Authors Notes: I haven't written in months guys, I've nearly completely forgotten about Sailor Moon, and I used to be so in love with it. I'm pretty sure I'll just finish off all my stories and get on with other things, though I will still put heart into these. Thank you all that have been so supportive and asking for updates and such. :) p
Them Or Herbr
Chapter Twop
Mamoru walked into his living room, and looked to the side to see his mother, or the woman he presumed to be his mother, setting a bowl of soup on the table. He smirked.br
"So uh, Mom, I'm really not feeling ill, but I uhh, think I hit my head pretty hard yesterday and umm, if you could just tell me where I -"br
Mamoru was cut short as he heard the door open behind him. He turned, and saw what he thought was an aged reflection.br
"Hey son, how are you feeling?"br
"He's delusional, Aaron. He's been talking nonsense all morning." Mamoru's mother replied.br
"Aww, bless. Do you think he's fit for work, Sherry?" Mr. Chiba asked.br
"Absolutely n -"br
"Yeah, Dad, I'm fine." Mamoru cut in.br
Mamoru's mother looked at him stubbornly, and then turned to the soup. She poured a ladel full into a cup, and turned back to the two.br
"IAtleast/i drink this, Mamoru." She sighed.br
"Of course, Mom." He smiled, and took a sip. He was enjoying this parent-child conversation more than he thought he would mere moments ago.br
"Alright Mamoru, ready to go?" His Dad asked.br
"I think so."br
"Then lets not keep them waiting," his father winked, opened the door, and off they walked.p
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"He seems to be enjoying himself." Usagi smiled. She felt a hand be placed on her shoulder, and looked back.br
"Isn't that what you wanted, Princess?" Sestuna asked.br
"I never said I wasn't glad he's happy. That's all I really want for him...happiness."p
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"So, where exactly are we going again?" Mamoru asked, walking at a pace that could very easily be confused as jogging.br
"You must be iller than you look, boy. Why, we're going to Chiba Enterprises, you ought to know that." Mr. Chiba turned abruptly and headed into an eleven story building. Mamoru followed him, and when he arrived inside, he marveled at the brilliance of it all. The architectual genius behind a building as wonderful as that at which he was staring was obviously very great. He had never seen anything like it. He could just stare for hou-br
"Um, son?" Mamoru looked over to see his father staring at him strangely. "You're staring at a wall."br
"Aha, sorry about that, I uh, thought I saw something."
Mr. Chiba nodded, not taking his eyes off of Mamoru, and then, as if he was trying to reassure himself of his son's sanity, turned away and kept walking.br
Mamoru would have continued to follow his father if he had not seen his name on a nearby door. He opened it and stepped inside, closing it silently behind him.br
The office was nicely furnished, but there were no pictures on the wall. br
iReminds me of home before I met --/i... he knew there was a name that followed that. He was sure of it. But who's...?br
He was taken from his thoughts as he heard a knock on the door.br
"C-come in!" He stuttered.br
"Hello Mamoru." A very young, feminine, but deep voice... It struck him as rather...sexy?br
"Yeah, um, hi." He replied, trying not to stare at the short, blackhaired lady's voluptious body before him. He knew he shouldn't (though he wasn't sure why) , but he found his gaze slowly falling towards her chest. It was hard not to really, as she was bending over so provocatively.br
"Have you finished my," she smirked, and grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to her, "paperwork?"br
"I uh..." He looked around, and by a stroke of luck, saw a stack of paper with a yellow sticky note attatched to it that read, iFinished Paperwork for Melanie/i. "Melanie?"Br
"Yes...?" She looked at him strangely. He smiled and grabbed the stack of paper.br
"Here you go." He handed it to her and grinned toothishly. iNow that wasn't so hard./ibr
"Thank you, Mamoru...oh, and are we still on for tonight?"br
iHOLD ON!/i Police sirens suddenly sounded in his mind. There was a voice in his ear screaming, "WARNING! WARNING!" But he refused to listen.br
"Of course...my place?"br
"As always, Mamoru." She smiled seductively and left.br
Mamoru wiped his brow. And then, another knock on his door. iNot again/i, he thought.br
His father walked in.br
"Your mother just dropped this off for you. You need to stop forgetting it." And at that, he put a breifcase on Mamoru's desk, and left.br
Mamoru eyed the breifcase as if it was contaminated with the most deadly disease known to man. Slowly, cautiously, he opened it. Inside was a bunch of disorganized paper. He picked it up and started to shuffle it into a stack, when he realized there was something else there. He picked it up.br
"A picture?" He mumbled. He stared at it. He saw himself, with his arm around someone...but that someone was invisible. And then it ocurred to him.br
"Usako..." He smacked his forehead. "How could I have forgotten Usako??"
