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Chapter 4: Will this NIGHT ever END????????????????????
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Never was Shingo frightened in all his life!!!
He was trying to calm his breathing. After all, he did run a mile from his house, being pursued by a blond psychopath. . . who _happened_ to be his _sister_!
Shingo shivered. 'Who needs the Boogey-man when you've got her living under your roof?'
He looked down from his hiding spot, searching for any signs of danger approaching. Underneath his terrified exterior, Shingo felt a spark of satisfaction grow within him.
There was no way she would find him way up here! And even if Usagi did find him, she wouldn't dare try to climb up this tree. Shingo smirked. 'She's too much of a klutz and crybaby to do it.'
Shingo's feelings of victory came to an abrupt halt when an eerily familiar voice called out, the silence of the park shattered like glass breaking as a result of an opera singer on crack.
"Chhhiibaaaaaaa? Come out, come out, wherever you aaarrrrrrrrre!" Usagi sang shrilly, as her hips swayed in that slow, nonchalant attitude that was usually reserved for villains in horror movies who took sick pleasure in stalking their prey.
Shingo's heart sped up. She was here! Kami-sama have mercy on him! While he began to mutter prayers, another thought occurred to him: did she just call him Chiba? No, no that couldn't be right. Maybe she wasn't after him anymore? Just maybe, along the way she bumped into her nemesis, fought, and then chased him instead?
As Shingo was pondering on what to believe, down below a blonde odango was gradually nearing her brother's hiding place.
Usagi was itching to find that annoying baka and do what she had wanted to do this afternoon. . . choke him! That's right! She wanted to choke him till his face turned purple, his head explodes like a piñata, and after that, feed his remains to the pigeons.
'I'm sure they'll be thrilled!' Her eyes were filled with psychotic glee and cackled like a mad scientist.
Then she stopped in her tracks. It finally dawned on her that she was thinking like those people strapped up in metal jackets in a place where the authorities would put them away under lock and key. Before she knew it, she could wake up one day and think she was a bird, flapping her arms and try numerous attempts to fly from the roof of her house.
Usagi started to hyperventilate and hop from one foot to the other. What is she going to do? WHAT is she going to DO??? In her agitated state, she began to run around the trunk of a tree, not knowing what else she could do to relieve her panic. What the hell is she starting to become? 'It's _those_ dreams!!! Aaaarrrgggggh!!! This is Mamoru-baka's fault!'
She ceased running when she realized that she had nothing to worry about. This was only a dream. She was _still_ dreaming! It's not like this was real life. In dreams, people think and do the weirdest things that aren't considered to be normal. This wasn't the case!
Usagi nodded in agreement with her logic. In dreams, you can do whatever you damn well please. She perked up. What she wanted to do was to choke Mamoru-baka. . . oh but then it couldn't hurt to run her hands through his inky black hair and taste the saltiness of his skin and. . .
She gasped, eyes widening in horror. No! She didn't mean that!!! She whacked herself in the head a couple of times in hopes to get rid of those nasty thoughts out of her head.
"I _knew_ it!!! You _have_ been bashing your head! No wonder your brain cells have dropped below zero!" A taunting voice said.
'Huh? Where did that voice come from?' Usagi looked around her but she didn't see anyone.
"Up here! Or are you too deaf not to know where the direction of my voice is coming from?!"
Usagi looked up to see her brother sitting on a tree branch. She frowned when his words clicked. In indignation, she replied, "I'm not deaf baka! How dare you insult me!!!"
Shingo snorted. "I'm your brother, I have every right to!"
"You," she gritted out, "are not _my_ brother!"
Shingo was stunned, speechless more like it. Is that what she thought of him? Was he really that bad? He felt guilt, but most of all hurt. His heart squeezed as the emotions swirled inside of him. He swallowed when he felt his throat constrict. Oh no. . . he wasn't going to cry! Not in front of her!!!
Usagi continued on with her rant, "You won't fool me this time! I know who you are!!!" Then she said in disdain, "Mamoru-baka!!!"
Shingo blinked, bewildered. Was she still talking to him? He observed his surroundings, checking to see if her nemesis was lurking about. Nope, not hiding in the bushes. Nope, not standing below him. Nope, not perched on one of the trees. Nope, not. . . Kami-sama!!!!!! His sister thinks _he's_ Mamoru??????
It was ridiculous. All this time, she chased after him thinking he was Mamoru??? He couldn't help it. He burst out laughing; laughed so hard his sides started to hurt. His sister was an odd one alright! It may be even possible that she was delusional.
"You think. . . HA HA HA. . . that I'm. . . HA HA HA. . . Ma-Ma-Ma. . . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MAMORU??????" Tears were streaming down his cheeks; his arms were wrapped tightly around his stomach.
Usagi growled. 'Who does he think he is? Laughing at me like that?!?!?!?!?' An idea popped into her head just then. This was a dream, right? She could do whatever she wanted. She was the one in control!
She closed her eyes, tongue peaking out of the side of her mouth. 'Concentrate. . . concentrate and picture a big, mean, ferocious Tyrannosaurus Rex charging through the park and tearing through Mamoru-baka's flesh.' She was the semblance of concentration. She was the epitome of being in control. She was. . .
