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Disclaimer: Sailormoon and all its characters do not belong to me. Any resemblance to any other story is coincidental and not intentional.
This story happened after the senshi defeated Beryl and ***deviates*** from the original version.
I could not remember the Japanese version of Tuxedo Mask, so I kept his name as it is. Sorry!
I decided to have this one chapter inserted in. I think it is explains a lot of what goes on behind the scenes.
Chapter 11: Permission
Several weeks had passed since that faithful night when Mamoru and Usagi had confessed their feelings for each. Usagi was doing much better in school and Mamoru was smiling more often, to the surprise of their friends. However, the couple was still hiding their relationship from Usagi's parents.
"Usagi?" asked Mamoru as they walked hand-in-hand towards the Crown Arcade, their regular hangout.
Usagi looked at her boyfriend, "Yes, Mamo-chan? Don't you want to go to the Arcade? Do you want to go somewhere else?"
"No, no! I was wondering when we should tell your parents about us. I don't want to hide from them anymore," Mamoru said.
Usagi sighed, "I know." She looked down at her feet. "I don't know how to break it to them. My dad will be furious with us."
"But, Usagi, we have to tell them. The longer we put it off, the more chance they will have to find out from somewhere else and the more angrier they will be," Mamoru reasoned.
She thought about it. "How about we tell them tonight, Mamo-chan? Just get it over and done with?" pleaded Usagi as she glanced up at his face again. "But only after we go to the Arcade for a milkshake."
Mamoru smiled slightly and sighed, "If that is what you want, Usako. You know I can't refuse you anything."
Usagi giggled. She swung their still-holding hands up in the air, happy that they were finally going to be able to date in public and without fear of being discovered.
Mamoru looked at his girlfriend as she skipped along the path and nearly fell.
Mamoru sweat-dropped. "She changes mood so quickly," he thought to himself, "That's my Usako."
***
"Mom, can I have a friend come over for dinner tonight?" asked Usagi as she carefully and slowly chopped the vegetables for their evening meal. Her eyes were stained with tears after she had cut the onions.
Her mother looked up from the stove, "Sure, darling. Does she have a favourite dish that I can make?" she asked.
Usagi bent her head down and was suddenly very interested in the knife she was holding. "Ah.actually, Mom, my friend is a guy... this knife is very sharp, isn't it, Mom?"
Ikuko stopped stirring the pot. "Don't change the subject, young lady. A boy? Is there something I should know, Usagi?"
Usagi coughed slightly and redness spread across her cheeks, "Actually that is what I wanted to talk to you and dad about. Umm.."
"Come on, Usagi. Spit it out. You can tell me anything, remember?" prompted her mother.
She cleared her throat, "Well, you see, Mom. This boy and I have been going out." Usagi started.
"What?! Going out?" exclaimed Ikuko, "When did this all start? Why didn't you tell us earlier? What is his name? Your father will not be happy."
"I know, I know, Mom!" Usagi held out her hands in defence. "His name is Mamoru and we've been dating for several weeks. We didn't want to tell you until now because we knew you would be angry with us. Please don't be angry!" pleaded Usagi, she bent down on her knees facing her mother and begged.
Ikuko's face softened. "I'm not angry with you Usagi. Just a little disappointed. You know you should have told me before."
Usagi hung her head, "I know."
"However."
Usagi looked up.
"I'm not sure about your father. You are still his little girl and I don't know how he will handle the news," Ikuko said.
"I know. That is why I want to invite Mamoru over for dinner tonight. So we could both talk to dad. But we were hoping if you could soften him up a little?" Usagi looked at her mother with pleading eyes. "Please???"
Ikuko shook her head. "Oh alright, Usagi. I'll tell him that you have a boy friend that is coming over dinner tonight when he gets home and that he should expect a surprise. But I can't promise he won't get angry."
"Can you hide all the shotguns, Mom?" begged Usagi. "I really like Mamoru and I don't want him to have a bad impression of my parents.or worse, get killed by Dad!"
Usagi's mother sighed. "Oh O.K. I'll do that." She paused. "So, what are this boy's favourite foods? I am sure we can fit one or two more dishes into the menu," asked Ikuko.
Excited now, Usagi stood up and proceeded to tell her mother all of Mamoru's favourite foods. They decided to make two dishes with Usagi trying to help but making more mistakes than ever.
***
Kenji closed the front door as he placed his briefcase on the table.
"Honey! I'm home!"
Ikuko came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.
"Oh there you are, darling. I have something to tell you in the bedroom."
Curious, Kenji followed his wife into their bedroom.
"What's all the secrecy about, Ikuko?"
Ikuko turned to face him. "Usagi has a friend coming over for dinner."
Kenji smiled, "That's great! So what?"
"Now, I don't want you to get angry but the friend is a boy."
Kenji's face started to turn red, "What.. what.a boy?" he stuttered out.
