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Chapter Nine



"Mamoru! My god, are you okay?"
The voice broke annoyingly into Mamoru's rather painful thoughts. His head 
killed for one. Though he remembered distinctly kissing an angel… "Angel?" he 
muttered. His eyes opened slowly, immediately squinting with the pain from the 
overhead light. ["Where is Sailor Moon? Oh wait, it was a dream-so why is my 
head killing me?"]
"Mamoru?" Motoki questioned, staring down at him. When he’d walked in, his 
friend was laying sprawled on the carpet, a smashed lamp nearby.
Mamoru turned his head carefully and saw Motoki leaning over him. "What are 
you-oh, the club. Right." He blinked, realizing his prone position. "Why am I on 
the floor? And why does my head feel like a truck smashed into it?"
"I'm NOT surprised, my friend. Someone smash a lamp into your head." Motoki 
pointed to the remains of Mamoru's lamp.
Mamoru sat up with difficulty, then looked at the floor. He winced. "I LIKED 
that lamp!" he complained indignantly. Things were fuzzy, but he was beginning 
to remember. Sailor Moon. "Her!" he accused, with disbelief. ["My dream girl 
smashed a lamp on my head?!"]
Motoki stared at him funny. "Her? A girl did this? Are you okay? You look really 
out of it," he breathed anxiously, eyes skimming over his best friend. Mamoru 
looked like a herd of elephants had trounced him. His hair was matted to his 
head with sweat-no BLOOD! "My god! You're bleeding! She really got you!". 
Immediately, he scanned the room, looking for his friend’s assailant. ["Who is 
‘she’ anyway? I didn’t know Mamoru had a girlfriend! Oh, this could be real bad 
for the bets. There goes my money out the window! If Mamoru is dating, then he 
and Usagi are still enemies."]
 
"I’m bleeding? Damn it!" Mamoru said, feeling his head tentatively. Sure enough, 
there was a large lump-which was bleeding slowly. Luckily, it wasn’t too bad. 
But it still remained-SHE had smashed a lamp over his head-and he’d been kissing 
her! ["Way to make a guy feel loved. Even my dreams are pissed at me!"] he 
grumbled silently. Then, his eyes narrowed. If it was a dream, then why had he 
been knocked unconscious and was now bleeding. It could only mean one thing. It 
had been the REAL Sailor Moon! "Yeah," Mamoru muttered darkly, beginning to 
realize that the 'dream' wasn't a dream, per-say. "Sailor Moon brained me!" he 
added incredulously.
"Sailor Moon? She was here?" Motoki asked eagerly. He paused, looking supremely 
bewildered. "Why?"
"I don't know," Mamoru muttered. He frowned. "But I intend to find out." He 
began to struggle to his feet, vision blurry. Boy, she had really whacked him 
one! And he’d been so-distracted-that he hadn’t even seen it coming. Somewhere 
inside, he was VERY confused. Sailor Moon was a gentle caring person-so why had 
she brained him? And WHAT had she been doing in his apartment? His eyes widened 
in horror. ["Oh no! What is she found out who I was and was coming to tell me 
about some dangerous Youma! And I jumped her!"]
Motoki helped his injured friend to his feet. "Want to tell me why the heroine 
of Tokyo was in your apartment, Mamoru?" he asked with deep suspicion. Even as 
he watched, Mamoru got a poleaxed look in his eyes.
Mamoru looked at his oldest friend for a long moment. "I suppose it's time you 
knew. And after you DO know, you can help me with this girl trouble I'm having." 
He said 'girl' through gritted teeth. He was NOT pleased with Sailor Moon at 
that moment. At ALL.
"Oh?" Motoki replied with interest. ["I guess any relationship Mamoru has is 
bound to be rocky."] He grinned in relief. ["At least I can still keep the bets 
on Usagi and Mamoru open! Like HE’D ever date Sailor Moon! And she brained 
him-so I guess that says something, huh?"]
"Yeah." Mamoru took a deep breath. "There's something I've been hiding from you. 
A really BIG secret that you can't tell a soul about. Not even Reika."
"Not even her?" Motoki said with disappointment. Then he glared. "A BIG secret? 
And you didn't tell me? You'd better be hiding the crown jewels of England 
buddy!" he threatened. ["Boy, who’d have thought Mamoru could have a huge secret 
and keep it from me? He’s always laid that ‘mystery guy’ air on a bit thick"]
"Close. More like a crystal," Mamoru muttered. He reached into the air about 
him, withdrawing a perfect red rose. Even as he saw Motoki gape, the 
transformation overtook him. When it was done, he looked at Motoki through the 
half-mask expectantly.
"Well," Motoki said, staring. His eyes were so wild that Mamoru thought he would 
run out of the apartment. "My-best friend in the entire world-" he began, "…IS 
Tuxedo Kamen!" he finished exultantly. "Man! Are you going to be a babe-magnet!"
"Right," Tuxedo Kamen said dryly, de-transforming into Mamoru. He paused, then 
felt the back of his head, eyes wide with surprise and then resignation.
"What?" Motoki asked, seeing the strange look in Mamoru's eyes.
"A weird healing power. The bump and pain are gone." Mamoru sighed, going into 
the kitchen. Motoki watched as Mamoru filled a jug with water and set it to 
boil. "And my nose," he added thoughtfully.
"Nose?" Motoki queried.
"She punched me," Mamoru admitted ruefully. ["Accidentally-but STILL! She 
brained me after!"]
