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Chapter Six: Usagi's first kiss

Mamoru didn't say a word to Usagi in the elevator down, and nor did he breathe a word to her as they left Akio's apartment building. He grabbed her hand and led her quickly across the street to his apartment complex. Usagi was still very anxious and terrified, but she didn't say anything to Mamoru. On the way up the elevator a few people looked at Usagi soaked and bruising face, and glanced back to Mamoru. Everyone knew him very well and knew that the picture was not what it seemed, she was not bruised because of him.

Usagi kept her eyes to her feet, trying hard not to think about what Akio was doing to her. The feeling of his hands was still on her body, she felt filthy and sick to her stomach.

'How did this all happen?' She asked herself. Tears started to form in her eyes, but the realization that she was with Mamoru calmed her. Being under his protection relaxed her frantic mind. He gestured for her to come inside his apartment after he entered. She didn't hesitate. He slammed the door shut, alarming Usagi as she stepped in. There was an uncomfortable silence.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He shouted pacing back and forth. Usagi looked ashamed. Her face was hurting from all the hits she took and her rip cage was throbbing just as bad.

"How could you be that dumb to go into his apartment like that! A guy you don't know?" His anger was clear from the deep dark expression in his eyes. He was mad. Mad at the fact that Usagi was going to be hurt like that, mad at the fact that she fell for Akio's tricks so easily; mad that he was not there sooner. She stared down to her feet slowly crying.

"No don't you cry, you did this to yourself! You went in there, so don't cry!" He shouted shaking her slightly forcing her to look up at him. Usagi tried to stop, but she was frightened, she didn't need this treatment right now.

"Stop crying! You're the one who let him do this to you!" He shouted again.

"You let him touch you, you let him try to….I warned you! I told you not to go near him and you…" He knew he should stop his crazy shouting, but he was so hurt and upset inside. He wanted to actually slap her for making him feel this way. He didn't want to shake her, he wanted to hug her; but didn't know how or which emotion to act on.

"Stop shouting at me. Please, just stop." Usagi begged in between sobs. She was exhausted. It took all her energy to try to fight off Akio, plus the mental strain. She felt cold and was dripping wet from the rain.

It was a shock when she felt his arms force her into his embrace. She felt his hand lift up her head and all of a sudden she felt his lips on her. Usagi didn't move, she didn't respond; she was in a horrible state of shock. Her eyes were wide open, all her tears exhausted. Mamoru waited, for her to respond to him, but never got the affection back. She stiffened in his arms, trembling violently. Her legs were giving in, her mind went fuzzy; everything felt strange. But in the very back of her head, far away from the panic she felt; there was a certain familiarity, an acceptance. He released her, still holding on to her arms.

"You were so ready to kiss Akio…but it's a horrible shock to you for me to kiss you!" He shouted at her. Nothing was making sense to him. He didn't mean to kiss her, something else took over his mind and next thing he knew he passionately attacked her mouth.

"How could you…?" Usagi's soft voice whispered. The final blow hit her, she wasn't safe even with Mamoru. He stole her first kiss. She was tired from everything she went through today, and finally her legs gave in. Mamoru's eyes widen as he felt her faint in his arms. He caught her in time. Shame filled his mind.

Mamoru was disgusted with himself. She had just gone through this most stressful moment in her life, possibly damaging her senses for life, than he brings her here to yell at her; and than take her first kiss. He collected her in his arms and placed her gently on his black couch. Her body was cold and shivering. She was still very wet from the rain. He knelt down to face her, it was than he noticed all the red and purple blotches patch her soft skin.

What drove him to this point. Why did he blow up on her like that, why did it matter that much to him that she be always safe. Why did he want her first kiss to be from him.

"Ah Mamoru, you're sick." He whispered to himself.

"She's only 14" He was so happy in his busy world. A world where he was always alone. Maybe that's why he always fought with Usagi. She was his escape from his dark world. She was giving him company everyday without intention. But even with this dreadful feeling swallowing his mind, he felt no regret in kissing her. Yet it was his kiss that obviously drove her past the breaking point.

