Author's Notes: YES! It's a little bit past 8:00 PM and I got out chapter 10!! Of course, it took
much sneaking around the house for the past 6 hours (typing only a few paragraphs per half hour) to
get past my prying mother. She's sick and so she's taking it out on me (which has NOTHING do to
with the fact that I got her sick, NONE at ALL)! Erm... Well... Enjoy the big One 'O' (for all you
morons, that's supposed to be '10')!!

Tell Her 'I'm Sorry...'

Chapter 10

Rated R


"Mom! Dad! I'm going out!"
"WHAT?!" Tsukino Kenji and Ikuko both screamed from the kitchen. Both stuck their heads
out from the doorway and eyed their daughter. "No you're not!"
"What, did you rehearse that?" Usagi scoffed, her hands planted on her hips. "I'm going
to Mamoru's! Chill!"
"Usagi..." her mother whined. "You just got back from the hospital a few hours ago! You're
all wrapped up. You should stay home and spend some quality time with your family!"
"Um... I really don't see what one thing has to do with another..." Usagi cocked a perfectly
arched eyebrow. "Mamoru's all bandaged up, too! He was protecting me! I have to go see him!"
"Young lady!" Kenji bellowed. "If you think for ONE minute that your mother and I are
going to let you walk the streets this late, you are out of your mind! Not after everything's that
happened!"
Usagi sighed, rubbing her throbbing temples. She slowly trudged to the front door and
swung it open. Outside stood Mamoru leaning against his Mercedes.
"See?" Usagi chirped, her smile instantly returning. "I have a ride!"
Kenji and Ikuko frowned.
"Thank you!" Usagi giggled. She quickly pecked her parents' cheeks and grabbed her bag.
"Tell Shingo bye for me!"
And with that she was out the door in Mamoru's embrace.
"You know..." Kenji sighed, eyeing the two out the window. "Whether she said it or not,
she's planning on spending the night at his place..."
"Kenji," Ikuko reprimanded. "Mamoru is a VERY nice young man and he would never hurt Usagi!
You can tell by the look in his eyes!" The middle-aged woman sighed dreamily.
Kenji shook his head and trudged back into the kitchen.

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Mamoru silently closed the passenger door and walked around to his side. He flopped down
into the seat and reeved up the engine. Mamoru slowly pulled out of his parking space and proceeded
to drive down the streets of Tokyo. He reached out a hand, all the while keeping his eyes on the
road, and brushed Usagi's cheek.
"How ya feelin'?" he questioned, voice dripping with concern.
Usagi leaned towards Mamoru and kissed his forehead. "I'm OK. The stitches itch alot, but
they don't really hurt... How about you?" she added, fingering the fabric of his teeshirt.
Mamoru shrugged, then cringed from the pull it caused in his shoulder. "I'm all right..."
he lied. Usagi giggled.
"I've yet to thank you..." Usagi fidgeted with her seat belt. "You protected me... And
probably saved my life..."
Mamoru draped his arm over Usagi's shoulders and ran his fingers through her hair. "You
don't have to thank me. It's my job to protect you." A grin spread across his lips. "How did you
know I was Tuxedo Kamen anyway?"
Usagi huffed. "How did YOU know I was Sailor Moon?"
"Well..." Mamoru looked to the ceiling of the car thoughtfully, then remembered he was
driving and stopped. "I guess I knew it for a while... It was just kind of like piecing two and
two together..."
"I knew because why else would you be out that late like I was... Although... You found
me AT LEAST an hour later..."
Mamoru cleared his throat. "I fell asleep in the tree I was perched in during the battle..."
Usagi exploded with laughter.

