Author's Note: So this one is a bit angsty, and while all my fics have a (mostly) happy ending, I have to admit this one was on a different level for me. I may or may not have mentioned that I was VERY young when certain events happened in my life, so they often seem normal to me. Added to that, the age of consent in Japan being so young, the age of our favorite super heroine, and mix it with a bunch of hormones, drama, angst, and jealousy and you get a big pile of stupid actions that have life-changing consequences. I will say this one is a little Mamoru heavy, and isn't really intended as a simple lemon, though of course, it is in there, because it really is essential to this particular story, and because, well, that's what this whole series of one-shots centers around.

Usagi 16, Mamoru 17 turning 18

Reader Response: I have had one or two say they would like a continuation of the last story in this series, called Fantasies. I really want to see if other people are interested however, since the story would be a little outside my comfort zone, having never done something quite like that before. It would also be the first time writing for one of the other Senshi/Shitennou as a one-shot. If I do write it, chances are it would be in two parts, one for Usagi and Mamoru and the other for Minako and Kunzite. So, what do you think?

Destroyed and Rebuilt
A Consequences Story

*** Mamoru ***

Mamoru stared down at the tear streaked, and red, face of his sleeping girlfriend, and sighed. Guilt welled up within him. Guilt because he had done this. He had caused those tears. He had made her life a living hell. His actions had led to that red mark on her cheek, though he would never lift his hand to harm her. Still, it was him who had caused her pain. Her heartache and grief tore at him, and he wanted to do something, anything, to fix it.

Had he done it on purpose?

He still couldn't be certain. He only knew he had destroyed her life for his own pleasure, to fulfill his own desires and wants without considering, or perhaps deliberately ignoring, what the consequences would be for her. Or himself. And there were consequences he had never imagined.

He sighed and stood up from his position sitting on the end of the small coffee table. Reaching down he lifted Usagi into his arms, careful not to wake her, and brought her into the bedroom. With one hand he pulled back the comforter and set her down on the soft sheets before pulling them back over her. He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek and bent to kiss her forehead.

As he left the room, Mamoru nearly fell over Usagi's duffel bag and knocked his shoulder hard into the door frame. He muffled his curses so he didn't wake her, and went back out into the living room. It was a wreck. There were several boxes pressed against one wall, the things inside thrown in haphazardly by her friends. They'd barely gotten her belongings in time before the trash truck had come.

Moving into the kitchen, Mamoru poured a cup of coffee and made his way onto the balcony. The breeze ruffled his hair as he stared at the dark portion of the sky where the moon hid it's face. He had always hated new moons. The silver glow had been his comfort since childhood and without it he felt bereft.

And Sailor Moon tended to be weaker during a new moon. She was slightly slower, her attacks less potent and, if she was injured, Usagi healed more slowly. He prayed there would be no droid attack. Not just because there was no moon, but because he didn't want her out there fighting. Not as she was.

The weak, worn, weeping girl who had arrived at his apartment door that morning, with one side of her face still blazing red, was a far cry from the happy-go-lucky teen he had first met. And it was all his fault. First with what he had done, and then later the break-up. He had destroyed her not once, but twice. He snorted. That was, if he forgot the horror he had inflicted on her during his time in the Negaverse.

Were the dreams right? Would he be the death of her? He shook his head. No. They had learned already the dreams weren't real. As soon as he had realized they weren't true he had begged her forgiveness and she had finally accepted. But it had been a rough road. And now they had a whole new problem to deal with.

He heard a cough from inside and a moment later Chibi-Usa made her way out onto the balcony, rubbing her eyes. Her face was tear-streaked as well. Mamoru set down his coffee cup and picked up the child, holding her close as he walked her back inside and out of the chilly night air.

"What are you doing up?" he asked.

"I had a bad dream," she whispered, snuggling close. "My mommy was calling to me for help and I couldn't get to her."

"It'll be okay," he said, though he couldn't be certain of that. "We promised we would help you save her, and we will."

"Kay," she whispered, her breathing becoming deep and even moments later. He tucked her back into the little bed in the guest room before walking back out to the balcony for his coffee.

"What have I done?" he asked the night sky. Of course there was no answer.

The first sign of trouble had come when Usagi knocked on the door. She'd been sobbing and nearly incoherent as she'd tried to explain why she'd arrived at barely seven in the morning with nothing but a duffel bag on her shoulder and an injured face. His fists clenched at the thought of her being harmed, and he wanted to howl with rage, but it hadn't ended there.

His principal had called, only minutes after he had brought Usagi inside, to inform him that he was no longer the student body president because his lack of ethics provided a poor example to others. He was on academic probation, and was no longer allowed to tutor any students. It had hurt, but he'd said nothing, knowing he deserved it.

His boss had called less than an hour later to notify him that Usagi's father had informed him what had happened and they needed to have a serious discussion about his future. He didn't know if he would still have a job Monday after school. If he lost it, he would also be losing credits that would have gone towards college when he started in less than a year.

Then Motoki and Makoto had arrived.

Mamoru shook his head. It was an awful scene. Makoto had gone to Usagi's house that morning to find out why she hadn't shown up at the Senshi meeting, and why she wasn't answering her communicator. She had been greeted by a weeping Ikuko, who had explained that Usagi no longer lived there. She had seen Usagi's things littering the sidewalk around the trash can, many of them broken, and had called for reinforcements.

Within twenty minutes the other girls and Motoki had gathered what was salvageable of Usagi's things. They had carried them to his house, but Rei, Minako, and Ami had refused to even come to the door. They wanted nothing to do with him and weren't all that sure they wanted Usagi to even stay with him. They blamed him for what had happened. Rightfully so. He'd had a choice to do things right, and he had ignored it. He hadn't even asked her opinion.

He sighed again, wishing for a moment that he could turn back time and make a better choice. Usagi wasn't sure she would be allowed to stay in school, her friends were all furious with her, though they still loved her, and Motoki had punched him. Makoto nearly had as well, and had only stopped because Usagi had started crying when she hauled her fist back.

