Blood trickled down her arm and bruises were developing in spots where it would be impossible to hide, littering her once-perfect skin. It was the price of being a senshi: throwing yourself in harm's way to save another. Sailor Moon's body ached as she slid down an alley way's dirty and graphitized wall. Groaning in pain, she allowed her ginzuishou's energy pour into her so she could heal faster. She would be exhausted the next morning, but at least she saved a person's life.
The young senshi sighed as she recalled the night's attack: youma attacking an innocent bystander and Sailor Moon, being the closest, ultimately throwing herself towards the victim causing her to be inflicted with pain.
"Usako, why didn't you inform me that you were hurt so badly?"
Reluctantly, she looked up to see Tuxedo Kamen kneeling beside her. With the mask, she couldn't see the facial expression he was wearing, but she knew it was of concern.
"I didn't want to worry you…" she winced as he pressed his hand on one of her slowly recovering wound.
A comfortable warmth radiated from where Mamoru's hand lay and her wounds quickly disappeared, leaving only soreness behind.
"Arigatou, Mamo-chan," she whispered and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "What would I do without you?"
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