Just Like the Field
by Annabelle
abstractress@yahoo.com
http://storybox.virtualave.net/
Author's Notes: We all know how *stiff* Mamoru may seem with Usagi at
times. This is well enough seen throughout the S and Super S series.
This story shows what Mamoru, Usagi, and a third party viewer, that
would be Makoto, reacts to this. It shows how they feel about it, deep
down inside. It focuses most on Usagi, though.
And this shows how such a treatment means so special, deep down
inside between Usagi and Mamoru.
There *is* romance, I assure you.
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"I'm sorry, Usako, but there is something else I have to do.
Bye!"
Makoto watched, fascinated and slightly irritated, as Usagi asked
Mamoru to join them for lunch. Mamoru, naturally, excused himself for
he had other things to do. Usagi just sighed, a little disappointed as
he left her standing in the sidewalk.
"He said no again, didn't he?" Makoto asked as the girl neared
her.
Usagi gave her a strange look, but then, smiled again. Makoto,
for the life of her, couldn't understand why she just did that after
another rejection from her boyfriend. Usagi can manage the darndest
things, she thought.
"Well, yeah. But that's okay. Maybe some other time," Usagi
answered after giving her a cute wink, "That means it's you and I
again. Together for life!"
She looked behind her, "Of course, our trio wouldn't be complete
without Mina-chan. To bad she's gone for the week," she said with a
sigh. But another smile followed, lifting her beautiful face as she
took Makoto's hands, "Off to the Food Court we go, Mako-chan. You and
I!"
"Okay, Usagi-chan," she replied as she allowed herself to be
dragged.
On the way, she started thinking about Mamoru and Usagi. It had
started bothering her a month ago, and she had earlier decided not to
bury deeper into the subject. It was none of her business, she knew.
But the thoughts kept coming back. And she couldn't help but...
'How could he be so inconsiderate?' she asked herself, staring as
Usagi still kept that sunny look on her face. 'And how could she be
just okay with it? If I were her, I'd talk about being fair to each
other.'
In their on-and-off relatonship, it seemed like Usagi loved more,
much more than Mamoru ever did, Makoto concluded. Of course, he had
saved her for how many times, and had died for her before. Maybe he was
willing to die for her again. But, was that all?
Usagi-chan deserved attention and care. The normal wooing of an
ideal boyfriend. The feel of romance and passion, the beauty of a
relationship. But look, there she was, standing by her Mamo-chan, who,
Makoto concluded, would rather have time for washing the dishes than
taking her out.
Why was he so stiff? Couldn't he see how special a girl Usagi-
chan was? The poor girl, on the other hand, waits for him, day and day.
She seemed like a slave, or a puppy, she added. Not minding, even if he
breaks up with her a million times. No, she wouldn't care, and would
still wait for him, loving him, always waiting for him to love her
back.
In public, he wouldn't even do so much as place his hand on her
back, or lay an arm over her shoulder... and she barely saw them kiss.
Sure, there were about a million times, but only whenever he thought
that Usagi was dying, or had nearly died. But she never saw -even just
a peck on the cheek- on normal basis.
Mamoru was taking Usagi-chan for granted, that was sure. But why
was she still holding on? If Makoto was Usagi, she would have told him
about it. Or better yet, maybe she would have broken up with him and
fine someone better, someone who would really care.
"Okay, we're here Mako-chan. Let's not forget to buy a batch of
brownies for Mamo-chan, okay? He needs some snacks when he studies at
afternoons," Usagi reminded her as they entered the mall. 'Mamo-chan'
again? I bet he won't buy you a lollipop if it were for the world!'
Makoto only sighed.
~~~
Some days later, the two were then buying some ice cream. Having
nothing much to do this summer vacation, they always hanged out during
afternoons. They lazily walked the park, watched movies, rented videos,
and all things procrastinate and unbenefitting.
"So," Makoto began, "How's your relationship with Mamoru?"
Usagi looked up from occupying herself with the ice cream cone,
"What do you mean? Our relationship? Yes, it's fine, no troubles,
break-ups and fights, no 'obstacles.'"
"Oh yeah," Makoto muttered sarcastically. Sure, there's no
problems. Aren't you even a little bit depressed about the way he
treats you? I mean, he'd rather--
"Mamo-chan! Over here!"
Makoto sighed as Mamoru came into view, together with the reason
Usagi was suddenly fuming - Chibi-Usa.
"Hello Usako," Mamoru returned as he neared them. But he wasn't
even looking at them. He was busy listening to the child on his
shoulders. Why could he spare time for Chibi-Usa and not for Usagi?
Makoto thought this, frustrated once again.
'Hel-lo, Usa-ko,' Makoto muttered irritatedly in her mind.
"Hey, you little cotton ball, he's *my* boyfriend, not yours!"
Usagi started, hidden in her eyes was a mischievous twinkling only
Makoto noticed. Did Usagi actually enjoy her actual daily sparring with
Chibi-Usa? Does she do those on purpose?
Makoto shook her head, something told her Usagi knew much more
than she was letting on.
"No, he's *mine*! Chibi-Usa argued back, giving her a glare.
"Are you sure?" Usagi asked, suddenly raising her a arms.
And before they knew it, the two were in a flurry of words and
fists. Makoto sweatdropped.
The battle was in it's height when Mamoru stopped them. He slowly
withdrew Chibi-Usa from Usagi, and Makoto was surprised when the pink-
haired child seemed hesitant to leave her future mother's arms.
"Now Usagi, don't do that to Chibi-Usa, you know that she is only
a child," he reprimanded her. And Makoto's mouth dropped open.
Usagi frowned, and to Makoto's endless regret, smiled again,
"Okay, but get ready for me later!" she warned Chibi-Usa, who had a
greedy smile on her face, "You bet, stupid Odango Atama!"
Usagi huffed, took Makoto's hand and began to drag her away
again, "We'll see, bye Mamo-chan!"
But her Mamo-chan didn't see, he was busy talking to Chibi-Usa.
~~~
"Hi, there, Mako-chan."
Makoto looked up from the cookbook she was studying, "Usagi!"
She was in a shaded part of the park that afternoon. Usagi had
retired early, mentioning a special date with Mamoru. Makoto was glad
the man finally treated her right, she deserved it.
But as Usagi came strolling sullenly to her, attired in formal
evening wear, Makoto felt her blood boil again. What happened this
time?
"Come," she whispered as the girl neared her. Her best friend
looked very sad, and she knew who the reason was. "What happened?"