Her father had disowned her. The only thing he had given her as he kicked her out of the house was his mocking laughter and the permission to marry him with the comment, 'lets see if Mamoru marries you or leaves you like you deserve for being so stupid,' as she'd told him later. She had broken down then, and he had held onto her, but it was a horrible thing to watch her fall apart.

It had been only a few hours later that Chibi-Usa had appeared, pounding on the door. She hadn't wanted to stay in the Tsukino house without Usagi. Not just because it was dangerous with the Black Moon Clan after her, but because she hadn't been able to bear hearing another awful thing said about her. She had wept, clinging to Usagi, apologizing for all the times she was mean, and told her she loved her.

Luna still hadn't appeared. Usagi took that to mean the cat hated her and had been inconsolable. He wanted to contact the feline, but was afraid of her response. He had messed everything up and she was paying the price far more than he was.

How had it come to this?

Flashback

With Manami asleep, Mamoru invited Usagi into the kitchen for a cup of tea and a snack. He had been digging into the fridge to find something that would appeal to her when Usagi had let out a sharp pained cry. He turned and saw that the kettle had broken open and she had spilled boiling water down her front. Without thinking he had raced over and torn off her shirt and bra, then moved to wet a dish towel with cold water, spreading it over the reddened skin so it didn't blister.

Tears poured down her face as she bit her lip, trying to keep quiet so she didn't wake the baby. He'd only just gone down for his nap and they had learned the hard way that waking him too soon meant he was fussy for hours. He was proud that she was trying to be quiet, but he hated that she was hurt. Her face was nearly as red as the skin on her upper chest. It took him a moment to realize just what he had done, and then he too was blushing.

"Gomen," he said softly, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't tear his eyes away from the soft outer edges of her breasts, which weren't covered, or the smooth, concave, unblemished skin of her belly. She was so beautiful it was hard to breathe. He felt his pants grow uncomfortably tight, and lifted his gaze slowly to her face.

Her eyes had grown dark with some unuttered emotion. He had only recently admitted, at least to himself, that he was incredibly attracted to her. Even more recently he had realized he had formed an emotional attachment to her that might, just might, be the beginnings of love. And over the course of the past two days he had begun to feel stirrings of lust nearly every time he looked at her, especially when she was doting on the little boy they were babysitting.

Now he was faced with this. Her skin was more pale where her school blouse usually covered her, leaving her breasts and belly a milky white color. He could just see the barest hint of a nipple peeking out on one side of the towel and he bit back a groan of need. He had to go carefully. He wanted her, more than he ever remembered wanting anyone or anything in his life, but he was sure he would frighten her if he moved too quickly.

"It's alright," she whispered, the sound raspy and raw. "I uh, don't know what to do next. For a burn I mean."

"I'm going to change the towel out," he whispered. He reached for a clean one, wet it under the cold water, and very slowly pulled the old one off her chest, nearly blowing in his pants at the first sight of her dusky nipples, puckered with the chill and pointing slightly upward. The large globes of her breasts were much more than he could have imagined, hidden as they always were by her baggy uniform shirt.

All he could think about was burying himself inside her. She let out a small sound and he quickly caught himself and put the fresh towel over her. Blushing furiously, he grabbed her shirt and bra.

"I'm just going to throw these in the washer," he whispered, and hurried away, adjusting the uncomfortable bulge in his slacks. He spent a long time wondering how to wash a bra, then just threw it in with everything else. He already had a mostly full basket so it just made sense to do the whole load at once. The thought of her clothes touching his in the wash was strange, but felt good in a way he couldn't understand. Like it was supposed to be that way. Their things were supposed to mesh together.

When he finally returned to the kitchen he was in a calmer state of mind and was determined not to do anything. He reminded himself she had only just turned sixteen and had no idea what she would be getting into. He was almost eighteen and if he had his way he would strip her bare, take her hard, and she would stay with him forever.

'Am I in love with her?' he wondered.

The need to keep her close was like an ache in his chest that wouldn't go away. It occurred to him that whatever he felt about her, it was strong. It always had been, from the very first moment he had begun to tease her he had felt a connection that never disappeared. And watching her with Manami the past few days he had often pictured her pregnant with his child, his ring on her finger, her hair spread across his pillows. Perhaps it was possessive and wrong, but it was more than he had ever felt for anyone before.

He smiled at her blushing cheeks. She was holding the towel to her skin, unable to look up and meet his eyes. Her shyness and beauty pulled at him. She was so innocent, so pure, so beautiful. He wanted her. He wanted to take her, to make her his. He groaned then, unable to hold back the sound.

"Are you okay?" she asked, still looking at the floor.

It took a moment to make his vocal cords function. Unable to help himself he took a step closer to her and laid a hand on her shoulder. "I'm alright Usako," he whispered.

Her head flew up and she stared at him, eyes wide in her face with a look of hope. They shuttered almost instantly as though to keep something locked away inside. Whatever it was, he wanted it. He wanted to know all her secrets. He wanted to have all of her.

"W-what did you call me?" she asked, a smile trying to form though she was obviously working to hide it.

"Usako," he whispered, then bent to kiss her forehead.

"Do you... do you remember?" she asked.

"Remember what?"

Her eyes raced back and forth as she stared into his. "I uh... forgot," she whispered.

He was nearly certain it was a lie. She was holding something back, and he wanted it. He smirked. He knew just how to confuse her more. Without hesitation he bent and pressed his lips to her neck, just under her ear and kissed her. He suckled the soft skin and heard her moan.

"Mamo-chan," she whimpered.

Liking the sound of his name on her lips he slowly pulled the damp towel away and kissed over her shoulder, along her collarbone, and down to the hollow of her throat. She let out a moan and he hardened painfully. His hands moved slowly up her sides, across the outer edges of her soft breasts, then he lifted them, pushing them together and ran his tongue over one nipple, then the other, before blowing on them lightly.

Her hands came up and she gripped his upper arms, her tiny fingernails digging into his skin. She gasped when he put his hands on her hips and lifted her into his arms. Forgetting himself entirely, he carried her into his bedroom, his mouth busy on her neck even as he walked. He lay her across the bedspread and moved over her, holding himself up on hands and knees so he didn't crush her.

