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She couldn't describe or untangle her emotions. And if she hadn't been so very aware that he wasn't faring much better at the moment she would have asked him – as she sometimes did – to explain those feelings of hers to her.
As it was the emotions she could name in the mix were those: Disbelief, about what had just happened, euphoria, about what had just happened, anticipation, about what would happen from now on, fear, about what would happen from now on, horror, when thinking about the state she'd seen Mamoru in just now and that she might ever have to see him this beaten again, worry, about the people that might have gotten hurt, and underlying it all a constant baseline of shock.
And one emotion that was missing from the jumble, one she'd been so used to by now: frustration.
She'd never felt so alive. It scared her, but she felt so much like this was what she was meant to do: Protect all these people, act, be there for all of them.
She wasn't sure if Mamoru was entirely aware of how strongly he was gripping her hand.
They'd been walking like this for a while, in silence, worked up, and seeing as they'd kinda destroyed their way of transportation tonight, they'd still be walking for a while.
She was startled out of her thoughts by her vibrating phone. Glancing at it her eyes widened – she had 39 missed calls on it. She picked up clumsily, fumbling, putting the phone to her ear hastily.
"Mama!" She yelped into it, stopped walking and Mamoru turned towards her, flinching. Yeah, he hadn't thought about letting them know they were alright either. After all her parents knew they were in Shibuya at the time the attack happened. "I'm so sorry! Things were kinda… eh, crazy there right now." She cringed. "We're alright. Everything's alright." She looked up at Mamoru and cringed some more into the phone. "No, no, we're fine. Nothing, er… happened to us."
Mamoru sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Yes,… yes. No, we are on our way back, except that we're walking…. Yeah."
They resumed walking while she continued talking to her mother. To say her mother had been worried was an understatement, seeing as she knew not only her daughter but also her husband at the scene. She reassured her and quickly said goodbye, telling her they'd walk to an area that was unaffected enough from the incident so that at least the busses were still running there, but it might take a while. And that they'd just been so worked up by what happened she wasn't even aware anymore that such a thing as phones and an outside world existed … which was totally true.
When she hung up Mamoru beside her slipped an arm around her and hugged her to him, pressing a kiss onto her temple. "I'm sorry." He said. "I didn't even think to… The thought hadn't even occurred to me."
She frowned at him. "You like to take all the blame, Mamo-chan… you're not to blame."
He sighed.
She slipped her hand back into his and he immediately gripped it in that tight way again and she nudged at him to continue walking.
After a little while of further silence he said in a quiet voice, "Sailor Moon".
He wasn't addressing her, he wasn't even asking. It was more like testing the sound.
He knew of the Senshi in her dreams, he knew first hand how the moon seemed to affect her. The name wasn't surprising in the least, it was just new.
Instead he asked her about a different name.
"Why does your mother call you her 'moonchild'?" He whispered to her.
She thought of this for a moment. Honestly, it was hard to pinpoint; her mother had always called her this. Hundreds of stories came to mind that her mother used to tell her, of times she had scared her parents witless by running out in the middle of a night during the full moon to dance delightedly in its light, telling her parents not to worry, the moon was there and it would protect her. Of how they'd had to recite the names of the planets to get her to calm down as a baby when she was upset. Her mother had always found it adorable, given their last name.
And she'd been born during a full moon, too. It had been a particular hard birth, her mother always pointed out. Usagi had been born prematurely, and was sick very often as a baby, and her mother always swore she had the feeling that the moonlight had seemed to protect her during all of it.
"Umm.." Usagi started. "My Mama named me Tsukino Usagi because I was born on a full moon, in the first place… and she used to say as a kid I only ever answered to the moon. I was kind of obsessed with it as a kid. Hence all the moon and bunnies paraphernalia I guess?... I don't know."
He nodded, but didn't say anything further, just kept clutching her hand as if she'd disappear if he didn't.
She broke the silence with a timid voice after long heavy moments. "So… ", she started, glancing at him sideways. "Are you… okay with this?"
He sighed, and stayed quiet for a while. She was beginning to think he wasn't going to answer when he started talking quietly.
"I'll be honest… seeing you on the front like that, in danger, will never be easy for me. Ever. It's like... you're so eager to protect anyone it makes me so absolutely terrified you'll do something reckless…" He trailed off, sighing heavily and raked his free hand through the hair that fell into his eyes. His face appeared to be neutral yet his eyes – she would have recognized the fear in them even without their bond between them.