"Kenji," warned Ikuko. "She's old enough to bring boys home now."
"But Usagi! Bringing a boy home?" asked Kenji, his veins on his forehead starting to show. "Is this serious?"
"Do you mean is their relationship.?" encouraged Ikuko.
His face now totally red, Kenji asked, "Yes! Are they dating?"
"Yes they are." Ikuko replied calmly. "And I don't want you to threaten them."
"I'm won't." Kenji had started walking around the room and now he walked to the wardrobe. He poked his head in and searched through the items in the wardrobe. Out came his voice, muffled by the various coats hanging inside, "Where's my shot gun? I knew it would come in handy one day."
"I hid them," stated Ikuko.
"What?" Kenji withdrew his head, all mussed up from his search. "Why did you hide them? I need them tonight."
Ikuko crossed her arms and tapped her feet. "You promised not to threaten them."
Usagi' father cleared his throat. "Well. You can't expect me to do nothing while my little girl is in the hands of a big bad wolf."
Ikuko's face softened and stopped the tapping. "She is not a helpless child, Kenji! She is 15 years old. Old enough to look after herself. Just like I was when I was her age or don't you remember?"
He cleared his throat once again, embarrassed. "Of course I remember, darling. But."
"If you remember correctly, I was 15 when I started dating you, without the permission of my father as well," reminded his wife.
"But that was different!" exclaimed Kenji, his collar now suddenly too tight. He used his index finger to pull the collar away from his neck.
"And what was so different?" The feet tapping began again. "I don't want Usagi going out behind our backs! I'd rather if she trusted us enough to tell us."
Embarrassed and not wanting to anger his wife, Kenji nodded quickly. "I do too. But she's my little girl!"
Ikuko moved to her husband's side, placed her arms around him and said softly, "I know she will always be that to you. But Usagi's growing up and she says she really likes this boy. Please don't ruin this for her."
Kenji sighed, "O.K. I promise I won't.. But I will ask a lot of questions!"
"I'm sure they won't mind." Ikuko turned Kenji towards her and cupped his face. "I'm so proud of you, my dear."
Kenji sighed resignedly.
What will happen during this dinner? Will Usagi's parents like Mamoru? NEXT CHAPTER: INTERROGATION
I decided to have more than one or two more chapters to go before this story will end. But do you want a sequel? Please read and review! And many thanks to those who has reviewed it so far! I get so motivated from them!
Disclaimer: Sailormoon and all its characters do not belong to me. Any resemblance to any other story is coincidental and not intentional.
This story happened after the senshi defeated Beryl and ***deviates*** from the original version.
I could not remember the Japanese version of Tuxedo Mask, so I kept his name as it is. Sorry!
I decided to have this one chapter inserted in. I think it is explains a lot of what goes on behind the scenes.
Chapter 11: Permission
Several weeks had passed since that faithful night when Mamoru and Usagi had confessed their feelings for each. Usagi was doing much better in school and Mamoru was smiling more often, to the surprise of their friends. However, the couple was still hiding their relationship from Usagi's parents.
"Usagi?" asked Mamoru as they walked hand-in-hand towards the Crown Arcade, their regular hangout.
Usagi looked at her boyfriend, "Yes, Mamo-chan? Don't you want to go to the Arcade? Do you want to go somewhere else?"
"No, no! I was wondering when we should tell your parents about us. I don't want to hide from them anymore," Mamoru said.
Usagi sighed, "I know." She looked down at her feet. "I don't know how to break it to them. My dad will be furious with us."
"But, Usagi, we have to tell them. The longer we put it off, the more chance they will have to find out from somewhere else and the more angrier they will be," Mamoru reasoned.
She thought about it. "How about we tell them tonight, Mamo-chan? Just get it over and done with?" pleaded Usagi as she glanced up at his face again. "But only after we go to the Arcade for a milkshake."
Mamoru smiled slightly and sighed, "If that is what you want, Usako. You know I can't refuse you anything."
Usagi giggled. She swung their still-holding hands up in the air, happy that they were finally going to be able to date in public and without fear of being discovered.
Mamoru looked at his girlfriend as she skipped along the path and nearly fell.
Mamoru sweat-dropped. "She changes mood so quickly," he thought to himself, "That's my Usako."
***
"Mom, can I have a friend come over for dinner tonight?" asked Usagi as she carefully and slowly chopped the vegetables for their evening meal. Her eyes were stained with tears after she had cut the onions.
Her mother looked up from the stove, "Sure, darling. Does she have a favourite dish that I can make?" she asked.
Usagi bent her head down and was suddenly very interested in the knife she was holding. "Ah.actually, Mom, my friend is a guy... this knife is very sharp, isn't it, Mom?"
Ikuko stopped stirring the pot. "Don't change the subject, young lady. A boy? Is there something I should know, Usagi?"
