Title: My Favorite One

Disclaimer: The plot is mine, but the characters are not. I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters in it.

Extra: Part of the beginning is loosely based on, "My Favorite Memory" by Black Iris.

Chapter 4

'Why do I have this feeling like someone's following me? Why do I feel like someone's eyes are set upon me when I'm not looking?' Usagi thought as she pushed through the jumbled up mess of people.

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Mamoru followed Usagi as she pushed her way through. Every time she'd turn around, Mamoru would fall deep into the crowd and blend. After she turned around again, he'd follow.

Mamoru underestimated how smart Usagi was, for he had no idea that she'd be turning around every five minutes. Just to make sure that there's no one behind her. To tell the truth, Mamoru admired this. There were even a couple times when she almost caught him.

What amused him most was that he kept losing her. He's never lost track of his prey before. Why now? Why her? What was so special about her? What was so different about her?

Those questions ran through his mind as he searched for Usagi.

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Usagi finally got to where she wanted to be; the rose garden. She went to a bush, bent over slightly, and inhaled the sweet scent of the roses. Then she picked one before she sat down.

She sat there, feeling fully content while staring at the rose.

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For once, Mamoru had thought about giving up hope of finding the one for his meal tonight. But that was until he came across a balcony. He went out on the balcony and there she was. Sitting on a bench in the middle of all of the crimson rose bushes. She looked like the purest, most perfect, and untouched pearl set upon a crimson pillow.

He watched her as she gazed at the crimson rose she cradled in her tiny hands. For the first time in one thousand years, Mamoru smiled. Not the evil grin or smirk, a real smile of true affection. Suddenly he realized what he was doing and quickly wiped the smile from his lips. But the smile was still there, faintly, but there in his eyes. Then it was gone. He turned to make sure no one was watching, then jumped off of the six story high balcony and landed without a sound.