Okay so I'm back, currently working on a couple of other fanfictions as I type this now lol, so maybe people will get what they want, something new, something different, from me the outsider.

Disclaimers: I do not own Sailor Moon, wish I did but I dont.

The Midnight Run.
Chapter One.


"Oh Rei, you are so wrong, Tuxedo Kamen loves me." Usagi tiredly stated as the black ravened hair priestess stepped off of the subway and on to the platform winking back at Usagi, her purple eyes glowing. Rei forced her giggle down too tired to argue now. A long day of shopping, both girls had took the mall by a storm. From new outfits to socks she had it all scattered about her on the subway cart in the seat next to her. Usagi had spent her allowance on what she saw fit, and that was clothes. The Chocolate Factory was closed for remodeling and she couldn't wait for the grand re-opening.

The young golden blonde haired girl waved back at her, letting her eyelids slide down over her baby blue eyes. She was tired, her body ached from all of the walking and running that they had done in the mall. She sat there fighting sleep as her head bobbed up and down trying to stay up so she wouldn't miss her stop. 'Chocolate.' Her thoughts muttered to her, dozing off as she usually did around this hour. Candy adorned every thing, Usagi was in love, mountains of candy. She was dreaming of candy land. She licked the wall, she bit the mailbox, she even attacked a car.

Mamoru sat there watching Usagi and Rei; he didn't want to talk to his Usako in front of her. Rei would be snaking her arm around him sending him those flirtatious signals that only Rei could muster up for him. Rei stepped off the subway, dark hair swishing with her steps; she pulled her black leather rider jacket around her to ward off the chill, swinging her shopping bags along with her. Mamoru watched her go; too busy pondering about Rei to notice Usagi's mood change. The subway jerked and they were back in motion. Rei was a nice girl just not his type, so much temper but they were too much alike, not enough fun in that. He would have to introduce her to Larry, he was a really nice guy and Larry would really appreciate her. Mamoru usually didn't ride the subway, but it had its perks and one of them was watching Usagi. Just maybe if Aunt Bernice would let him drive the car, but she wouldn't she was teaching him a lesson of what he didn't know but he wouldn't tell her otherwise.

"Tuxedo Kamen." Her soft mutters could be heard by Mamuro down the cart.

'No she didn't, that Odango Atama.' He thought shutting his eyes to stop the burning in his mind laughing at how silly his Usako could be. He had practically watched her the whole ride, wondering would she like him even if she new his alter ego. Just wondering if she would like him for being him, rich, spoiled, and lonely. He took a joy in the fact that she liked something about him other than his constant teasing, but who didn't love the super hero that saved Sailor Moon daily. He fiddled with his key chain, wishing that she was calling his real name, the real him instead of the Mask. He had had a long day, coming from his friend Ken's house who he had furiously studied with.

"Tuxedo Kamen!" Usagi's frightened voice filled the cart, the sense of Sailor Moon in danger caught Mamoru by surprise causing him to transform into his alter ego Tuxedo Kamen. He stood there fully completed in his black cloak floating behind him as if it had a mind of its own, suite freshly placed on his body, and the half white mask covering up half his face embellishing his beautiful features. Ocean blue eyes shinning in the dim cart light. Looking around to make sure they were alone. His senses reeling, thanking the heavens that he and she were alone in the cart. Wondering where the hell a yoma could be attacking now; pausing on Usagi's small form whimpering in her seat, trembling from her nightmare, crowded by shopping bags. Mamoru's thoughts were puzzled, mind racing on his transformation. It had never occurred to him that she was Sailor Moon, that she was the key to his existence.

'Why her?' was his question. Coming to the conclusion that his infatuation with the young blonde had to end or pretty soon he would be writing her Shakespeare type love sonnets on a daily basis. The fact that he was transforming over a nightmare she was having was beyond having a crush mode to something else all together. But Mamoru didn't know; he couldn't know that she was Sailor Moon. He couldn't think now, not now maybe later when he could regain his composer, after he could make sense of his lonely heart.

"Tuxedo Kamen." She whimpered lower than before. Tossing a little from the nightmare playing on her dreams, chocolate turned to blood, she stood there facing Queen Bryl. Usagi wanted the chocolate towers back, the candy cane stairs, the ice cream slopes, she wanted anything but this. She felt Queen Bryl's cold skeleton like fingers grip around her neck, squeezing, her breathing becoming shallow. Fear clenched her heart, as the skeletons she was hiding in her closet came chasing her again, Queen Bryl would never leave her in peace.

'That cry.' He thought trying to process the issue at hand, trying to place it. He picked up her bags putting them into his subspace pocket which already held his physic books. She looked so frightened as he picked her up pulling her small body towards him, her head cradling on his chest. Her small cries ceased as warmness washed over her. Her dreams switched to something more her speed, on the beach with Tuxedo Kamen, she slipped her arms up around his neck. It seemed kind of silly but she didn't care Tuxedo Kamen on the beach with her melting in the sun. The nightmare had ended now she could dream in peace.

"Usagi has a thing for me." He said pushing the button for the cart doors to open. Wanting to pinch him self to make sure that it was real. Oh how he liked her but never had the courage to come clean, never had the strength to do what he had been wanting to do since he met her. She made him happy but at the same time angry, it was always up and down with her. Holding her tightly to him he stepped off walking in to the chilly night air, holding her like she was a bundle of joy, but she was to him. Stars sprinkled the sky, half moon shining leaving the shadows to grow in its glow.

