An: Before I start this chapter I wanted to point out that in the last chapter Mamoru wasn't cheating on Usagi with Ami. One: they weren't dating, they were friends. Two: Mamoru was telling the truth, Ami did just accidentally fall on top of him and it just look to Usagi as if they were in a compromising position. I thought that if I used Ami instead of Rei that people would automatically know that Ami would never.. I mean, come on its Ami.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.

Story Twenty-Three: Skeleton Liar

Summary: Take episode 83, shaken, stirred and not to mention twisted.

An: A little change, Mamoru and Usagi have yet to make up from their horrible, rating grabbing gimmick, anime breakup.

Rated: M; notice the lack of ish

Genre: Angst/Romance/Comfort

Warnings: Mature sexual themes

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Despair saturated, overpowering her own perfect blend of a sugary pop essence; pressing closer to her bare skin he inhaled it, tasting it on her trembling lips and while he ran the tip of his tongue down, down, down, it seemed to have penetrated his very soul.

Oh heavens, just what had he'd done?

Life's potter-like hands had shaped her wrong, damaged. Now he could only pray that these infected digits would be sufficient in the reconstruction.

She'd come to him, his little piece of perfection: Usako. Adorned in the appearance of a broken down marionette, was she. Dull, empty eyes did not greet, did not sparkle as she spoke. "You lied," She whispered into the still night's air.

The statement had been spoken more in acknowledgment rather then accusingly as he thought it should sound. "It was necessary," He replied rather breezily, trying desperately to suppress the effect her very presence was having over him. "What are you doing here?" He inquired, voice gruff.

"I'm so tired," Usagi paused when her voice trembled, taking a moment to regain her resolve. "Of being alone, I thought you might be feeling the same." Boldly she slinked her way across the room, propping herself up onto the mahogany desk while her listless orbs were set on the ornate wall.

Silence engulfed, tension tightened around the duo to the point of suffocation. Parting her lips to revoke the blatant offer she was silenced thoroughly when his hands descended upon her. Skillfully he cupped her locket and in a flash of blinding light she was bare surrounded by pink ribbons.

He dared not to utter a single syllable instead with bated breath he pulls her thighs to the desk's edge before his lips descend upon her.

Usagi threaded her ungloved fingers through silky strands of his lavender tinted hair, small mews escaping past her plump lips. Hastily she bites down on her inner cheek in prevention of crying out the name of the man she loved, truly adored.

Without feeling an ounce of regret Usagi tried to stifle the acknowledgment that this wasn't her Mamoru. She was stealing. Pure, undiluted desperation had sought out the need for a substitute to fill the gnawing, ever-growing hole in her chest.

Through the haze she found herself completely unaware of a pair of violent seas that which could be best described as eyes that caught her every movement through a small opening at the gigantic double doors.

Mamoru felt sick.

How had this happened?

Trembling, angry limbs mechanically led Mamoru into the comforting darkness a marble pillar's shadow could provide. 'That bastard,' Rage fueled tones resounded in his mind and he found himself unconsciously biting down on his knuckle to prevent the screams from making their escape.

'He had to have known,' Red faced Mamoru recalled the projection of his own damnable future-self's suggestion that he searched for Usagi in the west wing of the palace when he inquired of the missing girl's location.

Mamoru felt like a damn fool.

"Thank you," Every muscle in his body stiffened upon hearing a voice much akin to the sound of bells filling up the empty hallway. Shutting his eyes tightly Mamoru hugged the pillar to keep himself anchored in place as the faint sounds of footfalls disappeared down the hallway.

Reopening his eyes Mamoru found himself eerily shocked upon seeing the perfect reflection of his own orbs staring back at him. King Endymion crossed his arms over his broad chest, "One day-"

"-Please, don't say that one day I'll fuckin' understand because I swear I'll rip your throat out." Mamoru snapped, angry moister building up at the corner of his eyes.

King Endymion nodded his eyes seemingly unapologetic as he proceeded, unaffected. "One day, you'll truly lose her, you've just had a taste of that loss while I have to stare at her frozen corpse every single moment of the day-"

"-That doesn't justify, doesn't give you the right to steal my Usagi!"

"But, fortunately for you, the day you lose her has yet to come," King Endymion continued, ignoring Mamoru's outburst.

Mamoru blinked, a small laugh escaping past his dry lips. "You don't," He paused. "You can't expect me to just go to her-"

"-Yes," King Endymion interrupted. "Mamoru, I do." Bitter tones filled the still air, "You aren't actually dumb enough to believe that she wanted me, do you?" He chuckled, cupping his younger self's cheek. "So, this is what it's like to stare into the eyes of a blind man." With one final vinegar laced laugh the King turned away, disappearing through a set of double doors.

Gritting his teeth together Mamoru angrily stomp down the empty hallway, tightening his fists at his sides.

First thing he was going to do was grab Usagi, burn her Sailor Moon uniform and then force her to wear a burlap sack for the rest of eternity, so that no one, not even his other self would be able to see her bare body.

Then he was going to…

His thoughts were cut off by the sounds of screams, using his superior, superhero speed he was able to make it into the entry way of the main room just in time to see Chibi-Usa being caught in Sailor Jupiter's arms from her almost lethal descent from the ceiling.

Mamoru's heart constricted painfully in his chest upon seeing Usagi struggling in the forced embrace of an unknown white haired man.

"I wanted to kill two birds with one stone, but as long as I can get a hold of you, I will be quite satisfied." The white haired man spoke into the now toxic air before disappearing with his beloved Usagi.

"Son of a bitch!" Mamoru screamed, fists clenched at his sides.

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An: Sorry, its almost eleven and my usual bedtime is eight -side note: see how I sacrifice for you, so you leave me reviews!- so I don't have time to individually thank you, sorry. But, thank you for your kind reviews! Oh! And yes, I meant for this one shot to be a really f-ed up, lol. Before anyone asks, because I didn't make it clear, they didn't do it, he just gave her a really long kiss, downstairs.

Oh!

Here, I wanted to share with you guys, remove the spaces (b/c sometimes FF is a tool) and you will be able to see one of my fav Usagi and Mamoru scene.. I love how Usagi looks at him like WTF and just basically throws his macho bravery in his face at the end.

http :// www. youtube. com / watch?v=HE0sE50T9z8