Anything She Does A Valentine's Day Story By Meredith Bronwen Mallory Mallorys-girl@cinci.rr.com Hi Minna-chan! I wanted to thank everyone that sent me feedback on Child, BTLH, IIKNY and Fairy Tales. I canıt thank you enough for helping my confidence! Also, thanks to Lady S & Alicia Blade, Sailor Starlight and Rei Hino for putting my stuff up on their sites. This is a little romance I dreamt up during a lecture in Creative Writing ;-) (What can I say, I wasnıt the most attentive person that day! Anyway, this is strictly Usagi/Mamoru (Yes, Iım using Japanese names, arenıt you proud of me?) romance, no evil princes or powerful telepaths running around in this story, just pure, straight sweetness and mushy romance. (Meredith watches as Kendell and Pam, her beta readers, scream in terror and run from the room. Hope you like it, let me know. Luv Always, Meredith Personal Disclaimer: Iım not gonna say SM is mine, Seeing as I donıt have dime, All but this plot is Ms. Takeuchiıs, If I said otherwise Iıd end up as sushi. Thus you can say, SM is not mine, And I just have way too much time. Also, this story takes itıs title from the song by Genesis, of the same name. The other lyrics are from Christine McVieıs ³Wish You Were Here² off the Fleetwood Mac Mirage Album. Those arenıt mine either, in case you were wondering. Personal Disclaimer: one word- EMSIT (Evil Mad Scientist in Training) Warning: the word damn is in here once. Ohhhh... scary! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No, Iıll never know, Iıll never get to know her, Iıll be the colors, Of anything she does, Wonıt ever, I wonıt ever get to hold her, Do you think, this stinking, Could be her? - ³Anything She Does² by Genesis, ŒInvisible Touchı (Hey, itıs not an FM song!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Mamoru~ ³Are you sure heıs still alive in there?² Usagi asked, putting a delicate hand to my forehead, searching for a temperature. Of course, she found none. ³Yes, heıs still alive,² Motoki replied with a laugh, shaking his head at Usagiıs antics. ³But he hasnıt insulted me in three days! Three, Motoki-san, count them, THREE! One, two, three!² Usagi said in frustration. Her blue eyes held fire, and maybe it was just my hopeful heart, but a little disappointment as well. She removed her hand. ³Will you stop speaking of me as though Iım not here?²I asked, not really annoyed, but wanting Usagiıs attention. ³Oh, sorry,² she said, rather distracted, as she returned to her ranting, ³But, seriously, Motoki-san, itıs... itıs like the end of the world, or something! You know, the sun rises in the east, water is wet, Mamoru-san insults Usagi, itıs a universal constant!² ³Nice to know you have faith in me, Usagi-san,² I said dryly. Three days ago, I had decided that my Œinsultsı (which Iıd never really intended to hurt my dearest Usako, heaven knows) were not getting me any further with the beautiful Odango-ed goddess, so, as hard as it is to believe, I stopped. Stopped teasing her and insulting her every time I saw her. Her reaction the first day had been priceless, if a bit wounding. Now itıs the third day, and she may very well believe Iıve lost my mind. Actually, I think I did, around the first time I got a test paper chucked at my head. After a few minutes of stunned silence, seeing as she still wasnıt used to me calling her by her real name, Usagi picked up my coffee and raised it too that pert little nose of hers. After a careful whiff, she set it down and looked at me again. ³Alright, Mamoru-san, I donıt know what youıre ON, but come on, this isnıt funny anymore! Remember, itıs me, Odango Atama!² Usagi is now leaning towards me, very closely and shaking her head. Yes, Usako (I came up with that little pet name myself, arenıt I incredibly clever? Too bad I canıt call her that) I remember you, my beautiful angel with long golden hair and a smile to light up the world. ³Usagi-san, Iım fine, but itıs nice to know you care,² I replied innocently. ³Heıs crazy, Motoki, plum CRAZY!² she shouted at my best friend. ³Heıs not crazy,² Motoki informed her evenly, stifling his laughter. Usagi just shook her head and turned away. ³Well, as much fun as it might be to hang out with escapees from the mental institute, *I* have places to go,² she threw over her shoulder. ³Have a nice day, Usagi-san!² I called out to her. I watched as she whirled around right before she reached the door, her face pink. ³OHHHH!!!