Hi folks! So here's a little light hearted chapter, you know makes things look normal when it's not, and then at the very last moment throw a huge dramatic scene in to shock you out of your minds, and which case you'll freak out and hunt me down demanding answers on why I'm so crazy. ….But in the mean time. Here's chapter 6.

Sorry about the delay by the way, was a little busy. (hysterical laughter)

Enjoy!

Chapter Six:Silly Sleepy Bunny

"Are you sure about this?" Usagi asked Reika as they made their way into the elevator. Usagi had no idea that Mamoru lived in such an exclusive place.

'No wonder the guy is so cocky, he thinks he owns the world.' She thought bitterly.

"I'm sure. Mamoru's not very good with his emotions, but he would really appreciate this. And who knows Usagi-san, maybe after this you two can actually become friends." Reika giggled picturing the surprised look on Mamoru's face. Deep down in this hole he made a life, she knew he was waiting for someone like Usagi to come. Someone as bubbly and happy as her, to give him meaning.

"You know Usagi-san, Mamoru's always lived on his own. He usually keeps to himself and stays away from trusting anyone. He leaves people alone to do their business, and does his own." Reika suddenly became a little serious, her eyes and lips looking a little sad. Usagi wondered what she was trying to say.

"When he was really little, he lost both his parents in a really bad car accident. Since then, he's been on his own, never trusting anyone; never allowing anyone into his world." Reika turned to Usagi and looked down at her confused and sad eyes. She really did feel bad for Mamoru, she had no idea that he was an orphan.

"That's really horrible." Usagi said feeling really guilty about all the times she made fun of him.

"But you know Usagi-san, you brighten up his world a little. Make him a little less…grey." Reika thought about the word that would best describe Mamoru, but wasn't sure how to say it.

"Grey?" Usagi thought as the elevator stopped.

"Yes grey. You're very bright and enthusiastic and he's very, well grey. Fighting with you actually makes him less grey." She said again with a big brilliant smile on her face. Usagi started to laugh nervously, not wanting Reika to know she had no idea what she was talking about. She almost felt like she should interrupt her and ask her to draw out what she meant. But didn't want to embarrass herself.

"Now I got this key from Motoki, Mamoru shouldn't be home for another 4 hours, so that should give you plenty of time." Reika smiled letting Usagi in.

"Lock the door and call me if you need anything okay." Reika smiled handing over the apartment key to Usagi after she opened the door for her. Usagi was surprised, the first thing her eyes landed on were the fresh red roses on the counter top in the kitchen. They called for her attention. Her eyes scanned the place and noticed how grey, black and white everything was. The view from his balcony was amazing though, being at the very top floor.

"Wow, this place is huge." Usagi said stepping in. It was bigger than the entire first floor of her house.

"Well take care, and good luck. Bye Usagi-san." Reika smiled closing the door and skipping back to the elevator. She felt really good about this, somehow she hoped that it would force Mamoru to confess somethings to himself. He couldn't keep them bottled up in denial forever. And this little cooking surprise was exactly what he needed. Exactly what both of them needed.

Usagi stared at the door for a bit, her mouth hanging open. A small twitching smile as realization landed on her.

"But I don't know how to cook." She became devastated, her eyes swirled in hopelessness. She had assumed Reika was going to stay with her and help. Without someone being there to help, she wouldn't be able to cook anything. She looked around the living room and kitchen still standing against the door, suddenly the kitchen seemed to grow to a massive size.

'OH No." She thought. She decided to leave and just buy him a cake as a thank you.

"Wait." She thought again, this time biting away her little nails. She was supposed to return the apartment key to Mamoru, yet she was supposed to leave before he got there.

'OH NO!' She thought.

"I've been set up!" She twirled away into a circling abyss as the realization of Reika's plans flew out the window. Her mind resigned, backed up it's little things and took off from her right ear. This wasn't going to work, how would she be able to avoid Mamoru but at the same time return his keys. It made no sense. Why didn't she realize it before. Why would Reika not realize it.?

"Ahh no, I'm trapped." She panicked gluing herself to the door, her eyes frantically darting from the kitchen to the balcony.

"It's okay Usagi, it's okay." She thought straightening up.

"I'll just make him something and leave, and I'll give back the key to Motoki-san, that way he can't yell at me, I tried to do a nice thing." She smiled confidently.

"And blame it all on Reika-san." She smiled wickedly. Maybe this is exactly what she needed, if Mamoru told Motoki what happened, Motoki would break things off with Reika.

