Usagi woke up with the sun in eyes. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was soothing. Warming and comforting. She really wasn't looking forward to saying good-bye to summer, but it was inevitable. She tried to stretch out, but her right arm forbode it. She instantly clutched it out of pain. Now that was funny. Why do people grab whatever began to hurt? It's not like it made the pain go away. She shrugged and shook her head. The things she thought about when she woke up. She probably could write a book of weird questions and thoughts that entered her mind when she woke up. She shrugged again, but her nose was instantly turned up. Was that pancakes she smelled?

She slowly entered the kitchen and found Mamoru making breakfast. She eyed the mounds of food. There pancakes, French toast, sausages, hash browns, toast, eggs and oatmeal. Her movement caught the corner of his eye. He turned and smiled; "I didn't know what you liked, so I made everything. Whatever you don't eat I can freeze and eat it later myself."

She smiled sweetly at the thought of all this food, "No that's fine, I'm sure I can manage."

"How are you feeling?" He asked while turning a pancake over.

"I' fine, a little sore, but I can handle it."

Yeah I bet, "So? What happened to your odangos?" He said when he noticed that her hair was down.

A look of confusion spread over her face, "My what?"

He gave a small laugh, "Your hair. Sorry they reminded my of odangos."

"Oh. Well I do take my hair down when I sleep. You try sleeping with hair like that, it's not an easy task." She said sitting down at the table. He walked over and started to put the food on the table, "Do you need help?" She asked.

"Nope. I've got it. You just sit. So," He began going back to the subject of her hair, "How do you not trip over your hair?"

"I do. Sometimes. I even manage to sit on it sometimes if I forget to move it out of the way." She said eyeing a sausage that look plump, golden and juicy.

"How do you wash it?" He said as he put a plate in front of her and moved out of the way just in time to dodge her stab at that sausage. He looked at her wide eyed as she piled her plate sky high with food.

"And you're going to eat all of that?"

She looked back down at her plate, "No," She said and grabbed three more pancakes and placed them on her plate, "I'm going to eat all this." She said with a smile.

"Do you eat like this a regular basis?"

"As regularly as I can. Why?"

"Well, It just blows my mind how you can eat so much and stay so slim."

She smiled after she swallowed a mouth full of scrambled eggs; "I have fast. umm.. What's it called?"

"Metabolism." He offered.

"Yeah! That," She looked up across the table, "Can you pass me the syrup please?"

Mamoru shook his head as he gave her what she asked for.

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After they had both eaten Usagi pushed her plate aside, placed her elbows o the table and put her chin into her hands. She looked down at the table as if she was looking through it. She was deep in thought.

"What's on your mind?" Mamoru asked.

Without taking her eyes off the table she simply asked, "Why did really kiss me yesterday."

He sighed, oh boy. "I told you why."

"Yeah, but people who are just trying to shut some one up, don't kiss that way."

Mamoru stuck his tongue into his cheek, "Maybe, it wasn't the best idea. I got a little carried away. I apologize."

She looked over to him; "It's okay." But she didn't want him to apologize. She wanted him to take her in his arms again and hold her the way he did the day before. She had felt so safe there, like nothing in the world could hurt her. She wanted him to kiss her again, she wanted ------- him. But she doubted very much that she would ever have him. Or that he felt the same. She sighed inside and looked out the window; "Do you have to work today?"

He shook his head, "No. So I was thinking that maybe we could rent some movies or something."

Her eyes lighted up, "Okay." She said with a smile.

There was that smile he loved. When she smiled like that her whole face smiled. It hurt him whenever he saw her sad or afraid. He wished he took just take her in his arms and hold her. Protect her. But he didn't think that, that was at all possible. And even if it was, he doubted very much that she would let it happen. It's funny, he thought, that you can care so much about some one had just met not even a month ago?

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"How about this one?" Mamoru held up a movie and turned toward Usagi, but she wasn't there. His heart leapt up into his throat, as he looked frantically for her, never leaving the spot he was in. Finally he caught sight of her in the fantasy section and breathed a sight of relief. But not for long.



