Hi guys, sorry for taking this long to write out a chapter. I just started working and I'm not gonna lie, I had a hard time coming up with this chapter.

Anyway, here's the next chapter, hope you all enjoy!

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Usagi squirmed as she sat in the spotless and neat office of Dr. Murata. She took a deep breath, giving herself a mental pep talk 'you can do this', 'This is for Mamo-chan.'

She had decided to skip her morning class today and come straight to Tokyo Hospital. She squirmed again as she noticed the look on the older man sitting in front of her.

Soft hazel eyes looked at her questioningly. "So what can I do for you Miss…"

"Oh um Tsukino Usagi..sir.. but you can just call me Usagi, Dr. Murata-san." Bowing her head respectfully toward the older man.

Murata-san let out a chuckle, he could see the young woman in front of him was nervous. If her fidgeting wasn't enough, the fact that she knocked off most of his paperwork and contact cards by accident with her bag was a big indication. "Okay. What can I do for you Usagi-san?"

Usagi took a deep breath. "Um, I understand you're the one in charge of the interns here…" she continued as she saw the man nod gently. "Um well you see, I...uh I wanted to talk about one of your interns." Usagi saw him straighten in his chair and put a hand under his chin, a brow arched questioningly at her.

"Is there a problem with one of our interns?"

"Well no, actually… it's about Chiba Mamoru." Usagi noticed how the older doctor's brows rose in surprise as he sat back on his chair, arms crossed over his chest, an amused expression on his face.

"I see. However, he's no longer an intern at our facility—"

"That's what I wanted to talk about. You're making a big mistake by revoking his internship—"

His demeanor changed from amusement to stern. "Miss Tsukino, I'm sorry but it's best if you leave—"

"No you don't understand!" She knew raising her voice wasn't the wisest thing to do, but he had to hear her out. Before she could continue the doctor cut her off.

"Oh I understand perfectly. Did Chiba-san sent you?" Shaking his head with an incredulous look on his face.

"What!? No—"

"Did he mention all the trouble he's caused, thanks to his carelessness we might have a lawsuit on our hands. One of the blood samples that were dropped belonged to the wife of one of Japan's political figures—"

"Look I know about the incident, but it wasn't his fault! He would never—"

"Our head nurse told us otherwise—"

"He's lying! Look, Dr. Murata-san I know my Mamo-chan, and I know that when it comes to work and professionalism...let's just say he's the epitome of professionalism… just take a look at the surveillance cameras. You'll see that it wasn't Mamoru's fault!" Her breathing was haggard and her cheeks flushed.

Usagi saw as the man before her take one hard look at her before he picked up the phone. She knew she had no right to yell at the doctor and this wasn't going to help Mamoru get his internship back, but he was blaming her boyfriend for something he didn't do. Mamoru had told her to stay out of it and here she was yelling at the prominent doctor and about to get escorted out by security.

"Yukio-san this is Dr. Murata can you please get the security guard who monitors the west wing and tell him to bring me the surveillance video from three days ago. Also, please inform Dr. Saito to come into my office as well. Thank you."

Usagi let out a deep breath of relief, silently thanking the heavens above. No more than 10 minutes later and there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

In walked a tall and handsome doctor, dark hair with streaks of grey on the side styled in a classic taper cut. His eyes the darkest of brown framed with a pair of retro browline glasses, topped with thick eyebrows. He was dressed in a light blue long-sleeved dress shirt and navy blue suit pants paired with black leather shoes. To complete his ensemble, a white lab coat that hung snug off his body, a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He was what Usagi would call, dreamy. Usagi briefly wondered to herself how Mamoru would look in a lab coat 'Would Mamo-chan look as dreamy?'. Coming out of her thoughts she noticed the handsome doctor was followed by a security guard, a short stubby man sporting a cheap toupee with a black mustache that looked like one of those you bought at a gag store.

"I hope this won't take long, I have an important appointment to attend with my wife soon." A deep and strong voice coming from Dr. Saito as he greeted Dr. Murata.

