FanFiction.Net v3.0 Browse | Just In | Directory | Columns | News | AuthorTitleSummary Log In | Register Misc Menu- Help- Flavors- TOS- Credits Home >> Anime >> Sailor Moon >> TGS1_The Games We Play storyid: 49637 Author: Princess Destiny - R - English - Reviews: 851. Default Chapter Title2. Default Chapter Title3. Default Chapter Title4. Default Chapter Title5. Default Chapter Title6. Default Chapter Title7. Default Chapter Title8. Default Chapter Title9. Default Chapter Title10. Default Chapter Title11. Default Chapter Title Chapter Eight "Idiot! Fool! Jerk!" Mamoru berated himself all the way back to his apartment. He had purposefully exited it this morning, hoping to crash into a certain blonde girl. Which he HAD. But with disastrous results. "I KISSED her? Am I CRAZY? What she must think of me now?" he groaned as he stepped into the building’s lift. He pressed the button for his floor, then promptly turned and bashed his head against the metal wall. He did it three times before realizing that he might look an idiot if anyone else got into the lift from another floor. "I am the jerk she thinks I am! HOW could I have kissed her? And said THAT to her? She must think that I HATE her!" he shouted loudly. The doors to the lift opened silently. Mamoru moved out into the hall, making his way down to his door. He got the keys from his pocket, then opened the door. "Creep I am," he muttered darkly, slamming the door thunderously behind him. ["Neighbors be damned! I have a crisis of the heart here!"] He shook his head, throwing himself onto his plush couch. "I am a fool. Fortunes fool. This has been a disaster from start to go." Mamoru felt like the lowest life-form on the planet. Notably had he kissed the girl and practically told her that he hated her-he had told her that he’d NEVER TOUCH HER AGAIN! "Arrrrrrrrgh!" Mamoru roared. "I can never touch her again? Am I CRAZY?! I am in LOVE with that Odango Atama!" His words thundered around the apartment, actually echoing. All in all, it sounded VERY impressive. "I’m HAPPY for you! Now, shut up, Chiba!" a man shouted from the other side of Mamoru’s kitchen wall. Mamoru blinked, then grinned sheepishly. "Sorry Mr. Tenchi!" he shouted back. ["I really didn’t want the neighbors to know that." ] He winced silently as he sat there, gazing at his feet blankly. He had college to go to-but just couldn’t summon the strength. His mind was in chaos. "I’ll never see her again, after this stunt," he whispered, heart clenching. Usagi must hate him now, more than ever. He’d-practically jumped her…again. But that was different. She’d thought he was a dream AND Tuxedo Kamen. "Waaaaaaait a minute." Mamoru sat straighter in the couch, eyes glinting wickedly. "I said that MAMORU would never touch her again." "Ah ha!" he yelled, rubbing his hands together and grinning like a maniac. "I can touch her as Tuxedo Kamen!" His grin slowly faded as he thought about that. "But-how? If she thought that it was a dream-then I have to start all over again!" He groaned quietly. "HOW exactly do I do that? Okay, next fight we have I just go up and-kiss her?" He smiled at the thought, remembering her lips. He’d kissed her tenderly-despite the intended hate behind it and he’s kissed her passionately. Now, how to convince Usagi to kiss him again? He could always pay her another visit as Tuxedo Kamen-but she might get suspicious. Mamoru shook his head. "I just can’t think today. I’ll study for a few hours and then go for a sleep," he decided. Of course, working was easier said than done with the Odango on his mind as well…Maybe an idea would come to him that afternoon. Abruptly, he remembered that night and stopped dead-the club! He’d promised Motoki! ["OH no."] he groaned silently. ["So this means-that I have to leave Usagi until tomorrow instead? I’m going to go nuts!"] If Mamoru bailed on Motoki once more-he’d been threatened with bodily harm. He sighed deeply. If only he could tell Motoki that he’s already FOUND the girl he wanted-instead of being dragged around clubs in search for his ‘one and only’ "It’s not like Usagi is GOING anywhere" he muttered, resigned. Meanwhile, he’d go home and try and get some rest. Usagi sat, eyes blank and staring at nothing. The bell was about to go, announcing the end of classes for the day-and she still didn’t have a plan. ["What am I going to do exactly? Just go up to his door as Sailor Moon and knock? And where does he LIVE exactly?"] And did she really, truly still want revenge? Or was she fooling herself and just wanted to see him. Plain and simple-she was still in shock. And her feelings had escalated for him. Now that she had been kissed passionately and kissed bitter-sweet, she wanted to know what it was like to be kissed by Mamoru…in love. Usagi sat there, unblinking. ["I must be in love with him, for him to get to me this much. I even still want revenge. Despite the fact that he’s kissed me and obviously likes me-he’s treated me horribly"] And once again, she was sent into anger. This guy confused her way more than any other ever had! ["Why did he have to kiss me?"] she thought despairingly. Things could have gone on how they were, if he hadn’t kissed her-twice. Now that she knew he was Tuxedo Kamen, how was she to act around him in battle? How could she possibly ignore those strong arms that wrapped about her every rescue and not remember the kisses? "Earth to Usagi!" Makoto said cheerfully. She waved a hand under the blonde’s eyes. ["Boy, Usagi looks really depressed. I wonder what’s up,"] the brunette thought, staring hard. If some guy had hurt her…! Usagi turned her head to look at her Makoto, who was leaning back in her chair casually. "Mmm?" she murmured. Her blue eyes looked at Makoto blearily. She felt, almost numb. "You look-upset," Makoto noted curiously. "What gives, Usagi? Who’s the guy?" "GUY?!" Usagi shouted, stunned. HOW