Wow, I'm so happy that I have gotten such a positive review for this fic!!! I'd like to give a huge thank you to everyone who reviewed; I try and make a habit of thanking you via e-mail and then reading your fics. Goodness, if I had owned Sailor Moon, I could have made a lot of money off of this . . . ::sigh:: Isn't it so sad that I don't own it? Hmm . . .

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Usagi grabbed him by the neck. She realized at that moment that she did love Mamoru. She had loved him for a while; she just hadn't realized. That was why when he had mocked her she had been so hurt. She hadn't needed a masked man who appeared of his own whim. She had a man here who loved her in return; one who would cherish her for the rest of her life.

Tuxedo Kamen had been her first kiss; so it was not to say that she was inexperienced, but when she touched her lips to Mamoru's, she realized that she had no idea what she was doing. But as the kiss deepened, she realized something; this kiss was almost exactly the same as her previous one! Perhaps all men kiss the same, she thought.

When he finally pulled away, she discovered something. Tuxedo Kamen was nothing to her. her heart had belonged to Mamoru since he first placed the milkshake in front of her to make her feel better, she had just been too numbed by her love for Tuxedo Kamen to realize. Mamoru . . .

Slowly, she got out of the car. "I'm really glad we had this little chat, Mamo-chan," she whispered, smiling slightly.

"So am I," he replied. He watched her hips sway as she walked up to her front door and walked into her house. She waved him away and, as he drove back to his apartment, he wondered how he had ever been able to live without her in his life.

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Rei watched Mamoru drive away, a sneer of disgust on her face. How dare she. How DARE she?!! She had seen their kiss in the car. Oh, how she had hated him not even four hours before. She couldn't have him, Rei would not let her have him. She would have to deal with the betrayal that Rei herself had received. Rei would win Mamoru and Usagi would be left with nothing. Tuxedo Kamen would not want her now. She was tainted with her love of another man. Usagi had dug her own grave, and thus would it be her downfall.

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Tuxedo Kamen watched as Sailor Moon killed yet another youma without his help. He stood up, smiling. "God work, Sailor Moon. Your strength is growing."

His Sailor Moon, his Usagi, looked up at him with those big expressive eyes, and he could see her pain at facing him reflected in them. This was the time he needed to tell her who he really was. This was the time . . .

"Fire Soul!"

As he was about to leap down to the senshi, the harsh burn of fire coated his skin, burning away his beloved tuxedo and sending him crashing backwards onto the building he was standing on. he was in so much pain, it hurt to breath, it hurt to move, it hurt to think.

He could hear the inane yelling from the senshi below but could not understand what they were saying. What had hit him? Had he just heard Sailor Mars attack him?

Suddenly, a dark shape hovered over him. He opened his eyes slightly and saw the haughty face of Mars hovering over him.

"Nani?" he managed to croak. "Doshte?"

She smiled, but it sent a chill to his heart. He had never seen anyone give a smile so cold before.

"Because your beloved Sailor Moon has pledged her heart to another," she sneered. "She is not yours; her heart is not one to fit two men."

"She loves me, I know she does." With that, he detransformed with the last of his strength, watching the shock flitter over Sailor Mars' face, along with some other unreadable emotion, before hardening her exterior again.

"She may have loved Tuxedo Kamen, perhaps even you as Mamoru, but that changes not the fact that she still loves another." Rei stood up taller and cursed herself a million times over for the lie she was about to speak, for the heart she was about to break, and for the jealousy that manages to wreak havoc on her soul. "Usagi has been in love with Motoki since the day I first met her."

Mamoru's heart stopped.

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Usagi walked up to the twenty-story apartment building she had been told was Mamoru's by Motoki. She gulped, clutching the bouquet of roses in her hand. She would tell him about how she had never meant the cruel words she had said to him the night before, explain to him about the Tuxedo Kamen she had been so desperately in love with, and tell him of her own secret identity. If he still would have her, then she knew that he was the man for her.

Tuxedo Kamen . . . What had happened to him last night? Had he been okay? Was Rei's excuse of thinking that he was a youma true? Rei had been acting oddly around her as of late. That was but another mystery she would have to unravel.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into the apartment building and made her way up to the room she had been told was Mamoru's. When she finally reached it, slightly winded, she tried the doorknob to find it strangely unlocked. Opening the door, she walked inside and removed her shoes.

The apartment was gorgeous. Her eyes followed the amazing modern room until she saw the hunched shape sitting on the couch. "M-Mamo-chan?" she whispered.

His eyes looked up at her cold and . . . angry.

"Why are you here?" he snarled. She was took a step back, startled by the harshness of his words, but also by the pain it seemed to take him to speak them.

"Mamo-chan?" she queried again.

"How did you find me here?" he cried, standing up slowly. "What do you want of me?!!"

"M-Motoki told me you lived here . . ." she started.

"Ah yes, Motoki, the man who stole from me the one thing I love. Of course you would run to Motoki." His eyes glittered dangerously as he made his way stumbling over to her.

The room was dark, the shades closed, but for one small ray of light that made its way into the room. As he walked through it over to her, she gasped. He looked as thought he has been doused in flame . . .

"Fire Soul!"

She could still see Tuxedo Kamen toppling backwards onto the building top.

"No," she whispered with astonishment and joy. "No, it cannot be."

"Oh, but it is, Sailor Moon," he replied icily, still stumbling over to her, almost a step away.

"Mamoru, if you knew who I was, why hadn't you told me?" she begged. "You knew who it was I loved."

He stopped, a hair's breadth away from her. "I know who you love," he whispered. "And I also know I never want to see you face again."

Her elated face changed into one of hurt and confusion. "Doshte?" was all she could manage to ask.

"Go ask your beloved arcade-worker," he snarled, grasping her chin in his hand. "The only question is, has he ever felt such heartbreak?"

A tear slipped down her cheek. "What are you talking about?" she cried. "I only love yo-"

He threw her to the ground away from him. "Cruel lies, all of them!" he roared. "You love Motoki, I know it! Do not try to dissuade me with your honeyed words." He stood over her body that was lying on the floor.

A silver tear slipped down her cheek. "Motoki?" she whispered. "I haven't loved Motoki since the moment I set eyes on my Tuxedo Kamen."

He sneered. "I was never yours." He gestured impatiently towards her. "Please leave."

She stood up and walked towards the door. "Sayonara," and then more softly, on the softest breath of air, "aishiteru."

His single tear fell to the ground. "You are my salvation. You are my death."

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So, did you like it? I'm sorry that it took my so long to update . . . For everyone who does not understand the Japanese dialect that I have added to the story, I have decided to put translations at the bottom of every chapter, so you can know. Please review! Ja! ~ see ya!

Chan ~ a way of speaking a name showing a close relationship between two people

Nani ~ what?

Doshte ~ why?

Sayonara ~ good-bye

Aishiteru ~ I love you