"Mako-chan, his boss at work called him up, and he had to cancel
our date," she answered as she sat beside her and lay a head on her
shoulder.
"What? It wasn't even postponed?" she asked incredulously.
Usagi sighed, "He's too busy, Mako-chan, his schedule wouldn't
allow him to take me out again."
She raised her head from Makoto's shoulder and smiled, "But
that's all right, There will always be a next time, wouldn't there?
After all, it's not like he'll be busy for the rest of his life."
Makoto stared on, Usagi was smiling, for crying out loud! "What
do you mean?"
"I mean, it's okay with me. There's no problem... So, Mako-chan,
would you still like to watch the movie we had planned to view this
week?"
But Makoto ignored Usagi's relentless kindness, "How can you just
smile after that? After all he's been doing to you? He rejects your
offer to eat, you smile. He chooses Chibi-Usa over you, you don't even
look sad for half a second, then you smile. He chooses his JOB and
BOOKS before you, and what? You keep on smiling!"
She didn't take heed of Usagi's gasp, "I'm begining to hate your
smiles. Usagi-chan, how come that's okay with you? How can you be so
indifferent to what he's been doing now? He's always taking you for
granted. If only he knew how special you really are. Don't you want to
show him how you feel?"
Usagi, who was staring at the ground, then faced her, "Mako-
chan..."
~~~
"You mean I can go? Did I hear you right, Mr. Norimasu?"
The humorous old man smiled, "Why of course, Mamoru. You have
been working hard day and night every week. You deserve a break. Let
Kiyo-san here do the work."
Mamoru shook his head, "Oh, that's good to hear... but are you
sure?"
He had cancelled his date with Usagi, and was extremely feeling
guilty for doing it. He also wanted badly to resume the date, since he
missed their times together. Now, if only Norimasu-san was serious...
"Sure as sure will ever be, Mamoru. Now go and have fun with your
girlfriend. I'm sorry I had to interrupt you date."
He slowly smiled, "Thank you very much, Norimasu-san, I will do
just what you had suggested."
With a small salute, he took his jacket and went out to find
Usagi. He remembered offering to take her back home after meeting each
other in the mall's parking lot (that was how they met, due to
Usagi's... overprotective father). But she had only scolded him and
told him to go to work, although she did say something about going to
the park to meet Makoto.
He reached his car and drove to the park. After reaching it in
less than two minutes, he went out and directly headed for the place
where the two girls usually met: on the bench near the center of the
park.
Sneaking, he suddenly had that ridiculous notion to surprise his
Usako. After all, she was probably very disappointed. She would be
delighted to see him back, albeit the thrill and the romantic stealth.
Surely enough, as he neared the place, he saw two familiar heads
of dark brown and honey gold. He immediately smiled at the odangos and
once again recalled how he met her.
Using the way past the trees and shrubs, he made his path toward
them and was prepared to eliminate his plan, when he heard Makoto
speak.
"What? It wasn't even postponed?" They were still talking about
him! So he strained his ears to hear them.
"He's too busy, Mako-chan, his schedule wouldn't allow him to
take me out again."
Usagi spoke again, "But that's all right, There will always be a
next time, wouldn't there? After all, it's not like he'll be busy for
the rest of his life."
She was so considerate. He wished he could tell her that. But the
direction of their conversation caught him. 'Usako,' he whispered to
himself, and the guilt he had came back again. He felt immobile as he
found himself wanting to eavesdrop more. He needed to know what she
felt.
He watched as Usagi started staring at the ground, and Makoto,
who was in a seeming fit of inner rage questioned her once again, "What
do you mean?"
"I mean, it's okay with me. There's no problem... So, Mako-chan,
would you still like to watch the movie we had planned to view this
week?"
Makoto suddenly made Usagi face her, "How can you just smile
after that? After all he's been doing to you? He rejects your offer to
eat, you smile. He choses Chibi-Usa over you, you don't even look sad
for half a second, then you smile. He chooses his JOB and BOOKS before
you, and what? You keep on smiling!"
He gasped, but immediately kept to himself. And he listened as
they continued on with their talk.
"I'm begining to hate your smiles. Usagi-chan, how come that's
okay with you? How can you be so indifferent to what he's been doing
now? He's always taking you for granted. If only he knew how special
you really are. Don't you want to show him how you feel?"
He flinched and took notice of his mistake. Was he that bad? Yet
he never really knew...
~~~
"Well?" the auburn-haired girl urged.
"Mako-chan, I love him, and he loves me. That is something I, of
all people, know," Usagi replied, smiling.
Makoto snorted, "Loves you? Well then, if ever he is, I'm not
buying his so-called 'love.' He can't even place an arm around you in
public! Is he ashamed of you?"
"Mako-chan!" Usagi almost looked hurt.
"Don't blame me, Usagi-chan. It seems that way to me whenever I
see you two. Why, he even acts better around Chibi-Usa than around you.
When the girl's around, you can't expect him to even *hear* a word you
say. What do you think would I understand?"
"Mako, Chibi-Usa is only a child."
Makoto stopped from her train of thoughts. Usagi? Defending
Chibi-Usa? She then turned to meet her friend's eyes. And she gasped.
There, within those cerulean depths, was an understanding knowledge she
had never seen before. Unlike the Usagi who was usually so ignorant and
klutzy, she saw a woman who was very much mature and knew more than
Makoto ever would.
Her observation was cut short when Usagi gave a beautiful smile,
"Chibi-Usa needs all the help and encouragement she can get. And I can
understand why Mamo-chan is so attached with her. She needs him a lot
more than I do. She's in training, remember? And she's only beginning
to journey through her missions - at a very young age.
"The child is really very insecure, Mako-chan; she's scared of
failure, of not being able to achieve her dreams. And I think Mamo-chan
is just the right person to relieve her of her fear. With him, she
feels safe and happy, secure. And I bid her all the time she gets with
Mamo-chan."
Makoto didn't want to understand the light in her words, but knew
that it was very much true and that acceptance was the only answer. Yet
still, "But what about you?"
Usagi stated staring at the lake, "Mako-chan, that's all right
with me, because it is right. Chibi-Usa and I have a secret language,
which, I think, is better than how she and Mamo-chan relates.
"I am always the one who could make her angry, and make her
enjoy. And she riles me up as well. She needs my klutziness to lighten
the seriousness of every situation in her life. When she feels lonely,
all she has to do is shout an insult at me, and whenever we fight, she
forgets her troubles. I love her Mako-chan, and I know that she loves
me. She knows I'm her Mama, and I very much want the best for her."
