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Chapter Five:  The Tie That Binds

      "So what's your plan for next Friday?"

      Usagi looked up from her reverie.  Rei was watching her closely.

      "You said something, Rei-chan?" Usagi asked.

      Rei shook her head.  She turned to Ami.  "What planet do you think she is on, Ami-chan?"

      Ami turned to Usagi and smiled, "Usagi-chan, Rei-chan was asking you of your plans for next Friday."

      "What do you mean plans?  What's on next Friday?"

      "Your brain must have been kidnapped by aliens, Odango," Rei said impatiently.  "You're completely out of it today.  Friday's the fourteenth.   Valentines day, remember?"

      Usagi blinked a few times.  "Oh right.  Valentines."  She shrugged, "I don't have any, what about you, guys?"

      Rei and Ami stared at her shock.

      "Wait.  How come you don't have plans for Valentines Day?"  Rei questioned, confused and bewildered.

      "You aren't having a fight with Seiya-san, are you?" Ami asked.

      "No.  It's nothing like that.  Haven't you heard?  The Lights are having a spur of the moment concert on Valentines Day that was only decided two days ago.  Their producers think it would be such a hit since its Valentines and they were right, it was just announced yesterday and the tickets are already sold out.  Now they have only a few days to go, they need to practice the whole day on Friday," Usagi explained non-chalantly.

      "That's too bad," Ami said sympathetically.

      "Its okay, really," Usagi insisted.  "Any day could be Valentines, Seiya and I will just have to celebrate it a day earlier than most people.  No big deal."

      The three fell silent.

      Rei broke it.

      "Why don't we find you another date for Valentines?" she suggested plainly.

      "Rei-chan!" Usagi scolded.

      It really was weird how Rei wasn't so impressed with Usagi's relationship with Seiya.  After getting more acquainted with each other, Rei finally realized that Usagi's boy friend is the one and only Kou Seiya.

      Rei had said she like the Three Lights, she even had all of their CDs.  She won't admit it but Usagi can tell that Rei likes Yaten.  After getting together for a few times, Usagi found out Rei has one major character flaw though.  It was her short fuse.  She was fiery but then Usagi still found it endearing. 

      But there is one instance that Rei would get to be as calm and collected as she can manage.  It was when she was around Yaten.

      And around Mamoru-san, a voice inside her head added.

      Usagi frowned a little for a nanosecond.

      Somehow, Rei saw it and quickly asked, "What?  Its not such a big deal, Odango."   

And that's another thing Usagi almost don't like about Rei.  Almost.  She found it sweet of her to call her a nick but still-

      "Rei-chan, I told you not to call me that," Usagi said calmly for the millionth time.

      "Yare yare," Rei said.

      Usagi sighed.  It was hard talking to Rei sometimes too.  She's a bit stubborn.

      Usagi sighed then quickly tried again, "So what do you have planned for your Valentines?"

      Ami blushed, Rei just shrugged.

      "I don't have any," Ami started.

      "Me either," Rei chirped in.  She smiled wickedly, "That is unless you'll want to give us free tickets for the concert. . . "

      "I can't do that, Rei-chan," Usagi said.  She returned her smile innocently, "but you could ask Yaten. . . "

      "No way!" Rei said, blushing furiously.

      Usagi giggled.  "Oh Rei-chan, you're blushing.  Just admit it already, you like Yaten."

      "I don't," Rei insisted.

      "Hontou?  C'mon, I promise I wont tell Mamoru-san."

      Wait a sec! What made me say that?
      "What made you say that?" Rei asked, frowning.  "There's nothing between Mamoru-san and I."

      "Right," Usagi echoed.  She heard the own sarcasm in her voice.

      Rei was looking at Usagi strangely.  She tried to put an impassive face.

      "You're not jealous, are you?"

      "No way!" Usagi exclaimed.

      "Really?"

      "Really!"

      "Yameru!"

      Usagi and Rei looked at Ami.

      "Gomen.  Demo, you two shouldn't fight," she said.

      "You're right, Ami-chan," Usagi said.

      Rei nodded.

      "Gomen, Usagi-chan," Rei apologized.  "It was just fun teasing you."
      "Seiya says that all the time," Usagi reassured.

      Rei's expression darkened again.  She really doesn't like Seiya.

