Author's Note: I have fixed the cut hair issue. I apologize. Trying to manage four timelines at once is a bit difficult. I just want to thank all of my reviewers for letting me know! You guys are so awesome!
Alone Together
One Month
Alternate Story Line
October 1
Waking Up
***Mamoru's POV***
Mamoru was having the best dream of his life. Though they couldn't seem to be in the same room for more than ten minutes without arguing, Mamoru had long been in love with his blonde haired, Odangoed Goddess. She was HIS. He'd never told her, and he wondered if he ever would, but in his mind, she was his princess, and he would do anything for her.
He sunk further and further into the dream.
He and Usagi were in his bed and she was spread open before him. It was the day he would take her virginity, and she would take his. He'd dreamed of the moment hundreds of times.
Her naked skin was smooth and soft under his palms as he reached for her breasts. She moaned, calling out his name in need and he bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. He was throbbing against her thigh, and he moved one hand down over her smooth concave belly to reach the little mound covered in tiny, curly blonde hairs.
He spread her open with his fingers, thankful to feel her wet, aroused state. "Are you sure?" He asked. She only moaned and nodded, her eyes still closed. "Usagi, I need the words. Are you sure?"
She opened her gorgeous cerulean eyes and stared at him, biting her little pink lip. After a moment she opened her mouth and whispered, "yes."
It was the only thing he needed. He rolled over on top of her, moving to kiss her as he guided himself to her entrance. "It will only hurt for a second," he whispered, and thrust deep as he captured her mouth. She cried out, but he caught the sound in a deep passionate kiss, thrusting in and out of her again and again.
It wasn't long before both of them were moaning and crying out each other's names. Her tight, wet heat covered him and felt better than he ever could have imagined. Her insides sucked at him, seeming loath to let him pull away even long enough to prepare the next thrust. He moaned again as he tortured her clit with his thumb.
His mouth found its way to her nipple again and as she screamed her little tight channel convulsed around his hard cock, milking him. He released his seed inside her, thankful that they'd had this moment together. He prayed they'd never spend a day apart.
Mamoru moaned and snuggled closer to the warm body under him, sighing in pleasure as his cock continued to throb its last few spurts into the tight little sheath surrounding him. The drugged sleep pulled him back under and he smiled at the blonde hair that brushed his cheek.
***Usagi's POV***
Usagi felt strange. Her head was heavy, but her body felt so good she didn't care. She felt... full, wanted, devoured almost. Her nipples ached as a strange wet pressure pulled at them, and between her legs felt full and achy. Her dreams of Mamoru were pleasant.
She lay on the soft blanket, in a field of beautiful flowers. Birds chirped overhead, and she could hear waves gently lapping the shore. The sun was warm on her face, and she was happy, content to be in Mamoru's arms. She had dreamed of this moment, of how it would be for them. She felt his mouth on her breasts, and she sighed happily, waiting for Mamoru to make her his.
Mamoru wrapped a strand of her long blonde hair around his fingertips as he explored her, and then she felt him pressing into her. Making her his, and him hers. They would be together forever now, two hearts made one. She sighed happily as he moved in and out of her. There was a pressure on her clit, friction that made her body wild. She felt something happening inside her belly and lower, where something filled her completely.
There was a hint of pain, remnants of something sharper that she vaguely remembered, but with each passing moment the pain grew less and the pleasure more until she found her body convulsing in so much pleasure she didn't think she could stand it. When the feelings subsided, she was dragged back into the drug-induced sleep. She was happy with the weight of the body on top of her, the feeling of something filling her, the silky hair that brushed against her neck. She moaned again and then snuggled closer to the body, falling into the coma-like state.
She drifted in and out of the deep sleep left over from the drugs she had been given. As she grew more conscious of what was happening she could feel something happening. Someone was on top of her. She could not make her body work properly to push the person away. Worse, she could tell they were being intimate with her. Even her eyes refused to respond. Silent tears fell as she felt whoever it was pushing in and out of her.