Usagi spoke with such wisdom and love for the child that Makoto
found herself nodding in agreement. So that was what she felt in the
argument she had seen earlier. But something told her that there was
more, and she needed to know what it was. She also knew that Usagi was
telling things -and showing sides of her- that she had never revealed
to anyone yet.
"So that rests Chibi-Usa, Usagi-chan. But what about the rest?
What about Mamoru? You know how he acts, I know you do. You already
know what I'm thinking, yet, how do you bear with it?"
It was Usagi who faced Makoto to her now, "Mako-chan, Mamo-chan
is someone special. He's different from other men, that's why I'm with
him."
At Makoto's questioning look, she continued. "Look at those
flowers. Why do they grow in the field? Because if they grow underneath
a tree, they won't get enough sunlight. The size and place of the tree
won't allow them to live.
"That's why they grow in the meadows, where they receive full
rain and sunlight. Every garden starts with a field. They won't live in
another place, because that's where they belong, that's the only place
where they could live. And they would turn into a meadow, and into a
garden. If ever they are taken to another place, they won't blossom
well, and won't be as beautiful as the flowers in the field."
She took Makoto's hand, "Just like me and Mamo-chan, Makoto.
That's why I'm here, I am the field. Mamoru grew up lonely and
desolate. He was a wayward child, and pain found its way to him at a
young age. As he grew, he learned to hide his feelings, to feel
indifferent to the chaos, and to grow numb to the pain.
"He is used to people leaving him, to happiness always deserting
him. He's scared, Mako-chan. He's scared that if he loves too much, he
might grow attached to the person. When the person goes away, he'd be
like a child again, pained and crying."
Makoto's silence found her and she knew Makoto was understanding,
so she decided to go on, "He's used to not showing his feelings, to
love a person in silence. He's weak when it comes to emotions because
that was what fear gave him."
"And that's why I'm here, Mako-chan. Because I am the only one
who can understand, who knows him. Just like the field. Other people
won't understand him, and he won't live with just them. They won't
understand his silence, his cover-up indifference. I'm here because I
understand, I know. Just like a flower. If he grows in another place,
he won't be content and happy, he won't bloom like he would in a field,
like he would with me. There wouldn't be a meadow or a garden, there
wouldn't be happiness."
The sky started darkening, and dark clouds started obscuring the
sky, but they ignored it. Usagi only stood up and went near to the
meadow, letting Makoto comprehend her words. Makoto only stared dumbly
as her best friend came back with a flower in her hand.
"Mako-chan, even if we were made to choose a hundred times, it
would always end up best here," she said, motioning to the meadow, "And
even if you ask me to choose between a hundred more fashionable, more
affectionate, and more passionate men, I would always end up with Mamo-
chan. For without the flowers, the field would be desolate and barren,
an unlikely sight. What will become of me? And just like me, I know
he'd feel the same."
She gave the flower to Makoto, "Because if he didn't, then there
wouldn't be a meadow, nor a beautiful garden, there would only be an
empty field."
Makoto accepted the flower an found herself staring at it.
Usagi's passionate words struck a nerve within her, and she suddenly
felt like crying. How could she have doubted the girl? When she,
herself, was an epitome of purity? When she had saved many people from
the turmoil and trouble of their lives several times before? And she
found herself wanting to listen more.
"I'm meant for him and he was meant for me."
Usagi lifted her feet on the chair and placed her hands around
her knees, leaning on them, "Another thing is Tuxedo Mask," she said
with a wistful smile. "Tuxedo Mask is Mamo-chan's other side. I've
always known, from the very beginning, what the purpose of that mask
is. Clearly, it is his disguise. That's the answer, but there's more to
things than that.
"Through the mask, he can kiss me without any hesitation, through
the mask, he would sweep me off my feet. That is because I can't see
his face. He uses his mask to express things he couldn't normally say
or show. Because when he's in the mask, people won't see him, in the
darkness, no one would see his mistakes. He uses it, he uses it to love
me."
Usagi's eyes started to water as well, and her eyes started
getting cloudy, "I... I once asked him if he loved... Chibi-Usa more
than me. He - he didn't answer Mako-chan."
Makoto's teary eyes met her, "But I am not afraid Mako-chan,
because I know... I know that he loves me. He doesn't need to tell me,
although he told me that only twice in our whole relationship. But he
doesn't need to, because he also knows I love him."
The wind started blowing loudly, and the tears started falling,
"Mako-chan, every smile he gives me tells me that he truly cares. That,
I know. Every single touch at my hand tells me that he will be there
for me. I don't need the words... Every time he looks at me, he already
tells me he loves me.
"He doesn't need to tell me," she added, trying to smile,
"because I already know."
"When he says nothing, he tells me everything. When he ignores
me, he's actually thinking of me. When he laughs at me, he is actually
admiring me. Mako-chan, that's why we love each other, because we
understand."
She once again motioned towards the field, "Unlike what you may
think, in our relationship, he is the fragile and the weak one; he is
the flower. And without me, he would be nothing, as I would be without
him; for I am the field."
She turned to Makoto once again, "He doesn't take me for granted.
For I know that, to him, I am really the most precious thing in the
world. And I won't take him for granted, nor would I stop chasing after
him, or giving him 'super hugs', or barraging into him. Because to him,
every single moment, every cheer, every 'Mamo-chan!' is special. He
might not show it, because I am the only one who knows why, which for
him, is enough. And that's that."
The wind was now at its peak, and Usagi's hair started blowing
wildly in the wind. But neither of the two spoke, only stared at each
other.
"Usagi..." Makoto whispered as she started, "I'm sorry... I never
knew..." She shook her head and stared at the ground, suddenly
embarrased.
Usagi placed a hand on her cheek and raised it, "I don't blame
you. It would always seem like that to most people."
"But how could I have doubted you? And Mamoru-san? Yet, now..."
Makoto smiled. "I think I already know. And understand. Usagi-chan,
you're different, and I admire you more now.
"Tell Mamoru-san he has my respects... and my blessings. I know
there won't be anyone special enough for you."
Usagi smiled despite the fat drops of rain starting to pour on
her, "That's okay. How can I not tell you? You're one of my best
friends, you should know."
They both stood up, then. And the two held hands. They didn't
need to talk, for both already knew what was to be said, and both
deeply understood.