"Constipated."
'What was THAT?' Usagi's eyes snapped open, only to see her fellow Senshi standing before her with varying expressions of worry, amusement, bafflement, and. . . anger.
"That's what you look like," said the voice from before, "constipated."
"Hey!!!" Usagi exclaimed, offended. "What's your problem Pyro???????"
The Senshi of Fire's eyes blazed. "My problem? My PROBLEM??? I'll tell you what's my problem!!!!!"
"Mars," Mercury intervened, hoping her voice would soothe her temper, "don't start a fight."
Mars didn't heed her advice nor acknowledge her presence. The one thing that held her attention right then and there was the 'spaghetti for brains' standing right before her. "Do you realize what hour of the morning it is!? Do you know how long it took us to find you? Do you _know_ how worried we all were about you when Luna contacted us???!!! We weren't sure if you were held hostage, held at gunpoint, or worse! Kidnapped by the Negaverse!!!" Mars ranted, breathing heavily.
Usagi stood there wondering: 'why am I always getting yelled at or made fun of in my dreams?' She pouted. 'It's not fair!!!'
Usagi crossed her arms over her chest, still pouting. "I don't like this dream. I want to wake up now."
Mars narrowed her eyes. "Dream? What dream? That's not funny Odango Atama!!!" she fumed.
The blonde girl tilted her head, frowning. "What do you mean? Are you saying this isn't a dream?"
Mars smacked a hand to her forehead. "Of course this isn't!!!!!!! Here! Let me prove it to you!" She stormed right up to Usagi and pinched the girl's arm. HARD.
Usagi shrieked like a banshee from the unexpected pain to shoot up through her arm. Her lips began to tremble and then wailed: "Why are you soooooooo _mean_ to me MARS???" She rubbed her arm, trying to ease the pain.
"That was harsh Mars," Jupiter commented, rushing to comfort the poor girl.
"Jupiter's right Mars," Mercury said disapprovingly.
"Yeah," Venus piped in.
"What did I do?" Mars demanded, hands on her hips. "She thought she was dreaming and I helped her out!"
All three of the Senshi just shook their heads and sighed. That was Mars alright. It would take a miracle for her to apologize. And that was very rare.
However, now that Mars's boisterous voice was down to a normal level and Usagi's wails had quieted down to sniffles, they could hear the guffaws coming from above them. It amazed the Senshi they hadn't notice the boy perched up on the tree. Though, it shouldn't have since Rei's bellows and Usagi's wails is quite legendary in these parts.
"Uhhhh Usagi?" Venus asked, sweat dropping. "What's your brother doing up there?"
Blushing, Usagi replied, "I woke up screaming from a nightmare I had, then my parents and brother came in. Shingo made fun of me. He got me angry, so I ended up chasing him out of the house." It was the truth--- sort of. There was no way she was going to tell them that she had thought it was another dream where Mamoru-baka took over the face of the object she set her sights on.
They'd say she was insane.
Not that she was, mind you.
Jupiter eyed Shingo warily. "It looks like he's going to tip over that branch any minute now." As she said it, that's exactly what happened. Shingo tipped over, HEE-HAWING away.
THUMP!
Jupiter had caught him just before he hit the ground. The girls sighed in relief. Shingo didn't even notice, too busy laughing at his sister.
Mars turned to Usagi. "Why is he laughing so much?"
"Don't ask. All I want to do is to go home and get some sleep," she replied wearily, as to prove her point, she yawned.
They all nodded in agreement and gave collective yawns. They began to make their way to Usagi's house to assure to Usagi and her brother's safety.
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Tsukino's home. . .
Kenji and Ikuko had ran after their children for two blocks until they felt their bones creaking in protest. They hadn't realized how bent out of shape they were. It just goes to show what age can do to a person.
"We should have taken the car," Kenji commented to his wife, as they sat side by side on the couch, panting.
Fanning her face, she nodded, too tired to add anything to her husband's statement. Sure enough, when the doorbell rang, she was out of the couch in a split second, having found the strength to move where it's her children that's concerned. Kenji was right behind her.
Opening the door, they saw their daughter and their son who had a silly grin on his face as if he were trying to prevent himself from breaking into hysterics.
"Hi Mom, Dad," Usagi greeted. Then before Usagi could blink an eye, she found herself in her mother's embrace.
"Oh Usagi! We were so worried about you." Then Ikuko went to give her son a hug. "And you too Shingo!"
When she pulled away from her son, she gave her children a stern glare. "Don't you two go running out into the night ever again! Your father and I have been worried sick over your safety! Who knows what could have happened to the both of you!"
Shingo pointed at his sister accusingly. "It's her fault! She's the one who scared me!"
Ikuko shook her head. "I don't care. You are in much fault as your sister. Now, I want the both of you to march up those stairs and get into bed! We'll talk about your punishment tomorrow!"
They groaned but held their tongues and did as they were told.
As they watched their children climb up the stairs, Kenji turned to Ikuko. "You have to agree with Shingo though. Usagi looked pretty scary back there. Do you know what's the matter with her?"
Ikuko sighed. "We'll talk about that tomorrow," she said reluctantly.
