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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 and I don't know the Japanese protocol for saying Mr. And Mrs. Sorry!
Chapter 12: Interrogation
Ding Dong!
"I'll get it Mom!" Usagi yelled out as she rushed towards the door before Shingo got it and opened it to see a very handsome Mamoru in a new black jacket. She looked behind her and stepped out, closing the door. Usagi went up to Mamoru and hugged him. "Hi, Mamo-chan. I'm so glad you're here."
Mamoru looked down, unable to move his hands from his side as he was carrying items in both hands. "I'm glad too. I hope telling your Mom wasn't too bad."
Usagi still hugging Mamoru's waist, looked up. "No. She was fine with it, except she was a little bit disappointed. She said she would soften Dad up before dinner."
"Then everything will be alright," said Mamoru.
"I hope so too," replied Usagi as she snuggled her face into his jacket.
"Uh. Usako?" asked Mamoru.
"Hmm?" said Usagi, her face still in his jacket and her hands smoothing his back.
"Don't you think we should go in?"
"Oh!" Usagi blushed as she jumped away from Mamoru. "I forgot!"
Mamoru chuckled. "That's O.K, Usako." He moved his items to one hand.
Usagi turned away, reaching to open the door but Mamoru's hand snaked out and snatched hers. He pulled her close to him and bent down to kiss her passionately (which was a great feat since there was such a big difference in height).
"Sorry, Usagi. I just couldn't help it," he said after releasing her.
Usagi shyly smiled and blushed even more from the kiss. "That's O.K. Mamo- chan, we'd better go in now before they start to suspect something." She opened the door and led Mamoru in to her house.
Once the door had closed behind them, Usagi's mother came out of the kitchen, taking her apron off and brushing down her dress. She walked towards the couple.
"You must be Mamoru," said Ikuko, holding out her hand. "I've heard so much about you from Usagi."
Mamoru looked at Usagi then back at Ikuko. He took her hand and bent to kiss it. "And you must be Tsukino-san. Now I know where Usagi gets her lovely looks from."
Ikuko giggled at the showing of a gentleman.
"Why couldn't Kenji be like this?" she thought to herself. "Usagi is very lucky to have caught the eye of this tall, dark and handsome man."
A loud clearing of the throat from the living room door way suddenly made the three look up.
"So this is the young man I have been hearing about," stated Kenji, scanning Mamoru from head to toe. He only stopped when his wife elbowed him.
Mamoru shifted slightly on the spot then walked over to him while everyone else followed. Usagi whispered to her mother, "Did you hide all the shot guns, Mom?"
Her mother replied, "Yes, don't worry, dear. There will be no shootings this evening."
Usagi sighed, relieved that no one will be hurt physically, but still.
While the two females were whispering, Mamoru had answered, "Yes, sir. You must be Tsukino-san." They shook hands, Mamoru returning Kenji's strong grip without wincing.
"Daddy, this is Mamoru Chiba," said Usagi.
Kenji nodded at his daughter, while still having his eyes on Mamoru. "Hmm. Welcome to our home, Chiba-san."
"Thank you, sir," said Mamoru. He turned to Usagi's mother. "I have a few gifts for you and your family."
He held out his hand to show a bouquet of lilies and other flowers and a gift-wrapped box. "I hope you will accept this in return for your generosity."
"Why, thank you, Chiba-san. That is so kind of you!" Ikuko took the flowers and gift. "Please, why don't we all sit down before we have dinner?" She pointed out the living room. "Usagi, can you please take Chiba-san and your father in while I put these lovely flowers into a vase?"
"Yes mother," replied Usagi.
"And get Shingo down from his room," reminded her mother.
"Yes mother," repeated Usagi. The three moved into the living room while Ikuko disappeared in the direction of the kitchen.
***
After seating her father and Mamoru, Usagi excused herself from the living room and went up the stairs to call Shingo.
"I hope Daddy will not ask Mamoru embarrassing questions," she thought to herself, dreading what might happen.
***
Kenji looked at Mamoru, seated across the room.
"So, Chiba-san," he started.
"Yes, sir?" answered Mamoru.
"How." began Kenji when Ikuko walked into the living room. Both men stood up to greet her.
"Chiba-san, the flowers are lovely. Thank you so much again. Please, take a seat," invited Ikuko as she sat down next to Kenji.
"You're welcome Tsukino-san. They reminded me of your daughter. So I thought you might like them too," explained Mamoru.