did Makoto DO that? She always seemed to know when anyone was thinking about a guy. But this one she COULDN’T know about! Not ever. "Usagi! Quite time please! You can yell all you like when the bell goes!" Miss Haruna shouted angrily from the front of the class room. "Sorry, Miss H!" Usagi blushed, turning her eyes back to the book that she was supposed to be reading for English class. A lot of good that did-when she couldn’t even keep her thoughts from a pair of beautiful deep blue eyes and a passionate kiss. The look on Mamoru’s face after he’s kissed her was burnt into her brain. Despair. She was sure of it. "Busted," Makoto sighed. "So-who is he?" "Oh, that annoying jerk, Mamoru," Usagi muttered absently. "I bashed into him this morning and he’s been annoying me all day! What a creep!" She giggled forcedly, unaware of how pale she looked to her friend. "Poor Usagi," Ami said sympathetically from behind. "You shouldn’t let him get to you." "I can’t help it! I just-HATE that guy so much!" Usagi gritted her teeth around the lie. It wasn’t true, she didn’t HATE him. Just…loved him…and hated him. Since he was Tuxedo Kamen and all, she really had a crush too. Usagi sighed deeply. Why did life have to be so hard? And complicated too? The bell went just then and everyone got up to leave. "Want to go to the arcade with us, Ami?" Makoto asked. "Arcade?" Usagi muttered under her breath. She’d completely forgotten that she asked Makoto to go there with her today! ["But-I have to go forward with my plan NOW! He might come back tonight and I’m not prepared!"] Usagi thought frantically. He wouldn’t touch her, she knew. OR kiss her. So she had to get HIS attention. And if it was as Sailor Moon, then so be it. "No, I can’t. Sorry guys, but I’m only ten chapters ahead with my book," Ami said anxiously. "I-umm…can’t go either, sorry," Usagi murmured. Her eyes flickered nervously to the side, teeth nibbling on her lip absently. ["Mamoru-why did you have to kiss me?"] she thought again, tears filling her eyes briefly. She blinked them back before her friend’s could see and faced them with a brave smile. The two girls looked at her, astonished. "You’re giving up Motoki and games?" Makoto said incredulously. "I have to go home and-clean my room!" Usagi blurted out. She DID really-but that was NOT where she was going. Come to think of it, it sounded a good idea. If Tuxedo Kamen happened to come to her room again, she didn’t want any underwear lying around! "Mom will blow a gasket if I don’t do it today!" she wailed convincingly. Motoki wasn’t an issue anymore. Not really. He seemed like a distant memory. Ami shook her head, grinning. "I have to go guys!" She left them at the school front gates, heading towards the library. Makoto and Usagi turned in the other direction, walking slowly. "It’s a shame, I was looking forward to it," Makoto said unhappily. "I’ll tell you what, Makoto," Usagi replied gently. "Why don’t I come for a short while and then go home?" Her friend’s unhappiness wasn’t worth her ‘revenge’ on Mamoru. The possible love of her life. The brunette smiled brightly. "That would be great, Usagi!" Usagi smiled. Her friend was really lonely sometimes. Makoto lived alone after all. And what was more important than friends? She frowned darkly. Getting revenge on a certain annoying jerk for the night before and that morning-then kisses and making up! ["But I can wait-for a while,"] she thought, sighing internally. After all, she and Mamoru had been enemies for months. He wasn’t going anywhere and neither was she. Usagi and Makoto made their way to the arcade, chatting the whole time. Makoto was excited about a new recipe she had invented for chocolate cookies. Just before they reached the arcade, Usagi was suddenly inspired. She looked sideways at her friend. "Makoto, you know guys right?" she asked nervously. She froze where she was, determined not to go another step. ["What if Mamoru is IN there? I didn’t think of that!"] she thought worriedly. Fear and excitement filled her at the prospect. "Sure I do." Makoto grinned widely. "Why?" "Well, can you tell me what it means if a guys does one thing and says another?" Usagi said quietly, wondering. "Oh, like what? Give me an example. It COULD mean a lot of things," Makoto replied knowledgeably. "Say, if he kissed you as though he liked you-but then told you he hated you with words and his eyes? And that-you always fought, but really wanted to be with him?" Usagi broke off, realizing that if Makoto put two and two together just then, she’d figure out just WHO she was being referred to. ["I really AM a blonde ditz!"] She groaned, waiting with anxiety. "Deep," breathed Makoto. She stopped dead, facing Usagi urgently. "Did some guy do this to YOU?" she demanded. "No, no" Usagi said hastily, waving her hand with incredulity. "Meeeee? Come on, Makoto!" she added, giggling. Actually, it sounded quite a nervous giggle, but Makoto never noticed. "It was on a movie last night-" The brunette HADN’T realized! Usagi felt like jumping with joy. ["What a close call!"] "I missed it?!" Makoto shouted, looking at her friend in disbelief. "I LIVE for romantic movies. Darn!" "Romantic?" Usagi inquired timidly. ["Is she saying what I think she’s saying? WAS I right? He does love-like me?"] she waited with baited breath for her friend to either dash her hopes or resolve them. "Sure!" Makoto smiled dreamily. "His actions can’t lie to her. If his words are negative, but his kiss sweet, it means that he secretly likes her and is hiding it! In fact, it SOUNDS as if he LOVES her!" "Whaaat?" Usagi shrieked, startled. This was NOT what she had expected to hear. "Are you sure? What about his eyes! I thought that eyes couldn’t lie!" she said urgently to the startled brunette. ["Loves me? Is she SURE? I thought that he might like me-but love?"] Her hands twisted about each