"PUNCHED? Sailor Moon?" his friend gasped, eyes wide. "No way!"
"I sort of-dropped her," Mamoru muttered under his breath. ["This is so 
humiliating. In all the Youma battles-I’ve never once dropped Sailor Moon. What 
if I do it again?"] he winced at the thought, drawing his breath in sharply. He 
could already picture Zoisite’s face as she watched Tuxedo Kamen ‘fumble’ the 
Senshi, as it were.
"Why would you do that? Sailor Moon in your arms…" Motoki trailed off 
suggestively. ["I know if I didn’t have Reika, I’d take Sailor Moon in a second! 
What a beautiful girl…And those LEGS! Wow!"]
"Mind out of gutter, Motoki! I said something that startled her, okay?" he 
murmured. ["That's right. I mentioned the Princess."]
"So, how about this girl trouble then? A what's it got to do with Sailor Moon 
bashing you over the-oh." Motoki paused, realization dawning in his eyes. He 
shot Mamoru an incredulous, yet admiring, glance. "You jumped Sailor Moon?!"
"I thought I was dreaming!" Mamoru roared back.
"Dreaming?" Motoki mused. "I GUESS. Since you're TK and all and you see her a 
lot." He stared at the dark-haired man searchingly. "You didn't question her 
being in your apartment, making out with you?"
"I KISSED her!" Mamoru gritted, wrenching a cupboard open. He grabbed the coffee 
and two mugs angrily. "That's ALL that happened!"
"Uh huh," Motoki said wisely. "And she bashed you over the head...why?"
"We heard you at the door. I turned my head and...nothing. I woke up on the 
floor," Mamoru replied. He frowned darkly, pouring out the coffee. They went 
back into the lounge and sat down, staring at teach other.
"So-she snuck up on you?" Motoki asked.
"Why do you say that?" Mamoru asked warily.
Motoki smiled innocently. "Why, because she would have had to have been CLOSE to 
bash you over the head and you not notice her coming."
"Okay!" Mamoru shouted. "I was about to kiss her when you knocked and she 
bashed." He looked into his coffee pensively. "I don't blame her," he said, with 
a sudden shocking revelation. ["I DON’T believe it!"] he shouted mentally. But 
what other explanation was there? And he’d almost touched on the truth when he’d 
looked at Usagi’s odangos the night before. Mamoru could have cheerfully smacked 
himself around for being such a blind moron. It was so OBVIOUS, once you knew! 
"She's only fourteen and I practically jumped her!"
"Fourteen? Sailor Moon is fourteen?" Motoki asked with disbelief and interest. 
"How do you know?"
"Because," Mamoru snarled. "Sailor Moon is USAGI!" Not that it made him feel any 
better-though he had discovered that both of the girls he was in love with were 
the same person. NOW what could he do? She’d somehow found out that it was 
him-and maybe come for revenge and then he’d kissed her and probably thrown all 
her plans out the window. He felt rather smug about that fact. Now he knew for 
certain, that her feelings were MUCH deeper than they’d realized. He had hope 
yet!
Motoki merely gaped at him. "Usagi? OUR Usagi? The ditz, the cry-baby…the one 
you hate?"
Mamoru frowned at him darkly. "DO you MIND? It was a game you see," he started. 
"I began it and she-well, I guess she came for revenge or something." He looked 
thoughtfully down at his hands, studying them absently. ["I suppose I deserve it 
after this morning’s stunt! Usagi must have known that I was Tuxedo Kamen when I 
kissed her this morning and-said those things."] He winced. ["She must have been 
so hurt…"]
"Start at the beginning. I can't take this," Motoki said weakly, gulping the 
scalding coffee down in one gulp. "I KNEW that you and Usagi had a ‘thing’, but 
now that I know your two are super heroes and EVERYONE knows that TK and SM have 
a BIG ‘thing’… He looked suddenly chagrined. ["Oh no! The bets! I can’t tell 
anyone what I know! Arrgggh!"]
Mamoru followed suit, looking bewildered. "I was struck with this arrow. A love 
arrow I think. The next person I saw-or rather bashed into-was Odango Atama. I 
fell for her hard and when the arrow wore off...I was still in love with her! Me 
with USAGI! Anyway, I tried to talk to her, to tell her how I felt and she ran 
off in a huff." Mamoru sighed deeply. "That was the FIRST time. I ended up 
following her everywhere like a love-sick calf when I was under the spell-but 
when it was gone, I was still in love. I was bewildered and angry and-well…you 
saw me in the arcade"
"Like the walking dead," Motoki agreed readily. He grimaced. "Well, when you 
were under the spell," he finished hastily.
"I finally found her again and freaked her out yet again. We had a fight and she 
ran for it! Umm-then there was the underpants incident, the fight with the 
Sailor Moon clone-"
"That's Usagi all right," Motoki agreed. "Wait a minute-clones? Underpants?! 
What underpants?!" he asked eagerly. "And hey! Were YOU the secret admirer?"
"Never mind." Mamoru glared ominously and Motoki dropped it.
"Then what?" Motoki muttered crossly. NO details! Ugh!
"Oh, you’ll love this one, Motoki," Mamoru said with self-mockery. "I uh, 
transformed into Tuxedo Kamen, got her home address from a phone book and went 
charging over there like a love-sick calf!" he explained in remembered 
disbelief. "As I went to tell her, she kinda…flashed me," he mumbled, trailing 
off.
"FLASHED you? Usagi?" Motoki dropped his mug. Neither guy noticed. "No way!"
