So here's the 3rd chapter, hope you enjoy it.
Again, I don't own Sailor Moon or any of the characters.
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Usagi pressed her ear on the closed kitchen door. Her parents were having an argument about something.
"Kenji, calm down."
"Calm down!?" He was shouting. "How do you expect me to calm down, when my daughter is going to be drawing pictures for a living!?"
"Sweetheart—"
"No. Listen to me Ikuko I will not allow my daughter to throw her life away over some hobby of hers while all her friends are moving forward with their lives . I mean do you honestly believe Chiba-san, a doctor to be, is going to stay glued to a girl with childish dreams?"
"Mamoru-kun loves Usagi—"
"Be realistic Ikuko. This isn't some fairytale where the princess meets her prince and they live happily ever after. The minute he starts his residency he'll be meeting women at his academic level. Hell, I'm surprised he hasn't left her already."
"Kenji!"
"Usagi needs to grow up and face reality."
She heard her mother sigh.
"This is probably just a phase Kenji, remember how you started college, you were so convinced you wanted to become a freelance photographer. Once you saw nothing good would come of it you switched to something more practical… sweetie, just give her time. She needs to figure this out on her own. Let's just be content she was able to get into school."
Usagi felt her heart break. 'Is that what her parents really thought about her?' 'Did her friends think the same?' 'Did Mamoru?'
Not able to bear the pain any longer Usagi left her house quietly and went to the only place that could bring her comfort, the lake. She didn't remember how she got there, or how long she stayed there. Usagi didn't even realize when she stopped crying, only feeling the dry sticky feeling you get after crying.
Remembering that night brought more tears. Usagi's mother had prepared a special dinner to celebrate her scholarship. Usagi was just happy all her friends were able to join her on this special occasion, even Mamoru was able to stop by after he was done with his internship hours for the day.
For Usagi that night wasn't about her scholarship, it was about starting another chapter in their lives. High school graduation was just around the corner. She was grateful they'd all been given a semblance of peace, an opportunity of normalcy before the rise of Crystal Tokyo. More than anything she was happy that they had a chance to decide who or what they wanted to be before their duties called again.
Puffy red eyes and tear streaks staining her cheeks, Usagi gazed up at the moon, a fixed glare on her previous home. Why couldn't anyone accept her for who she was? Why was everyone so fixated on her being more like the Moon Princess? Granted, her family had no idea she was Sailor Moon or the Lunar Princess destined to rule the world, yet they wanted her to be someone entirely different too. What was wrong with being Tsukino Usagi?
Feeling emotionally drained, Usagi wiped her eyes before trudging her way home. Entering her house she went straight to her room. Before going to bed Usagi turned her phone on to check her missed calls. No voicemail or text messages, just seven missed calls from Mamoru. With a heavy heart, Usagi went to sleep. She was disappointed Mamoru hadn't tried leaving her a message.
Morning came quickly, Usagi reached for her phone to turn off the alarm, a sour look on her face. She wasn't ready to leave her warm inviting bed. Letting out a groan of annoyance, she forced herself out of bed. Gathering her things for school she made her way downstairs. Her father and Shingo long gone, she called out to her mother she was leaving. Noticing the time, she sent a quick text message to Asanuma, 'running late, do you mind picking me up a protein shake from phit phuel?'. Settling the straps of her backpack, she grabbed her duffle bag and made her way out. She needed to catch the city bus, she couldn't afford to wait for the next one and be late for class. A minute later and her phone beeped, 'Strawberry?' 'Yes please.'
Usagi had been walking for at least 10 minutes when she heard a car pull up next to her. She took a side glance to see who it was. She stopped in her tracks, she turned to face the sleek red Ferrari Spider sports car. The driver rolled down the window on the passenger's side, raven black locks, dark shades sitting on his handsome face, and lips curled into a sexy smirk.
He brought his glasses down, a smirk still plastered. "Need a lift?"
Ignoring him she turned around and kept walking. She didn't care how good he looked. Usagi refused to take notice of the way her heart skipped a beat every time she saw him.
As she walked away Mamoru groaned, he knew she wasn't going to make it easy. He didn't blame her. Deciding to follow her, he moved his car up along her side. Seeing that it wasn't working, he turned off his car and proceeded to follow her on foot.
Once he caught up to her he grabbed her hand halting her steps. "Usako, wait. I'm sorry. Please talk to me." He was pleading her.
Usagi turned to look at him. A hard look on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry… I just figured you wouldn't want to waste your time with someone pathetic as me." Yanking her hand away from him she proceeded to walk.
Ouch. That was a hard blow to his heart. He deserved that, but he wasn't going to quit that easily. Jogging toward Usagi he stopped in front of her. Before she could sidestep him, he grabbed both of her hands and brought them toward his lips. His lips firmly pressed into her hands he murmured, "I'm so sorry, Usako." He tightened his grip when he felt her trying to free herself from him.
"Usako please, look last night I—"
"I have to go, I'm gonna be late for school." Trying to free her hands from his grasp.
"I'll give you a ride."
"I can take the bus."
"Look, my class doesn't start for another 30 minutes. Let me give you a ride." He didn't care if he sounded desperate.