Her body shook with sobs that hurt her chest. Someone was having sex with her. She didn't know who it was, or where she was. She floundered mentally, trying to remember where she had been, and what she had been doing before she awoke. She heard the sounds of the other person's body slapping wildly against her own and then a grunt as the person about her shuddered wildly. Her body had only begun to respond, unstimulated, but it didn't hurt.
What hurt was knowing something precious had been taken from her. Something she'd only ever wanted to share with one person. Mamoru. She wondered if he was alright. The last she had seen of him...
With sudden clarity she began to remember what had happened. She and Mamoru had been tied into chairs by their friends, and they were given shakes with something that had made her feel drugged and sleepy. She'd thought it was a mistake, even perhaps a Youma attack, until Motoki had said they were doing it to them for their own good. Another hitching sob broke loose, and despair filled her. That meant it was Mamoru who was over her, inside her. And she hadn't gotten to remember it. She could never get back the moment she had lost with him. Their first time.
Someone, even knowing she was Sailor Moon and couldn't be with him, she'd always clung to the hope that they would be together someday. When the Youma were gone. When she wasn't moonlighting as a superhero. When she didn't have to pretend he was her nemesis. She'd always pictured something sweet and romantic. Candlelight, or perhaps a summer afternoon like she'd dreamed of before.
Now that hope was gone. Again, her sorrow was overwhelming and she gave in to the hoarse wracking sobs.
***Mamoru's POV***
Mamoru was in absolute heaven. His cock was wrapped in heat. Tight, wet heat. And he couldn't help but rock in and out of it. Again, and again he rolled into it, burying himself deep. He was on the edge of wakefulness when he was overcome in an incredible orgasm. He snuggled in deeper and fell into a more natural sleep, his breathing evening out.
When he finally opened his eyes, he was met by very dim light, and a sobbing girl under him. He felt himself, buried deep inside her and gasped, even as his cock throbbed. "Wha-?"
Usagi was under him, crying hysterically.
"What happened? Where..." His eyes were drawn to the tear tracks on her cheeks.
"They did this to us," she hissed. "They drugged us and put us here like this." More sobs shook her body, and his. His mind wasn't fully working, and he was very unsure what was happening, but the sound of Usagi's tears penetrated the fog in his mind like nothing else could.
"Usagi? Why are you crying?" He lifted his head and upper chest, and that's when he realized where his lower half was, and what it was doing. In shock, he gasped, trying to figure out what had happened. Then her words began to penetrate his brain. Very slowly he pulled out of her and tried to roll to the side, but their bodies were trapped together, and she rolled with him.
"Did you say drugged?"
"Yes!" she hissed. "They drugged us and made us... made us..." She collapsed against his chest and continued sobbing. Vague, blurry images of Motoki practically forcing him to drink a chocolate shake filled his mind. He could remember being tied to a chair, and Usagi being afraid.
"Why would they do this to us?" he asked. He wrapped his arms around Usagi, who could barely breathe through her tears. "Are you okay?" He whispered when several long minutes had passed.
She shook her head no and tried to speak. "I'm not... not a... not a virgin anymore," and the sentence ended with a despairing cry that hurt his heart far more than his head.
He gasped and then realized he wasn't either. "You aren't the only one," he whispered, trying to calm her.
"Why did they do this?" She asked, hurt, angry, and feeling betrayed.
"I don't know. I didn't realize they hated our fights that much." He struggled to undo the zipper on the sleeping bag. "Do you hear the ocean?"
She nodded, still silently weeping, thought the sobs had subsided.
"Usagi, I have to get out of this bag. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be sick."
"Me too," she moaned.
He swallowed hard as a wave of vomit tried to climb his throat. She turned carefully, giving him better access to the zipper, and a moment later they were both free.
He didn't even pause to take in his surroundings but leapt for the light of what appeared to be a doorway and out into the vividly bright daylight. He raced away and fell to his knees at the edge of a beach, where he was violently ill. Between his own heaves he could hear Usagi, also retching, barely a foot away from him.
