adoore (Guest): I love writing the mamo and usa moments. As for a continuation…were thinking on it.
damonika2009: Diamond will be in as a senshi but since he won't have that connection thing with the other senshi he won't be at the battles often. Besides he's got to get a handle on his powers first and foremost.
LoveInTheBattleField: will do.
Prascymoon: Diamond wants to win her love naturally. He doesn't want to just take it or turn it like last time. so he'll try to win it. He still believes he's the better prince at the end of the day. As for Moon, her powers aren't weaker per say its just with her not wanting to use them to the fullest potential she wasn't giving in and becoming this supreme evil being with great dark powers. She is stronger than then but hasn't full ascended to her greatest powers yet. I hope that made sense…
xSapphirexRosesxFanx: not for long.
FyraBerkaan: You're not the only one. 'Shaydoe' did to. But I was like 'eh, I can't do that to him.'
mavebelikova (Guest): diamond being a problem…possibly. yes on more loving moments but still there will be heat to go along with it. A domineering Mamo is a HOT Mamo!
Bouowmx (Guest): Yes he will, but he maybe disappearing for a while so he can get a handle on he shift his body will be going through. It's not like wit the girls where he can transform he feels his powers all day every day. As for the philosophical point, it's the truth and people tend to forget that. I was just hoping to show viewers that yes evil comes in many forms but that it's the person that wields the weapon that should be feared, not the weapon.
AimlesslyGera: NO! No relation. Lol that'll be explained more but no relation for Usagi and Diamond. But yes the chaos effect is done with…
trish1573: OMG! Thank you! And I think for them it was forbidden due to its poor advancements as well as professional pride among other things.
NeoPrincessRini: thank you! Normalcy isn't over rated for them, they need it where they can get it. Diamond will be there for a while, I can state that much. But he is in a more opportune place, he will try to win her heart but that's it. He's not going to be forcing anything. He's learned his lesson and wants to honestly win it. Though we all know that won't happen.
divaofthenight07 (Guest): I have help from the great 'Shaydoe'!
silverfaerie91 (Guest): Possibly…
pandoraskiss (Guest): Well here's more for you.
moonbella09022 (Guest): soon my faithful viewer soon.
witchoftheforest (Guest): Chibi Usa will be back, I can guarantee that I've just written her a little further into it. Besides she didn't arrive till Kaolinite's death…her first death. As for the Queen and King, they will make an appearance…just not in the way you'd expect.
yamifangirl09 (Guest): A pregnant Usagi will probably be the very, VERY end of things. Right now she's just trying to graduate.
thunderkittty902 (Guest): here's your next ch/ep!
mizzladyoflondon (Guest): here's more
Wow 19 reviews! Let's see how many this one brings! Let;s see any additional warnings…a smut is in here and also an emotional tear jerker…depending on the person viewing. So you were warned! LOL
Sailor Moon S 'Rise of the Messiah' ch.14
It had been only a day since the last attack, Usagi's father insisted on her coming home. She conceded on the fact that perhaps he was ready to be okay with her and Mamoru. Mamoru wasn't to thrilled since it involved her leaving his place.
He had fallen into a very comfortable, content lifestyle with her being around so much. She had taken away the lonely silence that lived in his apartment and replaced it with the warmth of her presence and the sweet music of her voice. He had grown accustomed to having her around, brightening his days. But he knew her family still loved her very much and he knew how much that line of communication was needed for her.
He just couldn't wait till it would be time for her to spend her life with him as his wife, or his live in girlfriend at least. But he knew she wanted to make her relationship with her father work and wanted him to accept them both. He still thought she was a bit to idealistic about it but let it go hoping she was right. What the hell did he know about dealing with parent, anyways?
Helping her back to her parent's home that evening, the drive was uncomfortably quiet. He glanced over to her for the hundredth time. Taking in how stiffly she sat in the seat, staring almost mournfully out the car window. Absently watching the suburban landscape of Minato-ku scroll past. The light was fading away onto night, the horizon a dull slate grey that held no flare of brillant color. It was as though the day was merely exhausted, giving in almost eagerly into the darker tones of the falling night.
Usagi's reflection was somber, a dull resignation in her eyes. She may have spouted words of hope and faith that her father had finally come around several minutes prior. She had barely convinced him to let her go home without a fight. But right now those words felt hollow, now she was plagued by doubts and anxiety towards another argument to come.
Minutes later she stood before her white stone privacy fence, now merely staring at the front door. The door that once held warmth and welcome for her. Dressed in a pair of jean overalls with a white sweater underneath. Her lavender pea coat draped over an arm. While he stood supportively beside her. Patiently waiting for her to make the first step into her yard. Shuffling his sneaker's on the sidewalk. He adjusted his navy v-neck sweater over the hips of his black jeans and told himself he wasn't nervous.
Finally with a heavy sigh, she stood tall, shoulder's cast back bravely. Striding up her stone path towards the front door.
He deftly picked up her pink duffle bag from the ground and followed her up to the front door as he parents were both home, they could hear the television and their voices echoing out from the living room beside the humble entryway.
The sound of her mother's laughter, sent sharp stings of longing inside her. She sniffed softly, she truly was home sick. She loved living with Mamoru for all these weeks. She had consciously left several pieces of underwear and a couple outfits and pajama's in his drawers. Knowing coming home was not permanent. He understood the subtle reminder, of leaving her things behind, something he smirked happily at the thought of.
Then she opened the door and warm light from inside fell upon them. With one final sigh she stepped into the entry way with Mamoru directly behind.
Hearing the door Kenji quickly got his feet from his position on the plush brown couch. Moving into the archway to the main hall.
Mamoru had been setting her duffle down on the hall floor. When he straightened up he saw her father as he sent him a blank, expressionless face. Still struggling with him in his daughter's life and the fact that EVERYONE seemed to be on Mamoru's side and not his.