"She didn't MEAN to! I mean, I should have realized she'd be in her nightdress 
at that time of night." Mamoru's eyes glazed over with memory. "A really…short 
pink nightie…with lacy undies-"
"Undies? AGAIN?!" Motoki yelped. "You saw THAT?"
"It was short!" Mamoru shouted back defensively. "Then we got into this really 
weird conversation. She decided I was a dream and said some things I BET she's 
regretting now. AND-" He paused again.
"What?"
"I'd never in a million years get it out of her NOW. But I think she had a thing 
for Tuxedo Kamen. ME."
Motoki sucked in a breath and winced. "Oh man. And now she KNOWS it was you."
"I tried to get out of it! I kissed her almost senseless and made my escape. But 
somehow she must have found out." He frowned, trying to figure it out. ["Lets 
see. Speech, undies, talk, hug…kiss."] Mamoru groaned and slapped his head. "I'm 
an IDIOT!"
"You kissed her almost senseless?" Motoki was asking with interest.
Mamoru glared. "Shut up! I realized how she found out."
"Oh?"
"I went charging in there and practically told her who I was straight off!" 
Mamoru buried his face into his hands. "You want to know what I said?"
"Yes!" Motoki shouted, tired of waiting for his friend to spill the beans.
"I said, and I quote, 'We can continued the conversation we were having when you 
so rudely ran away earlier. And THIS time, you aren't getting away, Usagi!’"
Motoki stared long at Mamoru, then burst into laughter. "Oh yeah! You blew it 
big-time, my friend!"
"Thank you for the vote of confidence," Mamoru replied acidly. "There’s more. 
Apparently Usagi figured it out last NIGHT and this morning when I went to 
ambush HER-she was trying to ambush me! I’ll bet my cloak on it!"
"What makes you say that?" Motoki said curiously.
"Because she acted so strangely. Now that I think of it. And I-idiot that I was 
KISSED her, as Mamoru and then practically told her that I HATED her."
"Oh dear, you didn’t. Poor, Usagi!" Motoki groaned. "And?"
"I thought it was all over-but then, when I woke up SHE was here. I THOUGHT that 
it was a dream-I mean, how would Sailor Moon get into my apartment?" He broke 
off, eyes intently curious. "How DID she get in here?" he wonder out loud.
Motoki looked around. "The balcony?"
"No, it was locked," Mamoru murmured. "But then again, so was the front door. 
The only access she had to a lock would be the front. The balcony’s lock is on 
the inside."
"So she-PICKED the lock? USAGI?!" Motoki gaped in disbelief. "It can’t be," he 
muttered dazedly.
"What other explanation could there be?" Mamoru replied, amazed. ["Wow. She’s 
even more amazing than I thought. My Usagi-picking a lock for revenge?"] His 
head lowered. "I wonder what she came to do when I woke up?"
"Don’t you think that she could have been here for as long as she liked before 
you woke? She’s a klutz-yeah. But she’s Sailor Moon too," Motoki said 
defensively.
Mamoru’s head rose up, eyes glaring at his friend. "You’re defending that ditz? 
She brained me with a lamp, Motoki!"
"She’s Usagi though, buddy! Usagi-who wouldn’t…USUALLY, hurt a fly!" Motoki 
protested, looking shocked.
"I’d USUALLY agree with you-apart from flying test papers, shoes, lamps. Should 
I go on?" Mamoru said acidly.
"USAGI? Really? You’ve really put your foot in it this time, Mamoru. After all 
this, how are you going to look her in the eye? Or CAT around her!" Motoki 
looked around excitedly. "You’ve kissed her stacks of times-"
"Three or four times," Mamoru put in darkly. ["And BOY did they come with a 
price!"]
"Broken into her room, let her fondle your cloak, told her you hated her-"
"NOT my fault!" Mamoru bellowed, startling his friend.
"Sure, sure." Motoki waved a hand around dismissively. "The point IS-You two are 
NEVER ever going to look at each other the same way. I mean, discovering that 
your crush is your worst enemy-"
"Right," Mamoru replied, eyes lightening. "Usagi had a crush on Tuxedo Kamen. 
And even when she knew it was me, Mamoru-she let me kiss her and didn’t fight 
me!"
"Maybe she likes YOU now, Mamoru," Motoki suggested slyly.
"Don’t jump to conclusions, Motoki," Mamoru replied moodily. "I was under a 
spell when I first loved her. Usagi has-only what happened SINCE. And not a lot 
flattering. Sure, I’ve kissed her lots, but we’ve had just as many fights and 
she doesn’t look like she’s willing to declare her undying love quite yet," he 
finished dryly. His eyes flickered to the side nervously. ["I KNOW that she 
likes me! A LOT! But Motoki wouldn’t be able to keep THAT one a secret. I just 
know it."]
"You never know." Motoki brightened. "But hey, it’s Usagi! She’s only fourteen 
and jail bait anyway!"
"Thank you SO much for making me remember that fact!" Mamoru replied acidly. 
"You’re a real buddy."
"You're welcome. Umm…now what? You SEE Usagi at the arcade every day," Motoki 
said, eyes wide as he thought about the imminent encounter.
"Oh great, I hadn't thought of tomorrow," Mamoru admitted anxiously. "What do I 
DO? I swear, she's going to kill me for this!"
"But-she already KNOWS. But…she doesn't know that YOU know about HER. Right?" 
Motoki replied hopefully. "About her being Sailor Moon, I mean. We can use 
that-right? She won’t have expected you to guess yet?"
