AN: Enjoy! I will try and post again tomorrow :)

~ Chapter 2 ~

"I'll go first," said Minako, the life of the otherwise tame and quiet party. "Motoki!" she called his name with an evil look in her eyes. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he said and everyone playfully boo-ed. "What?" he said defensively, laughing all the while.

"Are you and Usagi really only friends?" she asked and Usagi made a noise in protest. Motoki turned red. "Yes of course!" then paused and wondered why he had answered so adamantly. He looked over to see Mamoru watching his every move. Oh right, that's why. Mamoru was in love with Usagi but wouldn't tell her.

"Only good friends," he reassured through a laugh as he took a sip of his drink. "Hmm…" he thought out loud, continuing the game. "Makoto, truth or dare?"

"Dare," she said bravely.

"Hmm… I dare you to call Umino and tell him you love him," he said laughing like crazy.

Makoto shrieked but none-the-less grabbed the cordless phone and dialled the operator and got his phone number. While waiting for him to pick up the phone, she gave Mamoru a mischievous smile to which he didn't understand until she began talking.

"Umino?" she asked into the phone, yet it wasn't her normal voice in which she was using. Her voice was deep and masculine… as if she was mimicking him.

"I'm in love with you," she said seductively into the phone. "I watch you everyday when you come into the arcade and sit in the back reading your books. I always want to go up to you and tell you how I feel but I'm too shy."

Mamoru lunged over the coffee table to tackle Makoto. He struggled to grab the phone but she was strong and fought him off well. He managed to grab the phone just as she screamed out.

"My name is Mamoru Chiba!"

Click.

Mamoru was red as a tomato and was glaring at Makoto. "You… you…how could you!" he said upset but at the same time a smile on his face showing her that he wasn't really mad. The seven of them were close friends. How that had happened over the past two years he didn't know since the girls had been Usagi's friends. Now they all were a group, not him and Motoki and them and Usagi but just one big group that cared for everyone in that group. The only exception being him and Usagi of course, who fought all the time, but even still, the rest of the group knew that they were close friends.

Makoto was bursting out with laughter along with everyone else. Finally Mamoru couldn't contain his laughter and burst out laughing as well. It was rather funny after all… he wouldn't be laughing however if it wasn't for the fact that Umino had no idea who he was. The only reason Motoki and Mamoru knew about Umino was from the girls' stories about him. Makoto took a sip of her rum and looked around the room.

This continued back and forth between the friends for a good half hour before the girls began to feel and act slightly tipsy. But that was when the true fun started. Now the questions got heated when they had their inhibitions lowered.

It was Mamoru's turn to ask a question. He looked over at the bright and somewhat friendlier Usagi who was sitting rather close to him and even touching his leg slightly with her toes. She was smiling at him enticingly as if she knew that he would pick her. He gave her a roguish smile, his eyes piercing into her soul.

"Who are you in love with?" he asked and there was an intensity in his gaze even though he tried to play it nonchalantly.

Usagi looked over at him and for a moment she didn't say anything. She just stared at him, her eyes unfocused, her smile still on her delicate lips. She took his breath away. It was almost as if she was telling him from that look and the pause that she loved him, but he knew this couldn't be true. Then again, he was lying to her about his feelings so couldn't she being doing the same?

"I'm in love with Tuxedo Kamen," she replied dreamily. Four gasps sounded as the girls stared at her and then quickly at each other as if she had said something she shouldn't have. Mamoru quickly returned his attention on the love-sick Odango before him.

He rolled his eyes. "I was serious Odango. I meant a 'real' person."

Usagi's eyes grew dark as she shot fire through them. "He is real!"

Mamoru frowned. That was not what he had meant. "I didn't mean real real… I meant someone you could actually date." He of all people knew just how real Tuxedo Kamen was.

Usagi returned to her dream-like state. "We could date," she continued, not thinking anymore, mostly due to her semi-intoxicated state but also due to her love for him.

"His… his arms are so warm when he holds me… he smells so good…" Usagi had her head against the back of the sofa and her eyes were closed as she mumbled. The room was silent as if everyone else was afraid to speak, waiting to hear what she would say next.

Mamoru was actually shocked that Usagi would be this… innovated in her condition to make up stories like this and seemingly really and truly believing in them. He, of course, knew that this was not true as he was Tuxedo Kamen and he had never held Usagi regardless of the fact that he had wanted to on so many occasions. Still… she was taking the fantasy a little too far and she wasn't answering his question. Even so, part of him was excited knowing that she wanted his alter-ego this badly. He smirked.

"Some fantasy she's living in," Mamoru chuckled to the rest of the group. Minako, Makoto, Ami, and Rei all laughed nervously and Motoki just laughed and patted his friend on the shoulder.

"Looks like you got competition my friend," he said jokingly, somewhat tipsy himself. Mamoru glared and hushed his friend, jerking away from under his touch. Last thing he needed was for Usagi to know that he liked her. And as ironic as it was, Motoki was right, Tuxedo Kamen was competition for him, regardless that they were the same person. Tuxedo Kamen wasn't who Mamoru was… he was just what he became in order to protect Sailor Moon.

"He's sooooooo sexy when he whispers in my ears and protects me from…" her voice trailed off as she passed out.

Mamoru sat there stunned, staring at her, unsure of what to think. She believed in her fantasy so much, that it was hard not to believe her. But he knew better. The rest of the gang began talking quietly amongst themselves as Mamoru rose.

"I'm… I'm going to step outside for a moment… get some air…" Mamoru said in a dazed look. Something wasn't right here… what she had said was bothering him, and not because he was jealous, of himself, but rather something else. He just needed to think.

The group nodded and continued the game as he stepped unto the balcony.