other nervously, nails digging into the palms. "Well, technically he COULD hide his feelings in his eyes, if he was desperate enough for her not to know. I suppose. It depends on WHY he’d want to hide them," Makoto explained, turning again to head to the arcade. She halted right before the glass sliding doors. They slid open to admit the two girls, but Makoto never moved. "Didn’t you see the end?" "I missed it," Usagi muttered, flushing. ["Could Makoto be right? Does this mean that Mamoru secretly LOVES me?"] And did this fact make her ecstatic or frightened? Love? She’d never really thought of it that much-let alone with her worst enemy. "Bummer there, Usagi." Makoto shook her head in disappointment. The two girls entered the arcade, immediately spotting Motoki with a new girl. And no Mamoru! Usagi breathed a deep sigh of relief. She studied the blonde girl with Motoki closely. She seemed very young and awkward around him. ["She has a crush!"] Usagi saw with amazement, wincing. Had SHE been that flushed around Motoki those months before Mamoru? The girl was wearing an apron and flushing with embarrassment. Her hair was strangely and covered with soap-suds. "What happened to her?" Usagi wondered, staring at the mess the girl was in. Even her clothes were soaking with water. Makoto got up on her tippy-toes and glanced behind the counter to the kitchen. "Oh. I see. The new girl exploded the dishwasher-somehow," Makoto giggled. "Exploded? CAN they?" Usagi wondered in surprise. She’d heard of dishwashers, though even her own mother preferred to use her own two hands. "What’s her name?" "Rebecca. Motoki hired her on as a favor to a friend. She’s really trying I hear. Oh, well." Makoto headed over to the counter, eyeing Motoki seriously. He looked up as the brunette approached. "Makoto! And Usagi, too," he exclaimed, peering behind the larger form of Makoto to Usagi, who was trailing behind listlessly. "I’m sorry about this girls-" he began. "Oh, don’t worry," Makoto said dismissively. Her eyes hardened into determination. "In fact, Usagi can we do this another day?" She turned to look at the blonde. "Motoki and Rebecca really need a hand here." "Oh, you don’t have to-" Motoki started, looking startled and grateful. "No problem." "That’d be great, Makoto," Motoki said, looking relieved. "Reika, a few friends and I are going out to a club tonight-and I can’t leave the place like this!" "Sure. Go ahead," Usagi replied, backing off. Inside, she was jumping with joy. This was just the excuse that she had been looking for! ["Perfect!"] Now she could see Mamoru! And she could plan on the way over to his place! ["Do I kiss him or bash him for my embarrassment?"] Usagi frowned darkly. ["AND for possibly hiding the fact that he loves me behind horrible teasing!"] "I’ll call you later, Usagi!" Makoto called, reaching out for a cloth. She quickly headed behind the counter with a tearful Rebecca in tow. "Bye, Usagi," Motoki added absently, following them. Usagi stood watching them for a long moment, hesitant. Her nature demanded that she go and help Motoki and Makoto, but she really wanted to see Mamoru! Seconds later, she turned and bolted from the arcade, grinning evilly. Love had won out! ["Like I ever thought it WOULDN’T? I HAVE to see him after what Makoto said!"] she thought in excitement. A thrill went through her as she dashed down the sidewalk. Then abruptly, Usagi halted. She slapped a hand against her forehead, groaning. "Idiot! Where are you GOING?" she yelled at herself. "You don’t even know where he lives!" 20 minutes later, Tsukino Usagi was again bolting determinedly down the sidewalk, a piece of paper clutched in her slender fingers. She’s found a phone booth and ripped the page with Mamoru’s address from the book. Revenge might have been best served cold, but Usagi needed to do it NOW-while she was till hyped and angry! And reeeaaaally wanting to kiss him again to feel if it was as mind-blowing as she remembered… "Now is good," she told herself, practically flying down the sidewalk. She blinked, then slowed to a more sedate pace as she realized that people were staring. ["I really have to watch that speed,"] she thought to herself nervously. As a Senshi, her speed had increased greatly and sometimes-like when she was late for school-she used it without thinking. NOW was not a good time for one of the other Senshi to catch her and berate her. Like Rei. ["Umm-I’m up early Rei, to get revenge and possibly lots of kisses from a guy I formally hated and now love-sort of."] Usagi made her way across town to the richer side, glancing frequently at the piece of paper in her hands. She stopped in front of a tall apartment building, gaping at the impressive sight. "THIS is where he lives? HERE?!" she shouted in shock. Mamoru must have been LOADED! "Absolutely loaded!" she repeated loudly, closing her mouth. She hesitated, staring in awe up at the obviously expensive apartments "Does he-live alone?" Usagi wondered, faltering. If she was just going to charge up there, she could run into his parents, or a girlfriend- "Nah! He never mentioned a girlfriend!" Usagi told herself, scowling fiercely. The thought of him having a girlfriend made her feel furious-and sort of homicidal, too! Any girl that touched HER guy-well, maybe ONE day her guy-was going to get her butt kicked to kingdom-come! "Enough talk. It’s time for Senshi action! Less jealousy and er-kissing and more of the ‘I’m gonna get you, you creep’," Usagi announced quietly. She looked left and then right, then dashed across the street. She dodged past the front entrance-where she could see a security guard inside-and went around the back, where there were dozens of cars parked. She scanned the rows with interest. "I wonder which HIS is?" she said, frowning. But she couldn’t see an old beat up car that would belong to Mamoru. ALL of them