A/N: sorry if I wasn't clear, but Endo is Mamoru. It's his first name. Mamoru is his middle name. The characters will refer to him as Endo or Mamoru interchangeably. Again, don't forget that this was written in a day and is not beta'd, but it's the best I could do in the three hours I had set aside today. Thank you all for reading this!


When Dreams are Realities

Dendy Week 2022

Day 3

"This isn't real"

Today was really weird. It started off fine. Reluctantly woke up, opened the fruits parlor, posted up each staff members role for the day, checked the kitchen, reviewed the inventory, opened up the arcade, started restocking inventory when –Bam!- Usagi.

Motoki Furuhata had known Usagi Tsukino for five years. Of those five years he harbored a secret crush for three and nursed a broken heart for one. The night after Mamoru had proposed, the two men went out for celebratory drinks. It was during his small speech to his best friend that he revealed he'd liked Usagi for a long time.

"But I'm happy that she ended up with you. I know you will complete each other. I don't think I've ever seen two people more in love" he joked. "It makes me gag!"

Letting out a sigh, the blonde manager went to his bathroom mirror. He leaned in close to its surface, inspecting his skin. Sometimes he swore Endo could actually send painful currents to people without even touching them. Not spotting any type of damage he returned to his bedroom.

It took a while to calm Usagi down. She clutched onto Motoki as if he were a life raft and she was adrift at sea. The manager could do nothing but shuffle to his office while Endo followed behind. He'd tried to console her, placing his hands on her small frame and patting her back. But he was quick to remove them; he could feel the midnight eyes that were burning through him.

Mamoru also attempted to soothe her. His lithe fingers brushed her bicep, she jumped away and cried more. She behaved as if the man had forced himself on her. But Motoki knew Mamoru, knew Endo Mamoru Chiba since he was nine, and Chiba would never rape anyone. He didn't even need to, the raven haired Adonis never had issues with the opposite sex.

After Endo's fifth failure, the man finally deferred to Motoki. The whole ordeal was extremely awkward; especially since Endo scowled the entire time. In the end, she had tired herself out and fell asleep holding onto Motoki.

Double checking that she was sound asleep, he then peeled off her arms and left the couch.

"What'd you think's wrong?" -Motoki stood beside Mamoru. His apron was still wet with her snot and tears.- "Why does she have everything mixed up?"

"I'm not sure." Mamoru rubbed his neck and stared up at the ceiling.

"She thinks she and I are living together"- Motoki paused to observe her- "I should have realized something was wrong when she kissed me."

"What!?" Endo's neck snapped to his best friend. Motoki quickly moved out of hitting distance and explained.

"I completely freaked out," -he held his hands up in surrender- "but then thought you both were trying to pull a prank on me. I had no idea she was serious."

"Don't kiss my fiance again." The blonde man bristled under Endo's intense stare.

"To be clear, I did not kiss her, she kissed me."


She knew she wasn't in her room when she opened her eyes. The first thing that came into focus was the canopy above her. Like the one she always wanted when she was a child because all the princesses had them. And she knew for sure that she didn't have one.

She also knew it wasn't her bed because the sheets weren't the jersey kind. They were cool, soft, and silky. Sheets that she and Motoki could never afford because they spent all their money on rent and food.

Most obviously though, she knew it wasn't her bed because of the large four post bed; a bed and frame that was far too big to fit in her and Motoki's bedroom.

She brushed her hands against the silk bedding and touched the hanging drape of the canopy in complete awe. She'd dreamed of having a bed like this. Sighing, she left the bed to explore the rest of the room.

She loved it. It was as if this room was made just for her. The color of the walls, the furniture, the floor mirror, and…Usagi froze, her gaze fixed on the picture that adorned the ornate dresser. It was of her and…Endo Mamoru Chiba.

No. No. No!

This wasn't. This couldn't. "This isn't real," she gasped for breath. What was happening? Was she going crazy? The sound of a door opening caused her to jump up in surprise.

Her entire body turned to see what had happened and- Oh God!

"Oh God! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she cried embarrassed. His responding chuckling resulted in her sneering. Then realizing his state, she blushed from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, and promptly closed her eyes once again, causing him to let out a full belly laugh.

The sound warmed her heart. She opened one eye to see him holding his perfectly sculpted abs laughing. He'd surprised her, came through the door naked save for the towel wrapped around his waist. And my god was he sexy. His body was…wow; the type that used to decorate her walls when she was a teen.

Mamoru was hot, Usagi had no shame admitting that. Yes he was gorgeous and sexy and absolutely breathtaking, but who cares when that face and body are tied to such a…personality? She couldn't exactly say what his personality was, only that it was disturbing.

And it was rather mind boggling that no one else recognized his creepy behavior. Everyone around was so enamored by his smile and his words. But she knew; those words, that smile, none of that was real. He donned a mask and somehow she had been able to see a glimpse of his true nature, and it looked like a demon.

But as she saw him bending over, gasping for air because he was laughing too hard, she forgot that she'd ever thought him a monster. He was just a very attractive half naked man with a warm hearty laugh, and so she laughed with him.

Once they'd calmed down, he straightened up.

"You know," he placed his hands on the towel. "You've seen me with less, maybe we can do a let's just jump right in."

It took only a second for Usagi to predict what he was going to do. Her azure eyes grew twice their size. She swore time slowed down, she was reaching out to his waist, but her hand wasn't moving as fast as it should.

"No!" she yelled. She lunged, her fingers grabbing the end of the cloth. At the time, Usagi thought she was pulling the towel together, to keep him decent. What she was actually doing was pulling the towel from Mamoru. He was gripping the towel to his waist and she was pulling it away.

It's only after her success (but not the success she had been seeking) that she realizes her blunder. She ripped the towel off of him, and now he was standing in front of her naked, and she was sprawled on the floor staring at him and him and-

"Omigod!" she shut her eyes once again, her cheeks burning and her mind already thinking about the different ways he could use that body with her. He was laughing again, even louder this time, and she was sure, if she dared to open her eyes, that he was crying from laughter.

"This isn't real!"


Okay, I hope you liked it! I wanted to put something funny in because I read some pretty sad stuff today. A lot of Mamoru going through trauma; so I needed something silly to happen. Don't forget to let me know what you thought! Next chapter might not be as silly as this one.