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Title: "Found at Last"
Rating: PG-13
Author: Hummie
E-mail: suedepony@aol.com
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"And you're right, twenty rings is abominable-- beeeep."
Mamoru stared at the wall in frustration. He had gotten her answering machine AGAIN. He listened as the dial tone blared up from the receiver that he still held in his hands. Mamoru ran a hand through his jet-black hair and sighed. He didn't know why he had been so compelled to call Usagi. Maybe he just couldn't handle it-the emptiness without her. He groaned with despair.
"Face it, Chiba, you've lost her. You've lost her to your cousin."
Mamoru flopped onto his bed and pulled off his white, tight-fitting shirt, revealing a tanned muscular chest and a tight abdominal region. He was wearing loose, khaki pants with a wide, dark brown belt and dark brown boots. He lay upon his dark blue bed sheets with his hands behind his head and faced the vaulted ceiling of his bedroom. He was feeling confused. The ache in his chest proceeded. He ran a shaky hand over his stomach. He was getting ill. He was getting sick without her.
Usa-ko.
He closed his eyes. Mamoru didn't even notice as rays of sunlight filtered in through the cracks of the heavy linen drapes in his bedroom. The rays of light played about his body, and he could have posed for an Abercrombie & Finch clothes catalogue. Mamoru was very good-looking. He was unbelievably handsome. He was downright sexy. He knew that he could have gotten any girl in all of Tokyo.
But he only wanted Usagi.
Mamoru gritted his straight white teeth together. "I can't believe that I lost Usagi to Saffir-san."
Saffir was one of his kin-- his favorite cousin actually. They had even taken figure skating lessons together. Kageno Saffir. Kageno had been his mother's maiden name before she had gotten married to his father, Chiba Sejiruu. Together they had given Mamoru his ultimate good looks and polite demeanor. Mamoru's mother's hair was a sapphire blue, like Saffir's, and his father's hair was a jet-black hue. The two hair colors had combined to give his hair the perfect shade of… What had Usa-ko called it again?
"Clear midnight," he murmured softly.
Mamoru rubbed his eyes tiredly as a shrill ring permeated the air. Mamoru muttered a curse word under his breath. Who was the heck disturbing him? Mamoru reached over to the telephone beside him on the bed. It was still blaring that never-ending dial tone. Where was the ring coming from? The shrill ring continued. He rolled his eyes heavenward. Mamoru hung up the phone he had grabbed off the bed beside of him and reached for his cell. Only his father had his cell phone number. It was only used for emergencies when they, his father and him, weren't able to get into contact. The unhooked phone had taken care of that.
"Hai, father?" he asked in a deep, melancholy voice.
"Eer… no, but he did give me this number."
"Cousin. I should have known."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Why so hostile, Mamoru-san?" he asked in a light tone.
Mamoru massaged his temples. He shouldn't be having a grudge with Saffir just because… just because Usagi was interested in him now. Saffir was and still is his favorite cousin. Being only a year and a half older than himself, Mamoru and Saffir were like brothers.
"What's up, Saffir-san? How was France after I left?"
Saffir sighed on the other end of the line. "Dull. Life was very dull. Some good parties though."
Mamoru chuckled.
"Esmaurade and I, uh, had some great times together."
Mamoru made a face and decided to change the subject. "I get your meaning. What brings you to Japan, Saffir-san?"
"I had a competition."
Mamoru heard as the ice entered his cousin's usually bubbly and light-hearted voice. Mamoru took a breath. "I'm sorry about you and Esmaurade. You guys made a great pair, and not only in pair skating."
"So, you heard."
"Only every newspaper in Japan covered your, er, break-up."
Saffir rubbed his throbbing temples. Just thinking of Esmaurade gave him a headache. All of that horrible laughing-- that was what had caused the break-up. Her voice. Her attitude. Their bickering. Everything. They were having another one of their selfless fights during their first practice in Japan.
((Esmaurade sat on the bench, tying up her light green figure skates with one hand. In the other she held a romance novel.
"Saffir-chan! Come look at this romance novel. It's simply hilarious!" As if to prove a point, she began to laugh hysterically in high-pitched tones. "It's just too corny!" She laughed once more and didn't notice as Saffir cringed and grabbed at his ears.
"Esmaurade! Please! Your voice, your incessant laughing… It's…" He paused to glare at her. "It's killing the hell out of my ears!"
