It's never too late

Hi everyone,

I hope that everyone's enjoying their summer one way or another.

I had the best summer so far and I really hope each and every one of you share the same feelings.

So I'm back home now and ready to start a whole new story with my favorite characters from Sailor Moon.

This story is a follow up of "His Eyes". After receiving several great reviews and a few messages on writing more on this specific storyline, I just couldn't resist unleashing my imagination and I really hope that you like it.

As always, reviews are highly appreciated. Your reviews makes my work better, believe me, because with each encouraging word, or even criticism, I try harder to deliver a better story for you. So please, don't forget to let me know what you think.

Enjoy.

Important announcement as of June 16th, 2017: I will be updating every chapter as I have found a wonderful beta-reader (the great BrownB). I can't tell you how happy I am to have a beta-reader now. And I am sure that you will be happy too; editing was never my forte:D A big shout out to you B.It's never too late.

"I saw you."

Usagi took a sharp breath and spun around, blond streams of golden hair going around her tiny form, school bag tight in one hand, while her other hand went straight in front of her, as if shielding herself from whatever danger she was in.

"Hey easy now tiger," Yoshiro said as he brought both hands in front of him, as if trying to shield himself from any possible damage her tiny fist could have caused.

Usagi visibly relaxed once she noticed her assumed attacker, letting go of a deep breath she was holding in. "Yoshiro, what the hell...you startled me," she shook her head in disapproval, wrinkling her nose in the process.

"Well I didn't mean to, I thought you heard me coming up to you," he smirked as he shoved his hands in his pants pockets, looking straight in the shorter girl's eyes.

Usagi lifted her chin up and looked back at him. "Yeah, well I didn't, so next time just announce your presence please," she hissed. "Anyways, what were you saying?" she asked him while pushing her bang out of her eyes. It was such a tiring day.

"I said I saw you," his smirk just got bigger, looking intently into her eyes as if trying to intimidate her with something only known to him.

One perfectly shaped blond eyebrow rose with confusion. "What do you mean, you saw me?" she asked with curiosity. "Well congratulations, you saw me..." she then added with obvious sarcasm. If she knew Yoshiro, which she did and quite well actually, she knew he was starting up a game; something that she neither had the time, nor the energy for.

Yoshiro's little smirk turned into a full blown grin as he looked Usagi up and down with mischievous eyes. "I saw you with that guy," Usagi's eyes widened a bit, "what's his name? Chiba?" he added with mockery as if not knowing his name could add some extra fright to Usagi's current disdain.

She shifted on her feet, as she suddenly felt really uncomfortable, knowing what he meant. Fukui Yoshiro was never a person who did something, or said something without a catch. Even thought this particular subject could have had anyone talking, it was obviously just Usagi's bad luck to have him as the one!

"I don't know what you're talking about." She cursed her weak voice and weaker argument, and seeing how Yoshiro's grin boosted and the sight of the bright glint in his brown orbs, she knew she was busted.

"Oh really? You don't know," he said while clasping his hands behind his back and walking slowly around Usagi. He could see how her body went stiff and how she tightened her hold on her school bag, but 'to hell with it' he thought, this was going to be so much fun. He stopped his predatory walk around the small girl and let out a tiny chuckle before leaning in from behind her back. Usagi's blue eyes widened again as she felt his hot breath against the side of her face.

"So you're telling me that you weren't the one with Chiba's tongue down her throat?" he whispered in her left ear before lifting his hand up and brushing away strands of baby hair from her cheek.

Usagi's heartbeat escalated within seconds. Her breath caught in her throat and she just knew that her crimson color was giving away, whatever there was to give away to Yoshiro's pleasure. She flinched when she felt his feather like touch on her face, and went to pull away only to be stopped by his hand taking a hold on her forearm. He really didn't grab her that hard, so why was his touch this torturous?

"Tsk-tsk, naughty little Usagi, could have fooled me with your innocent girl act." He pulled her slightly against himself, letting his mocking tone and teasing words sink in, before he took a hold of her pointy chin and lifted her head up so she could look into his eyes. "You know," he said, still whispering, although where they were standing at the very end of her street was pretty much empty, "I always knew there was something more to you than just pretty eyes and a flashy smile, but I've got to tell you, seeing that little show, you really outdid yourself Tsukino Usagi," he smirked when he felt the shiver her tiny form let out. His hand went straight to her waist as he leaned in even closer, personal space instantly going to hell.

"What the hell are you doing?" Usagi knew that she had to put her wits together, or else she was going to lose this game on a fast speed. Because after all, everyone in Juuban high knew the games Yoshiro intended to enjoy every once in a while, and Usagi refused to be a clueless victim to his pester. "Get your hands off of me Yoshiro-baka," she hissed under her breath and forcefully tore herself away from the 11th grader. She took a few steps away from him.

