The Awakening of Crystal Tokyo

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Chapter 3

Prelude to the Mission

"Damn it!" Mamoru swore hitting his fist against a wall. "Why were you there?"

Haruka and Michiru stood at the couch were Usagi sat on opposite sides. "Mamoru-sama, please listen."

"Listen to what; the sound of opportunity escaping us? You had no business being there or following me!" Mamoru yelled at them.

"Mamoru-sama, we were not following you," Michiru replied calmly. "We came to check on Usagi when we saw a rose fall from the roof and then a bright light; we thought you were in trouble."

"You don't think I could have handled it myself?" Mamoru asked them.

"We have no doubt that you could have," Michiru answered again. "There's no better half for our Usagi, but it is our duty to..."

"To hell with duty; your duty has cost us much over the years! For once, use your head and not your mission!"

"I cannot believe this!" Haruka hissed in amazement. "Look, we are very sorry for intruding on your affair, Mamoru, but it was only for the best. For you to stand there and tell us to forget about our mission is like telling the sun not to shine or telling the bees not to buzz; it's what they are meant to do. I thought you of all people would know that; I'd expect this from Usagi and the others, before I would expect it from you."

Mamoru didn't know what to say. He indeed did respect the Outer Senshi, especially Haruka, but he just didn't like their way of going about things. "Some things Usagi and I have to find out for ourselves."

"It is our duty to protect the Prince and Princess from outside harm." Michiru explained. "It's for the good of the future, not to mention your future."

"What do you classify as outside harm?" Mamoru asked. "Why not start protecting us from tripping on the sidewalks or friends that are not Senshi? I understand everything you are telling me, but you must understand whatever the future is, the future is! How are Usagi and I to have a future, to know what it is, and what it holds if we cannot find out for ourselves, to feel it for ourselves? We are not children!"

"But you are royalty," Haruka reasoned. "And it will be over my dead body before I let the Prince and Princess die again. I will not stand by and let it happen when I have been given the chance and the purpose to do everything in my power to stop it."

Mamoru took Haruka's words to heart, forgot his anger and sighed. "There will be no agreements met here, I see." Mamoru said to the blonde-haired woman. Haruka shook her head boldly. "Then I'm going to have to ask you to leave us."

"Mamo-chan!" Usagi blurted standing out. "No, they are our friends."

"They will always be our friends, and as friends we're allowed to see things differently..." Mamoru said politely to the two Senshi. "May I see you both to the door?"

"Mamo-chan!" Usagi protested again.

"No, Kitten," Haruka said to Usagi. "He is correct and we will go. Ja, Mamoru-sama." She said, which means to say goodbye.

"Sayonara Usagi-chan." Michiru told the girl bowing her head. The two women followed Mamoru to the door and left. Mamoru quietly closed the door and sat against it.

"Are you angry with me?" Mamoru asked his wife.

"I don't know, Mamo-chan." She replied staring at the coffee table in front of her.

"I know they mean well, but do you understand?" Mamoru asked again still looking at the ceiling.

"I understand more than you know... I just can't stand it when my friends are fighting." She explained as tears escaped her eyes and whimpers were voiced from her lips.

"Oh, Usako," Mamoru awed going towards the couch and hugging his beloved. She quickly hid her head in his chest and let the tears fall. "Your heart is too big for this world." He paused and enjoyed the moment of having her so close to him. "If you want me to, I will apologize to them if I offended them and make sure they know that there is no animosity between us."

"Will you?" She asked lifting her head up. Mamoru planted a kiss on her forehead.

"For you, I'll do anything." He said kissing her nose, then her cheeks, and then her mouth.

"Oh Mamo-chan," she sighed as she felt his hands massage her back. Usagi could not wish to be in better hands than that of her beloved prince. His touch was strong and loving, his lips firm and tender. The things she felt when around him, she could find no comparison to. Never could she see herself in the arms of another man.