"But…" He sighed again, even more deeply this time.
She looked up at him. "But?" She urged.
He turned his face to look down at her, looked her in the eye with a deep accompanying breath and at least the attempt of a smile. It came out more unsurely if anything else. "I can see you're made for this. You're much more powerful than me, and well, I'm man enough to admit that?"
His hand found its way back to his hair, he was almost pulling at it.
He looked back into the distance. "So I guess… I'll just have to make sure to protect you while you protect everybody else. " He breathed quietly.
She slowed to a stop and he looked back at her. Then, without a word, she lifted a hand up to his cheek, got up on her tiptoes and kissed him, softly.
He kissed her back, sighing into it, relieved, like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders by the touch of her lips.
"Thank you." She whispered against his mouth.
He pulled back and sighed. "Don't thank me yet. I don't guarantee I won't freak out again."
She smiled up at him.
Then he frowned at her. "At we'll step up on the training. Structure it more. Maybe get some professional guidance if we can be discreet about it."
She nodded, eagerly. Anything to put his nerves at ease she guessed, and also, it wasn't like she didn't know she still had so much to learn. "You know… Mako-chan's a black belt. I already asked her if she'd be willing to train with me and maybe train us both? Say it's a hobby?"
He nodded, deep in thought.
"And we should go back to see Rei-chan. She really did help me that one time." She added.
He pursed his lips, but nodded again.
He rubbed the back of his neck and then half-smiled at her sideways. "Well… ready to have a sidekick, Sailor Moon?"
She smiled and giggled, and rubbed the back of his hand. "Not a sidekick." She said, immersed in stroking his hand, smiling at it and then looked up into his eyes. "We're partners. We're a team."
This time he smiled fully,even though with that sad hue still in it, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She sighed happily.
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He woke up suddenly from a sharp jab into his stomach by her elbow. He was disoriented for a second, wanting to protest when he noticed she wasn't actually awake. Blinking he tried to dodge her next blow – erratic kicking of her legs – and then quickly slung his arms around her from behind, bringing her closer. He put his mouth to her ear, hushed her in a lone humming tone and rocked her carefully.
She was having another nightmare. Lately her dreams had focused much more on the violent parts of it, the bloodshed and destruction. They came more frequently with every Cardian she encountered. Though he assumed it wasn't the Cardian's presence per se, but the fact that she used her powers. They were tugging at buried memories.
He could relate – his were getting stronger, too. And the images that surfaced lately were those of dying, or more precisely put: already having died before – both of them.
She woke up from his low murmured voice and for a moment thought she was still in the dream that had somehow turned out nice after all until she realized the warmth she felt were his arms. She exhaled heavily and let herself be gathered up by him fully.
Outside, birds were already chirping merrily, the sky was bright and blue, her alarm read 6:15.
"You okay?" He whispered to her and she nodded.
Still he continued stroking her hip and belly in a soothing way, feeling her pulse calm down and her breath get deeper. He could feel her getting calmer and pressed a kiss to the back of her head, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of her hair.
He hated that she had these nightmares, too, but he loved that he was allowed to calm her down from them.
He nuzzled her neck and felt her heartbeat return to normal. "Anything new?" He checked.
She shook her head no and then turned around in his embrace and snuggled further into his chest, fully intent to going back to sleep, just as he was moving his body to get up.
"Noooooo." She wailed into his chest and slung her arms around his middle in a death grip, holding fast.
He chuckled yet relented and lay back down. It was a few minutes until he attempted the task again.
"Noooooo." She cried again and tightened her hold.
He let long, tapered fingers glide into soft golden hair and cradled the back of her head as carefully and gently as he was able and then pulled her into a feathery light kiss.
She was about to deepen it, sighing into it happily, but he let go and touched his forehead to hers. "I need to get up so I can pretend to pick you up for school extra early? We wanted to get up in time to grill your father for information about last night?"
She huffed. "That was a very silly idea of us to get up early. We shouldn't do that."
He laughed, the vibration resonating on the mattress slightly, moving her along. "C'mon." He said and started to pull the blanket away from him.
She then flipped over quickly and pinned him to the bed by arranging herself on top of him and around him.
