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Chapter Ten



"Where’s Usagi? I thought that she’d be here," Naru asked Motoki, looking 
disappointed.
"She WAS here," Motoki said, grinning. "But she left-unexpectedly." He chuckled 
mentally. ["Over Mamoru’s shoulder no less! I couldn’t believe it! But now I 
know for SURE that he likes her."] He was rather smug about that fact. The money 
was practically in his hands. All he had to do was get them to admit it in 
public. Easier said than done, considering the secrets those two kept.
"Oh," Naru murmured, giving him a strange look. Motoki had this really weird 
expression on his face, like suppressed mirth. "Is she coming back any time 
soon?"
Suddenly , the arcade doors hissed open and two figures dashed through, so fast 
that were almost a blur.
"Sooner than you think," Motoki muttered, staring wide-eyed at Sailor Moon. She 
flung herself through the arcade, passing him in a blur and eyes wide with 
panic.
"Stall him! Someone stall hiiiiim!" she shrieked, heading for the back of the 
arcade. ["Oh jeez! I went to faaar! How was I supposed to know that Mamoru gets 
murderously jealous?!"] she wailed silently, trying to stay desperately ahead of 
the fuming Tuxedo Kamen.
"Anyone moves and they get a rose in the-" Tuxedo Kamen began to threaten. His 
eyes narrowed on Sailor Moon, seriously considering spanking her. ["I can’t 
believe she just pulled that stunt! How could she flirt with that guy? Oooh, 
when I get my hands on you, Moon!"]
"Tuxedo Kamen! Sailor Moon-what a surprise and honor," Motoki broke in quickly, 
looking rather pale. He’d stopped his friend just in time from saying something 
potentially ruining for his dashing hero image. As Motoki and the entire arcade 
watched, Sailor Moon did a circuit, fleeing on swift boots, long golden hair 
flying back into Tuxedo Kamen’s face.
They all watched with astonishment as the cloaked hero chased the heroine around 
the arcade.
Tuxedo Kamen swore under his breath as Sailor Moon knocked a filled tray off of 
the counter on her way past. ["Was that a klutz attack or did she do that on 
purpose?"] he wondered suspiciously. Sailor Moon was fully capable-either way.
"My arcade!" Motoki wailed, staring at the broken cups and plates splattered all 
over the floor messily. He turned to watch Tuxedo Kamen whiz past. ["HE can pay 
for it, he’s rich!"]
"Sorry!" Sailor Moon yelled at Motoki guiltily, increasing speed. As she passed 
a table, she knocked over a chair into Tuxedo Kamen’s path.
"If I don’t spank her, I’m going to kiss her senseless," Tuxedo groaned, leaping 
over the chair.
Motoki sighed, blinked and then hissed under his breath to Sailor Moon the next 
time she passed him. "There’s a back door! Take your fight out there before you 
ruin my place!" What more could he say without giving away that he knew who she 
really was?
She gave him a thankful look and was out the back door before anyone could 
blink, Tuxedo Kamen right behind her.
"Wow," a little girl breathed, staring at the back of the arcade.
"I saw Sailor Moon! No one is going to believe this!" Her companion grinned 
foolishly. Both girls looked at each other, then giggled and jumped up and down.
"Join the club," Motoki drawled, rolling his eyes. ["Really, those two are 
pushing it! One day, their games are going to go too far. I really wish that 
they would just kiss and make up!"] He paused, rethinking his words carefully. 
Motoki leaned against the counter and ran a hand through his hair, expression 
rueful. "It’s the kissing that got them INTO this mess! WHAT am I saying?" he 
berated himself, keeping an eye on the rest of the arcade.
"AND Tuxedo Kamen!" an indignant boy put in, crossing his arms and pouting.
"Yeah, he’s cool, too," an older girl breathed, stars in her eyes. "What a 
dreamy guy!"