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Usagi leaned against her door, not having the strength to enter her room just yet. 'How can everything go wrong all in one day? And all because of some measly dreams???!!!' She thought in irritation. If those dreams were so measly, why did they bother her so much?
'Maybe there is some truth to them,' her conscience whispered, 'you might just have feelings for that annoying baka after all.'
Usagi was shocked to hear her conscience say that. 'That's not true!!! It can't be!!!' She shook her head. 'I'm just tired. I'll feel better in the morning.'
Straightening her spine, shoulders back, she opened her bedroom door, entered, then turned on the lights. Imagine her surprise in seeing the familiar form of a bare chested Mamoru sleeping on her bed. Chained up to her bed no less!!!!!!
Though, Usagi didn't panic right away. After all, she must be hallucinating. That's right. Now, she was going to turn off the lights. Good. She was going to turn around and walk out the door. Very good. She was going to close the door. Excellent. Now, she'll slowly open her door with eyes closed, enter her room and turn on the switch only to see that her mind had been playing tricks on her. Perfect. Then open her eyes.
Not perfect.
She could feel her panic start to rise. This. Was. Not. Good. She swallowed, staring wide eyed at her nemesis. Why oh why was this happening to her??? 'Someone up there must really hate me!!!' Usagi thought, getting fed up with the predicament that she now found herself in.
As much as Usagi didn't want to, she found herself moving towards the bed. She just had to make sure if the occupant taking up residence in her room was real or not. When she was standing beside him, she slowly lowered herself onto the mattress, then leaned over to inspect his face.
He looks so handsome. She couldn't stop the thought from surfacing in her mind. Then, as if in a trance, she began to trace his features with her finger tip in a light caress. She started with his eyebrows, feeling the sleek, black thick hairs, trailed down to his aristocratic nose, to the softness of his cheeks, then hesitantly, his lips. The same lips she couldn't bear to tear her eyes away from this afternoon at the Crown Arcade. She didn't realize it at the time, but she was jealous. Jealous that those lips were touching the cup and not on her very own lips. She swallowed. She was doing it again! But right now, her finger had a mind of it's own. Her earlier assumption was right. His lips were smooth and strong to the touch. Then without warning, his lips parted.
Heart pounding, breaths coming in fast, she realized with a start that she ached to kiss him right then and there. She yanked her finger away, scared of what she was beginning to feel. Her eyes moved away from his lips--- only to discover that his eyes were wide-open. . . staring straight at her. It made her feel naked in his eyes, she felt that he could truly look into her soul and in the process he left her scorched. He didn't even touch her, but she could feel the imprint of his eyes on her. She didn't even know it was possible.
Usagi got up from the bed in a flash. His eyes followed her movements with a predatory gleam. Licking his lips, the corner of his lips tilted upwards. "Why'd you stop? I liked the attention I was receiving, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were tempted to kiss me." His eyes darkened with lust. "Am I right?"
If possible, her heart pounded even faster. Then to her horror, she felt herself blush to the roots of her hair. 'Noooooooo!' she groaned, 'not the hated blushes!'
Mamoru chuckled. "You didn't say no. Don't be shy. Why don't you come over here and finish what you started?" He said, voice husky.
His voice made her shiver. But when she heard what he suggested, she got angry. "What are you doing chained to my bed baka?!"
Mamoru blinked, then glanced up to his chained wrists. He yanked on them slowly, hearing them clink together, he gave Usagi a sexy grin. "You mean to tell me that you didn't do it yourself?"
She gasped, then waved a fist at him angrily. "HENTAI! No, I didn't chain you to my bed!!!" She seethed. "This isn't funny Mamoru-baka! Now tell me where you put the key!!!"
"Key?" he drawled, raising a brow. "I don't know. You tell me. Of course, the thought of you taking advantage of me is highly appealing."
Flustered, she said, "What. . . umm. . . ahhh. . ." Getting frustrated, she growled. "Hentai! I mean it! Where did you put the key???"
His eyes looked mischievous but when she blinked, the look was gone. "They're in my pocket," he purred.
Usagi gazed at him critically. He was wearing nothing more than his black boxer shorts. She felt herself blush once more but ignored it. She narrowed her eyes. "You don't have any pockets!!!" she pointed out.
A flirtatious grin made its way on Mamoru's face. "How else am I going to describe it?"
His meaning cuts across like sheer crystal. Usagi may be innocent. . . but not that innocent to not know what he was referring to! He had to be bluffing! There is no way the key was hanging. . . umm uh. . . in his boxer shorts!!!
Usagi glared. "Liar! The key is not in your boxer shorts!!!"
Mamoru shrugged. Well, as best as a person can do while being chained to a bed. "Well, then I guess you'll never know."
Unconsciously, Usagi nibbled on her lip. She was in between a hard rock and a hard place. Literally! Her features twisted in disgust. 'Wait a minute. . . that doesn't sound right!!! Aaaarrrrgggh! Look what that baka is turning me into! Ugh, I swear he is affecting my mental health as we speak!!!!!'