looked really expensive! Especially the red Ferrari down the back. Usagi LOVED Ferraris! "Okay-now where can I transform?" she wondered, looking around. "I-suppose that I could sort of crouch down and do it? Or against the building?" Usagi looked towards the back of the lot, where the cars were clustered. Maybe one would be unlocked? She crept along the rows of cars until she spotted an unlocked car. "Ah ha!" She whispered, reaching out for the handle. Her fingers closed around the handle and she lifted it slowly-then an blaring alarm went off right in her ears. "Arrrggggggggh!" Usagi shrieked, letting go of the handle. She fell backwards, arms wind-milling frantically. As she fell against the car behind her, it’s alarm went off too! "Arrgggggggh!" she shrieked again, falling flat on her fat in shock. Usagi heard the sound of running feet and hastily got to her knees. She glanced under the car to see two pairs of shiny black shoes rushing towards the two cars she had set the alarms off in. "No, no! Baaaaaad!" Usagi moaned. She hastily began to crawl away, heading back further in the car park. She rounded two cars at the end, then got to her feet. She glance through a window and saw two security guards standing next to her two vacated cars. They were looking around suspiciously. Suddenly, it hit Usagi what she could do. "Huh! They’re not in the lobby anymore!" she hissed, happily. Usagi kept low, hastily making her way along the line of cars until she reached the building. Then, she dashed around to the front and in through the front doors. She stopped in the lobby, then spotted the lift. "Right!" she screeched, bolting for it. The guards could return at any moment! Usagi pressed the button and as soon as it opened, she scrambled inside quickly. Once inside, she was stumped. "What nooooow?" she wailed, confused and scared. She glanced around the walls, the at the roof. No cameras! "Weird!" She said. "But hey-now I can transform!" Usagi touched her broach lightly. "Moon Prism Power!" Mamoru’s eyes closed sleepily. He yawned loudly and then leaned back in the couch, sinking into the warm depths. He was so tired from lack of sleep the night before. After his er-exciting escapade to Usagi’s house and then the disaster afterwards with her not taking him seriously! Okay, so he kissed her-and this morning too. ["I am STILL in denial,"] he realized tiredly. ["This morning did NOT happen. I did not kiss Usagi as Mamoru, in the middle of a sidewalk, in broad daylight. I also did NOT practically tell her that she's lower than dirt and I loath her."] "Sure, Mamoru," he scoffed to himself, eyes still closed. "And you’re King of the Universe!" A king, who’d be going out to a club that night with Reika and Motoki! ["Why exactly did I agree to that?"] he wondered hazily. Suddenly, from outside there came a huge clamor as a car alarm went off. Moments later, another went off too. Mamoru’s eyes opened tiredly. His car was down there-but he was just so sleepy! "Just-don’t scratch the paint job," he muttered to the unknown thief. His Ferrari, his lovely EXPENSIVE car was down there-but he really couldn’t give a damn. "Too tired." He yawned again as his mind began to drift. His eyes lid shut, mind closing down. He wondered if he’d dream of his Princess-or the Odango. "I can’t believe that I’m doing this. I just can’t," Sailor Moon moaned from inside the lift. The doors were open-and trying to CLOSE. But the heroine of all Tokyo had a red boot planted firmly, so that the doors couldn’t close an inch. Her head peeked around the edge of the sliding doors, looking left and then right for people. If someone were to see Sailor Moon walking along the halls casually-there would be reporters there before she could blink! "I just-go in there and…umm-do SOMETHING revenge-like and get out! Right?" she told herself. ["And NO kissing! He doesn’t know it’s YOU."] She removed her boot, quickly skipping out of the way as the lift doors lid shut. She was left alone in a deserted hall, confused as hell. "What was the number again? Seven?" she asked herself, reaching for her pocket. Then she remember that she was transformed. "Ugh! I forgot!" she wailed. ["You’re the leader of the Senshi, you ditz! THINK of something!"] Sailor Moon clapped a hand over her mouth swiftly. "No wailing, Moon!" she berated herself sternly. "It’s number 7." She walked along the hall, cautiously examining each door until she reached 7. "So-this is his place," she said, looking the door over. It was a good door as far as doors went-and she new perfectly well that she was just stalling. "I umm-knock?" she wondered. Was it against the law to break into a hero’s apartment? He WAS Tuxedo Kamen as well as Mamoru-as SHE was a heroine! So-it was okay-right? "Hmm…" she muttered, reaching out with a gloved hand for the door knob. She turned it slightly and gasped. "Of course it’s locked, you ditz!" she groaned, releasing the door knob. "NOW WHAT?" she whispered fiercely. There were only a few options. Find another room and get onto the balcony, then to Mamoru’s or-"I could pick the lock?" she said gleefully. Sailor Moon patted her Fuku down lightly, searching for anything that she could use. But there was nothing-unless she took one of her buns down? But then-She would look terrible! And Sailor Moon wanted to look PERFECT for her visit to Mamoru. Revenge was going to be sweet-and fashionable! "Ah ha. I’ve GOT it!" she gasped. Sailor Moon made a reaching motion in the air. A small pink pen fell into the palm of her gloved hand and she regarded it with glee. "Luna pen! Turn me into a-cat burglar!" she whispered. The lights consumed her, transforming her. Sailor Moon blinked as she lights disappeared and looked down at herself. "Ugh!" She gaped at her costume. She was clad in skin-tight black leather! It covered her from her feet, to her neck, complete with