Makoto now held deep respect for her princess, and an
understanding that was so deep, it made her want to cry. She knew, now.
And there was no need to worry. Usagi was a big girl already, she knew
that, now. She had her own mind, which was more perceptive and wise
than she ever thought possible. So she smiled, "Domo arigato, Usagi-
chan. I wish the best for you."
"Arigato, too, Mako-chan. Thank you very much," she replied, her
eyes sparkling.
Suddenly, all the seriousness was gone, as if blown with the
wind. Usagi had that silly and childlike look in her eyes again, "Now
we're both wet. I guess that movie will have to wait next time."
Makoto laughed, "You're right."
"Well, Mako-chan. I'd have to say, 'Together Forever' again,"
Usagi said, laughing as well.
At Makoto's nod, both burst into chortles of happiness and glee.
"Well, Mako-chan, you better start going home now, or I fear you
might catch a cold," she said, a warning, yet still humorous tone in
her voice.
"I will, as long as you start heading on your way as well," she
countered.
"Okay! I will! Bye Mako-chan!" she shouted, shooing her away.
Makoto gave her an affectionate wink and bade her goodbye as
well, giving her one last, long look before fading from the distant
fog.
Usagi kept on waving until Makoto was gone. She sighed as her
friend disappeared. 'Mako-chan, thanks for understanding,' she
whispered in her mind. She then glanced at her wet dress. She groaned
as she turned around, "It's ruined! Oh, well Mom can always fix things
through the worst disasters..."
Her words were frozen into her throat as she saw the person who
was before her, "Mamo-chan!"
He still wore his suit from earlier that afternoon, and it was
likewise dripping wet, as was the rest of him. But she never noticed
that, all that her eyes were centered on was his face.
He was crying.
"Usako..." he whispered brokenly as she ran into his arms.
He held on to her tightly, "I'm sorry, Usako... I'm sorry for
never really being open with you..." he started chanting as his tears
miserably fell from his face.
He heard everything, and was shocked at the intensity of her
words, of the real power she had over him. Every single word she had
said was clearly reality. How could he have been so blind? Why hadn't
he been able enough to trust her? She was everything, and now, more
than ever, he knew that she didn't get even half of what she deserved
from him. It was true, and now, he knew that he needed her as much as
she needed him. Warm love, gratitude and happiness filled him.
What they had was special. And she understood him.
He drew in a choke when she looked up from his embrace and
started wiping his tears, "Mamo-chan, you heard?"
He nodded in her hands, he knew what he had to do now. He needed
the words, "Everything," he said softly, not minding the lack of
eloquency. She needed to hear how he felt, "I'm sorry, Usako. I love
you so much... I never knew. I never realized..."
She silenced him with her finger, knowing how hard it might be
for him, "Shh... you know you don't have to say those, Mamo-chan. You
already know I understand."
"But I have to," he insisted, "I want you to know that I love
you, too. That there is nothing in the world that would ever compare to
you. I am nothing without you, Usako, and I never really told you. All
you said were true, and how you told Makoto everything... It made me
think I didn't deserve you."
Usagi was crying, "I love you, too, Mamo-chan. Please, don't
think that way. Just like the field, remember?"
He nodded, "Just like the field. Usako, I won't live without you.
I'm sorry for all those times. I should have told you everything, and
made you see how I really felt for you. I never should have doubted
you."
"You didn't have to, I already knew," she said, smiling.
"Then you deserve so much more than me," he said, looking down at
her. He hated his words, no matter how true they were. Of he was asked,
he'd choose her over a million more sophisticated and older women. He
was hers, and he could only wish that she would allow herself to be his
again.
True joy filled his eyes as she shook her head, "No, I only
deserve you."
His tears started falling again, "I love you, Tsukino Usagi. I
never told you this much, but now I tell you, with all my heart, I love
you," he whispered fiercely.
"I love you, too," she said again, before the two met in a kiss.
An old couple with umbrellas was walking in the same direction,
and Mamoru noticed this. But instead of breaking away from the kiss,
like he usually did, he ignored them now. He wasn't -was never- ashamed
to be seen with her.
Her words had touched him, she knew more about him than he had
ever imagined. She was rare treasure, she was everything. And he now
knew why she loved him, and why he loved her as well.
He was proud of her.
And he was never going to take her for granted again.
When they both broke from their kiss, they were smiling happily
despite the rain and the drenched clothes. When they both turned, they
saw the couple who was passing by staring at them.
Mamoru placed a possessive arm around Usagi's waist and drew her
closer to him, "This is my girlfriend, Tsukino Usagi, and I love her
very much."
Usagi gasped in surprise, but happiness was evident in her face.
The couple smiled, even though what Mamoru and Usagi were doing
seemed rude. The man said, "Good luck with the brilliant young lady,
young man."
Mamoru smiled, "Thank you, I'll be needing it. She deserves
everything in the world," and he ignored Usagi's second gasp.
The couple nodded and walked off, talking happily. And Mamoru
turned to Usagi with pride, happiness, love and passion in his eyes,
"Allow me, Princess?"
She nodded and laughed as he transformed into Tuxedo Mask, swept
her up in his arms and carried her away.
Just like the flower.
Just like the field.
End of Just Like the Field
"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's the Truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best
When you say nothing at all."
-When You Say Nothing At All
by Alisson Kraus
"The heart has reasons that Reason does not know."
-Blaise Pascal
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Just Like the Field - Read Me
In Sailor Moon Super S, Usagi did ask Mamoru who we loved more between
her and Chibi-Usa
Starting from the S series, Mamoru seemed considerably stiff. This is
very noticeable, yet at the same time, mind arousing. The Anime Mamoru
was very different from how he was made in the manga.
He CAN woo, though, as seen in the S episode where he forgot about
Usagi's birthday. (I'm writing another fic about that)
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Just Like the Field - Author's Notes
Well, that was it! This fic was inspired while watching one of
the S episodes, where Mamoru-san rejected Usagi's offer to go off
some place. Come on, admit it. Chiba Mamoru isn't a man of
emotional words. I just thought that maybe I can explain why he
can act so irritating at times, and why Usagi-chan accepts this
well without much complaint. So this came out of it. I hope you
enjoyed it.
- Annabelle
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by Annabelle
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Author's Notes: We all know how *stiff* Mamoru may seem with Usagi at
times. This is well enough seen throughout the S and Super S series.
This story shows what Mamoru, Usagi, and a third party viewer, that
would be Makoto, reacts to this. It shows how they feel about it, deep
down inside. It focuses most on Usagi, though.