Mamoru smiled wickedly. "Right," he drawled. His smile widened evilly and he 
felt an irrational urge to rub his hands together like some corny movie bad-guy. 
But this was just TOO perfect! After all, he owed her for bashing him over the 
head. "That’s EXACTLY right, Motoki."
Motoki looked nervously at him insanely grinning friend and groaned. "Oh no. 
This has disaster written all over it!"



"Ooooh!" Sailor Moon winced, wringing her hands as she jumped from roof-top to 
roof-top, getting away as fast as she could from Mamoru’s apartment-just in case 
he woke up quickly and came after her. "How could I smack him over the HEAD-with 
a LAMP?" she wailed out-loud. Her blue eyes were filled with remorse, anger, and 
chagrin. ["I wonder if he liked that lamp? Maybe I can buy him a new one?"] she 
thought, biting her lip. And she REALLY felt like biting her nails-which was of 
course impossible through her gloves. Which reminded her that she was still 
transformed and jumping around Juuban aimlessly. If any of the other Senshi saw 
her, they’d skin her alive!
Sailor moon swiftly jumped down into an alley and de-transformed into Usagi, 
looking herself over swiftly. She took her school-bag from her sub-space pocket 
and headed towards the arcade to see if Makoto was still there. "I think it’s 
WAAAAY past the time when I should tell the girls what I-Sailor moon and Tuxedo 
Kamen have been up to." She winced again, thinking of Rei’s face. The girl had a 
major crush of Mamoru. "Maybe I shouldn’t say anything to Rei?"
"Say what to me?" a voice inquired from Usagi’s right.
Usagi spun in that direction to see Rei there, half-turned from a dress shop 
window-front and dressed in her private school uniform. "Umm-I was-er…going to 
ask you what you wanted for your birthday" Usagi blurted out, eyes wide with 
surprise. Having the person she had been thinking about, just pop out like that 
was-freaky. "But, I’ve decided just to surprise you" she finished weakly, 
peeking at the raven-haired priestess from between golden lashes.
Rei bought it. "Oh, well, that’d be great, Usagi" she said, falling in beside 
the blonde. "Were you heading for the arcade?" she looked perplexed, turning 
slightly to stare back at the way Usagi had been coming from-the OPPOSITE 
direction from school!
"I umm-went to your school to meet you half-way…and here you are!" Usagi said 
brightly, plastering a false smile on her face and hoping desperately that Rei 
didn’t see guilt written all over her face. ["Play it calm, Tsukino! She doesn’t 
know a thing! Not that you kissed, Mamoru-or am possibly in love with him-or 
that he’s Tuxedo Kamen….and that I just gave him a concussion"] she winced 
again, thinking of the headache Mamoru was going to have when he woke up.
"Are you okay?" Rei said, staring at Usagi weirdly. ["She’s acting so strange,"]
"Fine, fine!" Usagi giggled lightly, spotting the arcade just ahead with great 
relief. Then, she saw Ami about to enter. "Hey! Ami!" she shouted, waving her 
hands in the air frantically. Then she reached down for Rei’s hand and dragged 
the girl swiftly down the sidewalk and to Ami’s side in record time.
Ami stared and Rei panted.
"It’s beyond ME, how a girl who eats as much as Odango Atama here, can move so 
fast" Rei gasped sarcastically.
"Don’t caaaaaall me that!" Usagi wailed, in genuine frustration. Somehow, 
somewhere along the line-Mamoru’s nick-name for her had turned into a pet-name. 
And Usagi didn’t want anyone else calling her that! ["Ugh! Did I just THINK 
that?!"]
she gaped in horror, then desperately tried to focus on Ami. "Didn’t you 
have-Chapters to read?" she inquired, leading the way through the sliding doors 
into the arcade.
"All done" Ami giggled. "So-I thought I’d come here-knowing that YOU would 
be-and have a burger or something"
"Hey Makoto!" Rei called out.
Usagi looked behind the counter and saw Makoto there, covered in suds and 
wearing an apron. Beside her was a down-trodden Rebecca-looking like a drowned 
rat. "Umm-it exploded again?" she said, guessing. She hid a big smile at the 
picture Makoto made.
"Yep" Makoto nodded, then grinned maniacally and thrust a hand into the air in 
triumph. "But I fixed it!"
"Where’s Motoki? I wanted a shake" Usagi said, craning her head around the 
arcade. She frowned when she couldn’t see the guy. ["Where could he be? This is 
HIS arcade!"]
"Disappointed that your crush isn’t present?" Rei hissed into Usagi’s ear, 
smiling brightly.
"He’s NOT my crush!" Usagi hissed back, turning her eyes to glare at the 
priestess. What was WORSE-was that it was TRUE! "Tuxedo Kamen is!" her blue eyes 
widened and she slapped a hand over her mouth in horror. ["Oh noooooo! Why did I 
say that? I know Mamoru is Tuxedo! But I like Mamoru TOOOOOO! And I like the 
kisses and-and…I might love him!"] she thought with great panic, eyes growing 
larger and larger.
Rei stared at her friend’s face-which was rapidly turning purple from lack of 
oxygen. Usagi’s hands were over her mouth and nose, eyes the size of golf-balls. 
The priestess slapped Usagi’s back, while yanking her hands from the blonde’s 
face. "You idiot! BREATH!" she yelled, exasperated.
Usagi gasped and leant over, shoulders heaving. "I don’t love him! I don’t love 
him!" she chanted under her breath, hiding her face and staring hard at the 
floor. "Nooooooo! This is bad!" she wailed.