² she cried in frustration before taking her leave. I watched as the last wisp of her golden locks disappeared out the door, before turning back to my coffee with a smile on my face. It was obvious Usagi-chan missed my daily attentions to her, and that gave my heart hope. ³Youıre driving her crazy,² Motoki said as she leaned on the counter. Yes, Motoki, I am, but sheıs gonna have to be crazy to fall in love with me! ³I know,² I said smugly. My arcade keeping friend knew the truth about my feelings for the little golden rabbit, and after some convincing (okay, so I resorted to black mail, sue me) he conceded to keep his nose out of it and let me handle it myself. Thatıs a good thing, seeing as I donıt think Iıd survive one of his match-making attempts ³You know, I think the fact that youıre being nice to her frustrates her more than your teasing ever did,² my friend put in. I sighed, resting my chin in my hand. ³Yeah, isnıt love great?² ³Youıre a goner, man,² Motoki shook his head and turned back to his customers, leaving me to my daydreams of the beautiful Usako, with her beautiful blue eyes and endless lengths of gold hair. Yes, I am a goner, but Iıve come to terms with it. Watch out, Usako, Iım in love with you! ------------ ~Usagi~ I blushed all the way home, just thinking about the way Mamoru had been looking at me. Something was definitely different about him, whether he be insane or possessed He was being *nice* to me. *NICE*. Incase youıve been sleeping under a rock, fair citizen of Tokyo, let me explain to you about my little *relationship* with Mamoru-san. I hit him on the head with a test paper. If you go to Juuban, you would know that I am infamous for my low test scores. Iım not the brightest bulb in the case, but, contrary to popular belief, I do try. However, I could sit and pay attention to every algebra lecture Ms. Haruna has ever given until Iım blue in the face and I *still* wouldnıt have a clue. WHOOSH! Right over my head, not a shred of comprehension. ANYWAY, I hit Mamoru-san on the head with a test paper... a test paper with an extremely low score. Can I help it if I couldnıt find the slope of a line to save my life? Noooo. But, apparently Mamoru-san didnıt see it in such a sympathetic light,(but then again, neither did my mother). So he made fun of me, not just my test score, but my hair as well. Now, my hair is a *very* sore spot with me. I consider it to be my only redeeming beauty, and I take extremely good care of it. But, lo and behold, the stuck up Senior found some fault with it. GRRR! That was our first meeting, and since then, our sparing matches have become legendary. He insults me, I insult him, we shout, and then we go our separate ways. Well... until recently. It would seem that my Mamo-chan (did I just call him that?? Hehee) has been replaced by a pod person from another planet, because heıs been nice, polite, and gentlemanly for the past three days. *Gentlemanly*, people, this is Chiba Mamoru, whoıs all time favorite hobbies are staring in the mirror and breaking girlıs hearts. Now Iım skipping down the streets of Tokyo, on my way to Reiıs, where no doubt my fiery friend will be waiting to rag on my again. As long as Rei is still yelling at me, I know the world wonıt come to an end, no matter how strange Mamoru is acting. ______________ Tell me something. Is it often that your cat, your *talking* cat wakes you up in the middle of the night to inform you that, although you have school the next morning at the ungodly hour of seven oıclock, you must drag yourself out of your nice warm bed to fend off the forces of the Negaverse, who just so happen to want to take over your planet and suck the energy out of everyone. Not often? I thought not. But, this generally happens three or four nights a week in my case, and let me tell you, Iıd take my nice warm bed over and energy sucking monster any day of the week. But still, I hauled myself from my nice little cocoon and followed Luna out the window. The call had come from Mars, who, when we arrived, was in the thick of the battle, along with Jupiter, and loving every minute of it. Thatıs the thing about Rei, she doesnıt just fight well, she RELISHES it. The girl scares me. Anyway, the youma was not the brightest of the many fuzzy, slimy, fanged things weıd seen of late, and was easy defeated with one spray of Mercury bubbles and a toss of my lovely tiara. Oh, and, of