Incident's Happen
By Kimra
Part Four
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"How long's it been now?" He asked conversationally and she glanced down at the illuminated clock on her communicator.
"Too long." She groaned, still registering that it had been nearly eight hours since it had begun. She grit her teeth and mentally ordered her friends to make her excuses to her family. It was getting close to 8pm and she didn't think they where any closer to being out at that moment then they had at any other point in the day.
"What's the time?" He tried again, probing a little harder.
"Seven forty-eight, pm." She almost felt his grimace.
"Well I guess that cancels out my plans for the night."
"Oh?" She perked, curious and bored to death. "What where you going to do?"
"I was going to go to a concert with a friend."
"Oh?" She asked a little curious but she was getting too tired to really probe for information and his silence indicated he wasn't going to volunteer any.
Usagi stretched from her seated position, arm's raising high above her head as she arched her back trying to click all the muscles back into place.
"How's it going?" He asked considerately, but his voice made her jump. She had been under the impression that he was asleep or just not in the room any more. This darkness was not so friendly as she would like it to be, not that darkness was usually friendly, but she lived in hope.
"I'm exhausted. I think I have to de-transform." She told him plainly, it wasn't exactly a big deal after all, he knew who she was, and she had never once felt unsafe in his presence. After all, considering her track record if he'd wanted to hurt her he could have just left her alone… that would have gotten her killed some time ago.
"It's okay, no one's getting in here without one of us noticing." He replied dryly.
"Ya think?" she replied tartly. Something about being stuck in a room with the lights off with a guy who continued to swap between infuriating to charming was getting on her nerves. Funny that.
"Hey, no need to bite my head off." He defended quickly. "I was just telling you."
"You know-" She snapped, forgetting to be tired "-you remind me of someone I know." Then added, just so there was no confusion. "And that's not entirely a good thing." It was just perfect, she was stuck in a room with her hero who was doing his darn best to reminder her of her daily arguments. She folded her arms tightly across her chest in annoyance, then grimaced slightly at the pain that moved through her. None the less a grin touched on her lips.
"What?" He asked, as if he could see her sudden smile and she was too pleased to remember being annoyed at him.
"My arm's not broken any more." She unfolded her arms slowly then gently shook the sore one a little. "But it still pulls."
"Congratulations." He replied stonily.
"How's your wrist?" She turned to him now, in better spirits then she had been and even though she couldn't see him she could sense that he was withdrawing. She reached out carefully, aware of the million embarrassing situations that would arise if she grabbed at random in his direction and managed to carefully latch onto his arm.
"It's fine."
"You sure?" She probed running her hand down his arm to his wrist. She heard his intake of breath, not sure if it was pain but gentling her touch as she checked for injury.
"You shouldn't do that." He told her tightly and although she was surprised by the statement she frowned up at him trying to understand what he meant. "Besides," he sneered making her frown tighten into displeasure "it's the wrong wrist."
Her lips came into a deadly pout as he chuckled at her and she let a little huff escape her in annoyance. "I'm just trying to help." She pointed out peeved with his behavior.
"Go back to your corner Odango."
She kept pouting. "Maybe I don't want to." She challenged lightly, because god's she was bored.
"Maybe you should do it anyway." He tried again and with a grin she got a little closer.
"Am I scaring you Tuxedo Kamen?"
"Yeah." He replied, humor in his voice "If I'm not careful you'll fall and take the rest of the building down with you." He left a pause for the insult to settle in. "Now go back to your corner."
A little peeved by the insult and the fact that he wouldn't even dignify her with a distraction she settled for rebellion and sat herself down almost directly beside him.
Soon though she fell asleep, her body surrendering to the emotional exhaustion of the day.
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Something was wrong in her dreams, something she couldn't put her finger on. Tuxedo Kamen was singing at her, always singing and rather off key. He was singing happy birthday, or something like that but he kept getting her name wrong. Every time, one after another, he called her Rei, he called her Ami, then Usagi, but that hadn't been right. He followed with different names, ones she knew, ones she thought he might have been making up. He called her nick names, things that made her blush things that infuriated her but not her name, she kept shouting and shouting but he couldn't get it right.
"Wake up." He told her softly and she ignored him, for a moment wishing he was singing again because anything was better then being awake. Awake meant school six times out of seven, and she never liked that.
"Go 'way." She mumbled at him, waved a hand at get rid of him and hit flesh.
"Ouch!" Was snapped and she managed a little snicker at the figure in her dreams event though he seemed too far away to hit it had been his voice.
"Wake up!" The voice snapped and with shock she realized there was someone beside her, right beside her ear.
She flung herself away only to realize she was lying down. Her head collided with something solid. She swore, tried to clutch her head and fell back hard against the marble floor. She swore again but didn't move, not trusting that she'd come out of the room alive if she did.
"What the hell?" She demanded of the darkness around her. She felt drained, tired beyond any definition she knew of the word.
"You head butted me!" A male voice snapped, sounding for all the world like he was going to kill her.
She blinked then realized it was Tuxedo Kamen's voice and that she was still stuck under the rubble of a collapsed bank building. For an obscure reason that was comforting.
"Erg." She grunted the memory of her dream intruding her thoughts. "Never sing to me." She grumbled the agitation from that dream still in her body.
"What?" He demanded, sounding unimpressed and she reasoned that if his head was hurting as much as her own he had every right to sound narky.
"Don't worry about it." She replied tightly, too tired to care what was happening and not in the mood to pick a fight. "Why'd you wake me?" She grumbled wondering if she really wanted to be asleep considering the dream, it had been really bizarre.
"You said you needed to detransform and fell asleep without doing it. I thought it was okay but you seemed to be getting feverish. So I woke you up."
Tired she acknowledged that he was right, her body felt like it was loosing energy fast. It wasn't a problem normally but the many hours of sitting in this room transformed was straining her recourses.
"Good point." She whispered as she dragged herself to sit up. He wasn't far from her, she could feel his presence near her own and relaxed knowing he wouldn't be far. In her civilian form she would feel weaker, more intimidated by the situation which so far she had avoided, but she had to do this, because otherwise she wouldn't have the energy to get out of there when the girls finally got a plan going. She reached up for her broach, felt it tight in her grip and pushed the magic back into it where it belonged. She felt power leaving her body, sliding past her and into oblivion, she felt it go and let it happen like she did every time she released her hold on Sailor Moon.
She knew he could see it, even if her eyes where closed as the power overwhelmed her. She knew he could see everything as the power flooded the room and settled itself back into her locket but she didn't care. Tuxedo Kamen just wouldn't hold it against her, besides maybe he had the same problem when he transformed.
A thought occurred to her. "What about you?" She asked when the energy had calmed and she felt like herself, plain old Usagi.
"I changed back while you where asleep." He replied, his voice tight and she felt a little betrayed.
"Good for you." She told him and her attention began to slide away. She really was tired but now without the Sailor Moon magic around her she felt like the sleep would actually come. It wasn't until her eyes where closing and her dream was returning that something occurred to her, something that had escaped her. In her dream, in her mind Tuxedo Kamen had called her everything, everything except…. "Odango."
"What?" The man asked his voice sounding confused and she stared at where she knew he was her heart struck with an idea she couldn't shake away.
"You called me Odango." She breathed the betrayal stronger now, the loss to acute it nearly hurt, because she knew now, what she hadn't understood before. "Nobody call's me Odango but Mamoru."