"That's wonderful. Oh hello dear," greeted Ikuko as Shingo and Usagi came into the room and Mamoru stood, waiting for Usagi to sit. He sat down only after Usagi had chosen her seat next to his own on the sofa. Ikuko and Kenji both arched their eyebrows at this action.
"Hello. Who are you?" asked Shingo directly to Mamoru.
"Shingo!" scolded Usagi. "This is Mamoru Chiba. He's my friend."
"You're friend, Usagi? I didn't know you had friends, let alone guy friends. How did you meet?" asked Shingo, intrigued at the man sitting beside his sister.
"Yes, how did you meet?" Kenji reinforced.
The teenage couple looked at each other and smiled at the memory.
Usagi began to talk first, looking at Mamoru. "Well, we knew each other for a long while. We first talked to each other." Usagi said and paused.
".when she threw a rolled up piece of paper and it hit me on the head!" finished Mamoru. He smiled at her, missing the looks Ikuko and Kenji gave each other.
Shingo laughed, "Hah! Trust Usagi to do something like that! She's such a klutz!"
Usagi broke eye contact with Mamoru to scowl at Shingo.
"So, Mamoru! How old are you?" quickly asked Ikuko, sensing a fight coming on between the two siblings.
"I'm turning twenty this year," answered Mamoru.
"Twenty?" exclaimed Kenji as he sat up straighter, his face reddish. "You're way too old for my daughter!"
"Daddy!" said Usagi. "It's only a small difference.. Besides, you're six years older than Mom."
Kenji stuttered, "But. but. That's different!"
Ikuko crossed her arms, turned to face her husband and said angrily, "And what is so different?"
"Well. well." Kenji stopped stuttering and turned his face away from his wife's inquiring eyes, blushing.
"Twenty is a good age, Chiba-san. What are doing now? Studying or working?" Ikuko unfolded her arms and turned towards Mamoru again and asked.
"Both, actually. I'm studying to be a doctor and I also work in the local hospital," replied Mamoru.
Ikuko nodded with approval. "That's good. That means you know what you want in your future and that you are a hard worker."
"And he's really smart, Mother. Mamoru's been helping me with my school work," said Usagi.
"Has he?" asked Kenji, curious.
Mamoru and Usagi both nodded.
"Yes. We've been having tutoring lessons after school to discuss Usagi's home and school work," stated Mamoru.
"That's why Usagi's marks has been increasing!" smiled Ikuko, looking pleased at Usagi.
"Yeah. Who thought my sister had a brain?" mumbled Shingo.
"Shingo!" scolded his mother.
Usagi stuck out her tongue to him, which he freely returned.
"Children!" scolded Ikuko again. The two parents sweat-dropped at the childish behaviour. Ikuko looked apologetically to Mamoru. "I'm so sorry, Chiba-san. These two just can't help teasing each other."
Mamoru chuckled. "It's O.K., Tsukino-san. I know Usagi very well."
"And just how well do you know Usagi?" asked Kenji angrily, his face getting red again.
"Uhh.what I mean, sir, is that I know how Usagi reacts to teasing!" back- pedalled Mamoru.
"Just what are your intentions to my daughter, Chiba-san?" Kenji interrogated heatedly.
"Daddy!" scolded Usagi, "We've only been going out for a few weeks! You can't ask that now! It's too early!"
"And why not?" replied Usagi's father and scowled.
"Daddy!"
"Actually, sir," interrupted Mamoru, looking Kenji straight in the eye. "To tell you the truth. I love your daughter." A gasped could be heard from Ikuko and Mamoru turned to look into the eyes of Usagi while taking her hands into his. "And I would never do anything to hurt her. I want to protect and cherish Usagi and I plan to marry her when the time is right." Another gasp could be heard but this one came from Usagi.
"Oh, Mamo-chan," sighed Usagi.
"Marry?" shouted Kenji, his veins in his forehead now very visible. "Who said anything about marriage? Usagi is too young to get married!"
"Now, now dear," soothed Ikuko. "It's alright. You did ask him what his intentions were."
The parents looked at the happy couple sitting across the room from them. The couple both had smiles on their faces. Kenji huffed and puffed for another few minutes and then unenthusiastically turned away.
"Yuck!" spat Shingo. "Who would want to marry my sister?"
"Shingo!" scolded Ikuko again. She stood up. "Why don't we all go into the dining room to have dinner?"
