' ...Takishiido-miraaju...Hanabira-no arashi dakishimete yasashite

Zutto-zutto kienai-de

Takishiido-miraaju '

"Aw, it's such a wonderful song, folks, sung by no one else but the lovely crew of „Peach Hips". To all the lovebirds out there, I hope you spent a pleasant night and look forward to this bright sunny day in the cruel hectic of Tokyo. This is Jack Dyte from Tokyo Radio FM No. 10 and I wish you all to have such a Tuxedo Mirage one day as mentioned in this special song."

Half asleep Mamoru switched off the radio function of his alarm.

This time it was different.

Mamoru woke up without any mysterious hint or something that it had only been a dream of him. The only evidence that everything which happened last night had only taken place in his mind was, that he woke up alone in his bed.

He blinked, blinded by the sunlight which was coming into his bedroom by the half set down blinds and let his eyes wander to the other side of his bed. Of course it was empty, but he'd wished to have found her lying next to him. His sweet and not so innocent wife.

"Wait a minute!" Mamoru started to shake his head vehemently since the happenings of his dream slowly faded away and started to make place for reality. "This is not real!!!"

He got up and turned his gaze to the ceiling.

"This is nothing but an illusion! She is not real! This situation doesn't exist at all! I am neither married, nor she is my girlfriend." The next sentence he was screaming almost hysterically

"She can't even stand me in real life !!!!!!"

He must have gone insane when the happenings of the evening before flashed back into his so confused mind.

Instead of processing everything, Mamoru ignored this mind blowing dream he just had, got up and stepped into his kitchen. An ice cold bottle of water was exactly what he needed, but instead of drinking, he splashed its content over his head and into his face.

While the cold liquid ran down his neck and soaked his black shirt, he let a hand running through his cold, dark hair, put on a serious face and declared to the void

"Right. I will not regret anything which happened yesterday. Neither in reality, nor in my dreams but this has to come to an end! I want to know who I really am. Before I don't know this, I cannot do anything else. Neither in my dreams, nor in reality."

It was a wonderful, sunny morning which had all the possibilities to end up into a great day. He took a shower, not too cold and not too hot. While he stood in front of his wardrobe, Mamoru decided for the three pastel colors shirt and the matching pair of light grey chino trousers which he indeed had bought after he had dreamed of it.

When he was on his way to the library, Mamoru was in a quite good mood. Something had changed although he tried desperately to ignore the facts of last night, he was somehow pleased and felt great, balanced, calmed.

It was easy to read through any single part of the inner ear. No comparison to last week when he was desperately trying to clear up his head by running, motorcycling or taking uncountable showers.

Time flew by on that day and he looked forward to visit Motoki in the arcade. He didn't care if a certain Odango Atama would be there, too.

No, no no no. Nada. Not at all.

Thirty seconds had past since he had his last glance at his watch. Nothing. Not even a single strand of blonde hair in sight. She wouldn't show up.

Mamoru was about to give up and ready to go back at home when a familiar pigtailed silhouette appeared behind the closed doors of the arcade.

He jumped backwards and managed to hide behind one of the arcade machines just in time. Trembling like hell, he awaited her arrival in his kind of hiding place.

'I am sooo stupid. Why am I afraid to see her anyway? This is not dream-Usagi. She doesn't know anything of what happened last night. How could she? Oh my God, I'm a total freak.'

He didn't have any further time to torture himself for having slept with her in his dream, since the blonde middle school girl had entered the arcade and was obviously interested in talking to his best friend who was actually slightly distracted by showing the Sailor V game to an attractive female customer.

Usagi seemed to be quite upset while she was watching this scene since she pouted and was - oddly enough - talking to herself.

'This is just Usagi. I can do this, I'll treat her like I normally do, as if nothing had happened at all. I can do this, it's just her, I CAN DO THIS! It's time for the Chiba-Poker Face!'

While he was thinking this, Mamoru stepped bravely out of his hiding and sneaked directly behind her. She seemed to sense him as she suddenly turned around and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Oi Motoki! Don't you recognize Odango Atama? You mustn't neglect her!"

His words turned Usagi's face into the deepest degree of ripeness of a tomato. Panicked, she tried to pretend with her hands that she wasn't jealous in any way.

"Wahhh, Motoki! Don't listen to him!"

Motoki was obviously clueless of what was going on when he came over to her and greeted her kindly.

"Sorry Usagi, I didn't see you at all. Anything I can help you with?"

"Yes indeed, there is something I need your advice about."

The sandblonde bartender was slightly surprised by her unexpected reply but wanted to hear her problems.

"Sure, shall we have a cup of tea?"

Before Usagi was able to agree to Motoki's invitation, Mamoru stepped into the conversation.

"I'll come with you, I don't have anything better to do."

His mind had a slightly different interpretation as to why he wanted to accompany his best friend and his actually antagonized friend.

'What kind of problem does she have? And why do I want to know it anyway? Why am I torturing myself so much????? Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I turned into a complete BAKA and I am a total jealous freak.'

The three made their way upstairs to the rooms of the fruit parlor which had been attached to the game crown center recently. While the two men took a seat in a booth, Usagi decided to sit at the opposite side, close to the window where she was able to look down at the busy streets of Azabu-Juban.

She sighed deeply and contrary to her normal behavior she was really worried and sad about something. When the waitress appeared with two cups of coffee and a soda for the blonde girl, Usagi started to tell what was lying on her mind.

"It's because of my friend Naru. She fell in love with a sort of creepy guy but she doesn't know that he is that bad."

By her words, Mamoru remembered the tall man who had danced with the red haired girl at the embassy. From his point of view, Naru did make the impression that she was adoring this strange bloke whose eyes had been hidden by a mask.

"What shall I do? I cannot let her go out with him but if I tell her the truth she'd probably very angry with me?"

Motoki frowned and with a serious face he hurried to say

"Perhaps you should have a look at the development in the first place before you do anything."

'What? Did Motoki really say this to her? If Usagi says he is bad then he IS bad! Come on Motoki, you behave like a douche here. Tell her the truth and help her!'

Mamoru quickly decided to finish his inner tirade and interfered the awkward ambience by clashing his cup on the saucer.

"Not at all! You should be brave enough and tell her the truth!"

He could see that something was working between the two Odangos and her face immediately lightened up when Motoki decided to defend Mamoru's suggestion.

'I also should be honest here, as well. In front me, there is a wonderful girl sitting who is deeply worried about her best friend. She really has a great heart and cares for the ones she loves. Regardless what we have done in my dreams, in reality everything is about to change from former verbal battles to something like a kind of friendship. I don't want to give up on this opportunity to being with her. This is just the start.'

Mamoru had realized those things in the moment when he heard her ordering amounts of food for at least five people. Strangely enough it made him chuckle.

'Neither of my dreams can let her have this perfect as she is in reality. For me.'

After Usagi had inhaled at least half of the ordered food, she excused herself and ran straight to her best friend. Motoki had decided to take over a shift from one of his employees since Reika had called and had postponed their date again, so Mamoru decided to go back to his place and think about what he would do in his dream later.

It was out of question that he would dream of Usagi again tonight.