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Mamoru sighed, sliding down the length of his living room wall. He ruefully rubbed his
abused shoulder as he chewed on his tongue.
"Want me to get you some aspirin?" Usagi sat down next to him and brushed a few stray hairs
from his eyes.
"Naw, I'll live..." Mamoru turned to his love and brushed his lip against hers. "Thanks..."
Usagi's head pounded. Or was that her heart? Well, whatever it was, it felt wonderful. Especially
since it was Mamoru who spurred such emotions inside her.
The young blonde slipped a hand behind Mamoru's neck and pulled him down for another kiss.
She nibbled lightly on his bottom lip, pressing their bodies together. Mamoru moaned into her mouth,
deepening the kiss as much as possible. Usagi's small hands ran up and down across Mamoru's chest,
fumbling with the buttons. She slowly pushed him down onto the floor, trying not to jar his shoulder
any. Mamoru bit his lip as Usagi left a hot trail of kisses down his neck. She shrugged his shirt
off and made her way down his chest. Mamoru swallowed a groan of pleasure and pushed away from Usagi.
"We..." he breathed, "can't do this..."
Hurt flashed over Usagi's eyes.
"Why not?" she questioned innocently.
"'Why not'?!" Mamoru seemed appalled. "Are you crazy? After everything you've been through?!"
"Mamoru..." Usagi's lips curved into a smile. "Let's just forget about all of that! It doesn't
matter anymore! I mean, sure, I've been through alot, but I've pushed it all aside!"
"I don't want you to push it all aside!" Mamoru cried. "Not if it still hurts..."
"Mamoru..." Usagi's voice was hushed, her face soft. "It doesn't hurt... Not when I'm with
you..." She lightly kissed him again. "Because... I trust you..."
Mamoru's heart leapt in his throat.
"I always have trusted you..." Usagi's eyes threatened to spill over again, but this time
with joy. "And I care about you a lot..." She buried her face in the crook of his neck and smiled.
"Usako... We..." Mamoru took shallow breaths. "I don't want you to do this for me... I'm
not like that..."
"I know..." Usagi pulled herself away so she could see him fully. "But I'm not just doing
this for you. I'm doing it for me... For US."
Mamoru bit back the urge to cry. God, the emotions that boiled inside of him with this girl!
Her words were too good to be true...
"Usa, I love you, you know that... You don't have to do this..." Mamoru ran his fingers
along her cheek and across her lips.
"I want to." Usagi shuddered lightly at the intimate caresses. "I've had sex before, Mamoru.
I know what it's like." Mamoru cringed. "But, I don't want you to have sex with me... I want you to
make love to me... Please... I'm ready..."
Mamoru swallowed dryly. Should he? His body was telling him one thing and his head another.
And then there was his heart. His heart told him to do whatever his Usako wanted, when ever she wanted.
But then, the question was, was HE ready?
"Ashitaka was right..." Mamoru croaked. "When he said I was jealous... I was incredibly
jealous... I wanted to be the only one to touch you..."
"You will be." Usagi smiled at Mamoru's bewildered expression. "You'll be the first to
make love to me, and the ONLY one to make love to me. That's all that matters."
Mamoru nodded.
"You're right."