Sighing, she said, "Look. Whatever game you're playing could seriously get me into trouble with my parents. And my Dad. . . you wouldn't want him to catch you in here. He's very protective of me and has a shotgun that he would gladly use if he finds out you've been harassing me. So, for your safety I suggest you leave." Inside, Usagi was beaming. She sounded so mature and logical! Ami would be proud. Take that Rei!!!
Sadly, in Usagi's greatest moment of maturity, would be ignored seeing as how Usagi nibbling her lips throughout her little speech had distracted Mamoru.
Waiting for a response, Usagi crossed her arms.
And waited. . .
She tapped her foot.
And waited. . .
She glanced at her alarm clock on her bedside table.
And waited. . .
Oh, look! There's a cobweb over there!
And waited. . .
She squinted. Is that a fly struggling? Oh no. . . wait. . . a spider just ate it.
And wait---
"Are YOU going to SAY anything?!?!?!?!?!?" Usagi practically screamed, not having a scrap of patience left to wait anymore.
Eyes drifting away from her lips, Mamoru replied, "Yes."
'Stay calm Usagi. . . _breathe_ Usagi. . .' "And that is. . ." she stressed out.
Mamoru smiled innocently. "If you come a little closer, I'll tell you." He waggled his eyebrows.
Usagi was skeptical. "Why? I can hear you just fine from where I'm standing."
Mamoru shrugged. "Then I won't tell you."
'Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggggh! He's _soooo_ frustrating!!!!!' Pursing her lips, she retorted, "Fine."
Usagi took two steps forward.
"Closer," Mamoru encouraged.
Another two steps.
"Much closer."
She took another two, now standing beside the foot of the bed.
"Take two more steps toward me."
She did as she was told.
Mamoru's eyes glinted with pleasure. If anyone could see his expression, it would instantly remind them of a predator who had its prey right where it wanted them before it went in for the kill. "Gotcha," he growled. Before Usagi could react, Mamoru's legs swung around her waist and pulled her towards him.
Squealing, Usagi's face landed on his bare chest. For awhile, Usagi laid on top of him, completely still. Before she knew it, she could hear herself murmuring in her mind, 'Ooooh, it's so warm. . . and he smells _so_ good.' She gasped. 'Eeep! No he doesn't!!!!!!!' She started to struggle against Mamoru. If possible, his thighs tightened around her even more.
"Let go of me you creep!!!" She lifted her head to glower at him.
Mamoru cocked a brow. "Or you'll what?"
"I'll scream!!!! That's what!" Usagi exclaimed furiously.
With a sensual smile, he retorted, "What makes you think they'll believe you?"
Shocked, she stuttered, "Wh-what? Wh-why wouldn't they???"
His legs squeezed her. "For one, you're on top of me."
She gulped. "But. . . but you forced me!"
"I'll tell them I'm your boyfriend," he stated possessively, "besides. . . you belong to me." His eyes flashed in conviction.
Usagi's throat went dry, out of instinct she licked her parched lips.
Mamoru's eyes darkened to a stormy blue when he saw her tongue flick out of her mouth to wet her lips. He could feel himself growing hotter and the feel of Usagi's body wasn't going to cool down his temperature anytime soon. What he wanted to do was to get these blasted cuffs off of him, flip her over onto her back, and memorize the map of her body with his hands. He was beginning to dislike these handcuffs _very_ much.
Usagi didn't seem to notice Mamoru's growing desire for her. "What makes _you_ think that my parents are going to take your word over mine?"
"The answer should be obvious. I'm handcuffed to your bed after all."
Usagi could feel her ire rise. "Look here baka! I don't care what you say! If you don't let me go right now, I'll scream!!!" Then, as an afterthought, she added, "And I DON'T BELONG TO YOU!"
Releasing one of his legs, he slowly ran his foot up and down her legs.
Usagi took a deep breath. Whatever she had been expecting for Mamoru to do next. . . she wasn't expecting that!
"I was wondering," he began nonchalantly.
She raised a brow, silently asking him to continue.
His foot moves close to her buttocks. ". . . if you could discard these pajama bottoms--- they're such a nuisance. It would be much better for the both of us to be touching skin to skin. It'll heighten our pleasure. Don't you agree?" He gave her a seductive smirk.
Usagi had been gaping at him the whole time he had made his proposal. Was he _mad_? What did he take her for??? She didn't know how to react, so she reacted the only way she knew how. "HENTAI!!! I'M NOT YOUR PLAYTHING!!! NOW LET ME GO BEFORE YOU FIND YOUR LIBIDO MISSING!!!!!" Usagi bellowed, as she had never bellowed before, she was like a volcano spewing red, steaming lava: hot and furious.
Too bad she had forgotten to watch her decibels, for she had involuntarily woken up the household once more.
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Wheeee!!!!! Another chapter finished!!!! ::Dances around happily, doing the salsa:: At least. . . I think I'm doing the salsa. ::Scratches head, then shrugs:: Oh, well! ^_^ I hope this chapter satisfied your hunger for more Usagi/Mamoru interaction. Lots of sexual tension, no? Hmmm, if not. . . I'll make sure to heighten it for the next upcoming chapters. Just let me know, what you guys think, k? I'm open for suggestions!!! ^_~ The readers are always right! Well, except for the few who just flame and not give any constructive criticism, lol.