Usagi broke eye contact with Mamoru and stood up. "Dinner? Great! I'm so hungry!" She turned to Mamoru again. "You are going to love what we cooked for dinner, Mamo-chan! Some of your favourites!" Usagi offered her arms to Mamoru to pull him up.
Mamoru accepted and stood up. "Thanks, Usagi." He looked at Kenji who was still sitting on the other sofa but his face was no longer red.
Kenji snapped out of the sudden trance. He shook his head. "What? Oh, dinner. Yes, let's go have some dinner, shall we?"
Kenji stood up, followed by Shingo. And with one final intense look at Mamoru, they both went into the dining room.
Usagi began to follow them but Mamoru held her back and turned her to face him
"I hope you didn't mind, Usako," asked Mamoru.
Usagi looked up with a smile on her face. "No, of course not, Mamo-chan!" She then sobered and looked down, "But are you really sure you want to marry me? I'm afraid Shingo may be right. What man would want to marry me?"
Mamoru lifted her head with his hand, "Don't ever say that, Usagi! You are a wonderful person. Beautiful, compassionate, funny and smart. And I love you, Usagi Tsukino."
Usagi's eyes filled with tears. "Oh Mamo-chan! I love you too!"
She threw her hands around his waist and fiercely hugged Mamoru. He returned the hug and bent down to kiss her lightly on the lips.
"Uh hmm." coughed Ikuko discreetly. "Won't you two like to have something to eat before Shingo finishes it all?"
The couple looked up, sweat dropped and blushed furiously at being caught.
"Uhh.Mom!"
"Gomen, Tsukino-san! We were just.." Mamoru looked at Usagi desperately.
"Come on, Mamo-chan." An embarrassed Usagi dragged Mamoru towards Ikuko and the dining room. "I don't want you to miss any of the food and I don't want to either! Shingo can be such a pig! And guess what? I helped cook it!"
Mamoru sweat dropped as he remembered Usagi's past kitchen disasters. He wondered what he was getting into.
What does Usagi's cooking taste like? And more importantly, how will Usagi's parents react to the new relationship? NEXT CHAPTER: ACCEPTANCE.
There will be more than one or two more chapters to go before this story will end. I really wanted to tell the whole story and not summarise what happens. 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 and I don't know the Japanese protocol for saying Mr. And Mrs. Sorry!
Chapter 12: Interrogation
Ding Dong!
"I'll get it Mom!" Usagi yelled out as she rushed towards the door before Shingo got it and opened it to see a very handsome Mamoru in a new black jacket. She looked behind her and stepped out, closing the door. Usagi went up to Mamoru and hugged him. "Hi, Mamo-chan. I'm so glad you're here."
Mamoru looked down, unable to move his hands from his side as he was carrying items in both hands. "I'm glad too. I hope telling your Mom wasn't too bad."
Usagi still hugging Mamoru's waist, looked up. "No. She was fine with it, except she was a little bit disappointed. She said she would soften Dad up before dinner."
"Then everything will be alright," said Mamoru.
"I hope so too," replied Usagi as she snuggled her face into his jacket.
"Uh. Usako?" asked Mamoru.
"Hmm?" said Usagi, her face still in his jacket and her hands smoothing his back.
"Don't you think we should go in?"
"Oh!" Usagi blushed as she jumped away from Mamoru. "I forgot!"
Mamoru chuckled. "That's O.K, Usako." He moved his items to one hand.
Usagi turned away, reaching to open the door but Mamoru's hand snaked out and snatched hers. He pulled her close to him and bent down to kiss her passionately (which was a great feat since there was such a big difference in height).
"Sorry, Usagi. I just couldn't help it," he said after releasing her.
Usagi shyly smiled and blushed even more from the kiss. "That's O.K. Mamo- chan, we'd better go in now before they start to suspect something." She opened the door and led Mamoru in to her house.
Once the door had closed behind them, Usagi's mother came out of the kitchen, taking her apron off and brushing down her dress. She walked towards the couple.
"You must be Mamoru," said Ikuko, holding out her hand. "I've heard so much about you from Usagi."
Mamoru looked at Usagi then back at Ikuko. He took her hand and bent to kiss it. "And you must be Tsukino-san. Now I know where Usagi gets her lovely looks from."
Ikuko giggled at the showing of a gentleman.
"Why couldn't Kenji be like this?" she thought to herself. "Usagi is very lucky to have caught the eye of this tall, dark and handsome man."
A loud clearing of the throat from the living room door way suddenly made the three look up.
