Chapter 8
Footsteps came nearer. Mamoru snapped his neck to the side. Then let out a
gasp. Usagi stood there, looking very annoyed.
She crossed her arms. "Well, you are finally awake."
Mamoru studied Usagi hard. And it suddenly hit him. When he realized it, it
seemed so obvious. She had the same hair and voice, after all. Usagi was
Sailor Moon. The Odango Atama was the Champion of Justice. It was amazing. She was klutzy and an airhead. There was no way he would have
known. They were completely different. But, he reconsidered, she was the most beautiful and kindest girl he had ever met. Maybe it did make sense.
"How did I get here?" Mamoru choked.
"My friends and I were passing by and saw you get hurt. We brought you here,"
she told him.
Mamoru noticed his mask and tophat on a chair. He gestured to it. "And you
saw your opportunity to find out who I was?" He raised an eyebrow.
"That was not it at all," she defended. "It was an accident."
He gave her an unconvinced look. "And you were just passing by when you saw
me?"
Usagi nodded. "Yeah, we were out shopping," she explained.
"Somehow I think it was a little more than that. . . Sailor
Moon."
A hand rushed to her mouth. Her eyes went wide with shock.
"Oh, don't look so upset," Mamoru stated. "It is only fair that I know. I mean,
you found out who I was."
Usagi gulped. "How'd you know?"
"I heard you talking to Luna. Whoever that it."
"Luna is my cat."
He let out a snicker. "A cat?"
Usagi seemed offended. "Yeah, my cat."
Between laughter, Mamoru managed to get out, "Do you talk to this cat often?"
Anger built up inside Usagi. " It is hard to comprehend that you,
Chiba Mamoru, is Tuxedo Kamen. You are a jerk. All you ever say to me are
insults. And, then you turn out to be the most handsome, mysterious, dashing. . ."
She stopped. Uh Oh, she had said too much.
Mamoru smiled. "Am I really all that? Dashing and mysterious? Handsome I already
knew, but. . ."
"Tuxedo Kamen is those things. When you are not transformed you are a total jerk."
She stuck out her tongue.
God, she was cute when she was mad.
"Uh huh. It is hard to think the Odango Atama is Sailor Moon. You are klutzy and whiney.
I will be astonished it you pass the eighth grade," Mamoru said. Afterward, he wanted to
kick himself for it. He had been very mean. Too mean.
Usagi fell silent. She stared at the ground. Hurt plastered on her face.
Oh my Usako, I'm so sorry. He tried to say an apology, but couldn't bring himself to talk.
What have I done? I've caused you so much pain. I never meant to. I am just scared to
love anyone. Especially you.
"You better leave," Usagi whispered.
And that was what he did. Without a word, he left his Usako.
When Usagi was alone, she seemed to collapse. Her insides felt like they were caving in . The
tears came. And they were many.
Is that really who I am? she wondered. Just a small klutzy child who is stupid? Usagi desperately
wanted to be more than that. But that was all she had ever known. Or so she thought.
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