Them Or Herbr
Chapter Twop
Mamoru walked into his living room, and looked to the side to see his mother, or the woman he presumed to be his mother, setting a bowl of soup on the table. He smirked.br
"So uh, Mom, I'm really not feeling ill, but I uhh, think I hit my head pretty hard yesterday and umm, if you could just tell me where I -"br
Mamoru was cut short as he heard the door open behind him. He turned, and saw what he thought was an aged reflection.br
"Hey son, how are you feeling?"br
"He's delusional, Aaron. He's been talking nonsense all morning." Mamoru's mother replied.br
"Aww, bless. Do you think he's fit for work, Sherry?" Mr. Chiba asked.br
"Absolutely n -"br
"Yeah, Dad, I'm fine." Mamoru cut in.br
Mamoru's mother looked at him stubbornly, and then turned to the soup. She poured a ladel full into a cup, and turned back to the two.br
"IAtleast/i drink this, Mamoru." She sighed.br
"Of course, Mom." He smiled, and took a sip. He was enjoying this parent-child conversation more than he thought he would mere moments ago.br
"Alright Mamoru, ready to go?" His Dad asked.br
"I think so."br
"Then lets not keep them waiting," his father winked, opened the door, and off they walked.p
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"He seems to be enjoying himself." Usagi smiled. She felt a hand be placed on her shoulder, and looked back.br
"Isn't that what you wanted, Princess?" Sestuna asked.br
"I never said I wasn't glad he's happy. That's all I really want for him...happiness."p
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"So, where exactly are we going again?" Mamoru asked, walking at a pace that could very easily be confused as jogging.br
"You must be iller than you look, boy. Why, we're going to Chiba Enterprises, you ought to know that." Mr. Chiba turned abruptly and headed into an eleven story building. Mamoru followed him, and when he arrived inside, he marveled at the brilliance of it all. The architectual genius behind a building as wonderful as that at which he was staring was obviously very great. He had never seen anything like it. He could just stare for hou-br
"Um, son?" Mamoru looked over to see his father staring at him strangely. "You're staring at a wall."br
"Aha, sorry about that, I uh, thought I saw something."
Mr. Chiba nodded, not taking his eyes off of Mamoru, and then, as if he was trying to reassure himself of his son's sanity, turned away and kept walking.br
Mamoru would have continued to follow his father if he had not seen his name on a nearby door. He opened it and stepped inside, closing it silently behind him.br
The office was nicely furnished, but there were no pictures on the wall. br
iReminds me of home before I met --/i... he knew there was a name that followed that. He was sure of it. But who's...?br
He was taken from his thoughts as he heard a knock on the door.br
"C-come in!" He stuttered.br
"Hello Mamoru." A very young, feminine, but deep voice... It struck him as rather...sexy?br
"Yeah, um, hi." He replied, trying not to stare at the short, blackhaired lady's voluptious body before him. He knew he shouldn't (though he wasn't sure why) , but he found his gaze slowly falling towards her chest. It was hard not to really, as she was bending over so provocatively.br
"Have you finished my," she smirked, and grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to her, "paperwork?"br
"I uh..." He looked around, and by a stroke of luck, saw a stack of paper with a yellow sticky note attatched to it that read, iFinished Paperwork for Melanie/i. "Melanie?"Br
"Yes...?" She looked at him strangely. He smiled and grabbed the stack of paper.br
"Here you go." He handed it to her and grinned toothishly. iNow that wasn't so hard./ibr
"Thank you, Mamoru...oh, and are we still on for tonight?"br
iHOLD ON!/i Police sirens suddenly sounded in his mind. There was a voice in his ear screaming, "WARNING! WARNING!" But he refused to listen.br
"Of course...my place?"br
"As always, Mamoru." She smiled seductively and left.br
Mamoru wiped his brow. And then, another knock on his door. iNot again/i, he thought.br
His father walked in.br
"Your mother just dropped this off for you. You need to stop forgetting it." And at that, he put a breifcase on Mamoru's desk, and left.br
Mamoru eyed the breifcase as if it was contaminated with the most deadly disease known to man. Slowly, cautiously, he opened it. Inside was a bunch of disorganized paper. He picked it up and started to shuffle it into a stack, when he realized there was something else there. He picked it up.br
"A picture?" He mumbled. He stared at it. He saw himself, with his arm around someone...but that someone was invisible. And then it ocurred to him.br
"Usako..." He smacked his forehead. "How could I have forgotten Usako??"