"So this is the young man I have been hearing about," stated Kenji, scanning Mamoru from head to toe. He only stopped when his wife elbowed him.
Mamoru shifted slightly on the spot then walked over to him while everyone else followed. Usagi whispered to her mother, "Did you hide all the shot guns, Mom?"
Her mother replied, "Yes, don't worry, dear. There will be no shootings this evening."
Usagi sighed, relieved that no one will be hurt physically, but still.
While the two females were whispering, Mamoru had answered, "Yes, sir. You must be Tsukino-san." They shook hands, Mamoru returning Kenji's strong grip without wincing.
"Daddy, this is Mamoru Chiba," said Usagi.
Kenji nodded at his daughter, while still having his eyes on Mamoru. "Hmm. Welcome to our home, Chiba-san."
"Thank you, sir," said Mamoru. He turned to Usagi's mother. "I have a few gifts for you and your family."
He held out his hand to show a bouquet of lilies and other flowers and a gift-wrapped box. "I hope you will accept this in return for your generosity."
"Why, thank you, Chiba-san. That is so kind of you!" Ikuko took the flowers and gift. "Please, why don't we all sit down before we have dinner?" She pointed out the living room. "Usagi, can you please take Chiba-san and your father in while I put these lovely flowers into a vase?"
"Yes mother," replied Usagi.
"And get Shingo down from his room," reminded her mother.
"Yes mother," repeated Usagi. The three moved into the living room while Ikuko disappeared in the direction of the kitchen.
***
After seating her father and Mamoru, Usagi excused herself from the living room and went up the stairs to call Shingo.
"I hope Daddy will not ask Mamoru embarrassing questions," she thought to herself, dreading what might happen.
***
Kenji looked at Mamoru, seated across the room.
"So, Chiba-san," he started.
"Yes, sir?" answered Mamoru.
"How." began Kenji when Ikuko walked into the living room. Both men stood up to greet her.
"Chiba-san, the flowers are lovely. Thank you so much again. Please, take a seat," invited Ikuko as she sat down next to Kenji.
"You're welcome Tsukino-san. They reminded me of your daughter. So I thought you might like them too," explained Mamoru.
"That's wonderful. Oh hello dear," greeted Ikuko as Shingo and Usagi came into the room and Mamoru stood, waiting for Usagi to sit. He sat down only after Usagi had chosen her seat next to his own on the sofa. Ikuko and Kenji both arched their eyebrows at this action.
"Hello. Who are you?" asked Shingo directly to Mamoru.
"Shingo!" scolded Usagi. "This is Mamoru Chiba. He's my friend."
"You're friend, Usagi? I didn't know you had friends, let alone guy friends. How did you meet?" asked Shingo, intrigued at the man sitting beside his sister.
"Yes, how did you meet?" Kenji reinforced.
The teenage couple looked at each other and smiled at the memory.
Usagi began to talk first, looking at Mamoru. "Well, we knew each other for a long while. We first talked to each other." Usagi said and paused.
".when she threw a rolled up piece of paper and it hit me on the head!" finished Mamoru. He smiled at her, missing the looks Ikuko and Kenji gave each other.
Shingo laughed, "Hah! Trust Usagi to do something like that! She's such a klutz!"
Usagi broke eye contact with Mamoru to scowl at Shingo.
"So, Mamoru! How old are you?" quickly asked Ikuko, sensing a fight coming on between the two siblings.
"I'm turning twenty this year," answered Mamoru.
"Twenty?" exclaimed Kenji as he sat up straighter, his face reddish. "You're way too old for my daughter!"
"Daddy!" said Usagi. "It's only a small difference.. Besides, you're six years older than Mom."
Kenji stuttered, "But. but. That's different!"
Ikuko crossed her arms, turned to face her husband and said angrily, "And what is so different?"
"Well. well." Kenji stopped stuttering and turned his face away from his wife's inquiring eyes, blushing.
"Twenty is a good age, Chiba-san. What are doing now? Studying or working?" Ikuko unfolded her arms and turned towards Mamoru again and asked.
"Both, actually. I'm studying to be a doctor and I also work in the local hospital," replied Mamoru.
Ikuko nodded with approval. "That's good. That means you know what you want in your future and that you are a hard worker."
"And he's really smart, Mother. Mamoru's been helping me with my school work," said Usagi.
"Has he?" asked Kenji, curious.
Mamoru and Usagi both nodded.