Esmaurade stopped reading and gave him an icy stare. "What's your problem, Saffir? Did I ever tell you that your unending ramblings about that Tsukino girl are annoying? You're an obsessed lunatic!"
Saffir narrowed his eyes. "I do not ramble on about that girl. If you think I'm bad, maybe you should check out my brother, Demando."
Esmaurade held her index finger to her chin and made a humming sound. Saffir struggled not to cringe at the sound. His ears were already ringing like crazy.
"Actually, Saffir, I have. Frankly, it gets on my nerves." She laughed another high-pitched laugh. This time, Saffir actually fell off the bench he was sitting on.
Esmaurade gave him an exasperated look. "That's it, Saffir. You're such a baby. If you can't handle my so called 'irritating voice' then I suggest that you walk out of this rink and never look back."
Saffir raised one brow and grabbed his things.
"Saffir-chan! What the hell are you doing? Come back!"
He swiftly sauntered into the adjoining rink just in time to watch as a delicate, blonde form completed four revolutions and ran into the boards that separated the ice from the stands.))
Saffir came back to the present in an instant. "Yes, we were a great pair Mamoru-san, but that's all over now." Saffir smiled and toyed with the buttons on his jacket. "I, uh, actually have a new investment to look into. A blonde one this time."
Mamoru froze and became breathless. Saffir was referring to his Usagi. Saffir continued.
"Actually, I met her the day I arrived. Would you believe?"
"Yes, I actually can," thought Mamoru. "How ironic."
"Mamoru-san, she is the absolute goddess, let me tell you. She has a package that any man would desire. Long legs, a pouty, pink mouth, long, golden hair, and the most amazing blue eyes that I have ever gazed into."
"Gazed? He gazed into her eyes? I'll kill him! Usa-ko… How… could you?" Mamoru's heart stopped contracting within his chest.
"Oh well, enough of this bull. I've gotta go. Ja Mamoru-san."
Mamoru pressed the 'end' button on his cell phone and almost heaved it against the wall when it began to ring again.
"What?" he asked, an edge to his already hard voice.
"Stop your attitude. What kind of manners did your mother and I teach you?"
"Gomen nasai, father."
"Cancel any plans that you might have this afternoon, and come to the restaurant for lunch. Neci will be there."
Mamoru bit the side of his cheek in an annoyed fashion. "Why do I have to be there?"
"Mamoru, please, just do this for me."
Mamoru heard his father's voice crack as he finished his plea. How could he, as his son, deny him? He nibbled on his bottom lip. "What time, dad?"
"One."
"I'll be there."
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"Mom! I'm going to the arena!"
"Honey, are you sure? It's entirely too early for you to be awake!"
"Mom, you act as if I've never rolled out of bed before…" Usagi paused and took a quick glance at the pink bunny watch around her thin wrist, "…ten o'clock!"
"Fine. Be careful, dear. Don't practice your quad unless coach Antoinette is with you!"
Tsukino Usagi hopped out the front door like a five year old child. She was feeling great. She was feeling happy, energetic, care-free, and stress-free. She smiled and took in a deep breath of morning air.
"And it's all due to Saf-chan."
Saffir had surprised her the other day when he had arrived upon her doorstep carrying a baggy of her most favorite ice-cream in the whole world.
((Usagi sat at the coffee table that had been arranged in the middle of the living room. She was studying for one of her most grueling classes.
"Why must math be so darned hard?" she questioned aloud.
A knock rapidly rapped at the front door, bringing Usagi back to earth. Usa padded over to the front door in her bed clothes. An over-sized T-shirt and super short, cheerleader-style short adorned her graceful figure. She hadn't been able to find any other sort of shorts or pants and had decided to wear the short shorts that she had sometimes used for her ballet classes. Unfortunately, with her shirt being so over-sized and her shorts being so short, she looked like she was walking around barefoot with nothing on but a large gray T-shirt with the inscription 'GOT MILK?' in big bold letters. Usagi preceded over to the door and opened it, revealing a stunningly handsome Kageno Saffir. His dark head was turned back towards the street at some laughing children on bikes.
"Saffir!" Usagi gasped in an astonished, breathless voice.
Saffir turned around and faced her. She watched as his appreciative, sapphire-blue gaze assessed the figure before him. He licked his lips as his eyes grazed over her very slowly. Usagi cleared her throat, signaling him to speak. He looked up into her perfect, sky-blue eyes.
"Usagi-chan… Hello." She blushed as his eyes traveled over her once more. "I, er, thought I'd come over and share some of this with you." He blushed as he held up a clear plastic grocery bag that contained a quart of ice-cream.