Not giving her a chance to think about it, he walked them toward his car. The car ride to her school was uncomfortably silent. Taking a side eye glance, he saw Usagi looking out the window, her body tense. He tightened his hold on the steering wheel. Not able to stand the silence any longer he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Usa—"
"You can drop me off here." She held no emotion, Mamoru couldn't decipher what she was feeling or thinking.
Nodding silently, he stopped the car by the curb. While Usagi was unbuckling her seatbelt, he turned to the backseat and reached for her sketchbook.
"Here, I thought you might need it."
"Thanks." She answered in a small whisper.
"Can I call you tonight?" Eyes imploring her to say yes.
She didn't answer him, grabbing her belongings, she just nodded. She knew he wouldn't call, today was Thursday. Mamoru always knocked out as soon as he got home. Thursdays were his busiest days; four classes and a six hour shift at Tokyo Hospital for his medical internship.
Night couldn't come any sooner for Usagi. Feeling her sore muscles relax Usagi let out a slight moan as her body soaked in the heat. As soon as rehearsals were over, she went straight home to take a bath. Her body conditioning course today was brutal, they had worked on strength exercises that focused solely on the lower body. Add the extensive four hours of dance rehearsal and her body was beat. Even her fast healing abilities didn't stand a chance against her aching body. Staying for another 10 minutes she finally felt her mind and body loosen.
Out of the shower Usagi dressed in her flannel pajama bottoms and black tank top, she sat by her vanity mirror. Brushing her hair she suddenly heard a light tap on her balcony doors. Getting up from her seat, she took a peek, moving her white curtains to the side. She was met with a bouquet of a dozen red roses in front of her. Looking from the roses to the man holding the bouquet, her heart started racing. Fumbling to open the balcony doors, she breathed out. "What are you doing here?"
A sheepish smile on his face, "I came to formally apologize to my girlfriend for being such a baka yesterday."
Wide eyed she stared at him.
Awkwardly shuffling one foot to the other, he cleared his throat. Remembering the bouquet of red roses he brought them up toward Usagi. "These are for you."
Usagi noticed these weren't just any roses, these were his roses, the ones he produced as tuxedo mask. Just as there could be no other Tuxedo Kamen, there could be no other rose on this planet. His roses were unique, a shade of red so fierce, there wasn't a color for it. Even the scent was so unique, it left a lingering fragrance of roses mixed with the fresh aroma of crisp summer rain.
"These are beautiful." She breathed softly.
"Not as beautiful as you." Seeing the light blush on her cheeks, he removed the flowers from her hands, and placed them on her vanity. He went up to cup her cheeks, a sweet tenderness in his hands. Usagi closed her eyes as he started stroking the pad of his thumbs against her cheeks. Slowly he inclined his face toward her, his lips lightly brushing against hers. Knowing he was treading on thin ice, he stopped. She still had yet to forgive him. He pressed his forehead against hers. Bringing his arms loosely around Usagi's waist, Mamoru took a deep breath.
"I hurt you. I'm sorry Usako." Cerulean blue eyes slowly opened to meet his. Removing his forehead from hers he released a deep sigh. "I—" Mamoru moved away from Usagi, he couldn't look her in the eyes. He felt shame, disgust with himself for the way he treated her.
Usagi could feel the shame and guilt radiate off him. Bringing his face to meet hers she could feel him sinking into her touch. "Are you going to tell me what happened last night?" She heard him release a deep sigh, his cobalt blue eyes meeting hers. "My internship got revoked."
A loud gasp escaped her mouth, causing her to remove the hand from his cheek."What? What happened?" Mamoru then proceeded to explain everything that happened last night and how the doctor in charge of his internship called him this morning to tell him his internship at the hospital had been overruled.
"Can't they check the surveillance cameras? Isn't that what those things are for?" Standing up abruptly.
"They made their decision, there was nothing I could say or do. Even my psychics professor told me to leave it alone." His tone was dejected.
"Mamo-chan you've worked so hard for this, you can't just give up—"
"It's okay Usako. The professor is already looking into what other institutions will allow me to finish my hours. Don't worry about it."
Usagi was about to protest, instead she let out a squeak as he hauled her up against him to sit on his lap. Enveloping her in his arms, he brought her body closer to his. He smiled as she rested her head against his shoulder. Mamoru inhaled her sweet scent, her sugar vanilla shampoo mixed with lavender filled his senses. He loved the way she smelled it was both refreshing and calming.
"Everything is getting taken care of Usako. Besides my purpose here was for you to forgive me for all the things I said."
Twenty minutes later and a steamy make out session and all was forgiven and forgotten. Well not all forgotten. Oh no, far from it. As soon as Mamoru left she remained awake thinking of a plan to get Mamoru his internship back at Tokyo Hospital. An hour later and a yawn escaped her lips reminding her how tired she was."Doctors be damned, nobody takes away Mamo-chan's dream and gets away with", mumbling to her pillow before sleep claimed her.
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A/NI know some of you wanted Usagi to make Mamoru suffer by not forgiving him easily but,
1. This is big hearted, pure heart, ever loving Usagi we're talking about
2. It's just the beginning, trust me Mamoru will be groveling at her feet at one point.
Anyway, this chapter wasn't as exciting as I wanted it to be but it had to be written in order for the story to start building up.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. What do you guys think is going to happen next? Will Usagi succeed in giving Mamoru his internship back? What about her birthday?
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