"They could have at least stayed for autographs," Naru commented, coming out 
from behind the Sailor V video game. She looked at Motoki, then the way that the 
two super-heroes had fled. "Have you ever thought about having them sign the 
Sailor V game?" she asked Motoki seriously, grinning. "It would be SURE to boost 
sales-a famous person like her and all."
"Oh my GOD! You’re RIGHT!" Motoki shouted, thrusting a hand triumphantly into 
the air. Everyone stared and he lowered it, smiling sheepishly. "You are SO 
right, Naru. Thanks for the pointer."
"Since you KNOW Sailor Moon and all," Naru added carelessly, twirling a lock of 
her red hair around her finger. She looked up at Motoki from under her lashes.
"I never thought to use my association like that-er…" He trailed off, swallowing 
nervously. "I mean-umm-I could ask her. Not that I KNOW her PERSONALLY you know, 
Naru," he stammered, backing away.
"Uh huh. Sure you don’t," she said, glaring. She stomped away from the nervously 
sweating owner of the arcade. "Sure, and I’m the Queen of England. How come I’m 
always last to know anything around here?"
"Youma magnet," Motoki muttered under his breath, quickly heading behind the 
counter to grab a cloth, least Naru had heard him!
"What was that?" Naru whirled around, looking left and right for the person who 
had spoken. But everyone was looking towards the back of the store, in case 
Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen should return. And Motoki was meticulously wiping 
his counter with a cloth and whistling cheerfully.



Sailor Moon ran like the devil himself was after her-which in a way, he WAS! He 
had played with her, taunted her, kissed her senseless-and his name was Mamoru 
Chiba. Well, at that moment, he was the dashing hero Tuxedo Kamen. She glanced 
cautiously behind her, trying to keep balance as she dashed across yet another 
building roof-top. He was still there! ["Damn that man!"] she thought, frowning 
darkly. Sailor Moon turned her head back, so that she could see where she was 
going. Lucky for her, because she had just reached the edge of the building and 
would have plummeted to her…
["Wait! HE would have rescued me first-right?"] she asked herself silently. 
Despite herself, Sailor Moon grinned foolishly. Tuxedo Kamen would ALWAYS be 
there to catch her. Even if he wanted to strangle her right now for flirting. 
["It serves him right!"] she thought rebelliously.
"Are you tired yet? Give it up Moon!" Tuxedo Kamen shouted from a meter behind. 
"Sooner or later, you’ll stop for breath and then I’ll really give you a piece 
of my mind, you minx!"
His tone was filled with mockery and amusement, which Sailor Moon could hear 
clearly. If nothing else, from all those fights that they had over the last few 
months, she had learned to read his tone. Mamoru the mocking, the taunting, the 
angry, the smug. More bewildering was the fact that he was ALSO Tuxedo Kamen and 
practically had a different personality when periodically rescuing her. Tuxedo 
the dashing, the charming, the one with the sexy voice that could melt her 
bones…
"You WISH, Kamen!" she bellowed back, refusing to turn her head. Deciding to try 
and lose him was a good idea at that point. She really couldn’t believe that he 
was chasing her all over Juuban in the first place! Okay, so she had brained him 
with a lamp, but he had kissed her! And-seen her undies! Sailor Moon’s eyes 
narrowed dangerously at the memory. She sighted a larger building calmly, 
roughly 10 stories above the 10 story building they were already running across. 
Doubt flashed briefly into her deep blue eyes. ["10 stories is hardly more than 
I’ve ever jumped before-but I’ll now be 20 above the ground!"] She looked down 
as she neared the edge of the building that she and her pursuer were on. It was 
a long way down.
"No time for doubts now! There’s NO way that he’s going to toss me across his 
shoulder again!" she muttered. She took a deep steadying breath, brushed her 
golden bangs from her eyes, clenched her fists-and leapt upwards with all her 
strength. She heard a slight gasp behind her-which had meant that Tuxedo Kamen 
must have almost been right on her heels. "Ha!" she shouted, as her boots 
touched down on the ledge of the tall building. She had inches to spare! "Eat 
that, Kamen!" she yelled backwards, in his general direction, then she took off 
nimbly across the roof-top.