Usagi beamed. "This is so incredibly sweet of you, Saffir-chan!" She went on
tip-toe and gave him a warm hug. Startled, he wrapped his arms around her lithe figure. She released him and took the bag from his hands. She then motioned for him to follow her. He closed the front door and followed obediently.
"Have a seat," she said, as she gestured to the breakfast table inside of the kitchen. "I'll fix this up and then we'll eat this wonderful concoction that we call ice-cream."
Saffir grinned as he took a seat and watched as she got out a single large bowl. "I guess we'll be sharing," he smiled. She scooped out five large spheres of ice-cream and then turned around to face him.
"Would you like some hot chocolate with this?"
Saffir raised an eyebrow. "Usagi-chan, that's double chocolate chip fudge ice-cream.
"The more chocolate, the better," she quipped.
He tilted his head to one side. Usagi only furrowed her brows and stuck out her bottom lip.
Saffir shrugged and consented. "Sure. Why not?"
"How about Marachino cherries? Whipped cream? M'm.. Yummy.."
"Sounds great, Usagi-chan."
Usagi finally came to the table and sat across from him. She watched as he gathered some whipped cream on his spoon and stuck it in his mouth. Usagi watched Saffir's every movement. Watching and observing him was quickly becoming a favorite pastime of hers. He was looking too sexy for his own good tonight. He wore a sapphire colored sports jacket that accentuated his brawny build, a white shirt underneath, and white dress pants. The shade of his jacket matched the shade of this eyes perfectly. It took Usagi a moment to realize that those sapphire eyes were now on her.
"This is really good, Usagi-chan."
Usagi plucked a cherry from the top of the sundae that she had made and popped it into her mouth-- not before licking the whipped cream off of it.
"Were you just getting ready for bed?"
"Wha…?"
Saffir grinned slightly and took another bite of his favorite ice-cream. The way Usagi had prepared it was wonderful. He licked the chocolate from his full lips.
"Were you just getting ready for bed? I hope I didn't come at a bad time."
Usagi sweat-dropped. Twice. It was only 7:30.
"I mean, you look like you were… just about to hop into bed."
Usagi blushed uncontrollably. "No, I just couldn't find any pants." Usagi sweat-dropped once more as Saffir lifted his brows in question. Usagi opened her mouth in distress. What the heck was she saying? Her jaw bounced up and down before she cried,
"I mean, I'm wearing shorts!"
Usagi very unwittingly stood up and pulled up her shirt, revealing the short blue shorts that she sported. They looked more like underwear. Saffir sweat-dropped. Why was she showing him these things? He leaned back in his chair. "Hey, it's not like you're
complaining, Kageno," he thought to himself. Usagi finally sat down and started mumbling to
herself.
"What Usagi?"
Usagi cleared her throat. "I said, 'Do you want the last cherry?'"
"Umm, sure."
Usagi looked up into his eyes very shyly and plucked the Marachino cherry from the bowl. She held it just above his mouth. Saffir shrugged. "Hey, she started first." He gave her a seductive look, took the cherry into his mouth, and pulled it from its stem. He
chewed on it very slowly. An idea formed in Usagi's head as she looked at the stem in her hand. Saffir watched in surprise as she popped it into her mouth. After a few seconds, she held out her tongue and took the warped stem into her small hand.
"How-- How did you do that?"
"What? Knot the stem?" She giggled as he nodded. Usually, she just said, that she knotted the stem with 'magic'. She decided to explain. "Once, a North American from the southern parts came as a foreign exchange student to our school. I befriended her. She was
really very sweet. Emily was her name. One time, before she left, she brought cherries to lunch with her. She offered me some and then stuck a stem in her mouth. Then she showed me what I'm showing you now. I was totally amazed. I demanded that she teach me how to do
it."
"That's totally crazy! Can you teach me?"
Usagi rolled her eyes and gave him a distressed look. "No, it's a secret. I wouldn't be special if I taught everyone the trick. DUH!" She stuck out her tongue at him.
Saffir's eyes widened and he reached over and tweaked her nose. She scooped up some chocolatey goo from the bowl with her finger in retaliation and prepared to land some on his face. He caught her hand in mid-air and licked her finger. She watched like one transfixed as his tongue cleared away any trace of chocolatey goodness from it. Usagi suddenly wished that there was more ice-cream on it. How it happened, they didn't know, but after about five minutes, Usagi discovered herself on Saffir's lap, kissing him. She gasped. The last time she had done anything like this-- actually kissed a guy like that-- was with Mamoru. Suddenly sensing the stiffness of her body, Saffir let her off his lap. Usagi walked him to the front door and gave him a reassuring hug before he left. He looked into her
crystalline eyes just before he turned to leave.