"Usako," he whispered, then lowered his head and met her mouth with his. Her little chaste kiss drove him half mad, but he knew she would willingly go further if he pushed. After all, she had a rather obvious thing for him. She had been following him around a few weeks ago, had even tried to convince him they were once together. He knew she would willingly take anything he would give her. And in that moment he decided that if she let him, he would give her everything.

Somehow, on a deeply primal level, Mamoru knew Usagi was his.

He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips and when she gasped he surged into her mouth, exploring every bit of it, savoring the sweet taste of chocolate on her tongue. He suckled it, not hard, but with a slight pressure that made her hips jerk spasmodically. Grinning he pulled away from her lips and kissed down along her chin to her neck, then across her collarbone before he wrapped his hands around her breasts again and lifted them together so he could feast.

Little panting cries filled the room. Usagi's head whipped from side to side, and her legs moved opened and closed, seemingly without her knowledge. He took advantage and settled into the space between them, sucking harder and harder on her tender little peaks, massaging the soft mounds as he did. He thought he could spend an eternity there. Something sparked in his mind and he wondered how it would feel if her breasts were swollen with milk.

He groaned, pressing his erection into the mattress to stave off his need. Then he kissed his way down her belly. Her flat, unmarked skin taunted him and he pressed his lips down and left a mark just under her ribs, claiming her, then again just over her pubic bone as his hands divested her of her skirt. He noticed a tiny, thin white scar and realized at some point she'd had her appendix removed. He kissed across the skin, glad he was the only one who could see it.

He kissed every inch of her perfect little belly, imagining what would happen if he one day gave her a child. The thought nearly made him come in his pants so he put it away and focused on what he had just revealed. Usagi hadn't said a word to stop him, and so he pressed his advantage, stripping her underwear and skirt off quickly now.

Her pubic hair was soft and blonde, though darker than what was on her head. It curled in tiny little ringlets. And below that were her glistening folds, a single bead of moisture visible to his eye. He smelled her sweet and musky scent, and let out a groan of need. Very gently he ran the tip of his finger along the crease, causing Usagi to whimper and thrash as he captured her dew.

He brought the finger up and waited until she opened her eyes and looked at him before licking it off his fingertip. Usagi gasped, her eyes widening, her lips parting, and her breath coming in little gasps that made him feel both powerful and protective. He grinned, spread her open, and plunged his tongue into her. She tasted like heaven.

The hoarse cry she gave was suddenly cut off and Mamoru lifted his head to see she had covered her face with a pillow. Grinning he went back to his work. He laved at her crevasse, then toyed with the hidden clit until it perked up before he put his mouth over the nub and sucked hard. Even through the pillow he could hear her scream. His entire body spasmed with need and he throbbed painfully. Instead of taking care of his own needs however, he pressed the tip of his finger to her and very gently, slowly pushed it into her.

More cries filled the room as he added a second finger and began working her gently while he used his mouth mercilessly against her. He could feel the beginning of the inner convulsions over his fingers and scraped his teeth over the captive pearl. Her scream, though muffled, was louder than any before it and he had to drive his groin hard into the bed to keep from exploding with her.

While she was still recovering he quickly moved off the bed and stripped his own clothing away. Then he crawled over her supine form, grinning down at her with pride. He had made her feel that way, had made her come, screaming his name into a pillow.

"I love you," he whispered.

She stared up at him, awe written across her features. "I love you too Mamo-chan."

"I need you. Need to be inside you."

She bit her lip, nearly sending him over the edge. He saw the war in her. She was afraid, but something finally drove her to nod her head. He thought for just a moment of reaching into the drawer in his nightstand for a condom, but he wanted to fill her up. Then she would be his completely and he would never let her go. He wanted her filled with his seed, and in that moment, he knew he could get away with it.

"It might hurt," he warned.

She bit her lip and nodded. "It's okay," she breathed.

He took full advantage, bending to kiss her once before he pulled back, spread her open again, and pressed inside. Her tight, wet heat was nearly his undoing. He barely controlled the urge to force himself deep all at once, having to grab the base of his shaft hard to hold off the explosion. Instead he moved a bit at a time until he met resistance, then he bent and kissed her wildly as he plunged through it.

Her cry came out in spite of the kiss and little tears trickled from the corners of her eyes towards her ears. He lay over her, panting, as he tried to control himself. He lifted his head to watch her face and saw when the pain faded. He bent and kissed her more gently this time, before pulling back and capturing her gaze with his own. Slowly he pulled out, then just as slowly pushed back inside. Usagi moaned under him and he smiled. He could give her this. He could give her everything.

There was a gentle breeze over his skin as he continued moving inside her. It almost seemed as though he could hear the tinkling of music. Light flared around them. He closed his eyes tight as heat welled up inside him, then opened them again at an image of his Usagi in a long white dress with gold trim along the bodice. He smiled. He was going to marry her. He just knew it.

With that knowledge, Mamoru stared into her eyes as he filled her again and again. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she sighed.

He saw the edges of silver and gold light, ribbons wrapping around and around them, pulling them closer together, but he was too focused on her beautiful face to pay much attention. And then something happened he didn't expect. Centered at the top of her forehead a crescent moon began to glow on her skin. Usagi gasped and lifted her hand to touch the same spot on his own forehead.

Memories came to him then, not all at once. It was like a gentle wave of them, filled with love, and pain. He knew their story, as though he had known it all along. He saw their past lives, their battle against the Negaverse, and knew there was a part of him that had been out there fighting at her side even when his memories were locked away.

"Usako!" he cried out.

Suddenly frantic with his need of her, he drove himself harder, deeper, and faster into her depths. A possessive need for her filtered through him and he dug his arms under her shoulders as he claimed her, his thrusts more aggressive as he understood how they had been torn apart. He needed her. Not just for a moment, not for a lifetime, but for eternity. He would marry her, and they would live, and love, and grow old together. They would have children and grandchildren and watch them grow.

"Mamo-chan," she cried.

He could feel her walls tightening, convulsing around him. He lost all control of his hips and thrust once, twice, and again before his body began an epic release that blinded his vision and made his mind fly to heights he had never known. He felt his seed shooting into her and groaned in triumph. She was his! Usagi was all his. Forever.

