Here it is! The Fifth Chapter to Old Friends. Like I promised. I hope everyone likes it. Bye!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they all belong to wonderful creator of Sailor Moon.


Chapter Five

Bright green eyes met with a different pair of blue eyes. "Seiya!" the girl choked out, "...Wha...What are you doing in Tokyo?"

Mamoru turned his head to the unwanted guest. This Seiya had long black hair that was pulled back loosely into a low ponytail. Seiyas' blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he smiled down at the brown haired girl, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his black suit.

Seiya glanced at the man across from Makoto, the smile that played on his lips moments ago disappeared. The two men glared at each other in secret as Makoto waited for her answer. She nibbled lightly on her lower lip, her hands twisting the napkin she held.

"I was in town and I remembered you said that you always dreamed about going back to Tokyo." Seiya pushed Mamoru farther into the seat to make room for himself. Makoto's eyes narrowed.

"Bullshit." The girl snapped as a hand slammed against the table. "That just plain bullshit and you know it Kou!" Seiya looked at the girl shocked. Makoto glared into his dark blue eyes, waiting for him to speak.

"Ahem..."Mamoru coughed to relieve some of the tension, but that only seemed to add to the fire.

"Who the hell are you?" Seiya demanded, glaring at the raven haired man. Mamorus' eyebrow rose. 'Who does this kid think he is?' Blue eyes glared back at blue eyes. "Not that it's any of your concern. I'm Chiba Mamoru." He smiled smugly as Seiyas' expression welted.

"Your..." Makoto cut Seiya off before he could say anymore. " I don't care what you have to stay to him Kou. I don't care why your here, but me and Mamoru were just about to leave." She lied. As much as she hated to lie, she just needed to get away from Seiya. Just looking at his handsome face made her heart break. Although she hid her expression quite well from the two men in front of her.

Makoto quickly stood up and hurried towards the exit. "Move" Mamoru said to the nonmoving Seiya. Seiya turned his gaze to the impatient man.

Seiya stood but remained in the older mans way. "Don't you own Chiba Enterprises?" Mamoru nodded, his arms crossed over his chest. This man was really beginning to bother him. If he didn't move soon, Makoto could leave and Mamoru still had a few things he wanted to tell her.

"Are you done so that I can go?" Mamoru turned his gaze to the dance floor, where he saw Minako and Motoki watching him.

"Stay away from her." Seiya growled, glaring up at the man. "She doesn't need a big shot like you to hound her."

"Who are you to tell me who I can be with." Mamoru's hand closed tightly into a fist. "Apparently, what ever you did to her was enough to make her not want to be near you." He replied through his teeth. Mamoru pushed pass Seiya, walking rapidly to the exit of the club. .

"Good-bye Mister Chiba." The bouncer at the door said, as the black haired man hurried pass. Mamoru turned his head this way and that searching for any sign of the girl he came with. He caught sight of brown locks hiding between the cars in the parking lot.

"Kino-san?" he asked cautiously, as he approached. A red eyed Makoto stood up at face him, quickly wiping at the tears that threatened to fall. Mamorus' face soften. "Are you alright?"

Makoto nodded, making an attempt to smile. "Yeah I'm fine. What makes you think something's wrong?" The black haired man sighed. Makoto was trying to deny what he could clears see. Something was wrong. She wasn't this upset when she had left.

"You can tell me. I'm not going to belittle you for anything you say." Makoto wrapped her arms around herself. It was getting colder and she had forgotten her jacket in the car. She looked up Mamoru, still not saying a word. Mamoru crossed his arms over his chest. The girls' stubbornness was driving him. "Come on you look cold. We can go to my apartment, its not that long of a walk from here. I'll make you some coffee and we can talk." Makoto nodded, as Mamoru handed her his jacket.


Makoto shifted from her position of Mamoru's couch. They had made their way quietly through the streets, neither one of them speaking a word. During the walk Makoto couldn't help but admire how good looking the man walking a few steps away from her. Shaking her head, Makoto looked up to see Mamoru walk back into the room, from his bedroom.

"I called Motoki. Minako and him know your here. I can drop you off at your apartment if you'd like. Minako was quite worried when she saw you rushing out of the club." Makoto's eyes widen.

