A/N: Oh my! Thank you to all those who reviewed. I really appreciate it all. To rick_r, thank you for saying that and I'm not promising you anything but I'll try not to disappoint you. You're obviously an Usagi/Seiya fan, I am too. But to be honest I like Mamo-chan much better. Gome! I think you know what I'm trying to say. And to my anonymous reviewer who answered my questions, domo arigatou! I think I might be able to use your info. To schoolgirltil2005 thank you and here's the next chap, hope you'll like it. To Noele, thanks and don't worry about that but I'm warning you it'll take some time! Finally to sin, my very first reviewer a million thanks! I hope you understand it now after reading chapter 1. You'll understand it more with this next chap. So with nothing more to say . . . then on with the story!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Sailor Moon.
Chapter 2: Dream Girl Becomes Reality
Mamoru was whistling happily as he strode across the street. He had a great week. Each night last week, he had dreamt about the beautiful princess.
But unlike his usual dream of the princess giving him the locket, these dreams varied.
During the first night, he found himself standing somewhere with lots of people. Then, hearing his name called, he turned around to find this girl crying. She wiped her tears and promised that she'll be ok. Then he pulled out a box and put a ring in her left ring finger.
On the second night, he saw himself dressed in black tuxedo and wearing a mask, dancing with his princess. As they danced on and on, they suddenly transformed. His tuxedo became white and he no longer wore a mask while his princess's long white gown turned into a pink knee-length party dress.
In the third night, he saw himself telling this girl wearing a sailor type mini dress to go and run but she wouldn't go. She held both of his hands at arm's length and said she'd stay with him no matter what. Suddenly pure white light surrounded both of them and in their place stood the princess and him wearing a prince type of armor suit.
The fourth night didn't have a dream sequence. The dream had only been flashes. Pictures of him and the girl from previous dreams flashed before his closed lids.
Mamoru smiled when he remembered the fifth night. His princess was standing alone in a balcony. Suddenly he appeared and after greeting her, she whispered his name Endymion. Then he leaned over and kissed her. When they broke apart she called him Mamo-chan.
The sixth night had been just like the fourth. Flashes of him wearing a black tuxedo and mask and the same girl wearing the sailor-type dress danced before his eyes.
Before he went to sleep last night, he had been convinced that his princess, the girl wearing the sailor uniform and the girl in the party dress and in the pictures were all one and the same. Of course, he still doesn't know what any of this might mean but he can feel the answers coming in the very near future.
And so last night, he dreamed about walking behind a young girl. Without warning, she threw something away and it hit him smack on the head. He teased her a little about her Math score then she quickly snatched it away angrily. But not before he got to read her name on her test.
Last night's dream had been more than a just a dream. It was more of a premonition. Something inspired by Destiny will come very soon. He can feel it with his soul.
Now, if I can only remember her name, Mamoru thought. I'm sure it would somehow lead me to some clue . . . what was it again? It's. . It's . . . Tsuki . . .
"Tsukino Usagi?"
Mamoru took a sharp intake of breath. To actually hear that name in reality shocked him so. He looked at his right; half expecting to see a blond girl with big blue eyes standing next to him.
But when he did, he was vaguely disappointed. No one who should look like the Tsukino Usagi he knows from his dreams was around. Instead a brown-haired girl was standing next to him reading an article from a magazine.
The girl shook her head and sighed ruefully. "How I wish I could be her."
And with that, the girl snapped her magazine shut and proceeded on crossing the street, leaving Mamoru bewildered and confused.
Mamoru sighed heavily. His mood was beginning to dampen. But then he shook his head and tried to be optimistic.
Hang in there, Mamoru. You'll get your answers soon. Just stay sane long enough to get it.
He turned in a corner, lost in thought. He was so absorbed with his own thoughts that he didn't see the figure that was quickly approaching him. They collided right into each other.
Automatically his hands went around the girl. One hand encircled her waist while the other supported her neck. The girl, too, thinking quickly grasps at his arms.
"Gome nasai . . . I wasn't looking. Daijabo desu ka?" he asked looking down at the girl underneath him.
"Daijabo," came her reply.
Moving quickly, he stood up then asked to help her up.
"Iie, it's ok. Thank you," the girl said without looking up.
Mamoru looked away, embarrassed. Then he noticed that she dropped something. He picked it up for her. But when he saw what it was, he gasped.