"There." She said triumphantly, snapping her legs in a tight pinch around his middle and placed her head on his shoulder and by the crook of his neck. "Can't leave now. We can just talk to Papa tonight at dinner." She whispered and kissed his collarbone in a kiss so light it made him shudder for a second.
She noticed his change in mood of course, grinned at him, and proceeded to treat his neck the same way, nuzzling it, covering it in soft kisses. He groaned. She knew how sensitive his neck was.
"You're not playing fair" He moaned when he felt Usagi's small soft hands trace his sides in long, lingering strokes, accompanying her ministrations on his neck.
It was either get up now or let this spiral out of control. He was already getting affected by her growing arousal.
Also, it confused him, yes, but the befuddled state of last night left him wanting, too. He'd been so terrified for her safety he felt the acute need to ascertain she was still here, and also, there was this side in him which he was slightly ashamed of that was really, really turned on by having seen her acting so confidently and powerfully last night.
He growled, feeling the inevitable spiral of loosening control between them – her sensations affecting him and his affecting hers which were affecting him again. All by a few kisses to his neck and feather-light touches to his hips.
He closed his eyes, breathed deeply and then swiveled his legs out of the bed and got out of it in one swift motion. Yet Usagi was adamant and didn't loosen her hold on him, so he ended up out of the bed with her clinging on him like a little whining and adorable Usagi-shaped monkey.
"Noooo pleeeeease." She murmured, mouth still attached to his neck and the small whine got muffled by his skin and made his neck vibrate not unpleasantly – but he was determined.
"We need to get up, Usa. I really want to know what your father has to say about this all." He mumbled, apologetically, yet still supported her weight.
She huffed but reluctantly released her hold on his body and slipped down and off him, pout firmly in place.
He reached for his black slacks and light grey button-down shirt that had been lying draped over the chair of her vanity and dressed with slightly trembling fingers, while Usagi made a show of letting herself fall back on her bed theatrically, drumming her legs on it in annoyance for a second until she stood up again, walked over to her coffee table, plopped down and checked her phone.
He was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt when he turned back to her. "So, are we training with your friend today?"
She looked up at him. "Um, she said Monday…" She said with some regret written in her face and voice.
Oh. His face fell a little. He'd been hoping to ease his nerves by at least attempting to do something new for their training immediately, step up their game to help him get used to the thought.
She put her phone back and looked up at him, mustering him with a thoughtful look. "…I could still ask her though, if you want? Maybe she has time today as well?"
He shook his head and swallowed. As good as that sounded… "You don't need to bother your friend just to put me at ease."
She gave him another look and then nodded decisively. "I'll ask her."
He sighed. Downstairs they heard Kenji holler a goodbye through the house and then the slamming front door.
His gaze flew to hers.
After a beat he shrugged, leaned down and plucked her from her sitting position to carry her giggling form the three steps back to the bed.
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Makoto stood in front of the grey skyrise apartment building and scanned the bell panel to find the one that read 'Chiba'.
She got buzzed in almost immediately.
She was a bit nervous. It had been really sweet, they way Usagi had formally introduced her boyfriend to her when he dropped her off at school, only so he could thank her for agreeing to train with them, and arrange a date. The way he'd seemed a bit uncomfortable standing in that building, not quite fitting in between all those students – the same way she felt like every day in that school – and the way Usagi had made him feel at ease in spite of it, just like she did with her.
He'd gone quickly again of course, way before the bell rang, though not before giving Makoto his home address – in the most peculiar way – he'd simply whipped out his Keio student ID at her expecting her to glance at the address printed on it. Usagi had rolled her eyes at him and giggled about it, yet for Makoto it was very endearing to see someone who came across as so smooth and confident on the first glance to act as socially inept as she felt herself sometimes.
This was how she found herself here, riding the elevator up. She'd gone home quickly to change into her workout clothes and pack what was left of the last batch of strawberry shortcake she'd made the other day (as a surprise for Usagi) and now stood tugging nervously at her tank top before she rapped on the door.
The door was flung open immediately by Usagi's boyfriend.
It still felt weird for Makoto to have to look up to someone to look into their eyes. Usually she towered over everyone she knew, even the boys. But this guy was so tall.
