Author's Note: My fiance' told me I was stubborn at dinner tonight (which I am) so I decided to write a little of myself in Usagi. Please don't kill me. Thanks for continuing to read as I update. I know the updates are so sporadic! I'm just writing as they come along.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its themes, concepts, characters, or etc.
60. One Touch
530 Words
The princess. Who is she? Will she really know who I am? How will I know if this crystal holds the fate that I want for myself? Mamoru was fully alert as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, hoping to aid Sailor Moon in whatever trouble she had gotten into now. As stubborn as she was being right now, he couldn't let her get hurt, even if she had hurt him in the way no one else could.
What if I just want peace? Will the princess have peace? Will she keep this violence from happening? Usagi stood her ground firm as Zoisite attacked her full-force. She hadn't called for help. She wanted this violence to end, to get rid of Zoisite. They secretly engaged in battle often, most times ending in a draw. The other senshi remained clueless, and it seemed for the most part, Tuxedo Kamen disappeared. The blonde grabbed Zoisite's ponytail and slammed her elbow into Zoisite's throat.
"Bitch." Zoisite spat, coughing up blood. "You will die tonight." A crystal shard appeared in his hand as he rushed towards Sailor Moon, aiming for her own throat. The sound of Zoisite's body slamming against the ground brought Usagi back to her senses. Standing in front of her was Tuxedo Kamen holding his staff in hand. "Long time no see, Tux." Zoisite smirked. Tuxedo Kamen showed no emotions as he attacked Zoisite full-force, every punch connecting. He grabbed Zoisite by the throat.
"No one will die tonight but you." His grip around Zoisite's throat tightened, ceasing air into the general's passage. Before he could snap his enemy's esophagus, Zoisite disappeared into thin air, leaving the two heroes alone. "Is this what you do every night?" He asked Usagi without turning to face her.
"It's my duty." She replied, holding her bleeding shoulder. My duty my ass. Mamoru turned to face the girl, his mask hiding his concern. He walked up to her and gently touched her shoulder, covering his glove-covered fingers in her blood.
"My duty is to stop this, and I will. You promised me you wouldn't die." He said softly.
"I cannot control fate. I can only fulfill my mission." She whispered. Her blue eyes were full of hurt, as if she had given up hope. Mamoru took off his gloves and gently caressed her cheeks. Her heart told her this touch was familiar; that she had felt these hands upon her before.
"My mission is to protect you. Let me do this. Sailor Moon, you will die if you don't stop." His eyes met hers. Through his mask, she felt as if she had seen those eyes before. She took of her gloves and placed his hands in hers. How he longed for her touch. Her warm hands against his. It felt right. He entwined his fingers into hers, hoping to hold her like this as long as he could. The past few weeks meant nothing. Her one touch completely erased every doubt he had. She placed her cheek against his, gently grasping his hand, as to whisper something.
"If I die, so be it."