Chapter Four Rated R for adult situations.
Please tell me what you guys think, I've had this chapter for a minute currently getting down to business with chapter Five.
Disclaimers: I dont own her, I wish I did but I dont.
Chapter Four
Usagi had left the arcade shortly after Mamoru not wanting to answer anymore questions her emotions were too raw, her on the verge of exploding. It was chilly out and she in her rush to meet him so they could talk only grabbed a thin gray hoodie. The talk hadn't gone as planed; everything seemed as if it wouldn't go as planed. She rubbed her arms trying to warm herself walking blindly down Tokyo streets towards her home, her mind going numb. They hadn't discussed anything that needed to be discussed; they were still at round one. Mamoru didn't know that she was Sailor Moon, simple minded Usagi was Sailor Moon or his Princess for that matter.
The pain was forming in her heart again, the pain that she thought had faded a way a good month ago but here it was knocking to come home again. Reincarnation or not it seemed fate always put the most problems on her. Her family had been sitting in the family room watching a movie, she wanted to cry. She wasn't theirs, she never had been. She felt awkward standing there staring at parents that were never hers to begin with. She decided to watch the movie with them wanting to cherish every moment she could get with them, the pit of her stomach telling her that time was running out. She wondered what Mamoru was doing, if he was thinking of her now like she was thinking of him. Dinner at the Tsukino household was liver than usual; she enjoyed every bit, eating her food slowly so she could talk to them. That was something she hadn't done in ages since she became Sailor Moon and here she was smiling brightly savoring the moment.
She dialed Naru, running her mouth until midnight making plans to picnic in the park and she could tell Naru all about the things that happened, Naru would understand Usagi had assured herself. She didn't want to tell Minako, Mokato, Ami and Rei, they didn't need to know until she told Mamoru the truth about her. She had fallen asleep with the cordless phone in her room, a small half white t shirt and a pair of little boys fantastic four underwear on. Her sleep hadn't lasted her long; it was always cut short now that she had known the truth of her life.
Here he was transformed at 2.30 in the morning sitting in her tree staring at her, touching her again invaded his thoughts. He watched her sleeping form, laughing at her underwear thinking on how adorable she looked right about now. He didn't know that she knew of Fantastic Four just Sailor V. She was tempting him to climb through her window and make it happen, but he couldn't, he wouldn't and he shouldn't. Usagi had felt him, had felt it again that tug on her, she knew that he was watching, all the hentia thoughts running through her mind of their intimate past. He couldn't sleep so here he was sitting in a tree staring at her in the middle of the night ready to break into her room. He leaned over in the tree lightly tapping on her window. He didn't have time for formalities he needed her now; he lifted her window up and climbed through.
"What took you so long?" She asked, still imitating sleep, rolling over to face him. He paused, she was half naked, her shirt so small, small breast barely covered. Exploring them with his tongue crossed his mind but he held back, restraining himself, he pulled his cape through her window shutting it behind him. She sat up, sitting Indian style, blue eyes staring at him. He still didn't know, he deserved to know how to break the fact that she is the Princess boggled her mind. He pulled off his top hat and mask, it had seemed so formal now, so true, and it confirmed it.
'Tell him Usagi he deserves to know.' Her thoughts urged her, her mind wrapping around the fact that he did come and here he was sitting in her room, no supervision. No Luna, no girls, nobody to stop her or him if things went array to another destination.
"Well I didn't know that you were expecting me." He said his voice huskier than before, still restraining himself from deflowering her while her family was home. He thought about taking her back to his place but knowing his nosey Aunt she would've walked in the room.
'That cock blocker.' He thought, he smiled, it was a good thing, and they didn't need to rush things. She inched towards him, resting her hand on his cheek assuring him that all of that would come in due time, assuring him that she would be his. "Why were you expecting me?" He asked wondering how she knew he would come, the feel of her hand breaking his restraints down.
"Earlier today." She said trying not to give him too much information, Mamoru had nodded, her hand still resting on his cheek. He grabbed her pulling her up into his lap, wondering why around her he had become so impulsive, just ready to change it all. Emotions swam between them, he wasn't ready to know and Usagi had sensed that, he was still vulnerable. He became aroused from her body being pressed against his, he went to move her but she wouldn't budge.
"I have something to give to you, a promise for a promise." He said shifting her weight his hand accidentally brushing her breast, a blush stained Usagi cheeks as Mamoru snatched his hand away as if he had been bitten. He busied himself pulling out the promise ring in his tuxedo jacket. Usagi eyes fell on the small silver band that looked branded with time. It was her engagement ring; their promise ring from the Silver Millenium, Usagi felt pissed the nerve of him giving my ring away. She giggled the irony of the situation causing her to nuzzle his chin with hers. Here he was giving something that he had given her long ago, but he didn't know she had to tell herself.
"A promise for a promise Odango." He said, ocean blue eyes overwhelming her, he gently slid the ring on her finger; it didn't surprise Mamoru that it would be a perfect fit. He had held Usagi's hands plenty of mornings, stopping her from one of her klutz attacks. Usagi's heart felt heavy she felt as if though she was betraying him he needed to know.
