Hello everyone, and thank you for reading my story.
First of all, I hope all my fellow countrymen out there had a great long weekend. I hope you all enjoyed Victoria Day as much as I did. I went to a beautiful Indian wedding and we had a blast!
Now on to the reviews:
AimlesslyGera: LOL. It just makes me smile every time I see your reviews. Thank you for being so supportive.
Ayaka Sawai: Oh my God. I love you. Your last review literally warmed my heart. Thank you so much for trying to review all the chapters. It just made me smile like a little girl knowing that you liked the story so much you couldn't stop reading I hope I won't disappoint you for the rest of the ride. God bless
Nikfe2: I'm sorry but I had to reply in English thank you for reviewing my story. And yes, I like this Mamoru better myself (if I got that right from your writing ) Hiro might need a beating, so we just have to wait and see. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Guest: I think I had seen your review for previous chapters; it is just showing now on the page. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Let me know what you think.
Buffyfan: I'm really glad that you found the last chapter appealing. I hope I did well on the timings in this chapter as well. I would be really glad if you would let me know what you think
Torisha Tanako: I hope your confusion fades away with this new chapter. I kinda like Hiro-san myself too. I know a lot of people see him as a cruel kind, but he has a soft side to him that he needs to put out (I mean, I have to put out:D) anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Let me know what you think. Ps: I love jealous Mamoru too; a lot
Tryntee13: I'm sorry that I confused you. But this new chapter is going to answer your question. I know Minako sort of guilt Usagi into going with her, but that's what friends do though right? They want to have adventures with you and have you by their side I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Guest: I think I saw your review for chapter 8. Am I right? If not, thank you for posting me a review. It means a lot
Shaydoe: I am so happy that you like the story this much and I really hope that I keep on hooking you more to the story. I actually have a few other ideas for stories to come, but I really like to finish this one first and then move on to the next one. Let me know what you think of this chapter.
Phillynz: Thanks for your review. This chapter will surely answer your question Enjoy.
Jenna: Thank you so much for your wonderful words and detailed review I'm so glad that you are liking the story. I try to update as fast as I can. Let me know what you think of this chapter. Cheers.
ChibiMamoru: LOL. I actually sometimes like the dark side Mamoru has. You're right, it gives him depth and edge. Which I really appreciate in a guy myself I have tried to portray this Mamoru somewhat similar to my own husband lol, (don't tell anyone) Keep your encouraging reviews coming my friend.
Jewelzy: I'm really glad that you like the POV's, they are actually my favorite parts too Actually, for this specific story, I am merely focusing on the civilian lives of the senshi and Mamoru. I don't have any intentions on going through their past lives. But I do have a new idea for a new story if that helps cheers.
Enjoy.
Author's POV:
"I'll be in my room Mom," Usagi said, as she made her way upstairs. She walked slowly and lazily. It was pouring outside and she didn't like rainy days, although she was thankful there were no thunderstorms happening.
She hopped on her unmade bed and glanced at the ceiling. She didn't move for a while, with her hands clasped behind her head.
Her mind was a jungle of thoughts and she couldn't focus on one. She sighed and sat on the bed as she proceeded to look out the window on her left. Dark clouds were scattered around the sky and she could see the heavy drops of rain on her window.
She leaned her chin on her hand and stared at those tiny drops of water as they smashed against her window and started to slowly fall down.
She hadn't talked much to anyone for the past two days. She even managed to avoid the girls at school as much as she could; Especially Minako, who had approached her number of times with concerned eyes and trembling lips. Usagi had assured her that everything was all right and she wasn't mad at her; but she just didn't have it in her to have a full discussion with Minako or any of the girls about the party. She was still too tired and perplexed about the whole incident; the college party, her weird behavior during the party, Kousei Hiro...the kiss. She blushed slightly when that thought came to her mind. She also remembered her confrontation with Mamoru and the aftermath of their fight; it hurt her to believe that Mamoru had questioned her loyalty even for a millisecond, but at the same time, the way he had reacted was...well...it was exciting to her. She was still fuzzy and her mind was having some weird turns during that night, but what she did remember was doing some delicious things in the pit of her belly.