"Sailor Moon!" Tuxedo Kamen shouted from the previous building. He was frowning 
like a thunderclap. ["That minx! She’s really playing hard to get!"] he thought, 
exasperated and angry. His angel was being reckless. She had just made a 
dangerous jump, even for Sailor Moon, to one of the tallest buildings in the 
district. Tuxedo Kamen sighed, sighted the building over the way and then leapt 
upwards easily. His fashionable black shoes landed on the ledge, cloak billowing 
out behind him with the increased wind. ["Now where did she go?"] he wondered, 
not seeing her. The roof was empty, but for a door leading down. "Ah ha! You 
went into the building," he said triumphantly, striding purposefully towards the 
door.
As he reached the weathered wood, he noticed the broken remains of a lock lying 
on the cement of the roof. "She broke INTO the building?" he asked 
incredulously. He was both baffled and strangely proud. Sailor Moon, angel, 
all-around good girl-had just broken into an office building in order to get 
away from him? He reached out for the handle of the door and swung it open, 
descending the steep cement steps. He could faintly smell flowers. Her scent. 
She had definitely come this way. "I wonder," he said out-loud, voice echoing 
hollowly in the confined stairwell. "Does she realize that this is a busy office 
building?"



Right about then, Sailor Moon was getting a rough clue. She peered carefully out 
through the crack between the door and the frame, eyeing all the people coming 
and going freely down the halls. The top floor was a hub of activity-and she was 
trapped. Between exposure and Tuxedo Kamen. It REALLY was a toss-up! She nibbled 
urgently on her bottom lip, eyes wide with apprehension. Either she could brave 
the people and make a run for it or de-transform and possibly try to explain her 
presence to the security guards that she was sure were in the lobby. "What do I 
dooooo?" she wailed quietly.
"You COULD give in and accept your punishment like a good champion of justice," 
a familiar voice drawled from somewhere behind her.
Sailor Moon spun around, her back pressing against the door. Tuxedo Kamen was 
making his way slowly down the last of the steps, eyes glinting at her from 
behind the half-mask. She frowned as she caught his last words. "Punishment?" 
she demanded. "What did I do? You’re the one who chucked me over his shoulder, 
kissed me, embarrassed me in front of my friends, chased me-chased the CAR-" She 
could have gone on and on, if he hadn’t stopped her, pausing on the last step, 
which was only a few feet away from her form.
"Excuse me?" he said incredulously. "That’s all very well and true-"
"Right," she replied triumphantly, chin rising.
"But," he went on witheringly, crossing his arms. "You were the one who bashed 
me over the head. Bodily harm, Moon. I’d say we are WAY overdue for a loooong 
talk." He frowned at her moodily. "Anyway, it’s not like you didn’t ENJOY those 
kisses!"
"Arrrggggggh!" she shrieked, clapping her hands over her ears. She glared at 
him, eyes flashing. ["How dare he mention that! Creep! Rub it in, why don’t 
you?"] Sailor Moon flushed wildly. She looked him over, assessed her chances of 
fight or flight-then she lowered her hands calmly. "But YOU enjoyed them TOO!" 
she retorted triumphantly, daring him to disagree.
He didn’t. His lips curved in a seductive smile, eyes burning into her own with 
a deep hunger. "You bet I did, Usagi. And I’m looking forward to repeat 
performances-after you’re QUITE done playing, that is."
"I’m NOT playing a game!" she protested, trying to keep her expression straight. 
If he could anticipate her next move from her eyes-then she’d be in deep 
trouble! He was inching closer, even as she thought of an escape plan.
"What are you up to?" Tuxedo Kamen asked suspiciously, seeing a strange glint in 
his love’s eyes. ["I don’t trust that look!"] he told himself nervously. It 
meant that she was about to do something-irrational. Which she DID.