He was already in his workout clothes as well. Gone was the sharp and dressy grey button down and matching vest she'd seen on him this morning, instead he stood in front of her bare-feet, in simple narrow grey sweat pants and a black T-shirt that clung to him a bit.
She shot out a greeting, a bit flustered, and he seemed to mimic her awkwardness one on one, bowing stiffly, holding the door open, yet he seemed genuinely thankful that she had come, which made her feel welcome in a peculiar way.
Somehow the whole occasion seemed so serious. Usagi had made it seem like this was just a hobby that the two were struggling with a bit, but the way this guy looked at her he made it seem as if Makoto was saving their life. It amused her, yet it felt a bit strange.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by Usagi who came tumbling out of one of the rooms and skipped towards her with a cheeriness that made Makoto forget anything else.
"MAKO-CHAN!" The blonde little whirlwind yelled and fell around her, hugging her close.
Makoto flushed and hugged her back. "I brought cake for afterwards!" She said to Usagi who squealed excitedly and took Makoto's bag from her to rush it to the kitchen, while Makoto took off her shoes and then padded into the apartment further.
It looked stylish, a bit impersonal perhaps, and she could see all his furniture had been pushed to the wall in preparation. And also, it looked like he hadn't just moved in. He'd obviously been living on his own for a while now. Another thing they had in common.
Makoto nodded and put her hands on her hips. "Well, shall we start, then?"
They talked a bit then, Usagi excitedly, Mamoru in this neutral expression of his, about what they'd been doing so far, where they were stuck, all the way Mamoru made sure to thank Makoto profusely for agreeing to come and give them pointers, so much that Makoto stopped blushing about it at one point and instead shoo him off with an annoyed but smiling eye-roll, which made him blush in turn. It was cute, really, she wouldn't have expected this of him and it made her see how well these two did fit together.
Makoto made them show her a few basic routines – all of which looked to her as if they'd done them countless times together, the way the movements flowed and they reacted to each other without thought seemed flawless, intimate somehow. It made Makoto blush a bit, the way they touched each other so unapologetically and without shame, with no thought spared between them for getting into each other's personal space, the little touches in between – the quick, almost involuntary tender stroke over the back of his head when she released him from a successful headlock, the way he supported her weight when he made her fall after all.
What they did as routinely though were their mistakes, Makoto could see that almost as immediately. Mamoru relied too much on his height and weight advantage, was too confident in his strength and moved too fast, even though he was still way slower than Usagi – which made him prone to lose his footing, and ironically, unable to use his strength-advantage on Usagi at all. Usagi in turn, relied too much on her footing to manipulate his forward-momentum, and was unable to free herself once she was off the ground.
She shook her head and stopped them. "No, no." She moved towards them. "You have to move slower, Mamoru-kun. More precisely."
He looked at her bewildered, as if she'd gone crazy. "But she's so fast, I wouldn't keep up."
Makoto shook her head again. "You already can't. That's the point, if you move slower you're slowing her down with you. Your momentum won't be so strong and she can't get you off balance as easily, see—" Makoto moved in front of Usagi and got into position. With a small 'May I?' and an affirmative nod from Usagi she moved at her, mimicking Mamoru's earlier steps, just that she put less speed and even more force in it. Usagi did her usual thing; sidestep, bend Makoto's arm at an uncomfortable angle, wait for the snap-back that allowed her to turn her around and get her on the ground, yet it didn't come. Makoto had steeled her arm, Usagi couldn't bend it, and instead Makoto grabbed around her and hefted her up, then lowered her carefully back down to the ground.
Both Usagi and Mamoru looked at her impressed, then Mamoru frowned, recounting Makoto's steps, comparing them to his.
"Do it again." Makoto said smiling, motioning for them to get back in position, and they did.
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Afterwards on their way back to Usagi's for dinner, Mamoru had to admit that Makoto really knew what she was doing. They'd only trained for about 90 minutes until they'd stopped and eaten the girl's cake– yes, Usagi was right, it had been the best strawberry short cake of his life, too – and talked a bit. He had been surprised to find himself instantly liking the girl. In fact, he was actually looking forward for them to spend more time with her.
And he'd definitely learned something. All in all they'd focused more on Usagi's technique – to his bidding – yet by the way the taller girl had instructed and moved Usagi's form into different positions, so confident while taking about it, almost gleeful, and by the way Usagi had reacted, he could notice directly that her way of teaching was exactly what had been needed.