course the handsome and ever-so mysterious Tuxedo Kamen showed up, steel tipped roses and all, to encourage us and distract the youma long enough for Mercury to blow her bubbles. This is thing about Tuxedo Kamen. HE. DRIVES. ME. CRAZY. Second only to Mamoru. The masked man makes my heart go pitter patter, but he gives me a HEADACHE (did I mention Mamoru has the same affect? Well he does! Why do think I always went back for more abuse? Hehe... Iım not stupid, I know a totally handsome guy with the *potential* to be the next Casanova when I see one. It has absolutely nothing to do with the face I am head over heals in love with him...) After each battle, my mysterious savior disappears into the night, leaving me alone. No, he doesnıt stay, or even let me thank him. Tonight was no different. After Reiıs customary time to point out what I did wrong during the battle, Jupiter, Mars, Mercury and I parted ways. I waited until I found a nice dark alley to de-transform, since I had the strangest feeling I was being watched. I got home in record time, looking forward to slipping back into my bed and catch a few hours of sleep before school, but once I got there, I wasnıt tired anymore. It had started to rain, and though it was a little cool out, the feeling wasnıt unpleasant. So, rather then going to bed, I climbed the tree by my window and sat on one of the higher limbs, my back resting against the trunk as the leaves protected my from the rain. -------- ~Mamoru~ I have a confession to make. I know that Usagi is Sailor Moon. I found out only a little while ago, when I saw her de-transform after a battle. Of course, I was hiding in the shadows, so she didnıt see me, but I saw her. It took a little getting used to, but after looking at it, I realized that my love, my beautiful Odango-ed goddess was also the beautiful, somewhat clumsy warrior I protected at night. After that little realization, it became harder to leave after each battle, knowing that the small warrior who had just Œmoon-dustedı the youma was also the girl I so desired to hold. It was obvious that, at least as Sailor Moon, Usagi had feelings for my alter ego. How easy it would be to take advantage of that, to sweep Sailor Moon into my arms kiss her. I would be kissing Usagi, and I know she would let Tuxedo Kamen kiss her, though Chiba Mamoru was another thing entirely. The only thing that held me back was my desire for her to love the man behind the mask. However, that didnıt stop me from following her to make sure my small warrior made it back home safely. Tonight, I watch her climb the tree by her window, expecting her to crawl out on her usual limb and into the window. But not this night, tonight she stays in the tree, climbing higher to sit on a better branch. From my perch on her roof, I can see her, clothed in her pink flannel pjs, resting her back on the tuck of the tree. I barely noticed it had started to rain, so entranced was I by the vulnerable woman child sitting in the tree. For some reason, my heart won out over my self control, and I flew to the tree, perching on a branch a little higher than Usagiıs, debating whether or not to make my presence known. I could hear her humming a sad little tune, her face upturned and eyes closed as she got lost in her own little world. ³Timeıs so unkind, filled with an emptiness, I canıt hide,² Usagi sang softly, before returning to her gentle humming. Her voice was beautiful, and it broke my resistance Reaching out, I gently caressed a lock of her hair. She whirled around quickly, startled, by keeping her perch on the branch. I smiled gently, watching her eyes widen when she saw that it was indeed Tuxedo Kamen perched in the tree along side her. ³Hello, Sailor Moon,² I whispered, then regretted it as I watched her eyes widen in fear. ³How....?² she breathed, then schooled her features, ³You must be mistaken.² ³Donıt worry,² I reached out to stroke her cheek, ³I wonıt tell anyone.² Usagi looked relieved, and pressed her cheek to my hand. ³Will you join me?² she looked lost and lonely, and it was all I could do to keep myself from taking her in my arms as I took a seat on the branch beside me. For a moment or so, we sat in silence, before she asked; ³Why do you always save me?² I was startled. Why did I save her? Because I loved her more than life itself and couldnıt stand to see her hurt. Carefully I replied, ³No one deserves to die, least of all you.