Each thrust grew smaller and smaller until he had nothing left to pour into her. He pulled his head up and stared at her wildly for a long moment before crashing their lips together and taking everything she would give. It lasted for ages, only stopped by the sudden whimper of the baby in his guest room.

Mamoru groaned as he pulled himself out of her. He gave Usagi one last kiss and promised to get Manami so she could clean up, and he hurried to wipe himself and throw his clothing back on. By the time she appeared in the living room the baby was changed and halfway through a bottle of formula.

Usagi's face was peony pink as she settled next to him on the couch. Almost instantly the little red-haired boy reached out for her, his bottle clutched tightly in one hand as he gripped the shirt she was wearing, which she must have pulled from his drawer because it was one of his, with the Moto-Azabu logo emblazoned across the front.

"Hi Manami," Usagi said, burying her red face in his neck. "Did you have a good nap?" The baby smiled at her around the bottle's nipple, still guzzling his milk. He reached up and grabbed a clump of her hair and rested his head on her breast.

"How are the burns?" Mamoru asked, blushing as he realized he had forgotten about them completely.

"They're okay. I heal pretty quickly," she reminded him.

"I'll be right back." He hurried out and changed the laundry over to the drier, then rushed back in, even that short time away from her too much to bear. As he settled onto the couch again, he hauled her and the baby both into his lap. "Stay here tonight," he begged.

"Mamo-chan..." she started.

"No, please. I've only just remembered and I have so much to talk to you about. Can't one of the girls cover for you?"

She bit her lip indecisively. He knew he was asking a lot from her. It was a school night, and they had just made rather passionate love, but he didn't think he could handle her leaving. If she did have to go, he would probably transform and sneak in through her window as soon as her parents went to sleep.

"Let me ask Minako if she can cover for me, and then I'll call my parents."

He waited as she informed Minako of his memory returning, smiling as the other blonde squealed happily. Then Usagi told her of his request. He heard the slight hesitation in her friend's voice before she agreed, but she did agree. He sighed in relief and grabbed the cordless phone, handing it to Usagi so she could call her mother. Within moments permission had been granted for her to stay with Minako as long as she was at school in time the next morning.

They had stayed up talking and caring for the baby all evening and made love through most of the night. Manami had returned to his mother the following afternoon, but Mamoru still asked Usagi to come to his apartment every day, and if she couldn't come to him he found ways to go to her. Sneaking into her bedroom, pulling her into the storage area at the Crown, even transforming and making love on the rooftops of Tokyo.

End Flashback

That had been nearly four months ago.

Mamoru sighed, pouring the rest of his now cold coffee into the sink and headed for bed. In the morning, perhaps things would look brighter. Maybe they would find that her father wasn't really as angry as she'd thought, though based on the number of people in Mamoru's life he had called, he doubted it. The man had contacted his high school, his work, even the lawyer that was his guardian until he turned twenty. It was probably a good idea to sleep with one eye open until the man calmed down.

Though Mamoru was horribly angry at Kenji for hitting Usagi, she wanted him to love her, wanted her father in her life. He would do what he could to make that happen, though it terrified him. Climbing into the bed, he took a look at the girl he loved, and wished he hadn't brought her so much pain.

He curled himself around Usagi, who snuggled in against him, and placed his hand over the slight bulge of her middle. That was his baby in there. His son or daughter. His child. He pressed his face into Usagi's hair, smelling the lavender scent she had switched to a few months before. He would need to have Makoto or Motoki come over to stay with her and Chibi-Usa while he snuck out to the jewelry store. He didn't want either of them left alone. Not until he was sure they were alright.

It wasn't exactly the way he had planned it, but they were going to be married as soon as he could manage things. Her father might have tossed the permission in her face, but he wasn't planning on letting it go to waste. He was never letting her go again. She was precious to him. More important than any other person ever had been before. First thing in the morning he would get the paperwork started, and buy the rings. Then he would marry his Usako.

He kissed the nape of her neck and sighed as sleep overtook him.

*** Usagi ***

Usagi lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling. She didn't have the will to get up and start her day. The bruise on her face might be nearly gone, thanks to her Senshi healing and the power of the Silver Crystal, but her heart still ached. The past few months had been hell, and Usagi had barely made it through with her sanity intact.

When her memories had been returned she had been so happy, realizing she and the others had all survived the final battle with Metalia. Until she had realized no one else remembered. Getting the other Senshi back had helped, but Mamoru hadn't remembered until that day when they'd... Even as sad as she felt now a blush crept over her cheeks at the memory. She had been nervous and unsure about taking that step, but some part of her had leapt at the chance to be with her Mamo-chan, even if it was only once.

And it had been beautiful, wonderful, incredible.

She had been stupid not to realize that she could get pregnant. Mamoru always took such care of her that she didn't even consider it. She'd made the assumption that he was going to protect her from pregnancy the same way he did from the monsters as Tuxedo Kamen. She was never leaving it entirely in his hands again.

After they had been together, and Mamoru had remembered their past, everything had happened quickly. Together they'd helped the Makai tree, and healed Ail and An. They had all been so happy, celebrating and congratulating each other. It had been a short period of blissful happiness in the window before hell broke loose again.

Only a few weeks after the Makai tree was healed, Chibi-Usa had appeared and the Droids and their masters soon after. Battle after battle she had fought side by side with her masked hero. They had gone shopping together, eaten meals together, studied together. And as often as he could, Mamoru had convinced her to make love with him.

She'd had no idea he was planning on ending things with her. No clue that he was about to tear her heart right out of her chest.

When that day came Usagi had been in a particularly good mood, skipping happily to meet him. She'd wanted to surprise him and had gotten him a beautiful picture frame for a photo they'd taken together. And then he'd broken up with her, had told her he didn't love her anymore, and that he was only with her because she was the princess. She hadn't been able to believe it. Even as he spoke she could feel his love for her, but he claimed it was all in her head and had asked her to leave and not return.

