Later that nite, I lie awake in my bed thinking deep thoughts.

Why did Mamoru call the One a man?

Are me and Rei official now?

Did Mamoru know she was the One?

What happens now?

Needless to say, I got no sleep that night.

It's better that way, because if I had succumbed to Mr. Sandman, I would have been plagued by dreams I'm not sure I'm ready for.

The next day seemed full of promise, however. Me and Rei decided to finally get around to the retail therapy she promised me.

We hop on a bus and land in the middle of the fashion district. Flashing neon lights and gaudy window displays glare out at us from every angle. It truly is heaven on earth.

Armed with fat wallets and credit cards, we storm the shops, loading ourselves down with gorgeous new clothes and shoes. Several hours later, Rei and I collapse into metal chairs in the food court, grinning ear to ear because of our new purshases.

"Well, hello ladies," a cocky voice barges in on my good mood. "What have we here?"

"Bite me, Mamoru," Rei retorts. "Can't you see we're out having fun, without you?"

My throat seizes up at seeing him here. Is he following me?

Where's Fiore?

He smirks at our angry expressions, then raises his hands up, palms outwards.

"Hey, I'm not looking for a fight."

"Are you sure?" Rei looks really pissed now.

"Really. I'm happy for you. You guys deserve each other."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Nothing, nothing. So...are you an item now or what?"

"Uh-" I don't know what to say.

"Of course!" Rei cuts me off. "We're like an old married couple. Just look what I bought for her today!"

Rei pulls out something lacy and useless. I wonder what the hell it is. Mamoru seems to know well enough, telling by the tint of his cheeks.

"When did you buy that?!" I shriek.

"You were off in your own little world, Usagi." She answers me innocently. "I just wanted to surprise you."

"I think I'm just going to leave now."

Mamoru looks extremely uncomfortable, and it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.

He catches up with Fiore, who looks back at us quizzically. I'm betting it's because he asked Mamoru why his face was so red.

Great.

My reputation is ruined.

I wouldn't want it any other way though.

After a long hard day of shopping both our pocketbooks and our feet were screaming in agony.

Rei begs to crash at my place.

"What about your dorm room?" I ask.

"Someone will cover for me." She dismisses the notion nonchalantly.

"Alright, but you're getting the couch."

"What, you mean I can't sleep with you?" She looks offended.

"Not if you expect me to wear that," I wave my hand at the incomprehensible lace garment. It scares me.

"Oh no, that's mine," she grins.

"Somehow, I am not reassured by that."

"Fine, I'll take the couch. You owe me, though."

Owe her what? I decide not to ask.

Soon we're both settled in. I sit on the couch with Rei, who decided that I was the only pillow for her. She sprawls practically in my lap, contentedly chewing a hangnail.

A scary movie is on the television. I was at the point where I was cowering in her arms when the telephone rings, scaring me out of my skin.

"Better answer that," she drawls. The movie was just getting to a rather gory scene.

"Hello?" I whimper. I hate how dark the kitchen is.

"Usagi?" an uncertain voice replies.

"Who is this?" I demand, thoroughly freaked out.

"It's Mamoru. Can you talk?"

Holy shit.

And that's the end of chapter ten. You still like? You hate? Tell me plz. :)

I Don't know when this thing is going to end. Maybe never. Oh God I hope not.

Thanks for sticking with me. :D