I wasn't going to post today since I was initially only going to do 5 updates, but what the heck, it's Christmas! It will be my last daily update until Friday since I have to work on new chapters so I hope y'all stay patient with me.

This chapter will be dedicated to the lovely Querida Usagi~xoxo. And many more shout outs to prascymoon, 4evaSeddie, LoveInTheBattleField, Anne Heartwood, sazbelle, Mzmiami, HaiCamillaAnne and everyone else who has continued read and support this story.

Ultimately what I want to say to everyone is thank you all so much for the positive remarks and even the critiques. In the end, it will all only make me a better writer. So thank you, thank you all very much.

Also, Happy Holidays everyone! Ho ho ho!

(Standard disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters of which I am writing about. This story is an original that I wrote for fun and without compensation. All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.)

Two More Weeks

Chapter 4

Good News

*Mamoru*

When he'd first walked into the conference room looking for Motoki, he hadn't expected to find him there but for the sake of Reika's whining ass, he checked anyway. To not just find Motoki there, but Usagi as well was incredibly shocking. He could do nothing more than stare at her. She was the last person he was expecting to see.

He immediately squashed down the unexplainable hope he'd had of her possibly being here to look for him after he noticed her shock at his entrance. Clearly she was here for Motoki and that had been confirmed by the snippet of conversation he and Reika had walked in on. But still, to come all the way over to CINC headquarters just to get Motoki? It seemed too weird. As soon as Motoki clicked the door shut, he cleared his throat.

"So…" he took a step toward her. "How's it going, Odango?" He didn't want to straight out ask her what she was doing here, but he was quite curious to know.

"Fine," she replied surprisingly cool. "How are you?" she asked back. He nodded a couple of times.

"I'm doing good," he responded, trying to observe her reactions carefully as he stepped closer.

Oddly, he couldn't read anything off of her; she was acting as collected as he'd ever seen her and wondered briefly if these couple of months had been longer than he'd realized. There was no smile on her face nor were there any other signs that she wanted him any closer than he already was. But that only gave him even more initiative to find out.

"I can't imagine how hard it must have been not seeing me for so long." He knew the routine that would push them back into familiar territory. Usagi grinned at his comment. "But here I am."

"Who said I came here looking for you?"

"Why else would you be here?" he asked, taking a seat on a random chair and inviting her to sit beside him. She remained standing.

"Was that really Motoki's girlfriend?" she asked snippily, throwing him off with the change of conversation.

"Yes," he answered, wondering why of all topics they were talking about this.

Usagi said nothing more and walked around toward the back of the room. He could see that she was taking in the décor: the long mahogany oval table, the 30 or so well-worn leather swivel chairs messily arranged around it, the black and gold wallpaper and of course, the full wall of glass on the opposite wall, back-dropping the city below them.

In turn, he took the time to admire her fully as well. She was wearing a black, cropped jacket with a fitted, tan t-shirt underneath, dark-washed skinny jeans and flat ankle boots. She was as casual as he'd ever seen her and still looked as hot as he remembered. It had been a while since he'd thought about her—out of sight and out of mind, as the saying goes, but he was suddenly very glad for the reminder. She turned around and caught him watching her.

"This must be a nice place to work," she commented lightly, walking towards the large glass windowpane extending from one corner to the other behind the table.

Her silhouette against the sky was nostalgic. Their last time together had been a night full of memories he wouldn't forget. He went to stand beside her, but she neither turned nor acknowledged him.

"It's just fine," he said slowly. Why was she refusing to look at him? Their bodies were almost touching and his heart was thumping in his chest. There was something thrilling about being this close to her again. He leaned in closer to her ear. "Did you have a good summer?" he asked her quietly.

"I did," she replied evenly, finally turning around to face him. "How was your vacation?" Her gaze never wavered as she looked him directly in the eyes.

"It wasn't much of a vacation." Why did everybody always assume that? She nodded slightly and there was something about the force of her look that made him swallow hard.

Her lips were a subtle pink hue, parted just slightly, invitingly, and he couldn't contain himself. There was a playfulness that overcame him whenever she was around. He slowly inched closer to her face, his hands going up on the glass behind her. One of her hands calmly slid to his waist, her open palm resting against his abdomen. She wasn't pushing, but she was keeping him away. He welcomed the challenge.

"Why are you here?" he asked directly this time, searching her gaze for the appropriate answer. And whether he imagined it or not, he wasn't entirely sure, but her hand on him shifted just a tiny fraction, and it moved lower. That was all the reply he needed.

