Thank you, bunnybunny, and cosmicprincesslight18. You were my only reviews. sigh But because I love this story, I will continue…Enjoy, minna!

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon was once mine…I owned her in several past lives, and I will do so in some future ones. But this one, sadly, is a Moon Princess-less life.

The dark shapes swirled slowly into focus, and Chiba Mamorou rejoined the land of the conscious once more.

"Finally! For a second there I thought I'd have to declare you comatose!"

Mamorou groaned, recognizing the voice. "Motoki? What happened to me?"

His vision grew clearer, and he realized he was in a light blue room. Groggily, he sat up and rubbed at his eyes. Motoki sat next to him, obviously trying not to laugh. Mamorou glared.

"What? I'm half dead and you find that funny?"

The sandy-haired young man shook his head. "No, Mamorou, it's just that…Well, Usagi! And…hahaha!" And he collapsed in a fit of laughter. Mamorou fumed silently until he had calmed down.

"Sorry, Mamorou, but when Usagi turned up yesterday at the Crown, dragging your limp body, I was about to freak out! That is, until her friends came in behind her and told me all about your little encounter. You got beat up, by sweet tempered, carefree Usagi? And then you went and got yourself half-mauled by a teenager in a fuku?" And with that, he cracked up again.

Mamorou felt the flush rising in his cheeks, and tried desperately to keep it down. "Listen, Motoki, don't go and tell anyone else this, onegai! If anyone finds out Odango almost murdered me, I'd be ruined!"

Motoki grinned good-naturedly. "Of course not, Mamorou-san! You're just lucky that they didn't give you any visible bruises; otherwise the hottest bachelor in Tokyo would have to resign from his position! Of course, I'm not so sure about your child rearing possibilities, after what Usagi did." (A/N: For Chibiusa's sake, I sure hope not!)

Ignoring him, Mamorou stood and stretched. He felt around his body, and found a few scars and puffy bruises, but nothing horrible. A sense of relief flooded him, and he thanked the gods that being Tuxedo Kamen came with speedier healing processes. A sudden though occurred to him. If he had been unconscious, and Sailor Moon had needed him…?

"Hey, Motoki, how long have I been out?"

The blonde lounged in his chair. "Well, it took me about an hour to push your mangled dead weight to my apartment, and you've been asleep since last night, so maybe eighteen." Mamorou struggled to keep in the anger threatening to rise. Eighteen hours…But surely he would have felt it? With that thought sustaining him, he sighed and turned to put on his shoes. Motoki watched him, his brow suddenly creased with worry.

"Are you sure you can go out? I mean, Usagi can punch, and a sailor senshi…I'm surprised you weren't a pile of ashes when Mars was done with you!"

Mamorou grimaced. "Iie, Motoki, I'm fine. Gomen for the inconvenience, but I've got to go. I'll check in by the Crown later, if I'm up to it."

Motoki stood and let him through the door. As they walked down the hall, a soft smile made it's way across his face. "Hey, Mamorou-san, guess who came to visit you?"

This stopped Mamorou in his tracks. Someone, come to visit him? "Who?"

Motoki opened the door for him. "Your little Odango. She was so worried about you! I swear, if I hadn't shoved her out of the door, she would have stayed her all night. Ja ne, Mamorou-san!" And he shut the door in the man's face before another word could be said.

Mamorou ran a finger through his ebony locks. (A/N: Wouldn't you love to do that minna? sigh some girls have all the luck, eh Usagi-chan?) Why would Odango come and see him? The girl practically stomped on his poor body, and regretted it only after he could barely breath. Then she wanted to spend a whole night away from home, holding his hand. Not that he minded…His thoughts were interrupted as he ran into someone. Something flashed above his head, and without thinking, he made a grab for it. As he drew his arm back, his face lit up slightly. It was a bouquet of roses, all a deep red.

"Aack! Gomen, gomen, I didn't mean to hit you! Maybe Rei and the baka are right, I am klutzy." Mamorou smiled. He knew that voice.

"Oy, Odango! Do you want to pummel me unconscious a second time or what?"