Makoto walked around the counter and yanked Usagi up by her shoulder, staring 
into her face with exasperation. "He left for the day, Usagi! There’s no need 
for a panic attack" the brunette shouted, shaking Usagi’s shoulders.
Usagi fought free and glared. "What? Who-? OH! Motoki! No problem" she said 
weakly, leaning against the counter.
"Sure" Rei snorted.
"Where’d he go?" Usagi asked casually, ordering a burger and shake from a 
harassed-looking Rebecca.
"He’s going to some club with Reika and a few friends tonight-so I offered to 
help Rebecca out" Makoto said, wiping off the counter efficiently.
"OH, that’s right. He mentioned something about that" Usagi muttered, eagerly 
grabbing the shake that Rebecca handed to her. She gulped it down, mind going 
back to Mamoru lying unconscious on his living-room floor. ["I hope he’s not 
bleeding to death!"] she wailed internally. ["I’ll never forgive myself! But he 
REALLY shouldn’t have kissed me!"] she finished triumphantly, taking the last 
mouth-full. AND-she might have been a blonde-but SURELY Mamoru had figured it 
out by now that his worst enemy was Sailor Moon. ["Yep. He’ll come for revenge, 
all right."] she thought, shivering lightly.
"So-he went to pick Mamoru up first and then, they’re coming here to see how the 
arcade is going-" Makoto went on, talking to Rei.
Usagi abruptly choked and spat out the last mouth-full of shake, spraying it all 
over the counter. "WHAAAT?!" she screeched, suddenly remembering that it HAD 
been Motoki at Mamoru’s door-and that Motoki was coming back HERE before the 
club? With MAMORU? Who probably KNEW that SHE was- "Oh noooo!" she wailed. She 
stared at Rebecca with burning eyes, slamming a hand down on the counter. "Give 
me my burger-on the double!" she yelled. ["I have to get out of here!"]
"Usagi!" Makoto admonished. "What’s wrong with you?"
"My-he-umm…." The blonde stammered, eagerly grabbing at the plate Rebecca thrust 
at her. "My room! Mom’s gonna kill me!" she started to eat the burger down 
rapidly, then choked and eat slower. It wouldn’t do her any good to choke to 
death-before Mamoru could kill her!
"Then why are you here?" Rei snapped, rolling her eyes.
"I wanted to see my friends-okay?" Usagi muttered at them, eyes skittering from 
side to side. Her skin crawled every time the sliding doors tot he arcade 
opened, but every time she looked, it wasn’t Mamoru. And gradually, she began to 
relax and eat her burger even slower. ["Maybe Motoki is taking Mamoru to the 
hospital? In which case-they won’t come here at all!"] she grinned. ["All 
right!"]
Of course, if she’d known what was COMING-she’d have run out of there so fast 
that no one would have seen her move!



Chiba Mamoru AKA Tuxedo Kamen, general all-round hero of Tokyo, possible 
boyfriend of the beautiful Solider Sailor Moon and owner of a really expensive 
red Ferrari-strode down the sidewalk purposefully. His deep blue eyes were 
glinting with determination under his black lashes and his every move was filled 
with purpose. In other words, everyone got out of his way QUICKLY. This was 
clearly a man with a destiny. With a purpose that would not be deterred. With-
"Mamoru buddy!" Motoki called out from behind, voice filled with desperation. "A 
little less enthusiasm?" he pleaded. He grabbed at his head. "And what about the 
club? Reika is going to kill me! We’re supposed to be ready by seven!"
Mamoru blinked, frowned, then slowed down his pace. He turned his head, still 
moving at a fair clip and regarded his best friend-who was struggling 
desperately to keep up. "What was that?" he demanded, annoyed. "Clubs? At a time 
like this?" ["Doesn’t he realize that I have to get to Usagi NOW? She fooled me! 
Kissed me-then brained me with a lamp! She owes me big! And he’s thinking about 
clubs?!"]
"Yes, I realize that you want to get to Usagi and kiss her lights out!" Motoki 
retorted, catching up with Mamoru’s long stride. He reached into a pocket and 
pulled out a hanky, then mopped at his sweat-beaded forehead wearily. "But do 
you REALLY have to walk like you’re going for the Olympics?! Hello! Normal 
mortal guy here-not a big super-hero type!" he finished sarcastically.
"Sorry about that-but you’re walking so bloody SLOW, damn it!" Mamoru bellowed 
at him. His frown deepened into a black scowl, so ferocious that people actually 
crossed to the other side of the street to avoid the two men.
"You’re scaring the tourists," Motoki muttered, nodding weakly at a woman and 
two screaming brats that were eyeing Mamoru as if he were Godzilla or something. 
She hastily raised a camera to her eyes and snapped a picture, then dashed into 
a shop, children in tow. "THAT was weird. What IS it with tourists these days?" 
he wondered.
"Do we care?" Mamoru muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. He slowed 
down against, steps faltering. "Motoki! I need a plan!" he exploded. "I don’t 
HAVE a plan!"
"No plan?" Motoki said weakly, steps faltering also. He eyed his friend askance. 
"Do you usually dash into battle like this with no game plan?"
"What’s to PLAN?" Mamoru almost shouted. "I jump into the fray, clad in a snazzy 
tuxedo and throw deadly roses! What’s to plan there exactly?" he demanded in 
exasperation.
"Oh," Motoki replied, embarrassed. "Right you are."