Every time he thought he was done another wave hit him, and if his own illness weren't enough, Usagi's was worse. She was sobbing, which made the heaving worse, and she was shaking so bad she nearly fell into her own mess. After what felt like an eternity the two of the both crawled deeper down into the water to rinse their faces, and poor Usagi her hair, which had trailed in the mess several times.
When she noticed the blood on her thighs, and the white sticky leavings of his mess, she lost it completely. He made his way close to her, and simply laid a hand on her shoulder. She turned to him then and buried her head in his chest for a long minute before realizing they were both still naked. She leaped deeper into the water with a squeak, and he did the same, both blushing furiously.
It took more than an hour for her to finally leave the water, and he refused to leave her, though he hadn't looked directly at her since they'd both run onto the beach. He knew she was as naked as he and was trying his best to respect her. It was difficult though, to keep watch over someone when you couldn't look, and he saw much more of Usagi that he'd ever thought to see. Every blessed part of her.
When Usagi had made her way to shore Mamoru stood, praying she wasn't watching, and made his way back to what he now realized was a cave. To one side of the entrance was a small waterfall, which ended in a shallow stone basin. A tiny rivulet of water flowed out of that and towards the sea, large rocks lining its path.
He made his way to the cave, wondering what he would find. In his upset upon waking he'd never so much as looked around him. Now, he moved forward with determined steps. Anger fueled him, and the need to make sure his Odango was taken care of. She wasn't far behind him. He could hear her trudging footsteps in the sand.
Neither had noticed that there were more stones than sand closer to the shelter, and they began to hurt his feet, and he was sure hers as well. Finally, they made it inside and took a careful look around. The only enclosed containers were the water jugs and the cooler. He went for the cooler, hoping to find clothing inside.
Instead he found strawberries, a can of whipped cream, and a bottle of chocolate syrup. There were also some fruits and vegetables. None of which either of them could stomach right now if she felt as bad as he did. He put everything back, growling under his breath.
"So, no clothing then?" Usagi asked, her tone dejected.
"I'm sorry Odan- Usagi." He said, turning to look into her eyes. He was very careful not to glance lower. "I suppose you could use your hair," he added, but she immediately shook her head.
"It's too long. When it's down it gets tangled under my feet." She sighed but turned to look at the shelves. There was a tin of saltine crackers and she reached for it, sharing them with Mamoru automatically.
He noticed the blood then. Her feet were bleeding. He caught her up and set her gently on the table before reaching for the tiny first aid kit. He cleaned the cuts on the bottoms of her feet with water and an alcohol wipe, which made her hiss in pain. He worried a band-aide would do her no good, so he used one of the pieces of gauze and wrapped it only twice.
One thing worried him more than her cuts, or the small kit, though. He didn't see her medication anywhere. He searched high and low for it, looking in the cooler and the basket and through the food. He huffed a worried breath.
"Your meds aren't here," he whispered.
"I know," she sighed. "Wait. How did you...?"
"I've seen you take them a couple times, back before the girls were in the picture. I also put two and two together when you didn't gain weight no matter how much you ate. Thyroid, I assume."
Usagi nodded. She stood and looked around, wincing a little as her injured foot rested on the stone floor of the cave. "I can't believe they left us alcohol but not more food, or medication, or..." she stopped talking. "Why.. why did they do... that?"
"I'm so sorry Usagi," he said, resting his forehead against hers. "I know this isn't the way you probably pictured your first time happening. Me either," he murmured. She sniffled. He bet she hadn't even realized she was still crying.
"I'm sorry too. I can't believe my friends did this to us."
"It wasn't just your friends," Mamoru murmured. "Do we want to read the letter?" He asked, turning with the white paper and the little plastic toy in his hand. Usagi stared and then snatched the toy before he could blink.
She pressed a button on the thing and the screen lit up with a message. It was Motoki and Minako.
"Hi guys, by now you probably know you are alone in your own paradise." Minako spoke, her voice laughing and light. "We're just about to leave the island, and it really is beautiful here. You can contact us with this, but really, everything you need to know is in the letter. I've included an inventory list and a pencil too so that you can keep track of food. You should have enough for a month, but that's only if Usagi can control herself." A giggle sounded and then the message ended.