² ~Usagi~ I looked at the masked man incredulously. I could not believe that we were here together, talking, like regular human beings. Basically the only thing between us was his mask, the one that only partially hid his brilliant blue eyes, which were so like Mamoru-sanıs. We put a whole knew spin on the saying Œsitting in a treeı. I looked up at the sky, unsure of how to react to his statement. Thatıs when I saw a beautiful shooting star fall past the moon. ³Look!² I cried joyfully, ³A shooting star! Make a wish, Tuxedo Kamen.² ~Mamoru~ I watched my Odangoıs face light up with joy as she saw the little point of light, I followed her gaze to see a bright sparkle headed on a downward slope towards the edge of the horizon. And I wished. How could I ignore my angelıs command anyway? I wished that I could kiss the little Odango, and that she would fall into my arms and tell me she loved me. ³Did you wish?² Usagi asked. ³Hai, Usagi-chan, I did. Demo, did you?² I asked, watching her closely. Her eyes drifted closed for a moment, her face upturned and glorious in the moonlight. ³Hai, Tuxedo Kamen,² she opened her eyes, watching the star as it fell downward. As it reached the end of the sky, she leaned over towards it, her fingers touching nothing as she giggled. That, is when she slipped. Her precarious position lost, she gave a little yelp of surprise, but had no time to register that fact that she was falling, because I caught her in my arms and hoisted her back up into the tree. Now she sat in my lap, her head pillowed in the crook of my arm, as she looked up at me with wide, innocent blue eyes. She was so close, and her smell was intoxicating. ³Arigato, you saved me again,² she whispered, not moving from my arms. I cradled her close, it was so amazing to hold this precious thing in my arms. Now, I have reason to plead temporary insanity here. Excuse A: This is Usagi-can, Usako, we are talking about here. I am not blind, and I have noticed that not only does my sweetling have an incredibly wonderful and giving personality, but also a great little body. Soft curves, long legs, Iıd seen her in her Sailor fuku for Kami-samaıs sake. Under the influence of all her charms, how could I possibly resist temptation with a clear head, hmmm?? Excuse B: I do have hormones, contrary to popular belief. So, now you might be wondering what exactly I did that was so insane. Well... I looked down at the ray of pure sunshine I held in my arms, gazing at her gorgeous pink lips, and could resist temptation no longer. Slowly, I lowered my head, ready to steal Usakoıs lips in a tender kiss. She watched me, eyes wide, almost in a trance. ³Oh, Kami-sama, Usagi, you are so wonderful,² I breathed, just about to touch my lips to hers. Thatıs when her small hands came up and pressed gently against my chest. She was pushing me away. ³Gomen, Tuxedo Kamen... I... I canıt,² she said, shaking a little. I looked at her eyes wide. You see, I had forgotten time, place, everything but Usagi and how sweet she would taste. But her soft, apologetic tone broke the spell. I was still Tuxedo Kamen, and we were still in a tree. She needs to love Chiba Mamoru, I reminded myself. Still, I couldnıt stop the groan of frustration that escaped my lips. So close... Iıd been denied. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I do not know where my much vaunted self control was at the moment, but I do know that Usagi majorly messes with my brain. ³Gomen, Usagi, I apologize, that... I promise it wonıt happen again,² I said softly. She reached a hand up to touch my cheek. ³Donıt be sorry,² she murmured, ³Demo, I have to go.² I nodded in understanding, reluctantly letting her go. ³Wait, Usagi-chan,² I said, creating a rose from thin air and handing it to her. ³Arigato,² she murmured, raising to her nose, ³It beautiful.² ³Not nearly as beautiful as you,² I said in all honestly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She blushed, and I turned away, needing to flee from her presence lest I do something stupid. ³Ja ne!