black lace-up boots, a whip and a little pouch full of things. "Ugh!" she gasped again. "I said CAT BURGLAR! Not CAT WOMAN!" she almost shrieked. Usagi clapped a hand over her mouth and backed closer to Mamoru’s front door, eyes skittering around nervously. The Luna pen had obviously gotten it wrong and changed Usagi into a combination of cat woman and cat burglar. ["If Mamoru sees me in this get-up, I’ll know for SURE of what he feels…Nah! As if I’m going to let him have this one over me!"] "Oh well-lets see what’s in here," Usagi muttered, opening the small pouch. She rummaged around until she felt a long thin piece of metal. Pulling it out, she examined it critically, but obviously her disguise was working, for she knew this was what was used to pick a lock. Usagi turned back to face the door, bending over to see the lock better. In seconds flat, she had picked the lock successfully. "Yes!" she whispered triumphantly as the knob turned under her fingers and Mamoru’s front door swung open smoothly. "Okay, Luna Pen-turn me back into Sailor Moon," she hissed, deeply afraid that Mamoru would come running and see her in that get-up. She’d NEVER hear the end of it! Never! Light suffused her again and when she looked down, she saw the familiar skirt and body-suit of her Sailor Fuku. Sailor Moon quickly threw the Luna Pen back into her sub-space pocket, carefully closed the door and locked it behind her. She rested her back against the door, scanning the hall nervously. The hall led to a larger room, which she could vaguely see. "Come on. You went to all this trouble, so-go get revenge, Moon," she told herself fiercely. Of course, she didn’t KNOW what revenge she was going to get or in what form. "Just wing it!" she muttered in exasperation. She carefully laced a boot a step ahead, then another as she silently crept down the hall. She reached the end and peered around the corner into the large room. The lounge room. And BOY was he loaded! Her eyes widened as she noted all the newest technology. TV, VCR, Computer, Stereo-expensive-looking couches…Mamoru… Sailor Moon did a double-take. Mamoru was slumped full-length out on his couch, sleeping peacefully. She studied him quietly for a long moment, noting the tired bruising under his eyes. He looked very tired. "Well, at least he’s HOME. But what about his parents?" she said aloud, scanning the room. From what she could see, there were only his things. She made her way cautiously over to the table near the large kitchen and looked. College Books. Sailor Moon looked into the kitchen briefly. There was a coffee jar, a used cup and a plate in the sink. He was very tidy then. Unless he had a maid… ["A MAID?"] Sailor Moon seethed in jealousy. ["He’s so rich he can afford a maid? Ooooh! When I’m his girl, he’s going to send her over to MY house-"] She broke of this thought, staring at the coffee pot in acute horror. ["WHEN I’M HIS GIRL?!"] she shrieked mentally, feeling like banging her head on the wall for a few days. When exactly had she decided that she’d be Mamoru’s girl? Somewhere between ‘get revenge on the creep’ and ‘get a kiss in, too’, she’d started thinking of herself as his future girlfriend. Sailor Moon grimaced, almost in pain. When would she ever get her priorities straight? ["I mean, here I AM in his APARTMENT, as Sailor Moon-and wanting some sort of revenge for past humiliations-and can only think of being his girlfriend? Ugh! I AM an airhead!"] she groaned mentally. Mamoru made a sound and she spun around, hand going to her throat in fear. She stared hard at him, watching his chest rise and fall under the black T-shirt. ["Boy, he looks good though!"] she thought, grinning broadly and walking over to stand near the end of the couch. She had a good view of his face if he woke up. She let her eyes trail over his body admirably. He was lightly muscled, but she had known that already. Tuxedo Kamen was built like superman and she’d been held against that body whenever he rescued her from a Youma. He was tall, his feet almost hanging over the edge of the couch near her legs. His hair was dark, like a raven’s wing and a lock fell into his eyes, making her itch to brush it back. ["Face it, Moon,"] she told herself, sighing deeply. ["He’s absolutely GORGEOUS! And you want him all to yourself!"] Then, she frowned darkly. ["But he’s MAMORU! Get a grip. We fight like we hate each other, we yell, we crash-we kiss…"] She hesitated, then walked away from him. Sailor Moon checked out the rest of the apartment, sighing with envy. As she came back to Mamoru’s side, she had realized a few things. One, he was loaded. REALLY loaded. Two, there were no pictures of family anywhere, which might mean anything. Three, he lived completely alone so she was safe to do whatever it was that was vengeful. And lastly-she studied his face, grinning-Mamoru was so cuuuuuuute when he was asleep! "But I don’t have time for that," she told herself. Sailor Moon leant over the couch, then reached out and lightly tapped Mamoru on the cheek. "Wakey, wakey, Mamoru," she said sweetly. Obviously, her revenge would have to come in the form of a dream. She frowned. Like he’d pretended to be with HER! ["Then kisses-maybe."] She hesitated over that last thought. Mamoru groaned in his sleep, but otherwise remained comatose. Sailor Moon studied him fondly for a second-then anger flooded her. Here, she’d come for SOME sort of confrontation-and he SLEPT through it! "Wake UP, you jerk!" she screeched at him, annoyed. Immediately, Mamoru’s lashes shot up, his dark eyes alert. He saw Sailor Moon and his mind went into chaos. "What are you doing here? Am I still asleep?" he asked her, frowning in befuddlement. Sailor Moon smiled innocently at him, straightening. "You sure are. Were you dreaming about me?" she asked, hiding the curiosity. ["Let it have been me, let it have been me!"] "No-someone