A Time to Love

Chapter 2

By the way, and contrary to 'popular belief', I don't own Sailor Moon, either. Damn.

Oh, well, thank you Naoko Takeuchi, for unwittingly allowing me and everyone else to use your people in stories. Tchau.

"Motoki, why did you have to call me?" Mamoru had asked early this morning – more like really late last night, "Just call her parents, take her to a doctor, but I've been working like a dog… I don't have time for this."

"I really don't care about you, Mamoru, I care about Usagi-chan, and I know that you do, too. And you'll see why I called you as soon as you get to the park, Mr. Med Student."

"Motoki! What does that mean? What happened to Usagi?"

"Just get your ass over here, now!" Click; Motoki, calm, pre-med himself, Motoki had hung up on Mamoru.

"Fuck!" Mamoru threw his sweatshirt over his head and raced out in his pajama bottoms, not knowing what he would see when he got to Juuban park.

"Usagi! Usako! Wake up!" Motoki was screaming as he shook the limp blonde.

"Jesus, Motoki, you know better than to shake her, when you don't even know the extent of her injuries. Let me see her… It looks like she has been in at least two major fights in the past few hours. These cuts are scabbed over, but the bruises around her temple and midsection have got to be new," Mamoru's voice became very cool as he inspected Usagi's battered body, "But if you look more closely, it also looks like she is starting to heal the worst damage on her own. Strange, very strange."

"Maybe she can do the same things that you can, Mamoru," Motoki said hopefully.

"Whatever she can do, we need to get her help, and soon. I have no idea as to how bad the head injury really is-"

"Ooohhhh….ughhh…" came from Usagi.

"Look, that right there means that the head injuries aren't bad. Take her back to your place, do your voodoo, and make sure she gets better," Motoki had obviously decided on a plan of action before he had even called Mamoru.

"Why should I take her to my place instead of to her home or the hospital?"

"Because, she is really beaten up, so if you take her to either of those places, you will be arrested first thing. Everyone sees you two together all the time, and they all remember back when you two would fight all the time. The police and doctors will assume that you did this to her. If they arrest you, you will miss exams and more importantly, we won't get a chance to find out who did this to her… just call her parents, remind them that she is sleeping at Naru-chan's, and take care of her," Motoki was furious that Mamoru wasn't seeing the obvious. He just wanted Usagi taken care of, and Mamoru loved her enough to do so, even if he couldn't admit it.

"Okay."

That had been four hours ago. Now, it was eight o'clock on a Saturday morning, and Mamoru was debating as to whether or not he should send Usagi to her half-day classes, or pretend to be her father and call her off sick.

"Forget that. If you call me off sick, they may call my house to ask whom to send the work home with. I'll go, but will you pick me up and walk me home?" Usagi said innocently.

"Okay, little one, but I know that I didn't say that out loud. You are as telepathic as I am. Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Mamoru was outraged, overjoyed, but mostly over-embarrassed.

"Like I told you before, it wouldn't work if I told you about it straight out. I had to wait till you thought something that I could reply to so that I could show you that ability. By the way, I think you are cute, too," Usagi had to giggle at the end, and that giggle was precisely the thing to bring up a thought that Mamoru did not want her to hear.

"What are your parents going to think? Will they have called Naru-chan's parents?"

"Oh, no. For a while now, my parents have just been letting me go – so long as I show up at school, and not at the police box, they don't mind. In fact, you could have told them that I was staying here, and all they would have said would have been 'Get her to school, and if she's pregnant, she's all yours'. They love me, but they have kinda given up hope. Makes some things easier, but now it is just hard to come home to a place where my absence goes unnoticed," she had started out strong, but her voice faltered at the end.

"It's okay, Usako. You can stay here."

Fuck! Where did that come from? Now she's gonna think I wanna get in her pants, noithing else! Well, I do, but not when I can't remember something important and she's all insecure!

"I would like that very much, I think. Maybe my presence will help you to remember sooner. I hope so, that way I can stop feeling so insecure and get into your pants," Usagi ogled him outrageously, "Oh, my head, though. What did I look like when you two found me? I saw myself in the mirror, and I know you did your voodoo, but it still hurts like a bitch, Mamo-chan."

"Watch your language. You picked all of that out of my head? You looked horr—You're gonna be so late! Eat this, here's your bag, it's Saturday, so take some of my clothes cause your uniform is damn near shredded," Mamoru was starting to panic.

"It will be okay. I'm always late. And my parents like you, if only because they think a would-be doctor would take me off their hands well. And by the way, I won't report you… four years is no difference to me. And it may incapacitate you if you aren't careful. Let's go to school!"

"Both of us?"