Mamoru felt the same way about her. She was his bunny, his love. When around her, Mamoru was filled with such tranquility as if she was sent to stop the torrential winds of stress in his life. How he was lucky enough to fall in love with such an angel, he would never know but he thanked God every day for her, for the way he made her feel. She held claim to his heart and he was eager to let her know she laid claim to his body also. Unlike other men, Mamoru had saved himself for his wife, his beloved Usagi. He had no thought of lust within him around the beautiful creature; his love for her took the place of the sinful feeling that all men can fall powerless to.

Usagi wanted more than to feel his hands on her blouse. She wanted him to touch her bare skin. As their lips continued to press against each other and their tongues danced, she secretly wanted more than their tongues doing the dancing. Her imagination could not take her where she wanted to be. To make love for the first time with the man of her dreams, the prince of her reality, and the husband of her life would be the fantasy of any woman and Usagi was glad she had held out that long. She did not want any man like she wanted Mamoru.

Mamoru let Usagi guide his manly hands under her blouse to feel her naked back. She was soft and warm and she heated up his usually cold hands. He wanted more, he knew the kisses wouldn't satisfy his urge for the sweet passion he wanted to share with his Usako. He wanted to make a pact with his wife, a physical pact that only true lovers should make. He felt chills as Usagi had now pulled out his shirt from being tucked in his pants and her hands explored his back and abdomen. This was the touch he wanted, the touch that completed him. He had been touched before, but none of those other women were connected to him like Usagi was.

Usagi roamed the beautifully chiseled body. Everything about Mamoru set a flame in her heart that she could not explain. Usagi was scared and anxiety took over her as his hands slowly removed buttons from her blouse. She slowly pulled away from Mamoru's skin and put her hands on his shoulders.

Mamoru read her like a book, and took his hands away from her blouse. He broke the kiss and smiled. "You really know how to get me going." He growled lowly, teasing his beloved.

The bass tone that Mamoru took on had sent chills down Usagi's spine. She kissed him once more and smiled. "I love you." Usagi kissed him again and soon she was on her back, trying to rationalize everything her body was feeling. "Mamo-chan..." she whispered as Mamoru kissed her neck. She tried to control her breathing but Mamoru stayed on her ticklish neck softly laying wet kisses on them.

"I love you, Usagi." He whispered. Unfortunately, the doorbell rang stopping the couple from whatever could have been initiated in those next few minutes. "Should I answer it?" he asked her.

"It's probably important." She smiled finally opening her eyes to see the man staring lovingly into her blue eyes. Usagi, somewhat did not want him to move and it was until he kissed her forehead that she let him go. "He knows me too well," she thought.

Mamoru let Usagi button-up the buttons he had unbuttoned and then open the door. A man his height, with blonde-hair tied into a ponytail stood in front of him wearing dark sunglasses, a grey button-up shirt, and denim jeans alike to Mamoru's.

"Chiba Mamoru?" the man asked.

"Yes it is..." Mamoru replied. "Haven't I seen you before?" Mamoru looked at the blonde-haired man and the cool smiled that tipped to the right. "Such warmth." He thought to himself.

"I don't know sir." he answered. "May I come in; I have some business to discuss with Mr. Chiba."

"Yes please do," Mamoru motioned him to enter and as he did, Roiyaru accidentally dropped his sunglasses. But due to the quick reflexes of both men, they both caught a handle at the same time. "You think on your feet." Mamoru told him.

"I try," the man replied. Mamoru noticed the slight hint of sarcasm in his voice. Where had he heard the voice before? While he thought of this, he guided his guest to the couch opposite of the one Usagi was on. "Would you like something to drink, um..."

"Shuensha Roiyaru." The man replied. "Yes, anything would be fine."

Mamoru nodded. "This is my wife..."

"Tsukino Usagi, or Chiba Usagi, I am sorry."

"Wow, how did you know?" Usagi asked. "Have you been stalking Mamoru?"