"I had a nice time tonight, Usa-chan."
"I did, too. Thank you again for the ice-cream, Saf-chan."
They smiled at their newly dubbed names and stood in the doorway like a couple of bashful children. Saffir quickly enveloped her in a warm embrace. Usagi felt safe in his strong, muscular arms and hugged him even tighter.
"The pleasure was all mine, Usa-chan."
She watched, dizzy with delight, as he winked at her before entering his car and driving away.))
Usagi continued her way to the skating arena. She had decided to walk the ten blocks there. She was so full of life at the present moment. "And at ten o'clock in the morning," she thought jovially to herself. She entered the arena with ease, greeting those she knew, and then walked over to the rink where she usually practiced.
Usagi was using a new tactic. She had decided to practice in gray leggings, dark-gray leg warmers, and a white leotard instead of a skating costume. Usagi warmed up and then readied herself. She was going to try the quad once more, but this time, she was going to give herself plenty of space to complete the jump fully. She hadn't told her coach about the bad fall that she had suffered the last time that she had practiced the jump. Antoinette would have only gotten upset and forbid Usagi from practicing it ever again. Usagi gained the right speed and took off. She smiled. She was at the same height as she was before.
"Oh Kami, please, just let me make it."
Her arms crossed in front of her body. She started to count to revolutions
slowly to herself.
One.. two.. three.. four.. revolutions with a perfect landing!
Usagi blinked her eyes in disbelief. "I finally did it!" she cried aloud, as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands in celebration. Usagi stopped in mid-air as she heard as second pair of hands adding to the applause.
"Congratulations, Usa-chan! I saw it! Beautiful! Simply great!"
Usagi grinned and skated over to Saffir. "Saf-chan! Oh, and to think, I finally accomplished the jump with you here!" She put the rubber covers over the blades of her skates and threw herself into Saffir's arms. "Saf-chan," she purred, "it's good to see you!"
He chuckled. "It's only been a day since the last time I saw you, Usa-chan."
She shrugged in his embrace. "Oh well." Usagi looked at the arena's clock. 12:30 already? "I just got here," she murmured.
"Saf-chan, what time do you have? Is the arena clock messed up again?"
"It's 12:31, Usa-chan. Don't you remember? It's daylight savings time. A one hour advance."
Her pink lips formed a small 'o'. His arms tightened around her waist. Usagi was suddenly feeling uncomfortable. She giggled to mask her uneasiness.
"Saf-chan, a little too tight there! I've got to breathe, y'know."
He only tightened his hold in response. He had never seen a woman, or girl for that matter, as beautiful as her at the present moment. Roses were in her cheeks and her crystalline eyes were so clear and full of innocence. Her tight-fitting practice outfit didn't hurt much. He liked the way that she had to take in little pants of air in order to breathe.
It sort of turned him on.
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Mamoru felt his heart constrict painfully as a feeling of dread embarked over him. Mamoru looked at the clock.
12:34.
He was currently getting ready to meet his father and his step-mother-to-be, Neci, at one of their branch restaurants. Ugh. There it was again. He could hardly breathe. The painful contracting of his heart and the sudden chills that ran through his body unmistakably frightened him to the bone. Only one thought, actually one name, popped into his head.
Usa-ko.
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Cold tremors took over Usagi's body. Saffir was holding her so tight that she could hardly breathe. The brief pants of air weren't doing much good and she felt faint.
"Saf-chan," she murmured desperately, "please, let (pant) me (pant) go!"
Saffir silenced her by putting his mouth over hers. He began to explore the crevices of her mouth with his tongue. Usagi felt as nausea take over her whole being. She tried to squirm out of his grip. Too strong. He was too strong. "Damnit, it's from those needed lifts in pair skating!" she thought furiously. "He has to work out to lift that heavy bitch of a partner, Esmaurade!" She tried to pull her mouth away from his, but failed in doing that also. He was too strong for her to do anything. Hot streams of tears fell from her eyes. Saffir, taking notice of this, paused and began to lick them away. Usagi was beyond disgusted. She was too appalled to even react.
