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I would like to thank TropicalRemix and hotohori's empress for the great reviews!

To answer your questions, Tropical Remix, this is a usagi/mamoru fic. Also, you are on the right track as far as what kind of creatures killed Usagi's friends and family.

hotohori's empress, your review has encouraged me to continue this story. You'll have to keep reading to find out more on the whole Usagi ordeal.

On with the show!!!

Chapter 2: Found

Usagi's eyes widened to a considerably larger size than normal and with a large gulp, slid a few feet away from him. This guy was THE Chiba, Mamoru. The same phycho that had practically slaughtered the entire staff and student body at the Sakura Middle School and then blew up the building! Her courage deflated like an old birthday balloon when she realized just how dangerous this guy really was. What's more, she was standing not five feet away from the boy.

For get this! I'm a lot safer in a jail cell than with this wacko. Usagi was even prepared to step out into the bustling crowd when Chiba's hand around her arm stopped her.

''Your not really going to go out there,''he stated with a small smirk at the girls foolishness. ''In case you haven't noticed, your a wanted criminal.''

''Well, in case you haven't noticed, so are you,''Usagi snapped while twisting her arm out of his grip.

Chiba leaned against a garbage can and flashed her an infuriating smile.

''I knew you'd probably try and play hard-to-get, Tsukino, but this is rediculous.''

The blond glared at his gall, making it easy for her to hide her uneasiness.

''What's rediculous is me actually going to a murderers house!''

''Did you even bother to ask me if I was innocent or not?''Chiba shot back.

''No, but that doesn't mean that you didn't do it!''

''It also doesn't mean that I did.''

''So you admitt it?''

''What?! I just said that I didn't have anything to do with it.''

''That's what they all say.''

He sighed and massaged his temples to stop the growing headache that was slowly beginning to form.

''Look. Your probably hungry, tired, and in dire need of a hot shower. You could stay at my place for a few days. . .''

Usagi's eyes softened and the smallest hint of a smile appeared in the corner of her lips. That was when Chiba knew he had gotten a little of her trust.

''Besides, I can smell you from here to Italy.'' Damn! Me and my big mouth!

She was about to retort when she realized something. He was probably right. Being in an alley for most of a night and all of a day didn't really make you smell like roses. She was probably going to get herself killed by going with him, but did she really have any other choice?

''Alright.''

''What?''Chiba asked, thinking he had heard wrong.

''I said 'Alright'.''

He knodded his head, glad that she had agreed to come with him, but there was one small problem. How would he get her out of the alley without being spotted? Chiba looked around the alley and spotted and old blanket in one of the trash cans.

''Here,''he said, tossing her the material. ''Cover yourself up.''

Usagi quickly did as she was told.

''It smells like old sushi under here!''her muffled voice complained.

''Live with it.''

She grumbled a bit before letting herself be lead out into the streets of Tokyo and down an unknown road.

The duo arrived at an abandoned, shabby wearhouse. Even in the dark, it still looked pitiful.

''This is where you live?''asked Usagi, giving the crumbling building a look of disapproval.

''I know its not exactly the Hilton---''

''I'll say. . .''

'' ---but its good enough,''Chiba finished, letting go of her hand and walking up to the rusty, overly large door.

He pounded on it exactly ten times and waited.

''You have got to be kidding me,''she mumbled and rolled her eyes at the boy's antics. What is this place, the pentagon?

She jumped when she heard a deep voice from the other side of the door.

''Who is it?''

''Its the cops,''Chiba joked.

There was a short pause before the door swung open to reveal a tall boy who was around Chiba's age. His red hair stuck up in odd angles and he had a smirk plastered on his pale face.

''Shit, Mamoru!''he exclaimed. ''You had me goin' for a sec.''

''Your just a whimp,''Chiba teased and pushed pass his friend, Usagi trailing behind.

The hall was almost pitch black and if it were'nt for a small light ahead of them, Usagi wouldn't have known which way was up. They entered the lit room and she gasped. The inside was nothing like the outside of the building. The room was properly furnished in black and white and the center of the living room contained three long, black leather couches that were crowded around a fireplace. The walls were made up of shelves that held hundreds of leather bound books. A few white rugs were thrown here and there on the black, tiled floor.

Only one word came to mind that could sum up the fashion of the room. Wow.

''Hey Mamoru, who's the chic?''asked the red head.

''Dorian, this is Tsukino Usagi,''Chiba introduced. ''Tsukino, Dorian.''

Dorian hurried forward and shook her hand politely.

''Your the kid that supposedly killed off her family, right?''

''I---''

''I found her hidding in an alley, so she's gonna stay with us for a bit,''Mamoru informed him, cutting off

Usagi's response to Dorian's unnerving question. ''Where are the others?''

''They left out a while ago, on patrol.''

''Patrol?''asked Usagi.

''Never mind that,''Mamoru dismissed her question. ''You should go freshen up. I'll show you where to go.''

He lead her out of a door on the left side of the living room, leaving Dorian to stare after them in confusion. What is that guy up to now?

Well, that's all for this chapter. Now you have a bit more information on Chiba Mamoru. Please review and tell me what you thought. I will update on the twenty-sixth

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