His apartment was darkening; all his furniture seemed to lurk in the shadows. Nothing had color, everything was bland, dark and depressing.

Usagi was shivering, her cold wet clothes clung on to her. He sighed angrily as he noticed her torn blouse. He stood up and left the apartment only to come back a few minutes later with an older woman. She sighed sadly looking down to Usagi's beaten face and her trembling body. Mamoru knelt down beside Usagi and gently moved a strand of hair from her face.

"Higoshi-sama, should I take her to the hospital?" He asked softly. The older woman smiled and patted Usagi on the head.

"No she'll be alright, she just fainted. Why don't you carry her to your bedroom?" She asked picking her bag up again. Mamoru didn't like the idea. The thought of Usagi laying on her bed.

'Ah stop that chiba' He nagged in his mind. He couldn't think of her like that.

"She'll be more comfortable there." Mrs.Higoshi smiled. Mamoru reluctantly picked Usagi's cold body. She moved closer to his chest, almost curling against him. He felt this energy in him, the feeling he had before he rescued Usagi. This need to protect her.

'Am I going insane?' Mamoru questioned. Mrs. Higoshi waited for him in the room. Mamoru laid Usagi carefully and gently as possible on the bed. She clung on to his shirt, not wanting to let go. This reaction confused him. He pulled her hands down and rested them on her stomach. He left the room again without a word. Again he left the apartment, leaning against the door, trying to get a grip of his emotions.

'Why did I kiss her?' He asked himself over and over again. It felt right, he felt like he needed to. That it was the only thing he could do to protect her. Nothing he was feeling made sense. His rubbed his forehead.

"I was just so stressed out that I just lost it on her…and than I kissed her…." He whispered. He used his logic to make sense of the whole situation. He replayed the kiss over and over in his mind. It was so cold, and forceful, there was no passion; no love.

'But it was warm…' he thought. He shook his head. He put a hand in the pocket of his light blue pants, and rubbed his chest with the other. His was rather drenched in rain as well.

"Okay Mamoru you can come in now." Mrs. Higoshi allowed Mamoru back into his apartment. She noticed how exhausted he looked, almost pale.

"Mamoru, now you don't have to tell me anything. But I would like to know what happened to that girl." She asked politely watching his surprise as he sat on the smaller couch.

"She was attacked by a guy. I warned her about him, but she didn't listen and went to his apartment. I don't know why she went but something in me told me that I had to go over there." He sighed pausing as he looked out to the brooding sky and the terrible rainfall.

"I got there in time, but she had taken a lot of beating…." He leaned his head back trying to relax as the guilt slowly crept up his body. Mrs. Hisgoshi smiled.

"Mamoru, that was a very good thing you did. You saved her. She will be very grateful." She smiled again. Mamoru adjusted in his seat. He looked blankly at the wall knowing that he had to finish the story.

"I was mad. I was mad that she went there. That she put herself at risk like that. I yelled at her a lot, even thought about hitting her. " Mrs. Higoshi started to wonder where this was going now that he was adding more to the story.

"I got so mad that, I just….kissed her." Mrs. Higoshi looked a bit surprised but not as much as she should have been. Mamoru put his head in his hands trying to hide. She sat down beside him placing a gentle old hand on his.

"Mamoru. Don't be upset with yourself." She began.

"It was her first kiss Higoshi-sama." He felt horrible, why did he have to kiss her; what was going through his mind when he did that. Mrs. Higoshi smiled.

"Mamoru people do things all the time that they can't understand, or they just don't want to. But I know this for sure, you saved that young girl. That awful boy could have really hurt her. Life takes us to different paths Mamoru, sometimes you don't know where, you just have to trust that it will be fine." Her smile was giving him confidence. He smiled back.

"Now I'll be back later with her clothes. Just let her rest, she needs it." She smiled and let herself out. Mamoru looked out the window wondering what exactly Mrs. Higoshi was saying.