"Mamoru – san." He stated, albeit in a cold manner but it was better than 'get out'. "Mr. Tsukino – san." Mamoru bowed, merely in respect of being in the man's house. The two men stood their ground as Usagi felt oddly in the middle. If he makes one wrong statement towards me I won't be held accountable for my tongue Usako.
Mamoru warned her mentally. He won't, mama said so. She hoped. However Kenji could only hold his tongue for so long, much like his daughter, he to had trouble keeping peace when it meant he couldn't say how he felt on the matter.
It was like bottling up feelings and for a Tsukino it usually wasn't a great thing. They had their boiling points to reach and Kenji was reaching his already. "I'm glad your home Usagi…while Rei – chan was nice to let you sleep over, you do belong here with your family." His ending words clearly directed at Mamoru, insinuating many unseemly things in his pointed stare as Mamoru found himself biting his lip.
DON'T! Papa is just looking for a reaction!
Mamoru held his tongue at her mental warning.
"Papa!" she admonished, "Rei – chan is like any of the other girls to me, their like sisters. Family to me." she iterated. Kenji merely nodded, "I understand she and the others are like family but, there not." Once again his eyes were looking at Mamoru. "Papa, Mamo – chan's like family to me to." She said it so low both men hardly heard her. It was the slight meaningful smile that graced Mamoru's lips that confirmed to Kenji on what his daughter had said.
Before anything more could be said Ikuko came out, "Oh good Mamoru – san you're here! Join us for dinner I insist!" she gave no room for argument heading towards the dining room as Kenji muttered something none to pretty under his breath, following after her. Usagi rolled her eyes, at her father. As Mamoru smiled knowingly down at her, taking her hand in his.
This is going better then I hoped.
His sarcastic comment garnering a short bitter laugh from Usagi.
Mamoru entered the dining room spotting Shingo sitting at the table, ready for food. "Oh goodie, Mamoru – san's here. It's going to be dinner and a show!" He joked, his laughter cut short as Ikuko smacked the back of his head with her handy, dandy, spatula. Mamoru seriously wondered if she carried it everywhere with her, tucked away in some sub space pocket or something. It really seemed to be her weapon of choice.
"Joke mama, joke." Shingo muttered, rubbing his head ruefully. Casting a disgruntle frown.
When everyone sat down for dinner Mamoru noticed the daggers that Kenji would send his way every so often. But no one said anything. He noticed at one point Ikuko tried to nudge her husband but he was relentless. Usako, I've never been so openly hated before. Your father will never relent when it comes to me. I've had people jealous over me, i.e. because I have you but, this is ridiculous.
Please just a little while longer he can't glare at you the whole evening…
Cringing she then noticed for herself how nasty her father's looks were directed squarely at Mamoru. Clasping his hand tighter under the table, wanting to give him support and perhaps anchor him to his seat so he couldn't leave.
Well perhaps he can...Gomen Mamo-chan...
After ten straight minutes of it Shingo broke the tension only to end up creating more, "So Mamoru – san…I remember back a while ago when you saved me from that arcade monster in the Virtual Reality thing that you were able to fight pretty well. You think maybe you could teach me sometime?" it was something that made Kenji snap. "I'm sure he has more important things to do rather than teach a kid about something he doesn't even do professionally." Shingo shied back into his seat, his father's tone intimidating him.
Before Mamoru could tell him that he would try and make time. Kenji muttered, "Probably learned those fighting moves in some street gang anyways."
Mamoru grit his teeth, now having lost his appetite placing his chop sticks down beside his plate, his jaw working to hold back defending himself. While Usagi's eye's flared wide in horror. Her father was as bad as before, she would not stand for it! Ikuko again tried reason with Kenji, to get him to knock it off but he wouldn't relent, "It does make me wonder though?" He looked over to Mamoru with a pensive questioning look, "Is that in your back-round? Is that how you were so quick to try and save Usagi yesterday?"
He had already told Ikuko about the monster attack, as she had rubbed muscle pain reliever on his back from where he had been impacted against the tree. "I would do anything to protect Usako, no matter the risk. She means everything to me. I've never met someone even a little bit like her. She's a treasure to me." Mamoru hoped it would be enough for the man, concerning his fighting back ground.
Well that and he was not up for going into any kind of detail, since it would mean he had to tell them about being tuxedo mask and his remembrance of fight training as a prince in his past life with his guards. "Yeah well it's NOT your job to protect my daughter. She's my daughter, my responsibility." Kenji stated with stern passion in his tone.
Mamoru got some of it now, Kenji felt like he was being replaced in his daughters life. That she no longer needed him. "Tell me Mr. Tsukino – san, why is it you feel so negatively towards me when you practically shoved Usako towards Di – san when he was here? He and I are about the same age yet you seem to have so much loathing for me. "
"Di was from polite society, he had good job and was going places." Kenji answered, staring him straight in the eye. As if daring him to counter his statement.
"With all due respect sir, I AM going places!" Mamoru blurted out, his voice sounding far more appalled then it needed to be. "I have just finished my freshman year at college and have applied for my first term in Pre-Med studies. Honestly my biggest trouble is figuring out a way of gaining your acceptance. At the very least to gain your tolerance." Mamoru admitted, his brow now furrowed.
Wondering why the hell he had instigated this pissing match when it came to Diamond while speaking to Usagi's father of all people. She loved him, chose him. He shouldn't feel so jealous and unsteady over a man who's whole life here on earth had been a total fabrication.
Kenji pursed his lips, the honest comment putting him in his place. As Mamoru narrowed his eyes a bit, "Or is it because you feel I'm taking over a portion of your daughter's life you once filled? Her protector." He finished, watching the older man cringe. Highly satisfied he hit the nail on the head. He smugly leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, taking Kenji's measure.