else," he muttered, confused. Sailor Moon’s smile faded swiftly, fury darkening her eyes. She glared, but said nothing. ["Some other GIRL?! I’m gonna kill him! Wait-no, I don’t care! Yes I do! WHO IS SHE?!"] she finished with a shattering mental bellow. Outwardly she composed herself-seeing that the revenge part was looking more appealing by the minute. He deserved it! "Oh, well this is another dream! I am the Pretty Sailor Suited Soldier, Sailor Moon!" "I know," he said, squinting at her blearily. ["Wow, what a vivid dream. But what happened to the Princess? I seem to remember talking to her-and then…Sailor Moon?"] Sailor Moon noted that he looked really-harassed and tired. Her heart melted for a moment-but then she wondered WHY he was so tired. ["It’s because he was gallivanting around town at all hours, pretending to be a dream to an innocent school girl!"] She glared at him again, inwardly seething. So far, so good. He was buying the ‘dream’ thing. ["But if he mentions that other girl again, I’m going to beat him into a bloody pulp!"] she swore vengefully. "I like it when you do that hand thing. You know-I fight for justice?" he told her, eyes unfocused. Sailor Moon stared at him. "Boy, you really ARE out of it," she muttered under her breath. But still, if he wanted to see her ‘moves’ to retain the ‘dream’…"All right! I fight for love and justice-" "And the American way?" Mamoru added, grinning. He looked marginally more awake. "Do you MIND?" Sailor Moon yelled, with her hands still frozen over her head. He had thrown her way off with his joking. Who’d have thought that Chiba Mamoru HAD a sense of humor? ["And why does he have to use it NOW of all times?"] She groaned at the irony of it all. He was doing exactly what SHE had done, when thinking that he was a dream. And he’d probably do anything he’d always wanted to do to Sailor Moon. She flushed brightly. ["Tuxedo Kamen had a thing for Sailor Moon-right? I’m sure he did."] "It’s MY dream. So you have to do what I say-right?" he drawled lazily, eyes wide awake. ["This is getting interesting,"] he thought, looking her over slowly, from head to toe. His blue eyes lingered on her amazingly long slender legs. Love Usagi he might-but Sailor Moon was any guys dream. Especially in THAT get up! Sailor Moon swallowed nervously. He was wide AWAKE. She just hoped that she didn’t begin to sweat! "Right," she said brightly, dropping her arms. "So what did you want to do with me?" she asked innocently. She dug a toe into the thick plush carpet and squirmed nervously. ["I can’t believe I just said that! What if he wants kisses?!"] She flushed again. ["And WHY do I keep thinking of kisses?! Stop blushing, Moon!"] She tried to regain control of her racing pulse and betraying cheeks. If she was a dream, then she wouldn’t be fazed by anything he asked. Her eyes glanced up sideways, trying to see his expression. She was rewarded with a wicked grin that sent chills all over her body. His eyes were full of strange emotions as he looked her over from head to toe-slowly. "What a loaded question, Moon," he said silkily. Mamoru swung his legs over the couch and got to his feet smoothly. ["What do I want to do with Sailor Moon-in my dreams…In my apartment ALONE?"] A pained expression crossed his face for a moment. He wanted to do to Sailor Moon-what he wanted and had done with Usagi. Kiss her thoroughly! He loved them both, after all. The girl he used to hate and the girl he always saved. Both had qualities of innocence and fire and strength that had drawn him to them. How was he finally going to choose between them? ["Think about that later, Chiba!"] he berated himself, grinning lasciviously at his ‘victim’. Sailor Moon stepped back, slightly afraid and annoyed. ["I’m losing control here! He’s awake and thinking-I don’t know what! I have to get out of here. Never mind the revenge! He looks like he’d like to…"] She was beginning to realize that she had made a fatal error. Mr. Chiba was DANGEROUS! And he was-her blue eyes widened as he approached and she continued to back away-STALKING her! ["Arrrgggggh! He’s stalking me! What do I dooooo?"] "What’s the hurry?" Mamoru asked her silkily, eyes eating her up. Sailor Moon was all his and he could do anything to her in his dreams without fearing repercussions from Usagi or the real Moon. Maybe he could resolve in his mind which girl he really felt more for, too. The look in his eyes finally registered on her and Sailor Moon flushed to the roots of her hair. ["Hentai! He’s thinking-Arrrrrggggggh! I have to get out of here before he kisses me again! If he does, I’m doomed!"] she wailed silently. Then her back touched a wall. Sailor Moon’s eyes went wide as Mamoru continued to stalk her, stopping a mere foot away. He was so close that she could see the flecks of silver in the deep blue of his eyes. Her skin began to tingle everywhere, breath coming in short gasps. Her eyes opened with in shock as he raised a hand, as if to touch her face, and then paused a few centimeters away. "I want-" he began to say, voice low and sexy. "I want-a kiss, Sailor Moon," he finished in a whispered, breath moving warmly across he face. He moved even closer, a hand half-extended to touch her. He hesitated, feeling the warmth of the skin of her face, even from a few centimeters away. ["She’s warm?"] he wondered silently. Were dreams THAT vivid? Sailor Moon watched him with wide eyes, plastered against the wall of Mamoru’s Lounge Room nervously. ["Oh no,"] she thought anxiously, mind in chaos. ["He wants THAT?!"] Her thoughts darkened. ["What, the kiss this morning wasn’t good enough for you?! Creep!"] she thought furiously. Okay, so he didn’t KNOW that Usagi and Sailor Moon were the same person- ["Wait a minute! Mamoru has a CRUSH on Sailor Moon too?"] she thought incredulously. But it was true, she could see all the emotions