Until You Come Back to me Again

Chapter 4: Reconnecting

Rated PG-13

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is not mine. Sailor Moon and all the characters within the series belongs to Naoko Takeuchi

Summery: (A/U) Usagi and Mamoru grew close, growing up together in the local orphanage, never wanting to each others side. But after Usagi gets into a life-altering accident and Mamoru is adopted, will the two reconnect after years of separation?

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"This is so awesome! I mean, seriously, us guys are going to dominate the field!" Ryo cheered as he slung his arm around Mamoru, partying at one of the nightclubs in downtown Tokyo. He held up his beer bottle in victory, and then took a swig as he gave Yuuichiro a high five.

"Man, Mamoru, this is sweet! It's only taken us YEARS to persuade you!" Yuuichiro laughed as he leaned up against the bar, placing his empty bottle down on the counter. It was quickly replaced with a fresh one, which he quickly claimed and drank down.

Mamoru smiled as he held his own bottle in his hand, barely touching it. He never enjoyed the taste of alcohol, especially beer. Once in a great while he'd have a beer or two, but only on social events, such as this. He leaned back against the bar, watching the guys trying to get close with a slew of scantily clad women, using cheesy dance moves that pretty much were a bust. He burst out in laughter as he saw Urawa try to dance with a leggy tall brunette, who pushed him away, causing him to fall over from too much alcohol consumption. His eyes trailed as he watched the brunette head back over to a group of girls in a fit of giggles. He was about to take a sip of his beer until the blonde buns atop of a girls head caught his eye once more; there she was, laughing with a bunch of friends, holding a tropical looking drink in her hand. He must have been staring for a while because he noticed her blue eyes connect with his, a smile and a wave following immediately after. Caught off guard by her stare, he gave a goofy grin before waving back. Then he looked back, realizing how much of an idiot he must have looked like.

'C'mon Mamoru, can't you at least look a little impressive?' he thought to himself.

"Geez, Mamoru, can you make it any more obvious who you're lusting after?" a voice chimed in, causing Mamoru to look up. He laughed as he held up his beer bottle, nodding his head in recognition of his best friend standing right in front of him.

"Motoki, glad to see you're alive and kicking," Mamoru teased as he received a punch in the arm.

"Shove it, you knew I had some business I needed to take care of," he said as he plopped down on the barstool next to Mamoru, ordering himself a beer.

"You mean getting rid of your latest squeeze? What was her name, Keisha? Keina?" Mamoru said with a wise-ass smirk on his face.

"Keiko, you jackass," Motoki replied as he grabbed the beer that was placed on the counter. "And yes, she was getting way too clingy for me."

"Ah, yes, because we all know that Motoki can't stay in a relationship for more than two weeks," laughed Mamoru as he took another sip, surprised he actually finished the fowl tasting alcohol.

"Hey, you know that's not true," Motoki countered in a cross voice, "It's not my fault Reika wanted to study abroad."

Mamoru frowned. Motoki was right; through out high school, he was dating this beautiful, tall, chestnut haired girl named Reika. Not only was she beautiful, but she had a love for history, especially archeological facts. To be honest, Mamoru thought the two of them would have married, had she not taken the opportunity to go to Africa to study fossils.

"Hey man, sorry about that," Mamoru apologized sincerely as he picked up the new chilled bottle of beer that was sitting where the empty one once lay.

"No big, man. It just means it's time to pick up some fresh meat!" Motoki laughed as his eyes grazed the dance floor. "Ok, someone needs to explain to me what the hell Urawa is doing because that is the most horrific thing I have ever seen!"

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"Usagiiiiii," a high pitched voice shrieked, snapping her out of her train of thought.

"What is it, Minako?" Usagi asked, looking over at one of her best friends.

"That guy you keep checking out is so hot!" Minako squeaked, running her fingers through her sunny blonde hair, trying to tease her already styled hair.

"Minako-chan, I'm not checking him out. We've just bumped into each other on occasion," Usagi defended, crossing her arms.

Minako's eyes glittered as she gazed over the guy that caught Usagi's attention. She nodded in approval, grinning to herself, thoughts of matchmaker playing in her mind. Minako always thought of Usagi as a sister rather than a best friend; in fact, many people mistake the two of them for being twins. Both girls had sunny blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slender figure. The only difference between the two of them is while Usagi was more prone to studies, Minako was an athlete. She won a partial scholarship to Tokyo University based off of being on the Volleyball team. As she looked at Usagi drink her tropical drink, she thought about how much fun it would be for her to loosen up a bit. For Kami's sake, she was drinking a Shirley temple rather than alcohol! She looked back over to the cutie down the bar, noticing his dark alluring features: black shiny hair, sapphire colored eyes, a tone figure…too bad he wasn't blonde, otherwise she'd go after him. He had a mysterious aura to him as well, she concluded, as she looked back at the serious Usagi. She frowned as she thought about Usagi's current relationship status with Seiya. In fact, she hated Seiya and everything he stood for. While Minako was an athlete as well, she didn't use it to make herself some wonderful star. Seiya was all about being a name, a star, and it got very old very fast. Whenever Usagi brought him around, he was always trying to show off in one way or another, and it really irritated her very quickly. He was so stuck up, and Usagi was so down to Earth. Personally, she couldn't understand what attracted Usagi to Seiya in the first place.

"Mina-chan, who's that sexpot you keep staring at?" a voice broke out.