She remembered his eyes...those cobalt orbs that had gazed at her with such anger, hurt and jealousy; his lips that had turned into one thin line when he questioned her about the kiss over and over again; his hungry stare when he had pushed her to the bed and kissed her senseless, as if he was trying to mark his territory with all he was worth. She closed her eyes with a dreamy sigh.
She could still feel the silkiness of his lips the morning after, when he had found her in the shower...
2 days ago, Saturday morning:
Mamoru's eyes fluttered open, just slightly, and he instantly closed them again. "I'm so tired," he thought, "I don't want to get up," he groaned to himself. He stretched his body a little bit with closed eyes and then immediately extended his arms to pull the warm body sleeping next to him closer. His eyes snapped open when she wasn't there. His eyes were still foggy with sleep, but when he slowly started to regain his vision, he sat on the bed and looked around the room. His curtains were tightly shut closed, so the room was still very dark.
He heard the faint sound of the shower and his mouth turned up in a small smile. In that moment, he had totally forgotten about their fight or any of the events from the night before; envisioning her, naked and wet in the shower was playing in his mind and encouraging his morning sexual desire.
He hopped off the bed and slowly made his way to the bathroom; he stood by the closed door for a minute and leaned his ears against the door; the only sound reaching his ears was that of the running water.
He slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Hot shower steam greeted him and he knew that she had been in there for a while. He could see her faded silhouette through the shower glass door; she was sitting under the running water and when she didn't notice his entrance, he thought she might have fallen asleep.
He smiled to himself again and walked right up to the shower stall. He slowly opened the sliding door, just in time to be greeted with Usagi's big blue wide eyes staring back at him in confusion.
"Mamo-chan..." she breathed, and he was mesmerized by the vision she was making, yet again.
Her wet hair, now looking darker, was clinging to her bare backside like second a skin. She was hugging her knees and Mamoru could see her small feet and the slightly chipped pinkish nail polish on her tiny toenails. Her bangs were scattered on her forehead and she had to reach her head higher to be able to make eye contact with him.
"How long have you been in here?" Mamoru asked, his voice a bit hoarse with sleepiness.
Usagi simply shrugged. She then turned her face around and leaned her head on her folded arms again. Mamoru stood there and watched her as hot water splashed on her porcelain skin. He snapped out of his reverie when he felt Usagi shivering and goose bumps being formed on her forearms. He smiled devilishly and started to strip out of his boxers.
Usagi gasped when she felt his feet touching the shower floor. She looked up only to be greeted with his mischievous grin; he just looked adorable and Usagi couldn't help but to smile back at him. It was always like this. They would argue about something, sometimes-even fight over an issue, but she just couldn't stay mad at him for so long. His smile and the way his eyes always lit up when looking at her was like a drug to her; she was addicted to him. To his loving stare, his boyish grins, his heartwarming kisses and his melting touches. She just couldn't stay away from his for too long!
"I thought you might be getting cold," Mamoru purred into her ear when he sat on the shower floor behind her; his lean muscular legs on either side of her and his front hugging her naked back. His hot breath against her ear and his touch sent a very visible shiver down her spine, and Mamoru just had to chuckle to that. She leaned into his embrace and placed her head against his naked chest. She could feel his desire being pressed to her lower back and she suddenly remembered the night before; or rather, a few hours ago.
She closed her eyes when she remembered his bewildered and angry glare when she had pushed him away. He probably couldn't believe that she would push him away one day, when his need and desire for her was that obvious.
She opened her eyes again and stared at the showerhead; the hot water was still splashing against them and the feeling was just beyond euphoric.
Mamoru's arms that were hugging her shoulders only a minute ago, were now descending further down as he trailed an invisible line from her jugular notch all the way to her breasts, then her flat stomach that was now heaving a little bit (a result of his hot touch) just to be buried in between her legs and forcing them to part. Usagi arched her back, taking note of the fact that his fingers were playing with her and making her shiver in pleasure.
Mamoru's mouth was now latched to her neck, as he tenderly removed her wet hair from her left side with his free hand and started nibbling and kissing the white flesh. She instantly moaned, unable to stop her quickening breathing.
"Ahhhh, Mamo-chan...," he heard her low moan and he felt himself getting harder than before. His fingers were playing with her hot center slowly and deliberately, just cherishing the fact that they were inside of her.