      "Anyway, I have to go," Ami said standing up.

      "Me too," Rei said, following suit.

      They said their goodbyes then went on leaving Usagi alone on the booth.  She watched as two figures exit the restuarant, laughing.

      After Usagi had introduced Ami to Rei, the two shared a special bond between them.  They once said that they have the same goal in life.  That was funny for they have completely different personalities, but there are times they almost think alike.

      Rei never directly said she don't like Seiya, but it was obvious on the way she act around him.  Ami, on the other hand, never showed disapproval of him, but she always sided with Rei whenever she and Usagi got into an argument concerning him.

      What happened during Christmas was the perfect example.

      Ami and Rei gave her a formal dress.  When Seiya saw it, he immediately went to teasing.

      "Pink?  Now that's cute," he said jokingly.

      Rei quickly snapped, "Well you don't seem to know your own girlfriend enough, Seiya-san.  Usagi-chan happens to love the color pink."

      Usagi quickly came to Seiya's defense.  "Yes.  I love it.  Rei-chan, Ami-chan, arigatou.  Demo Seiya was just saying that its funny because-"

      "Usagi-chan, its not funny," Ami-chan interrupted.

      "Iie.  That's not what I meant.  Seiya and I, we meant that its funny that you gave me a dress that's exactly the style we brought for you," Usagi explained.

      Rei and Ami had blank expressions on their pretty faces.

      Seiya handed them their gifts.  "Here.  For you. Merry Christmas."
      When they opened their gifts, they realized what she meant.  Theirs was the same georgette style dress.    While Rei had a violet one, Ami had a light blue dress.

      "I know it's your favorite colors.  Of course Seiya knew that I love pink.  Seiya wasn't ridiculing your gift, he only meant that it's cute that all three of us had the same idea."

      Rei and Ami were speechless.  "Gomen, Usagi-chan" Ami finally said.  She glanced at Seiya.  "Gomen, Seiya-san."

      But Rei was much more stubborn.  "Well, you should have said that earlier anyway," she muttered.

      Seiya hadn't said anything.  He just nodded.

      Usagi sighed.  Why don't they like Seiya?  They're completely fascinated with Taiki and Yaten and yet they disapprove of Seiya. . .

      Maybe its not they don't like him, maybe they just don't like him for you.

      Mamoru-san.

      A few days after Christmas, Usagi had another ran-in with Mamoru.  They had these little meetings at least thrice a week.

      This particular meeting had been different.  Usagi had been so preoccupied with the events that had happened during the holiday that she didn't even realized colliding into Mamoru.  She had walked away without saying anything.  She was pulled back to reality when she felt warm hands on hers.

      She blushed, as it was Mamoru.  "Hai?"

      "Daijoubo ka, Usagi?" he had asked.

      "Daijoubo," she had said.

      Mamoru wasn't convinced.  He pulled her towards a bench.  They sat next to each other without speaking.

      Finally, Mamoru spoke up.  "I'm hurt, Usagi."

      "Nani?"

      "We can't go on meeting like this-"

      Usagi was baffled.  "Meeting like this?  What do you mean by that?"

      "This.  Bumping into each other-" Mamoru said in mock seriousness. 

      Usagi couldn't help laughing.  Mamoru joined in her laughter.

      "Now that's what I wanted to see," Mamoru said suddenly.  He tilted her face to him.  "Sad face doesn't suit you, Usa."

      Usagi could see the reflection of herself in his sapphire eyes.  Usa?  But he can't call me that. . .

      "Tell me what's wrong, Usa," he whispered, his breath blowing softly on her face.

      "It's Rei-chan and Ami-chan," she whispered back, no longer minding if he used that nick again.  "They seemed to hate Seiya."

      "Why do you say so?" Mamoru asked.

      Usagi told him everything.  Up until what happened during Christmas.

      "Why don't they like him?" Usagi asked Mamoru.

      "Maybe its not they don't like him, maybe they just don't like him for you," Mamoru answered.

      "But they're my friends, shouldn't they be happy if I'm happy?"

      Mamoru's eyes flicked with an emotion Usagi didn't understand.  "So you're happy?"  he sighed.  "Give them some time, Usa. . . I mean Usagi."  His face flushed crimson and he finally released her.  "Gomen."