And this shows how such a treatment means so special, deep down
inside between Usagi and Mamoru.
There *is* romance, I assure you.
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"I'm sorry, Usako, but there is something else I have to do.
Bye!"
Makoto watched, fascinated and slightly irritated, as Usagi asked
Mamoru to join them for lunch. Mamoru, naturally, excused himself for
he had other things to do. Usagi just sighed, a little disappointed as
he left her standing in the sidewalk.
"He said no again, didn't he?" Makoto asked as the girl neared
her.
Usagi gave her a strange look, but then, smiled again. Makoto,
for the life of her, couldn't understand why she just did that after
another rejection from her boyfriend. Usagi can manage the darndest
things, she thought.
"Well, yeah. But that's okay. Maybe some other time," Usagi
answered after giving her a cute wink, "That means it's you and I
again. Together for life!"
She looked behind her, "Of course, our trio wouldn't be complete
without Mina-chan. To bad she's gone for the week," she said with a
sigh. But another smile followed, lifting her beautiful face as she
took Makoto's hands, "Off to the Food Court we go, Mako-chan. You and
I!"
"Okay, Usagi-chan," she replied as she allowed herself to be
dragged.
On the way, she started thinking about Mamoru and Usagi. It had
started bothering her a month ago, and she had earlier decided not to
bury deeper into the subject. It was none of her business, she knew.
But the thoughts kept coming back. And she couldn't help but...
'How could he be so inconsiderate?' she asked herself, staring as
Usagi still kept that sunny look on her face. 'And how could she be
just okay with it? If I were her, I'd talk about being fair to each
other.'
In their on-and-off relatonship, it seemed like Usagi loved more,
much more than Mamoru ever did, Makoto concluded. Of course, he had
saved her for how many times, and had died for her before. Maybe he was
willing to die for her again. But, was that all?
Usagi-chan deserved attention and care. The normal wooing of an
ideal boyfriend. The feel of romance and passion, the beauty of a
relationship. But look, there she was, standing by her Mamo-chan, who,
Makoto concluded, would rather have time for washing the dishes than
taking her out.
Why was he so stiff? Couldn't he see how special a girl Usagi-
chan was? The poor girl, on the other hand, waits for him, day and day.
She seemed like a slave, or a puppy, she added. Not minding, even if he
breaks up with her a million times. No, she wouldn't care, and would
still wait for him, loving him, always waiting for him to love her
back.
In public, he wouldn't even do so much as place his hand on her
back, or lay an arm over her shoulder... and she barely saw them kiss.
Sure, there were about a million times, but only whenever he thought
that Usagi was dying, or had nearly died. But she never saw -even just
a peck on the cheek- on normal basis.
Mamoru was taking Usagi-chan for granted, that was sure. But why
was she still holding on? If Makoto was Usagi, she would have told him
about it. Or better yet, maybe she would have broken up with him and
fine someone better, someone who would really care.
"Okay, we're here Mako-chan. Let's not forget to buy a batch of
brownies for Mamo-chan, okay? He needs some snacks when he studies at
afternoons," Usagi reminded her as they entered the mall. 'Mamo-chan'
again? I bet he won't buy you a lollipop if it were for the world!'
Makoto only sighed.
~~~
Some days later, the two were then buying some ice cream. Having
nothing much to do this summer vacation, they always hanged out during
afternoons. They lazily walked the park, watched movies, rented videos,
and all things procrastinate and unbenefitting.
"So," Makoto began, "How's your relationship with Mamoru?"
Usagi looked up from occupying herself with the ice cream cone,
"What do you mean? Our relationship? Yes, it's fine, no troubles,
break-ups and fights, no 'obstacles.'"
"Oh yeah," Makoto muttered sarcastically. Sure, there's no
problems. Aren't you even a little bit depressed about the way he
treats you? I mean, he'd rather--
"Mamo-chan! Over here!"
Makoto sighed as Mamoru came into view, together with the reason
Usagi was suddenly fuming - Chibi-Usa.
"Hello Usako," Mamoru returned as he neared them. But he wasn't
even looking at them. He was busy listening to the child on his
shoulders. Why could he spare time for Chibi-Usa and not for Usagi?
Makoto thought this, frustrated once again.
'Hel-lo, Usa-ko,' Makoto muttered irritatedly in her mind.
"Hey, you little cotton ball, he's *my* boyfriend, not yours!"
Usagi started, hidden in her eyes was a mischievous twinkling only
Makoto noticed. Did Usagi actually enjoy her actual daily sparring with
Chibi-Usa? Does she do those on purpose?
Makoto shook her head, something told her Usagi knew much more
than she was letting on.
"No, he's *mine*! Chibi-Usa argued back, giving her a glare.
"Are you sure?" Usagi asked, suddenly raising her a arms.
And before they knew it, the two were in a flurry of words and
fists. Makoto sweatdropped.
The battle was in it's height when Mamoru stopped them. He slowly
withdrew Chibi-Usa from Usagi, and Makoto was surprised when the pink-
haired child seemed hesitant to leave her future mother's arms.
"Now Usagi, don't do that to Chibi-Usa, you know that she is only
a child," he reprimanded her. And Makoto's mouth dropped open.
Usagi frowned, and to Makoto's endless regret, smiled again,
"Okay, but get ready for me later!" she warned Chibi-Usa, who had a
greedy smile on her face, "You bet, stupid Odango Atama!"
Usagi huffed, took Makoto's hand and began to drag her away
again, "We'll see, bye Mamo-chan!"
But her Mamo-chan didn't see, he was busy talking to Chibi-Usa.
~~~
"Hi, there, Mako-chan."
Makoto looked up from the cookbook she was studying, "Usagi!"
She was in a shaded part of the park that afternoon. Usagi had
retired early, mentioning a special date with Mamoru. Makoto was glad
the man finally treated her right, she deserved it.
But as Usagi came strolling sullenly to her, attired in formal
evening wear, Makoto felt her blood boil again. What happened this
time?
"Come," she whispered as the girl neared her. Her best friend
looked very sad, and she knew who the reason was. "What happened?"
"Mako-chan, his boss at work called him up, and he had to cancel
our date," she answered as she sat beside her and lay a head on her
shoulder.
"What? It wasn't even postponed?" she asked incredulously.
Usagi sighed, "He's too busy, Mako-chan, his schedule wouldn't
allow him to take me out again."
