Hey there minna! I'm back with another part of "Too Many Identities" that, I must say, I am pretty proud of. I want to say thank you to all of you who took the time to tell their comments to me. So, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I... can't think of anything funny at the moment, gomen, so I'll just say that BSSM doesn't belong to me (yet. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ahem, gomen... i've been trying to stop doing that)
Too Many Identities, chapter 4
by Moon Rabbit
boucanne@hotmail.com
Mamoru entered the arcade in a daze. He went to the counter and sat on a stool in front of Motoki, who was apparently in his break and deep in thought.
'I... I'm in love with Usagi. That's impossible!'
Mamoru softly touched his lips and smiled a little. He closed his eyes as he remembered how havenly that kiss had tasted.
"Man, you've got it bad, Mamoru! Still thinking about that kiss with Usagi-chan?"
'*Those* kisses, ' Mamoru thought.
"Of course not, Motoki. What made you think that? " he answered unconvincingly, and blushing like he'd never blushed before.
"Oh, maybe the fact that normally, after being humiliated like you were yesterday, you wouldn't come here for a while, or maybe the fact that you're pretty calm and I should still be able to see steam shoot out of your ears, or the fact that you've got "I'm in love" written on your forehead, or-"
"Alright, alright, just shut up! I don't want the whole world to know about this, you know! " Mamoru hissed as quietly as he could, giving up on hiding his feelings from Motoki.
His head fell on the counter, rather painfully, and he groaned. Now, his life was miserable, AND his head hurt.
So he banged his head again.
Motoki looked at his friend while he was banging his head again and again, no doubt trying to make himself forget about the situation that he was in.
'Poor, poor Mamoru, ' Motoki thought with a smile tugging at his lips. He was not too much concerned. It was, after all, for the best. ' I guess with him being Tuxedo Kamen and all, he had enough problems to last him a life time, and now, he's in love with the one girl who he thinks can't stand him. And he obviously has a thing for Sailor Moon too. This is definately a sign!'
After Usagi and Mamoru had left the previous day, Motoki, Ami, Rei, Makoto and Minako had had a little talk. The four girls had relunctantly admitted that they were indeed the Sailor Senshi, protectors of love and justice, and that Usagi was really Sailor Moon. In return, Motoki had promised them not to tell anyone, and had told them Tuxedo Kamen's identity.
Motoki, being Motoki, had thought everything over, and had decided that Usagi - Sailor Moon - and Mamoru - Tuxedo Kamen - would end up together, no matter what the consequences may be, and no matter what he had to do.
After all, his friend deserved to be happy.
Mamoru, even if he had lost his parents as a little boy, and all memories of them, had always been compassionate towards others. He was somewhat cold, and had shut himself from love and friendship (except from him), but had always been one of the gentlest people he knew.
An annoying and repetitive noise interrupted Motoki's thoughts.
He looked again at his friend, and realized that he was still banging his head on the counter. When Mamoru's head was ready to come down again, Motoki put his hand, to prevent Mamoru from hurting himself any more than he already had.
After two more times of trying to hurt himself again, Mamoru realized that the pain wasn't there, like it was supposed to be. He stopped and looked up, and saw that his best friend was leaning over the countertop and had put his hand under his head.
He sighed and put a hand where it hurt.
'What am I going to do? It was confusing enough with Sailor Moon and the Princess, and now... Now I'm in love with Odango, too... Probably even more than with them, to whom I have a mission to accomplish. And she hates me,' he thought.
Seeing the desperate look on Mamoru's face Motoki knew what (a part of it) Mamoru was thinking. He smiled and said,
"Mamoru, I know exactly what you're thinking, and I can assure you that Usagi-chan doesn't hate you. In fact, I'm pretty sure that she's in love with you too." Motoki hesitated a little to go on when he saw the disbeliving and warning look Mamoru gave him, before continuing anyway.
"Maybe she doesn't know it yet, but I'm pretty sure that she's in love with you! " Motoki finished with a big smile, in a tone that was meant to cheer Mamoru up.
Mamoru smiled his thanks to his friend, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. He needed to be alone and think about this. So, since he hadn't seen his Odango Atama yet, instead of going home or to the park like he usually would have done, he sat in a booth facing the automatic doors to be sure he wouldn't miss her when she came in.
'I am pathetic! ' he thought disbelivingly. But he just couldn't help himself. He just had to see her.
So he just sat there for the next four hours or so, thinking about his current situation and waiting for his angel - for she was definatly an angel - to come in and make his day brighter.