As Kenji stood up, "Get out of my house!" he seethed.
Mamoru stood up as well, staring the somewhat shorter man straight in the eyes. Refusing to back down or give him an inch. "With pleasure. Besides, I think I have my answer." It had nothing to do with Diamond. Kenji felt unneeded and replaced by the man and he didn't like it one little bit.
Mamo – chan!
Usagi called to him, scrambling to leave the table too. "Usagi!" her father yelled, a tone that left no room for argument, "You walk out of that door don't even think about coming back!" He bellowed, all reason flying right out the window as he lost himself to his rage.
"He will only break your heart again..." He added bitterly to himself, his thoughts racing as he glowered bitterly down at his sleeper clad feet.
He couldn't let go...and now she was running from him. She was going to make the worst decision of her life by choosing Mamoru. But perhaps he needed to let her learn for herself that this Mamoru Chiba was no good. She was being so stubborn and illogical, perhaps she needed to learn things the hard way. Grinding his teeth he roared out to her, his heart shattering upon his own cruel words.
"I don't want to see your face again, unless it's because you two are no longer together!" he shouted.
She froze out in the hall, her eyes watering with held in pain and regret. As both her and Mamoru heard him they were both stunned by his callus demands.
"Usagi honey he didn't mean it, he's just upset, go on. You'll always be welcome at home." Ikuko stood sadly in the dining room's archway, wringing her hands in her apron as Usagi turned around completely shell shocked by her father's words.
"Why don't you try and come back Tuesday? Your father and I need to have a good long talk about this. It's just to out of hand." Ikuko nodded towards her duffle on the floor. Both Usagi and Mamoru agreed as they left quietly together.
Ikuko was beyond mad at her husband's words, "Shingo, bed, now."
"Ain't gotta tell me twice." He scattered, not bothering to try and hear the argument. The deathly calm tone in his mother's voice spoke volumes.
Kenji stood proud, looking down at his wife, with a heavy heart.
"If you want to be back in our bed, if you want our daughter back in her childhood bed then listen up!" her tone turned near deadly.
His face slowly began falling from its perch of pride, landing somewhere quite close to fear. His wife didn't truly get this upset unless he had crossed a line, "I love you, very much…more than words could ever express…but, if you don't wise up and see that all your doing is making things worse then it'll be done and over with before you know it. Usagi has a boyfriend, get over it! He protects her as HE SHOULD! Get over it!" she began her rant only just starting.
"He loves her and is working his ass off to ensure she's stable financially and educationally in the future. Accept it and move on before she decides to move out and NOT deal with an irrational, stubborn ass of a father." Kenji lowered his head in resignation as she took a deep breath.
His pride had gotten in the way of his rational mind. No child should be cast out, poor choices or not. He had been treating her horribly by not giving Mamoru a second chance. He just wanted to protect her from more harm.
His wife was right and he knew it. He took his leave, walked over to a picture of her before the stairs, from when she was eight. He had her sitting around his neck as she played with a flower in her hand. Then he looked to the pictures of her growing up. Ages 10 through 15 were up on display. She really had grown up and he felt badly that even as he had been there, he hadn't noticed it much. Still having this little girl mentality that she was his precious bunny. Now she was someone else's precious one. He got an idea into his mind.
Going up stairs at a swift jog, his wife watched him from the dining room archway with a knowing smirk. He looked to be in deep thought, as if finally he was coming to his senses. She didn't bother him, allowing his time to ponder his rash, careless actions. Sometimes she wondered where Usagi got, her hot temper and stubborn will. Now she remembered where. Her ever overly protective yet loving father.
He used the opportunity to duck into Usagi's bedroom. He took a good gander around and saw how she was maturing even around her room. The little toys that once lightened up her room from him, now hid away or were stored away. The childish trinkets that once were prized on her desk and bookshelves missing, her dresser now cluttered with the items of a woman. A jar of potpourri, hair pins, brushes and a solitary picture frame. Her vanity scattered with makeup and tins of skin moisturizer.
It was the couple in the frame that caught his eye. Picking it up he saw the pose of Usagi and Mamoru. The way his arms wrapped tightly around her, the glow they both had in their eyes for one another, it brought him to tears as he sat on her bed, picture in hand. He looked around again and saw how not only her room was more mature looking but that it was much cleaner than it used to be.
Ikuko walked in and saw his sullen face, "You finally getting it now?" she asked. Wearing her bathrobe and house shoes she sat down next to him on their daughter's bed. "She's really not my bunny anymore is she?" he asked, near mournful of losing his little girl. It was like a part of who she was had died and been replaced by someone he couldn't relate to anymore. No one to pick up and play with.
"You knew this day would come." She tried to reason.
"I know but it wasn't supposed to be this fast!" he tried, denial in his voice. Minutes passed, a heavy silence accompanied them.
"He saved her yesterday…" he mumbled. Ikuko looked to him with sympathy, "After I got thrown against that tree he came in out of nowhere and saved her. Used himself as a human shield to take the brunt of attack, if his speed hadn't been enough. I was grateful and pissed off at the same time." he stated honestly.
Ikuko looked strangely at him till it finally clicked, "You think she'll no longer have a use for you being there don't you?" She reasoned, as he nodded at her startling query. "Honey, Usagi will always need her papa. That will NEVER change, but treating Mamoru – san like dirt isn't going to help."
Her words had him pouting, "No, but it makes me feel better." He commented defiantly.
She sweat dropped, "I think you need to talk to Usagi about this and tell her the truth of how you feel." He looked somberly up to her. "But, I really don't like Mamoru – san though. I can't help but think that he'll teach her things she shouldn't – that I don't want her to know about." The things he didn't want her to know about truly ever crossing his mind. He liked her as a sweet innocent rabbit.