"You didn't tell her why did you?" She glanced at him nervously. Mamoru shook his head and saw the brown haired girl sigh in relief.

Crossing his arms he leaned against the door frame. "So...are you going to tell me what that little scene was back there?" Makoto turned her gaze elsewhere. 'What am I suppose to tell him?' she thought, 'The truth.' The inner part of her told her.

Sighing, Makoto looked back up at him. "Simply an ex-boyfriend issue." Mamoru raised an eyebrow. "I figured that much. There has to be more to it if you got so angry with him."

Makoto's temper flared. Who was he to pry into his business. She stood up suddenly, glaring at the raven haired man. "I don't have to tell you anything, Mister Chiba! That had nothing to do with you. So I don't understand why you're making a big deal about it!" Makoto couldn't believe the nerve of this man. Prying into her business! It wasn't anything he should be concerning himself with.

Those beautiful bright green eyes glared up at him. Mamoru wasn't that much taller then the brown haired girl seething a few steps away. Her eyes narrowed, making an attempt to leave. "I really don't think I'll need you to take me home, Chiba." The use of his late name shook the man out of the stupor.

"Makoto..."

"That's Kino-san to you!" she spun around and yelled. Mamoru flinched slightly. Sighing the man walked pass the young girl and blocked her only exit.

"Fine, Kino-san. Please calm down. You're right I shouldn't have been prying. I didn't mean to sound nosey or anything." He placed his hand on the girls' shoulder only for her to shake his hand off and move away from him, with her back to him.

"Look I don't know what you have against me, but it is getting rather tiresome. Why can't you act your age?" Mamoru asked running a hand through his hair. The girl suddenly turned to him her green eyes blazing with fury.

"Excuse me?" she asked her temper raising each moment. He was beginning to annoy her. 'Well you can't really blame him for thinking you were kiddish. You were the one who refused to look at him whenever he was around.' her inner voice argued. Makoto rolled her eyes. Her arms crossed over her chest, she glanced back at Mamoru.

"Ok, I'm sorry. It's just I got over emotional. The boy you resemble was my best friend. The first person to befriend me when I was younger." She bit her lower lip nervously, turning her gaze to the brown carpeted floor. "You just looked so much like him. It just hurt too much to see him in you every time I saw you." She closed her eyes tightly feeling the slight burning sensation developing in her eyes.

Mamoru looked at her sadly, 'Whoa.' He stepped up to her, gently placing his hand on her chin tilting her head up. "Are you crying?" That seems to break the dam. Tears maybe their way out from Makoto's closed eyes and down her pale skin. She made a move to wipe her tears only to have Mamoru beat her to it. "Come now. Don't cry." He whispered softly, trying to comfort her.

Makoto took a deep breath, her eyes still closed. "Look at me." Mamoru said softly, pulling the girl into a friendly embrace. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"It's not your fault." Makoto said hoarsely. "I just..."

"I want to tell you something first." Mamoru rushed out. Makoto looked up at him curiously. "Since you've always avoided me I could never tell you this. When I was fifteen years old, my family and I got into a horrible accident. My parents didn't survive." He said sadly, "but I have managed to. However with a price." Mamoru let her go, before he walked over to the dining room table motioning for the girl to follow. Makoto watched as he picked up a torn piece of paper and handed it to her. Looking at the paper she read the headline. "Chiba family Tragedy."

"You have no memory?" Makoto asked shocked, as she skimmed the article. Sighing Mamoru moved to the couch, sitting down. "No or at least I have no memory about anything before the crash. When I came to the doctors asked me if I knew what happened. Of course I didn't. The only thing I knew was my first name. They told me what happened." He looked down at his hands. "Also when I see you and Minako, you two seem so familiar but I just can't tell from where."

Makoto looked at him wide eyed. She has listened to every word he spoke. 'Could it really be him?' She looked down nervously. "I think I should go." She said softly, drawing the older mans attention. Mamoru sighed that wasn't the reaction he was expecting to get.

"Ok I'll take you home if that's what you want." He opened the door for her and followed her out. 'So maybe she can't help me remember...Oh well I'll live'