      Usagi smiled amused.  "Daijoubo, Mamoru-san."

      He nooded, still blushing.  He stood up and looked back at her.  "I have to go now.  Belated Merry Christmas."

      Usagi smiled at him.  "Belated Merry Christmas too.  Arigatou for cheering me up."

      As she watched him go, Usagi almost felt better.  She didn't think so much about the whole Rei, Ami and Seiya thing.

      Not until three days.  It had been Yaten's birthday.  Usagi invited Rei and Ami along.  The two had been so friendly around Yaten and Taiki but completely ignored Seiya.

      Usagi sighed.  She stood up thinking she had more things to do than moping around wondering just what flaw it is on Seiya that she didn't see but her best friends obviously do.

      Love is blind she thought.

      It was a night full of stars.  The city was abuzz with excitement for the next day.  Seiya and Usagi can see all of this on top of a famous restaurant in Juuban that overlook the city.

      "Odango."

      Usagi turned to her boy friend.  "Hai?"

      He pulled her closer to him.  "What are you thinking?"

      Usagi smiled.  "This.  Us.  It feels so good to be here with you," Usagi began. 

      Usagi turned back to the world outside.

      "I'll cancel the concert, just say the word," Seiya said.

      Usagi looked back at him, shocked.  "No, Seiya.  What about your fans?  They'll be so disappointed-"

      "I don't want to see you disappointed," Seiya cut in.

Usagi shook her head.  "It doesn't matter if we can't go out tomorrow.  I don't want you sacrificing your career for me.  There's always next time."

"Demo-"

Usagi silenced him with a finger on his lips.  "It's okay, Seiya.  Don't think about it anymore."

He smiled.  "Okay."  He looked at his watch.

"It's still early.  Want to go somewhere else?"

Usagi thought about it for a while.  "Amusement park-"

Seiya smiled.  "To our special place?"

Usagi nodded.  "You know, I really feel something warm inside of me when I'm there with you."

She took Seya's offered hand and continued,  "I love it, even if it is kind of old."

The waiter opened the doors for them.  Seiya smiled.  "I feel something so warm when we're there too.  I love that ferris wheel."

"Mama?"

Usagi looked down at the small girl pulling at her skirt.  "Hello there," she said kneeling in front of the kid.  She was about two with black hair and blue eyes.  "You're a pretty girl.  What's your name?"

"Momoka-chan!"

"Papa!"

Usagi turned around to see Mamoru running towards her and the kid.

Papa?

He stopped in front of them, breathing heavily.  He took the small girl in his arms.  "Don't scare me like that," he whispered.

"Sorry if she bothered you, miss," he said turning to Usagi.  His face flushed crimson as he realized it was her.

"Usagi."

Usagi smiled uncertainly.  "Hello, Chiba-san," she greeted.

Mamoru blushed even more.  "This is. . ."

"Mamoru-papa, you know girl?" the girl asked.

Mamoru put the girl on her feet.  "Momoka-chan, why don't you introduced yourself?"

The girl nodded happily.  "Hello.  Watashi wa Sano Momoka desu."  She bowed politely, "Ha-haji-hajimemashita."

"Hajimemashita, Momoka-chan" Usagi said.  "Watashi wa Tsukino Usagi desu."  She looked at Mamoru and asked, "Is she. . .?"

"NO!"  He said, his face and neck red.  He took a deep breath, "She's my friend's kid.  I'm babysitting."

"Oh."

An awkward silence fell on them.

"So, why are you out here by yourself?  It's Valentines. . . "

"Um Seiya's having a practice for their performance tonight.  What about you, Mamoru-san?"  Usagi asked him, blushing at the way she jumped into unlikely conclusion.   
      "I have Momoka-chan," Mamoru said, smiling.

Usagi smiled too.  "I can see that.  Looks like fun," she added.

"You could say that."  Mamoru turned to Momoka who was pulling at Usagi's long pigtail.  "She likes you," he said.

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

"I like you too, Momoka-chan," Usagi said planting a sweet kiss on Momoka's cheek.

"Uh, Usagi do you want to babysit?"

"Huh?"

"I mean if you don't have anything to do that is. . . um would you like to babysit. . . with me. . .?  That is. . ."

"That would be great!  Mamoru-san, I'd love to!"