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Usagi yawned, slowly cracking open one eye. Mamoru lay next to her, gazing up at the
ceiling. She smiled, curling up against his warm body. He blinked, looking down to see his angel
staring up at him lovingly.
"Morning, beautiful," he whispered softly. Usagi grinned, leaning up to kiss him. He
ran his fingers through her hair that was spilling all over his bed. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, of the little time I had left to sleep," she replied giggling. Mamoru flushed.
"You?"
"Perfect," he replied huskily, pulling her down for another kiss.
Usagi rolled onto her side, Mamoru following suit so they were facing eachother. He lightly
traced a finger down her cheek and neck, past her shoulder and stopped on her side. The bandage
was his barrier.
Mamoru cringed. Memories of the past few days exploded into his mind like fireworks. Fireworks
that sparked unwanted emotions.
"Did I..." Mamoru had to force out the question he desperately didn't want an answer to.
"Did I hurt you...?"
Usagi blinked.
"Hurt me?" The blonde stared for a second, then burst into a fit of giggles. Mamoru watched
on oddly. "Of course not!" Usagi sat up, unnerved by her nakedness. "What on Earth would possess you
to think that?"
Mamoru's blush deepened. He slowly pushed himself up in the bed without straining his
shoulder any. He shrugged his one good arm. "I just... I didn't know if you were still... you know...
sore... and stuff..."
Another giggle escaped from Usagi's lips that were soon pressed against Mamoru's. She slipped
her fingers through his hair, slowly pulling away. "You worry too much," she whispered into his ear.
Mamoru ran his fingers up and down Usagi's spin so lightly his fingerpads were hardly touching
her bare skin. He nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck and pulled her closer to him. He brushed
his lips against her ear, a smile curving on both their lips.
"Mamoru...?" Usagi purred, a sultry, femine voice Mamoru could never imagine duplicated by
another.
"Hmmm?" he murmered against her golden locks.
"Thank you." Usagi cuddled closer against him. "Last night was... amazing..."
Mamoru's ego shot through the roof.
Usagi pulled away a bit, pecking him on the lips. "Aren't you glad you listened to my
reasoning?" Mamoru chuckled.
"I wouldn't exactly call that reasoning... But, yes, I am."
"Good." Usagi frowned. "Because had you not agreed, I probably would have lost my nerve
and never bothered again!" Usagi laughed nervously.
"What?" Mamoru stiffened. "You said you were ready!"
"Yeah..." Usagi scratched the back of her neck. "But I kind of lied... I was really scared!"
Mamoru's heart stopped.
his mind screeched.
"Were you scared the WHOLE time...?" Mamoru croaked. Another question he was afraid to
hear the answer to.
Usagi's smile was warm and soft. She knew how her past few words had embedded themselves
into Mamoru's concience. She pressed her palms against his chest, her touch soothing his disraught
skin. "No," she replied, voice nearly inaudible. "I wasn't... My heart was pounding in my throat
and my head was spinning... But the second you laid me down on the bed and began kissing down
my neck..." Usagi rested her head on Mamoru's good shoulder, closing her eyes in remembrance. "All
my fears just melted away... You were so gentle, as if I was some kind of delicate china doll..."
Mamoru thought silently,
Every word that parted Usagi's lips and tingled on his skin seemed to caress all the doubts
of the previous night he had. Her words seeped into his head and stroked his mind comfortingly.
The strong ego returned.
"No one's EVER mad me feel this way before, Mamoru..." Mamoru pulled the girl in his
arms down with him and wrapped the covers over them. "I wanted to believe that it was just a crush..."
Mamoru's mind was reeling with possibilities. If she was to tell Mamoru the feeling between them was mutual, he wasn't
sure whether he'd break down crying for joy, go comatose, or giggle like a maniac.
"But, I couldn't fool myself any longer... And, after last night, I know now for sure..."
Mamoru's whole body bubbled with a mixture of emotions. He couldn't pinpoint which ones
exactly, but, DAMN, they felt good!
"I..." Usagi paused, pulling herself away from Mamoru slightly so she could see his face.
"I've fallen head over heals in love with you... Mamo-chan..."
Mamoru's mind took a little trip, falling somewhere between The Land of No Return and
a place where pink elephants with purple polka dots flew. If this was what it was like to get high,
then Mamoru would gladly become a crackie in minutes. All the blood in his body would rush to one
area and then, just as quickly as it came, drain out and repeat the cycle somewhere else. His whole
being seemed to shut down leaving him just with the fleeting thought of 'She loves me!!!'
Usagi burst into a fit of uncontrolable laughter. The look on her love's face was priceless!
His mouth hung, slightly agape, just SOMEWHAT akin to amazement. His eyes were opened a tad more
than usual, but nothing too eye-popping dramatic, and his whole body was ridgid. Usagi could
have sworn for a split-second he teared lightly.
"Are... are you serious?" Mamoru wasn't even sure if his voice came out.
"Of course I'm serious!!" Usagi smacked him on the lips. "You're my first love, and
my only love. I wouldn't want to spend my first time with anyone else..." Her grin broadened. "Or
anytime."
Mamoru kissed his love semi-soft, semi-rough. Usagi melted against him, falling into the passion of the kiss.
Both slowly and reluctantly pulled away after a few minutes. They breathed heavily, trying
to catch their breath.
"I'm gonna go take a shower..." Usagi kissed Mamoru nose and made her way into the bathroom.

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Usagi walked back into the bedroom fifteen minutes later, her soggy feet making 'squish' sounds
on the carpet. Her hair was tied up in a floppy bun at the top her head, loose hairs spilling over
her dripping body. She clung to the towel around her slim frame tightly, eyeing Mamoru with concern.
"Mamo-chan?" the blonde questioned as her love hung up the phone. "Someone called?"
"Yeah..." Mamoru reluctantly turned to the girl in the bedroom doorway. "It was the police
station..."
Usagi frowned. She walked over to where she had placed her clothes from the night before
and unfolded them. "What did they want? I really don't feel like being interrogated today."
"Usako..."
Usagi's skin prickled at the infliction in Mamoru's voice. "Hmmm?" she mumbled, trying to
appear calm.
"A man commited suicide last night."
"What?" Usagi snapped her head up to Mamoru. "That's terrible!" She blinked. "But... what
does that have to do with us?"
"His name was Yamaguchi. His friend, Hirabayashi saw the whole thing." Mamoru's voice
was strained, he didn't even bother to seem tranquil. "Before Yamaguchi pulled the trigger of
the gun he had against his temple, he said to his friend, Hirabayashi..." he took a shaky
breath, "'The girl... Tsukino Usagi... Tell her I'm sorry..."


Author's Notes: *evil grin* Hmm... I wonder what will happen next...? ^_^ See ya guys tomorrow
with chapter 11. Or maybe Sunday... I'm not sure whether I'll have enough time to write tomorrow.
Just to spite you all, I think I'll go to the movies!! Hehe...