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Chapter 4: Will this NIGHT ever END????????????????????
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Never was Shingo frightened in all his life!!!
He was trying to calm his breathing. After all, he did run a mile from his house, being pursued by a blond psychopath. . . who _happened_ to be his _sister_!
Shingo shivered. 'Who needs the Boogey-man when you've got her living under your roof?'
He looked down from his hiding spot, searching for any signs of danger approaching. Underneath his terrified exterior, Shingo felt a spark of satisfaction grow within him.
There was no way she would find him way up here! And even if Usagi did find him, she wouldn't dare try to climb up this tree. Shingo smirked. 'She's too much of a klutz and crybaby to do it.'
Shingo's feelings of victory came to an abrupt halt when an eerily familiar voice called out, the silence of the park shattered like glass breaking as a result of an opera singer on crack.
"Chhhiibaaaaaaa? Come out, come out, wherever you aaarrrrrrrrre!" Usagi sang shrilly, as her hips swayed in that slow, nonchalant attitude that was usually reserved for villains in horror movies who took sick pleasure in stalking their prey.
Shingo's heart sped up. She was here! Kami-sama have mercy on him! While he began to mutter prayers, another thought occurred to him: did she just call him Chiba? No, no that couldn't be right. Maybe she wasn't after him anymore? Just maybe, along the way she bumped into her nemesis, fought, and then chased him instead?
As Shingo was pondering on what to believe, down below a blonde odango was gradually nearing her brother's hiding place.
Usagi was itching to find that annoying baka and do what she had wanted to do this afternoon. . . choke him! That's right! She wanted to choke him till his face turned purple, his head explodes like a piñata, and after that, feed his remains to the pigeons.
'I'm sure they'll be thrilled!' Her eyes were filled with psychotic glee and cackled like a mad scientist.
Then she stopped in her tracks. It finally dawned on her that she was thinking like those people strapped up in metal jackets in a place where the authorities would put them away under lock and key. Before she knew it, she could wake up one day and think she was a bird, flapping her arms and try numerous attempts to fly from the roof of her house.
Usagi started to hyperventilate and hop from one foot to the other. What is she going to do? WHAT is she going to DO??? In her agitated state, she began to run around the trunk of a tree, not knowing what else she could do to relieve her panic. What the hell is she starting to become? 'It's _those_ dreams!!! Aaaarrrgggggh!!! This is Mamoru-baka's fault!'
She ceased running when she realized that she had nothing to worry about. This was only a dream. She was _still_ dreaming! It's not like this was real life. In dreams, people think and do the weirdest things that aren't considered to be normal. This wasn't the case!
Usagi nodded in agreement with her logic. In dreams, you can do whatever you damn well please. She perked up. What she wanted to do was to choke Mamoru-baka. . . oh but then it couldn't hurt to run her hands through his inky black hair and taste the saltiness of his skin and. . .
She gasped, eyes widening in horror. No! She didn't mean that!!! She whacked herself in the head a couple of times in hopes to get rid of those nasty thoughts out of her head.
"I _knew_ it!!! You _have_ been bashing your head! No wonder your brain cells have dropped below zero!" A taunting voice said.
'Huh? Where did that voice come from?' Usagi looked around her but she didn't see anyone.
"Up here! Or are you too deaf not to know where the direction of my voice is coming from?!"
Usagi looked up to see her brother sitting on a tree branch. She frowned when his words clicked. In indignation, she replied, "I'm not deaf baka! How dare you insult me!!!"
Shingo snorted. "I'm your brother, I have every right to!"
"You," she gritted out, "are not _my_ brother!"
Shingo was stunned, speechless more like it. Is that what she thought of him? Was he really that bad? He felt guilt, but most of all hurt. His heart squeezed as the emotions swirled inside of him. He swallowed when he felt his throat constrict. Oh no. . . he wasn't going to cry! Not in front of her!!!
Usagi continued on with her rant, "You won't fool me this time! I know who you are!!!" Then she said in disdain, "Mamoru-baka!!!"
Shingo blinked, bewildered. Was she still talking to him? He observed his surroundings, checking to see if her nemesis was lurking about. Nope, not hiding in the bushes. Nope, not standing below him. Nope, not perched on one of the trees. Nope, not. . . Kami-sama!!!!!! His sister thinks _he's_ Mamoru??????
It was ridiculous. All this time, she chased after him thinking he was Mamoru??? He couldn't help it. He burst out laughing; laughed so hard his sides started to hurt. His sister was an odd one alright! It may be even possible that she was delusional.
"You think. . . HA HA HA. . . that I'm. . . HA HA HA. . . Ma-Ma-Ma. . . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MAMORU??????" Tears were streaming down his cheeks; his arms were wrapped tightly around his stomach.
Usagi growled. 'Who does he think he is? Laughing at me like that?!?!?!?!?' An idea popped into her head just then. This was a dream, right? She could do whatever she wanted. She was the one in control!
She closed her eyes, tongue peaking out of the side of her mouth. 'Concentrate. . . concentrate and picture a big, mean, ferocious Tyrannosaurus Rex charging through the park and tearing through Mamoru-baka's flesh.' She was the semblance of concentration. She was the epitome of being in control. She was. . .