"Hontou?" he asked, his eyes shining with excitement.

Usagi nodded enthusiastically.  She smiled at him, "So what should we do first?"

"Eat!  Eat!  I'm hungry!"  Momoka whined.

Mamoru and Usagi smiled each other.  "Guess we have an answer," Mamoru said.  He took Momoka's right hand as Usagi took the left.

      Momoka beamed.  "Mamoru-papa, Usagi mama?"

      Usagi and Mamoru's face flushed.  "Gomen, Usagi, you look a little like her mother."  Mamoru turned to Momoka, "Momoka-chan, Usagi is not your mama.  Keiko is your mama, ne?"

      "Keiko-kaasan.  Usagi-mama!" Momoko wailed.

"Ssh.  Daijoubo, Momoko-chan," Usagi soothed.

Momoka brightened.  "Usagi-mama?"

Usagi smiled then nodded.

"Are you sure, Usagi?"

Usagi looked up at Mamoru, "It's okay with me, Mamoru-san.  Don't worry about it.  Unless you're bothered with it?"

"No.  It's ok. . . um. . . shall we go?"

"Hai!" Usagi and Momoka cheered.

They started walking with Momoka in the middle.

"What a happy-looking family," someone in the background commented.

Once more, Usagi and Mamoru's faces flushed beet red.

Momoka just cheered even more.

I'm really not dreaming.  Mamoru thought as he pinched himself for the nth time that afternoon.

It really was true that he had spent the last three hours with the kindest, most loving and most beautiful girl in the entire universe.  It was almost like a date.

He wasn't dreaming that they had a walk in the park. 

It was true that they had some rides in the amusement center on the nearby mall.

And it was true too that the girl of his dreams, his angel, his princess was sitting beside him, feeding the little girl in her lap ice cream.

Mamoru watched as Usagi smiled down at the girl.  She smiled back.

We do look like one family.

Suddenly, a vision came to him.  He saw this exact scene except that the girl with them was older.  A girl about seven and has pink hair.

"Mamoru-san, daijoubo?" Usagi asked, her eyes filling with concern.

Mamoru blushed for the hundredth time that day.  "Hai.  Daijoubo."

Usagi smiled at him and touched his cheek.  Mamoru's breath caught.

"Ice cream," Usagi said wiping the corner of his mouth with her long tapering and graceful fingers.

"Arigatou," he managed to say.

Usagi smiled and turned back to Momoka.

Mamoru looked around the park.  It was filled with lovers who were either cuddling or kissing.  He blushed, not really used around couples.

I wonder what they think us?

He turned his head at a nearby stand where a lady was selling flowers.  He had an idea.

"Sumimasen," he excused but Usagi and Momoka didn't seem to notice.

He went directly to the lady.  "A single red rose, please?"

The lady gave his order.  "For the lovely blond lady?  Your sweetheart?" she asked.

Mamoru didn't respond, he just handed the lady his payment and turned around to go back to the bench.

"Usagi," he began.

She turned around, a smile in her lips.  Her smile froze as Mamoru held out his hand, a rose appearing as if magically.  She stared blankly at the rose.

"For you," Mamoru whispered.

Usagi took the rose and inhaled deeply.  She closed her eyes, "Arigatou."

Its fragrance was so refreshing, memories flooded her mind. 

Seiya giving her a rose.

Seiya throwing the rose in the air in one of their concerts.

Rose petals flying. . . a red streak. . . a rose imbedded on the ground.

Suddenly there was a voice inside her head. 

When I saw that rose, I remembered him. . . I can't take this anymore. . . I miss you so much. . . I want to see you again, Mamo

"Mamoru!"

Both Usagi and Mamoru turned.

"Sano-san," Mamoru said politely.

A man in his late twenties stopped in front of them and bowed. 

"Tousan!"

Momoka jumped off Usagi's lap and threw herself in the man's arms.

"How are you, Momoka-chan?  Had a great day with Mamoru?" the man asked.

"Hai!" Momoka cheered.  "Usagi-mama too," she pointed towards Usagi.  "That's her."

The man stared at her for a while.  Usagi had the feeling of having seen him before.

"Kon'nichi wa," he began.  "I'm Momoka-chan's father."

Usagi stood.  "Watashi wa Tsukino Usagi desu."  She bowed, "Hajimemashita."