"So," Mamoru murmured, thinking hard. ["What’s wrong with just running in there 
and grabbing her? I could kiss her-and she would bash me over the head again. 
Okay-umm…Her friend’s don’t know either, so I can’t change into Tuxedo Kamen and 
sweep her off her feet. Assuming that she’ll HAVE me now-"] He groaned in 
remembrance. ["After all, I jumped her!"]
"Mamoru? Are you okay?" Motoki asked, peering at the dark-haired man. "You look 
really stressed."
"So I should be," Mamoru groaned, rolling his eyes. "This whole thing is a mess 
from start to finish. Who’d have ever thought that Usagi would turn out to be 
Sailor Moon?"
"Shhh!" Motoki hissed urgently, looking around at the crowded sidewalk. Luckily, 
no one was paying attention to the mad-man on a mission and his sidekick.
Mamoru slammed his hands together, face triumphant. "That’s it! I’ll just go in 
there, confront her and then-"
"And then?" Motoki prompted eagerly, when his friend didn’t go on.
Mamoru’s face fell again. "I have NO idea!"
Motoki groaned, hiding his face in his hands. "Great game-plan there. I say 
we’re doomed!"
"Ditto."
Five minutes later, they were standing before the arcade sliding doors.
"You’re not backing out now?" Motoki said, disappointed. He was quite looking 
forward to the show that Mamoru and Usagi were going to put on.
"Not bloody likely," Mamoru murmured, staring through the glass. She was there 
at the counter, talking with her friends. He frowned thoughtfully, wondering how 
to go about it. But the less plans, the better. He’d just go up to her-and wing 
it. "Right," he said under his breath. The doors slid open for him, Motoki 
following behind gleefully. Mamoru strode silently up to Usagi’s back, ignoring 
her friends. "Hello, Odango Atama," he drawled silkily.
"Mamoru!" Usagi yelped, spinning around. ["Oh no! How’d he get here so fast? 
He’s NOT at the hospital! Arrgggggh!"] Her nose almost smashed into his chest, 
because he was so close behind her. She backed off a few steps, eyes going 
automatically to his head, where she had bashed him- "How’s your-er-" she broke 
off, biting her lip. HE didn’t know that she was Sailor Moon! She was startled 
and nervous when Mamoru leaned in close, until his breath tickled her ear.
"My head is FINE, thank you, Miss Moon," he growled into her ear. "I certainly 
don’t appreciate being knocked unconscious with my own lamp though!"
Her eyes opened wide with shock. ["He KNOWS! Oh no! I was right!"] Usagi drew 
back from him, a frown trying to stay on her face, while she just wanted to 
bolt. "Sailor Moon? Huh?" she said dumbly, trying to brazen it out.
"Nice try. But I know you now," he murmured to her, eyes wicked. "I’ve kissed 
you as both, remember?"
Usagi slowly flushed a deep red. "Stop that!" she hissed. "How dare you keep 
kissing me without warning! Ooops?" she broke off as she realized that she had 
given herself away.
"Uh ha!" He grinned triumphantly at her. ["Now I’ve got you."]
"Get out of my face, jerk," she muttered at him, still flushing. She scowled. 
["So what? He knows it’s me and I know it’s him. And we both like each other, 
but we’re still fighting-"] She smiled at him, eyes rather strained. "So-it’s 
back to business as usual then? Now that we know each other’s secrets?"
"I don’t think so," Mamoru drawled. "We have a LOT of unfinished business. AND, 
you owe me a kiss."
"Whaaaaaaat?" she shrieked at him, startled. She backed off, looking around with 
embarrassment. Everyone was staring.
"Are you okay, Usagi?" Makoto asked, frowning at Mamoru.
"Can’t you two ever get along?" Rei griped.
["Getting along is NOT the problem!"] Usagi thought, panicked. If he kissed her, 
how would she ever get away? And did she WANT to? And-she looked back to Mamoru 
nervously and saw an evil glint in his eyes. ["What does he intend to DO to me, 
to get me back for the lamp?! Eeeek!"]
"We’re getting along, right, Odango?" Mamoru said easily, eyes on Usagi’s 
freak-out expression. He had her and she knew it. And what was more, he knew 
that she knew he would demand some sort of retribution for the lamp fiasco. The 
game had been going on for too long now for her to back out. And there was no 
way he was letting her go now!
"Sure," Ami said skeptically.
"No really," Motoki put in.
Mamoru shot his friend a glare that said ’say anything and die!’ He turned back 
to the blonde girl nearby. "We have some…business, Odango. Care to resolve it?" 
he asked her silkily.
Usagi’s blue eyes widened in shock and desperation. "NO!" she shouted at him, 
backing off further. "I am going NOWHERE with you!"
"Afraid?" he drawled, taking a step towards her. She retreated and he followed.
"He’s stalking me again!" Usagi muttered disbelievingly under her breath. ["And 
right in front of my friends!"] She stopped backing away frowning at him with 
displeasure. HE had jumped HER! If anyone owed anything, it was him! "AS IF!" 
she yelled at him.
"Then-" he began.
"NO! I said no and I mean no!" Usagi shrieked, losing her temper. There was no 
way in hell that she was going anywhere alone with him!
"Usagi, maybe you should go with him?" Motoki suggested.
The girls shot him an incredulous look, echoed by a death-glare by Mamoru.
"You guys have to work this out one day," Motoki added weakly.
"He’s right," Ami murmured. "However, perhaps not today. We have School in the 
morning."