"Constipated."
'What was THAT?' Usagi's eyes snapped open, only to see her fellow Senshi standing before her with varying expressions of worry, amusement, bafflement, and. . . anger.
"That's what you look like," said the voice from before, "constipated."
"Hey!!!" Usagi exclaimed, offended. "What's your problem Pyro???????"
The Senshi of Fire's eyes blazed. "My problem? My PROBLEM??? I'll tell you what's my problem!!!!!"
"Mars," Mercury intervened, hoping her voice would soothe her temper, "don't start a fight."
Mars didn't heed her advice nor acknowledge her presence. The one thing that held her attention right then and there was the 'spaghetti for brains' standing right before her. "Do you realize what hour of the morning it is!? Do you know how long it took us to find you? Do you _know_ how worried we all were about you when Luna contacted us???!!! We weren't sure if you were held hostage, held at gunpoint, or worse! Kidnapped by the Negaverse!!!" Mars ranted, breathing heavily.
Usagi stood there wondering: 'why am I always getting yelled at or made fun of in my dreams?' She pouted. 'It's not fair!!!'
Usagi crossed her arms over her chest, still pouting. "I don't like this dream. I want to wake up now."
Mars narrowed her eyes. "Dream? What dream? That's not funny Odango Atama!!!" she fumed.
The blonde girl tilted her head, frowning. "What do you mean? Are you saying this isn't a dream?"
Mars smacked a hand to her forehead. "Of course this isn't!!!!!!! Here! Let me prove it to you!" She stormed right up to Usagi and pinched the girl's arm. HARD.
Usagi shrieked like a banshee from the unexpected pain to shoot up through her arm. Her lips began to tremble and then wailed: "Why are you soooooooo _mean_ to me MARS???" She rubbed her arm, trying to ease the pain.
"That was harsh Mars," Jupiter commented, rushing to comfort the poor girl.
"Jupiter's right Mars," Mercury said disapprovingly.
"Yeah," Venus piped in.
"What did I do?" Mars demanded, hands on her hips. "She thought she was dreaming and I helped her out!"
All three of the Senshi just shook their heads and sighed. That was Mars alright. It would take a miracle for her to apologize. And that was very rare.
However, now that Mars's boisterous voice was down to a normal level and Usagi's wails had quieted down to sniffles, they could hear the guffaws coming from above them. It amazed the Senshi they hadn't notice the boy perched up on the tree. Though, it shouldn't have since Rei's bellows and Usagi's wails is quite legendary in these parts.
"Uhhhh Usagi?" Venus asked, sweat dropping. "What's your brother doing up there?"
Blushing, Usagi replied, "I woke up screaming from a nightmare I had, then my parents and brother came in. Shingo made fun of me. He got me angry, so I ended up chasing him out of the house." It was the truth--- sort of. There was no way she was going to tell them that she had thought it was another dream where Mamoru-baka took over the face of the object she set her sights on.
They'd say she was insane.
Not that she was, mind you.
Jupiter eyed Shingo warily. "It looks like he's going to tip over that branch any minute now." As she said it, that's exactly what happened. Shingo tipped over, HEE-HAWING away.
THUMP!
Jupiter had caught him just before he hit the ground. The girls sighed in relief. Shingo didn't even notice, too busy laughing at his sister.
Mars turned to Usagi. "Why is he laughing so much?"
"Don't ask. All I want to do is to go home and get some sleep," she replied wearily, as to prove her point, she yawned.
They all nodded in agreement and gave collective yawns. They began to make their way to Usagi's house to assure to Usagi and her brother's safety.
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Tsukino's home. . .
Kenji and Ikuko had ran after their children for two blocks until they felt their bones creaking in protest. They hadn't realized how bent out of shape they were. It just goes to show what age can do to a person.
"We should have taken the car," Kenji commented to his wife, as they sat side by side on the couch, panting.
Fanning her face, she nodded, too tired to add anything to her husband's statement. Sure enough, when the doorbell rang, she was out of the couch in a split second, having found the strength to move where it's her children that's concerned. Kenji was right behind her.
Opening the door, they saw their daughter and their son who had a silly grin on his face as if he were trying to prevent himself from breaking into hysterics.
"Hi Mom, Dad," Usagi greeted. Then before Usagi could blink an eye, she found herself in her mother's embrace.
"Oh Usagi! We were so worried about you." Then Ikuko went to give her son a hug. "And you too Shingo!"
When she pulled away from her son, she gave her children a stern glare. "Don't you two go running out into the night ever again! Your father and I have been worried sick over your safety! Who knows what could have happened to the both of you!"
Shingo pointed at his sister accusingly. "It's her fault! She's the one who scared me!"
Ikuko shook her head. "I don't care. You are in much fault as your sister. Now, I want the both of you to march up those stairs and get into bed! We'll talk about your punishment tomorrow!"
They groaned but held their tongues and did as they were told.
As they watched their children climb up the stairs, Kenji turned to Ikuko. "You have to agree with Shingo though. Usagi looked pretty scary back there. Do you know what's the matter with her?"
Ikuko sighed. "We'll talk about that tomorrow," she said reluctantly.