The downward spiral had started then. Usagi's school work suffered, her Senshi duties suffered, her heart broke every time she saw him, and she fell into a well of despair. The girls had tried to help, but they couldn't figure out what to do. They'd attempted to set her up on a date with someone else, tried to tell her the pain would end, and had listened to her weeping with comforting arms. She didn't want anyone else, but the way they all stood by her had helped.

It hadn't been until over a month into the breakup that she'd discovered her pregnancy. For weeks she had kept it a secret. Weeks when she had been miserable and alone, wondering what she would do when her parents discovered it. She'd been terrified to go into battle, which had only made her performance worse. Rei had pulled her aside after one particularly nasty droid had almost taken her head, until Tuxedo Kamen had swooped in to save her, and had begged Usagi to tell her what was wrong. But she couldn't. She'd known then she would have to face Mamoru.

But when she'd gone to his apartment Mamoru had been screaming. She'd unlocked the door with the key he had forgotten to take back and had rushed into his bedroom, to hear him pleading in his sleep for someone not to hurt... her. She had shaken him awake and forced him to tell her what was wrong. Forced him to finally tell her the truth. She'd simply refused to leave until he told her everything.

He had begged her to understand why they couldn't be together. Begged her to understand that it was only because he loved her so much that he'd had to break her heart. Usagi had nearly slapped him, but instead she had knelt, weeping, at the side of his bed and told him she still loved him, and that she was carrying his child. His shock had broken through what all her words about the enemy had not. They were meant to be together. He had come to her then, pleading for her to forgive him for not coming to her and telling her about the dreams.

And Usagi had forgiven him. Always she would forgive him, because he was the other half of her soul. But that didn't erase the pain and hurt that he had caused. And after what had happened the morning before, Usagi wasn't sure what was to become of her. She had come to Mamoru then, hoping for comfort. He had brought her inside and told her he loved her, that he would protect her, and that he would always be there for her.

When she'd woken this morning, he was gone. She didn't know where he was, but it was Makoto in the kitchen, humming away while she made pancakes for Chibi-Usa. Makoto said he'd only run out for a small errand, but that had been over an hour ago, and Mamoru still hadn't returned. Was he coming back? Or was taking on a pregnant girlfriend too much for him?

She wished she could call her mother, but after the scene in her living room... Usagi didn't want to think about it, but the memory came rushing back.

Flashback

Usagi wasn't feeling well when she crawled out of bed. For several weeks she had been dealing with extreme nausea in the mornings. She didn't like it, but there was nothing she could do about it. And today she needed to look calm and put together. Today she was going to talk to her mother about the baby. She gulped down the bile that rose in her throat and hurried to the bathroom. Unfortunately, she'd been sick.

After a shower and brushing her teeth, Usagi had made her way downstairs to find both her parents in the living room. Her mother had been humming under her breath, watering plants. Her father had been pouring over a competitor's newspaper. He had recently been made an editor at the paper he worked for and was always wondering what the competition was doing and how he could improve.

She'd deliberately chosen a day when her brother and cousin were both out of the house, having spent the night with friends, and Chibi-Usa was with Rei. She gulped as she realized what she was about to do. Maybe she should wait and call Mamoru over. Maybe it would be better if he was with her. She shook her head. Her father might kill him before he listened to reason. She couldn't take the chance.

Taking a deep breath, Usagi sat on the chair next to the couch. "Mom, dad, could I talk to you for a minute?" she asked.

Her mother had settled onto the couch next to her husband, snatching the paper away so he would pay attention. "What is it dear? You didn't fail another test did you? You've been doing so well these last few weeks since you and Mamoru-kun got back together."

Usagi gulped. Both her parents liked Mamoru. They said he was a good influence on her. During their break-up her grades had been atrocious and they were glad they'd gotten back together. Now she wasn't sure what they would think.

"Um, no, I didn't fail a test," she answered, feeling guilty.

"Then what is it?" her dad asked, leaning forward. His brow was furrowed and he looked worried now.

"I'm pregnant," she mumbled, then realizing neither of them had actually heard her words, she cleared her throat and tried again. "I'm pregnant."

Silence. Absolute silence had filled the room for what seemed an eternity. She'd watched from under her lashes as her mother sat, mouth agape, staring at her in horror. Her father's face had turned red, and then purple. His fists clenched and unclenched, then he had stood up so suddenly it had terrified Usagi. A second later she'd felt his hand connect with her cheek and had gasped in shock and pain. Never before, in her entire life, had either of her parents hit her.

Tears sprang up and she'd stared at him in disbelief. "Daddy?" she whispered.

"Don't you dare!" her father shouted. "Don't you dare call me daddy like it will fix everything! You've ruined your life!"

"But dadd-"

"No!" Kenji had shouted. "No. Don't call me that!"

"What?" Usagi was shocked and terrified.

Her father had stormed out of the room and Usagi looked helplessly to her mother. She didn't know what to do. "Mom?"

Ikuko sighed. "You've made your own bed Usagi-chan." She shook her head sadly. "I just hope Mamoru does the right thing. He walked away from you once before."

Usagi gasped in fear and pain and watched as her mother stood, looking ready to leave the room. Her father stormed up the stairs and returned just under a minute later with Usagi's duffle bag and a sheet of paper. "Get out of my house," he'd ordered. He thrust the paper into her hand. "This is our permission to get married. Now lets see if Mamoru marries you, or leaves you like you deserve for being so stupid."

"Daddy no!" Usagi shouted.

"You are not my daughter anymore!" he'd screamed. "Get out of this house!"

Usagi had looked to her mother, desperate for her to step in and fix things, but Ikuko had only shaken her head. "You'd better go Usagi," she had said.

In complete and utter shock, Usagi stood, taking the duffel bag and the paper, and had gone to the genkan to put on her shoes. Looking back at her enraged father, she tried one last time. "Please," she whispered, tears streaking her cheeks. "Please don't send me away."

"You bring nothing but shame," Kenji said, then turned his back on her.

Weeping, Usagi tore open the door, hitched the duffel bag over her shoulder, and walked out, her entire body shaking with the force of her sobs.

Swiping at the tears that had fallen while she remembered, Usagi got up carefully, hoping she didn't get sick again, and went out to the kitchen.