"PERVERT! PERVERT! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!" she cried fiercely in her head.
Saffir was still in the process of licking her tears away. Usagi was about to spew upon Saffir's clean white shirt. She then noticed that her mouth was free from his. Before she could open it to yell or to scream or to do anything, his mouth was over hers again. He was slowly leading her towards the ice.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?! MAMO-CHAN!"
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Mamoru was worried. He quickly pulled on his shirt and ran out of his bedroom. He didn't stop running until he reached the elevator just outside of their household's doorway.
"Damn this building. Why couldn't I just live in a house like a normal person?" His chest was aching. It felt like someone was stabbing him with a thin hot blade through his chest. Chest pains were not exactly the best thing in the world to be experiencing at his age. His right hand ran over his front in agony. 7th… 6th… 5th floor…
"Almost there." Mamoru suddenly grabbed his head as he heard her yell, "PERVERT! PERVERT! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!"
Mamoru fell to the floor of the elevator. It was Usagi. Usa-ko. It sounded like her, but... could it be? She wasn't even in the elevator with him. He could hear her perfectly, as if she were standing right beside of him though, screaming on the top of her
lungs. It came again.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?! MAMO-CHAN!!"
Mamoru stood up and pressed the ground floor button again and again. He had to get to his Usa-ko… and FAST.
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Usagi cried out as she landed on the cold, hard ice. She heard the grating sound of skates and looked up. Saffir was wearing his figure skates. Why hadn't she noticed? It wouldn't have mattered anyways. Her eyes went wide as she tried to get up. She slipped and
fell on her inflicted knee. She backed away from Saffir as he approached on his skates. He waved a single finger at her as she opened her mouth to scream.
"Don't say a word. If you scream, I'll chloroform you and leave you here on the ice."
Usagi's fear-filled eyes darted towards his left hand that gripped a piece of cloth-- probably soaked with the chloroform that he had threatened her with. He crouched in front of her with his legs on either side of hers. That was where he made his mistake. Usagi
lifted her leg with one swift motion and kicked him HARD between the legs. He stood unfazed and smiled down at her.
"I hate to say this, but you're completely moronic. Most male skaters wear a cup when they practice.. You know," he raised a smooth brow, "in case if they fall down or something." He skated back a step or two and opened his mouth to speak again.
"You know, no one's going to save you. Right now, your dear Mamoru, my cousin, is with my uncle Chiba Sejiruu and his to-be wife, Neci, a French woman from back home."
Her eyes widened in realization. Her mind was spinning ten times faster than it had been spinning only a few moments ago. Uncle Chiba Sejiruu? Mamoru? Cousin? Neci? Mamoru's father's wife to-be?
"Th-- that French woman isn't Mamoru's girlfriend?" She stared at the arena's wall, confused.
Saffir snickered. "Nope." He tilted his head. "You know, I remember him calling me up a month or so ago, telling me how his father was making him move back to France.."
"Mamoru hadn't lying…" she thought with sick dismay.
"…and that he couldn't bare it because that would mean leaving his inconceivably beautiful girlfriend." Saffir chortled.
Usagi scrunched up her nose in disgust. Saffir was entirely the opposite of what she thought he was. He was sick, disgusting, heartless, and uncaring.
"Then," Saffir went on, "he described you like the witless fool that the was. He didn't say your name, but I knew it was you. I have been following your skating career since you turned fifteen. You were, and still are, winning many important competitions. Actually, I have been looking for a partner for my pair-skating team. Esmaurade was a complete loser, but I loved her… That's why I took her in."
"Like I would actually skate with the likes you," she spat vehemently.
"You know, Mamoru and I are very close. We even took skating classes together and joined one of those skating clubs. His dream was to pair skate right off, but I had more brains than that. I went through men's singles and got enough popularity first. Everything,"
he gestured to the air about him, "is political. Get popular, kiss up to the right people, get yourself the right partner…"
"Scoundrel! My Mamo-chan will save me from you! You snake in the grass!"
Saffir looked at the arena's clock. 12:55. "I doubt it. He should just be getting seated at the restaurant right now."
"I don't think so."
Saffir glared at Usagi, but then realized that such a deep voice could not have come from her petite frame. He followed her teary-eyed line of vision.
"Hello cousin, what brings you here?" questioned Saffir coolly, as he hid the piece of chloroformed cloth behind his back.
Mamoru couldn't believe his eyes. It looked like… looked like… Saffir… was going to do something to his Usa-ko. One word popped into his head, and he didn't like it.
