Not a Crybaby Ch.6
"Stay with me."
. . .
Mamoru holds his breath, surprised to what he has just done. He asked a fifteen year old girl to stay with him. But he didn't mean it to have that inappropriate ring to it that scared himself, not to mention the blonde.
Usagi laughs and is about to refuse the offer when she hears another pair of feet quickly approaching. Her ears pipe up and her eyes widen at the approaching figure.
"Usagi? Usagi, baby? Come home please! I'm sorry about earlier! We can work something out!" Ikuko's voice rings though the streets. Her blue hair bounces with every step she runs and her apron flutters with her fast pace.
The blonde grabs Mamoru's arm and starts dragging him in the opposite direction. "Okay, I'll stay with you! Just get me out of here!
Luna, forgotten by Usagi watches in amazement. What's going on with her? But the cat shakes it off and follows the duo as they run toward Mamoru's apartment.
"Is that you, Usagi? Where are you going?" Ikuko's voice trembles as she watches her daughter figure run off with a man. A man that looks older than her, at that. "What have I done?" she whispers to herself, a tear falling down her cheek.
. . .
When the duo reach a tall apartment building, Mamoru stops them and Usagi looks up in awe. "Y-You live here?" She accuses. All she can think of is to how that building is notorious for being home to millionaires.
He glances at her from the corner of his eye. "Yes," he replies hesitantly. The girl in front of him seems to have forgotten the panic that once lay in her eyes at the sound of the woman calling after her. Seems to have forgotten the fact she was trying to hate him. Watching her blue eyes stare at him expectantly, he started toward the front door. As he placed the key in the lock, he turned back to the blonde. "Who was that woman calling after you, anyway?" He opened the door and motioned her in.
Usagi shudders and proceeds to step past his body. "I'd rather not talk about her." Her mother is still a sore topic for the blonde. The fact she kicked out her own daughter on the mere fact of low grades is beyond Usagi and the sooner she forgot about her mother, the better.
Mamoru looks at the blonde, his mind in a state of confusion. The woman sounded like she cared about Usagi. Like a mother would care. "Usagi-chan, was that…your mother?" The words are hardly louder than a whisper, but Usagi still hears the words she doesn't want to.
"Yes," she declares, slipping off her shoes at the entryway. She says nothing more. Inside the door is one of the simplest apartments she has seen. Pristine white walls with dark black furniture. Nothing to give notice this in fact belongs to a man. It looks more of a furniture ad than a living space.
The black-haired man wants to push farther, but he doesn't. If he scares her off—she'll be left out in the cold. Alone. Homeless. He shudders at the thought. He takes off his own shoes and follows the blonde as she wanders farther into his apartment. "Would you like me to get you anything? Food? A drink?"
A moment of silence.
"No, thank you," she murmurs. Usagi knows she should be thanking this man for his kindness. But despite his sudden character change—Mamoru would constantly remain as the one who stole her test. Even though it wasn't his fault. And he is more handsome than one having evil intentions. "Is it possible for me to just lie down somewhere? It's been a long day."
Mamoru did not ask one question, regardless of the million questions bouncing off the walls of his head. Why won't you talk to me about your mom? Why are you 'homeless'? But in all reality, he knows why she will not answer. He's a complete stranger to the girl. Someone she trusts only enough to allow her to escape her mother. And reluctantly, at that. He could see the hesitance before she answered. "Of course, you can take my bed."
The blonde's mind flicks to the clichéd vision of a man's room. Dirty. Disorganized. Everything she despises. "That's okay. I'll sleep on the couch."
"If that's what you wish," Mamoru replies, walking toward the linen closet. His fingers grabbed at the soft set of extra sheets and pillows typically reserved for his friend Motoki. He couldn't explain why, but Usagi is special to him. She is much different than the other girls he's met. She not self-centered. Not vain. He cannot help but feel some sort of pull toward the girl.
The next couple minutes remain in utter silence as the girl silently settles into the firm black couch. Usagi closes her bright blue eyes but she remains utterly aware of the presence of Mamoru. "Good night, Mamoru-san," she tells him, trying to tell him she wants to be alone.
"Good night, Usagi-chan," he whispers, fully understanding the meaning underlying her words. He stalks off into his room. "Good night, my blue-eyed angel." He knows very well he shouldn't say things like this about a junior high girl. But he couldn't help himself. He met a very similar girl like her this same night. Sailor Moon.
. . .
Luna stalked the alleys close to Mamoru's apartment building. "This Usagi, is..." the thought trailed off. The blonde is everything the cat expected in the Moon Princess. Not Sailor Moon. Usagi was smart and graceful. She was calm and demanding. If her predictions were right. Usagi could be both the answers to the world's prayers as well of one of the biggest dangers known to mankind.
A/N: This is a very short update. My apologies. I'm currently trying to determine where to go with this, so ideas are welcomed with OPEN arms. Until next time! *insert smiley face.*