"Mmmm...I love it when you purr my name," he whispered without actually leaving her neck. Usagi smiled a little, closed eyes; but she immediately bit her lower lip and frowned in yearning when Mamoru's assault on her opening got deeper.
"Oh my God Mamo-chan...aaaah...either move faster or...aah...or," she couldn't finish her sentence even if her life depended on it. She arched her back again, pulling Mamoru's digits deeper within herself.
Mamoru groaned, wanting to go faster, but at the same time, wanting to tease her a little, "or what Usako?" he groaned again, "what do you want?" he asked her with an urgency evident in his tone.
Usagi arched her back again and then her hands immediately left their previous sanctuary against the tub tiles and reached between her legs to hold onto Mamoru's loving hand.
"Ahhh...I want...I...I want you, aaaah..." it was the only thing she was able to muster out of her biting lips before her body was hauled up by Mamoru's strong arms, then spun around and being smashed against the shower wall. She whimpered a little by the impact but instantly silenced by Mamoru's mouth pushing against her own.
She cupped his face with desperation and fever, as if she had been away from that mouth and those lips for ages. She kissed his mouth again and again, reveling the fact that he was hers.
Mamoru's mind was going 200 kilometer per hour! He couldn't form one coherent thought in his mind. All he could think about were her warm body against his form, her tiny hands squeezing his face in need and desire and the tickling feeling of her long wet hair against his arms and stomach.
An image of the night before flashed in his mind as he remembered those same hands pushing him away on the bed. A sudden anger tightened the muscles of his abdomen and all the events of the night before came crashing back to his head. Unazuki's birthday party, Usagi not being there and instead finding her at Akito's infamous party, Hiro, his lips...his lips on Usagi's...
The groan that left Mamoru's throat just then was not a result of Usagi's hand clawing at his back. The anger, hurt and possessiveness that he had felt last night were stirring back to life within him and he couldn't control himself anymore. He pushed himself away from Usagi a little to be able to look at her face. She was out of breath and her cheeks were flushed. Her half lidded eyes were staring back at him with lust and confusion, "Why..." she panted, "why did you stop?" she asked him.
He looked down at her further more; taking note of the water that was spraying against her, making her right side of the body slippery. It took him less than 4 seconds to take a hold of her hips and wrap her slender legs around his waist. Usagi gave out a little yelp with the sudden action and hurriedly wound her arms around his neck.
"Do you want me Usako?" she heard him say. She pushed her head away from him, just a little, to look at his eyes; those orbs that were watching her with so many emotions going through them. "Yes...yes I want you Mamo-chan..." she answered without hesitation. Mamoru's eyes instantly darkened upon hearing her declaration of love and desire. He brought her a bit higher in his embrace and pushed her a little more against the wall, "You are mine Usako...only mine," he said in a rough voice, underline with a unique desperation and pleading.
Usagi never got the chance to tell him that she was indeed his. Her loud moan and almost scream, overlapped Mamoru's grunt as he entered her in one fluid stroke to the hilt. He didn't move for a few seconds, giving her time to adjust to the sudden intrusion and giving him time to take control over his hormones; she was so warm and tight, that if he didn't, it would have ended before it ever started.
Usagi tightened her hold on his neck and tried to steady herself against the wall; but as she did, Mamoru pulled out all the way just to enter her again, hard and deep. His suppressed desire from the night before roared through him with so much force and urgency that he was nearly blinded with lust. So he started moving within her; with forceful, hard and deep thrusts he entered her again and again. Pounding her into the wall she was leaning against. Her moans music to his ear and her wiggling body beneath him was like an additional gift to his ultimate prize. She was perfect and no one could ever take her away from him; never. They were perfect.
With that thought in mind, Mamoru made love to his girl friend under the spraying water of his small shower stall, during the first hours of a beautiful Saturday morning. For hours they pleasured each other's bodies and souls in various ways, with light caresses, slow and passionate kisses and feverish movements of their limbs.
They were young and in love...a perfect match... and no one could take that away from them..."No one" was Usagi's last rational thought before Mamoru sent her teenage body to the moon again and again.