He pushed her hand off him and closed the gap between them, trapping her against the glass. Usagi was silent, her eyes fixated on his, her breath hitched deliciously. He bit his lip in anticipation; he definitely needed a reminder of a few things.

His mouth was just about to brush hers when she turned away. Her movement didn't completely register with him until a few moments later and he froze where he was, confused. She was still in his arms, but wasn't acknowledging him, looking the other way and avoiding his gaze. He backed off.

Clearing his throat and suddenly feeling like an idiot at her rejection, he hastily turned around so she couldn't see just how humiliated he was. He had no idea what the hell just happened. Had he mixed up his signals? No. He'd been sure he'd read her right. But then… huh?

"I haven't seen you in months, Mamoru," Usagi whispered behind him. He could hear the guilt in her voice and he really didn't want her making him feel worse so he put up one hand and turned around to answer.

"I know," he said, wishing he had a drink at the moment. It had been such a long time since someone had made him feel so stupid. Clearly, he'd been too cocky in thinking that they would pick up where they left off.

"We haven't talked since you got back," Usagi continued, "and I just…" He gave her a side-glance waiting for her to finish, but he knew what she was going to say. She assumed he'd lost interest in her.

"Moved on," he finished, trying to smooth over the tension by jokingly spinning it back to her. "I know your attention span is quite short, so it's perfectly understandable."

"You know that's not what I meant!" she snapped. He knew she was probably just pissed about his lack of attempt to contact her… So typical. He sighed. This was exactly the reason why he avoided getting into situations like this with women in the first place. They had the nerve to get offended at the smallest things.

"You're mad at me?" he asked and she crossed her arms but refused to look at him. He doubted that she would ever come looking for him, but if she was going to complain about their distance then she could at least share the blame. "You have my number," he reminded her, just having remembered it himself. At first she looked at him with narrowed eyes as if she had no idea what he was talking about, but then quickly looked away."You could have called me if you really wanted."

"I thought that you'd given it to me by mistake," she mumbled. Honestly, he still didn't know quite why he had given it to her either, but that shouldn't matter anymore.

"It wasn't a mistake, Odango." She dropped eye contact immediately.

"Right." There was more silence. Finally, she shifted uncomfortably and looked towards the door. "I should go before this gets any more awkward." She was being so serious that he almost didn't get it.

"You mean before you breakdown and admit how much you've missed me? Then you probably should go. That would be awkward indeed." She glared at him before a tiny smile crawled to her lips and she shook her head. "What's so funny?" he asked, grabbing her hand before she exited the room. "It's the truth." She looked down at their hands together as he passed his thumb over her knuckles.

"I just remembered why I hate you so much," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She was staring at him again, her large blue eyes revealing all the emotions she was desperately trying to hide. He gripped her hand tighter.

"How could you've forgotten?" He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it. She licked her lips nervously and removed her hand from his grasp. She turned away, but not before he saw her smile.

Walking out into the hallway, he stared at her ass wondering why he'd never seen her in tight jeans before. She should wear them more often. Or maybe he just needed to see her more often. Once in front of the elevator, he grabbed her hand again and she looked up at him. Taking a step closer, he noticed her sultry smile return.

"When are you going to come visit me again?" he asked, leaning in.

"I'm not," she whispered back smiling, but her focus was straying between his eyes and his lips. He almost had her.

"Why not?" he pressed, squeezing the hand he was still holding and intertwining their fingers together. Her eyes danced, looking at him through her dark lashes.

"Because Mamoru." She said his name in the sexiest murmur.

"Because what?" he insisted, moving closer. "Don't you want to see me again?"

"No."

He couldn't help laughing. The elevator arrived with a chime and she let go of his hand.

"I'll be waiting for that booty-call," he reminded her as she got in. She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. Right." She turned her head away from him, jamming the elevator button hard to make her escape quicker. He only waved at her enthusiastically, earning a scowl from her as the doors closed pathetically slow.

He smirked. He was only trying to bother her. Making his way back into his office, he wondered if he ever would get that call. Although he sincerely doubted it, he knew that this would not be their last encounter and that—despite her resistance—he would definitely guarantee.

*Usagi*

She was still flustered when the elevator doors opened a couple of seconds later to the 63rd floor. Getting off, she decided to roam around the seemingly deserted floor until her face went back to its normal shade after realizing that she had no idea where Kunzite's office was. Damn Mamoru! She'd only seen him for less than 10 minutes and he was already making her all hot and bothered. Some things never change.