Sailor Moon grinned, spun, then-bolted out the door. ["Anticipate THAT, you 
hunky creep!"]
He was after her in seconds, lips pressed together in disbelief. He briefly 
looked around as he followed the long-haired blonde bolting down the hall, both 
of them dodging people skillfully. Admittedly-she was better. ["Is this really 
necessary?"] he asked the heavens, rolling his eyes. Chasing Sailor Moon through 
a crowded office building, before dozens of gaping people, was NOT the way he 
had pictured his day. Then again, getting bashed over his head was an 
unbelievable thing, too. Especially because he had earned it by jumping Moon. 
AND, he wasn’t going to mention that car scene…ever!
"Outta my way! Coming through! Don’t make me use my tiara people!" Sailor Moon 
fairly shrieked, dodging for all she was worth. Behind her, she could hear gasps 
of awe and disbelief. As well as the sounds of heavy feet on the soft carpet-a 
clear sign that Tuxedo Kamen was right behind her and gaining steadily. "Excuse 
me," she gasped as she bashed into a man. He dropped his briefcase, scattering 
papers everywhere. "Ugh!" Sailor Moon uttered, torn between helping him or 
running. She hesitated, standing over him-but then she looked behind her and saw 
the impressive figure of Tuxedo Kamen bearing down upon her. She ‘eeeped’, then 
turned and resumed her frantic flight down the hall.
"Excuse me!" Tuxedo Kamen bellowed angrily as several people stepped into his 
way, backs to him. They were watching the impressive and rare sight of the 
short-skirted heroine of Tokyo rushing down the halls, hair streaming out behind 
them. Of course, dazzled by such a sight, they all failed to SEE what had caused 
this impressive vision. They soon learned as Tuxedo plowed into their midst, 
eyes glaring like two blue beams of fury. ["She’s getting away!"] he roared 
mentally, watching the blonde sprint down to the end of the hall. His eyes 
flashed with wrath as he saw the elevators. Tuxedo Kamen put on the speed. 
["There is NO way that she is getting away from me after THIS stunt!"] he swore 
silently.
"Hold the lift!" Sailor Moon shrieked in panic, hearing thundering footsteps 
akin to a stampede right behind her. That Kamen was furious was frighteningly 
obvious. Her eyes sought out those of the two women and the man in the lift. The 
man who had frozen with one finger raised to press a button on the wall. As she 
neared, they gaped at her, then paled as they glanced behind. The man un-froze 
and frantically pressed at the buttons randomly, sweat beginning to stand out on 
his forehead. "No!" she shouted, increasing her pace. She practically flew the 
remaining feet and almost crashed into the back wall of the lift.
"Okay! Close it, close it!" she panted, turning.
"Close it and-!" a furious voice roared close behind.
As she spun and plastered herself to the wall, all four inhabitants of the lift 
watched in fascinated horror. Tuxedo Kamen leapt heroically, clearing the last 
few feet and flew into the lift just before the doors slid shut…But he kept 
GOING! ["Oh, damn!"] Sailor Moon gasped silently as the large dark shape hurtled 
into her. She was slammed further into the wall, the entire lift shaking with 
the impact. There was silence for a long moment, both Tuxedo Kamen and Sailor 
Moon frozen in their position. In his haste to catch her and his amazing flight, 
he had casually plastered himself effectively along her entire length . Sailor 
Moon was caught between him and the wall-and for a moment, neither WANTED to 
move. Then she flushed, swallowing hard.
"Ow," he muttered into her ear, inhaling golden hairs.
"I think that’s MY line, you jerk," she muttered back, wincing. "Well, you 
finally caught me, sort of."
"Sort of," he agreed under his breath. It was NOT the scene he had pictured 
capturing her IN, though. Tuxedo Kamen had been having visions of catching her 
up, sweeping her romantically into his arms and kissing her lights out. NOT 
plastering himself on her against a wall in a crowded business building-in the 
LIFT of all places! And people staring-
"Er-excuse us?" a voice said from behind them, sounding extremely timid.