"ANY day, I’d say," Makoto replied lightly, grinning from a seething Usagi to a 
smug Mamoru. "Put those two in a room together and it won’t be in one piece for 
more than two seconds."
Usagi flushed brightly, knowing EXACTLY what she and Mamoru would be doing 
within two seconds.
Mamoru’s grin widened, knowing what she was thinking. ["You and me both, 
Usagi,"] he murmured seductively in his mind. The look he gave her from under 
his lashes was hungry. ["I think this has gone on for long enough. It’s time to 
take action!"]
"I think you should get along," Rei muttered, frowning at them both. "You act 
like four year olds when you’re together."
["Not bloody likely!"] Mamoru and Usagi thought simultaneously
"Yes, Odango Atama. Why don’t you stop acting like a four year old?" Mamoru said 
pointedly, eyes glinting.
["A four year old? Why that JERK! How DARE he!"] Usagi went up in flames, seeing 
red. She might like him and possibly LOVE him-but how dare he embarrass her in 
front of her friends like that?! "You're a jerk! You know that, don't you, 
Chiba!" she shouted at him.
"Mmm. I can live with that, Odango Atama," Mamoru replied smoothly. He assessed 
the seething blonde before him, bent and picked her up. ["I hope she doesn’t hit 
me."]
Usagi was shocked to find herself being flung embarrassingly over Mamoru's 
shoulder, right in the middle of a crowded arcade. She was forced upside down, 
head and hair dangling. ["Oh my god! What is he DOING?!"] she shrieked silently, 
horrified. He’d done it in front of the entire arcade!
"Mamoru!" Rei cried out, astonished. "What are you doing to Usagi!?"
"Are you CRAZY?" Makoto shouted, getting to her feet.
"She's DRIVING me that way, believe me," Mamoru growled, glaring around at them 
all. He saluted with mockery, the other hand on Usagi’s waist firmly. He 
suddenly grinned at them all. "I should have tried this MUCH earlier, if I 
wanted to humiliate the Odango Atama."
"You’d better enjoy it, you creep," Usagi threatened. "Because the minute you 
put me down, I’m going to beat you into a bloody pulp!"
Mamoru turned his face away from the others, angling it down to where she was 
dangling. "I’d prefer a kiss, if you didn’t mind terribly," he murmured.
Usagi flushed. "Not in this lifetime! How dare you embarrass me like this, 
Chiba! Put me DOWN you barbarian!" she yelped, trying to raise herself up with 
her hands. All that was available was…his backside. She flushed brighter and 
gingerly settled down, not wanting to give anyone anything ELSE to talk about.
"NOT until we talk, Odango Atama," he replied with mock-reasonability. He began 
to walk out of the arcade casually, with her over his shoulder like a sack of 
wheat. She realized with panic that no one was stopping him!
"Motoki?" she shrieked. "Ami, Rei, Makotooo?!"
"Sorry, Usagi," Motoki said, walking off. He was whistling a jaunty tune. "You 
guys have to work out your-differences."
"WHAT?" Usagi screeched. She swung her head around to see that Mamoru and she 
had almost reached the arcade sliding doors. "Guys?" she pleaded.
"Umm-sorry, Usagi. Motoki’s right," Ami muttered, catching Motoki's eye.
Rei and Makoto exchanged a grin, then sat back down. They really couldn't 
believe what they were seeing. "Bye, Usagi! Send us a postcard!" Makoto waved, 
grinning madly.
"Traitors!" Usagi yelled. Mamoru carried her out the door and they slid shut 
behind them, but those back in the arcade could hear Usagi shouting desperately 
for a minute after. All the way down the block.
"Let me GO! You jerk! You cad!"
A pause.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
"Oh god, I'm never going to forgive you for this embarrassment, Chiba!"
Another slight pause.
"Can we talk about this? Mamoru? I didn't mean to bash you over the head with 
the laaaaaaamp!"
The wail faded into the distance, leaving an amused arcade full of people and 
three stunned Senshi.
"She…WHAT?" Rei stammered incredulously.
"She HIT him over the head with a LAMP?" Makoto echoed.
"She sure did!" Motoki lowered his voice conspiritally. "But he started it...by 
kissing her!"
"WHAT?!" the three girls shrieked.
Just then, Ami's bag started to beep. She looked significantly at the other two 
girls before turning to Motoki. "We-have to go. I forgot we have-"
"An appointment with the doctor. Yes," Makoto muttered.
"Right," Rei agreed hastily.
"That's okay. I understand," Motoki replied cheerfully.
The girls began to run out, but his voice stopped them dead.
"Bat signal, huh, girls?"
"What?" They looked at him with shock and confusion.
Motoki tapped his nose. "Very hush, hush."
"Huh?" Makoto said intelligently.
Motoki sighed, walked up to them and grasped Rei's shoulders. "I know who you 
are. I know you fight evil and wear reaaaally short skirts." He pushed her away 
gently towards the door. "There's a Youma out there waiting to have its butt 
kicked."
"Right," Rei muttered, staring at him.
"How did you-?" Ami began.
"Later guys. There's a Youma," Makoto reminded them. She gave Motoki a hard 
look. "Later. You. Me. And a locked door, buster!"
"Why, Makoto," Motoki replied innocently. "I have a girlfriend!"
The three Senshi muttered darkly, then ran out the door.
Motoki grinned wildly, then went back to his work. Life was SOOO interesting in 
Juuban!



"I'm sorry I bashed your head! You wouldn't let GO!" Usagi cried for the second 
time. Her head was starting to hurt, being upside-down like this. And everyone 
was staring!