It was some magazine opened at some random page. But smack in the middle of that random page was his princess. His princess in the arms of some guy.
His heart came to his throat. He'd seen that picture before. He'd seen it in his dream. Only in his dream, it was he holding her.
He closed his eyes and took a deep intake of breath. He turned to the girl and handed her magazine back.
Cerulean blue eyes met his midnight blue ones.
"Arigatou." She smiled at him, her hair shining like spun gold.
She bowed and excused herself.
After walking a few steps away from him, that's when it dawned to him.
"Chotto matte!"
She stopped and looked back. "Nani?"
He went to her and looked into those incredible blue eyes again. "Ano . . . tell me . . . your name is Tsukino Usagi, ne?"
Her brows creased a little. "Sono desu. But how did you know that?"
"Huh? Oh that well . . . I . . . I . . ." he fumbled for the right words. He caught sight of her magazine and pointed at it. "Sore. It was you in it, ne?"
She smiled winningly. "Hai. Watashi wa Tsukino Usagi desu." She bowed and said, "Hajimemashite."
"I knew it," he whispered. He extended his hand and smiled at her. "I'm Chiba Mamoru."
Usagi hesitated for about a tenth of second before taking this young man's outstretched hand.
Chiba Mamoru. That name . . . sounds familiar . . .
His hand was warm. His grip firm yet so gentle. Usagi suddenly had an uneasy feeling of déjà vu. It was as if she had held hands with this stranger before.
The guy in front of her was very good-looking. He was tall with a slim figure. He has a very beautiful face with ebony black hair and intense midnight blue eyes. And Usagi couldn't help but notice the warm smile forming around his perfectly shaped red lips.
Kawaii! She thought. Then she groaned inwardly.
Just two weeks ago she met a guy at an arcade and immediately had a crush on him. It was nothing serious, of course. It was just that Furuhata Minoru was so nice, sweet and not to mention cute. But still she feels a bit guilty. She already has Seiya.
Quickly she pulled her hand away.
Chiba Mamoru looked at her uncomfortably. "Gome ne . . . I didn't mean to . . ."
"Iie. It's ok," she assured him. "Um . . . it's just that I . . . I need to meet Seiya now," she hurriedly explained.
"Seiya?" he asked confused.
Usagi's brows creased a little. "Um you know . . . Kou Seiya. . . . Three Lights' Kou Seiya . . ." She trailed off sensing his confusion.
"Wakatta," he finally said, a look of something in his sapphire eyes. "Is he the guy you're with in the picture?"
Usagi smiled to herself and tried not to laugh. Even though he's acting as if he knows what the Three Lights is, it's obvious that he doesn't. He doesn't even know what Seiya looks like!
She decided to let it pass. It wasn't like she'll be seeing him again anyway. "Hai. Sono tori desu."
He nodded to himself.
"So . . . I'll be going now," Usagi said, staying rooted at her place.
"Huh? Sure. But I . . . I guess I'll be seeing you around?" He asked her hopefully.
Yes Usagi's impulse wanted to say. Out loud she just said, "Maybe."
They stared at each other for another ten seconds or so until Usagi finally broke away.
"Sumimasen," she said. She turned around and started walking away.
He's a funny guy Usagi mused. I thought everyone knows about the Three Lights. Guess I'm wrong.
She turned around the corner then stopped suddenly.
She opened her magazine and scanned it over. Weird. If he doesn't even know about Seiya. . . how come he knows about me?
The first thing that came to Mamoru's mind after Usagi left was to buy a copy of the magazine.
He didn't care when he had a hard time finding it since he didn't know the title of the magazine.
He didn't even care when he learned that the magazine was called Teens. He didn't care that it was some girly stuff.
All he wanted was to get a copy of it.
But after reading its content, he wished he never did.
It never even crossed his mind that the Seiya Usagi was referring to is her boyfriend. He groaned. I should have known. After all she called him by his first name. Their picture is published on a magazine. . .
He groaned again. The worst thing of all is this Seiya happens to be a Light. When Usagi mentioned it earlier, it didn't really sink into him.
Sure. He'd heard about the Three Lights before. But when she talked about it, he was too absorbed looking at her and too busy thinking that he has finally found his princess. He must have sound like a fool in front of her.
And now he knew better. She was someone else's princess.
It's just not possible! I'm sure she's the same girl. Especially after we held hands, there was that spark between us . . . And when we stared at each other . . . So why . . . why is this happening now?