"Feeling better?" Makoto asked.

"Hai." Usagi didn't really feel any better. But it was easier to lie.

"Mamoru will be back in a few minutes," Makoto said.

"Where did he go?" she asked.

"He didn't tell me. He only said it was important. Motoki went with him though."

Usagi sighed in relief. If he was with Motoki then he wasn't leaving her. She wanted to trust him, but after the break up it was hard not to doubt his love. Those words he'd said had eaten away at everything inside her. She'd begun to believe after a while, that he didn't really love her. That he didn't want her. That she was nothing more than a burden to him.

"He loves you," Chibi-Usa said around a mouthful of pancake. "Lots and lots."

Usagi stared at the little girl. It was odd how much she had changed since coming to Mamoru's apartment the day before. She'd cried all over Usagi, apologizing over and over for being mean and had begged to stay with them. And ever since she had been following Usagi around instead of Mamoru. It was still a little odd to her. She would have to get used to the changes.

"I know," she said, though she didn't truly believe. Not fully. After her own parents had turned her away, how could Mamoru want to be with her? She felt like her world was fracturing and she was so very angry about it. Her father had deliberately set out to try and destroy Mamoru the day before. She wouldn't be remotely surprised if the man tried to write an article about him. She wished she could have talked to him a bit more, calmed him down, but he had been so enraged.

The apartment door opened and Usagi heard Motoki laughing and Mamoru speaking quietly, though she couldn't make out his words. She let out a sigh of relief. Part of her had not believed he would come back, even with Makoto's reassurances.

"I brought company," Mamoru said softly.

Usagi stared as her brother and cousin came in, followed a moment later by a glaring Ami who was holding the Mercury computer in her hand. She sent a death glare at Mamoru and walked around the others to get to Usagi. After a brief hug, Ami stood back and opened the mini-computer, pointing it at Usagi. She made a noise in her throat and sent another angry look at Mamoru.

"Come with me," Ami said, dragging Usagi away from the table. She looked helplessly back and Mamoru and the others, but none of them moved. Ami pulled her into the bedroom, closed the door, and leaned against it with a heavy sigh.

"What's wrong Ami?" Usagi asked, worried.

"I'm trying, really hard, to forgive him," Ami whispered. "Not for his sake, but for yours."

"Ami..." Usagi wasn't sure what to say.

"Don't Usagi. I was there when you told us girls what happened the night you were watching Manami. I heard it all. I know he pushed, using what had happened as an excuse. And I know he should have been protecting you."

"I wanted him," Usagi argued.

"But you weren't ready and he knew it," Ami hissed. "We all saw how guilty he looked after. Now I know why. I wouldn't be surprised if he put those babies in you deliberately."

Usagi sat heavily on the edge of the bed. "Did you say babies?" she asked.

Ami blanched. Then she held up the Mercury computer. "Yes. Babies." She handed the tiny machine to Usagi, showing her the scan she had taken a few minutes before. "A boy and a girl. The boy looks to have more Earth blood while the girl seems more Lunarian."

"Twins?" Usagi whispered. "What am I going to do Ami? It's bad enough having one baby at sixteen, but two?"

Ami sighed. "I'm pretty sure at this point that Mamoru will be thrilled with the news," she said. Then she shook her head. "But I will be watching him! If he pulls any more stupid stunts like this..." she trailed off shaking her fist.

Usagi was still in shock however. First, seeing Ami truly angry was rare. And being told she was having twins...

Ami calmed herself visibly. "I know Mamoru wants to talk to you, but I'll be right in the other room if you need me, okay?"

Nodding her head, Usagi swallowed heavily. She watched Ami leave the room and sat staring at the door, feeling more overwhelmed than she could ever remember. A minute later Mamoru was kneeling in front of her. He'd spread her legs open a little bit and had his elbows resting on her thighs. She stared down at him, worried about how she was going to tell him the newest information.

"Two," she whispered.

"Two?" Mamoru asked, sounding confused.

"Two babies."

"Two?" he seemed excited. "Twins?"

"Hai. Ami says a boy and a girl."

"Wow," Mamoru breathed. He shook himself. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Usagi shrugged. She wasn't sure how she felt. Everything seemed to be coming to her mind through a long funnel and it was taking an eternity to process simple information.

"Usako, breathe," Mamoru warned.

Taking a deep breath, she shook herself and focused on him. "Sorry, what?"

Mamoru blushed. "This isn't how I pictured this," he said, his voice soft. "I had this whole thing going in my mind about asking you at Tokyo Tower. I don't know, I guess maybe because it was when I realized I was in love with you rather than Sailor Moon." He shrugged.

Usagi wasn't certain what he was talking about. She raised an eyebrow in question.

"Usako, I love you. Not because of who you were in your last life, and not because of your super-hero self. I love you because you're you. Sweet, funny, wild. I love the girl who yells at me when I'm being a baka and who steals all my chocolate and who drives me nearly crazy with crazy ideas about decorating my apartment. I love absolutely everything about you. I know it's early and that you're really overwhelmed, but your father gave you permission and I want to marry you before he changes his mind. I want you to be my wife Usako. Please?"

Shock mixed with her love for him. He wasn't abandoning her, even knowing about the twins. He really did love her. She smiled and nodded her head. "Of course I'll marry you Mamo-chan," she whispered.

"Today?" he asked.

Crying now, Usagi only nodded again. Mamoru threw his arms around her, hugging her close, then pulled back and opened a little grey box, pulling out a set of rings. "This is in three parts," Mamoru told her. "There's the engagement ring and that fits between these other two, see?" Usagi nodded. The engagement ring was a silver band with a pink diamond shaped into a heart. It was circled by smaller diamonds.

"And this part is the wedding band," Mamoru explained. Showing her the piece that had a tiny rose made from ruby and a little crescent moon made from what appeared to be moonstone. "I actually had Naru's mother working on this for me," he admitted. "And this." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a larger wedding band, obviously meant to be worn by a man. On the inside his name and hers were engraved into the silver and gold metal.

"Wait, when were you going to ask me?" Usagi asked, curious.