She thought she would have been able to resist him a little better than she had, but who was she fooling? Definitely not him, that's for sure. She sat on a lone chair she'd found on the side of a hallway hoping to gather her thoughts and calm down before she met Kunzite. Even though part of her wanted to stay mad at Mamoru, it was hard to suppress the electrifying rush she felt whenever he was close. Turning down that kiss had been the hardest thing she'd had to do in her entire life.

But she'd had to do it. She had to show him that she wasn't willing to accept his advances without a form of apology. He had to know that things could be different between them—should she choose them to be. (Not that she would anyway, she was a sucker, but that wasn't the point.) Mamoru had to know that he wouldn't be so easily forgiven for his absence.

Originally, she'd believed that it was dumb for her to expect anything from him, but as she'd realized just now it was clear that he too still expected something from her. Because despite their current status still being unknown, the sexual tension between them was too astounding to ignore. And as to what they were going to do about that, well, it was yet to be seen.

"Good. You came." Startled, she turned to face Kunzite who seemed to have walked up behind her without her realizing. He mentioned to follow him and he led her to a large conference room, although nowhere near in size of the one upstairs. Just as she was about to ask him what he wanted, she noticed Mina standing in the corner to her left. Kunzite stepped out the room quietly.

Although she had seen Sailor Venus a couple of times in the last few months, she hadn't seen Mina in ages. They hadn't spoken since their blowout when she overthrew her as leader and gutted the heart of their team.

"Usa," she started, looking as nervous as she'd ever seen her. "I can't even begin to apologize, but-" Mina choked and then stopped, clearing her throat. "I am so sorry!" Mina started crying. "About everything! I can't believe that I went so long without trying to work this out with you! I completely abandoned our friendship, the Senshi. I selfishly alienated the only people in the entire galaxy that I love. Please, Usa, please forgive me."

But was too late for Mina's apology; she was already crying anyway. They both flung into each other's arms and cried their sorrows away together. She missed her so much and it felt like her soul had finally been restored the moment they hugged. She was more than ready to put this behind them. She needed Mina and she never wanted to get into another fight with her again. It hurt too much.

"Don't be sorry. Everything you said was true." She backed away from Mina so they could talk face to face, both of them taking seats next to each other. "You have more experience than me and I'm nowhere near as strong as you. As soon as you joined the Senshi, I should have passed the title to you. You were the only one worthy."

"Don't you dare say that!" Mina argued. "You've always protected every one of your teammates. I was wrong for trying to take that away from you. Of course you're worthy!"

"But I wasn't. It's only because of you that I've been able to get better. I wasn't a good leader, I lacked motivation but because of your push I now contribute more to the team. You were always meant to be the leader, Mina. I know it; we all knew it. The Senshi were all just too afraid to admit it… especially to me."

They sat in silence, both of them staring out the windows. It had been a sad truth that she'd had to realize alone out of necessity, but there was no way that Sailor Moon was better than Sailor Venus. The moon wasn't even a planet and she was just a sidekick that needed to learn her place. They all knew who the true hero was here.

"I really want to talk to everyone," Mina said quietly, "but I'm so afraid. Do you think that any of them would even want to listen to me?"

"Of course they would! We all miss you so much. How haven't you realized that yet?" Mina smiled at her, but turned back to look out the window.

"Even Ami?" Usagi looked down at her fingernails nervously.

"Ami's not that type of person to hold grudges," she said, but she wasn't even sure it was the truth.

"Luna's told me that she's still mad." She shook her head to hopefully ease Mina's mind off Ami.

"That darned cat! Don't listen to her! By the way, she's gone totally feral on me. I haven't seen her in weeks, please tell me she's been staying with you." Suddenly Mina's features lit up.

"Oh, let me tell you!" Her tone indicated that she had some juicy gossip. "I guess because our apartment truly is a love den," Mina winked devilishly and she wanted to roll her eyes—even though Mina and Kunzite were incredibly sexy and she would totally watch them do it. "Luna's pregnant!"

Mina's words hit her like a ton of bricks. Luna, her darling pet for the past three years, was having baby kitties? Oh my goodness… Luna was having BABY KITTIES! She got up excitedly, grabbing Mina and jumping around in circles.

"I can't believe it!" she said completely amazed. "This is the best news ever! We're going to be grandparents!"

Kitties! YAY!

-CattyKitty