Finally, at about noon, Mamoru saw her in the windows. His heartbeat accelerated, as well as his breathing. Then he started to panic. He didn't want her to see him, not after those two kisses and what she'd done to him! It would be way too awkward!
He looked over at Motoki, who was looking back with a quirky smile.
Mamoru jumped to his feet, ran to where Motoki was, jumped over the counter, and hid behind it. Just then, he heard the bell and the doors opening, and he clung to one of Motoki's legs. He knew that she was now inside Crown's.
Motoki sighed heavily. What was he going to do with his best friend? Putting that thought aside for the moment, he smiled warmly at Usagi, who seemed less vibrant than she usually was.
"Hey, Usagi-chan! Do you want something to eat? A triple hot fugde sundae, maybe? " he asked cheerfully.
"Hai, arigatou, Motoki-oniisan, " she replied slowly.
As he moved to go prepare the sundae, Motoki, having completely forgotten Mamoru when he had seen Usagi's downcast face, almost fell. His friend was still clinging for dear life to his right leg.
Motoki shot him glare, and Mamoru understood perfectly : "If you don't want me to tell her that you're hiding from her like a chicken, let go of my leg!" And that's just what he did.
"So, what's got you so down, Usagi-chan? " Motoki asked when he came back with her treat. "Would it have anything to do with a certain best friend of mine? " he asked.
This had two consequences. First, Usagi was blushing and was as red as a tomato, and Mamoru had once again took hold of Motoki's leg.
Quietly, Usagi answered.
"Yeah... I feel bad for what I did yesterday. I shouldn't have done that to him. He must be so angry and humiliated, " she said as tears started trailing down her cheeks. "Not to mention that other kiss..." she added softly, and Motoki did as if he hadn't heard. He would get some answers later from his friend, who was currently cutting the circulation to his foot.
Mamoru didn't hear Usagi's last comment, but his grip on Motoki loosened as he heard her whimper. She was crying for him!
"Oh, come on Usagi-chan, I've seen him this morning, and he wasn't angry at all. He could never stay angry at you, " he said, as he felt Mamoru's nails dig into his leg warningly, but found it was worth it when she looked up at him with hopeful eyes.
"Why not? " she asked.
The pain in leg inceased as another warning, but Motoki chose to ignore it and say what he wanted to say.
"Well, because Mamoru is in lo- OUCH!!! " he screamed as a pain shot through his shin. He looked down, and saw that Mamoru was looking up at him with a mixture of shock, betrayal, anger and, most of all, panic in his eyes. Motoki had never seen him acting like that. He was always so relaxed, never showing more about his emotions and thoughts than was needed, or not showing anything at all. He was calm itself. But obviously, Usagi had a bigger effect on him than anyone realized, maybe even Mamoru himself.
As he watched his friend, Motoki understood that it was really not for him to tell Usagi how Mamoru felt about her.
He looked back at Usagi, who was looking at him as if he was crazy.
"Heheheh! Sorry 'bout that Usagi-chan, I stepped on my own foot... heheheh!"
Usagi, who was obviously wondering what had gotten to Motoki thanked him weakly, took her sundae and went to sit at the Sailor V video game.
Mamoru took a deep breath when she walked away. That had been too close. She couldn't know that he had feelings for her, not now. He wasn't ready and there was no way she could feel the same way. All they did was argue...'And kiss,' a part of his mind added.
Mamoru blushed. Again.
Then, he blushed even more when he remembered where he was and why he was there. He was hiding from a girl he'd kissed twice, and who hated him, and he had a vice grip on his best friend's leg because listening to her while she was talking about him made him nervous .
He looked up at Motoki, who was looking down at him with a quirky smile. Mamoru knew that he'd never hear the end of it. So, without thinking, he got up and jumped on the other side of the counter like it was the most natural thing in the world. Turning to Motoki, he said, "Ja, mata ne, Motoki! " And with that, he started walking toward the doors, which lead to his freedom. He was trying not to look at Usagi, but found it nearly impossible when he felt her eyes on him.
So he turned his head and looked back at her. His heart jumped a beat when their gazes met. She looked confused, since she hadn't known that he was there. He wanted to tease her to bring back a little normality, but the memory of her velvety lips on his own made it impossible for him to get the words out. He half-smiled at her and hurried the rest of the way to the door. How could he do as if nothing had happened?