He closed his eyes, his dreams coming back to him. Each one giving him strength. Each one giving him the courage not to give up. He opened his lids, a determined look in his eyes.
No. I wont give up. If what I believe is true and I know it is then the two of us belong together.
Mamoru picked the magazine and opened it to that page. The article was called Shining Lights. He didn't bother reading the other text but the caption under the picture of Usagi and Seiya.
Search Your Love. Three Lights' lead singer Kou Seiya's love life couldn't be more colorful. Beautiful Tsukino Usagi makes his life more so. Seiya calls his inspiration "Odango." You can see why Obviously for them, the search is over.
Mamoru was breathing heavily.
"Odango," he murmured.
A vision came to him. Flashes from his dreams or were they memories from a previous life? came to play in front of him.
"Ouch! That hurts Odango Atama!"
"Don't pick on a cat, Odango Atama."
"Sorry for making you wait, Tsukino Usagi with the Odango Atama."
He squeezed at his temples. His head was throbbing painfully hard. He looked at the magazine again.
"She's not your Odango. . .," he told Seiya's picture.
He turned to Usagi's picture then. Her innocent eyes smiling at him. ". . . she's my Odango Atama."
That seemed to be the magic word. It was as if a sleeping part of his soul suddenly wakened and merges with him again. This once-asleep part of him spoke for him, spoke the words he haven't said for so long.
"Usako."
It was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was bright and lake was blue as it could be. It was the perfect day for a date.
A young girl with long blonde hair was in a rowboat together with a man. They looked contended and comfortable with each other but at the same time they looked shy and unsure. It was their first date.
The girl asked softly, "Are we going to stay forever like this?"
"Yes," the young man answered softly too.
"This is the happiest moment of my life."
The young man ebony black hair raised his head to look at the girl. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue . . .
Usagi felt something warm lightly touching her lips. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
Sky blue eyes were staring loving into hers. She blinked twice.
"You awake now, Odango?"
"Seiya?" She looked around. "What's going on?"
He helped her sit up. "We're finished now, but some time ago during of the rehearsal, you fell asleep. I carried you here in the couch so you can get comfortable." His famous grin flashed. "Looks like you did."
Usagi was confused, "What do you mean?"
He smiled again. "You were talking in your sleep . . ."
"I was?"
"Uh-huh." He tucked a strand of hair that escaped one of her odangos behind her ear. "So what was it about?"
Usagi tried to remembered. Nothing.
She shook her head. "I can't remember."
"That's too bad. It sounded interesting."
"Oh? What was I saying anyway?"
"Well . . ." Seiya said, cupping her chin to look directly into her eyes. "You said 'Are we going to stay forever like this.'"
"And when you said 'This is the happiest moment of my life' that's when I woke you."
Then suddenly, Usagi remembered. "I think I'm remembering a little. I saw blue eyes just before I waking up."
He gave her a quick peck on the lips. "So da, you were dreaming about me?"
Usagi smiled and leaned closer to his embrace. He put his head on top of her head. She closed her eyes, her mind drifting back to those pair of beautiful blue orbs.
"Aish'teru, Odango," Seiya whispered in her ear.
Usagi didn't hear. She was fast asleep.
A/N: So what do you think? I wont be surprise if it sucks since it's my first. Keep that in mind please. I'm open to any comments, suggestions and criticisms but please no flames. I don't think I can bear it just yet. Btw sorry if I'm using too much Japanese. You see I'm studying. So those who are not too familiar with the phrases here's the translations.
Gome nasai - I am so sorry (polite form)
Daijabo desu ka? - Are you all right?
Daijabo. - I'm all right. (I think it's obvious.)
Arigatou - Thank you. (Another obvious one)
Chotto matte - Please wait
Nani? - What is it?
Hajimemashite - It's nice to meet you.
Kawaii - Cute/Adorable (Perfect adjectives for Mamo- chan, ne?)
Gome ne - I'm sorry
Iie - No
Wakatta - I see
Sono tori desu - That's right
Sumimasen - Excuse me
And btw I'm saying this in advance that I don't know when I will be able to update next. I can write now since it's almost Christmas vacation and things are not as heavy at school, but after that . . . well . . . I promise that I'll try. . . Anyway I guess that's it. Please do leave a review or e-mail me at dvine0919@yahoo.com. Hope to hear from you all soon. Ja ne.