"No, you aren't," Mamoru replied calmly. He muttered as a few men looked 
menacingly at him, and a woman accusingly. "This isn't working," he added, 
turning into a narrow alley between two buildings. He reached into his jacket 
and withdrew a rose, transforming swiftly into Tuxedo Kamen.
Usagi gave a startled gasp as the clothes under her face changed into a familiar 
cloak. "No, no!" she shrieked as the ground disappeared. Soon, they would be 
jumping over ROOFS with her dangling. She wouldn't HAVE IT! "Tuxedo Kamen, I 
swear I'll NEVER forgive you, if you jump all over Tokyo with me like this!" she 
shrieked at him loudly.
"You should have thought of that before you brained me, Miss Tsukino," was the 
smug reply.
"Then-I’ll NEVER kiss you ever again!" she shouted in desperation. ["Yeah, 
suuuure, Usagi!"]
"Yes, you will," Mamoru said calmly, sounding certain and smug.
To Usagi's horror, he began jumping from building to building, bouncing her 
around like crazy. She had no doubt that he would keep her safe-yet bruised-but 
she was going to throw up if he didn't stop NOW! "That DOES it, you jerk!" she 
hissed, a hand reaching for her broach. "Moon Prism Power Makeup!"
When the girl over his shoulder began to glow impressively, grow red-hot and 
sprout red ribbon, Mamoru did the only sensible thing. He threw her. Usagi went 
sailing off of his shoulder, then stopped and floated as she finished her 
transformation. As he watched, Tuxedo Kamen discovered a few interesting things. 
Usagi's broach made her transform. Her transformation was the most beautiful 
thing he had ever seen...and...she was completely naked when transforming into 
Sailor Moon.
Usagi finished her transformation triumphantly, posing. "Ha!"
Tuxedo Kamen grinned lasciviously, eyes glittering. "Did you know you're 
completely naked to the world when you transform, Usagi?" he asked her 
conversationally. ["This was undoubtedly, the highlight of my day."] Of course, 
she could still bash him for his comments…
"ARRGGGGGHH!!" Her loud, outraged shriek was his answer. ["I can’t believe he 
SAID that!"] Then the jewels in her hair began to shake with vibrations. He fell 
over, holding his ears. When he had recovered, he looked up to see his quarry 
had escaped him. He snapped his fingers-no mean feat with thick white 
gloves-frowning in exasperation. "Damn! She's fast!" He grinned mockingly, 
taking off after her. "But I'M faster!"



She looked behind her, noting that Tuxedo Kamen was VERY close behind. Only one 
building away. They’d been jumping form building to building for last minute, 
she trying to escape him. "This isn’t working! Why can’t he go chase Rei?" she 
wailed, jumping onto a fire escape. She hastily began descending the stairs.
Tuxedo Kamen leapt onto the fire escape right behind her, with a clatter and 
began chasing the blonde. She was fast! "She’s desperate," he murmured wickedly. 
"I can’t say that I blame her. But we ARE going to talk."
"Go away!" she shouted up at him through the grill below. She could see him a 
flight above her, black shoes rapidly descending.
"Not a chance, Blondie!" he shouted back, not stopping.
Sailor moon gave a slight shriek as he came into sight on the steps above her. 
She only had one chance. ["Look out beloooow!"] she yelled silently, causally 
throwing herself over the side of the rail. She WAS only three flights above the 
street.
"Sailor Moon! You idiot!" Tuxedo Kamen bellowed as he watched her leap over the 
side of the railing. He rushed to the side in time to see her land-and hard-in 
the passenger seat of a sports car. A convertible, with the top down. The driver 
was obviously a guy, from the short blonde hair that Tuxedo Kamen could see. The 
car swerved slightly-then regained it’s control. To his horror, the car kept 
going! "HEY! Where the hell does that guy think he’s going with MY girl?!" 
Tuxedo Kamen roared in rage.
He saw red. Then, without thinking, he leapt heroically over the railing. He 
braced for impact and hit the ground on a roll. He jumped swiftly to his feet 
and began pelting down the middle of the busy street after the car, long cloak 
flying behind him impressively.



The two people watching WERE impressed. Very.
Kolata Nerina lowered the binoculars from her startled eyes, mouth gaping open. 
‘I don’t believe it! That’s Tuxedo Kamen! What is be DOING?" The woman hastily 
raised the binoculars to her face again, pointing it at the middle of the 
street. Down below, she could see a dashingly romantic figure bolting down the 
road, cloak flying behind him like Superman. He appeared to be chasing after a 
blue sports car a few meters up the road. And to his credit-he was catching up! 
"I’m impressed, Tuxedo," she murmured, grinning.
Kolata was a reporter for the most prestigious tabloid in Tokyo and Tuxedo Kamen 
and Sailor Moon were her prey. She’d been following them, whenever they’d been 
spotted by someone, for months. Quite by chance, she’d been watching another 
likely candidate at a small shop across the street-when she had seen a black 
blur streak past in the center of the road. One flight up, in a sleazy hotel 
room, Kolata had a GREAT view. "But what is he chasing?" she wondered aloud. 
Swiftly, she gathered her camera, binoculars and coke bottle, bolting from the 
room. If she had any luck, she could catch him a the next lights and see what he 
was so frantic to catch!
She flung open the door and raced down the left side of the corridor to the fire 
escape down the far end. As she got there, she saw that the window was already 
open. Kolata peered outside, eyes narrowing d