Mamoru blushed. "I don't know. Soon. I was going to talk to your dad first, but..." he trailed off when Usagi shuddered. "I'm really sorry about the way things happened Usagi. I'm really upset that your dad hit you. I wish you'd waited for me to go with you. I would have proposed first so you could show them the rings."

Usagi shook her head, knowing that wouldn't have made a bit of difference to her father.

"Alright, lets go tell the others and then we can get to the courthouse. I arranged a time with one of the judges." He bent and scooped her into his arms, carrying her bridal style. "One day it will all be okay Usako. Maybe not today, but one day."

They took the paperwork from her father and his own guardian to the courthouse that afternoon. Her friends came, as did Motoki and Chibi-Usa. As they walked up the steps two unfamiliar people approached them. The moment she saw them Usagi started to cry and raced into the woman's arms.

"Luna," she wept. "Oh Luna, I'm so sorry I let you down."

"It's okay Usagi-chan," came a familiar voice. "This changes things perhaps, but you didn't let me down."

Mamoru blinked. He had never seen the cats in human form before. Luna had thick, black, wavy hair pulled partly up in the same buns Usagi wore, only there were two buns on each side and most of her long hair was down. She had vividly bright red eyes shimmering with tears. Artemis had shoulder length white hair and blue eyes that held a hint of anger whenever they rested on Mamoru, but only love and sympathy when he looked at Usagi.

Chibi-Usa stood watching from the side of the walkway, looking awkward and sad. Artemis reached out and picked her up, holding her close and whispering something to her. She nodded her head and giggled. A moment later she was holding a tiny pink basket filled with flower petals. Mamoru smiled. It wasn't much, but at least Usagi would have her friends, and a flower girl.

"Is it alright if I give you away?" Shingo asked, looking a bit shy. "I mean, I know I'm not dad or anything, but you're my sister."

"Shingo!" Usagi wailed, hugging him so hard Mamoru wondered if the boy could even breathe. She reached out and grabbed onto Haruki too. "I'm so glad you both are with me," she said, still sobbing.

"Calm down Usagi-chan," Minako said sternly. "We have to get you dressed and ready. Luna, just this once?"

The woman with black hair nodded, smiling. "I suppose it won't hurt, but remember to be careful how you word things."

"We will!" Minako screamed. Then she took hold of Usagi in one hand, Naru in the other, and demanded the other girls follow her. "To the bathroom!" she yelled.

Mamoru sighed, wishing they could stay together. But he figured they were going to use the Luna pen to change their clothing. He had it much easier, considering he always had a tuxedo. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.

He had done something terrible and it almost felt like he was being rewarded while Usagi was forced to suffer. He'd gotten everything he had ever wanted, Usagi and children. Meanwhile her own parents had turned against her. She might not be allowed to continue school, and her entire plan for the future was changed.

Artemis came over to him, watching as the last of the girls made their way inside the building. The man sighed, squeezing his fingers to either side of his nose and looked him right in the eyes. "If you hadn't proposed to Usagi," he started, staring him down," Minako wouldn't have been able to stop me tearing you limb from limb. It took her and Luna both to calm me last night, which meant Luna couldn't be with Usagi. Which meant Usagi was even more sad. So I'm going to say this to you once, and you had better remember it for the rest of your life."

Mamoru nodded his head, listening intently.

"If you treat Usagi-chan well, love and respect her, and make her happy then you and I will have no problems. I'll even support your stupid cause for a baker's dozen, so long as she is over eighteen before you try again." Mamoru blushed. Apparently Motoki had told the cat what he'd said. Artemis glared at him. "But if you ever make her suffer through another stupid break-up or push her into doing something she isn't ready for again I will hunt you down and make sure you never have another child. Cats have claws, remember?"

Mamoru gulped and nodded. He didn't think for one second that Artemis was joking. The cat had been in charge of young girls for a long time. He was an overprotective father-figure for the girls and would do exactly as he said.

"I won't ever hurt her again."

"Oh I'm sure that's not true," Artemis answered, calmer now. "We all make mistakes and you'll make plenty more. But keep in mind that as a husband her needs always come before your own and you'll do alright. It's how I try to be with my Luna. I would give anything to make her happy."

The next hour went by so fast Mamoru was surprised he didn't have whiplash. Before he knew it he and Usagi were standing in front of the judge speaking their vows. Chibi-Usa was circling around them, throwing her flower petals everywhere. Naru was weeping uncontrollably while Umino patted her back. Motoki was thrilled to hand over the rings. The others went back and forth between smiling at Usagi and giving him dangerous looks filled with unspoken warning.

The next thing he knew they were all leaving the courthouse and walking to the arcade. He had his arm wrapped around Usagi's waist and couldn't stop checking the new wedding band on his left ring finger. He was married! Usagi was his wife!

Their friends dragged them into the arcade, though all Mamoru wanted to do was bring his new wife home and show her how much he loved her. His WIFE! He was so happy it was hard to breathe.

"I don't understand how you hid it for so long," Ami was saying as they slid into a booth at the Crown.

"Yeah Odango," Rei chimed in. "We all know you can't lie."

"I didn't," Usagi admitted. "I honestly had no idea. During the break up I lost a bunch of weight and I assumed I was just sick because I was sad. You remember how I got when he was taken by the dark kingdom, and then when he didn't remember me. And then Chibi-Usa was attacked by the new enemies and it was really all I could think about. I even bled a couple of times, just not as much as normal. I had no clue. I didn't find out until a little before Mamo-chan and I got back together."

"I should have been running scans," Ami said, looking guilty.

Usagi reached out and put a hand on her arm. "It wasn't your responsibility to do that. It was mine to make sure it didn't happen."

Mamoru cleared his throat. "It was my responsibility," he argued. "I love you more than I ever imagined was possible, and I let myself get caught up when I should have been protecting you. I just wish I could make it better."

Usagi bit her lip and leaned against him. "We can share the blame for the way it happened, and we can share the joys and everything else too," she said after a long moment. "I know this isn't the way we wanted any of this to go, but I can't be sorry about the little ones."

"Ones?" Makoto questioned. Apparently Ami hadn't told the others.

"Two of them," Usagi explained. "A boy and a girl."