"It's perfect." Usagi smiled wickedly, her eyes becoming heavy with mischief.

The weather changed drastically, screaming thunder showers ripped through the city air. First the power and than the weather, Tokyo media was having a field day with the news. Mamoru waved goodbye to Motoki confirming quickly plans for tomorrow night to finish the project at his place. His right shoulder was hurting, he had bruised it badly when he broke down the storage door and than stressed it even more fighting. He wanted to go home and rest.

He was happy that he brought his car. Normally he liked walking, gave him fresh air and time to think; except for when he pumped into Usagi. But he knew that he wouldn't be seeing her around for awhile. Not after her father's crazy reaction.

A smile came to his face when he thought about Usagi's parents. They seemed like really good people who cared for their daughter a lot. She reminded him a lot of Mr. Tsukino, always jumping to conclusions and making radical decisions. And yet, he saw the nurturing side of Usagi too, who would stand up to a guy like him for the sake of her friend. It was great qualities, only wished she didn't annoy him so much. There was a small feeling in the back of his heart, a place he reserved for dear things, that he might have met Usagi's family before. Yet he couldn't remember when, or how?

When he got home, he hoped against hope that he would not pump into Ai. He couldn't handle seeing her right then, especially since he would be spending enough time with her tomorrow night doing the project. As he turned the corner, he smelled something sweet, like apples and brown sugar. He thought Mrs. Higoshi was making something really good, and hoped that she would send him some.

He got to his apartment door and opened it to find a huge mess in his kitchen. It was in a horrible state. Pots and pans, trays and flour all over the place. And some opened cans of tuna and celery were spread wildly around the kitchen floor. He could even make out a small area of wall that had some how blackened.

This couldn't be the work of some robbers, why would they mess up only the kitchen. He walked in, closing the door behind him. He scanned the living area just to make sure. He didn't have a lot of clutter in his home with knick knacks and furniture, mainly the necessary. He got to the kitchen counter, and noticed a tray of dessert. Someone had made him a very sloppy Apple Crisp treat. It smelled very good, but wasn't pleasing to the eye. He wondered who would've done this.

'Oh no.' he sighed.

'Ai.' He thought sadly, his head hanging over lowly. How did she get into his apartment, she probably broke in. Mamoru felt sick and decided to not take a bite of the dessert. Right now, he just wanted to rest. His shoulder was really bugging him.

He walked to his bathroom getting undressed as he went, a hot shower would sooth his tense muscles. He thought about what he was say to Ai about the dessert, he had to set things straight with her. She was now breaking and entering and messing up his kitchen. Just the thought of her was stressing him out.

He was in the shower for barely ten minutes when he decided he felt better. His shoulder wasn't sore anymore. . A large bruise covered his shoulder, reminding him of the events at the arcade. He really did put a lot of force into his fighting, but he wasn't going to admit it was for Usagi. He dried off, wrapping a towel around his waist and making his way to his bedroom. It was really dark, but that's how he preferred to sleep. Last night he had a lot of troubles sleeping with the moon watching him so closely. But he didn't recall pulling the drapes completely shut.

'Ah, she must've been sneaking around in here.' Mamoru thought disgusted by Ai's behavior. He had had it with her, and decided then and there, he would put her in her place, and he didn't care what happened.

He lay down on his bed, his wet hair, and damp body; still only wearing the towel. He wished he could feel this relaxed at night. His eyes were already shutting he was so tired and serene. It had been a long time since he felt this good, a comfortable sensation of being safe. He yawned and fell asleep instantly the minute his eyes closed. It was the most peaceful feeling he had in his life. Like nothing could ever go wrong.

He had pulled her to him, pulled her chin up so that he could kiss her. Her lips were quivering, like she wanted to be kissed. He knelt down and their lips locked. It was the most magical feeling he had, and she felt it too. His arms found their way around her waist and back, rubbing her tenderly. Hers remained on his chest, pulling him closer to herself. Mamoru wished that this kiss would never end. He pulled away and stared down her lovely eyes.

"I never felt like this for anyone." He smiled. Her face was flushed and excited, happy to hear his confession.

"Stay with me." His icy eyes became glassy with passion, passion he felt for her. He had never been so determined to be with someone in his life, or to find a person as wonderful as her.

"Usako." He whispered leaning in for another kiss.

