A/N: Well, I tried to keep this story close to the anime in how the whole
Mamoru/Usagi discovering the others' identities thing would fall out, but
it's gonna have to change for this story to happen. Hope you don't mind!
Enjoy the fic!
Disclaimer - Now, if I really owned Sailor Moon, would I EVER have had Safiru die? No, didn't think so.
~o~O~o~
Rei carried her sleeping friend up to the Tsukino residence. She's had far too many sweets, she thought as she made her last struggling step to the front door. Usagi had fallen asleep on Rei as they had been talking on a bench on the way to Usagi's house. She had told her about the date and about her wish for Tuxedo Kamen to love her. Poor Usagi. She had never wanted Mamoru's attention.
But Rei had.
Rei knocked on the door lightly. Usagi's mother opened it, and asked Rei to help her carry her sleeping daughter up the stairs. By then it was nearly ten o'clock.
"Well, I am sorry Tsukino-sempai, but I must be getting back to the temple. Grandfather will be getting worried, I am sure."
"Ja ne, Rei-chan. Arigato for helping me carry Usagi," replied Usagi's mother.
Rei smiled. What joy it must be to have a mother like that. "Hai, any time. Ja!" she replied before running out the front door.
Tears were dripping down her cheeks as she started running to the temple. Why did she feel so bad?. She wasn't jealous of Usagi. She wasn't jealous of her family, her personality, her crush, Mamoru . . . her life. She couldn't be jealous. After all, Usagi was her best friend. She wiped a tear off of her cheek.
LIAR!!!
---
Usagi snuggled into her bunny-covered sheets. Luna purred next to her head in the contentment the uptight cat could only reach in restful slumber. Sighing slightly, Usagi's eyes fluttered opened. She smiled out the window and looked at her clock. It was only six thirty, but she could still get up and go for a stroll. She got up, stretched, and picked up the alarm clock again. If she was fast enough, she might even be able to go to the arcade before she had to go to school. The only problem was, if she were to go to the arcade, she might bump into Chiba Mamoru . . .
She dropped the alarm clock she was holding and it shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces on her wooden floor. The events of the previous day came flying back to her, and all of the comfort and peace of her sleep was diminished.
Mamoru. Tuxedo Kamen. Zoicite. The youma. The man lying almost dead on the ground. Rei. Minako. Ami. Makoto. Motoki. The movie. The restaurant. The kiss on the cheek. The seduction. The milkshake.
Make him love me . . .
Wishes can come true . . .
She screamed. She didn't want this anymore!!! All she wanted was for Tuxedo Kamen to love her like she loved him!!! Was that so much to ask?!! Why did Mamoru show interest in her now? It was too late for her!!! She hated him!!!
"Usagi?!!" asked her mother from the doorway.
Usagi clutched her head in her hands. If she hated him so much, then how did he make her forget Tuxedo Kamen? What were the feelings that he stirred deep inside of her? Why was he doing this to her now? She was too far over the edge already!!!
"Usagi, what's wrong?!!" begged her mother, walking closer to her with a hand outstretched.
"Don't come any closer!!!" she cried. "I don't want him to touch my heart anymore!!! Don't let anyone come any closer!!!"
Tsukino-san looked helplessly at her daughter, and then retreated back down the stairs that lead to Usagi's room. Boy problems, she thought.
Usagi started crying helplessly again. She would have to confront him. She would have to tell him that she couldn't see him anymore. There was nothing else she could do. She didn't want to have these feelings for Mamoru. All she wanted was for her Tuxedo Kamen to love her.
She would confront him later.
---
Mamoru paced in the arcade. He had been pacing there for about three hours so far, waiting for Usagi. It was six o'clock; she should have been here by now!!! Was something wrong?
He was about ready to jump into his car and drive over to the Tsukino residence when a grim Usagi walked into the arcade. He went up to talk to her, to say anything to her, but no words came out. She looked into his eyes and said those dreaded words.
"We need to talk."
He looked down at her shocked, and followed her to the booth in the restaurant part of the arcade. She motioned him to sit down, and then she sat down opposite from him. She looked up into his eyes again and he was surprised at how cold they were. Usually with Usagi you could tell exactly what she was thinking by looking into the clear blue orbs, but now they seemed rather . . . dark.
"Usako, what's wrong?" he asked softly. She hesitated as she looked at him; he could tell. The pet name came naturally to his lips. Usako. It was pretty.
"Don't call me that," she whispered coldly. "I don't want your attention anymore. Leave me alone. I don't love you. I love someone else and because of you he won't love me."
Mamoru's gaze sliced into her. his breathing quickened angrily. How dare she!!!