"Yes. We've been having tutoring lessons after school to discuss Usagi's home and school work," stated Mamoru.
"That's why Usagi's marks has been increasing!" smiled Ikuko, looking pleased at Usagi.
"Yeah. Who thought my sister had a brain?" mumbled Shingo.
"Shingo!" scolded his mother.
Usagi stuck out her tongue to him, which he freely returned.
"Children!" scolded Ikuko again. The two parents sweat-dropped at the childish behaviour. Ikuko looked apologetically to Mamoru. "I'm so sorry, Chiba-san. These two just can't help teasing each other."
Mamoru chuckled. "It's O.K., Tsukino-san. I know Usagi very well."
"And just how well do you know Usagi?" asked Kenji angrily, his face getting red again.
"Uhh.what I mean, sir, is that I know how Usagi reacts to teasing!" back- pedalled Mamoru.
"Just what are your intentions to my daughter, Chiba-san?" Kenji interrogated heatedly.
"Daddy!" scolded Usagi, "We've only been going out for a few weeks! You can't ask that now! It's too early!"
"And why not?" replied Usagi's father and scowled.
"Daddy!"
"Actually, sir," interrupted Mamoru, looking Kenji straight in the eye. "To tell you the truth. I love your daughter." A gasped could be heard from Ikuko and Mamoru turned to look into the eyes of Usagi while taking her hands into his. "And I would never do anything to hurt her. I want to protect and cherish Usagi and I plan to marry her when the time is right." Another gasp could be heard but this one came from Usagi.
"Oh, Mamo-chan," sighed Usagi.
"Marry?" shouted Kenji, his veins in his forehead now very visible. "Who said anything about marriage? Usagi is too young to get married!"
"Now, now dear," soothed Ikuko. "It's alright. You did ask him what his intentions were."
The parents looked at the happy couple sitting across the room from them. The couple both had smiles on their faces. Kenji huffed and puffed for another few minutes and then unenthusiastically turned away.
"Yuck!" spat Shingo. "Who would want to marry my sister?"
"Shingo!" scolded Ikuko again. She stood up. "Why don't we all go into the dining room to have dinner?"
Usagi broke eye contact with Mamoru and stood up. "Dinner? Great! I'm so hungry!" She turned to Mamoru again. "You are going to love what we cooked for dinner, Mamo-chan! Some of your favourites!" Usagi offered her arms to Mamoru to pull him up.
Mamoru accepted and stood up. "Thanks, Usagi." He looked at Kenji who was still sitting on the other sofa but his face was no longer red.
Kenji snapped out of the sudden trance. He shook his head. "What? Oh, dinner. Yes, let's go have some dinner, shall we?"
Kenji stood up, followed by Shingo. And with one final intense look at Mamoru, they both went into the dining room.
Usagi began to follow them but Mamoru held her back and turned her to face him
"I hope you didn't mind, Usako," asked Mamoru.
Usagi looked up with a smile on her face. "No, of course not, Mamo-chan!" She then sobered and looked down, "But are you really sure you want to marry me? I'm afraid Shingo may be right. What man would want to marry me?"
Mamoru lifted her head with his hand, "Don't ever say that, Usagi! You are a wonderful person. Beautiful, compassionate, funny and smart. And I love you, Usagi Tsukino."
Usagi's eyes filled with tears. "Oh Mamo-chan! I love you too!"
She threw her hands around his waist and fiercely hugged Mamoru. He returned the hug and bent down to kiss her lightly on the lips.
"Uh hmm." coughed Ikuko discreetly. "Won't you two like to have something to eat before Shingo finishes it all?"
The couple looked up, sweat dropped and blushed furiously at being caught.
"Uhh.Mom!"
"Gomen, Tsukino-san! We were just.." Mamoru looked at Usagi desperately.
"Come on, Mamo-chan." An embarrassed Usagi dragged Mamoru towards Ikuko and the dining room. "I don't want you to miss any of the food and I don't want to either! Shingo can be such a pig! And guess what? I helped cook it!"
Mamoru sweat dropped as he remembered Usagi's past kitchen disasters. He wondered what he was getting into.
What does Usagi's cooking taste like? And more importantly, how will Usagi's parents react to the new relationship? NEXT CHAPTER: ACCEPTANCE.
There will be more than one or two more chapters to go before this story will end. I really wanted to tell the whole story and not summarise what happens. Please read and review! And many thanks to those who has reviewed it so far! I get so motivated from them!