True Colours

Final Word Count: 720

.i do not own sailor moon.

Mamoru bit his lip, blue eyes gazing down at the notepad he'd written in. The words were his true feelings, how he felt about the darling Odango that seemed to get under his skin every day. And he could never let her read it, fear that she'd just laugh at him before walking away to show what a sap he actually was to her friends. He snatched the piece of paper from the notebook, tearing it from the spiral before crumpling it in his hand. He'd have to get rid of it later, make sure that there was no evidence of it's existence for her to catch wind of. He hadn't noticed he'd knocked the piece of paper to the floor when he left the arcade that day or the blond that picked it up when it caught her eye.

She uncrumpled the paper, reading over the elegant cursive writing with mist filled blue eyes. It'd had her name in it, the words so sweet and full of love. And when she got to the signature at the bottom, she gasped; the crumpled paper falling to her feet on the floor. Motoki had asked if she was okay, to which she replied she was fine before leaning down and grabbing the piece of paper. She tucked it away in the pocket of her skirt before grabbing her book-bag and smiling, promising that she would stop by and visit Motoki another day. He let her go without further question.

She knew where he lived, she'd had to return a pair of sunglasses to him once before when he'd dropped them after she collided with the elder male. Her teeth worried her bottom lip as she walked, fishing the piece of paper from her pocket once more. She read the words again and again, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile. He loved her, just as much as she loved him. But why had he never said anything to her? Why had he teased her so relentlessly every time they crossed paths? She didn't know, but she was going to find out… she wouldn't leave without an answer. And without him knowing that she felt the same way in return.

She reached his apartment building with ease, her stomach churning uncomfortably. What if he denied the words that were written upon the piece of paper? What if he rejected her? Didn't actually want to be with her? What if it had all been a lie?

She sucked in a breath, she didn't know if her heart could take it. But it's better to try than let what could have been pass me by.

Resolve steeled, she entered the building and pressed the button on the elevator for his floor. The doors opened, she stepped into the car. The ride up was silent, painful even. She wanted to press the button to return to the lobby, forget the whole thing. But something wouldn't let her. Something told her this was what she had to do. The doors opened and she stepped into the hallway. She walked several feet and came to his door, her fist knocking against the barrier. There was no turning back now.

The door opened a second later, revealing a frazzled looking Mamoru who gaped openly at her. He was trying to figure out what she was doing there, just like she was trying to figure it out herself. He opened his mouth to ask, she didn't give him a chance, pulling the letter from her pocket. The raven hair blanched. She smiled, albeit a bit sad. She hadn't expected that kind of reaction, regret for even daring to hope that he could love her as much as she loved him beginning to coil in the pit of her stomach.

"How did you get this?" He asks breathily as he gingerly takes the note from her hands, staring at the writing that she'd obviously read. How else would she have known to come to him? "I thought I threw it away."

"It was on the floor," Usagi answered, her gaze cast away from his. "I thought you'd want it back."

"You read it," Mamoru said, stating the obvious.

"I did," she said, nodding, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I'm sorry too."

"Don't be."

"Why?"

"Because I love you too."