But just like other animals rabbit to are curious. "That he is just going to hurt her again like he did before." He iterated. Treading on careful grounds here, "Honey…she has forgiven him. If he is the man she'll marry, which I believe he is…then as long as he's the ONLY man that teaches her things then I do not see anything wrong with that." Ikuko sighed, thumping his shoulder with her own. He needed to lighten up a bit, in concerns to Mamoru.
Kenji looked to her in horror, "But…but…" he tried, she knew she'd need to shut him up on the issue…at least for now. "She's not THAT young anymore. Hell she had sex education nearly a year ago. I know you know that. I think if she manages this early graduation which seems like it just might happen, the first thing she'll do is move in with him. You look at that picture and you tell me you see doubt in them." She demanded suddenly.
He looked and opened his mouth but nothing would come out. Ikuko left the room only to say, "You can come back to bed but, you need to seriously look at things differently and see your daughter for the woman she's becoming." She demanded kindly, closing the door softly behind her form.
Kenji sighed and put the picture back on the dresser. It was then that he saw tucked by her pillows a red rose, much like the one he saw before. A gift he knew, from Mamoru to her. She obviously treasured it even though she slept with it. Leaving her room Ikuko herself wondered if Kenji was finally seeing things for what they were. It's why she let him back in their bed that night. To give him something to sleep on.
Meanwhile Rei was on a date with Yurichio as she was giving him a tried and true shot to be her boyfriend. Dressed in her finest wine red dress, with white stockings and black pumps. She had a short white fall jacket hanging open for added warmth.
The slacker she once knew seemed gone as he seemed to have matured looking dapper and well put together for once. His baggy wrinkled jeans replaced by smart looking black dress pants. The old worn out white t-shirt thrown away she hoped. Now sporting a white button up dress shirt with a crisp black jean jacket over top. Striding beside her with a strong self-assured air that drew the eye of passing women. Which made Rei consciously slip her hand into his, making him chuckle softly at the less the subtle act of jealousy and possession.
His body now more muscular then toned, from his time spent training with her grandfather. He had been hoping that someday he would be able to marry Rei and convince her grandfather of it. He knew the old man wanted a strong, successful businessman to take care of Rei so he had been working hard to gain that approval from him.
For Rei he would do anything to get her as his. As they made their way towards the hottest ice cream shop in Azabu, he spotted Mamoru and Usagi as the raven haired man was walking hand in hand with her up the adjacent sidewalk. Pulling her into the shadow's between buildings for a romantic, passionate kiss. No one paid them any mind as he mouthed what he yearned to do to her back at his place. Yurichio had been no fool to them together. Though grandpa had been completely blind to it the last time they visited the temple.
Having listened in on the meeting they had he knew what was going on, on the super hero side of things. He was worried and tense, wanting to enjoy the evening with Rei but unable to pull his mind off the threats she now faced. He discretely paid Rei a concerned glance, as they moved past the lover's now leaving the alley. Passing Mamoru and Usagi a final look over his shoulder, as he watched them leave for his car. Parked further down the brightly lit commercial street.
Earlier that afternoon before the inevitable dinner at the Tsukino's brought Mamoru and Usagi to the temple. She was still dressed in her school uniform and he in a grey suit and tie. Both headed straight over after classes. Seeing grandpa Hino, sitting cross legged in his priest's robes upon the veranda. He was sipping a cup of tea and contemplating the dull grey sky above the Torrii. Usagi waved him off as Mamoru went to talk to the old man.
"Gomen a sai for the lateness of the hour." He mended in apology. Feeling he needed to acknowledge the head of the temple as it was only polite considering Rei wasn't in charge around here just yet.
Grandpa Hino patted Mamoru on the back, as the young man sat down beside him. "Oh no worries, I rather like having such a strong, male around here. You know my granddaughter is a very beautiful girl, she could use a strong man like you to be her husband. You could take over the temple with her." Mamoru gave a polite smile, "Gomen, but I have a girlfriend. Usako or to you and her friends Usagi – chan. The odangoed blonde?" he amended with a warm yet humorous smile. As the old man was looking somewhat confused.
Yurichio and Rei were already comfortably hanging out in her room a little further down the wooden porch. Her divider was open allowing the cool breeze to air out her room. He was sitting by the divider, also watching the brooding sky, while Rei puttered around tidying up. He could hear Mamoru's conversation with the old man clearly. At first Yurichio had been upset and angered with a tinge of jealousy.
Then he heard Mamoru's words and knew the man was true as to his love with Usagi as he was to Rei. Grandpa Hino looked stunned, "But, I thought you were dating my granddaughter? Well at least once." He amended with a laughing smile. Ducking his blushing cheeks into the half gone tea cup.
Mamoru gave a half assed smile, "I hadn't really considered it dating. We really just hung out as friends…a lot." He felt embarrassed really, even back then some weird part of him felt like he was cheating on Usagi and he hadn't even known why. To clueless at the time to realize the ebony priestess was literally throwing herself at him.
He had refused to allow himself to feel jealous feelings over the boy in Usagi's class Umino who at the time had a crush on her. Falling back on poking fun at her, trying to gain her attentions. He knew he had handled it badly but that was then and he knew he had to set it straight with Rei's grandfather. "Rei – chan's a good girl, but I love my Usako….with all my heart. I plan to marry her one day, sir."
As bad as it was he had already dreamed several times, none including the nightmare version thankfully, of getting married to her. Though he wouldn't tell that to anyone, nor would he divulge the numerous fantasies of their wedding night. Some of them even including tying her up in her own hair. He mentally shook his however wanting to keep it secret even from Usagi so that he could surprise her when the night came.
"But, I…perhaps you are correct. Rei – chan did seem a bit head strong when it came to seeing you." The old man stated, now wondering how deluded Rei had been, when she had the hot's for the dark haired man.