Present moment:
Usagi opened her eyes when she heard her mother calling her from downstairs. It took her a moment to figure out that she was still in her room and it was still raining. When her stomach made a very audible growling sound, she just knew that it was time for dinner.
Mamoru's POV:
The silence in the library was a little bit too much; I could almost hear my own thoughts, and for the time being, that was not a good thing.
It was a Tuesday morning and I didn't have any classes till later in the afternoon. I had come to the campus earlier to get some necessary research done, and some serious unfinished business to deal with.
My head was doing turns every now and then ever since I had reached the campus in order to find my person of interest; and I still had no idea what I wanted to say to him. I didn't have any idea what I wanted to do.
My conversation with Motoki hadn't gotten me anywhere, except for the fact that Motoki was now officially pledging a "down with Kousei Hiro" banner in his hand. He was actually so mad that at some point I was the one calming him down. He had also confessed to me that he had fetched some stuff out of Minako the day after the party. She had told him about Usagi's weird behavior and that she had burst out of the balcony crying her eyes out. She had also told him about the weird vibes she had gotten from Hiro; and I just knew that Minako had noticed something about his feelings for Usagi...after all, she was the senshi of love.
"What are you going to do?" Motoki had asked me, once he was collected and calmed again. "I don't know," was my short respond.
And the truth was that, I really didn't know what I wanted to say to him, "hey thanks for kissing my girl friend and trying to steal her away"? It just didn't sit well with me. And after all, he had looked out for her when I wasn't there. Every time I had thought about that stupid brownie and what could have happened if Usako had eaten all of it... I sighed.
Kousei Hiro might have been a back stabbing traitor, but he had saved my girl friend that night in some way; and because of that, I was grateful!
I took a glance at my watch and started to gather my belongings. I had to grab something to eat before my first class.
I made my way to the cafeteria; while carefully looking around. I didn't know if he had any classes, but I knew he lived at a dorm on campus, and he went to volleyball almost every day; so he just ought to be there one way or another.
I made it to the cafeteria without seeing anyone I knew. I managed to buy myself a small sandwich and a small pop. The main hall of the cafeteria was too crowded, so I decided to have my lunch outside. As I made my way out again, I took another glance at my watch; it was almost 2 pm and in about half an hour, Usako was out of school; I mean, that is if she hadn't got detention!
I sighed again. I hadn't seen her since Saturday afternoon when I had drove her home. I had kept her at my apartment just to make sure that everything she had consumed the other night was out of her system; her parents, especially her father, were just opening up to me and trusting me with her, I really didn't want to falter that new found trust. But that was only the part of the reason why I didn't let her leave sooner.
I sat on a bench under a cherry tree and unwrapped my sandwich while remembering my passionate Saturday morning and afternoon with Usako. A sudden shudder went down my spine upon remembering our steamy shower and later, our time in the bedroom. What had gotten over my head? Claiming her over and over again? I was always so worried about her fragile body and the pressure I might be putting on her, why had my brain shut down to those reasons?
I had barely spoken to her since I drove her home and kissed her goodbye. I wasn't able to see her for the rest of the weekend since she had to spend time with her family, and I was working full time on Monday; I wasn't able to go and see her.
"Tonight," I thought to myself as I took a huge bite of my lunch, "tonight I'm going to take her somewhere..." I was about to mentally go over my options when I was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Mamoru-san, it's fancy seeing you here in the campus," Aiya exclaimed as she walked her way towards me. I swallowed my bite and wiped my mouth before answering her, "well I do go to this university Aiya-san," I answered her sarcastically, while hoping that she wouldn't bring up Akito's party in any way.
" I know, but it just seems that we see you around less and less these days," she replied back before sitting down on the bench beside me. She put her school bag on her other side and then flipped her hair over her shoulder and averted her eyes back to me, "so, Mamoru-san, what was the deal with you guys on Friday? I saw you leaving Akitu-kun's house with Motoki-san, your girl friend and another girl, and I thought I saw your girl friend crying. What was that about?" she gazed at me as if it was just so natural for her to be asking all of these questions.
I looked at her from the corner of my eye and then glanced at my watch again. It was time to leave anyway.
I started to gather my books and my bag, "it was nothing of your concern Aiya-san, and no, Usako wasn't crying," I answered back nonchalantly; the last thing I needed was Aiya prying in my business.