Finally outside, he took another deep breath and headed to his favorite thinking spot, a bench near a lake at the park.
Back in the arcade, Usagi was trying to calm her heartbeat. The way he had looked at her left her puzzled. He had seemed like he had been about to tease her as he always did, call Odango Atama and make remarks on her klutziness, but had been unable to utter a word. She herself was speachless. And the sadness she had seen in his eyes was unmistakable.
Usagi felt guilty again as she thought about what had happened the day before. It had been her second kiss, in as many days, and like the one before, she had melted into it, and had wanted the feeling to never end.
And that was what had scared her. All of a sudden, she had been angry at Mamoru to be able to stirr so many unfamiliar - and unwanted (AN: for now ;o) ) - sensations in her. So she had bit him.
But now she felt guilty. And she didn't even know why she felt so guilty.
Motoki sighed as he looked at Usagi. She was getting up, leaving an untouched sundae, no doubt heading for the park to think. Both she and Mamoru were so easy to read and clueless at the moment. He chuckled. That was what was so fun!
Mamoru sat, staring out at the lake. He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen. He didn't have time to think about it for much longer.
Usagi was walking in his direction looking, unseeing, at the lake, oblivious to his presence. He held his breath when she sat next to him, still unaware that she was sitting next to Mamoru.
He looked at her, and saw for the first time how beautiful she was. He had always known that she was beautiful, but now that he knew that he was in love, he was amazed. She seemed like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he was sure that she was. He was completely entranced by her. She looked so calm and so serene, as her golden hair was blowing in the refreshing wind.
Suddenly, she turned her head to him, as if she sensed his presence, and gasped when she noticed him. He was looking at her very intently, and the butterflies in her stomach appeared again.
"Konnichiwa, Odango Atama! Daydreaming again? " Mamoru said, but Usagi couldn't find the mocking tone that he always used when he was teasing her, and it confused her even more.
"I guess I was, " she answered softly.
Neither knowing what to say or do, they both looked at the lake again.
Mamoru racked his brain for something to say that wouldn't remind her of the two kisses they had shared, but anything that he could have said was cut short.
A youma appeared in front of them and prepared to attack.
Lalala! I know what's gonna happen (kinda) and not you! *blows a rasberry* Kidding! Next part should be out soon, school is out in 3 days! For a whole month and a half!
Anyway, tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I... can't think of anything funny at the moment, gomen, so I'll just say that BSSM doesn't belong to me (yet. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ahem, gomen... i've been trying to stop doing that)
Too Many Identities, chapter 4
by Moon Rabbit
boucanne@hotmail.com
Mamoru entered the arcade in a daze. He went to the counter and sat on a stool in front of Motoki, who was apparently in his break and deep in thought.
'I... I'm in love with Usagi. That's impossible!'
Mamoru softly touched his lips and smiled a little. He closed his eyes as he remembered how havenly that kiss had tasted.
"Man, you've got it bad, Mamoru! Still thinking about that kiss with Usagi-chan?"
'*Those* kisses, ' Mamoru thought.
"Of course not, Motoki. What made you think that? " he answered unconvincingly, and blushing like he'd never blushed before.
"Oh, maybe the fact that normally, after being humiliated like you were yesterday, you wouldn't come here for a while, or maybe the fact that you're pretty calm and I should still be able to see steam shoot out of your ears, or the fact that you've got "I'm in love" written on your forehead, or-"
"Alright, alright, just shut up! I don't want the whole world to know about this, you know! " Mamoru hissed as quietly as he could, giving up on hiding his feelings from Motoki.
His head fell on the counter, rather painfully, and he groaned. Now, his life was miserable, AND his head hurt.
So he banged his head again.
Motoki looked at his friend while he was banging his head again and again, no doubt trying to make himself forget about the situation that he was in.
'Poor, poor Mamoru, ' Motoki thought with a smile tugging at his lips. He was not too much concerned. It was, after all, for the best. ' I guess with him being Tuxedo Kamen and all, he had enough problems to last him a life time, and now, he's in love with the one girl who he thinks can't stand him. And he obviously has a thing for Sailor Moon too. This is definately a sign!'
After Usagi and Mamoru had left the previous day, Motoki, Ami, Rei, Makoto and Minako had had a little talk. The four girls had relunctantly admitted that they were indeed the Sailor Senshi, protectors of love and justice, and that Usagi was really Sailor Moon. In return, Motoki had promised them not to tell anyone, and had told them Tuxedo Kamen's identity.