He stood up, and she looked up at him; shocked. She started to say something, but was stopped when he came up to her, picked her up out of the booth, and carried her out the door.
"Nanika-" cried Usagi, but Mamoru silenced her once again.
"Motoki, please place any costs on my tab," stated Mamoru before he walked out of the door to the arcade and towards his car.
"H-hai, Mamoru-san," replied Motoki haltingly. Mamoru seemed angry. What had the odango-haired girl said?
---
"H-hoi! Just what do you think you are doing, Mamoru!" cried Usagi as he deposited her in the passenger seat of his car.
"We," he stated as he stuck the key into the ignition angrily, "are going for a little drive."
She looked at him shocked, and then looked forwards again. Her sure-to-work plan wasn't working so well. "You are angry?" she asked cautiously.
He ignored her until they had pulled out of the arcade parking lot and were onto the freeway. She looked at him again. She had never seen him act like this before.
Finally, Mamoru looked down at her. "I have loved you since the moment I set eyes on you," he whispered, and then let his eyes drift back to the road.
Usagi stiffened. "Mamo-chan . . ." She let the statement hang in the air for a little bit. "I love another," she whispered.
Mamoru looked down at her again. "Does he love you?"
"I-I don't know," she sighed back. "I think he loves another as well."
Mamoru took the next exit off of the freeway. His anger was beginning to cool. Perhaps she thought she was doing the right thing by pushing him away . . .
He would show her how wrong she was.
"Odango-atama," he whispered to her as they drove through one neighborhood after another. "Why won't you let yourself love me? I know you did feel something the other night." Had it only been the night before? It seemed like it had been eternity.
She didn't say anything for quite a while. Finally, he looked over to her. Tears were streaming down her face. He felt terrible. "Usako . . ." he whispered.
"N-nani?" she replied just as softly. "Did you just call me Usako?"
He smiled. It had just come naturally, but he had needed a new nickname for her for a while. Usako. It was beautiful, just like his Usagi of the Moon.
'Usako," he whispered to her as he stopped the car in front of a house she recognized as her own. "Usako, I love you. And this man you love loves you too. He would want you to look beyond the mask, though. Love the man behind the mask." He leaned over her, his muscled body blocking her view.
"M-Mamo-chan?" she questioned softly. He unlocked the door of the car on her side and pushed opened the door. As he moved back across her, she caught the sleeve of his shirt. "Mamoru, I love you too. I just wished for Tuxedo Kamen to love me. I just wanted him to love me!" She pulled the door closed next to her and turned to look into his eyes. "I wished on that milkshake that day, the one Makoto brought to me from the Crown, and I wished for him to love me. But he didn't love me, and things just went downhill. He loves another, I can tell. And I thought I would die." She paused as Mamoru, silent and listening, wiped away the tears she didn't realize were falling down her cheeks. She smiled slightly and continued. "But I didn't die. You were there. You made me forget him; it scared me. So I ran from you." she sighed deeply. "But he knew, because he didn't save me like he always does."
"Why would you need saving?" he asked softly, although deep inside he already knew the answer.
"Because I am a precious item needed to save the world from its untimely demise," she replied wryly.
"I know," he answered simply. She looked up at him, but he shook his head as if begging her to ask no questions.
He leaned over her and opened the door for her again. "You should go now," he whispered, looking at his watch. It was already eight thirty. "Your parents must be worried about you."
"They can wait another minute or two," she replied in that cute little voice of hers. He realized just how deeply he had fallen for her, and it scared him, but there was no going back now. She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes, and the next thing he knew, she had put her hand around his neck and had brought his mouth crashing down upon hers.
No Tuxedo Kamen protected the doors to her heart now. She was his.
~o~O~o~
Well, I hope you liked it! I realized that in the process of getting from the first chapter to now, it got slightly angsty, but you still enjoyed it, right? My dear friend Aku Youkai writes the good ol' angst tragedy fics, so if you like Trigun/ Legato/ depression fics, hop on over to her. ::Sorry, I just had to give her a shout out because she gave me a big long review!!! Anyways, just to share, I finished watching SailorStars, and it was the most amazing thing!!! The last episode was perfect; a perfect way to sum up the long five seasons, and for an hour after that, I was running around my house all giggly. If you get the chance, I highly suggest that you watch it. It is beautiful animation and a deep story. I actually cheered for Seiya and Usagi!!! ::What is this world coming to?:: Well, I think I have bugged you all for one day. Please remember to review!!! Arigato, and sayonara!!!
Sempai ~ a title added on to names giving a lot of respect
Ja ne ~ see ya
Arigato ~ thank you
Hai ~ yes
Nanika ~ what?!!
