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just a little reminder to all the lovers and the lawyers: I don't own Sailor Moon.
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He watched her through emotion colored eyes. Her hand fell off the glass and she stared at her reflection as the night time scene below reduced to a blurry image. Eyes watery from uncertainty, she continued to stare out the tinted pane. Just a few moments ago, he reminded her of her hairdo, completely forgetting of his vow of nevermore saying the unfavorable nickname, "Meatballhead."
The elevator stopped not too long ago. They were both late for their classes.
"…" Silence was never Usagi's forte, but they were being so different towards each other and it made her feel funny.
Because he meant everything he said.
They were actually confiding in each other. Of course, who wouldn't want to tell a few deep moments and secrets in life while stuck in an elevator with someone for three hours? Besides, Mamoru did need to open up a bit more.
"You've been quiet for awhile, Usagi…"
She wondered it appropriate to blush while looking at him through the corner of her eye. He was young and handsome, but she was proud. However, she worried about the attractive male standing next to her. He did not tell her of his bitter childhood, but only implied of the loneliness embedded in his soul. Turning to him as he took a seat against the break of the elevator door, she looked at it longingly, willing the metallic prison to open.
"They… My parents died in a car crash when I was young."
The back up lights above the roof of the elevator did no justice to the shadow over the downcast Mamoru's eyes. As if he would look up anyways. Usagi just angled her head to a slight degree of wonderment. Surprise surely surged through her heart as she slowly kneeled in front of him to be at potential eye level. If only he looked up.
"I was the only survivor. Woke up in the hospital all bandaged up…I'm not even sure if my name is Mamoru," eyelids consumed in the shadows of dark hair closed and Mamoru leaned his head against the doors, looking as if in remembrance.
Usagi didn't move, didn't reach out to him and didn't say a word.
"The doctors said I would recover, and as soon as they traced relatives the quicker I'd find lost memories…but, no one was found to claim me. No one was looking for me."
His eyes opened slowly and he sat up right.
"I never remembered."
Looking straight into Usagi's blue orbs she felt a fleet of quick pain play in her chest. Her fingers tingled as a sign of emotional stress and pain and she looked right back into Mamoru's strong eyes. They held no signs of tears or anguish. Only blue.
Silver hair slid across the ground slightly as Usagi's slender figure moved closer to the being before her. He watched her with steady breaths as she just strengthened their locked gaze at each other, faces and bodies getting closer. Not too close, however, but Mamoru felt warm.
"Is that why you act so indifferent and free?"
"What?"
Usagi's face did not break out into her usual grin when befuddling Mamoru's good sensed mind, rather, her expression hardly conveyed any amusement or triumph. Her eyes were compassioned with empathy and seriousness.
"Mamoru," her pink, shady lips let out sincerely. It was just his name, but the power of the will behind the voice gave him a considerable respect to Usagi…for the moment.
"You can't expect such an understanding person like me to not realize now, above all moments, how sheltered your strong heart is."
A smile sketched the corner of her lips.
"Do you want me to say 'I'm sorry?' I know sympathetic pity is the last thing you would want from me. From anyone," round eyes squinted into a delightfully cute expression of thought as Usagi stared up a bit, "I highly doubt an 'It's gonna be ok' will do…you're not over it, yet I can still call you strong, but I doubt you'd really care."
Mamoru opened his mouth to say something, but what was there to say? Usagi grinned this time.
"You are strong, but if I knew you back then I'm sure you would of hated me for calling you that…"
"I disregarded any comments."
"Huh.." breathed Usagi selflessly.
"'I'm sorry's'…I didn't bear those. I couldn't even remember what I lost," Mamoru's strong jaws clenched as he talked, "All I felt was emptiness, how could people call me strong when I never even moved on? Everything was so messed up back then."
"No doubt about that. It must be hard not knowing who you are…" Usagi said as Mamoru stood up only to look out the window wall of the elevator. She quickly imitated his actions and stood by him.
As she once again looked at him with the corner of her eyes. Mamoru's striking smile let loose on his features as he stared back, still facing the window.
"I get close sometimes," was his effortless reply. That time, Usagi blushed.
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Mamoru opened his eyes. That was a few years ago when everyone was still in college and somewhat carefree. Who knew Usagi was such a compassionate person even way back when? He never really told anyone else but Motoki, not even Rei, whom he was dating at the time. He felt so relieved to tell someone else about his troubles, especially Usagi. She never really even tried to comfort him…just talked. He supposed if it were anyone else they would try their best to make him feel better.
Mamoru closed his eyes and saw her grinning form. She did not even have to try. He frowned as he remembered she wore an old uniform for some high school program or something. Not really quite recalling why, but he wanted to laugh at the memory of teasing her as they entered their university's elevator for their newest building. Blue eyes frowned at him as he said Usagi might as well go back to junior high while seeing her in such a childish uniform. She was immature enough, afterall.
"But…she was the total opposite that day," mumbled Mamoru as he shook off his stationed position in a chair. He should have left the studio long ago, but the past once again overtook him. He still wondered how much of their lives were played out into Sailor Moon. It was weird how much they let their personal affairs get out so easily. It was not as if anyone really knew or understood, but still.