"Nothing brings me here, Saffir."
Saffir glided away from her and advanced towards Mamoru. Usagi saw her chance to incite the amount of pain and anguish that he had inflicted upon her. She shimmied up to him and bit him on the leg with her small teeth. He turned and cursed Usagi just before his hand
hit her across the face. The momentum from the hit caused her head to hit the cold ice. Mamoru saw red and charged at his cousin. When Mamoru's vision finally returned, he discovered that he was punching Saffir over and over again. Saffir lay limply on the ice, blood comming from his nose. He soon stopped and got off of him. Usagi was now up and looking around, as if she were in a dream that she didn't quite understand.
"Usa-ko.. Usa-ko.. are you all right?" He asked gently as he caressed her cheek.
Usagi looked into his worry-filled eyes and smiled, her eyes brimming up with tears. She buried her golden head in the nook of his muscular shoulder.
"Mamo-chan, can we go and talk somewhere? I don't really feel like being here." Usagi took a glance at Saffir who was knocked out on the ice. The sight of him just made her feel sick and violated beyond belief.
"Yes, I'll take you anywhere you want, Usa-ko."
The two left the ice rink and went to a cafe nearby. Mamoru was concerned about what Usagi had to say to him.
"Mamo-chan, how do I even begin?" Usagi asked as she played with her mug of hot chocolate. It was a sweet, chocolately drink that she had just recently become attached to.
"Usa-ko, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to. I'm… I'm just so glad that I was able to save you from my cousin. I didn't know he was capable of being so disgusting. He's actually… well… my favorite cousin, but I don't really think that he'll be from now on. I can't believe what just happened a while ago."
"I'm glad that you were able to be there."
A small silence ensued. Usagi caught Mamoru smiling at her. "What are you smiling at, mister?" she inquired.
"It's just so good to be with you again. I've missed you," he replied still looking at her, drinking in her presence.
"Mamo-chan, how could I have been so blind? You were telling the truth all along. I was a fool. I'm so sorry that we had to be apart. I just saw you with that French woman and I thought the worst." She took his face in her small hands. "Mamo-chan, aishiteru. I love you so very much."
Mamoru kissed the top of her head and held her close to him. He then placed his head atop of hers. "Aishiteru, my Usagi, my Usa-ko," he whispered into her ear. They held each other's hands.
"Mamo-chan…" she began, breaking the silence that had fallen over them, "I never got to thank you for…" she looked into his midnight blue eyes, "I thank you for saving me…not once, but twice."
"Twice, Usa-ko?"
"The first time was when you saved me from myself. I was depressed and I really didn't know what I was missing in my life. Then I met you and you made me whole. I knew I loved you before I even knew your name. I just say you in the rink that day and I knew.
You caught me in your arms and kept me from falling. You've been doing it ever since."
"And the second time was just right now." Mamoru's own eyes watered over and she kissed his tears away. "Usa-ko, I love you so much, I can't believe that I almost lost you to Saffir. I was an idiot to think that you could love a guy like him." He made her face
him. She looked into his eyes-- shining eyes filled with love.
"Aishiteru, my Usa-ko."
He kissed her. Usagi and Mamoru were in heavenly bliss. "This kiss isn't at all like Saffir's… This kiss is full of pure and eternal love…" Usagi thought happily. After a while, they just held each other. Usagi snuggled up against Mamoru.
"It seems that it's been found at last…"
Mamoru looked at her with a raised brow, and then agreed. "Everything…" he whispered as he kissed her temple. "Our relationship… our love…"
Mamoru smiled as he stood up and helped Usagi up from the couch she was sitting upon. She tripped just like she had on their first meeting and landed in his arms. Safe. He lowered his head to hers and cradled her.
"Yes, Usa-ko, found at last."
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I was lost.
I was gone.
I found happiness
and lost it.
I fell for you,
but in a different form.
I was naive.
I realized that I loved you-- loved you a lot,
and that I still do…
We made misunderstandings understood,
and I now stand here with you.
I was lost.
I was gone, but
I have found true happiness at last.
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The end of FAL. Hope you liked it!
Title: "Found at Last"
Rating: PG-13
Author: Hummie
E-mail: suedepony@aol.com
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I was lost.
I was gone.
I found happiness
I fell for you,
I was naive.
I realized that I loved you-- loved you a lot,
We made misunderstandings understood,
I was lost.
I was gone, but
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The end of FAL. Hope you liked it!