Motoki, being Motoki, had thought everything over, and had decided that Usagi - Sailor Moon - and Mamoru - Tuxedo Kamen - would end up together, no matter what the consequences may be, and no matter what he had to do.
After all, his friend deserved to be happy.
Mamoru, even if he had lost his parents as a little boy, and all memories of them, had always been compassionate towards others. He was somewhat cold, and had shut himself from love and friendship (except from him), but had always been one of the gentlest people he knew.
An annoying and repetitive noise interrupted Motoki's thoughts.
He looked again at his friend, and realized that he was still banging his head on the counter. When Mamoru's head was ready to come down again, Motoki put his hand, to prevent Mamoru from hurting himself any more than he already had.
After two more times of trying to hurt himself again, Mamoru realized that the pain wasn't there, like it was supposed to be. He stopped and looked up, and saw that his best friend was leaning over the countertop and had put his hand under his head.
He sighed and put a hand where it hurt.
'What am I going to do? It was confusing enough with Sailor Moon and the Princess, and now... Now I'm in love with Odango, too... Probably even more than with them, to whom I have a mission to accomplish. And she hates me,' he thought.
Seeing the desperate look on Mamoru's face Motoki knew what (a part of it) Mamoru was thinking. He smiled and said,
"Mamoru, I know exactly what you're thinking, and I can assure you that Usagi-chan doesn't hate you. In fact, I'm pretty sure that she's in love with you too." Motoki hesitated a little to go on when he saw the disbeliving and warning look Mamoru gave him, before continuing anyway.
"Maybe she doesn't know it yet, but I'm pretty sure that she's in love with you! " Motoki finished with a big smile, in a tone that was meant to cheer Mamoru up.
Mamoru smiled his thanks to his friend, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. He needed to be alone and think about this. So, since he hadn't seen his Odango Atama yet, instead of going home or to the park like he usually would have done, he sat in a booth facing the automatic doors to be sure he wouldn't miss her when she came in.
'I am pathetic! ' he thought disbelivingly. But he just couldn't help himself. He just had to see her.
So he just sat there for the next four hours or so, thinking about his current situation and waiting for his angel - for she was definatly an angel - to come in and make his day brighter.
Finally, at about noon, Mamoru saw her in the windows. His heartbeat accelerated, as well as his breathing. Then he started to panic. He didn't want her to see him, not after those two kisses and what she'd done to him! It would be way too awkward!
He looked over at Motoki, who was looking back with a quirky smile.
Mamoru jumped to his feet, ran to where Motoki was, jumped over the counter, and hid behind it. Just then, he heard the bell and the doors opening, and he clung to one of Motoki's legs. He knew that she was now inside Crown's.
Motoki sighed heavily. What was he going to do with his best friend? Putting that thought aside for the moment, he smiled warmly at Usagi, who seemed less vibrant than she usually was.
"Hey, Usagi-chan! Do you want something to eat? A triple hot fugde sundae, maybe? " he asked cheerfully.
"Hai, arigatou, Motoki-oniisan, " she replied slowly.
As he moved to go prepare the sundae, Motoki, having completely forgotten Mamoru when he had seen Usagi's downcast face, almost fell. His friend was still clinging for dear life to his right leg.
Motoki shot him glare, and Mamoru understood perfectly : "If you don't want me to tell her that you're hiding from her like a chicken, let go of my leg!" And that's just what he did.
"So, what's got you so down, Usagi-chan? " Motoki asked when he came back with her treat. "Would it have anything to do with a certain best friend of mine? " he asked.
This had two consequences. First, Usagi was blushing and was as red as a tomato, and Mamoru had once again took hold of Motoki's leg.
Quietly, Usagi answered.
"Yeah... I feel bad for what I did yesterday. I shouldn't have done that to him. He must be so angry and humiliated, " she said as tears started trailing down her cheeks. "Not to mention that other kiss..." she added softly, and Motoki did as if he hadn't heard. He would get some answers later from his friend, who was currently cutting the circulation to his foot.
Mamoru didn't hear Usagi's last comment, but his grip on Motoki loosened as he heard her whimper. She was crying for him!
"Oh, come on Usagi-chan, I've seen him this morning, and he wasn't angry at all. He could never stay angry at you, " he said, as he felt Mamoru's nails dig into his leg warningly, but found it was worth it when she looked up at him with hopeful eyes.
"Why not? " she asked.