"I wonder how we got ourselves into this…"
To be honest, he highly doubted anyone remembered when and why they gave out such information for a storyline. The day Mamoru found out Usagi was the little girl at the hospital was a mystery to him. It played a major role in the whole "destiny" message the producers and writers just love to give out. It disturbed him sometimes to think about how the girl was so connected to him when he hardly let strings get attached back when. Mamoru rubbed at his stiff neck as he grabbed his jacket and began towards the employee parking lot.
He would never forget her understanding of his pain.
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"Kiyoshi," her eyes were rimmed like a glass as she stared at him. He was quiet.
She drove two hours straight from the studio just to get to him and he did not even look at her. She needed him. Her security was turning away slowly and she wondered of her importance while regretting her actions. She was drunk over the last person she wished to think of for various reasons and could have possibly ruined a beautiful thing. Quickly Usagi caught herself from biting her lip as she wringed at her shirt while forcing the urge to scream down.
"Are you going to say anything? Please," she paused slightly, "at least look at me."
He looked up.
"I'm sorry, Kiyoshi."
"Usagi, I know that wasn't really you last night. But, it worried me…you let Mamoru, someone you swear you can't stand outside of work get to you once again. I really…I don't know what to think of it anymore. You love me, I know. I love you, too, Usagi."
Usagi's eyes widened slightly, almost unnoticeably as her head slowly tilted. Her eyes concentrated on Kiyoshi's more.
"I do love you. That wasn't me. And, I really can't say anything else but sorry… There are no excuses for me to fish for, cleaned and handed to you. But, I…"
She stared at him intently.
"Kiyoshi…I just don't want to lose you over something like this."
Slowly her slightly shaking hand made contact with his mild cheek. His eyes widened a bit more and he placed a hand over hers. She caressed his skin gently as he forgave her silently. She gently urged his chin up to meet her eyes.
"I love you," blue eyes sincerely admitted truth to Usagi's words.
"I love you, too," was Kiyoshi's simple reply and he found warm, soft lips on his own. He slowly gave in to her loving gesture, unable to deny her and he closed his eyes softly.
All the while Usagi felt like crying. Her eyes were wide open as she continued the soft kiss, all the while thinking of where her love's sight was directed. In the short time she was there, he never looked at her in the eye once.
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piss out and nadja trips out :)
just a little reminder to all the lovers and the lawyers: I don't own Sailor Moon.
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He watched her through emotion colored eyes. Her hand fell off the glass and she stared at her reflection as the night time scene below reduced to a blurry image. Eyes watery from uncertainty, she continued to stare out the tinted pane. Just a few moments ago, he reminded her of her hairdo, completely forgetting of his vow of nevermore saying the unfavorable nickname, "Meatballhead."
The elevator stopped not too long ago. They were both late for their classes.
"…" Silence was never Usagi's forte, but they were being so different towards each other and it made her feel funny.
Because he meant everything he said.
They were actually confiding in each other. Of course, who wouldn't want to tell a few deep moments and secrets in life while stuck in an elevator with someone for three hours? Besides, Mamoru did need to open up a bit more.
"You've been quiet for awhile, Usagi…"
She wondered it appropriate to blush while looking at him through the corner of her eye. He was young and handsome, but she was proud. However, she worried about the attractive male standing next to her. He did not tell her of his bitter childhood, but only implied of the loneliness embedded in his soul. Turning to him as he took a seat against the break of the elevator door, she looked at it longingly, willing the metallic prison to open.
"They… My parents died in a car crash when I was young."
The back up lights above the roof of the elevator did no justice to the shadow over the downcast Mamoru's eyes. As if he would look up anyways. Usagi just angled her head to a slight degree of wonderment. Surprise surely surged through her heart as she slowly kneeled in front of him to be at potential eye level. If only he looked up.
"I was the only survivor. Woke up in the hospital all bandaged up…I'm not even sure if my name is Mamoru," eyelids consumed in the shadows of dark hair closed and Mamoru leaned his head against the doors, looking as if in remembrance.
Usagi didn't move, didn't reach out to him and didn't say a word.
"The doctors said I would recover, and as soon as they traced relatives the quicker I'd find lost memories…but, no one was found to claim me. No one was looking for me."
His eyes opened slowly and he sat up right.
"I never remembered."
Looking straight into Usagi's blue orbs she felt a fleet of quick pain play in her chest. Her fingers tingled as a sign of emotional stress and pain and she looked right back into Mamoru's strong eyes. They held no signs of tears or anguish. Only blue.
Silver hair slid across the ground slightly as Usagi's slender figure moved closer to the being before her. He watched her with steady breaths as she just strengthened their locked gaze at each other, faces and bodies getting closer. Not too close, however, but Mamoru felt warm.
"Is that why you act so indifferent and free?"
"What?"