After introducing Usagi to the men and explaining her visit, Dr. Murata sent away the security guard. He connected the USB flash drive containing the surveillance video to his computer. The three sat watching the scene unfold on the screen. The video showed the head nurse walking backwards as he was flirting with one of the female nurses. As Mamoru turned the corner, it showed he was trying to avoid colliding into the man. However, the head nurse turned abruptly while still shamelessly flirting, causing him to crash into Mamoru. Not only did he crash into Mamoru, the video showed he hadn't even bothered to help. He just looked him up and down then kept walking, leaving Mamoru to pick up the mess.

Usagi couldn't believe the head nurse's innatentivesness. The three occupants in the room remained silent. Still staring at the screen she heard a throat clear beside her. She turned to look at the doctor beside her.

"Well I'll be damned. Looks like Hiyoshi-san forgot to mention this part of the incident." His voice laced in sarcasm. Dr. Murata responded with a single grunt and shaking his head while still looking at his computer screen.

Drawing his head away from the screen he turned to face both Usagi and Dr. Saito. A serious expression on his face. Setting his gaze on Usagi he said "I believe I have some apologizing to do—"

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

Earning a chuckle and an amused expression from the doctor beside her. "I like her, she's got spunk."

Ignoring his colleague's comment, Dr. Murata nodded his head. "You're right Miss Tsukino, I'll be calling Chiba-san to formally apologize for not handling this situation with the correct procedures—"

"When?" Usagi interrupted the doctor again. An eyebrow raised an expectant look on her face. "Does this mean he gets his internship back?"

The dreamy doctor beside her, let out a frustrated sigh. "I always knew it was a mistake to get rid of Chiba-san in that hasty matter. Had I been here the day of the accident I would have stopped you Murata-san. He's one of the best interns we've had in a long time. Hell, the boy even has potential to take over your position as senior consultant with all his credentials." Dr. Saito had a playful smirk on his face, arms crossed while looking at Dr. Murata.

Dr. Murata rolled his eyes, knowing Dr. Saito was messing with him. However, it was true about the potential Mamoru had. In all his career as a doctor both here in Japan and America he had never seen a young man as intelligent and dedicated as he. Hiyoshi, on the other hand, was one of those who bribed and paid their way through med school. Only parading around his 'degree' like some trophy. The only reason his job was secured for so long was because he was the only nephew of one of the hospital's head board members. However, with this evidence it wouldn't be long before he got fired, not only for the damage he'd done, but for putting the blame on someone innocent. He was glad there was proof that proved Mamoru's innocence.

Usagi caught the full attention of both doctors. "This hasn't only been his dream, he's been working his whole life for this. Ever since he was a kid he's worked his way to be where he's at. All these years of knowing him I've seen how passionate he is about helping people. For Mamoru this isn't about being well recognized or becoming a prominent doctor, for him it's about making a difference and saving people's lives." The doctors were stunned at the emotions she held in her voice, it showed the love she had for the young doctor to be. "This is all he's known, please don't take this away from him." Whispering softly the last part. Usagi looked at the two doctors pleadingly.

Both doctors felt their hearts swell at the depth of emotion this young woman displayed. A soft smile formed on both their faces, eyes filled with admiration. Murata-san was the first to speak. "Chiba-san will be able to come back to our facility as an intern. I'll make sure of it. I am also aware of his great potential and passion. Therefore, I would like for him to shadow one of our best doctors, Dr. Saito."

Dr. Saito's eyes opened wide in surprise before nodding. "I'll be honored to be his mentor Murata-san ." Bowing his head in respect toward the doctor in front of him.

Usagi couldn't contain her happiness. She squealed loudly in that Usagi way, throwing her arms around the doctor beside her and hugging him in a death grip. Before Saito-san could muster a word. She whirled toward Murata-san, haphazardly knocking everything in her way. She gave the older doctor a tight hug, repeating "thank you" over and over again. After Murata-san playfully threatened to call security, Usagi settled herself on the chair next to Dr. Saito. A deep flush on her face.

"So I take it you must be Chiba-san's girlfriend?" A small laugh escaping Dr. Saito's mouth.

Usagi bit her lip as a blush formed on her cheeks. "That would be me." Laughing nervously while scratching the back of her head.

"He's very lucky to have you supporting him. You remind me of my wife. As a doctor myself, it's always great to have support from loved ones, especially in this career." A sweet smile playing on his face.

At that moment Murata's phone rang. Putting it on speaker they heard the receptionist Yukio on the line. "Hi Dr. Murata-san, is Dr. Saito in your office? His wife, Mihai-san is waiting for him at his office."