He didn't try to stop her; he didn't even try to take a step closer to her. He just stood there with that annoying smirk on his face and watched as she struggled to gain a steady posture in front of him. Oh how he loved to torture her and with those adorable face expressions, she was just making it so easy for him.

He leaned on the brick wall behind him, casually crossing his arms against his chest; he knew he had the upper hand and he had all the intention to use it. He couldn't get the image of them kissing passionately in the alley behind the Crown arcade out of his head, and not that he ever had eyes for Usagi in that way, but he knew that, that little piece of information could ruin her reputation for good. After all, Chiba Mamoru was not the kind of guy a good, respectable teenager wanted to associate with.

"Relax Usagi-chan, your little dirty secret is safe with me,..." he said with a certain underline tone that Usagi didn't understand, "for now," he added while staring at the clear sky above them.

"What do you mean 'for now'? You know what, you can just go to hell Yoshiro-baka, I don't care what you say or do, because whatever you think you saw, is not true," she tried really hard to let out a steady and strong statement, fighting so hard to maintain her cool. "He's just trying to get on my nerves, fight him Usagi, fight him," she chanted in her head.

"Oh really? So I imagined him filling you up behind the arcade huh?"

Usagi couldn't believe her own ears. Did he really just say that? "It was just a kiss," she thought to herself, "just a kiss, why does he make it sound this...this...nasty?" she knew she was on the verge of crying, she could feel her tears rushing behind her eyelids. "I can't cry in front of him, I won't..." she shook herself mentally. The last thing she needed was to see that satisfaction on the baka's face.

"What's wrong Usagi-chan? Can't think of anything to say? Or is it that you're now daydreaming about him?" he said with a very noticeable laughter in his voice. He pushed off the wall and took a step closer to her. Oh how he marveled her shivering body, the fact that she wanted to get away from him that desperately.

Usagi didn't know what to say to him; truth to be told, she had million different retorts, probably some that would put even Rei into shame, but she couldn't bring herself to form any words. All she was able to do was to stare straight in his eyes and hope for an escape. Today had been one awful day, and now thanks to the little punk, her day had just gotten even worst.

"How...how dare you?" Usagi's little voice seemed to surprise both of them. Yoshiro was probably so high for his victory that he hadn't even noticed the sudden stiffness of her body and her trembling little hands. She was mad...beyond mad...and he was just so clueless. So he just looked at her, challenging her to continue.

"Who do you think you are Yoshiro-baka? How dare you insult me like that?" her voice was getting louder and louder, and she didn't even notice. She was so furious, so hurt that she didn't even acknowledged the hint of surprise that entered the older boy's eyes.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO ME? LEAVE ME ALONE YOU STUPID...STUPID...ASSHOLE!" Her left hand immediately went to cover her mouth. She couldn't believe she just used that word. She rarely used any bad words, and foul language was definitely not her forte. But staring into those teasing eyes, hearing those words from him set something off in her head and even though she regretted losing her cool, she totally welcomed the pleasure that entered her mind after speaking her mind.

Yoshiro's eyes went a shade or two darker with rage. He probably wasn't expecting that; after all, Tsukino Usagi was always considered a peaceful soul, a bubbly yet shy being. But then again, after witnessing what he had witnessed the other day, he should have known better. No shy and peaceful soul would have been in that position with that guy. No good girl would have let herself be in that position, pushed against the wall, his hands firmly on her waist, tiny line of stomach showing, and good lord, he was ravaging her. The way his hand held her face in place and the way his leg had slipped between hers...that was the exact same way Yoshiro wanted to kiss...wished he could kiss. But even though he was literally a very intimidating guy, but deep down he couldn't lie to himself. He wasn't that bold; he could never be that bold.

"Oh the little hussy has a sharp tongue too I see," he said angrily. His face was tense and his eyes were sharp. He took two steps closer to her, bringing himself very close to her small form. He was practically hovering over her and Usagi couldn't care less.

She didn't care if her 5'2" height wasn't anywhere near his tall form. She didn't care that she had to lift her head high to be able to look into his eyes. She wasn't going to back down now. She wasn't going to lose this hateful game of his.

"Watch what you're saying Yoshiro-baka," she hissed while lifting her chin up and glaring into his eyes.

"Or what? You're gonna unleash your lover on me?"

The sound of the slap was louder than their voices combined.

And maybe it was a good thing that the street was pretty much deserted, because Usagi was sure what she had done was considered physical assault; even though she had effectively protected herself from him, but no one was around to hear what he had said to her.

The stinging pain in her right hand was as unbearable as it was satisfying.

Yoshiro's head was still in the same position. Slightly turned to the right, left cheek marked with her handprint; light brown hair sticking to his forehead.

Usagi didn't wait for him to regain his senses. She knew she was in deep trouble.

So when she bent down quickly to retrieve her discarded school bag she didn't waste any time to turn on her heels and run as fast as she could.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and its fabulous characters in anyway. I wish I did. But I don't. All the delightful rights of this wonderful manga/anime and its characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.