Tuxedo Kamen reluctantly pulled away from his angel’s soft body and turned, 
hiding her form from the rest of them. "Er-yes?" he replied, straightening. He 
tried to look authoritative, but failed miserably. This man and two women had 
SEEN him stuck as if by glue to the heroine. A very compromising situation.
"What’s going on here?" one of the women asked, eyes trying to see over his tall 
form.
Behind him, Sailor Moon was anxiously checking her hair, her face and the rest 
of her body for bruises and dishevelment. Being crushed between her ‘crush’ and 
a metal wall didn’t exactly leave one in the neatest of ways. Especially after 
dashing over tall buildings. "I DON’T believe this," she muttered to herself, 
hastily straightening her hair. "This is going to be ALL over the papers!" she 
wailed quietly.
"Cool it, Moon," Tuxedo Kamen hissed from before her, managing somehow to throw 
his voice.
She looked at him admirably, then frowned. HE had gotten them into this mess.
"Nothing to see here," Tuxedo Kamen told the three coolly, leveling the ‘look’ 
at them. It had made Youma quake and Zoisite uncertain. To these people, it made 
Tuxedo Kamen look distinctly menacing!
"Right," the man said, reaching behind him for the closest button. The lift 
stopped, doors opening. Immediately, the three tumbled out hastily, eyes glazed.
"Good choice," Tuxedo Kamen drawled icily, eyeing them. If he intimidated them 
enough, maybe the paper wouldn’t hear of it. The doors slid shut, leaving him 
with Sailor Moon.
"Great. Just great," she murmured from behind. "The guys are going to KILL me 
when they see me in the paper!" she wailed loudly.
Tuxedo Kamen spun around, cloak brushing against the doors of the lift. He 
frowned at her darkly, eyes flashing wrath.
Sailor Moon tried to back off as he advanced, but there was nowhere to go. She 
thrust out a hand, trying to keep him away. "Now-keep calm, Mamoru!" she 
pleaded. ["Oh dear! He looks reaaaaaally angry."] She winced.
Tuxedo Kamen walked towards her until she was pressed hard against the far wall 
and his chest was touching her out-stretched hand. "Do you realize what a mess 
this could turn out to be?" he bellowed at her furiously. "You’ve just made sure 
that about 40 people have seen me chasing you through a busy business building, 
then crush you to the wall of the lift like some hentai!" His word finished in a 
roar.
Sailor Moon winced again, peeking up at him through her lashes. "Ooops?" she 
tried.
"Ooops?" he repeated incredulously, voice deceptively calm. He advanced another 
few feet, steadily forcing her to pull back her arms. He stopped when her 
fingers were splayed over his chest and he was only a foot away. "You-" He shook 
his head, reached up to cover the gloved hand over his heart. His fingers 
entwined with hers, then forced her hand away from him gently. He then stepped 
even closer, forcing her to tilt her head back in order to look at him. Their 
chests were crushed together, hands at their side and one of hers caught in his. 
"Are unbelievable," he finished with a half-laugh. His eyes lit up with 
amusement. "I don’t think I’ve had so much fun in ages, Usagi," he admitted.
"Fun?!" she echoed incredulously, gaping at him. "Huh?" she added intelligently. 
Then she glared at him. "If you think chasing me all over the city is fun! And 
getting us into the papers! And-"
He shook his head, smiling. Then, before another word could be said, he lowered 
his head and caught her lips in a kiss. She stiffened under him, fingers 
tightening around his painfully. He got the point-his Usagi was FURIOUS with him 
and no kisses were going to make it better! ["Too bad. And I SO enjoy them,"] he 
thought, deepening the kiss skillfully. Immediately, he felt her melt under his 
lips.