She furrowed her brows at me, "oh really? That's funny, because I could have sworn that I saw her going into the bathroom red eyes and all. I just thought maybe her attempts on Hiro-kun was rejected, seeing how she kept throwing herself at him all night...". I froze in the middle of my effort to stand up and walk away when I heard her last statement. I clenched my right hand into a fist and turned facing Aiya.
"What did you say?" my voice was hoarse and irritated. Did she just accuse Usako of... I must have heard her wrong. But she just challenged me more when she raised her eyebrow at me, "What? Didn't you know? I mean honestly, it was weird to me seeing her there alone without you. But then when I saw her with Hiro-kun, well, let's just say I knew what was going on. I mean, Hiro-kun seemed pretty smitten by her too. I have to hand it to her though, I was always amazed what a little girl like her could possibly offer to a college guy like you, but then again, she seems to be pretty good at whatever she does," she finished with an amused look on her face and a sly smile.
My breathing was getting harsh and I could feel my palms getting all sweaty. How dare she talk about Usako like that? And what exactly was she implying? It was none of her, or anyone else's Goddamn business what Usako and I did in our relationship.
"Aiya-san..." my voice was dark and only I knew how much effort I was putting up not to just snap at her and give her what she deserved, "I'm going to say this once, and you better listen to me very carefully," I continued with the same tone. I could feel her almost confusion at my rigid posture and dangerous voice, "if you ever, ever, talk about her like that again, I'm going to make your life a living hell..." I finished while eyeing her carefully. Her eyes were wide in shock and horror. She probably didn't know that I had this dark side to me; she just didn't know me too well.
I gazed at her for a few more seconds, before turning my back at her and started to leave.
"Oh you're so big and brave, aren't you Mamoru? Where was your all mighty bravery yesterday? Sending Motoki-san to do your little dirty deed to Hiro-kun just seems so manly, isn't it?" I heard her obnoxious laughter behind me and I just had to falter in my walk. What did she mean? What about Motoki? "What are you talking about?" I whirled around suddenly just to find her mere inches away, standing before me. Her hands were fisted and I could feel how upset she was.
"Oh my God, it's like you don't know anything about anything. So you mean to tell me you didn't send Motoki-san to shake up Hiro-kun? He broke his fucking nose..."
I narrowed my eyes at her just to figure out whether she was lying or not. But then I remembered. Motoki's weird message on my answering machine last night; he sounded very suspicious, asking me to call him whenever I got in. But it took me an hour to take a shower and then eat, and then by the time I was done with my routine, I was just so tired that I had completely forgotten about his message. Did he want to tell me what he had apparently done to Hiro?
I took a deep breath before opening my eyes and glancing at the girl who was fuming in front of me, "Aiya-san...none of this is any of your business, so I suggest you leave while your integrity is still intact," I mumbled harshly under my breath then I quickly turned around and walked away. I didn't have time for this; I didn't have time to waist on Aiya and her kind. I had to find Motoki and get some answers.
I focused my mind and tried to remember Motoki's schedule. I knew he had a class today, but couldn't remember the time. Was it a morning class or an afternoon one? But then I figured that he was at the arcade right about now; I remembered the girls little Tuesday routines of burgers, milkshakes and their senshi meetings, and I knew that Motoki was always there during this specific gathering.
I was just so anxious to know what happened yesterday that I decided to skip my class and go to the arcade. I needed to see Motoki and hopefully, see Usako too.
I changed my way to the parking lot. I was almost jogging to my car when,
"Mamoru-kun?"
I stopped and I slowly turned around to meet him and I gasped when I actually saw him.
His nose was bruised and maybe slightly crooked. There were dark circles around his left eye and his upper lip was swollen. What had Motoki done to him? I knew he loved Usagi like a little sister, but this image in front of me, this showed more of how much he hated Kousei Hiro if anything.
"We need to talk," I heard his hushed voice. I kept staring at him for a while. He was wearing a simple black shirt and jeans. His hair was longer than I had ever remembered him sporting, and he had a 5 o'clock shadow appearance going on. All in all, he looked exhausted. I kept my gaze on him and my eyes automatically went to his swollen lips; the same lips that had touched my girl friend's. Those lips had kissed Usako...my Usako! I felt my Friday night's anger bursting back to life with full force. I couldn't stop my brows to fall into a deep furrow and my mouth twitching.