in his eyes. Chiba Mamoru had a thing for Sailor Moon. She winced. ["Wait until he finds out it’s me-then it’s back to business as usual. The jerk and the Odango. Yeah right! Nothing will be the same anymore. Especially not after today!"] "A kiss?" she stammered nervously. Her tongue flicked out to wet her dry lips and his eyes followed the movement swiftly, going dark with some emotion. ["Dangerous! I’m in danger-Oooooh, it was a bad idea to come here! Help!"] she yelled silently. "Well-you see…" she began, ready to launch into her ‘why not to kiss Sailor Moon’ speech. But Mamoru apparently had other ideas! And truth be told, she was eagerly awaiting his kiss! The one he’d given her this morning and last night were-amazing. Sailor Moon’s lashes drooped, covering her eyes and their expression. ["Oh stuff it. Kiss away!"] she urged him silently. There were plenty of other times to get revenge and things, but his kisses had driven her to distraction. He was Mamoru, but he was Tuxedo Kamen too. And she had ENJOYED Tuxedo Kamen’s kiss. ["But what about this morning? He hates me-remember? He said he’d never kiss me again,"] she thought, sighing. And she-came for revenge-didn’t she? ["What do I really want?"] she wondered, feeling a pain in her heart. ["I like Mamoru and I liked his kisses. And I love-I think-Tuxedo Kamen and his kissed melt me…But Mamoru hates Usagi now and likes Sailor Moon. Oh what a mess!"] She looked up at him appealingly, lost. ["Should I let him? Maybe I should fight?"] "A kiss, beautiful one," Mamoru said huskily, eyes on her lips. He moved even closer, their eyes locking. ["I LIKE this dream!"] he thought, slightly bewildered. He couldn’t really say that he had ever had just a vivid dream of Sailor Moon. But who was he to fight it? Sailor Moon flushed, melting. ["He thinks I’m beautiful-eeeep!"] Mamoru swept Sailor Moon into his arms, leaning her back like they did in all those romantic movies. He looked deeply into her eyes, lips moving closer- ["Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"] Sailor Moon thought frantically, heart thundering. This wasn't meant to happen! How was she supposed to know that Tuxedo Kamen AKA Mamoru was so hot on Sailor Moon? And entertained thoughts of kissing her senseless, by the look in his eyes. Just as his lips were about to touch hers…he paused, looking slightly bewildered. "What?" Sailor Moon glanced at him, startled. ["What, no kiss?"] she thought with disappointment. What was he WAITING for? "This is a dream…right?" he asked, uncertain. There was a doubt in his eyes, which made Sailor Moon abruptly nervous. If Mamoru was to discover that she was Usagi and out for revenge… "Yes. A wonderful dream." She looked limpidly into his eyes. He was thinking too much! ["How do I distract him?"] She looked sideways, from her bent-back position, looking for something. Anything to stop him from realizing. ["The TV remote?"] Sailor Moon rolled her eyes. ["Yeah, like that will work! On ME maybe…But he CAN’T kiss me! Or I’ll never be able to leave!"] "Then-" Mamoru stared deeply into her eyes, suspicion in their depths. "Why aren't I dreaming of the Princess?" he demanded. That fact had been bothering him for the last few minutes. He always dreamed of the Princess. "Princess?!" she shrieked loudly. ["The MOON Princess?!"] Sailor Moon was so startled by his words, that her arms involuntarily flailed out. A fist contacted with Mamoru's nose and immediately she was released. "Ow, damn it!" he shouted in pain. ["Are dreams supposed to hurt?"] "Arrgghhh!" Sailor Moon shrieked as she fell backwards, wind-milling her arms wildly. ["He threw me away! Ugh!"] Belatedly, Mamoru realized that he had practically thrown his dream-girl away like a dirty rag...and reached for her. But he missed. ["Damn."] "Ooof!" Sailor Moon groaned, as she hit the carpet hard, her head bashing on the ground. For a moment she was dazed. Then, from beneath her lashes, she saw a dark shape falling towards her. She focused, just in time to see Mamoru toppling over, wind-milling as she had been moments before. And before she could move, he'd landed on her full-length. Her head hit the floor again, Mamoru's knocking into hers. "OUCH!" they yelled at the same time, in acute pain. ["Okay, this is weird,"] Sailor Moon thought, recovering first. She winced at the pain, but was equally distracted by the guy laying on her. It was a nice heaviness really. And she felt warmth and tingles everywhere. NOW she REALLY wanted a kiss! Mamoru was similarly affected, staring into deep blue eyes so close to his own. Their faces were centimeters apart, breath wafting over each others faces enticingly. ["Oh boy."] Then it hit him. This was a dream-right? And only THIS sort of situation could have happened in a dream. Okay, a college-guy's dream. A super-heroine in a VERY mini skirt, laying under him. ["What the heck!"] he thought. He lowered his head the remaining few centimeters like a swooping eagle and kissed her deeply. Sailor Moon saw it coming and tried to avoid it, but somehow he kissed her anyway. ["Wait! Wait!"] she cried mentally, as his lips moved in on hers hungrily. As they touched hers though, the thoughts of protest melted away. ["What-was I saying? Oh wow!"] Her thoughts dribbled off, her being filled with rainbow lights. There was an electric feeling everywhere he touched her-and his lips… Mamoru deepened the kiss hungrily, never having experienced such a vivid dream. The body beneath him was warm and he felt strange all over. Like an electric shock. But pleasant. "Mmm..." he murmured, releasing her lips. He immediately trailed them over her right cheek and now to her soft neck, breathing in her scent. She smelt of flowers and sunlight. Familiar somehow. Sailor Moon's eyelids fluttered closed helplessly as the man assaulted her senses. Every kiss burnt into her. She'd