Usagi's face did not break out into her usual grin when befuddling Mamoru's good sensed mind, rather, her expression hardly conveyed any amusement or triumph. Her eyes were compassioned with empathy and seriousness.
"Mamoru," her pink, shady lips let out sincerely. It was just his name, but the power of the will behind the voice gave him a considerable respect to Usagi…for the moment.
"You can't expect such an understanding person like me to not realize now, above all moments, how sheltered your strong heart is."
A smile sketched the corner of her lips.
"Do you want me to say 'I'm sorry?' I know sympathetic pity is the last thing you would want from me. From anyone," round eyes squinted into a delightfully cute expression of thought as Usagi stared up a bit, "I highly doubt an 'It's gonna be ok' will do…you're not over it, yet I can still call you strong, but I doubt you'd really care."
Mamoru opened his mouth to say something, but what was there to say? Usagi grinned this time.
"You are strong, but if I knew you back then I'm sure you would of hated me for calling you that…"
"I disregarded any comments."
"Huh.." breathed Usagi selflessly.
"'I'm sorry's'…I didn't bear those. I couldn't even remember what I lost," Mamoru's strong jaws clenched as he talked, "All I felt was emptiness, how could people call me strong when I never even moved on? Everything was so messed up back then."
"No doubt about that. It must be hard not knowing who you are…" Usagi said as Mamoru stood up only to look out the window wall of the elevator. She quickly imitated his actions and stood by him.
As she once again looked at him with the corner of her eyes. Mamoru's striking smile let loose on his features as he stared back, still facing the window.
"I get close sometimes," was his effortless reply. That time, Usagi blushed.
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Mamoru opened his eyes. That was a few years ago when everyone was still in college and somewhat carefree. Who knew Usagi was such a compassionate person even way back when? He never really told anyone else but Motoki, not even Rei, whom he was dating at the time. He felt so relieved to tell someone else about his troubles, especially Usagi. She never really even tried to comfort him…just talked. He supposed if it were anyone else they would try their best to make him feel better.
Mamoru closed his eyes and saw her grinning form. She did not even have to try. He frowned as he remembered she wore an old uniform for some high school program or something. Not really quite recalling why, but he wanted to laugh at the memory of teasing her as they entered their university's elevator for their newest building. Blue eyes frowned at him as he said Usagi might as well go back to junior high while seeing her in such a childish uniform. She was immature enough, afterall.
"But…she was the total opposite that day," mumbled Mamoru as he shook off his stationed position in a chair. He should have left the studio long ago, but the past once again overtook him. He still wondered how much of their lives were played out into Sailor Moon. It was weird how much they let their personal affairs get out so easily. It was not as if anyone really knew or understood, but still.
"I wonder how we got ourselves into this…"
To be honest, he highly doubted anyone remembered when and why they gave out such information for a storyline. The day Mamoru found out Usagi was the little girl at the hospital was a mystery to him. It played a major role in the whole "destiny" message the producers and writers just love to give out. It disturbed him sometimes to think about how the girl was so connected to him when he hardly let strings get attached back when. Mamoru rubbed at his stiff neck as he grabbed his jacket and began towards the employee parking lot.
He would never forget her understanding of his pain.
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"Kiyoshi," her eyes were rimmed like a glass as she stared at him. He was quiet.
She drove two hours straight from the studio just to get to him and he did not even look at her. She needed him. Her security was turning away slowly and she wondered of her importance while regretting her actions. She was drunk over the last person she wished to think of for various reasons and could have possibly ruined a beautiful thing. Quickly Usagi caught herself from biting her lip as she wringed at her shirt while forcing the urge to scream down.
"Are you going to say anything? Please," she paused slightly, "at least look at me."
He looked up.
"I'm sorry, Kiyoshi."
"Usagi, I know that wasn't really you last night. But, it worried me…you let Mamoru, someone you swear you can't stand outside of work get to you once again. I really…I don't know what to think of it anymore. You love me, I know. I love you, too, Usagi."
Usagi's eyes widened slightly, almost unnoticeably as her head slowly tilted. Her eyes concentrated on Kiyoshi's more.
"I do love you. That wasn't me. And, I really can't say anything else but sorry… There are no excuses for me to fish for, cleaned and handed to you. But, I…"
She stared at him intently.
"Kiyoshi…I just don't want to lose you over something like this."
Slowly her slightly shaking hand made contact with his mild cheek. His eyes widened a bit more and he placed a hand over hers. She caressed his skin gently as he forgave her silently. She gently urged his chin up to meet her eyes.
"I love you," blue eyes sincerely admitted truth to Usagi's words.
"I love you, too," was Kiyoshi's simple reply and he found warm, soft lips on his own. He slowly gave in to her loving gesture, unable to deny her and he closed his eyes softly.
All the while Usagi felt like crying. Her eyes were wide open as she continued the soft kiss, all the while thinking of where her love's sight was directed. In the short time she was there, he never looked at her in the eye once.
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I'm very happy with this chapter. How about you? I sure hope so! REVIEW! REVIEW!
Thanks for all the reviews, loves. much appreciated!
piss out and nadja trips out :)