Rolling back to her belly Usagi buried her face into the pillow. The sun had decided it wished to target her eyes, breathing deeply she took in the scent of the bed sheets. Something tugged at her mind, demanding her acknowledgement, but through the fog in her mind she couldn't for the life of her tell what was wrong. It wasn't long before she was once again asleep. Never noticing that her right arm was not hitting the wall, but rather dangling over the edge of the bed. Or that her left arm was stretched out farther than her bed would have ever permitted. She merely returned to the blessed rest, ignorant of all that was strange and different around her.
Something tugged at his mind as the world of the awake began to stir. Throwing one arm over his eyes he pushed the unwelcome feeling away. That was of course until the feather light caress tickled his ribs. Jerking he turned to look at his side, beside him, in his be, in his home! Was a half naked girl, not just any girl, but Sailor Moon. Memories of the night prior decided then to attack his poor mind. But through it all his eyes were still glued to her, nearly, completely undressed die to her torn fuku was his fellow city hero. He feared her reaction when she awoke; he made the mistake of trying to leave the bed while still tangled in the sheets. Instead he fell to the floor with a loud 'thump'!
"I'm up, I'm up." Came the weak voice of Sailor moon. "Mom." She moaned. "Call the school, tell them I died." He snorted at that, it was almost funny, almost. He got to his feet only to see her trying to lift her body off the bed. "Luna." She whined. "Kill me." Moving to her side he pushed her form back into the mattress. He was sure she didn't want to bare all to him, no matter ho much a part of him wished to see her. Her body tensed from beneath his palms.
"Calm down Sailor Moon, its only me." He tried as she continued to attempt at a sitting position. By accident he brushed against her back, she gave a pained gasp and froze.
"Who-who-who?" She stuttered, obviously having not grasped her situation quite yet.
"Tuxedo Kamen." He answered. "Hold still, I'm going to tend to your back."
"Look you don't have to do this. I'll be fine." She protested, pushing up as he gathered some bandages. From behind him he heard the gasp of her realizing how exposed she was to a roaming eye. With a twist of the wrist he had his mask in his hand and soon on his face. Turning he was met with the blue eyes of the super hero. Who, incidentally, sat up wrapped in his bed sheets. Leaving only her face to be seen. It was in that moment that he saw the marks surrounding her eyes, medical skills kicking in her sat by her side. Holding out two fingers he asked her how many she saw, after much squinting she told him the correct number. Moments later he was dripping water into her eyes, clearing them until he was sure that she could see again.
After a little while of his cleaning her eyes she could see again. Shaking her head lightly she tried to get the water ff of her face. Looking to Tuxedo Kamen she felt her jaw drop an inch or two. He was beside her wearing only his mask and a pair of boxers. He grinned at her before putting the bowl of water aside. She took that time to look around to her new surroundings. "Where are we?" She asked almost weakly, he pursed his lips at the question.
"My room." Her lips formed an 'o' and she was glad her father would never hear of this current predicament his little girl was in. "Turn around, I need to tend to your back."
"But…" She protested, cheeks flaming at the knowledge of her shredded fuku. Dare she stand and the thing would meet her heeled boots.
"Its nothing I haven't seen. I washed most of the abrasions last night. I need to bandage you up now." Embarrassed she nodded, wiggling she let him pull the sheet far enough to show her shredded back. She shivered slightly at the touch of his hands on her skin; unable to take the silence she began to babble.
"Daddy would kill you if he ever found out about this."
"Oh?" He murmured, still wiping away at the dried blood on her skin. She nodded.
"If he had his way no boy outside of my family before puberty would ever see me. And here I am, practically naked with you sitting on my butt."
"There's not much I can do about that." He rebuked, humor in his voice. "I'll have to stitch some of these." She whimpered softly at the depressing news.
"Oh no not a needle, anything but that." She moaned. "I've had enough stitches to last a lifetime."
'Stitches?' He thought, watching the way her back twitched at each incision he made with the needle. 'It only makes sense, they can't come out unscathed every battle, I don't.' "Who?"
"Mercury." She answered through gritted teeth. "Our personal doctor."
"What about when she's hurt."
"Me." She yelped, moving to her next wound he repeated his previous work.
"You?" He was a little surprised, though he didn't know why.
"I never said I was good at it. A-Mercury says I have natural talent." She made a rude sound. "The only thing I'm good at and I wouldn't need to be if I were any good at my job." He could hear the self-spite in her tone. Never had he thought of how she felt towards the fights. He had accepted I as something that he had to do. Obviously she hadn't taken to it so nicely.
"All done." He informed her, moving himself off of her back.
"I soooooooo need to get home." She mumbled pushing up with one hand, the other clutching her fuku to her chest. "Have a bathroom?" He nodded and opened the door for her. "I'll only be a moment. New fuku." Somehow he knew that she was having just as much trouble at being at his place than she was. They were on new ground here, and both were being tentative in their ways of handling the situation.
Resting her head against the door for a moment Usagi pelted her brain for events f the night before. Slowly, in answer to her summons, they came to her. In blurry fragments but information for her mind all the same.
Wouldn't YOU like to know what was happening? Ahh torture, I'm good at it huh. How do you like my cliffhanger? Anyway REVIEW. I just finished up all of what I have written for the exception of ONE sentence.
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