Chapter 2
Only Time Will Tell
By Ummster
A/N:
hello (OOoo, that's cool!)
Nothing much to say. I'm bored: D. And I have a really bad cold. Excuse me.
Just for clarification, Endy and Sere only seem to disappear in the mirror. Think of ghosts…how you can see only them in the mirror…well actually they're ghosts in reverse aren't they?
Thanks to Priestess Helene, who gave me the title of this story!!
I do think I'm going to take your suggestion to follow the romance of the senshi, though not in as much detail as that of Usagi and Mamoru. Keep in mind though; it's Usagi/Mamoru, not Serenity/Endymion. For that look at Turning Back if you're interested.
Oh, and long reviews are GOOD:D
For more clarification, when they DO go back into the past, they're engaged. That's as far as I'm going. It would be no fun if they were secret lovers anyways, b/c then they couldn't be appalled at their situation.
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"Spare me, Odango!" He screeched in exasperation, flailing his arms in disbelief as he made out a familiar blonde cloud rampaging towards him.
His broad chest heightened as he clenched his shady cobalt eyes and braced himself for impact -the cloud rammed into him, sending them both sprawling across the dusty streets of Tokyo.
"What'd you say?" the girl asked tentatively, still panting from the encounter. She flushed slightly when she realized she was still lying on top of him. "Oh. Woops."
"Yeah, well, ever consider stopping yourself, Odango Atama?" Mamoru jeered impatiently, pulling himself up and thrusting a hand out to her. She took it and launched herself to her feet.
"Not really. No time to talk, baka, I have to get to school!" Usagi cried out ahead of him, blonde lashes whipping behind her and she sprinted down the sidewalk. Mamoru sighed, sifting a shaky, callused hand through his ebony hair.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to that…" he murmured to himself, smoothing his teal-striped tie and trudging on towards the hospital.
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A few hours later, at the Crown Arcade
She'd noticed them the moment she'd entered the arcade, her usual bubbly self dissipating into amazed gasps at the sight in front of her. The two were beautiful –immensely so, almost regal, and with a blush she realized they reminded her of…
Mamoru arched an eyebrow as he watched Usagi's ice cream plop distinctly onto the newly waxed floor and her long-lashed eyes widen beyond belief.
"Who are they?" She asked, still gaping. He followed her gaze to the couple seated in the back of the arcade, heatedly immersed in kissing each other passionately.
Mamoru blushed at what he had just seen and turned away quickly. "What's that to you? I never really thought of you as the nosy type, Odango."
"Yeah, well…" she turned her petite nose up at him in haughty disagreement. "Don't you think they're a bit…odd?"
He glanced again at the pair, the gorgeous girl with the baby-blue, wide eyes, her high-strung silver hair piled in a messy bun atop her forehead -and then the man, with the broad shoulders and the dusty black hair that swept down over his mischievous midnight blue orbs. Sure…the combination was strange –who had silver hair? Maybe it was one of those genetic defects he had studied about at the hospital, a half-albino. And yet somehow they seemed to fit together perfectly, the petiteness, the contrast of the black and the silver, the tenderness and the intensity…He turned his head from their interlocked lips to their interesting attire (or lack thereof) that need not be mentioned. By now, he was sure; his face had to be as red as a tomato –or worse, as red as Usagi's was.
Trying vigorously to compose himself, Mamoru smirked. "I'd say you're just jealous because you've never been kissed before."
She frowned. "No, it's not that…hey! I'll have you know I've been kissed plenty!"
"By who? Your dear mother?"
She turned her eyes to him viciously, her glare deathly. "Yeah, well, you shouldn't be talking. Who would want to kiss a mole-rat, mole-rat?" She sighed in victory, turning to Motoki to order another ice cream.
Mamoru smirked as the arcade doors swung open, letting in a bustling mass of teenagers.
"Well, I'll say," began Rei, combing a hand through her raven-black hair, her violet eyes glinting mischievously, "this must be the first time Usagi's ever gotten here before us." She turned her hypnotizing eyes towards their companion.
"Mamoru…" she purred, setting herself on the stool beside him and stringing her arms around his torso. As if answering Usagi's previous question, she planted a firm kiss, sluggish kiss on his cheek. Mamoru smirked. Usagi rolled her eyes, dismissing their romantic antics for her sundae.
"Hey, who're they?" Mina asked between slurps of her orange soda, her eyes twitching from the procession at the back of the room to Mamoru. "If I didn't know better, I'd say she was checking you out, Mamoru –if that's even possible for a woman so immersed in another man."
He chocked, his grip tightening on the hissing Rei. His eyes slowly turned, focusing in on the beautiful silver-haired girl, who seemed to be eyeing Rei warily. He gulped, noticing the man wink at him.
"Uh…" he muttered, "This is getting a bit creepy…"
"They look a bit too much like Usagi and Mamoru to be in my comfort level, that's for sure." All eyes turned to Makoto, who shrugged and pulled at her chocolate curls. "It's true."
