A Story of Love
Just a few main parts to start off with:
- Um, this fic's a bit choppy, I admit, but I'm hoping that it picks up in the continuing chapters. I have really fun plans for this, I promise.
- I wrote this and chapter two three years ago...so you may notice a slight difference starting in chapter three, hopefully for the better.
- Thanks to my beta-reader Serenyty, she's been a big help.
- I don't own Sailor Moon, etc.
Part Two:
My life is hell.
Chiba Mamoru stood staring at the stunningly beautiful naked woman laying across his welcome mat.
What did I do to deserve this kind of crap?
Ah, well. She couldn't just be left there. He gently picked her up in his arms and carried her inside, placing her ever so carefully on the couch before covering her up with a very large blanket. At that moment, her eyes chose to open.
"Onii-sama??" Came a faint voice, "Onii-sama?"
Brother? This girl must be looking for her brother.
"Where is Onii-sama?? Where is Endymion?" The girls eyes became focused and questioning before slipping away again into oblivion. Before he knew it, Mamoru had an unconscious naked girl on his hands again.
***
"Tadiama, Mama. I'm home!"
A tall woman with soft brown hair poked her head out of the kitchen, "Welcome home, Usagi. Do you want a snack?"
The girl smiled hungrily, "Always."
Her mother smiled, "Okay then, would you rather have donuts or cookies?"
Usagi grinned widely, "Both, of course!"
After making the appropriate small-talk with her mother, Usagi headed up the stairs to her room with a plate full of donuts and cookies. She shut the door quietly and lay down upon her bed, staring into space, crumbs getting everywhere.
Checking to make sure Luna was still asleep on her chair across the room, Usagi set down her now empty plate and reached under her bed. With a grunt, she pulled out a small cardboard box and began to lift out its contents. A photo, some pieces of paper, and a single, unaged rose. The paper consisted of news paper clippings of Tuxedo Kamen and a ticket stub from a movie she had seen with Mamoru before the break up.
Sniffling quietly, Usagi stared at the meager contents of her box. She had hoped to fill it with more such things, but that hope had been cut off when the relationship was. She ran her hand across her eyes. She now knew what she had to do.
Usagi picked up the Mamoru box with its contents, and pulled open her door.
"Usagi-chan, where do you think you are going?"
She turned with a start, "Luna! Don't do that!"
The black cat leapt off the bed with an ease that only people of the feline nature can manage, "Sorry. Where are you going with that box?"
"Nowhere, I just - have to do something."
Now, if cats had eyebrows, Luna's would have raised. "Do something? Really. And what might this something be?"
"It's personal, Luna."
"Fine, fine. I was only being a concerned friend." The cat sulked off to the side of the room and curled up on a cushion there. Usagi slipped out the door and down the stairs, never knowing that Luna had jumped up and was just a few seconds behind her.
***
Mamoru covered the girl up as best as possible without feeling, well - indecent. Bewildered, he made his way to the kitchen, nearly knocking over the coffee pot as he fumbled around as he tried to do something useful. Five minute later, still in shock, but with a cup of good, strong coffee in his hands, he took a good look at what was happening.
Endymion. Endymion! The girl had asked for Endymion, her brother… But that was his name, or at least it was his name. How did she know his name? Was it possibly that it was just another Endymion? He scoffed at that idea; who else but him would have a name like Endymion? So she must have meant him, but she said brother. Brother… Did I have a sister? And why was she nude, and on his welcome mat for that matter? He took a deep breath, and prepared for some major research. The doorbell rang.
Who the hell…?
"Mamoru-sempai? Mamoru! Open the door, we need to talk."
Oh, great. Usagi.
He pulled open his door with impatience, "Usagi-san, what the hell could you want right now?" His words seemed to catch in his throat, though he knew that they left his mouth, little as he meant to say them. She was standing there, obviously fighting back tears, and holding a plain cardboard box.
"I…I just wanted to give you this." She stammered out, holding out the box.
"Usagi, I…"
"No. Just take it. It's not a gift anyway, at least not from my point of view. From your point of view it might be the gift of release you've been wanting these last few weeks."
He stared at her blankly and took the box, not opening it. "Usagi-san?"
"It's proof that I am not holding on to hope of our relationship. That box holds all my physical memories of you. Of…us. I am giving them to you to show that I won't bother you anymore, I'm moving on."
Her soft, blue eyes looked like glass beneath the sheath of her tears. She dashed her hand against her face, catching the single tear that slipped through her seemingly brave façade.
He watched her for a minute, "Ok, Usagi. Ok. I appreciate it. Good-bye."
"G - Good-bye." Her face crumpled as he shut the door in her face.
Sayonara, Usagi. It's all for the best. He turned and entered his living room.
"Hello."
He jumped about ten feet into the air and dropped the box on his way up. The girl was awake.
"H - Hello." He managed to yelp out, "Not to jump the gun or anything, but who the hell are you?" He mentally slapped himself. Smooth, Mamoru, real smooth.
"Who am I?" She actually seemed to think about it, "Why, I don't know! All I know is that I must find Endymion." For the first time, she seemed to notice her surroundings, "Where am I?"
For the first time in his life, Chiba Mamoru thought he was going to faint.
Why me?