'Lucky it was late. I could've been spotted.' He thought his rationalizing manor kicking back in,

'Why did I transform when Usagi called my name?' Questions ate at him, his mind too preoccupied to make anymore sense of the situation, her sent disorienting his thought process. Usagi shifted in his arms feeling so warm like she was home, like she felt some nights when she would dream of a knight in armor, her knight. Jumping from roof to roof making sure he didn't wake her, he jumped swiftly down the apartment building and walked across to Usagi's house. He would never let her know that he knew where she lived; she would skin him alive if she could. He had followed her one day in a thunder storm, the poor girl looked as if she was going to pass out any second, but she made it home a wet mess, he had heard her mother fussing over the trail of mud she left on the floor.

So there he stood on her porch with little light to see only from the ominous glow from the moon and small butterfly light lamp shinning on the porch next to the dark oak wood door. He had never made it this far before, to actually standing on her front porch with her in his arms.

'Funny how the tables turn.'

He had spent half his study session daydreaming of things like this, of the possibilities but in every last one of them he was Mamoru, not Tuxedo Kamen. He stopped to stare at her snuggled next to him, peacefully sleeping.

'Usako.' He thought his lips soundlessly moving smelling her sent, a sent that he had known by heart now, cherries and chocolate. This was his first time holding her longer than a minute, he caught site of what was digging in his chest, the beautiful golden broach that sat on hers. He had never taken the time to study the details before. So she was a Sailor Moon fan, with the half moon on hers, she must have paid a pretty penny to have hers done so well. He felt her playing with his hair at the nape of his neck, her fingers splaying through his hair; she really was comfortable in his arms.

'Usagi.' He thought a smile spreading across his face, touching his lonely heart eating into the emptiness he once felt, quenching its thirst just a little. Her name seemed so pure to him, the urge to say it stuck in his throat. Mamoru paused coming to the conclusion that Usagi slept like she ate, a complete pig.

'She's drooling on my neck.' He couldn't stay disgusted long, his queasiness was replaced with butterflies floating in his stomach, flapping their wings wildly as it all made sense.

"Odango Atama." He whispered in her ear, gently trying to wake her.

'She's kissing my neck, of course think it but don't let her go.' He thought his excitement increasing ten fold at the very thought of it, the very feel of it.

"Hmm." She answered still in her dream like state, visions of Tuxedo Kamen giving her thrills, moving her face towards his to kiss his waiting lips.

'Dumb Ass move, she's underage.' He thought not moving at all like his body refused to react, refused to do the right thing. Her lips touched his, moving her hand to his face to pull him deeper into the kiss, her fingers slipping up knocking off his mask in the process. Mamoru didn't care, he couldn't think, he wouldn't think, he would just concentrate on the soft feeling floating through him. The yearning feeling to taste more, taste more liquid sunshine that she was giving, that she had just offered him freely. It was like kissing silk, waking up in the morning knowing that you are loved, it was like heaven. The mask hit the porch's white wood with a clank causing Usagi to partially open her sleepy eyes. Her dream like state becoming even foggier at his appearance, it was Mamoru standing before her. Nobody would know, nobody had to know that she liked Mamoru, that she wanted to kiss him as much as he loved teasing her. Besides it was just a dream. Silly Usagi if you only knew.

"Mamo-Chan." She whispered his secret nickname that she had for him, causing Mamoru's heart to skip a beat, his eyes turning a lighter shade of blue. Emotions swam through him like a dam that couldn't take anymore, he was ready to break, ready to claim her. Her eyes flickered with memory that felt alive inside of her, he moved his face back to hers kissing her lighter than before, his tongue leaving a small trail of saliva on her bottom lip. Loving her seemed easier, the Princess didn't matter, he couldn't spend all his life chasing a dream. A false hope when Usagi existed, when Usagi breathed to spite him back. She placed her head back on his chest, her breathing calmer than his, believing this dream felt so real. She would cherish it, enjoy it, love it for nobody had to know, it was her sinful pleasure. It was her secret, she cocked her head to the side noticing the white mask that she remembered oh so well from battle. Her battles as Sailor Moon, her nightmares that he seemed to save her from. Noting that he had on a cape and matching top hat, their familiarness seemed to click in place as the Tuxedo he wore finally registered to her. Their surroundings faded out, memory still sparking through her dazed mind. This couldn't be right, it can't be right, when did the two dreams start merging.

'This must be a dream.' She thought eyes shining like the summer sky, but it seemed to real, felt too real to all be false. Mamoru wanted to give her something, leave her with a bit of what she had shared with him. Bringing his hands up, Tuxedo Kamen formed a red thorn less rose out of thin air and placed it in her open hand, closing his larger one around hers.

'It feels so real.' Her thoughts making sense of the situation,

'It's real!' Screamed at Usagi, reality coming home. Mamoru took in her features he was still holding her, maybe she just realized what was going on. He stood her up on her own two feet, holding her until her balance was good.

"My sweet Lady." His voice spoke volumes into her blonde mass gently blowing in the wind, hair tangling around them, shielding their embrace from view.

"Tuxedo Kamen." She spoke to him voice shaking on the syllables of his name, shocked that Tux-boy wanted her of all people, shocked that Mamoru was Tuxedo Kamen.

He kissed her again growing so impatient for her to make another move, he needed her more than he could understand the fundamentals of physics. He consumed her, she breathing in the moment. He had been her first kiss, Mamoru didn't know these things, he pulled back placing a light kiss on her forehead. Usagi closed her eyes wishing that it was real, thinking that maybe it was just a dream, nothing but a dream. Tuxedo Kamen quickly moving; he pulled her bags out leaving them scattered in front of her, knocked on her door and unconscienously left his mask. Kenji came to the door as he saw something move in the bushes.

'My mask!' Mamoru screamed at himself feeling like a fool for messing around in his hero form, leading his Usako on. Mamoru started to sweat, but he sat still not wanting to bring more attention to himself.


annnnnnndd bam there you go