"Hajimemashita." He bowed, "Watashi wa Sano Manami desu."  He bowed again, "Thank you for babysitting for my daughter."

Usagi blushed.  "It was nothing.  It was fun."

Sano Manami nodded.  "Anyway, we'll have to go."  He turned towards Mamoru.  "Arigatou, Mamoru."

"It was nothing," Mamoru said.  "I love Momoka-chan."

Sano smiled.  Father and daughter turned around and walked away.  They stopped suddenly.  Sano Manami turned back, "Thank you.  Usagi, Mamoru bye bye."

Usagi have seen this before.  Before her played a scene.  A baby waving goodbye and saying those exact words.

Usagi was breathing heavily.  A hand reached for hers.

"You ok, Usagi?" Mamoru's concern voice whispered.

"Hai."

Mamoru nodded and lead her to a playground.  They went directly to the swing.  Usagi understood and sat down.  Mamoru sat at the adjacent swing.

"How long have you known, sano-san?" Usagi asked after a while.

"About three months now," Mamoru replied.  "I immediately felt that he's a nice man.  I grew fond of him and his daughter. . ."

"I know," Usagi agreed.  "Momoka-chan's so cute."

"Yes," Mamoru said.

Usagi sighed and shook the weird feeling inside of her.  She inhaled.  There was a sweet smell in the air.

Suddenly she remembered the rose in her hand.  She blushed and then inhaled its sweet fragrance again.  "Thank you for the rose, Mamoru-san," she said touching the soft rose petals.

"It's nothing.  A gift. . . you helped me a lot," Mamoru whispered.

"No, I didn't," Usagi said, shaking her head.  "You're wonderful around kids."

Usagi thought she saw Mamoru smile.

He's such a nice guy.

      "I'm sure you'll make a wonderful father," Usagi added without thinking.

      Mamoru blushed.  "Arigatou," he replied.  "I'm sure you'll be a great mother one day too."

      Usagi's face burned crimson.

      "And I'm sure you'll make a great wife," he whispered intimately.

      Their eyes suddenly locked with each other.  Suddenly he fragrance of the rose was more vivid.  It was intoxicating. 

The look on Mamoru's eyes were so familiar.  Somewhere.  Sometime ago.  Usagi was sure that she has seen it before.

      Finally Usagi broke away from their gaze.  She looked up and found the sun setting. 

Oh no!

      "Mamoru-san, I have to go," she said jumping up.  "I didn't bring my cell phone with me and I've been out for hours, Seiya's probably worried sick."

      The look on Mamoru's eyes changed into something. . . sad?

      Usagi couldn't stand that expression.  Her chest ached all of sudden.  She turned around.  "Sayonara," she said taking step.

"Matte," Mamoru said, reaching for her wrist.

      Usagi stopped.  "What is it?" Usagi breathed.  For some reason, her heart was pounding harder and faster.

      She felt Mamoru stand up behind her, he turned her to him.

      She felt his gentle hand under her chin.  Slowly, Mamoru tilted it to look directly at her eyes.

      His eyes were so blue. . . so familiarly blue. . . They were full of mixed emotions that Usagi couldn't quite well understand.

      Very slowly, he lowered his face to hers.  His lips touched hers in the softest, most chastised kiss, a quick peck that didn't really tell anything.

      "Happy Valentines."

      It was quarter to twelve but Mamoru hasn't slept a wink.

      It was weird for him.  Usually sleep was his escape.  Before he'd rush home from work or school so he can go to dreamland where his princess awaits.  But now, after spending a whole day with his Odango Atama, sleep was not even an option.

      He couldn't seem to get the expression in her eyes out of his mind ever since after he kissed her.  For a moment, her eyes were his Usako again.  Her shining blue eyes had the mutual feeling his held.   

      He couldn't help himself.  He cupped her sweet face, his fingers caressing her soft cheeks.

      He saw her shiver.  "Mamo-"

      "Odango-"

      Her eyes that had been windows were snapped shut with the shutters.

      "Gomen.  But I have to go," she said simply.

      Her words stabbed at his heart, he quickly released her.  She didn't say anything.  She just turned around and walked away without looking back even once.