Even Mamoru had to admit she had been stubborn and insistent. "I think she would be happy with Yurichio – san." Mamoru suggested, making the young man in question now shift, "Him?" her grandfather asked, eyebrow's raised high as if this was sudden news to him.
"Hai, he loves her, that's as plain as day. And I feel she's falling for him, but things in her past make it hard for her to let someone in and trust and love them. Like her father." Mamoru stated, remembering Usagi mentioning it.
"Hai, bastard!" her grandfather muttered, before saying a silent prayer for his curse. What father dumps his daughter off to be raised by his wife's father at the age of five?! Barely two months after his wife's death. Then has absolutely nothing to do with her, as if she was some dirty secret he wanted locked away in some temple. The fury he held for the politician was as deep and fathomless as the ocean.
"If you want my advice, give Yurichio – san a shot, he hasn't disappointed you so far. If anything he's changed and grown since being here. Let him win your granddaughters heart." Mamoru suggested before leaving off. Yurichio ducked out of sight. Seeing the old man contemplate it before he gathered his feet and went back inside the temple.
Now here he was, several day's later. Finishing a wonderful meal with her in a small trendy French cafe, a casual one. Lounging in his side of the wooden booth in a pair of comfortable jeans and white t-shirt with a black leather vest. That made him look somewhat like the rock star he had once been. Admiring his girl, who was dressed quite smart in a pair of shapely jeans and a thin white dress shirt untucked with a dark plum colors short sweater overtop.
Glancing around the packed restaurant, he caught sight of Mamoru in an intense and passionate lip lock with Usagi. In a far booth, tucked in the corner of the establishment. The sight alone was enough to tell him why the couple choose the booth back here. Mamoru himself was dressed in dark colors which was his preferred tone, of black pants and a navy polo sweater. While his opposite, his Usagi was in a white and red plaid dress with a cute frilly apron front. She was the embodiment of all things sweet and cute.
They complimented each other so well, being so different it was quite unique how they just seemed to fit together. Like vanilla and dark chocolate. Both bitter and sweet, light and dark it just seemed like Destiny.
Looking towards Rei he saw how animated she was about the topic at hand. Being a business woman it was obvious that she felt great passion towards it and he would do whatever it took to support her in her dreams. Grateful that he was in a booth now, taking a page out of Mamoru's book. He got his nerves together and slipped over by her and took her face gently into a passionate kiss as well.
It wasn't as heated since they were in a restaurant but it got the desired result. A tiny moan from her mouth and her interacting lips told him of his wise choice while his hand gently but firmly cupped her face. A silent gesture of possession and dominance. Something Rei found enticing within him, her body responding to him in the most arousing of ways.
When he broke the kiss he saw her flaming red face. He smiled appreciatively, glad that he was able to make her blush so intensely. "Kami…" she whispered. "Not in public..." she chastised with a giggle. Then thought better of it and without further thought, driven by the moment, she kissed him just as passionately as he had her. He mentally thanked Mamoru as the man had given him courage, without even knowing it. For Rei it was heaven. She was letting herself enjoy and feel love once again and it was bringing her amazing results.
For years because of her father she was unable to let men in her life get to close. Her grandfather an exception. It was also why it took her forever to gain the recognition at her school that it did, her higher than thou attitude, something she refused to believe came from her father, usually got her into as many arguments as it did trouble. People loved to admire her at her school, or loved to hate her. Either way she was popular, it was something she lived off of as well as despised.
It reminded her of her father, always in the public eye. Always needing to watch how he acted, how he came off to others. His reputation more important to him then his family. Subtly she wished that she didn't have anything in relation to him. She hated him for his abandonment of her and her sick mother and his only ever use of her to have a 'loving family' aspect in front of the voters.
It sickened her to no end. The only picture of him that she had was of her mother and her, when she was but a mere child of four years old. The reason she kept it was so that she could have one thing she could point to, to say he did good.
She knew she got her looks from her mother, they were like mirror images of one another. Her higher than thou attitude, her knack for arguments, she knew deep down came from her opinionate political father.
She wished he would have another family already and stop pestering her to appear with him at functions when he did actually ask her. Several times he sent for her and she had to go cross country for a weekend here or there to dress pretty, act politely and nod repeatedly in respect. To smile and act the loving, dutiful daughter to a man she absolutely loathed, while reporters took pictures that thankfully weren't to popular in Japan before going back home.
Her only reason to actually go was that he was just as stubborn as she was. He would pester her at all hours of the day and night till she gave in. She just found it easier to go in and do it to get it done and over with. She couldn't wait till she was sixteen. She would emancipate herself from underneath him and cut off all contact. She wanted him out of her life for the little he had done for her or her mother's side of the family. He had long since put his political career first.
His love was fake, his need to have her by his side as a loving daughter was fake, she didn't need nor want that in her future. It was why she was giving Yurichio a chance. He was real, he was here and she knew he loved her beyond anything. She even wanted to tell him of her secret as a senshi. But her fears that he could get hurt crashed that every time. So now here she was kissing him, trying to emulate her feelings through the kiss. "Rei – chan, my fireball…" he whispered as an endearment.
She looked to him, loving his nickname for her, "I wish for you to be mine. Always." He blushed, then gulped, hoping he wasn't scaring her off with his feelings, "Hai, me to." She whispered back. Seeing the love in his eyes she knew he was the one for her. She started to tear up, not having felt anything this strong in seemingly forever. In fact last time she remembered feeling this much love was right before Jadeite was stolen from her in her past life.
She wouldn't let that happen again, she would protect Yurichio if it was the last thing she did…other than protecting the royal family. "Let's get out of here, I hear the park is beautiful this time of year."
He smiled, grateful she had reciprocated his feelings. She was his now and he would do anything necessary to keep her as his. Brushing some his long fringe out of his eyes, he slipped out of the booth. Allowing her to move ahead of him. Walking outside he pulled her out of the way against the front window and gave her another more subtle kiss. This one was spotted by Usagi as she smiled happily upon the couple. Engaged in a beautiful kiss just outside the restaurant.
