Chapter NINE.

Wow wow wow. I had a sudden urge to write a chapter for this and am hoping to keep writing until the end. I've been preoccupied to put it bluntly. Social life and school work has skyrocketed and my body can't even handle it. I'm too tired nowadays. At the moment, I'm freaking out about having my wisdom teeth surgically removed even though they haven't grown out yet. Yup, but life's still good. Happy Halloween!

Disclaimer: Don't own Sailor Moon, yada yada yada….No Oprah either, but I don't think I would really want to own her anyway, sorry Oprah!

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A certain man awoke in a state of disarray one sunny morning. He felt a throbbing ache on his forehead and felt a large bump that he suspected was as big as one of his eyes. Great.

"Oy, you up?" A female voice shouted from the bathroom.

"Hmmm?"

Makoto walked out of the bathroom holding a wet cloth that she put on Mamoru's head. He fought the urge to show his displeasure at the sudden sharp pain the cloth had inflicted.

"Don't be such a baby. It's because of this that you were knocked out by one measly kick-"

"Are you kidding? One, she is a former sailor soldier. Two, women can really use force if they want. Third, she caught me on surprise."

Makoto pressed the cloth a little firmer on the bump, earning an "ow" from Mamoru. "What were you saying again?" She innocently asked.

"Nothing…."

"That's what I thought." Makoto smiled. She released the pressure she had and relaxed her hand. She laid the cloth over the bump and folded her hands together.

"So what are you going to do about Usagi?"

"Are you supposed to be Oprah or something?" Mamoru chuckled, but refrained after seeing the look the fierce woman had in her eyes, telling him that he may be getting something more than a bump.

"I don't know. I just want to see how far we go, I guess."

"Wrong answer."

"Hey, I do have feelings for her, but I'm not going to hurry things up. I'm want to let things happen however they do. Okay? So don't try to beat me up, I'm tired."

Makoto patted Mamoru's head and said, "You're going back to sleep? Usagi will be so disappointed, she was looking forward to being with you today and she said something about feeling bad about what she did…"

"Fine, I'll get up." Mamoru growled. Makoto tried to keep her face in check, but had a hard time as Mamoru was still having difficulty walking in a straight line and frequently crashed into a variety of objects, including a desk and a curtain that he had mysteriously tangled himself into.

Makoto got up and picked several things out of a nearby cabinet and placed them on the bed. "Here's some clothes for you to wear. I doubt you want to wear the same thing twice."

"Why do you have Nephy's clothes? If you ask me, that's a little suspicious."

"Well, I'm not asking you," Makoto snapped while concealing her red face, finally defeated by the valiant Mamoru. She retreated out of the room and her steps could be heard on the stairs.

Mamoru smirked and put began a confident stride to the bathroom. Unfortunately, he was blocked by another desk, two chairs, and oddly a vase.

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Usagi sat at the table in the kitchen, inhaling the wafts of coffee that floated above her cup. She stared at the checkered tablecloth, wondering how many of the checkers were yellow and how many were white.

"Usagi?"

Usagi looked up to see a hesitant Ami resting a hand on the doorway. "What's wrong?"

"Um-that is- well…." Ami kept her eyes on the ground. Usagi raised her eyebrows. Although Ami was not one of the most bold or talkative of people, she knew that Ami wouldn't be this nervous if it wasn't for something serious.

"Ami…you can tell me..." Usagi rose out of her seat and was about to walk over to her blue-haired friend when Ami began to sob.

"It's about Zoi….I don't think the wedding is going to happen!" Ami cried, her body slumping to the ground. Usagi quickly got to her side and wrapped her arms around her dear friend.

Makoto walked into the kitchen to see two of her closest friends crouched at the doorway of the kitchen, the sun's rays shining on the checkered tablecloth.

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Mamoru finally had reached the bathroom where another battle had begun. He looked at his face in the mirror and saw dark patches under his eyes. His usually perfect hair was untidy and a cowlick was raised in the front of his head. He glared at it then put a large amount of saliva on his palm and patted the hair down. He counted to ten and then released it. The cowlick was still thriving. Mamoru narrowed his eyes further.

After a furious struggle, the cowlick was down, but that particular piece of hair was matted with saliva. Mamoru ignored it. He then proceeded to his face. "Man, what kind of pills did they pop in me last night?" He remembered waking up for a brief moment to see Usagi's worried face before blanking out. At the reminder of Usagi, he washed his face, did his business, and returned to the bed in a relatively straight path. He viewed both the shirt and the pair of jeans that Makoto had selected. The jeans seemed to be able to fit him fine, but the shirt had words that said, "Kiss the Chef's boyfriend" He stared at it for a period and then wondered how his male friend was allowed to wear that. Makoto could be quite intimidating. Nevertheless, he pulled the shirt on and buttoned the pants on.

He had a last look at the room, which he guessed was the guest room, and headed downstairs. When he reached the kitchen, he saw two things happening at once. He saw Usagi holding Ami on the floor and was going to go see what was wrong when he heard a noise. He adjusted his gaze to the front and saw Makoto pacing around the room, cracking her knuckles in random intervals, and grumbling incoherent phrases. He decided he would see Usagi first. She was his girlfriend after all. They had actually just started dating again, but no one had to know about that. He hurried to Usagi.

"What's wrong?"

Usagi looked at Mamoru and motioned him outside. He took the hint and walked into the living room. Usagi took her hands from around Ami and silently walked outside with Makoto. Ami had fallen asleep. Usagi sat on the couch with Mamoru and Makoto continued to pace, but stopped muttering in case of Ami waking up.

"It seems that Zoi pressured Ami about having sex again and Ami got really angry. They both started to fight and Zoi left and didn't come back all night."

Mamoru had the urge to crack his knuckles as well. "What a jerk…" He stood up and walked to the door. Usagi gave him a confused look. "I'm going to go find him and snap some sense into him. Don't worry." Mamoru replied and winked before shutting the door.

Usagi held herself from revealing a wide grin that reached from one side of her mouth to the other. She sunk into the couch and watched Makoto make menacing gestures with her fists.

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Yay, I have something written. I'm supposed to be getting ready to sleep, but I really felt like writing. So I sat and sat and stared at the comp. But I did it! More to come and probably a chapter or two for my newer fic and maybe on of my older ones if I really feel like it. Please enjoy!