She'd instructed Mamoru, too, making him move differently to pose a new challenge for his girlfriend, showing Usagi ways by fighting him herself to counter his attacks in a new fashion. Which was how he'd found himself beaten not by one girl as usual but by two.
He chuckled a bit under his breath, and Usagi looked at him sideways, curiously.
They were passing through Arisugawa park on their way from his place towards her home when a girl in a grey school uniform stopped decisively in their path in front of them.
Mamoru wouldn't have recognized her without her Miko garb weren't it for Usagi's telltale sputtering heart next to him.
She stopped directly in front of them, and they stopped, too, and he knew Usagi would have greeted her cheerfully immediately weren't she put off by the fierce glare – even more resentful than the other day – that Rei threw at them.
Usagi looked up at him perplexed, unsure, and then back at Rei, opening her mouth to start talking when Rei interrupted her.
She ripped something out of her schoolbag which he quickly discerned to be today's newspaper, a photo of Sailor Moon in Tuxedo Mask's arms surrounded by the Cardian fog on Hachiko Square on its cover with a headline that read in bold letters 'SAILOR MOON – What do we know of Tokyo's new savior' – and waved it erratically in front of Usagi's face. "What is this?" She hissed at both of them, looking them both in the eye with a fierce scowl one after the other.
They shared a quick glance.
Usagi scratched her temple. "Umm, a newspaper?"
Rei's glare turned even darker and she practically jumped in Usagi's face. "Don't play dumb with me, what is this?" She growled.
Mamoru pulled Usagi closer to his side, and stepped a miniscule amount further in front. He really didn't like the girl's tone, or the anger he was feeling from her.
"We don't know what you're implying." He said calmly, but coldly.
Rei's menace turned towards him. "Oh, you don't?" She spat. "Well why don't you explain to me why you really came to see me the other day, Tuxedo Mask." She hissed at him, quietly, under her breath.
Mamoru's eyes widened, and he could feel Usagi's alarmed glance at him when he pushed her behind him fully now, shielding her. He straightened his posture up towards his full height and stood towering over the slender brunette, and matched her in her withering stare.
Rei didn't seem intimidated in the slightest and instead stood up straighter herself, glaring right back.
He let his consciousness float over her then, scanning her for signs that might be abnormal, yet finding nothing. He was about to jump back in her face anyway, demand of her how she could know that, demand to know what she would want with that information, when he felt Usagi's hand slip into his, and her other around his wrist, gentle, calming.
She had come back around him, facing Rei who turned to train her gaze on her accusingly.
Usagi looked quickly up towards Mamoru's startled eyes which were telling her to be careful, to not trust this girl, to deny everything, but instead Usagi sighed and said. "We came to you for help so I might learn to control my powers better." Usagi pointed towards their photo in the paper. "I think it worked." She added, sheepishly.
Mamoru groaned and yanked a hand through his hair, Usagi shrugged at him apologetically.
Not even one whole day, he thought helplessly, she didn't manage to keep her identity secret for even ONE day.
The fight went out of Rei's shoulders, though. She slumped a bit and her facial features calmed. She obviously hadn't expected honesty.
A thousand questions bombarded Mamoru's mind simultaneously; how did she find out, why does the glamour work on everybody else but her, how did she know where to find them… He chose to blame his dubious and distrust-filled upbringing for the one he did end up asking. "What do you want?" He bit at her.
He saw the fire ignite in Rei's eyes again, rising to his challenge, when Usagi, once again, came between them. She stroked over Mamoru's hand to calm him, which had the effect of softening his whole demeanor instantly, and which in turn made Rei get off her guard.
She shook her head, and then, in a quieter yet still clearly decisive voice, Rei said, "I want in."
He sputtered at her. Of all the things he had expected… "Excuse me?"
She glared up at him, furrowing her brow. "Look, this will sound crazy, but considering who I'm talking to –" She shook her newspaper at them again accusingly "—I'm just gonna say it. The fire talks to me, okay? I get visions. I see things."
Mamoru crossed his arms over his chest defensively. He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. He already had trouble opening up and sharing with people he felt comfortable around, but sharing the biggest fucking secret of their life with a random stranger who throws ofudas at his girlfriend? One that claimed to have visions? No fucking way.