It was then that Usagi's mind made the connection that this doctor was her dance instructor's husband. 'What a small world', she thought. Usagi felt the doctor proceed to stand up. Turning to face her he brought his hand to shake hers. "It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Tsukino, Chiba-san will be very happy to know that thanks to you—"

"No! I don't want him to know it was me." Standing abruptly, wide eyed she looked between both doctors. "He can't—"

"But—"

"I know Mamoru, if he finds out I had anything to do with this, he'll think it was because of me that he got his internship back. His morals wouldn't allow him to accept it, he'll just resign the internship himself. I can't allow that… just say it was an anonymous tipper or something."

Both doctors reluctantly agreed upon her request. Bidding goodbye again Dr. Saito left Murata-san's office claiming his wife would hang him if he delayed his return to his office. Usagi internally grimaced, knowing Saito-san was one for punctuality and didn't like to be kept waiting.

Usagi turned to look at the doctor sitting behind his desk. He wore a soft smile on his face gazing intently at one of his picture frames perched on his desk.

"You know, you remind me a lot of my son."

"And here I thought my pigtails made me look feminine." Usagi joked. Now that the issue at hand had been handled, she felt like she could relax and be herself without a worry.

The doctor looked up from the picture to her. He let out a hearty laugh.

"No, what I meant to say is, he's just as tenacious and stubborn when it comes to helping others...and by the looks of it you have the same sense of humor too." Shaking his head and chuckling at the same time. "I have to ask, are you a law student?"

Usagi shook her head an incredulous look on her face. "Kami-sama no! I wouldn't even last a semester with all those courses." She burst out in laughter. "What gave you that impression?"

The older doctor chuckled in response to her carefreeness. She radiated happiness and peace, yet something about her conveyed authority. "I'm not sure really... just something in your tone seemed commanding...gentle yet firm...politics then?"

Usagi shrugged one of her shoulders, a quirk of the lips in a sheepish smile. "No, I'm an art student. I go to Tokyo University of the Arts."

"An artist. That's interesting…" He wasn't too surprised, although she had an air of authority to her, she also had a high spirited and energetic aura like that of an artist. "Let me guess? You're a dance major?"

Usagi looked at the doctor wide eyed, she opened her mouth to respond then closed it. Flabbergasted she asked the doctor. "Wha—How did you know?"

"You strike me as the dancer type. Your posture is straight, considering most people's posture is awful. As a doctor you notice these things. Aside from being a little klutzy you have poise and there's an elegant strut in the way you walk…"

Usagi was stunned. She had never been complimented in such a way. People had always pointed out the complete opposite. It was strange yet nice to hear those words being directed toward her.

"Also most art students carry around their portfolio case around, not a duffle bag." Arms crossed, and chin pointing toward her side. He wore a triumphant smile on his face as if he had just solved the world's most difficult puzzle.

Usagi snickered. A broad smile on her face."You're the first person to catch on to that." Her friends and family had yet to notice. Yet here was someone who she'd barely met and he took notice of it.

Dr. Murata's cocked his head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion. "Wha—" His eyes opened wide, his eyebrows raised. "Wait, your family doesn't know?"

Eyes frozen open, Usagi grew pale. Crap. She had forgotten to withhold that piece of information. Glancing away she looked out the window. Contemplating whether she should laugh it off as a joke or tell the truth. The doctor would know she was bluffing if she played it off as a joke, he was a smart and observant man. Sighing in defeat she shook her head. "They wouldn't understand." Not daring to look at him she continued. "My dad thinks I'm drawing comics for a living and even then he thinks I'm throwing my life away going after childish dreams. My friends think I'm wasting time on something so meaningless, and Mamoru… Mamoru is just content that I'm keeping myself busy. They wouldn't understand why I took up performing arts as my major."

Frowning Usagi finally turned to face him. She let out a disgruntled laugh. "They wouldn't believe it either way. The klutz extraordinaire who can't take two steps before tripping on thin air, a dance major?"

Usagi went on to explain how her grades weren't the greatest in school, how everyone from her family and friends were never content with her achievements and always expected more yet didn't expect much from her. She got enough ridicule from everyone thinking she was going to be a manga artist. Thing was, she hadn't even told them what field she would take, for all they knew she could have chosen to be the next Van Gogh or Leonardo Da Vinci. However, everyone assumed because she was obsessed with manga that she automatically settled for that.