San ~ a friendly addition to names that can be used for anyone
Hoi ~ hey
Odango-atama ~ dumpling head; Mamoru's nickname for Usagi throughout the five seasons of Sailor Moon
Disclaimer - Now, if I really owned Sailor Moon, would I EVER have had Safiru die? No, didn't think so.
~o~O~o~
Rei carried her sleeping friend up to the Tsukino residence. She's had far too many sweets, she thought as she made her last struggling step to the front door. Usagi had fallen asleep on Rei as they had been talking on a bench on the way to Usagi's house. She had told her about the date and about her wish for Tuxedo Kamen to love her. Poor Usagi. She had never wanted Mamoru's attention.
But Rei had.
Rei knocked on the door lightly. Usagi's mother opened it, and asked Rei to help her carry her sleeping daughter up the stairs. By then it was nearly ten o'clock.
"Well, I am sorry Tsukino-sempai, but I must be getting back to the temple. Grandfather will be getting worried, I am sure."
"Ja ne, Rei-chan. Arigato for helping me carry Usagi," replied Usagi's mother.
Rei smiled. What joy it must be to have a mother like that. "Hai, any time. Ja!" she replied before running out the front door.
Tears were dripping down her cheeks as she started running to the temple. Why did she feel so bad?. She wasn't jealous of Usagi. She wasn't jealous of her family, her personality, her crush, Mamoru . . . her life. She couldn't be jealous. After all, Usagi was her best friend. She wiped a tear off of her cheek.
LIAR!!!
---
Usagi snuggled into her bunny-covered sheets. Luna purred next to her head in the contentment the uptight cat could only reach in restful slumber. Sighing slightly, Usagi's eyes fluttered opened. She smiled out the window and looked at her clock. It was only six thirty, but she could still get up and go for a stroll. She got up, stretched, and picked up the alarm clock again. If she was fast enough, she might even be able to go to the arcade before she had to go to school. The only problem was, if she were to go to the arcade, she might bump into Chiba Mamoru . . .
She dropped the alarm clock she was holding and it shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces on her wooden floor. The events of the previous day came flying back to her, and all of the comfort and peace of her sleep was diminished.
Mamoru. Tuxedo Kamen. Zoicite. The youma. The man lying almost dead on the ground. Rei. Minako. Ami. Makoto. Motoki. The movie. The restaurant. The kiss on the cheek. The seduction. The milkshake.
Make him love me . . .
Wishes can come true . . .
She screamed. She didn't want this anymore!!! All she wanted was for Tuxedo Kamen to love her like she loved him!!! Was that so much to ask?!! Why did Mamoru show interest in her now? It was too late for her!!! She hated him!!!
"Usagi?!!" asked her mother from the doorway.
Usagi clutched her head in her hands. If she hated him so much, then how did he make her forget Tuxedo Kamen? What were the feelings that he stirred deep inside of her? Why was he doing this to her now? She was too far over the edge already!!!
"Usagi, what's wrong?!!" begged her mother, walking closer to her with a hand outstretched.
"Don't come any closer!!!" she cried. "I don't want him to touch my heart anymore!!! Don't let anyone come any closer!!!"
Tsukino-san looked helplessly at her daughter, and then retreated back down the stairs that lead to Usagi's room. Boy problems, she thought.
Usagi started crying helplessly again. She would have to confront him. She would have to tell him that she couldn't see him anymore. There was nothing else she could do. She didn't want to have these feelings for Mamoru. All she wanted was for her Tuxedo Kamen to love her.
She would confront him later.
---
Mamoru paced in the arcade. He had been pacing there for about three hours so far, waiting for Usagi. It was six o'clock; she should have been here by now!!! Was something wrong?
He was about ready to jump into his car and drive over to the Tsukino residence when a grim Usagi walked into the arcade. He went up to talk to her, to say anything to her, but no words came out. She looked into his eyes and said those dreaded words.
"We need to talk."
He looked down at her shocked, and followed her to the booth in the restaurant part of the arcade. She motioned him to sit down, and then she sat down opposite from him. She looked up into his eyes again and he was surprised at how cold they were. Usually with Usagi you could tell exactly what she was thinking by looking into the clear blue orbs, but now they seemed rather . . . dark.
"Usako, what's wrong?" he asked softly. She hesitated as she looked at him; he could tell. The pet name came naturally to his lips. Usako. It was pretty.
"Don't call me that," she whispered coldly. "I don't want your attention anymore. Leave me alone. I don't love you. I love someone else and because of you he won't love me."
Mamoru's gaze sliced into her. his breathing quickened angrily. How dare she!!!
He stood up, and she looked up at him; shocked. She started to say something, but was stopped when he came up to her, picked her up out of the booth, and carried her out the door.