He set his jaw, taking a defensive stance and would have liked nothing more to just turn around and go.
Unfortunately his girlfriend had other plans.
Usagi took a tentative step towards Rei, cocked her head to the side and smiled at the girl sweetly. "Is that how you knew it was us?"
With a start Mamoru realized that the body language this Rei girl took on was basically a direct mirror of his own. Arms crossed, scowl in her eyes yet her face kept carefully blank. Defending herself…
"Yes…" She murmured.
And just like he would, Rei seemed to almost melt towards the kind attention, the tender smile Usagi was bestowing upon her.
She turned to Usagi fully and Mamoru felt some of Rei's hard façade drop – both visually and physically – the furrow in her brow evened out, her pulse decelerated, her pupils dilated slightly –
with just that simple act of looking at Usagi's open face.
Her voice became a bit gentler – he was pretty sure she wasn't even noticing it – and she turned to Usagi fully, almost blocking him from her view completely. "Look, I acted the way I acted the other day cause I…." She trailed off, looked sideways to him and the façade was back up. She obviously changed her mind about sharing.
Rei shook her head, turned back to face both of them now, arms back to being safely crossed. "I'm not stupid, I don't have powers like you, I'm not gonna demand you bring me to the battlefield or anything, but I can be useful to you. I get visions on where they attack, for starters. Sometimes only minutes before it happens but sometimes days before… "
Mamoru's eyes widened and his gaze flew to Usagi's equally surprised one. If what the girl was saying was true, this might indeed be the most useful information to have that he could think of off the top of his head.
But… His face turned carefully blank again.
Still, he didn't trust her.
Usagi looked at him "I trust her."
He groaned, cast his eyes upwards and threw his hands up in the air, then shook his head at Usagi. Unbelievable…
" Can we at least sleep over this?" He pleaded with Usagi.
But Usagi had already skipped forward, linked her arm through Rei's, who blushed immediately, and started babbling about exchanging phone numbers, Team names and if Rei could provide the snacks when Mamoru and she would come to the Hikawa shrine soon.
He could only sigh and follow them, hands buried deep into his pockets.
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AN:
So, the next one I will post from Ireland. Truthfully, I don't know how much I'll be able to post from there, it might be very likely that it'll be only one more, maybe two post this week while I'm there.
Just so that you're prepared^^''
Also, thank you of course for all the reviews, they are SO ENCOURAGING to me you have no idea, every single one of them. Happy giddy happy feels and they make me write like crazy. So THANK YOU^^ and let me know what you think as always.
And one formal and very much needed thanks coming up, and while I'm on it, I'll jam it up to a dedication:
To my real-life Mamoru 3 For reading (although he NEVER reads fan fiction), for being proud that I write this, for helping me tie the plot holes when I struggle (things you have him to thank for, that you know of so far: Rei's premonitions, the fact that Mako trains Usagi and Mamoru now, and countless UsaMamo dialogue that he said first to me), for always cuddling with me on the escalator, for somehow having taken over seemingly all of the cooking and shopping and cleaning done in our home so I can write some more, and for having included UsaMamo in his vows to me when he married me in the first place.
(Included in his vows was this line: He promised to always be the Mamoru to my Usagi 333 - aren't I the luckiest girl ever?!)
Also, lots of you guys have been commenting on how fast I rip these out: I'm in grad school and it's the semester holidays for me currently, plus I don't have to intern this year, THIS ISN'T NORMAL!PLEASE DON'T EXPECT THIS TO BE NORMAL OF ANY OTHER SANE PERSON! And it also won't last. xD
Also, I'm trying to pace myself, really, I am - and try to write on backup, but seriously, I've read these two fics (that I'm sure you'll all know) in the middle of February (Desperate And Divine – includes a scene where Mamoru tells Usagi about the process of figuring all this rebirth stuff out on his own; and Wish You Would – cutest ever college party AU fic where they get together in the cutest way and he gets to be his cutest closed off little adorable self and the way they interact is so natural and CUTE- both by the AMAZING Antigone2 – and my head flew with these 2 images in my mind and ran with it and made it into this epic thing and I've been writing it down nonstop since then.)
So yeah, thus, next BIG thank you and dedication goes to Antigone2! For writing amazing, crazy inspiring fanfic : )
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