Usagi looked up, and a heated blush rose on her face. She quickly removed the flowers from his grasp. "Ah, baka, I thought you were still asleep!"

Mamorou flashed a quirky grin in her direction, and her blood began to boil.

'Such insolence! Lets beat him up again, Usa, that was fun!'

"Who're the flowers for, Odango?" He saw the cerulean eyes he so often got lost in widen in shock.

'Quick! They're for a sick cousin…a boyfriend…that guy at the Laundromat with the long hair! Say something, anything!'

"They're for you, baka."

'Oh, Gods, I was assigned to a dumb blonde!'

Mamorou's smile vanished, to be replaced by a stunned look. "For-for me?"

Usagi nodded, and lowered her gaze as she held them out. "I, ah, felt sorry for hurting you, and in a way, it was sort of my fault that Mars used you as a punching bag. So, they're kind of I'm sorry flowers. Gomen, Mamorou-san."

He said nothing, taking the flowers and fingering them. When he spoke, his voice was soft. "Do you know what the red rose symbolizes, Usagi?" She shook her head. "They stand for love."

He had to smile as she turned redder then the roses. "I-I didn't know that! I just thought they were really nice, so I brought them, and" her stammering was cut off abruptly as Mamorou kissed her forehead, gently.

"Gee, thanks Odango. You've made me feel a whole lot better."

And he walked way, leaving her kneeling on the street and gasping like a fish out of water.

Later that night

"HE WHAT?" Usagi held the phone away from her ear as a frenzied babbling broke out. "Calm down, Minako! It was a kiss on the forehead, no biggie." She brought the phone closer, and heard a few words.

"500 yen…he made the first move…does that count?"

Usagi sighed. "Mina, you're not making any sense!"

The bubbly blondes voice came on quickly. "I've gotta call Andrew really quick. Talk to you later Usa!" There was a click. Usagi stared at the phone in disgust.

"Yeah, Mina, Ja to you too."

She set the phone down and hugged a pillow to herself. Did Mamorou mean anything by the kiss?

'Girl, all I know is we gots us some action! Uh-hmm for sure!'

But it might have just been a thank you kiss! You know, the sort of thing you give to friends?

'Sure, and second base is something you do with family."

Ah, Kuso! Why does he have to be so confusing? We should have a school, where you have teachers to tell you what guys mean when they do certain things.

'It's not like you pay attention in normal school, why is this going to be any different?'

Before Usagi could say anything, the small (A/N: What color are they? Ah, well, let me make a random pick.) bright pink communicator on her nightstand began to beep quickly. With an exasperated sigh, Usagi picked it up.

"Moon here."

Sailor Mars' steaming face appeared onscreen. "Where are you, Odango? We need you at the park, there's a major youma here!"

Jupiter suddenly grabbed the device from Mars' hands. "Yeah, and when mars tried to burn it, it sent out some fire of it's own! And Mars kept going!"

There was a shriek, and Jupiter seemed to be pulled back. Mercury's face appeared suddenly, still calm. "Please, Usagi-chan, if you can make it, get over here as soon as possible ok?" And the screen went blank.

Usagi held back a giggle as she went over to her window. "Moon Cosmic power!" (A/N: Those are her henshin words for the first season, right? I get so confused around there. Help me out, minna!) Sailor Moon transformed with a blaze of light and butterflies, ending with a smile forced on by the adrenaline rush. She quickly pressed a button on the gadget. "V-babe, youma at the park! Meet me there, ok?"

"Gotcha." Mina's smile was lost as she henshined, and Sailor Moon shut off and pocketed the apparatus. With a whoop, she was out of the window.

What Sailor Moon had never, ever told any of her friends was how she got to the battle. A silly grin plastered itself on her face as she power-jumped from roof to sidewalk, and vice versa. The air rushing against her face seemed to sweep all her worries away. She arrived at the battle just after Venus, and what she saw made her stop in her tracks.

Hai, minna, kill me now. The suspense is killing you, I know. But just to tell you: I've decided to poke around with Mamo-chan's other identity. Giggle Poor, delusional Mamo-chan! We girls can't play nice forever!