Usagi let out the loudest, angriest scream he had ever heard before pressing the button again.
"I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but you know I have RESPONSIBILITIES. You cannot leave us here like this! You come back and get us right this minute or I swear to Kami-sama I will hunt you down and kill you. Do you understand me Minako? I will take your head!"
She pressed the other button and tossed the thing back onto the table.
"Um, maybe the letter can wait," Mamoru said, his voice shaking. He'd never seen Usagi this way before. The tone of command in her voice, the anger, the threat which he was absolutely certain she meant every word of. He expected tears and pleas, not a declaration of murderous intentions.
She slumped suddenly, then turned and ran back out. He followed in time to see her getting sick again. A sigh escaped him as he noticed his own stomach rumbling again. Maybe it had been too soon to eat the saltines. He covered the tin again and raced out to the beach, falling to his knees next to her.
***Usagi's POV***
Usagi knew she had to control her temper. It was nearly out of control. She couldn't help the fierce anger and the heartache however. She stared out to sea for a long time, taking in the circle of islands theirs seemed to be a part of.
If she was completely honest, she knew she would forgive her friends. It didn't make what they had done any better. It just meant she wouldn't let it get out of control. She couldn't imagine what she would say to the girls though.
Now she was worried about a task closer at hand. She didn't have her brooch, wand, pen, or communicator. She had no way to protect herself or Mamoru. She also didn't have a lot of space to train. She couldn't let her skills wane. She had to start training, but she knew Mamoru wouldn't want to let her out of his sight. The feeling was mutual. She wished she could wave a wand and send them back home.
She wished her friends had never done this to them. While she was wishing, she decided if she could make just one it would be to have a normal life. Being late for school, running into Mamoru's chest. Sucking down a chocolate milkshake, and perhaps even playing a few rounds of Sailor V. It would never happen, but she couldn't get the thought out of her head.
She only hoped she could protect Mamoru while they were trapped alone together on the island.
***Mamoru's POV***
Mamoru found a collapsible bucket with the supplies. He had a task in mind, and it meant he could avoid leaving Usagi alone. It wasn't that she wasn't smart. The problem was that neither of them had any experience in an environment such as they'd found themselves, and he couldn't bear the thought of not being near her if something were to happen. He had no idea if snakes and spiders lived on the island, but there were all sorts of dangers.
When he reached the cave entrance he knelt and began to pick up the rocks he found. He gathered the sharpest rocks first. He wanted to make sure neither himself or Usagi had any more injuries to their feet. He watched as she stormed back and forth across the beach, and then she finally turned and moved toward him. She knelt beside him and began to help.
Mamoru noticed a tilt to her head as she stared at the various types of rocks on the ground. They were very different. Some were rather smooth, probably they had been in the ocean, or the sand and rain had worked together to wear them down.
"Why are some of these rocks so sharp?" she asked finally.
"Those are igneous rocks." At her curious look he continued. "Igneous rocks are formed when magma or lava cools and hardens."
"I thought magma and lava were the same thing," Usagi said, her voice soft.
"Not really," he explained. "It's called magma when it's still under the surface. Once it comes out of the volcano it becomes lava. It's then exposed to air and the elements, which cool it down. Once it cools these rocks are formed."
"Then why are others so smooth?" she asked.
Mamoru smiled and began to give her a lesson on the types of rocks that could be found, which led to questions about the cave they were taking shelter in. Over the course of the next hour the subject changed until they were talking about tectonic plates and underwater volcanoes. He found she was extremely curious, and sometimes they paused what they were doing so he could create diagrams in the sand with a thin stick.
When they had finished making sure no more rocks could harm them, they carefully settled the rocks around the fire that had been laid for them, creating a shallow pit that would keep the fire from spreading to anything else. They talked as they worked, and he found himself thrilled that he could share information with her. He had known she was never unintelligent, but it was nice to see that she was actually interested in the subject. He had done a large study on rocks in his search for the Legendary Silver Crystal. That had led into other topics, such as the names of the four dark generals.
