Mamo's House

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, although I hope to own a Mamoru someday!

Summary: Mamoru and Usagi met in middle school; They were friends, then enemies, then lovers, and enemies once again; Ten years later they end up working for the same company; does sparks or fists fly?

NOTE: I deleted the mini-chapter (#6) so I made six and seven into one chapter, chapter six. Just for those of you who already read the beginning! There's more I promise.

I made the mistake of taking an online class, so I'm pretending to do an essay while really working on the story. :smile:

"This sandwich is delicious! Mmm… what's it called again?"

"BLT- bacon, lettuce, and tomato."

"I have to get Makoto to make this for me."

"Why not make it yourself?" Usafi gave Mamoru a look. "Oh, yea, I forgot if you attempted to do so, you'd burned down the house."

"Precisely. So, do you have any ice cream?"

"What? You just had a sandwich and a slice of pie!"
"Ma-mo-ru!" Mamoru slinked over to the freezer, muttering to himself.

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The next morning, the sun rose on four exhausted adults, sprawled out on Mamoru's living room floor. Minako was first to wake up and pinched Usagi mercilessly until she woke up.

"Ow!"

"Hush!"

"You didn't have to pinch me," Usagi scowled. She rubbed her arm.

"Do you want to wake them up?" She gestured toward Mamoru and Motoki.

"No. Let's get out of here before those angelic faces morph back into the demonic ones they usually are."

"Couldn't have said it better myself, Usa."

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As Usagi and Minako waited at the bus stop, they were surprised to meet up with an old friend.

"Setsuna! I can't believe you're in town! Look at you!"

"It's nice to see you, too, Minako. Hey, Usa, what happened to the odangos?'

"Oh, well, I sort of outgrew them. I hate it how you look more beautiful than the last time I saw you," Usagi pouted. "Where've you been all this time?"

"If I tell you, I'd have to kill you," Setsuna chuckled. "Do you still go out with Mamoru?"

"No way! But Mina's still obsessed with Motoki!"

"Am not!"

"Yea, huh!"

"NOOO!" Mina stomped her feet. She stopped when she notice the other passengers were giving her strange looks. "There's nothing to see here people…" She blushed.

"I see age hasn't changed either of you one bit," Setsuna commented.

"Nope," Usagi flipped her hair. "I am still gorgeous as ever."

"Please, spare me," Mina snorted. "So, why are you back in town?"

"Haven't you heard?"

"No," Mina and Usa replied in unison.

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Finally, the bus arrived and Mina and Usa rushed inside, in case Mamoru or Motoki were in the vicinity.

"I can't believe Hotaru's back," Usa whispered.

"I can't believe that slut is still trying to hang out with us after what she did! Does she actually think we want to talk to her?"

"Mina, she's only human."

"Human? That girl? After all the things she did, I wouldn't be surprised if she was the devil's own mother!"

"Shh! Mina, people can hear you! Anyway, let's not get riled up about Hotaru. Let's just hope I stay alive long enough to make it to McDonald's."

"Uh huh. My stomach is on fire!"

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"So word on the street is that Hotaru's back!" Usagi passed the bit of gossip on to the rest of the gang as they sat in the waiting room of the spa. Every Saturday they had brunch, manicures, pedicures, hair masks, face masks, and massages at the luxury day spa. Afterwards, they went to dinner at an outdoor bistro. They've done this since college: Usagi, Minako, Makoto, Ami, Rei, Setsuna, and Hotaru. Now, Ami was at medical school, Setsuna had moved to Europe with her husband, and Hotaru was an ex-friend.

"No way! She's here?" Makoto's eyes widened in shock. "Do you think she'll try and get back in with the group?"

"She better not, that ho. She knows better," Rei muttered.

"For real," Mina agreed.

"I think you guys are being too harsh. I know she did a lot of bad stuff, but we don't have to stoop to her level. We see her, we be polite. I'm not saying we have to be friendly or anything."

"She better hope I don't get to her first. I got a lot of unfinished business with her!" Mina cheered her on. Mako laughed. Usa sighed, exasperated.

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"Hotaru was really my friend, you know what I'm saying, Mamo?"

"Actually, what I'm trying to understand is what you're doing at my house?" Mamoru searched for keys. He had just come home when he found Usagi, crying on his doorstep.

"I don't need your cynicism, Mamo. I just need you to be a friend."

"Alright, I'll lay off for now, but don't expect any preferential treatment at the office. Come, I'll make you some coffee." Usagi curled up on Mamoru's couch as he went into the kitchen. Even though she and Mamoru had their differences, she knew she could talk to him when problems arose. "Here you go, Usa, with lots of cream. And some crackers."

"Thanks."

"So," Mamoru sat down. "Tell me the story from the beginning."

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"What is that annoying music?" Usagi rubbed her eyes. "Ugh, my cellphone. Who the hell is calling?" She snatched it off her dresser. "Hello?"

"Usa? Where are you? I've been calling you forever?"

"Mina? It's early in the morning- move your foot! "

"Who are you talking to?"

"Oh, just Mamoru… Omg, Mamoru! What are you doing in my house!" Usagi flung out of bed.

"Actually, you're in my house. Could you please stop jumping about? The sheets are falling." Mamoru mumbled, his head under the pillow.

"Oh, goddesses! Oh my goddess!" Usagi remembered Mina was on the phone. "Hello? Umm, hi."

"You're at Mamoru's house! How long you've been there?"

"Only like a couple hours."

"Really? Because it's three in the afternoon and you were suppose to meet me at the mall an hour ago."

Hotaru's character is based on one of my ex-friends, so think of Hotaru as Mistress 9 and not little girl Hotaru. Of course, I can't call her Mistress 9 in the story. LOL.

Again, a bit short. I've written out more than this, but some people (Mom!) won't let me stay on long enough so I can type so until later, enjoy!