"All feels right in the world right now." She remarked. The feelings of stress over her father gone for a moment as she saw the love between her friend and her one true love.
"Hai." Mamoru was quite glad too, glancing over his shoulder to admire the couple. Knowing that the young man loved Rei more than anyone else. "Since you'll be at my place for a few more days why don't we go shopping for food before heading back?" he suggested. Truthfully he wished for her to stay there permanently, but didn't want there to be bad blood between her and her father.
He wanted the man's acceptance to be in her life but had a feeling deep inside that the man would never relent. "I think maybe pasta for tonight." He looked down at her as she agreed, "Hai."
They walked back to the car several blocks away, having parked along the side of Juuban Park. Wanting to walk through the park area as they wanted to return to the scene of the last attack, hoping to find any remnants of the daimon that was unfortunately, completely gone. A wasted effort they knew, but Ami had wanted to see about it too.
Getting back to his place several hours later, they had run out of time to get groceries so post poned the shopping trip till tomorrow afternoon. Mamoru had offered to order in, as they entered the apartment.
"Oh let me!" Usagi asked, dashing to the cordless phone set on the kitchen island. "After all I will be here for a few days, might as well make myself useful." She commented lightly, snatching up the phone and retreating back into the entryway to gather the phone book from his hutch.
His gave her a gentle smile, he was really getting used to this domestic warmth with Usako. As she breezed past him, heavy book in hand he brushed his hand across her bum, tickling her sides playfully. He listened in lazy contentment to her giggles as he took his leave of the living room and headed down the hall to change, "Mamo – chan what do you want on the pizza?" Her sweet voice called out to him.
He laughed in understanding, his princess, forever thinking of others first. "Whatever you want!" he shouted back, getting some grey lounge pants on and a thin black t- shirt. He briefly wondered if Luna was getting fed up with Usagi never being home at night. She had technically been trying to get back in again but her father's refusal had been killing the chances.
Leaving their room he admired how her hips swayed as she walked in, prepping to change as well. "I'll be out in a minute." She told him. She didn't mind him seeing her change but the pizza would be coming soon and if he stayed the chances of hearing the pizza boy over their moans would be very low. As he walked out of the room she gave a gentle slap to his butt, retaliating for earlier. He looked back a bit startled before saying, "I'll pay you back on that one."
She only giggled impishly as he walked out, but not before darting backward in her direction to slap her ass, quickly giving it a good squeeze in the process. It was a childish thing mixed in with the lust to make her aroused and laugh all at once. Getting dressed in thin white sweat short's that just barely passed her bum, a pink spaghetti top that while loose at the end was form fitting around her breasts, as a final touch she slipped on her fuzzy pink bunny slippers.
Walking out she saw him lounging on the couch. Seeing her come in as he was nibbling on a chip, the chip stopped mid motion as his face gave her a saucy grin of approval. The look was cute and sexy without showing ridiculous amounts of flesh. It was casual and easy, not overdone and trying to hard. But then again, she didn't even have to try to get him to find her alluring. All she had to do was send him one of her seductive little smiles and he would get rock hard.
"When did you get that?" he asked, trying to keep himself controlled. The pizza man would be there in 15 minutes, he would not like an interruption mid sex session. "Oh this, it was in my duffle bag. I think I might leave it here though, for those hot summer nights that are stifling you know?" she remarked, knowing the effect she had on her boyfriend. She took a popsicle out of the freezer, grinning her intentions clear as she began gently suckling on the frozen fruit punch flavored treat.
The chip officially fell from his mouth when he heard the familiar suckling sounds in the kitchen. He turned his head slowly and saw the long languid licks of her talented tongue against the delicious frozen treat. "You're evil…" he groaned. She smiled around the popsicle before murmuring, "Tastes so good." Before taking it down her throat. Seeing it go all the way down his heart skipped a beat and he nearly jumped her right then and there as the doorbell rang.
Seeing her dart from the fridge like the energizer bunny running away from her captor, Mamoru said, "The money's on the counter." Figuring to get the plates ready at least, he slipped into the kitchen as she dashed for the door yen clutched eagerly in her small hand. He heard the conversation and wondered what was taking so long.
"Well at least I have a nice ending to my night." The pizza guy said, a nearly twenty something man. With mild looks and scruffy black hair tucked under a red cap, his matching uniform jacket was just a little tight around his heavy middle.
Usagi looked to him oddly, "I get to see a really pretty lady for my last run." He smirked, eyeing her up and down. A notion that didn't go unnoticed to Usagi. Smiling politely she said, "Arigato. Ja ne." Wanting to end this awkward and highly embarrassing moment.
Going to close the door he tried to block it, "You know I'm off in half an hour." He offered. It was then that Mamoru's towering form came into view. His one hand smoothly clutching her waist. The smooth pizza boys eyes widened in mingled shock and fear, "Why would my girlfriend care that you're off in half an hour?" Mamoru asked, his tone biting, cold and possessive. The pizza boy was no fool and made a bee line out of there, allowing Usagi to close the door softly. "I think you scared him." Usagi the pizza into the kitchen.
Mamoru cast the door a dirty look he wanted to do more than scare him, he wanted to castrate him. Some men just thought way to highly of their chances with a beautiful woman. He didn't know if was arrogance or plain stupidity that made them flirt so fearlessly.
(Ten minutes and half a pizza later we were both stuffed on the couch. "That was great." I iterated to him. He patted his stomach in indication. "It was." We both passed out for an hour before I could feel a telltale crick forming in my neck from my sprawled sleeping position. Getting up I saw how he had fallen asleep. Sitting at the other end, still in the same position, only now his legs were a bit wider from muscle relaxation.