Suddenly both their eyes opened, widely as if in terror. They were tangled with each other, their lips sealed in a hot kiss.

"AAHHHHH" Usagi screamed pulling back as did Mamoru. He sat up, as did she, both breathing heavy and unbelieving of what happened. Usagi's eyes trailed down, and noticed he was naked, completely. Her eye brows narrowed half awkward, half angry; her face turned red.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH what is that!" She screamed pulling the covers under her chin. Mamoru panicked, she was screaming loudly, someone might hear and think he was doing something to her.

"Odango! Shut up." He demanded not noticing his towel was no longer on. He moved closer, and it only made her scream more.

"Odango." He shouted jumping her to cover her mouth. She wiggled, trying to scream 'pervert' many times, but they were all muffled.

"Stop shouting will you." He angrily asked pushing her to lay down on the bed. She looked up at him hovering over her, giving him the dirtiest look of disgust she could.

"What are you doing here?" He asked taking his hand off of her.

"Never mind that, why are you naked!" She shouted trying hard not to look. In all the mess, she had to admit he looked really good. His body was fit and muscled, muscles and tone she never thought he had. He looked down and realized his towel had vanished.

He moved back scrambling to find his towel, which had come off of him while they were making out in their sleep. Usagi looked at him, unable to control her eyes. She had never seen a man's body before, and it was embarrassing to admit Mamoru had a really nice body. Her cheeks blushed and she turned away when he found his towel and wrapped it around himself quickly. He seemed embarrassed, but mostly outraged that she was there.

"How did you get in here Odango." He asked standing up and looking down at her, still covering herself with the sheets. She didn't answer him, she only looked away feeling really embarrassed. Why were they making out. How did that happen, and why did she have that dream about him. It was her first kiss, and she couldn't even explain how it started. And to top it off, it was with Mamoru, mean ol' Mamoru.

"Will you pull the sheets down, I'm not gonna do anything." He demanded getting a little frustrated. It looked bad, no matter how he looked at it, it was bad. He was making out with Usagi, 15 year old Usagi, in his bed; with him naked.

She got up, still embarrassed.

"I wanted to say thank you, you know for saving me and all." She didn't make eye contact with him, it was just too weird to look at him now, after everything she had seen. Mamoru relaxed, and sighed. He was some what relieved that it wasn't Ai after all.

"How did you get in here?" He asked.

"I think the better question is, why were you kissing me?" She shouted pointing that accusing finger at him. He became upset again.

"What? What the hell were you doing in my bed." He shouted back taking a step closer. Usagi did the same, until they were in a head to head heated battle, a small lightning spark electrifying from both their foreheads.

Suddenly a knock came on the door, Mamoru's heart jumped.

'Oh no, the neighbors' probably heard.' He thought moving to the bedroom door.

"You stay here, I'll deal with you later." He sternly voiced leaving Usagi behind as he went to open the door. She stuck out his tongue and called him something nasty under her breath, but he couldn't deal with that right now. He had to get things straight with his neighbours.

He took in a large breath of air as he opened the door to see Ai smiling wickedly and staring him up and down. He gulped, feeling very cheap and used.

"Ai, what are you doing here." He asked putting on a strange smile.

"Just thought I'd see my Mamoru darling, since we couldn't finish our date; looks like you're getting ready for another one." She smirked placing a seductive hand on his chest. Mamoru backed up, he felt like a juicy hunk of meat to her.

"Do you need any help getting changed?" She grinned looking deep into his eyes, almost trying to hypnotize him into saying 'yes'.

"Well I-I, well see the thing is Ai-"

"Is someone there?" Ai said spotting Usagi's little head, as she tip toed to the washroom. Mamoru looked back feeling trapped.

"Ah, well, well there, in here? Well" Mamoru didn't know what to say, or how to say it. Ai drew in the line and connected the dots. She knew exactly who that girl was. It was that annoying girl who interrupted their special date at the park. And now she was with him, in his apartment with him dressed only in a towel. She became flustered and angry.

"I'll see you later Ai, I should get going." Mamoru said smiling nervously as he shut the door on her. He knew it was really pushing it, she looked very mad. He had to find a way to explain it to her later. But why should he worry so much what she thought, actually this was a good thing. If she thought Usagi was his girlfriend, she'd lay off of him. But that itself would bring about a whole new set of problems.