Finally, they wound down.
"Do you think you could eat?" he asked.
She paused as they walked into the ocean. It was the easiest way to get clean, but he still wished for simple soap and hot water. Their supply was meager however, and they couldn't waste it every time they had a task.
"I don't know. We could try the saltines again," she said at length.
They settled in the shade of a tall tree and opened the tin between them.
"I'm really angry at our friends," he confessed, letting his hurt show through again. He didn't want to hide it from Usagi. Especially when she was probably feeling the same way.
"Me too. I just wish I could shake them. I don't know why they did THAT to us. I mean..." she paused and lowered her voice, though there was no one around to hear. "It feels like we were... r-raped," she gulped, and he noticed a single tear sliding down her cheek. Lifting his hand, he brushed it away with a finger.
"We were." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "We didn't give consent Usagi. We didn't get the chance. They drugged us."
She nodded. "I mean, I could understand locking us in the storage room. Motoki's done that twice. But this?" She waved a hand as though trying to encompass the whole island. "What if a spider or a snake bites one of us. We could get sick if the food goes bad. Something could happen to the water supply. There are too many variables. I don't even know where we are."
"Not to mention, it isn't like were on a break from school. We're both going to fall behind. You might even be held back a grade. I mean, I know you've been doing better recently, but still, with a month missing..." he trailed off and watched her nod.
"And honestly, I doubt my father is going to buy the art camp story. He's too overprotective. He would have gone with me and made sure none of the counselors were boys. Not to mention I still have to work on my grades. They never would have agreed, even if I had begged for a month straight."
Mamoru nodded. He wished he could remember his parents. He imagined they probably would have been strict. Together they stood and went to collect firewood.
***Usagi's POV***
It was late afternoon. The area was beautiful. The beach, the trees, the little waterfall, even the cave. If she'd been a normal girl or sitting at home watching a video of it all, listening to the birds and bugs and ocean waves she might have been in heaven. But Usagi wasn't just a normal girl, and she wasn't at home relaxing. No, she had responsibilities. She was Sailor Moon, and the city of Tokyo had had her as a protector for the past several months. She was the destroyer of Youma, the protector of the innocent. She, along with Sailors Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, and Venus, as well as her masked hero Tuxedo Kamen, had been doing their best to protect the city for months.
But now, she was here, betrayed by her own Senshi. And for what? A few arguments where no one ever really got hurt? Sure, she'd slapped Mamoru and had stomped on his foot, but it had been the first time she'd ever truly lost her temper with him. Before that only the occasional, accidentally thrown shoe, had caused any injuries, and those were superficial at best. Even Mamoru had laughed them off.
Usagi hoped she was done with the vomiting. At least this time it hadn't coated her hair. She moved closer to Mamoru, who was holding up the toothbrushes and toothpaste he had found in their supplies. He gave her the pink one and kept the blue for himself. She gave him a weak smile as he added the paste to each brush and standing together they cleaned their mouths out.
Mamoru was still acting a little wary around her, and she could understand why. Not only had they both lost their virginity this morning, but she had probably frightened him with her display of temper. Not to mention the fact that they had no clothing. Once they had both finished they took turns sipping enough from the cup to rinse their mouths out. Mamoru took the brushes and the paste and put them into the cup before moving back inside.
There were little niches on the walls, and small stone ledges. Food had been added to the large one over the table. Other areas held other things, such as the hairbrush next to the toothpaste cup, or the candles and the basket of things they had both agreed to ignore. They did take out two of the pillar candles though, and light them, as the sun was beginning to move downward, and though light came from the door and the small hole in the ceiling, it wasn't enough to see clearly.
As soon as the candles were lit, she and Mamoru folded the futon in half and moved it so that it sat in front of the table, where they sat to read the letter and go over the inventory list. Neither was hungry, so food itself would have to wait for later. Whatever they had been given had left them both with a massive headache, so she had been thankful to find aspirin. They both took two capsules.