Usagi was looking at the movies trying to find her absolute favourite that, for some strange reason, she didn't own. A movement caught the corner of her eye and she looked up. Oh god. She locked eyes with Kunzite's. She swallowed hard. Her eyes darted around while she tried to think of something to say. She hated it when he looked at her like that. It made her feel small and like he could melt her with just a simple glance.

"Hi." She managed to get out. But she felt stupid after saying it. There were a lot of things she could have said, but she said hi?

"What the hell are you doing here?" Kunzite kept his voice low, but she could still hear the anger in it.

"Uh--- I.. Ummm."

"Never mind. We'll take care of this when we get home," He Grabbed her left arm and started to lead her away.

"I don't think so." Kunzite turned around to face the voice behind him. Mamoru stood tall and firm.

"Excuse me?" Kunzite said in disbelief.

"You heard me. I'm not letting you take her. Now let go of her."

"Oh please. What are going to do to me? Now stop being moronic, you're causing a scene."

Mamoru shook his head, "I'm not causing a scene, but I could if you like." He said calmly, "Now let her go."

Kunzite let go off Usagi's arm, but she didn't move. Mamoru held out his hand, which she slowly took. It was as if he was pulling her to safety, she mused.

"Consider yourself officially dumped." Mamoru said never taking his eyes off Kunzite.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. She doesn't have the courage to do it herself. So I'm doing it for her."

Kunzite looked at Usagi, "Is this true?"

She clutched on to Mamoru's arm. She nodded and then buried her face into Mamoru's arm.

Kunzite sighed a sigh of aggravation, "Fine. Whatever." He said and turned to leave.

"Oh and Kunzite," Mamoru called after him. Kunzite turned back around, "If you come near her, talk to her, or hurt her in anyway again. I'll have you thrown in prison so fast, it'll make your head spin."

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Mamoru placed the bag of movies on his coffee table and dug threw it.

"So? What are we watching first?" Usagi asked as she sat down on the couch.

"Which ever one I bring out first," He said as he gripped a movie and brought it out of the bag. He read it, "Ever after."

"Yay!" Usagi said and threw her arm up in the air. She loved that movie; it wasn't the one she had hoped it would be. But it was a favourite of hers.

Mamoru shook his head, "What is it with females and romance?"

"Because it's something that doesn't happen in reality."

"It could." He pointed out.

She scrunched her nose and shook her head, "No. So we revel in the shear fantasy of it, and wish a thousand times that something like that could happen to us."

"Oh I see. I guess I can understand that." He said as he put the movie into the VCR and sat beside her on the couch. As soon as he was seated Usagi let her body lean on him and rested her head on his chest just below his shoulder. She didn't even notice that she had done it. But Mamoru sure did. He smiled to himself as he put his arm around her. Maybe after all she really did feel the same way.



Usagi sighed dreamily as Henry and Danielle kissed for the first time. Mamoru looked down at her and smiled.

"See that could never happen in life." She said quietly.

Mamoru looked down at her again, "Oh no?" He said and titled her chin up with his finger. No was his chance, and he was going to take god damn it. He felt her quiver as his lips touched hers. He turned his body so it was facing hers a little more, and wrapped his arms around her in a sweet embrace. He felt as if just by kissing her, she would forget all her sorrows. Like would fix everything. He didn't know it, but she thought the same very thing. She wrapped her arm around his neck. When he felt her do this he slid his hand up her arm and then back down it and held the side of face bringing the kiss to a more intense sensation. He held her closer to him; he never wanted to let her go. He stood up slightly; never breaking from the kiss and gently laid her down on the couch. He expected her to pull away, but she didn't. She only held him closer as he gently laid himself down on top of her. When he did this she pulled away. Not because she didn't want to continue, but because he had lain on top of her broken arm and it hurt like a bitch. She yelped out in pain. He quickly sat back on his knees, "Shit. I'm sorry." He said as he gently held her arm and rubbed it lovingly, as she would feel through the cast and her pain would cease.

She shook her head, "No. It's okay." She sighed. They both knew that the moment was ruined.

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