never felt so alive, or wanted...Or in danger. Abruptly, her lids flashed open, eyes wide. ["This is MAMORU here! He said he-well he acted like he hated me this morning! And I came for revenge, nor kisses!"] she wailed mentally. Sailor Moon pushed at his broad shoulders with her gloved hands. "No." "Yes," he muttered, kissing his way down her neck. For a moment, she forgot what she was doing. "No! Off, Mamoru!" "My dream," he said, raising his head and looking into her eyes. His were bright and filled with strange emotions that she could not define. ["If I can’t kiss Usagi again, I’ll kiss the other girl I love"] Still-he was confused as to why she was fighting him. "My game!" she gritted, shoving roughly at his shoulders. She'd be damned if she let herself be at the mercy of her greatest enemy-and her greatest crush. ["Ooooh, this is weird!"] she groaned mentally. She wanted kisses and now she was trying to stop him. She was REALLY confused right now! "What?" he said, bewildered. Yet, he rolled off of her, laying there and watching as she scrambled to her knees. Both were panting heavily, Sailor Moon's eyes glazed. "You like…games. Right, Mamoru?" she gasped out, fanning herself with her hand. He frowned at her, recovering from the kiss faster than her. In fact, there was a strange light in his eyes that she couldn't define. "Of course," he drawled. ["What is she getting at? Oh! THOSE games!"] He narrowed his eyes at her, enlightened. "Umm…" Sailor Moon looked around frantically. Why had she mentioned games exactly? NOW what? ["But I’m terrible at games! Ask Ami!"] "What did you have in mind?" he asked seductively, reaching for her. Sailor Moon scrambled away hastily, dancing out of his reach. "No, no! Not THOSE games, hentai!" she shouted. Mamoru's eyebrows came together, suspicion in his eyes. "Not THOSE games? It's MY dream, Sailor Moon!" He glared stubbornly, wondering why his dream was resisting his advances. ["Am I doomed to have NO women fall into my arms? I practically told Usagi I hate her and Sailor Moon has no idea that I even like her!"] Oh yes, his life sucked big time. And he wasn’t the chick magnet he always thought he’d be with a great car and a really expensive apartment and dashing good looks… "So it is," Sailor Moon replied nervously, eyes shifting left and right. {"I HAVE to get out, before he tries to kiss me again!"] Mamoru got to his feet, stalking towards her like some large cat. "Come here," he ordered her. ["I’ll be DAMNED if my dream won’t let me kiss her! What sort of a jinx would that be?!"] "Why?" she hedged innocently, very aware that he wanted to kiss her again. ["If he does that-I'm a goner!"] she yelled silently. Sailor Moon bit her lip, wishing for divine intervention. It came, but not in the way she could have expected. A knock came at the door, just as Mamoru reached out to take her arm. Both of them froze, startled. They looked at each other, then the door, then at each other again. Sailor Moon's face was shocked and chagrined, Mamoru's suspicious and bewildered. "I didn't dream up an interruption!" he shouted incredulously, ignoring the door and grabbing for Sailor Moon. This time, she couldn't avoid him. "Eeep!" she cried as she was dragged unceremoniously into Mamoru's arms for the third-no, forth-time in two days. It was becoming a habit. ["I'm beginning to suspect that dashing tuxedo is only part of the romance that this guys feels! He's really into the sweeping a girl of her feet thing,"] Sailor Moon thought happily. Mamoru leaned in to kiss her again, when the knocking came at the door. "Huh?" he asked, confused. When his head turned away, Sailor Moon looked around frantically. Her eyes fell on the lamp, sitting on a table near the couch. She looked at it sideways, then at Mamoru. She sighed, reached for it...and slammed it against the back of his head. Mamoru fell like a rock and her with him. She scrambled free just before he pinned her again and caught him. Sailor Moon lowered him to the floor carefully and anxiously checked his head. It wasn't bleeding, but a lump was already forming. "I'm sorry, Mamo-Chan!" she said guiltily. Then she clapped a hand over her mouth, not believing what she had just said. "I'm giving him an affectionate name now? Oh no!" She glared accusingly at the unconscious man, whacking him on the chest, hard. "You jerk! You're making me fall for you-Arrgghhhhh! I already haaaave!" she shrieked loudly through her gloved hands in shock. Mamoru stirred, wincing even in his unconscious state. "Mamoru?" a familiar voice called from outside the apartment. Sailor Moon glanced up in horror. "It's Motoki! Oh no!" She looked down at the comatose Mamoru, then at the door. Sailor Moon hesitated, then leaned over and kissed Mamoru gently on the lips, savoring the feel and taste. Mamoru smelt like roses. Strange that she never noticed before. "I'm sorry! You-shouldn't have kissed me!" she whispered, stroking his cheek lightly with a gloved finger. This wasn’t how she’d intended their meeting to go. Nothing he’d done compared to THIS! She’d knocked him unconscious! The sound of a key in the lock was enough to get her moving. She raced swiftly towards the balcony, the way she had come. Sailor Moon closed the sliding glass door quickly, ran to railing and leaped over the edge. For a moment, she felt fear as she dropped eight stories, but surprisingly, she landed on her feet with only a slight stumble. Without another look, she ran off into the night, wondering where she had gone wrong…and if Mamoru needed a hospital. [ Click here to report possible abuse to staff ] 1. Default Chapter Title2. Default Chapter Title3. Default Chapter Title4. Default Chapter Title5. Default Chapter Title6. Default Chapter Title7. Default Chapter Title8. Default Chapter Title9. Default Chapter Title10. Default Chapter Title11. Default Chapter Title