She raised her head from Makoto's shoulder and smiled, "But
that's all right, There will always be a next time, wouldn't there?
After all, it's not like he'll be busy for the rest of his life."
Makoto stared on, Usagi was smiling, for crying out loud! "What
do you mean?"
"I mean, it's okay with me. There's no problem... So, Mako-chan,
would you still like to watch the movie we had planned to view this
week?"
But Makoto ignored Usagi's relentless kindness, "How can you just
smile after that? After all he's been doing to you? He rejects your
offer to eat, you smile. He chooses Chibi-Usa over you, you don't even
look sad for half a second, then you smile. He chooses his JOB and
BOOKS before you, and what? You keep on smiling!"
She didn't take heed of Usagi's gasp, "I'm begining to hate your
smiles. Usagi-chan, how come that's okay with you? How can you be so
indifferent to what he's been doing now? He's always taking you for
granted. If only he knew how special you really are. Don't you want to
show him how you feel?"
Usagi, who was staring at the ground, then faced her, "Mako-
chan..."
~~~
"You mean I can go? Did I hear you right, Mr. Norimasu?"
The humorous old man smiled, "Why of course, Mamoru. You have
been working hard day and night every week. You deserve a break. Let
Kiyo-san here do the work."
Mamoru shook his head, "Oh, that's good to hear... but are you
sure?"
He had cancelled his date with Usagi, and was extremely feeling
guilty for doing it. He also wanted badly to resume the date, since he
missed their times together. Now, if only Norimasu-san was serious...
"Sure as sure will ever be, Mamoru. Now go and have fun with your
girlfriend. I'm sorry I had to interrupt you date."
He slowly smiled, "Thank you very much, Norimasu-san, I will do
just what you had suggested."
With a small salute, he took his jacket and went out to find
Usagi. He remembered offering to take her back home after meeting each
other in the mall's parking lot (that was how they met, due to
Usagi's... overprotective father). But she had only scolded him and
told him to go to work, although she did say something about going to
the park to meet Makoto.
He reached his car and drove to the park. After reaching it in
less than two minutes, he went out and directly headed for the place
where the two girls usually met: on the bench near the center of the
park.
Sneaking, he suddenly had that ridiculous notion to surprise his
Usako. After all, she was probably very disappointed. She would be
delighted to see him back, albeit the thrill and the romantic stealth.
Surely enough, as he neared the place, he saw two familiar heads
of dark brown and honey gold. He immediately smiled at the odangos and
once again recalled how he met her.
Using the way past the trees and shrubs, he made his path toward
them and was prepared to eliminate his plan, when he heard Makoto
speak.
"What? It wasn't even postponed?" They were still talking about
him! So he strained his ears to hear them.
"He's too busy, Mako-chan, his schedule wouldn't allow him to
take me out again."
Usagi spoke again, "But that's all right, There will always be a
next time, wouldn't there? After all, it's not like he'll be busy for
the rest of his life."
She was so considerate. He wished he could tell her that. But the
direction of their conversation caught him. 'Usako,' he whispered to
himself, and the guilt he had came back again. He felt immobile as he
found himself wanting to eavesdrop more. He needed to know what she
felt.
He watched as Usagi started staring at the ground, and Makoto,
who was in a seeming fit of inner rage questioned her once again, "What
do you mean?"
"I mean, it's okay with me. There's no problem... So, Mako-chan,
would you still like to watch the movie we had planned to view this
week?"
Makoto suddenly made Usagi face her, "How can you just smile
after that? After all he's been doing to you? He rejects your offer to
eat, you smile. He choses Chibi-Usa over you, you don't even look sad
for half a second, then you smile. He chooses his JOB and BOOKS before
you, and what? You keep on smiling!"
He gasped, but immediately kept to himself. And he listened as
they continued on with their talk.
"I'm begining to hate your smiles. Usagi-chan, how come that's
okay with you? How can you be so indifferent to what he's been doing
now? He's always taking you for granted. If only he knew how special
you really are. Don't you want to show him how you feel?"
He flinched and took notice of his mistake. Was he that bad? Yet
he never really knew...
~~~
"Well?" the auburn-haired girl urged.
"Mako-chan, I love him, and he loves me. That is something I, of
all people, know," Usagi replied, smiling.
Makoto snorted, "Loves you? Well then, if ever he is, I'm not
buying his so-called 'love.' He can't even place an arm around you in
public! Is he ashamed of you?"
"Mako-chan!" Usagi almost looked hurt.
"Don't blame me, Usagi-chan. It seems that way to me whenever I
see you two. Why, he even acts better around Chibi-Usa than around you.
When the girl's around, you can't expect him to even *hear* a word you
say. What do you think would I understand?"
"Mako, Chibi-Usa is only a child."
Makoto stopped from her train of thoughts. Usagi? Defending
Chibi-Usa? She then turned to meet her friend's eyes. And she gasped.
There, within those cerulean depths, was an understanding knowledge she
had never seen before. Unlike the Usagi who was usually so ignorant and
klutzy, she saw a woman who was very much mature and knew more than
Makoto ever would.
Her observation was cut short when Usagi gave a beautiful smile,
"Chibi-Usa needs all the help and encouragement she can get. And I can
understand why Mamo-chan is so attached with her. She needs him a lot
more than I do. She's in training, remember? And she's only beginning
to journey through her missions - at a very young age.
"The child is really very insecure, Mako-chan; she's scared of
failure, of not being able to achieve her dreams. And I think Mamo-chan
is just the right person to relieve her of her fear. With him, she
feels safe and happy, secure. And I bid her all the time she gets with
Mamo-chan."
Makoto didn't want to understand the light in her words, but knew
that it was very much true and that acceptance was the only answer. Yet
still, "But what about you?"
Usagi stated staring at the lake, "Mako-chan, that's all right
with me, because it is right. Chibi-Usa and I have a secret language,
which, I think, is better than how she and Mamo-chan relates.
"I am always the one who could make her angry, and make her
enjoy. And she riles me up as well. She needs my klutziness to lighten
the seriousness of every situation in her life. When she feels lonely,
all she has to do is shout an insult at me, and whenever we fight, she
forgets her troubles. I love her Mako-chan, and I know that she loves
me. She knows I'm her Mama, and I very much want the best for her."
Usagi spoke with such wisdom and love for the child that Makoto
found herself nodding in agreement. So that was what she felt in the
argument she had seen earlier. But something told her that there was
more, and she needed to know what it was. She also knew that Usagi was
telling things -and showing sides of her- that she had never revealed
to anyone yet.