Getting the devil in my head I eased down his pants just enough and began the delicate process of driving him insane with pleasure. Widening my mouth over the head, I began to massage his length with my tongue. He moaned and slowly woke up to find me down on him. I let him go with an audible pop, "Wanna come down my throat?" I asked sexily. Though part of me still felt incredibly shy saying these erotic things to him.
I had never had the urge to say these types of sexy things till Mamo – chan came into my life. Even before we were together I fantasized about him, though I was terrified to say anything to anyone, I knew I'd get ridiculed. Thinking such dirty thoughts was shocking alone but to tell someone…it would have definitely had several people gasping in shock. But with Mamo – chan, right here, just the two of us alone…it made it right.
"Usako!" he exclaimed, grabbing my head, trying not to force me down on him, "Oh Mamo – chan…" I hummed. He gripped tighter as I shoved my head down as far as I could go. My lips reaching the hilt of his shaft as he struggled not to ram himself down my throat. "When will you learn?" I asked mischievously, removing myself from his length. He looked up flabbergasted and even whimpered at me as I stood up.
"Usako?" he asked me in sudden fright as if I was just going to leave him in that painful state.)
I would never just leave him like that, torment... most definitely.
(As I backed up slowly. A coy smile to my face, I lured him seductively from the couch.
"You want to come down my throat, you'll have to catch me first." It was a sudden spur of the moment need I had. To be the bunny being chased by the hungry, or rather horny wolf. He got the game as he said, "Okay, but first things first…" he shucked off his clothes, "You need to get naked to." I shook my head no, "Nope, you need to earn your desert tonight. But…" I thought about it, "I will give you this." I turned around, still keeping my eyes on him as I slowly took off my shirt and revealed the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra.
I swear I felt him swearing in my mind as he then watched me use my shirt to cover my breasts up from the front. Smiling impishly back at him from the apartments large balcony windows. I lightly pulled aside part of the top, the act gave him a side piece to glance at me before he darted to chase me. Laughing wildly the whole time. It was then that I suddenly found fault in my so called brilliant decision to keep my shirt held against my chest.
It really didn't do a good job in letting me escape him any better. I darted left then right, as he dashed for me. I ended up behind the couch, which was a tactical mistake.)
I don't know why, but he seems to chase me back here quite often...
(Within a minute he vaulted over the couch and caught me, ripping the shirt from me, tossing it somewhere by the coffee table.)
It's only ever around you my heart pounds like this.
She told him, her mental voice breathless and husky. As her chest was heaving for air, blushing a soft pink from her cheeks straight down to her waist.
He smirked confidently, "And mine to you…my precious Usako." He claimed her lips as he ground his aching member against her writhing form. Her thin cotton shorts doing nothing as a barrier to the heat between them. "Kami…the things you make me wanna do to you…" he muttered, grasping a breast to suckle on as the other hand manipulated the other breast to his own will. She cried out in pleasure, arching and relinquishing her control to him.
Oh Mamo – chan! Quit teasing me!
She begged him, her finger's clenching tightly in his hair. He smiled knowingly and held her pinned firmly against the wall, "Usako, my sexy, sinfully sweet Usako…I haven't even begun to tease you yet." His voice was husky and low, his desires restrained only by a very thin matter of will. The words made her eyes go wide as he looked down at her, like a hungry man. His want and need for her strong.
Keeping eye contact, he pulled her sweat shorts down her legs in haste. The action and the way he stared her down so fiercely, wanting to see her every reaction made her want to jump him even more.
She didn't even think, only reacted to the sexy look on his face. Pinning her with his dominant look of love and lust as much as he was with his body against hers. She jumped up, aiming to wrap her legs around his waist, her shorts now dangling around an ankle, only to have him pin her legs with his own to the ground as he pushed her flimsy underwear aside, slipping his fingers into her slowly. She cried out in need for him. He stroked her insides with a will to not lose control until he had her coming.
Pleased to find her growing wet very quickly, the softest mewling sounds like a small kitten escaping her lips.
He started to feel her insides throb around his digits, "Please Mamo – chan!" she begged, trying to grind herself against his invading fingers. Seeking to intensify his stroking by rocking her hips. But he held her fast, preventing her from reaching that point just yet. Instead he toyed with her till he felt her at the brink with the overly sensitive build up. Pulling away he smirked as she was nearly hyperventilating.
"You want to come?" He asked silkily, as if was even in question. She didn't seem to hear him, the blood pounding loudly in her ears, the need pulsing like mad within her body.
Pulling his fingers away he heard her whimper in need, her lower body trying to move closer and find his fingers again, "Usako!" he said a bit louder, more commanding, getting her attention. She looked up to him, her eyes glazed over, lust and love heavy in them, but most of all, a need to sate them both. It was both demanding and submissive. It drove on his more primitive drives, the one that wanted to feel her muscles clench about his own as she called out his name to the skies above.
It was something only she had ever invoked within him. No other woman made him feel even close to this. Close to wanting to give in everything and let go of his desires like never before. He loved it.
"Fuck." He muttered under his breath. The need to draw it out any more, destroyed in that one lost and passionate look. His need to claim her over rode his need to torture her for making him chase her, despite the fact that he loved the chase. Grabbing her he threw her on the couch behind him. Her legs wide open over the couches edge. Legs parted, her inner core already a slick welcoming pink. Before she could even think about the change in position he hauled her lower half up and slipped inside with a ram.
She made a soundless scream as he began his motions. His intense grip left bruises on her hips they both knew but neither cared. It was a symbol of possession for him. It enflamed him to see the woman he loved, bearing marks from him. Marks that shouted 'I'm Mamoru, Chiba's and NO ONE can say otherwise!' to the world. Her legs wrapped around his hips in approval and held him close, as he rode her into the couch.