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Usagi leaned against her door, not having the strength to enter her room just yet. 'How can everything go wrong all in one day? And all because of some measly dreams???!!!' She thought in irritation. If those dreams were so measly, why did they bother her so much?
'Maybe there is some truth to them,' her conscience whispered, 'you might just have feelings for that annoying baka after all.'
Usagi was shocked to hear her conscience say that. 'That's not true!!! It can't be!!!' She shook her head. 'I'm just tired. I'll feel better in the morning.'
Straightening her spine, shoulders back, she opened her bedroom door, entered, then turned on the lights. Imagine her surprise in seeing the familiar form of a bare chested Mamoru sleeping on her bed. Chained up to her bed no less!!!!!!
Though, Usagi didn't panic right away. After all, she must be hallucinating. That's right. Now, she was going to turn off the lights. Good. She was going to turn around and walk out the door. Very good. She was going to close the door. Excellent. Now, she'll slowly open her door with eyes closed, enter her room and turn on the switch only to see that her mind had been playing tricks on her. Perfect. Then open her eyes.
Not perfect.
She could feel her panic start to rise. This. Was. Not. Good. She swallowed, staring wide eyed at her nemesis. Why oh why was this happening to her??? 'Someone up there must really hate me!!!' Usagi thought, getting fed up with the predicament that she now found herself in.
As much as Usagi didn't want to, she found herself moving towards the bed. She just had to make sure if the occupant taking up residence in her room was real or not. When she was standing beside him, she slowly lowered herself onto the mattress, then leaned over to inspect his face.
He looks so handsome. She couldn't stop the thought from surfacing in her mind. Then, as if in a trance, she began to trace his features with her finger tip in a light caress. She started with his eyebrows, feeling the sleek, black thick hairs, trailed down to his aristocratic nose, to the softness of his cheeks, then hesitantly, his lips. The same lips she couldn't bear to tear her eyes away from this afternoon at the Crown Arcade. She didn't realize it at the time, but she was jealous. Jealous that those lips were touching the cup and not on her very own lips. She swallowed. She was doing it again! But right now, her finger had a mind of it's own. Her earlier assumption was right. His lips were smooth and strong to the touch. Then without warning, his lips parted.
Heart pounding, breaths coming in fast, she realized with a start that she ached to kiss him right then and there. She yanked her finger away, scared of what she was beginning to feel. Her eyes moved away from his lips--- only to discover that his eyes were wide-open. . . staring straight at her. It made her feel naked in his eyes, she felt that he could truly look into her soul and in the process he left her scorched. He didn't even touch her, but she could feel the imprint of his eyes on her. She didn't even know it was possible.
Usagi got up from the bed in a flash. His eyes followed her movements with a predatory gleam. Licking his lips, the corner of his lips tilted upwards. "Why'd you stop? I liked the attention I was receiving, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were tempted to kiss me." His eyes darkened with lust. "Am I right?"
If possible, her heart pounded even faster. Then to her horror, she felt herself blush to the roots of her hair. 'Noooooooo!' she groaned, 'not the hated blushes!'
Mamoru chuckled. "You didn't say no. Don't be shy. Why don't you come over here and finish what you started?" He said, voice husky.
His voice made her shiver. But when she heard what he suggested, she got angry. "What are you doing chained to my bed baka?!"
Mamoru blinked, then glanced up to his chained wrists. He yanked on them slowly, hearing them clink together, he gave Usagi a sexy grin. "You mean to tell me that you didn't do it yourself?"
She gasped, then waved a fist at him angrily. "HENTAI! No, I didn't chain you to my bed!!!" She seethed. "This isn't funny Mamoru-baka! Now tell me where you put the key!!!"
"Key?" he drawled, raising a brow. "I don't know. You tell me. Of course, the thought of you taking advantage of me is highly appealing."
Flustered, she said, "What. . . umm. . . ahhh. . ." Getting frustrated, she growled. "Hentai! I mean it! Where did you put the key???"
His eyes looked mischievous but when she blinked, the look was gone. "They're in my pocket," he purred.
Usagi gazed at him critically. He was wearing nothing more than his black boxer shorts. She felt herself blush once more but ignored it. She narrowed her eyes. "You don't have any pockets!!!" she pointed out.
A flirtatious grin made its way on Mamoru's face. "How else am I going to describe it?"
His meaning cuts across like sheer crystal. Usagi may be innocent. . . but not that innocent to not know what he was referring to! He had to be bluffing! There is no way the key was hanging. . . umm uh. . . in his boxer shorts!!!
Usagi glared. "Liar! The key is not in your boxer shorts!!!"
Mamoru shrugged. Well, as best as a person can do while being chained to a bed. "Well, then I guess you'll never know."
Unconsciously, Usagi nibbled on her lip. She was in between a hard rock and a hard place. Literally! Her features twisted in disgust. 'Wait a minute. . . that doesn't sound right!!! Aaaarrrrgggh! Look what that baka is turning me into! Ugh, I swear he is affecting my mental health as we speak!!!!!'