"So that rests Chibi-Usa, Usagi-chan. But what about the rest?
What about Mamoru? You know how he acts, I know you do. You already
know what I'm thinking, yet, how do you bear with it?"
It was Usagi who faced Makoto to her now, "Mako-chan, Mamo-chan
is someone special. He's different from other men, that's why I'm with
him."
At Makoto's questioning look, she continued. "Look at those
flowers. Why do they grow in the field? Because if they grow underneath
a tree, they won't get enough sunlight. The size and place of the tree
won't allow them to live.
"That's why they grow in the meadows, where they receive full
rain and sunlight. Every garden starts with a field. They won't live in
another place, because that's where they belong, that's the only place
where they could live. And they would turn into a meadow, and into a
garden. If ever they are taken to another place, they won't blossom
well, and won't be as beautiful as the flowers in the field."
She took Makoto's hand, "Just like me and Mamo-chan, Makoto.
That's why I'm here, I am the field. Mamoru grew up lonely and
desolate. He was a wayward child, and pain found its way to him at a
young age. As he grew, he learned to hide his feelings, to feel
indifferent to the chaos, and to grow numb to the pain.
"He is used to people leaving him, to happiness always deserting
him. He's scared, Mako-chan. He's scared that if he loves too much, he
might grow attached to the person. When the person goes away, he'd be
like a child again, pained and crying."
Makoto's silence found her and she knew Makoto was understanding,
so she decided to go on, "He's used to not showing his feelings, to
love a person in silence. He's weak when it comes to emotions because
that was what fear gave him."
"And that's why I'm here, Mako-chan. Because I am the only one
who can understand, who knows him. Just like the field. Other people
won't understand him, and he won't live with just them. They won't
understand his silence, his cover-up indifference. I'm here because I
understand, I know. Just like a flower. If he grows in another place,
he won't be content and happy, he won't bloom like he would in a field,
like he would with me. There wouldn't be a meadow or a garden, there
wouldn't be happiness."
The sky started darkening, and dark clouds started obscuring the
sky, but they ignored it. Usagi only stood up and went near to the
meadow, letting Makoto comprehend her words. Makoto only stared dumbly
as her best friend came back with a flower in her hand.
"Mako-chan, even if we were made to choose a hundred times, it
would always end up best here," she said, motioning to the meadow, "And
even if you ask me to choose between a hundred more fashionable, more
affectionate, and more passionate men, I would always end up with Mamo-
chan. For without the flowers, the field would be desolate and barren,
an unlikely sight. What will become of me? And just like me, I know
he'd feel the same."
She gave the flower to Makoto, "Because if he didn't, then there
wouldn't be a meadow, nor a beautiful garden, there would only be an
empty field."
Makoto accepted the flower an found herself staring at it.
Usagi's passionate words struck a nerve within her, and she suddenly
felt like crying. How could she have doubted the girl? When she,
herself, was an epitome of purity? When she had saved many people from
the turmoil and trouble of their lives several times before? And she
found herself wanting to listen more.
"I'm meant for him and he was meant for me."
Usagi lifted her feet on the chair and placed her hands around
her knees, leaning on them, "Another thing is Tuxedo Mask," she said
with a wistful smile. "Tuxedo Mask is Mamo-chan's other side. I've
always known, from the very beginning, what the purpose of that mask
is. Clearly, it is his disguise. That's the answer, but there's more to
things than that.
"Through the mask, he can kiss me without any hesitation, through
the mask, he would sweep me off my feet. That is because I can't see
his face. He uses his mask to express things he couldn't normally say
or show. Because when he's in the mask, people won't see him, in the
darkness, no one would see his mistakes. He uses it, he uses it to love
me."
Usagi's eyes started to water as well, and her eyes started
getting cloudy, "I... I once asked him if he loved... Chibi-Usa more
than me. He - he didn't answer Mako-chan."
Makoto's teary eyes met her, "But I am not afraid Mako-chan,
because I know... I know that he loves me. He doesn't need to tell me,
although he told me that only twice in our whole relationship. But he
doesn't need to, because he also knows I love him."
The wind started blowing loudly, and the tears started falling,
"Mako-chan, every smile he gives me tells me that he truly cares. That,
I know. Every single touch at my hand tells me that he will be there
for me. I don't need the words... Every time he looks at me, he already
tells me he loves me.
"He doesn't need to tell me," she added, trying to smile,
"because I already know."
"When he says nothing, he tells me everything. When he ignores
me, he's actually thinking of me. When he laughs at me, he is actually
admiring me. Mako-chan, that's why we love each other, because we
understand."
She once again motioned towards the field, "Unlike what you may
think, in our relationship, he is the fragile and the weak one; he is
the flower. And without me, he would be nothing, as I would be without
him; for I am the field."
She turned to Makoto once again, "He doesn't take me for granted.
For I know that, to him, I am really the most precious thing in the
world. And I won't take him for granted, nor would I stop chasing after
him, or giving him 'super hugs', or barraging into him. Because to him,
every single moment, every cheer, every 'Mamo-chan!' is special. He
might not show it, because I am the only one who knows why, which for
him, is enough. And that's that."
The wind was now at its peak, and Usagi's hair started blowing
wildly in the wind. But neither of the two spoke, only stared at each
other.
"Usagi..." Makoto whispered as she started, "I'm sorry... I never
knew..." She shook her head and stared at the ground, suddenly
embarrased.
Usagi placed a hand on her cheek and raised it, "I don't blame
you. It would always seem like that to most people."
"But how could I have doubted you? And Mamoru-san? Yet, now..."
Makoto smiled. "I think I already know. And understand. Usagi-chan,
you're different, and I admire you more now.
"Tell Mamoru-san he has my respects... and my blessings. I know
there won't be anyone special enough for you."
Usagi smiled despite the fat drops of rain starting to pour on
her, "That's okay. How can I not tell you? You're one of my best
friends, you should know."
They both stood up, then. And the two held hands. They didn't
need to talk, for both already knew what was to be said, and both
deeply understood.
Makoto now held deep respect for her princess, and an
understanding that was so deep, it made her want to cry. She knew, now.
And there was no need to worry. Usagi was a big girl already, she knew
that, now. She had her own mind, which was more perceptive and wise
than she ever thought possible. So she smiled, "Domo arigato, Usagi-
chan. I wish the best for you."