Seeing her fondle her own breasts, since he could not reach, not without falling over the couch himself, made him growl in lust. Her eyes were closed, basking in every jolt his thrust invoked. Pinching and massaging herself, trying to bring the euphoria of pleasure to a higher level.
Unconsciously making him jealous, he wanted to feel them to. Stopping he hauled her up and slammed her back into the wall. Keeping her most vital part secured against his own. She screamed in pleasure filled abandonment as his thrusts took on a faster rhythm. Grinding into her at the height of each thrust, making her own muscles clench about his member like a lifeline that only she was allowed to hang onto.
Feeling her inside's tremble about him in unmistakable intent he grit his teeth, doing everything he could to push her over but to hang on himself. Feeling her juices coating him, her voice screaming his name in such ecstasy nearly had him coming with her. Only his indomitable will preventing that from happening. Feeling her beginning to relax he felt himself able to go on once more as he pulled out before speeding up his pace beyond comprehension. She felt like a pleasure filled battering ram as he gave her everything he had.
It pleased her to no end that he let himself go with her, that he felt comfortable enough to do so, that in the end, only she would ever know his true power, mind, heart, body and soul.
Plus bonus, she got to truly let herself go and NOT be afraid of what he would think if she wasn't the sweet innocent Usagi everyone saw her as. That she could be a wild thing, eager and fearless in the bedroom. That she could be adventurous, yet safe under his care. Only he would know this side of her, to be able to be so free, just like this was a gift to her.
She felt him loosing rhythm as he sped up. So once more the devil was in her eyes. Pushing against the wall behind her she knocked him off balance as he fell backwards on the couch. His legs now draped over the arm rest, she impaled herself on his member as he slid his grip to her butt and slammed her down onto him with every stroke she made. She grinded herself into the root of his erection, breathing coming faster as if she were in a race.
He watched her bounce on his member, felt the rise himself, and even though he was not in a position to be able to bounce back other than momentum from the rhythm he wouldn't give it up for anything. She looked like a sexy little goddess, her hair around them both like a sunny aura of glistening gold. Her mouth repeatedly saying his name, a mantra on her lips as she rode him in a wave of pure blissful abandon, this time intending to take him with her.
It was the clenching of her inner muscles that robed him of anymore will power to keep going, to try and drag it out. Her muscles pulled at his member, demanding he fill her with his hot virile seed. Only the knowledge that she was on the pill did he NOT bother to stop the rhythm or pull out from spilling. She wailed in ecstasy, her mouth wide open in a large O, as she felt herself coming once more.
He saw her face and was only able to breathe in before he fell over the edge as well. Her butt clenched tightly within his hands, something he was sure to leave bruises afterwards, as he slammed and grinded her against his member while he came. His voice shouting out her name in passionate love.
As the last dregs of the orgasms left the couple she fell forward, slumping on his chest as he gasped for breath himself. Both were equally drained. Holding her close to him, his arms wrapped securely around her form, he kissed the top of her head. Her modest breasts pressed against his chest as her left hand curled near her face as she curled like a pleased cat upon his chest. Not even bothering to remove him from her, to content to leave the current euphoria surrounding her.
He bit his lip, trying hard not to tell her what was on his mind, blocking the thoughts from leaking through their shared link. In all honesty, he didn't want her to leave. Not in a few days, not ever again. His whole body, heart, mind and soul demanded she stay with him, her future husband. Not to go back to her childhood home and live out the rest of her school life there. He knew her parents wanted her back but he wanted her to stay. He wanted to see her every morning, to go to sleep with her every night.
The need for it all was nearly over powering his block on the link, or his will to speak up about it. His logical thinking was at war with every part of him, demanding its need of her while the logical side used the arguments of, 'Am I really going to tell her I want her to leave her family? Her father will never forgive her and may never let her back in. what if he banishes her from seeing her family again till she agrees to leave him?'
With that grim thought starting to clear up his selfish needs, the last clear thought that did cure his fantasy. What little help it did was, 'She'd never be able to forgive herself or me possibly if she could never talk to her parents or her little brother again.'
But there was another smaller side to him. The one that held a deeply seeded fear of her saying 'I can't'. 'I can't move in with you, I can't abandon my family.' He knew she'd never leave him, that she'd work every trick in the book to be with him, but how far would she go to stay with him while her father despised him? He feared her someday submitting to her father and letting go. He shook his head internally knowing she'd never do that and to think of it would be self-placed doubt that she didn't deserve.
No what he feared was her regretting her actions if she left and some part of her not only blaming herself but him as well for having asked it of her. Unless her father approved of him, he knew he would kick her out for disobeying him. She would stay cause no matter what she wanted to be with him, but her parents and her brother she would miss horribly. He could never ask that of her.
Not until her father became accepting of him in her life. Not until he didn't see Mamoru as a threat to his daughter. Not until he knew that no matter what Usagi was safe with him and that he would always be there for her. He'd never leave her. He'd already changed his university plans so instead of applying for the scholarship to the states. He would be studying at Tokyo University instead. It was still very prestigious but would be MUCH closer to her.
It was much better than traveling a thousand miles away from her. He couldn't bear it, not after everything they'd been through. Besides, he would be doing enough traveling he figured when they took over as royals. He had enough time for it in the future. Besides, yes he wanted to become a great doctor, to support Usagi and whatever family they would have, but it wouldn't make a difference if she wasn't there to share in his rewards for all his hard work. A phone call here or there wouldn't be enough for him.
He wanted more. It was why he had ached to tell her he wanted her to move in with him. He wanted to start their dream of family now. Kids could still wait another few years, give them a chance to be a couple. He wanted to enjoy his time with her as energizer rabbits before Chibi Usa would come along. Kids would come but for right now, he just wanted her with him every night. For now he made himself settle with the few nights he got to have with her. He wouldn't push things nor would he push her father any further.