Chibi-Usa was uncharacteristically quiet as she sat at the end of the table in a chair Motoki had pulled up for her. She had hardly strayed from Usagi's side since she'd learned she was pregnant, and Mamoru had to wonder just what was going through her head. The pink-haired girl had once been a rather large thorn to Usagi, but her entire attitude had changed and while it was nice that she was being sweet, he rather missed the crazy attitude.

"What's wrong Chibi-Usa?" he asked.

The little one looked up at him with the biggest smile he had ever seen and reached out to press her hand over Usagi's belly. "Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect now," she said, her voice so soft he had to wonder if he was hearing her correctly. "Sometimes," she continued, "the best things happen because people did something wrong. Like when I took something of my mommy's that I shouldn't have, and she got hurt, I felt really bad. Then Auntie Puu sent me to you. I know I came too early, and it made things different. But even though lots and lots of things have changed, it's all better too because I got to meet all of you and some things have gotten so much better."

"What do you mean?" Rei asked, a strange look on her face as she stared at the girl who seemed fascinated by Usagi's tummy.

"Auntie Puu says time is fluent," Chibi-Usa began.

Ami interrupted. "I think you mean time is fluid."

"Yeah, that," she smiled over at Ami, then looked back at Usagi's belly. "And my coming here made things happen different than they would have. Maybe I should be mad about it, but I'm not. I'm happy about it." She paused and looked up at him, and Mamoru found a wealth of wisdom in her eyes he had never expected. "You said you destroyed her life," she said softly, "but you rebuilt it too. Not just hers, but mine."

"Oh Kami," Rei breathed, looking back and forth between Usagi and Chibi-Usa, who smiled beatifically.

"What?" Minako asked, looking a bit nervous.

Rei leaned over and whispered in her ear. Then Minako jumped up from the booth, scrambled over Makoto's lap and raced to give the pink-haired girl a hug. "Really?" she asked.

Chibi-Usa nodded.

Mamoru frowned. He didn't understand what was happening, and that didn't sit well with him. He needed to understand. Rei was whispering to Ami and Makoto across the table while Minako squealed too loudly for him to hear a word.

Usagi was oddly silent. She stared at the pink-haired princess with her cerulean eyes opened wide, looking startled. Then Mamoru noticed tears streaking down her cheeks before she reached out and plucked the girl from her seat and clung to her. Leaning closer to Mamoru, she whispered, "Chibi-Usagi."

It was as though the world lit up around him. The sun seemed to shine a bit brighter, the birds sang louder, the laughter from the girls rang like bells. His heart expanded and he just smiled and clung to his wife and daughter.

Chibi-Usa grinned. "I have whole bunches of new memories now," she explained. "I was an only child, but not anymore. Maybe it was cause I came too soon. I was supposed to show up after the Makai tree was already healed. But I didn't. I came before, and now everything is different, but it's better too."

She leaned in and whispered for their ears alone, "and you gots to find the Shitennou. They don't have their memories yet but you can find them now and then I can have lots of friends for me and Chibi-Mamo and our brothers and sisters."

"I don't understand," Usagi said, "but I promise I'll find them."

"No," Mamoru argued. "We will find them."

Perhaps Chibi-Usa was right, he thought as he stared around the group of laughing girls. Perhaps even though he had destroyed her life, he had rebuilt it too. Perhaps things would be better now, or perhaps more difficult, but looking at the joy on his new wife's face, he couldn't imagine anything that would dim the look of love and happiness. And he could picture every moment of their future if he tried. Filled with laughter and love, babies and friends. It looked good to him.

"Thirteen," he whispered.

"What?" Usagi asked, looking confused.

"We're having thirteen."

"Thirteen what?"

"Kids."

"Uh. No. Not unless you figure out how to take on labor for me," Usagi said with a laugh. "Two or three is enough thank you."

"Thirteen."

"Four."

"Thirteen."

Usagi shook her head, obviously exasperated. But she didn't argue again. He knew she was resolved to change his mind later, but somehow he knew he was right. Eventually they would have thirteen children. He just knew it. He smiled at her, loving the way her eyes sparkled with happiness, and looked around the room. So many people he loved were there. How had he gotten so lucky?

There was still work to be done. Mamoru was resolved to talk to Kenji. He would find a way to get Usagi her parents back. She didn't deserve to suffer while he was so happy. He would make things right, somehow.

I know I left a lot unresolved in this story, but considering the theme, I thought that was sort of perfect.

Author's Soapbox Talk: If you happen to still be a teenager and are reading this fic (and I know some of you are), I ask you to take the lesson for what it is. Girls, never assume the guy is going to take care of things. Guys, never assume you won't be involved if something does happen. And all of you consider that pregnancy isn't the only possible consequence to having unprotected intercourse. Not only emotional or familial consequences like in this story. There are STD's. So please be careful and wrap it!

Sex can be a wonderful thing, and in some cases it does help a relationship progress, but carefully consider what it means to your future if something happens. As a girl who was a teenage mother, who was kicked out of her house, who was turned on by her friends, and who ended up in a group home with an infant, I implore you. Think before you act.

Also, please remember, my Lemon fics are just for fun. They aren't meant to be taken as advice, because in some of them Mamoru isn't exactly the best behaved young man on the planet. Remember that consent should be given verbally, and that either party should be allowed to stop what is happening at any point. I like Mamoru to be slightly more the aggressor in my stories, but consider they have a Soul-Bond so he can sense what she wants/needs (and if she really wanted to stop him, she's Sailor Fricken Moon and could do so, which has always been a factor in my one shots).

I use MANGA AGES, because if someone in college is trying to sleep with you while you are in middle school, it is NOT okay. It isn't an even relationship. Until you are equals, sex shouldn't be a factor. Teachers shouldn't be dating students, bosses shouldn't be dating employees. Things like that make for a big mess, and usually whoever is younger or in a subordinate position feels some sort of pressure to do what they're told, whether they say something or not.

My husband says I should probably stop there because I could go on for pages, but it had to be said because, lets face it, parents don't get involved the way they used to, and school counselors aren't always willing to say it like it is. Be happy, be safe, be careful.