He sighed resting his back against the door. How did his life get so stressful and so busy. He looked back at his kitchen, a total disaster because of that blonde bunny. It was all Usagi's fault that his life became this complex and so full of little quirks that he never had to deal with. Before her, his life was routine and that's how he liked it.

"Ahh that stupid odango." He muttered under his breath.

He walked to his bedroom thinking to see her destroying something else of his, but she was in the bathroom.

"She's just walking around like she owns the place." He muttered shocked at her nerve, a large tear drop hanging low on his head.

"Hey Odango! What are you doing?." He demanded knocking on the door. Suddenly the door flew open, her angry expression greeting him.

"Washing away your germs!" She shouted back.

"My germs? I should be the one in there washing my lips! I just kissed an Odango!" He shouted back.

"Well maybe you're used to going around and just kissing whoever, but I'm not like that!" She said wildly almost pushing him away from the bathroom door. She had always pictured Motoki taking her first kiss, or some really majorly hot guy. But never Mamoru, not Mamoru. It upset her that he was the one demanding questions and walking around upset, when she was the one who took the blow.

"Are you calling me a male-slut?" he asked infuriated with her accusations. It seemed she was always accusing him of something.

"You're the one who kissed me!" She shouted back wiping her lips with her hands.

"ME? You're the one who was in my bed." He retorted.

"Doesn't matter, I'm a girl! You should know better!" She shouted back.

"What! What are you saying?" He didn't like this next accusation she was about to make. She turned her head away angrily, folding her arms across her chest.

"You know what I'm saying!" She said poking away his last patient nerve.

"So that's the kind of guy you think I am?" His face changed, it was serious and upset. After he had done so much to protect her and save her, she would accuse him of wanting to do something to her in her sleep. His mind clouded over with the vision he had, the visions that haunted and disturbed him. The one in which he forced her crying face into an cold kiss.

"Hey, calm down, it's okay." Usagi's tone of voice changed when she heard his voice, it was low and deep. He was mad, very mad. And his expression only confirmed it. She backed away a little feeling suddenly scared of him.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to him aggressively.

"I would never." His eyes were dark, his voice low and intense, it sent shivers up her spine. This is probably the look he gave to those men that night in the arcade. He was devastated to hear her say such a thing to him. He let her go, cooling down a bit.

"I don't know how it happened. But it happened." He sighed feeling really stupid for getting so worked up for something she said. He looked at her, looking back at him. It was like she was waiting for him to tell her what to do.

"Look, I'm sorry that I kissed you, I never meant for it, I don't know what happened. I had this dream and-"

"You had a dream? What did you see?" Usagi interrupted. She felt like he was going to tell her about the same dream. She never once ever dreamt of kissing Mamoru, so having this one had to mean something. Mamoru felt embarrassed.

"It's nothing, forget it." He ruffled his hair, it was still wet when his shoulder pinched.

"Oww." He moaned rubbing it with his free hand. Usagi suddenly became worried, spotting the large bruise on his shoulder. It was a deep shade of horrible purple and black. It was a serious wound.

"Are you okay?" She asked looking genuinely concerned.

"It's nothing." He said walking towards the living area to relax. He should've kicked Usagi out by now, but somehow it felt nice to have her around; as annoying as she was. She seemed to make things less grey for him.

"Was it because of that night? It was wasn't it?" She asked feeling really guilty. She never even bothered to ask him if he got hurt from the fight. She was so stupid and inconsiderate. How could she not have seen a bruise that large, it looked painful.

"Forget it Odango." He muttered resting his head back on the couch. Usagi looked down at him, his eyes were closed, his chest rising with his inhale. He was really hurt and in pain.

'And all because of me, and I was so mean to him too.' She thought feeling very upset with herself. She was being rude and self-centered. Nobody had ever done such a brave thing for her, and here she was flipping out because of a misunderstanding. She wasn't sure how they ended up kissing, but it didn't matter right now. She looked at his chest, his very muscular arms and legs, she remembered the part of him that was now covered. She blushed madly feeling very perverted for thinking about it.

"Mamoru." She said sitting next to him. He was surprised to feel her next to him, she was looking down at her hands, clutched tightly on her knees.

"Gomen." She said.

Wow, well that was a hitter wasn't it? It's only gonna get more intense now that Ai knows about Usagi, and just a head's up; Mizu's showing up in the next chapter or so and you all are gonna hate me for it. LOL
On the next chapter: Usagi spends some time alone with Mamoru, who wonders about his behavior towards her suddenly. Will he accept the truth about his feelings?