Sighing, she said, "Look. Whatever game you're playing could seriously get me into trouble with my parents. And my Dad. . . you wouldn't want him to catch you in here. He's very protective of me and has a shotgun that he would gladly use if he finds out you've been harassing me. So, for your safety I suggest you leave." Inside, Usagi was beaming. She sounded so mature and logical! Ami would be proud. Take that Rei!!!
Sadly, in Usagi's greatest moment of maturity, would be ignored seeing as how Usagi nibbling her lips throughout her little speech had distracted Mamoru.
Waiting for a response, Usagi crossed her arms.
And waited. . .
She tapped her foot.
And waited. . .
She glanced at her alarm clock on her bedside table.
And waited. . .
Oh, look! There's a cobweb over there!
And waited. . .
She squinted. Is that a fly struggling? Oh no. . . wait. . . a spider just ate it.
And wait---
"Are YOU going to SAY anything?!?!?!?!?!?" Usagi practically screamed, not having a scrap of patience left to wait anymore.
Eyes drifting away from her lips, Mamoru replied, "Yes."
'Stay calm Usagi. . . _breathe_ Usagi. . .' "And that is. . ." she stressed out.
Mamoru smiled innocently. "If you come a little closer, I'll tell you." He waggled his eyebrows.
Usagi was skeptical. "Why? I can hear you just fine from where I'm standing."
Mamoru shrugged. "Then I won't tell you."
'Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggggh! He's _soooo_ frustrating!!!!!' Pursing her lips, she retorted, "Fine."
Usagi took two steps forward.
"Closer," Mamoru encouraged.
Another two steps.
"Much closer."
She took another two, now standing beside the foot of the bed.
"Take two more steps toward me."
She did as she was told.
Mamoru's eyes glinted with pleasure. If anyone could see his expression, it would instantly remind them of a predator who had its prey right where it wanted them before it went in for the kill. "Gotcha," he growled. Before Usagi could react, Mamoru's legs swung around her waist and pulled her towards him.
Squealing, Usagi's face landed on his bare chest. For awhile, Usagi laid on top of him, completely still. Before she knew it, she could hear herself murmuring in her mind, 'Ooooh, it's so warm. . . and he smells _so_ good.' She gasped. 'Eeep! No he doesn't!!!!!!!' She started to struggle against Mamoru. If possible, his thighs tightened around her even more.
"Let go of me you creep!!!" She lifted her head to glower at him.
Mamoru cocked a brow. "Or you'll what?"
"I'll scream!!!! That's what!" Usagi exclaimed furiously.
With a sensual smile, he retorted, "What makes you think they'll believe you?"
Shocked, she stuttered, "Wh-what? Wh-why wouldn't they???"
His legs squeezed her. "For one, you're on top of me."
She gulped. "But. . . but you forced me!"
"I'll tell them I'm your boyfriend," he stated possessively, "besides. . . you belong to me." His eyes flashed in conviction.
Usagi's throat went dry, out of instinct she licked her parched lips.
Mamoru's eyes darkened to a stormy blue when he saw her tongue flick out of her mouth to wet her lips. He could feel himself growing hotter and the feel of Usagi's body wasn't going to cool down his temperature anytime soon. What he wanted to do was to get these blasted cuffs off of him, flip her over onto her back, and memorize the map of her body with his hands. He was beginning to dislike these handcuffs _very_ much.
Usagi didn't seem to notice Mamoru's growing desire for her. "What makes _you_ think that my parents are going to take your word over mine?"
"The answer should be obvious. I'm handcuffed to your bed after all."
Usagi could feel her ire rise. "Look here baka! I don't care what you say! If you don't let me go right now, I'll scream!!!" Then, as an afterthought, she added, "And I DON'T BELONG TO YOU!"
Releasing one of his legs, he slowly ran his foot up and down her legs.
Usagi took a deep breath. Whatever she had been expecting for Mamoru to do next. . . she wasn't expecting that!
"I was wondering," he began nonchalantly.
She raised a brow, silently asking him to continue.
His foot moves close to her buttocks. ". . . if you could discard these pajama bottoms--- they're such a nuisance. It would be much better for the both of us to be touching skin to skin. It'll heighten our pleasure. Don't you agree?" He gave her a seductive smirk.
Usagi had been gaping at him the whole time he had made his proposal. Was he _mad_? What did he take her for??? She didn't know how to react, so she reacted the only way she knew how. "HENTAI!!! I'M NOT YOUR PLAYTHING!!! NOW LET ME GO BEFORE YOU FIND YOUR LIBIDO MISSING!!!!!" Usagi bellowed, as she had never bellowed before, she was like a volcano spewing red, steaming lava: hot and furious.
Too bad she had forgotten to watch her decibels, for she had involuntarily woken up the household once more.
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Wheeee!!!!! Another chapter finished!!!! ::Dances around happily, doing the salsa:: At least. . . I think I'm doing the salsa. ::Scratches head, then shrugs:: Oh, well! ^_^ I hope this chapter satisfied your hunger for more Usagi/Mamoru interaction. Lots of sexual tension, no? Hmmm, if not. . . I'll make sure to heighten it for the next upcoming chapters. Just let me know, what you guys think, k? I'm open for suggestions!!! ^_~ The readers are always right! Well, except for the few who just flame and not give any constructive criticism, lol.
Chow!!! =^_^=