Than it made sense. Just like one day he found out that he was Tuxedo Kamen but even being a hero still meant loneliness for him. He was always alone on this path and that's how he liked it. He walked into his room, watching Usagi sleep. She hugged the pillow and the sheets. She was dressed in loose casual clothes and her hair was tied in her trade mark buns. She looked peaceful. But the bruises were started to really show color. He turned around and dug out some clean clothes from his closet. He left and changed in the bathroom. He went into the kitchen and poured himself a nice cold glass of juice. 50 minutes had past, and he was still sitting starring out at the dark world.

"MAMORU HELP!" Usagi's voice screeched. It was like reflex for him to jump up and go running to her side. She was sitting up clutching on to the sheets, breathing heavy.

"It's okay, you just had a bad dream." He said softly walking in front of the bed. Usagi calmed herself and came to her senses, it was than she realized that she was in somebody else's clothes. Embarrassed she pulled up the covers.

"You changed my clothes! You took off my clothes!" She screamed sadly. Her eyes were searching, searching for some kind of relief; something good to happen. Mamoru narrowed his eyes.

"Don't accuse me-" He started.

"Oh you're awake already." Mrs. Higoshi walked in holding on to a bag. Mamoru turned around and left the room shutting the door behind him. He didn't say one word. Mrs. Higoshi smiled at the confused and distraught girl.

"It's okay. I'm Mrs. Higoshi." She smiled. Usagi relaxed a bit.

"I live next door. Mamoru came to me and asked for my help. How are you feeling?" She walked gracefully to her bedside and took a seat. Usagi was relieved; this was the small bit of relaxation she was looking for. Usagi leaned over and buried her head into Mrs. Higoshi's chest and started to cry. She needed this. The old kind woman gently stroked her hair easing her.

"It's okay my dear." Mrs. Higoshi gently pulled her to face her.

"What's your name?" She asked softly.

"Usagi."

"That is a lovely name Usagi-san." Her eyes wrinkled into small arches as she smiled.

"I know what happened. But I want to explain something to you." Usagi wiped her tears and sat up properly.

"You know Mamoru was very worried about you." Usagi down to her hands.

"He wanted to take you to the hospital, but I told him that it would be fine. I changed your clothes, and took care of your bruises, and see I did your laundry too." She smiled. She leaned over a bit to grab Usagi's gaze. Usagi lightly touched her sore face, it was starting to bruise really badly.

"His parents died in a tragic car accident when he was very young, too young to even remember them. And every since than, he has been alone. He is a very serious young man. But he also a very kind and gentle" Usagi looked down to her hands again as Mrs. Higoshi continued.

"He has always been so isolated that when someone like you comes into his world it takes away that loneliness, his routine; he doesn't know how to deal with it. To worry this much for someone, is something he has never had to do before. And today, he was mindlessly worried for you." Mrs. Higoshi stopped. Usagi understood, she felt bad for Mamoru. All those times they fought, she never knew that he had no family.

"He's not a bad person Usagi-san. We all do things that make no sense, but if you look closely it starts to make sense."

"But I just went through … and than he started to scream and than….he….." She didn't want to say it. It almost felt wrong to tattle on Mamoru.

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have gone to Akio-san's place…." Usagi felt like a criminal. She always thought Mamoru was just a big jerk with a big ego, turns out he's alone. Mrs. Higoshi gently patted Usagi's shoulder.

"Usagi-san, don't blame yourself. The important thing is that somebody saved you. Somebody who was worried about your safety." Her smile was really taking a lot of pressure off of Usagi's mind. Her face was still very sore and so was her body.

"Why don't you get changed, I washed your clothes. Here you go." She handed Usagi her torn blouse, bringing back the memory of Akio. She shivered.

"I'm sure that Mamoru will not mind lending you his shirt." And without asking permission, she went to his closet and pulled down a button up blue shirt, and left the room.

"Usagi-san, take it easy." She smiled. Usagi smiled and thanked her. She looked down at the blue shirt, and sighed; feeling safe again.