She leaned into his chest, lips softening under his. "Mmm," she muttered against 
his lips. ["Oh, I just go like putty when he kisses me! How can I resist him 
when he does this?"] she wondered hazily.
"Mmm," he murmured back, satisfied. ["I could sure get used to shutting her up 
this way. Wow, what an excuse!"]
A faint ‘bing’ interrupted their kiss. Their eyes sprang open and the two leapt 
away from each other in record time. They both turned, eyes wide as the doors to 
the ground floor slid open. Three security guards and a small crowd of people 
stared at them.
Tuxedo Kamen stared back, nonplussed for a moment. Then he smiled calmly, 
reaching out to take a firm hold of Sailor Moon’s arm. They strode out, 
plastering professional smiles to their faces. "False alarm. We heard that a 
Youma was attacking on the top floor," he said casually as they passed the 
crowd.
"Right. Youma. Horrible," Sailor Moon babbled, eyes skittering around nervously. 
She was still dazed from the kiss.
"Go with it, Moon," he said under his head, close to her ear.
"Right." She smiled at the three guards. "It’s all clear," she told them 
breezily.
"We heard there was some sort of disturbance on the top floor," one of the 
security guard said suspiciously, looking her over. "Who are you?"
"Sailor Moon, you moron!" the youngest-looking of the guards cut in 
sarcastically. He grinned. "Can I have your autograph?"
Tuxedo Kamen shook his head, but she wrenched her arm from his hold, smiling. 
"Sure, why not?" Sailor Moon scribbled her autograph on a piece of paper, then 
began to edge towards the large glass sliding doors that led outside.
"Right," Tuxedo Kamen began, following her. His eyes held a warning that there 
was going to be serious conversation when they left the building.
"Umm-Don’t you want Tuxedo Kamen’s autograph? He’s real famous, too, you know!" 
Sailor Moon asked the Guard who she had signed for.
His eyes lit up and he immediately stepped in front of Tuxedo Kamen. Thrusting 
the same piece of paper under the hero’s nose. "Please? I’m a BIG fan!"
"Oh, Jason," the second Guard said, shaking his head.
"Bye!" Sailor Moon wiggled her fingers at the guards and the gathered people, 
then grinned at Tuxedo Kamen. "See you later, Kamen!" she called, spinning 
around. She ran out into the sunlight, swiftly disappearing into the crowd.
Tuxedo Kamen watched her go, gritting his teeth. He quickly scribbled something 
on the paper, then pushed his way past everyone. ["I can’t believe she pulled 
this stunt!"]
"Thanks!" Jason called out, thrilled.
Everyone watched as the cloaked hero excited the building, then headed the same 
way as the golden-haired Sailor Moon. He reached up to grab a handful of his 
thick black hair briefly, looking harassed, then disappeared into the crowd.



She grinned as she left her ‘hero’ behind to face the two security guards and 
sign autographs. Sure, he’d kill her later, but ONLY if he could catch her! She 
looked around, frowning. "Now, where wouldn’t he look for me?" she wondered, 
biting her bottom lip unconsciously. "The library?" she promptly deflated. She 
didn’t want to fall ASLEEP! "Umm-there fights are always in Juuban Park-so I’ll 
go to the other one!" she grinned evilly. "Ha!" Promptly, she took of, leaving a 
trail of dust behind her. Tuxedo Kamen would never look in the other park!
She reached there a few minutes later, skidded to a halt and dashed into the 
park, into the thickest part of the trees. Moments later Usagi walked out, 
grinning wickedly. "He’s looking for sailor Moon-and I’m Usagi again! Ha!" she 
laughed out-loud, then spotted something, her eyes going wide with delight. 
"Ice-cream!" she squealed, pelting for the guy pushing the ice-cream cart. "I’ll 
have a triple-choc ice-cream!"
The guy complied, watching with doubt as Usagi juggled the tall ice-cream and 
handed the money over to him for the goods. "Are you sure you can eat that?" he 
said, staring as she began to lick enthusiastically