The pain in leg inceased as another warning, but Motoki chose to ignore it and say what he wanted to say.
"Well, because Mamoru is in lo- OUCH!!! " he screamed as a pain shot through his shin. He looked down, and saw that Mamoru was looking up at him with a mixture of shock, betrayal, anger and, most of all, panic in his eyes. Motoki had never seen him acting like that. He was always so relaxed, never showing more about his emotions and thoughts than was needed, or not showing anything at all. He was calm itself. But obviously, Usagi had a bigger effect on him than anyone realized, maybe even Mamoru himself.
As he watched his friend, Motoki understood that it was really not for him to tell Usagi how Mamoru felt about her.
He looked back at Usagi, who was looking at him as if he was crazy.
"Heheheh! Sorry 'bout that Usagi-chan, I stepped on my own foot... heheheh!"
Usagi, who was obviously wondering what had gotten to Motoki thanked him weakly, took her sundae and went to sit at the Sailor V video game.
Mamoru took a deep breath when she walked away. That had been too close. She couldn't know that he had feelings for her, not now. He wasn't ready and there was no way she could feel the same way. All they did was argue...'And kiss,' a part of his mind added.
Mamoru blushed. Again.
Then, he blushed even more when he remembered where he was and why he was there. He was hiding from a girl he'd kissed twice, and who hated him, and he had a vice grip on his best friend's leg because listening to her while she was talking about him made him nervous .
He looked up at Motoki, who was looking down at him with a quirky smile. Mamoru knew that he'd never hear the end of it. So, without thinking, he got up and jumped on the other side of the counter like it was the most natural thing in the world. Turning to Motoki, he said, "Ja, mata ne, Motoki! " And with that, he started walking toward the doors, which lead to his freedom. He was trying not to look at Usagi, but found it nearly impossible when he felt her eyes on him.
So he turned his head and looked back at her. His heart jumped a beat when their gazes met. She looked confused, since she hadn't known that he was there. He wanted to tease her to bring back a little normality, but the memory of her velvety lips on his own made it impossible for him to get the words out. He half-smiled at her and hurried the rest of the way to the door. How could he do as if nothing had happened?
Finally outside, he took another deep breath and headed to his favorite thinking spot, a bench near a lake at the park.
Back in the arcade, Usagi was trying to calm her heartbeat. The way he had looked at her left her puzzled. He had seemed like he had been about to tease her as he always did, call Odango Atama and make remarks on her klutziness, but had been unable to utter a word. She herself was speachless. And the sadness she had seen in his eyes was unmistakable.
Usagi felt guilty again as she thought about what had happened the day before. It had been her second kiss, in as many days, and like the one before, she had melted into it, and had wanted the feeling to never end.
And that was what had scared her. All of a sudden, she had been angry at Mamoru to be able to stirr so many unfamiliar - and unwanted (AN: for now ;o) ) - sensations in her. So she had bit him.
But now she felt guilty. And she didn't even know why she felt so guilty.
Motoki sighed as he looked at Usagi. She was getting up, leaving an untouched sundae, no doubt heading for the park to think. Both she and Mamoru were so easy to read and clueless at the moment. He chuckled. That was what was so fun!
Mamoru sat, staring out at the lake. He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen. He didn't have time to think about it for much longer.
Usagi was walking in his direction looking, unseeing, at the lake, oblivious to his presence. He held his breath when she sat next to him, still unaware that she was sitting next to Mamoru.
He looked at her, and saw for the first time how beautiful she was. He had always known that she was beautiful, but now that he knew that he was in love, he was amazed. She seemed like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he was sure that she was. He was completely entranced by her. She looked so calm and so serene, as her golden hair was blowing in the refreshing wind.
Suddenly, she turned her head to him, as if she sensed his presence, and gasped when she noticed him. He was looking at her very intently, and the butterflies in her stomach appeared again.
"Konnichiwa, Odango Atama! Daydreaming again? " Mamoru said, but Usagi couldn't find the mocking tone that he always used when he was teasing her, and it confused her even more.
"I guess I was, " she answered softly.
Neither knowing what to say or do, they both looked at the lake again.
Mamoru racked his brain for something to say that wouldn't remind her of the two kisses they had shared, but anything that he could have said was cut short.
A youma appeared in front of them and prepared to attack.
Lalala! I know what's gonna happen (kinda) and not you! *blows a rasberry* Kidding! Next part should be out soon, school is out in 3 days! For a whole month and a half!
Anyway, tell me what you think!