"Arigato, too, Mako-chan. Thank you very much," she replied, her
eyes sparkling.
Suddenly, all the seriousness was gone, as if blown with the
wind. Usagi had that silly and childlike look in her eyes again, "Now
we're both wet. I guess that movie will have to wait next time."
Makoto laughed, "You're right."
"Well, Mako-chan. I'd have to say, 'Together Forever' again,"
Usagi said, laughing as well.
At Makoto's nod, both burst into chortles of happiness and glee.
"Well, Mako-chan, you better start going home now, or I fear you
might catch a cold," she said, a warning, yet still humorous tone in
her voice.
"I will, as long as you start heading on your way as well," she
countered.
"Okay! I will! Bye Mako-chan!" she shouted, shooing her away.
Makoto gave her an affectionate wink and bade her goodbye as
well, giving her one last, long look before fading from the distant
fog.
Usagi kept on waving until Makoto was gone. She sighed as her
friend disappeared. 'Mako-chan, thanks for understanding,' she
whispered in her mind. She then glanced at her wet dress. She groaned
as she turned around, "It's ruined! Oh, well Mom can always fix things
through the worst disasters..."
Her words were frozen into her throat as she saw the person who
was before her, "Mamo-chan!"
He still wore his suit from earlier that afternoon, and it was
likewise dripping wet, as was the rest of him. But she never noticed
that, all that her eyes were centered on was his face.
He was crying.
"Usako..." he whispered brokenly as she ran into his arms.
He held on to her tightly, "I'm sorry, Usako... I'm sorry for
never really being open with you..." he started chanting as his tears
miserably fell from his face.
He heard everything, and was shocked at the intensity of her
words, of the real power she had over him. Every single word she had
said was clearly reality. How could he have been so blind? Why hadn't
he been able enough to trust her? She was everything, and now, more
than ever, he knew that she didn't get even half of what she deserved
from him. It was true, and now, he knew that he needed her as much as
she needed him. Warm love, gratitude and happiness filled him.
What they had was special. And she understood him.
He drew in a choke when she looked up from his embrace and
started wiping his tears, "Mamo-chan, you heard?"
He nodded in her hands, he knew what he had to do now. He needed
the words, "Everything," he said softly, not minding the lack of
eloquency. She needed to hear how he felt, "I'm sorry, Usako. I love
you so much... I never knew. I never realized..."
She silenced him with her finger, knowing how hard it might be
for him, "Shh... you know you don't have to say those, Mamo-chan. You
already know I understand."
"But I have to," he insisted, "I want you to know that I love
you, too. That there is nothing in the world that would ever compare to
you. I am nothing without you, Usako, and I never really told you. All
you said were true, and how you told Makoto everything... It made me
think I didn't deserve you."
Usagi was crying, "I love you, too, Mamo-chan. Please, don't
think that way. Just like the field, remember?"
He nodded, "Just like the field. Usako, I won't live without you.
I'm sorry for all those times. I should have told you everything, and
made you see how I really felt for you. I never should have doubted
you."
"You didn't have to, I already knew," she said, smiling.
"Then you deserve so much more than me," he said, looking down at
her. He hated his words, no matter how true they were. Of he was asked,
he'd choose her over a million more sophisticated and older women. He
was hers, and he could only wish that she would allow herself to be his
again.
True joy filled his eyes as she shook her head, "No, I only
deserve you."
His tears started falling again, "I love you, Tsukino Usagi. I
never told you this much, but now I tell you, with all my heart, I love
you," he whispered fiercely.
"I love you, too," she said again, before the two met in a kiss.
An old couple with umbrellas was walking in the same direction,
and Mamoru noticed this. But instead of breaking away from the kiss,
like he usually did, he ignored them now. He wasn't -was never- ashamed
to be seen with her.
Her words had touched him, she knew more about him than he had
ever imagined. She was rare treasure, she was everything. And he now
knew why she loved him, and why he loved her as well.
He was proud of her.
And he was never going to take her for granted again.
When they both broke from their kiss, they were smiling happily
despite the rain and the drenched clothes. When they both turned, they
saw the couple who was passing by staring at them.
Mamoru placed a possessive arm around Usagi's waist and drew her
closer to him, "This is my girlfriend, Tsukino Usagi, and I love her
very much."
Usagi gasped in surprise, but happiness was evident in her face.
The couple smiled, even though what Mamoru and Usagi were doing
seemed rude. The man said, "Good luck with the brilliant young lady,
young man."
Mamoru smiled, "Thank you, I'll be needing it. She deserves
everything in the world," and he ignored Usagi's second gasp.
The couple nodded and walked off, talking happily. And Mamoru
turned to Usagi with pride, happiness, love and passion in his eyes,
"Allow me, Princess?"
She nodded and laughed as he transformed into Tuxedo Mask, swept
her up in his arms and carried her away.
Just like the flower.
Just like the field.
End of Just Like the Field
"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's the Truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best
When you say nothing at all."
-When You Say Nothing At All
by Alisson Kraus
"The heart has reasons that Reason does not know."
-Blaise Pascal
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Just Like the Field - Read Me
In Sailor Moon Super S, Usagi did ask Mamoru who we loved more between
her and Chibi-Usa
Starting from the S series, Mamoru seemed considerably stiff. This is
very noticeable, yet at the same time, mind arousing. The Anime Mamoru
was very different from how he was made in the manga.
He CAN woo, though, as seen in the S episode where he forgot about
Usagi's birthday. (I'm writing another fic about that)
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Just Like the Field - Author's Notes
Well, that was it! This fic was inspired while watching one of
the S episodes, where Mamoru-san rejected Usagi's offer to go off
some place. Come on, admit it. Chiba Mamoru isn't a man of
emotional words. I just thought that maybe I can explain why he
can act so irritating at times, and why Usagi-chan accepts this
well without much complaint. So this came out of it. I hope you
enjoyed it.
- Annabelle
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To all those people who have e-mailed me, I love you all... Thanks MG
for everything (I'm honored by your award), Kat, Ti'Ana, Alicia Blade
("Look, it's the princess and the punk rocker!" Ha, ha. Love that fic),
Jen Wand, for allowing me to use her pics and for her comments, Tif,
and to Ceci... Thanks you guys.
Big G. and Marmee... the BEST THANKS to you. You made this possible,
and you always know when to stop me from going overboard. To Abby,
thanks for always nagging me for the comp. and for my Big Bro, thanks
for the partnership. Never knew we could write well together.