      Mamoru wanted to bang his head on the wall.  Why did he have to spoil his chance?  Why did he have to call her Odango at that time?  He should have risked calling her Usako.  But then, that would be inappropriate.  But still, Odango?  He should have thought of something else.  That was that Seiya's pet name for her too.

      Mamoru sighed.  He really wanted to bang his head now.  He was quickly becoming insane.  He has to do something.  He needs a diversion and fast. 

      He left his balcony before he even thinks about jumping down.  He entered his living room and looked around.

      He sat in front of the TV then turned it on.  Not really fond of the tube, he had a hard time looking for a news channel.

      His channel surfing stopped.

      He stared at the singing Kou Seiya.  Later, the cameras pulled back for a while to show hundreds of screaming girls.

      He felt that deep ache in the chest that was called jealousy.  Envy even.

      Just how do you compete with the most sought-after male in the whole of Tokyo?  Whole of Japan, even.

      But Mamoru couldn't pull his eyes away from the screen.  Looking at every girl, even if their faces were so small it was unrecognizable, Mamoru know that he'll be able to spot Usagi.  She was there and he knew it.

      The screen showed The Three Lights again, spotlights on them.  They took their bows.

      The girls screamed louder.

      Seiya smiled and prepared to speak.

      The crowd screamed even louder.

      "Arigatou, min'na.  It was our pleasure to have this concert today.  Happy Valntines Day," Seiya stopped for a while as it seems a few had fainted.  "Demo min'na, allow me greet a very special person a Happy Valentines.  I haven't yet, and I really want to greet her before the clock strikes twelve."

      The cheering stopped.  It was replaced with groans.

      "Happy Valentines, Tsukino Usagi," Seiya continued.

      Mamoru's heart stopped.  A spotlight roamed around searching for Usagi.  It stopped on her sitting on the middle first row.  Usagi wasn't listening.  Her eyes seem far away.

      "Please join us here, Usagi" the brown-haired Light said.

      Usagi looked up.  She was surprised to see the spotlight on her.  She looked up the stage and then nodded in understanding.  She was escorted up.

      The white-haired Light pulled her towards the center stage.  She was blushing furiously as she was now in front of Seiya.

      This time the groans were replaced with cat calls.  Mamoru wanted to go there and beat the lights out of those men.

      But she was indeed breathtaking.  The monitor showed that the full moon was directly on top of her.  Her skin glowed in a surreal way.  She was wearing a different dress, a more formal one.  A pink georgette that only emphasized her every curve.  She looked so much like a goddess.  An angel.  A princess. 

      Seiya gave her a rose.  Much like the way he did that afternoon, the rose suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

      Usagi blushed more as she took his gift.  Her eyes suddenly became dreamy and distant.

      "Happy Valentines," Seiya whispered putting an arm around her waist.

      More cat calls.

      More groans.

      Usagi still looked a bit distant.  She smiled softly, inhaling the rose's fragrance just like the way she did earlier that day.

      Mamoru's heart leapt.  Is she thinking about me?

      She might be but someone just had to spoil it.

      "Odango," Seiya began.

      Usagi turned her eyes to him and stared.  The dreamy look fading.  Her face turned crimson again.

      Mamoru saw her lips mouthing her boy friend's name.

      "Aish'teru," he said loud enough for the microphones to catch and making everyone's aching heart to bleed even more.

      Seiya did the most natural next thing to do at that moment.  He leaned down to kiss her waiting lips.

      Mamoru turned the TV off.  Suddenly, he was in a hurry to sleep.

A/N:  wasn't that just great, min'na?  I'm quite proud of this chapter.  I think it turned out really good.  Hehe, well that's my opinion, what about yours?  Go on and disillusioned me, min'na.  Tell me everything you'll have to say.  Constructive criticisms, suggestions and complains are very welcome.  Just don't flame me, ok?  I still don't think I can manage that yet.  Oh and congratulate me too, I was actually able to keep my promise. I had it out on valentines! Yehey! *throws confetti around*  Anyway as always,

Jap. Translation:

Hontou?      -      Really?
Yameru!      -      Stop!

Demo        -      But

Sayonnara   - a "poetic"/formal/polite way of saying goodbye

Well that's all for now.  Watch out for chapter six, A Spark of the Past.  Happy Valentines Day, min-na.  Love you all!  Ja!