A.N. I know Sailor Moon was set in the 1990s, but for the purpose of this story, it will take place in the present day (meaning Mamoru was born in the late 1980s and Usagi in the early 1990s). Again, I don't own Sailor Moon. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction now would I?
It was a warm, early August morning, and the sun was shining down from a clear blue sky onto the bustling city below. Despite it being a weekend, people rushed to their jobs, did their shopping, met with their friends. But for Mamoru Chiba, this Saturday morning was a bit more somber. He untangled his arms from around his fiancee and quietly crept out of bed, not afraid of her waking up but of her asking where he was going on this most special of days. He showered and dressed with the only slightest of sounds as his angel slept peacefully mere feet away before slipping out of the apartment and starting his yearly pilgrimage.
Today was Mamoru's 24th birthday and the 18th death anniversary of his parents. It was his own secret tradition to visit his long deceased parents before Motoki and, in more recent years, Usagi could shower him with their well wishes and gifts. He would sit there, in front of the stone monument, and just talk. About everything that had happened in the year since his last visit, always starting with an apology for not visiting the more and always ending with a good cry. But lately, Mamoru's tears stopped flowing, and he entertained his mother and father with fascinating anecdotes of his life with Usagi. He described in excruciating detail her every feature from sunshine hair and crystal eyes to her brilliant smile and impress them with the wondrous tales of Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask. And this year was no different.
"Mama, Papa. It's been a while, hasn't it. I'm sorry I don't visit you as often as I promised I would. I've been very busy lately. You see, I finally started my rotations at the hospital and the hours are just crazy. Somehow, I'm always the one ending up with the late shifts, but I guess I'm lucky I haven't had to do a 24 hour shift yet." He paused, imagining their reactions. Although he couldn't remember their faces, he could see the pride in their aged and slightly wrinkled faces to discover that their son was getting closer to his dream of becoming a doctor. They would ask him question; "What sorts of procedures do you perform?", "Is this a paid internship?", and "What does Usagi-chan think?" Ah Usagi, a topic his poor mind couldn't help but wander to.
"Ah, that reminds me. I have some exciting news for you," he continued, "I asked Usagi to marry me, and she said yes. We are going to get married and be a family... I won't be alone anymore. I was hoping to bring her today, but she seemed so peaceful when she's sleeping and I couldn't bear to wake her up. I'll bring her to you soon though, and our children too. I can't wait for you to see our family Mama, Papa. Our children will be so beautiful. They'll have her nose and eyes and my chin and ears- just beautiful." His eyes started to water as he pictured them in his head, "She'll be a wonderful wife and a wonderful mother. I hope you give us your blessing."
The sun had just set in Tokyo, and the pink sky slowly faded to black. Back in the apartment, Mamoru was enjoying a quiet birthday celebration with Usagi; a dimly lit living room, dozens of flickering candles and a chocolate birthday cake on the coffee table, and cuddling with Usagi under a warm blanket on the couch. As they fed eat other forkfuls of cake, the silence was broken.
"Mamo chan..."
"Yes Usako?"
"I hope you don't mind that I went snooping, but I found somethings I thought you might like to see." She stretched one arm behind the sofa and pulled out a manila envelope. He opened the flap and pulled the contents out onto his lap. Puzzled, he looked to her for an explanation.
"Ami chan and I went through a few hundred death certificates registered as Chiba that were filed in Tokyo 18 years ago. We narrowed it down a little with the car accident and then went through photos -driver's license and passport photos, until I saw these." She pointed to two pictures, one man and one woman who shared Mamoru's features; the resemblance was uncanny. "I knew right away that they were your mother and father, and then I managed to find this." The document she referred to was a marriage certificate, with the names Daichi and Midori Chiba and the date May 12th 1986. "That's the day your parents were married, and I was thinking, if you wanted, we could maybe get married then too."
Mamoru was overwhelmed with awe at his sweet angel. It must have taken weeks if not months to find all that information, and she had done it all for him. He set the papers down next to the half eaten cake and enveloped Usagi into a tight bear hug. "Of course we can. Nothing could possibly make me happier Usako. Thank you."
So a bit of a weird place to stop, but I really didn't know what else to add. May 12th is my birthday, so that's why I chose that date if you're wondering. And I just got back to school, so updates will be a bit slower from now on, but I'll try my best.