Usagi ended up leaning her head on his shoulder so she could read the letter with him. He didn't say anything about it. She found the closeness comforting, even in her highly embarrassing nakedness. Mamoru pulled the sleeping bag over them for modesty though, and in a few minutes they were sitting quietly reading the short missive.
Dear Usagi-chan and Mamoru-san,
We didn't want to resort to these methods, but you have left us with little choice (Mamoru and Usagi both snorted at this). We have tried to get you both to stop the arguing and realize you have feelings for each other, but after three months we've about lost hope. We are doing this for your own good. You two belong together and if this is the only way to get you both to see that, then it's what we are going to do.
You will be on your own private island for one month to the day (Usagi gasped in anger and fear. The girls couldn't fight without her that long). In that time, we hope you learn just how much you need each other. And how much you already care about each other. You have everything you need to survive. Makoto made a list of everything we left you for food, and we have added items for safety as well, including a first aid kit (Usagi wondered about stealing the gauze from it to cover themselves but shook her head. It might be needed, and they couldn't waste it).
Motoki
P.S. Ami has asked that we tell you she was in no way involved, and that we locked her up. That's true. She was going to tell you our plan. She also wanted me to tell you that the sickness should last about twelve hours. She interfered because I guess we were using too much of the stuff to knock you out. I hope it's just enough to get rid of your inhibitions and get you in the sack. Literally.
Please use the stuff I gave you in the basket. Also, enjoy the strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate!
Minako
PPS. Usagi, your family will be told you are studying art at a sleepaway cram school. I thought that was a stupid idea, but Minako thinks they'll buy it.
Rei
PPPS. Hey, I made you some cookies and biscuits. They are in the purple tins and aren't on the inventory list because they are just for whenever. I am really going to miss you. I'm not sure this is the best idea, but I guess if it's meant to be, then we have to. I still think that if its destiny or something it will just happen.
Makoto
Below everything else, scrawled nearly illegibly, was another message, this one hastily written. It was another note from Makoto.
I stopped them from cutting your hair! I just couldn't let that happen. I miss you already.
Usagi broke into a storm of weeping and Mamoru pulled her against his chest. When she still didn't calm he picked her up and put her right in his lap. She clung to him, holding tight. He could hear her murmuring and leaned closer to find out what she was saying.
"Not my friends. Not my friends. Not anymore. Not my friends." He hugged her tight and held her close, rocking her from side to side, whispering apologies for what had been done to her, to them. They'd been betrayed by people they'd cared about, put their faith in.
There really was no way to forgive them. Was there?
***Mamoru's POV***
As night fell the air cooled drastically. He felt Usagi shiver for the third time in as many minutes and wrapped his arm around her. Sitting up, it was impossible to be completely covered by the sleeping bag. Finally, he suggested they go to bed early, hoping they would feel better in the morning. It couldn't have been much later than eight-thirty in the evening, but they were both feeling the after effects of the drugs they had been given.
At first they tried sleeping with the bag open and on top of them, but it kept slipping away to one side or the other, and neither could get comfortable. They tried laying on their backs, then on their sides, turned away from one another, and even tried spooning, hoping if they tucked the cover under knees or elbows they could keep it over them. But nothing worked.
The futon had an attached pillow roll, and they tried sticking it underneath, but that didn't work either. Finally, Usagi huffed and said they had no choice. So, they both got up and zipped the bag partway, centering it in the middle of the bed carefully. Mamoru got in first, furthest from the zipper, and lay on his side, facing the opening. Usagi crawled in after him, her back to his chest, and she zipped the bag after before snuggling into him.
He complained because her bottom and feet were cold, but they soon warmed. It was other issues that kept Mamoru awake long after she had begun to lightly snore. The issues revolved around his desire for her, though he would never take advantage of her that way. He was trying to focus on long division in his head when Usagi began rubbing against his erection in her sleep.
Mamoru groaned. "This is going to be a long night," he whispered.