"What promise?" she asked him, her eyeing her finger in contempt, her smile never faltering from her face. He needed to know, he watched her, his heart feeling lighter now that he had made amends for the damage he had caused. Knowing that a simple promise ring wouldn't fix everything even for Usagi.
"Why so many questions Usako?" He asked her his eyes lighting up at her expression, his arms resting around her waist pulling her closer to him, chocolate running her senses, she could taste him.
"Don't answer my question with a question. Besides I have a right to know and its some things that you deserve to know too." She said bringing a hand up to rest on his shoulder.
'Luna would just die if she knew he was here now in my room placing our engagement ring on my hand.' Butterflies floated in her stomach, he breathed deeply not wanting to take it any further but he needed to tell her. She wondered why the hell around him all the right things to say seemed to stay stuck in her throat.
"Usako it may be times that I won't be there for you, or can be there for you, but I want to be here for you like I am now but……" He trailed off his expression growing darker, she was treading on shaky ground, her hands shot up around his neck her lips pressing to his consoling him. The atmosphere changed, heat flew between them, their closeness, the feel of him, the feel of her sent them on a downward spiral, and she didn't care.
"This is right." She moaned into his mouth as his hand slipped under her small shirt squeezing what belonged to him, he stopped registering what she said and what he was about to do, what he had allowed her to start. He couldn't, and he wouldn't betray the Princess.
'But you already have.' He thought, hurting Usagi in the process to getting to the Princess was the last thing that he had wanted to do. He wanted to end their game now before her heart would be broken beyond repair. He pulled back, her mouth protesting against his.
"Mamo-Chan." She moaned again, pulling her towards him and he stopped her, pushing her hands away. He couldn't stare at her, he wanted her, and he damn sure wanted to feel her inside and out. Usagi's breathing became calmer; her mind running along to what he might be thinking about at a time like this, she received her answer.
"I belong to another." He curtly responded, his coldness coming back to him, draining the sunshine from her room. Usagi froze her heart shattering, she couldn't believe the nerve of her guy, and he was hers. She had to tell him and soon.
"So you come to me, make me a promise of what I don't know, and then willingly make out with me, and I tell you that this is right and then you tell me that you belong to another." Usagi bit out forcibly keeping her voice low so she wouldn't wake her family up. She couldn't wake them up for them to see Tuxedo Kamen intimately connected with her in her room at an inappropriate hour. Mamoru felt bad the force of her words chewing through his soul, this was all wrong but it had felt so right.
"I am her; I am what you've been looking for." She pushed him, placing a single finger on his soft inviting lips. She held back her tears, ready to spill it all to him, ready to tell him all.
"What did you ask me Mamoru, if you could keep me?" She said,
he moved her finger from his mouth sitting back up to scoot farther away from her. "You ca…" Her voice trembled, he cut her off.
"Don't answer that." He said through clenched teeth making it up in his mind to get rid of her fast, to let her go without hurting her but he had already known that it was too late; he had passed that point with her. All because of a Subway ride his life had changed. Usagi cried then, tears falling, her face never leaving his, she sat there boldly staring him down, willing him to face their down fall.
"I am she; I am her Mamoru cant you see. We belong together." She said his features turning darker, but he had to admit to her that he loved her now, the fact that he loved the Princess stung; she was no longer that person. She crawled to him, sitting on her knees in front of him gripping his tuxedo shirt.
"Answer me Mamoru. Tuxedo Kamen answer me." She said shaking him, he couldn't face her, kissing her changed him, feeling her changed him, and loving her would change everything. He had loved an image of what she used to be, he didn't deserve her not now, not when he was willing to pass up a love of her present self, loyal or not he was wrong and she was wrong for egging him on.
"Your young, you will replace me eventually, eventually your heart will heal and your mouth will open to allow another man to caress you where I have, to delve into you as I have. I was wrong, I shouldn't have come, I don't belong here." He said every word hurting him to say, and every word slashing at her bruised heart beating it until it bled dry, she felt empty on the inside. She leapt at him, her arms coming up around him, not allowing herself to look at him, she was desperate now she wanted him to love her not a past that didn't exist for them now. Mamoru's heart shattered, this was wrong but it must be done.
"Tell me you love me." She hiccupped her whisper in his ear, her last attempt to get him to face reality; she didn't want to tell him who she was now. She held him still her body racking with small sobs, her comforter tangled around them.
"I can't tell you something you want to hear, I won't lie to you Usagi." He said pulling away from her, coldness replacing her warmth, the damage was done, and his plan had been set. He left her there in a heap on her bed crying, hands balled up into fist resting on her pillow.
'He's an ass, a fucking brute, a a a……' She thought wondering why she wasn't enough now, wondering how quickly things changed from a promise ring to him breaking her heart now. He was wrong, she was glad that she hadn't told him, he didn't need to know. The light breeze filtered through her window chilling her already darkened mood. Keeping her promise of his identity didn't matter anymore but Usagi didn't want to feel dirty for betraying a man in all reality who didn't want to betray a proportion of her. She had cried herself to sleep, the confinements of her room soothing her pain, but she was no longer innocent she had experienced her first heartbreak.