"You damn right we need to talk, you fucking back stabber," I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. Was I ever this mad in my life? Probably. But had I ever spoke to anyone like this? With this amount of rage and anger? Probably not.
I watched him as he took a small step away from me, but kept his eyes sternly on my face, "So you really know..." he said in a weak voice. "Of course I know you lame excuse of a friend, what, you thought she would never tell me?" I started to step towards him with slow and deliberate steps. I wanted to intimidate him. I wanted to scare him...
"No," he shook his head and smiled a little, "I knew she would tell you. She's loyal and honest, she wouldn't keep something like that from you..." his knowing tone, as if he knew Usako that well, just angered me more.
"Don't talk about her like that, like you know her...don't talk about her at all..." I knew I was losing my temper; and I didn't want to lose it just yet. I wanted to give him a little piece of my mind in my calmed self and then flip on him! I wanted to be intimidating and dangerous, not like a jealous boy friend that just wants to punch the bastard in the face.
I kept my eyes on him, as he stood there calm, collected and...and almost confident!
"I don't know what happened, I didn't plan for it or anything, you have to know that," he said while he ran an irritated hand through his hair.
"You don't know what happened? What, so you just miraculously got a hold of her and kissed her?" even hearing my own voice repeating that made me sick.
"No..."
I didn't let him finish, "you know what? I've been thinking these past couple of days of what exactly I wanted to say to you, and I couldn't figure it out... just you're nerve..." I was only a few feet from him now. We kept staring at each other's eyes and I was confused of the emotions that I was seeing on his face.
"I don't know what to say," he exclaimed with a sigh. I could see that his hand was fisted and it was slightly shaking.
"Well good. Because I don't want to hear your lame excuses. I don't care whether you were drunk or high, or fucking delusional. You had no right to touch my girl friend..." at this point my voice was a little raised. My insides were all twitching violently and I was breathing harshly.
"I know I made a mistake, and I'm sorry that I did that to you Mamoru...I had no intension of hurting you...it just that she was high and..."
"And what? You thought you could take advantage of her? I always knew you were some kind of a filthy womanizer, but I never knew you would stoop so low and try to score you're supposed friend's girl friend," I was finally right in front of his face.
I could see something flickering in his eyes; something that I quit couldn't understand.
"NO...I didn't want to take advantage of her, I wouldn't do that to Usagi," he looked up at me with a hint of anger in his eyes. What did he just say?
"Don't say her name you bastard, she was crying her eyes out because YOU forced your self on her," and then Usako's red eyes and painful sobs came to my mind, "you mother..." and the next thing I know, my fist had connected with his abdomen.
He let out a loud cry of pain as he went flying to the ground.
I stood there, sweaty and fuming with anger. I was panting as I watched his fallen form on the ground; he was clenching his stomach and his eyes were tightly shut. Luckily, the parking lot was empty and no body had seen my little lash out.
I felt some of the stress that I had been carrying around for the past few days leave my body; but the feeling was immediately replaced with sudden loss; loss of a friendship that I probably never had in the first place.
"Don't think for a second that I would ever forget what you've done. But the fact that you didn't let her have that brow..."
"I love her," came his stern voice and he looked up at me with pain.
And the world stopped!
I stared down at him; he was balancing himself on his elbows as he looked up at me. The afternoon light was in his eyes and he was narrowing them to shield himself. His face was still tensed as a result of my punch.
"What did you say?" my voice was so dry that to a bystander it might have seemed like I hadn't spoken to anyone all day.
"I'm in love with Usagi-chan...and I'm sorry that I hurt you," he panted, I was still staring at him with indifference, "but I'm not sorry that I kissed her," he finished.
My eyes went wide and I felt my heart drop to the ground, because the confidence and the motivation that I saw in his eyes were that scary to me; and I didn't know what to say.
So I just stood there above Kousei Hiro as we both kept our eyes on one another.
And the world stood still.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and its fabulous characters in anyway. I wish I did. But I don't. All the delightful rights of this wonderful manga/anime and its characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.