"Nanika-" cried Usagi, but Mamoru silenced her once again.
"Motoki, please place any costs on my tab," stated Mamoru before he walked out of the door to the arcade and towards his car.
"H-hai, Mamoru-san," replied Motoki haltingly. Mamoru seemed angry. What had the odango-haired girl said?
---
"H-hoi! Just what do you think you are doing, Mamoru!" cried Usagi as he deposited her in the passenger seat of his car.
"We," he stated as he stuck the key into the ignition angrily, "are going for a little drive."
She looked at him shocked, and then looked forwards again. Her sure-to-work plan wasn't working so well. "You are angry?" she asked cautiously.
He ignored her until they had pulled out of the arcade parking lot and were onto the freeway. She looked at him again. She had never seen him act like this before.
Finally, Mamoru looked down at her. "I have loved you since the moment I set eyes on you," he whispered, and then let his eyes drift back to the road.
Usagi stiffened. "Mamo-chan . . ." She let the statement hang in the air for a little bit. "I love another," she whispered.
Mamoru looked down at her again. "Does he love you?"
"I-I don't know," she sighed back. "I think he loves another as well."
Mamoru took the next exit off of the freeway. His anger was beginning to cool. Perhaps she thought she was doing the right thing by pushing him away . . .
He would show her how wrong she was.
"Odango-atama," he whispered to her as they drove through one neighborhood after another. "Why won't you let yourself love me? I know you did feel something the other night." Had it only been the night before? It seemed like it had been eternity.
She didn't say anything for quite a while. Finally, he looked over to her. Tears were streaming down her face. He felt terrible. "Usako . . ." he whispered.
"N-nani?" she replied just as softly. "Did you just call me Usako?"
He smiled. It had just come naturally, but he had needed a new nickname for her for a while. Usako. It was beautiful, just like his Usagi of the Moon.
'Usako," he whispered to her as he stopped the car in front of a house she recognized as her own. "Usako, I love you. And this man you love loves you too. He would want you to look beyond the mask, though. Love the man behind the mask." He leaned over her, his muscled body blocking her view.
"M-Mamo-chan?" she questioned softly. He unlocked the door of the car on her side and pushed opened the door. As he moved back across her, she caught the sleeve of his shirt. "Mamoru, I love you too. I just wished for Tuxedo Kamen to love me. I just wanted him to love me!" She pulled the door closed next to her and turned to look into his eyes. "I wished on that milkshake that day, the one Makoto brought to me from the Crown, and I wished for him to love me. But he didn't love me, and things just went downhill. He loves another, I can tell. And I thought I would die." She paused as Mamoru, silent and listening, wiped away the tears she didn't realize were falling down her cheeks. She smiled slightly and continued. "But I didn't die. You were there. You made me forget him; it scared me. So I ran from you." she sighed deeply. "But he knew, because he didn't save me like he always does."
"Why would you need saving?" he asked softly, although deep inside he already knew the answer.
"Because I am a precious item needed to save the world from its untimely demise," she replied wryly.
"I know," he answered simply. She looked up at him, but he shook his head as if begging her to ask no questions.
He leaned over her and opened the door for her again. "You should go now," he whispered, looking at his watch. It was already eight thirty. "Your parents must be worried about you."
"They can wait another minute or two," she replied in that cute little voice of hers. He realized just how deeply he had fallen for her, and it scared him, but there was no going back now. She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes, and the next thing he knew, she had put her hand around his neck and had brought his mouth crashing down upon hers.
No Tuxedo Kamen protected the doors to her heart now. She was his.
~o~O~o~
Well, I hope you liked it! I realized that in the process of getting from the first chapter to now, it got slightly angsty, but you still enjoyed it, right? My dear friend Aku Youkai writes the good ol' angst tragedy fics, so if you like Trigun/ Legato/ depression fics, hop on over to her. ::Sorry, I just had to give her a shout out because she gave me a big long review!!! Anyways, just to share, I finished watching SailorStars, and it was the most amazing thing!!! The last episode was perfect; a perfect way to sum up the long five seasons, and for an hour after that, I was running around my house all giggly. If you get the chance, I highly suggest that you watch it. It is beautiful animation and a deep story. I actually cheered for Seiya and Usagi!!! ::What is this world coming to?:: Well, I think I have bugged you all for one day. Please remember to review!!! Arigato, and sayonara!!!
Sempai ~ a title added on to names giving a lot of respect
Ja ne ~ see ya
Arigato ~ thank you
Hai ~ yes
Nanika ~ what?!!
San ~ a friendly addition to names that can be used for anyone
Hoi ~ hey
Odango-atama ~ dumpling head; Mamoru's nickname for Usagi throughout the five seasons of Sailor Moon
