Title: A Love Unstifled

Summary: After some investigation, Mamoru decides to surprise Usagi with a lovely romance, but from fear of rejection he dawns his mask. What will he do when that mask comes off?

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon in any way,
So don't sue me, I really have to say,
But if I did,
I'd surely rid,
Myself of writing fanfics today.

AN: Hiso everybody! This is my third story here, I hope it does well! I am pretty aware that unstifled isn't actually a word...but...just pretended its a more smoother way as in to say not-stifled.


She walked into the Crown Fruit Parlor, spying an elusive dark-haired devil. Mamoru.

Or Mamoru-baka, as she usually called him. Their meetings were less than friendly, and always ended up making her angry. He insulted her poor academics, her lack of maturity, and her clumsiness. Maybe she didn't do well in school, and was late to classes and meetings, but she also saved innocent people from youma all the time, so could she help it?

That was another thing, she was Sailor Moon, champion of justice.

He was cold hearted and an insensitive jerk.

Not always, sometimes he was kinder and more caring. But this was rare. Moreover, he was never kind or caring towards her.

'He must really hate me.' She thought sadly.

"Odango, isn't it kind of early to be up for a Saturday? It's not even noon yet."

"For your information, MAMORU-BAKA, I do wake up early sometimes! and my name is USAGI!"

Yes, he must really hate her.


He was enjoying the morning with the daily newspaper and black coffee, of the strongest brew. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched his blonde angel enter the arcade.

"Odango, isn't it kind of early to be up for a Saturday? It's not even noon yet." he said. Somehow, his carefully planned out sentences that praised her beauty, her radiance, disappeared once he opened his mouth. Out of nervousness, always, out of his mouth, came an insult.

She yelled at him with contempt, and he felt a small pain tug at his heart. If only he could stop being the "insensitive jerk" that she always saw in him.

He wished that once, she could look at him with those summer blue eyes, with love, instead of spite.


She sat down on a stool in front of the counter, one seat away from Mamoru.

"Hello Motoki-onii-san!" she greeted the blonde man behind the counter. Motoki was in fact not her brother, but they were so close, they were almost siblings. Minus the bickering and teasing that she had with her real brother.

"Hello Usagi-chan. Chocolate milkshake?"

"Mmm-Hmm!" she nodded enthusiastically.

She propped her purse up onto the counter, and from it pulled out manga. She drank from her milkshake while reading it with intense concentration.

Mamoru turned to look at her. She was reading something, he noticed, and his curiosity got the best of him.

He snatched the book from her hands.

"Aha, manga. I knew there would be nothing that Odango Atama would read." She glared at him and flailed her hands about, reaching for her book.

"That book is mine! Give it back! Don't you dare read it!"

He had planning on reading it anyways, considering he already had it, but with her challenge he was even more inclined.

The pictures showed a Prince giving roses to his beloved Princess. They shared a full page kiss under the drawn moonlight. Captions revealed a forbidden love, an undying love. A love unstifled.

"What utter rubbish." He said distastefully. "I assume this is your substitute for a boyfriend?"

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" she stormed out of the arcade.

Motoki watched all this, saying nothing the whole time. "Mamoru, you shouldn't be so mean to her."

"I...can't help it."

Then he looked down in his hands. 'She forgot her book.'

He got up slowly and walked out of the arcade.


'This must be her house.' He was about to ring the doorbell when he heard someone talking. He walked around the building and saw Usagi sitting on her bed, on the second floor, through her window, the balcony somewhat obscuring the scene. He realized she was writing in her diary, voicing each word she wrote. Mamoru hid behind a tree and listened.

"also, Mamoru-baka was teasing me again. He is so awful and mean, why would he want to make fun of me? Am I not a good person? AND he always calls me Odango Atama...how annoying! and then he has the nerve to say I'M annoying. I just wish for once he would be more considerate. More like Tuxedo Kamen."

She paused and a dreamy sigh escaped her mouth. 'So Odango has a thing for Tuxedo Kamen?' Mamoru thought.

"You know diary, lately I've been thinking about love...everybody talks about it...and says it's the most wonderful thing..but I've never even had a boyfriend. The more I think about it though, I don't want just a boyfriend. I want true love, romance. But is that ever possible? Especially for me? I'm not pretty or smart...and this is no fairytale...but I just wish..."

"oh usagi oh especially for you' Mamoru almost whispered. Suddenly an idea formed in his head. 'And I can give it to you...'

Then his thoughts were interrupted by a scream. 'Youma...' Nearby he felt Sailor Moon beginning to transform...