Usagi coughed slightly and redness spread across her cheeks, "Actually that is what I wanted to talk to you and dad about. Umm.."
"Come on, Usagi. Spit it out. You can tell me anything, remember?" prompted her mother.
She cleared her throat, "Well, you see, Mom. This boy and I have been going out." Usagi started.
"What?! Going out?" exclaimed Ikuko, "When did this all start? Why didn't you tell us earlier? What is his name? Your father will not be happy."
"I know, I know, Mom!" Usagi held out her hands in defence. "His name is Mamoru and we've been dating for several weeks. We didn't want to tell you until now because we knew you would be angry with us. Please don't be angry!" pleaded Usagi, she bent down on her knees facing her mother and begged.
Ikuko's face softened. "I'm not angry with you Usagi. Just a little disappointed. You know you should have told me before."
Usagi hung her head, "I know."
"However."
Usagi looked up.
"I'm not sure about your father. You are still his little girl and I don't know how he will handle the news," Ikuko said.
"I know. That is why I want to invite Mamoru over for dinner tonight. So we could both talk to dad. But we were hoping if you could soften him up a little?" Usagi looked at her mother with pleading eyes. "Please???"
Ikuko shook her head. "Oh alright, Usagi. I'll tell him that you have a boy friend that is coming over dinner tonight when he gets home and that he should expect a surprise. But I can't promise he won't get angry."
"Can you hide all the shotguns, Mom?" begged Usagi. "I really like Mamoru and I don't want him to have a bad impression of my parents.or worse, get killed by Dad!"
Usagi's mother sighed. "Oh O.K. I'll do that." She paused. "So, what are this boy's favourite foods? I am sure we can fit one or two more dishes into the menu," asked Ikuko.
Excited now, Usagi stood up and proceeded to tell her mother all of Mamoru's favourite foods. They decided to make two dishes with Usagi trying to help but making more mistakes than ever.
***
Kenji closed the front door as he placed his briefcase on the table.
"Honey! I'm home!"
Ikuko came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.
"Oh there you are, darling. I have something to tell you in the bedroom."
Curious, Kenji followed his wife into their bedroom.
"What's all the secrecy about, Ikuko?"
Ikuko turned to face him. "Usagi has a friend coming over for dinner."
Kenji smiled, "That's great! So what?"
"Now, I don't want you to get angry but the friend is a boy."
Kenji's face started to turn red, "What.. what.a boy?" he stuttered out.
"Kenji," warned Ikuko. "She's old enough to bring boys home now."
"But Usagi! Bringing a boy home?" asked Kenji, his veins on his forehead starting to show. "Is this serious?"
"Do you mean is their relationship.?" encouraged Ikuko.
His face now totally red, Kenji asked, "Yes! Are they dating?"
"Yes they are." Ikuko replied calmly. "And I don't want you to threaten them."
"I'm won't." Kenji had started walking around the room and now he walked to the wardrobe. He poked his head in and searched through the items in the wardrobe. Out came his voice, muffled by the various coats hanging inside, "Where's my shot gun? I knew it would come in handy one day."
"I hid them," stated Ikuko.
"What?" Kenji withdrew his head, all mussed up from his search. "Why did you hide them? I need them tonight."
Ikuko crossed her arms and tapped her feet. "You promised not to threaten them."
Usagi' father cleared his throat. "Well. You can't expect me to do nothing while my little girl is in the hands of a big bad wolf."
Ikuko's face softened and stopped the tapping. "She is not a helpless child, Kenji! She is 15 years old. Old enough to look after herself. Just like I was when I was her age or don't you remember?"
He cleared his throat once again, embarrassed. "Of course I remember, darling. But."
"If you remember correctly, I was 15 when I started dating you, without the permission of my father as well," reminded his wife.
"But that was different!" exclaimed Kenji, his collar now suddenly too tight. He used his index finger to pull the collar away from his neck.
"And what was so different?" The feet tapping began again. "I don't want Usagi going out behind our backs! I'd rather if she trusted us enough to tell us."
Embarrassed and not wanting to anger his wife, Kenji nodded quickly. "I do too. But she's my little girl!"
Ikuko moved to her husband's side, placed her arms around him and said softly, "I know she will always be that to you. But Usagi's growing up and she says she really likes this boy. Please don't ruin this for her."
Kenji sighed, "O.K. I promise I won't.. But I will ask a lot of questions!"
"I'm sure they won't mind." Ikuko turned Kenji towards her and cupped his face. "I'm so proud of you, my dear."
Kenji sighed resignedly.
What will happen during this dinner? Will Usagi's parents like Mamoru? NEXT CHAPTER: INTERROGATION
I decided to have more than one or two more chapters to go before this story will end. But do you want a sequel? Please read and review! And many thanks to those who has reviewed it so far! I get so motivated from them!