"No, madam," Roiyaru smiled. "I have a knack of telling newly weds."

"Are you sure I have not seen you before?" Mamoru asked coming back with a glass of water.

"It is alright if you do not remember." Roiyaru smiled.

"So I have seen you before, but where?" Mamoru asked. "College?"

"No, Chiba-san, I haven't been to America." Roiyaru answered.

"How did you know I was studying in America?" Mamoru asked.

"Are you sure you haven't stalked him? Usagi asked. "You're beginning to sound like stalker material."

"I assure you, I haven't stalked him Usagi... or should I say Sailor Moon?" Roiyaru asked.

Usagi and Mamoru gasped. "How did you know?" Mamoru asked. Mamoru slowly built his guard.

"I know many things, Tuxedo Kamen." Roiyaru responded staying very cool.

Mamoru did not know what to think. Was this man friend or foe? He knew his secret identity as well as Usagi's. Maybe the two had not been careful and transformed in front of him. The only place was the wedding... and a light bulb flashed on in Mamoru's head. "You're the server at the wedding reception!"

Roiyaru let out a short laugh. "Yes, I am; how are you finding married life?"

"Wait, did you see us transform?" Usagi inquired standing up. "You can't tell anyone, do you hear me?"

"Usako!" Mamoru hissed. Usagi controlled herself and sat back down. "How did you know?"

"It doesn't matter how I know, it matters that I do know. I am no enemy, Chiba Mamoru; I am here to serve you... again."

"You did a well enough job at the wedding." Mamoru replied.

"I did not serve you then Mamoru... perhaps you do not remember," Roiyaru said reflectively. "But all is well, now that you are safe."

"I've been safe... Shuensha-san, please tell me how you know this information and what you are talking about." Mamoru pleaded.

"I will in due time, but first I must return this to you." Roiyaru reached into his pocket and pulled out a mask. It was the mask Tuxedo Kamen had flung off yesterday night during his battle. He tossed it to Mamoru who caught it and was left in awe.

"You're one of them." Mamoru said quietly. "Which one?"

"Tuxedo Star and I are one in the same." Roiyaru replied smiling at Chiba Mamoru as he cleverly began to piece the information together. "I am one of them and I am here begging your forgiveness." He stood up and froze as if standing in the military. "Prince Endymion, it was the only way we could have been sure that you were the prince."

"Who are you?" Usagi asked. "If you are who you say you are, then how did you pass Haruka and Michiru without being confronted?"

"Who are they?" Roiyaru asked back. "The only ones I know are you, Mamoru and you Usagi, or Princess of the White Moon."

"The more you know, the more you amaze me," Usagi said truthfully. "What are you doing here?" Usagi asked again.

Roiyaru began to explain just a little to Usagi but for Mamoru, it went in one ear and out the other. This man, he had only relatively met two days ago was in his house, knew him and his wife, and new of their existence during the Silver Millennium, yet he was a friend. He carefully wanted to piece the puzzle together but he knew he could not unless he was with the man, one-on one.

Roiyaru sensed that about Mamoru and stopped the little explanation he gave to Usagi. "If you would allow me to, I will explain to you in much more detail."

"That'd be a great idea; maybe we could have cookies; do you think Mako-chan could bake some, Mamo-chan?" Usagi asked gleefully.

"Usagi," Mamoru told her. "Maybe you should go check if she can."

"Another good idea... wait a minute, are you kicking me out of my own home?" Usagi asked with a cute questioning gaze.

"Go meet with the others and I'll relate the story to you later."

"But Mamo-chan," Usagi protested getting a stern look from her husband. "Well alright." Usagi took her things and was off.

"Sorry for my inconvenience," Roiyaru smiled.

"It's nothing; but please tell your story." Mamoru didn't know what he was in for, but he knew that this would be his chance to understand Roiyaru and the other men dressed in Tuxedoes.

"Well, of course you know, it started a long, long ago..."

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