"You do realize you can't keep this hidden for a long time, especially from those who love you?"

"I know, and I plan on telling them...eventually. I just…". Usagi paused briefly to think about how to explain to Murata how she felt without revealing her identity as Sailor Moon or the future ruler of the earth. She let out a deep breath. "For so long I've been trying to live up to everyone's expectations and somewhere along the way I sort of lost who I am… does that make sense?"

It was true, for years she had been trying to fit in the shoes of someone she wasn't yet. I mean sure she knew she had the huge responsibility of saving the world, and becoming the sole monarch of the world, but then again she was just starting her teen years. It was like being in the Silver Millennium all over again, always being told how to behave a certain way and do things another way. Except this time the world didn't know she was Lunar Royalty. She recalled how at one point Luna had appointed Rei and Ami to give her etiquette classes, that only led Rei to mock her for not being "princess like". In her defense, she was fifteen and going through a breakup. Acting like a princess was the last thing on her mind.

There were more instances that the girls and Luna vehemently tried to transform her personality to her past self. Sure she still obtained certain traits from Serenity, but they wanted her to change completely, she wasn't ready to make those changes. She's still not ready. Usagi couldn't comprehend why they were so adamant on her being her past self when THEY weren't even like their past selves. In fact, they ALL were the complete opposite of who they were back then. Times were different now and circumstances varied on each and every one of them, building up their character to who they are today.

She was about to delve more into her thoughts when a warm and calm voice interrupted her. "If they love you, they'll understand. But then again I get where you're coming from. Give them time, they'll come around."

Usagi arched an eyebrow at him.

Understanding her silent question, "My family wanted me to continue in the family business, Murata Tomotsune law firm, they detested the idea of me becoming anything else but a lawyer. I went off to the states and had them believing I was after a law degree in Yale, when in reality I had gone to Harvard to become the doctor I had always dreamed of being."

"Did they—"

"Find out? Of course they did. My father sent out a thank you letter to the dean at Yale, only to have him respond that there wasn't anybody under his son's name." He shook his head, an amused expression on his face as he took a trip down memory lane.

"How did they react?"

"They were upset, obviously. Although, once they saw my passion and true calling to the medical field they accepted it ... but then again, I did marry a lawyer... Up to this day I still think that's why they were more lenient on me." Shrugging nonchalantly.

"So… moral of the story is to marry someone who met your family's expectations..in my case, Mamoru?" A cheeky smile on her lips.

Murata stared at Usagi before he burst out in laughter. Pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, he met Usagi's eyes. Amusement still in his voice. "Moral of the story is, go confidently in the direction of your dreams, in the long run it's your happiness in the line, not theirs."

No one had ever gave her that piece of advice. No one had ever asked what made her happy or what she wanted.

"You're a top notch neurologist, Dance has nothing on—"

"Dance is to express, not to impress. It's one of the world's beautiful forms of art. You shouldn't be ashamed of pursuing your dreams Usagi-san. Whether it'd be a dancer, a neurologist, a lawyer, or even a plumber if it's what makes you happy. But for others to see that, you have to believe it yourself."

Processing his words, Usagi nodded silently. He was right. In order for her family and friends to accept her choice or more importantly, accept her for who she was, she needed to be happy and content with who she was. It was then she decided she would do just that.

Usagi quirked her lips in a soft and grateful smile. "Thank you. Thank you for your time today Dr. Murata-san—." She reached across his desk to shake his hand. As she retracted her hand back, she knocked one of his frames from his desk. Apologizing repeatedly for her clumsiness, she picked up the picture frame when Usagi felt her mouth drop and eyes widen. Sunny blue eyes stared back at her. There on the picture, dressed in a navy blue cap and gown stood her friend Asanuma.

"That's my son, Asanuma. Great young man, his mother and I are extremely proud of him. He's following in his mother's footsteps attending Keio University studying law."

A/N

Okay so generally I wasn't planning on taking a full chapter for this scene, but since both doctors will be recurring characters in this story it was kind of needed. Also, I had re-written the whole thing about a good five times before settling on this.

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