Not a Crybaby Ch.5
"My name is Tuxedo Mask—let's say I'm here to protect you." His smile broadens as he surveys the scene, "Even though it's obvious you don't need much help." He winks and leaves with his cape fluttering behind him.
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Usagi watches in awe as the man leave, but something strikes her as familiar. "I swear, I've heard that voice before," she whispers to herself. Her mind tries to fit the voice with a face, but the black cat once again steps from the shadows—bringing her from the thoughts.
"Great job, Sailor Moon!" it congratulates, rubbing its face along the blonde's legs. "I knew you could do it!"
The girls nods, distractedly, still staring at the balcony and window. A stir from across the room causes the duo to snap heads in that particular direction. Naru and the other people on the floor of the jewelry story start to rouse from their unconscious state. Knowing her protection detail has ended, Usagi launches herself to the same balcony Tuxedo Mask stood.
Her sailor skirt billows around her thighs with the help of the slight breeze of the night and her boots shine under the moonlight. "Stay safe, Naru," she whispers into the wind before leaping to the next building over. She needs to find a place to stay for the night, before she can finally receive answers from the cat. Before she can learn of what her new identity means.
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Jadeite, a blonde man clad in a deep navy general's uniform, stares in horror as the murder of his precious youma is shown to him through the ball of energy resting in his gloved hands. "I was, never expecting an obstacle like you, Miss Sailor Moon," he mutters to himself. "But mark my word—I will find the Legendary Silver Crystal!"
A knock comes from behind him. He turns. "Master Jadeite, Queen Beryl requests a word with you," a woman with blue skin announces from behind his open door.
His eyes widen involuntarily. "Of course."
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"What's your name, anyway?" Usagi, no longer transformed, asks as she walks along the dimly lit sidewalk. The cat pads along next to her, having agreed moments before to answer the blonde's questions.
The cat smiles, forgetting she never mentioned her name. "My name is Luna."
Usagi nods, still thinking of other questions. "Isn't that Latin for Moon?" Luna nods and Usagi hears the faint rustle of fur confirming her inquiry. "So a cat comes from nowhere and gives me these strange powers. I must be dreaming."
Luna laughs. "You're not dreaming. It's just a lot to take in. But I can tell you, you are Sailor Moon for a reason."
"What reason? Monsters aren't exactly common. I wouldn't be of use." Usagi challenges, shivering in the cold of the night. But her mind shoots to the mysterious Tuxedo Mask. She wouldn't mind seeing more of him. He is like a real life prince charming. There too save the day when she needed it. If she needed it.
Luna pauses for a minute-trying to simplify the situation for the girl. "An ancient evil is arising—they're looking…for a princess. The same princess I am sworn to protect. The same princess you have to protect." Luna pauses, hearing footsteps approaching. Rapidly.
"Usagi-chan?" A male voice calls worriedly, his feet clicking against the concrete. Mamoru. His features are slowly made obvious and Usagi stopped in her tracks.
Her heart flutters and all thoughts about her new persona disappear from her mind. "Mamoru-san?" She quickly remembers what occurred earlier. He had her test; he threw her heart into dismay. "What do you want," she asks bitterly.
He stops in front of her, breathing heavily. "You shouldn't be out this late at night," he states, ignoring her cold tone.
"I can handle myself." She steps away from the man, not noticing his outfit. A tuxedo, sans the jacket.
He grabs her arm, stopping her. "Let me walk you home." He cannot fathom allowing her to walk home alone. This late. The late life is a life he never wants to meet or have innocent Usagi unite with.
Usagi pulls away from his grasp. "I'm not going home. I don't have a home." The last sentence from her mouth is whispered, but Mamoru can still hear it, just as he can hear the rustle of the wind.
"Stay with me."
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A/N: Okay. I could help but burst out laughing when I wrote that last line. But y'all will find out what happens. Hopefully soon. I have AP European History. Lots of time taken to write notes. Anyway. Introducing