"Yea, he's gorgeous!"

Minako turned around to see two of their best friends Rei and Makoto looking over her shoulder, staring at the dark haired stranger.

"Oh, that's Usagi's new eye candy," Minako teased as Usagi blushed.

"Mina-chan!" Usagi hissed as she shot a death glare. "I have Seiya, so there is no need to stare at another man."

"Then do you mind if we go talk to him?" Rei asked as she brushed her bangs out of her face, her eyes grazing the stranger at the bar with the other guys.

"No, go on ahead," Usagi fumbled before biting her lip, looking back at her drink.

"I can hear it in your voice, He IS an interest!" Makoto cheered, catching the falter she let out.

"I'd tell you why I was looking at him, but since you're all teasing me, forget it!" she grinned as she got up and walked out to the dance floor, her boyfriend waving for her to come out there.

"Usaaaaaaaagi-chan," the three of them whined before following her back out to have a good time.

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The next morning, Mamoru woke up to banging on his door, hearing something about 'practice' and 'ass out of bed.' He groaned as he rolled over; he didn't put the two together: practice and early morning. He forced himself out of bed, sliding on a pair of blue training shorts and a Nike t-shirt, clothing he usually wore to bed that proved to be useful in training. He grabbed his cleats and a few items he had laying around before meeting up with the guys, anxiously waiting for practice.

"You guys are going to be the death of me," he grumbled.

"Yea, but here's the thing. We got your ass into the tryout, and if you mess up, it's our asses that'll be fried by the coach, so when we wake you up, you get up," Ryo grinned as he mocked a thumbs up.

"Assholes," he muttered as he filled his water bottle up, and then walked out the door to practice. As the three of them walked outside towards the field, he looked over and saw Usagi at the coffee cart that usually circulated around the buildings.

"Hey guys, I'll be back," Mamoru said as he made a sly turn away from them towards the coffee cart, ignoring his friends' protest about drink coffee before practice. Approaching, he tried to conceal his grin as he stood behind her in line.

"Here you go, miss," the coffee-cart guy smiled as he handed her a small cup.

"Thank you," she politely replied before turning around, just shy of bumping into Mamoru, causing him to jump back.

"Spilling coffee on me once is plenty, please don't soak me again!" he joked as he put his hands up in a mock defense, smiling from ear to ear.

"You're so rude!" Usagi squealed as she lightly hit him on the arm. "So much for forgive and forget, huh?"

"I forgive, but my pants have to forget the stain that's left on them," he laughed. He briefly turned his attention to the coffee-cart guy, ordering a small black coffee, and then turned back to Usagi. "So where are you heading this early in the morning?"

"Oh, uhm," she stuttered, "I'm going to the soccer field."

"Ah," he replied as he grabbed the cup of coffee and dropped some yen into the workers hand, "Your boyfriend, right?"

"Ah, yea," she spoke with an uneasy tone, which threw Mamoru off for a moment. "He's the starting right wing."

"I saw him out there, he's pretty good." Mamoru reassured with false happiness, causing Usagi to beam.

"Yea, you guys worked well together out there. I hope that you guys get along," she pondered with an apprehensive tone.

"Hope? Who wouldn't like me," he said as he shot an egotistic winners grin, making her laugh.

"He just gets… jealous easily. As much as I don't want to say it, I can tell he's threatened by you."

"Me? I'm just a new player; I probably won't even see game time."

"We'll see, won't we?" she retorted as she started walking away, waving at him as she headed towards the bleachers.

Mamoru stared at his full cup of coffee, and then tossed it in the garbage. He walked down to the field, where he met up with the guys and began practicing.

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"That new guy is pretty good."

"As much as I don't want to admit it, he really is."

"Will you two shut up?" Seiya said as he tightened the laces on his cleats. He looked over at his two best friends, Yaten and Taiki, before crossing his arms, narrowing his eyes.

"I guarantee the only reason he made it on the team was because of those three suck-ups," he muttered.

"You're just pissed at the idea that someone may take away your fame, huh?" Taiki boldly challenged, receiving a death stare from Seiya. "Oh come on, we're not oblivious. We know about how this is going to be your year, how you are going to take Urawa, Yuuichiro, and Ryo down, that you'll be the favorite."

"We heard it while you were in the shower," Yaten quickly added in before running out to the field.

"You guys are assholes," Seiya stated. "It should be us three that are praised; we're younger and fresh talent."

"Seiya, they'll be done in 2 seasons, and then it'll be us. We have to prove ourselves first," Taiki reasoned as he crossed his arms. "You're the only one of us who's getting serious play time, so count your blessings."

"I won't until I see the three… no, four of them gone," Seiya grinned as he jogged out onto the field, Taiki behind him rolling his eyes.

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Usagi sat in the bleachers, staring at the new player. 'What is it about him that makes me unable to stop thinking about him,' she questioned herself. She closed her eyes as she felt the breeze kick in, her hair rippling as she heard team mates laughing, the coach yelling, and counting off during exercises. As the wind picked up, she smelled a beautiful scent: daisies mixed with fresh cut grass.

Suddenly, a choppy slideshow appeared in her head: an orange sky, a little girl sitting in the grass, a young boy with black hair and blue eyes ticking the girl with a daisy. Her body jolted as she opened her eyes, then she doubled over in pain, resting her head on her hand.

"What.. what was that?" she asked as she dropped her coffee, the image of the blue eyes of the little boy burned in her memory.