Amy coughed, her blue hair bobbing ever so slightly. "She's right, you know."
"What!?!?" He bellowed, jumping up and blushing slightly. "Sure, she looks like Odango, but that man…looks nothing like me."
"What, in denial Mamoru?" Motoki chortled, laughing and reaching to tousle his friend's already messy hair.
"No, its just…"
Usagi slurped at her sundae, not daring to meet his eyes. "Have you looked in a mirror lately, baka?" she murmured, her cheeks a hue of pink as she stared at his shoes. "Because in case you haven't noticed, you two have the same hair…" Ebony black, slightly tousled at the side… "…the same eyes…" A mysteriously dark blue, slightly shaded in a cobalt tint… "…the same face…" Chiseled and intensely handsome… "…and hell, the same body!" Oh dear, she mused, did I just think all that?
He had little time to respond, as the two mysterious personnel suddenly rose from their seats, the woman's eyes fixed only on Mamoru, and walked casually out through the swinging doors of the Crown Arcade.
In a flurry of emotion, he felt his hands clench; he looked down to find a ragged piece of parchment crumpled in his hands:
Meet me here tomorrow at 4 –same place, the last booth.
And underneath it was the tiny, unmistakable encryption of the crescent moon.
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He'd been waiting for 30 minutes now. He considered leaving –he hardly knew the girl anyways, yet somehow he knew that he would stay. He NEEDED to stay. It might have been that she was alluring in a way impossible for him to even decipher. That scared him –after all, she was remarkably similar to Odango, and he knew he'd never thought of her that way (if you didn't count his nagging conscience anyways). No…she was more like his personal punching back; a punching bag that punched him bag. Which in his opinion was hilariously funny. (A/N: How dare he!)
Just as his thoughts drifted elsewhere, the very blonde punching bag slid into the seat across from him, crossing her arms over her heaving chest and glaring at him insolently.
"What're you doing here, baka?"
He glared at her in impatience, doubting that the other gorgeous girl (other?) he had seen previously would be comfortable meeting him while there was another feminine figure in the booth.
"I was about to ask you the same question."
"Well, for your information," she muttered, smiling slightly, "I'm meeting someone here."
"I'm flattered you find my presence so appealing."
She rolled her eyes, too excited to even flash the usual witty remark. "Beat it, mole-rat. I'm seriously meeting someone."
"So am I!"
Usagi eyed him stealthily, casting away puffs of blonde bangs that partly covered her vibrant blue eyes to get a better look at him. "Yeah? Who?"
Who was he meeting? He didn't even know himself! "My…er…girlfriend."
Cackling victoriously, Usagi slumped against her chair. "AHA! Rei said she was going to the new shopping complex. Mamoru Chiba, are you cheating on her?" She let out another lazy laugh. "I always thought you two were too utterly…fake to be true."
He instantly realized his mistake. "Not my girlfriend, my friend that's a girl…you know, just a normal girl…" Usagi blinked, her long-lashed eyes glazing over. "Aw, forget it Odango. You're too tough."
She grinned sardonically. "Why thank you."
He laughed. "Now tell me, who're you meeting? Your Math professor?"
Usagi groaned, barely suppressing herself from doing anything undignified, like punching him square in the chest, or other places she'd rather not think about. (A/N: I can't believe I wrote that. Fanfiction is corrupting me:D)
"I'm meeting a guy…"
"Oh?"
"Truthfully, I have no idea who he is." She sighed belatedly and shrugged carelessly. "He doesn't seem to be here anyways; maybe I should just leave." Mamoru nodded vigorously, looking somewhat pleased, beginning to usher her out of the booth…
"Not so fast, my dear." Usagi's eyes widened as she felt two experienced hands grip her shoulders, sending icy shivers of pleasure down her spine. She gulped, watching as the same mysterious man from the day before gently tilted her chin up to meet his heated glare.
"Oh, how ignorant…" he murmured, a slight smiling teasing the ends of his lips. She was drowning in those eyes, that sultry midnight blue gaze, their dark seductiveness alarmingly enticing. His face was so close; she had begun to memorize his musky, drowsy scent…unconsciously her heavy lids fluttered closed and her lips locked with his.
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Damn that white-haired vixen. Mamoru had to be in heaven. Instinctly his arms wrapped around the warm body pressed against him, exploring her body…It was as close to bliss as he'd ever been in his life. And all because of those impossibly tender lips…
But that all changed when he opened his eyes.
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A/N:
OOO, a cliffhanger! Well, what did you expect? Of course they're kissing each other. HOW? U'll find out. Ok, maybe I shouldn't have said that…then again it was pretty OBVIOUS.
Well, I have the next chapter planned out in terms of story events, but it's not written yet, so that's going to take some time. It's really not my fault I'm a slow updater!! I'm pretty busy. Sigh the only time I really get to write is on weekends. (
I'm sorry but for this chapter I didn't really do both sides of the story, I kind of switched around, because it may not seem like it but its extremely hard to write that without being repetitious.
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