² I called. ------------- ~Usagi~ I bet you think Iım a real baka. I had the chance to kiss Tuxedo Kamen, the hero of Tokyo, possibly the most romantic man on Earth and what do I do? Push him away and tell him no thank you!? But you see, as I watched him lean into kiss me, all I could think about were those blue eyes, how much they looked like Mamo-chanıs and how much I *wanted* them to *be* Mamo-chanıs. I wanted HIM to be the one to kiss me. So, as I snuggled under my nice comforter, after throwing a pillow at Luna, who had been preparing to grill me as to where Iıd been, I knew that my dreams tonight would not be of Tuxedo Kamen, but of my glorious Mamo-chan. Oh, and by the way, the righteous DO need sleep. ------------ ~Mamoru~ February 14th. I looked at the calendar, blinked, looked at it again, shut my eyes and prayed, before looking at it again. It was still February 14th. Valentineıs day. The scourge of my year. I was almost ready to run down the hall and hide in bed for the rest of the day, but unfortunately, it was a weekday, and thus I was forced to function like any other human being and get on with life. But I *hated* V-day. Why? Because while everyone around me had some one special to buy for, plan for, and spend the day with, I had absolutely no one, save my dreams of Usagi, and it looked like it was gonna stay that way. I marched purposely down to the Crown after school, ready to see Usagi and hope that her smile would lift my spirits. All throughout the day I had seen enough mushy looks and kisses to make me permanently ill. I needed an Usako hit, and bad. I entered the little game center, my eyes scanning the crowd of couples for my Odango. No golden twin odangos by the Sailor V game, none by the counter, none at any of the booths, where was she!? ³Looking for Usagi?² Motoki asked. ³Hai,² I said sheepishly. ³Well, she isnıt here² my friend informed me as he wiped down the counters, ³She went to a movie... by herself I might add.² ³By herself?² I repeated. This is Usagi weıre talking about, I would have thought she would have a date, after all, sheıd popular. Not that I *want* her to have a date, Kami-sama knows. ³Hai,² he nodded, ³Do you want some coffee?² ³Sure, why not?² I asked, taking a seat, almost pouting. She wasnıt here... --------- ~Usagi~ I walked home from the movies slowly, splashing my way through the puddles left by last nights rain. Iıd gone to see a romantic movie, by myself, and was having an all around bad day that showed no promise of getting better. First, Iıd slept in, and Luna had interrupted the most wonderful dream Iıd been having about a certain dark haired guy with great blue eyes... but letıs not go there. Anyway, needless to say, Iıd been late to school, gotten an C on my math test (hey, itıs better than usual, but still not great), Umino had been incredibly annoying and, to top it off, Iıd gotten a detention after school. Lucky for me, Haruna-sensi had a date, and let me off the hook. Oh, and did I mention that itıs Valentineıs day and I have no one to share it with? Trudging down a deserted pathway in the park, my day suddenly got worse. I sloshed through another puddle, but, to my eternal dismay, I slipped and landed hard on the pebble walkway. Flarring with pain, my ankle kindly informed me that I had twisted it badly, and I felt tears sting my eyes as I attempted to haul my now soaking-wet self, off the concrete Just as I put my weight on my injured ankle, BAM down I went. This day just got worse. How long I laid there, I donıt know, but it was getting very dark, very fast. I had cried just about as much as I could, before calling repeatedly for help, but to no avail. Shimata, it wasnıt fair! Thatıs when I saw it, a familiar green jacket, and itıs ever-handsome owner, making their way down the path. ³MAMORU-SAN!!!² I cried, fresh tears welling up. He looked up, seeing me sprawled on the pathway, and all but flew to my side. ³Usagi-chan!!² he said worriedly, ³Are you all right, what happened?² ³Fell, and twisted my ankle and I canıt walk,² I said, blushing at my klutziness. ³Oh, Odango-atama,² he said with a sigh, gently smoothing my hair and taking anything hurtful out of his words, with his actions. ³So youıre not insane, or possessed!² I cried happily, ³You just called me Odango Atama!!² Mamoru shook his head. ³So I did, Usagi-chan. But your ankle needs tending. Iıll take you back to my place, all right?² he asked, already lifting me into his arms. ³Arigato,² I breathed, relishing the feel of him holding me so closely. He smelled so good, like roses and fresh air... just like Tuxedo Kamen but... that was impossible! I shook my head, dispelling the insane thoughts as I moved deeper in his arms. ~Mamoru~ My poor Usagi, she was wet and chilled to the bone, not mention her poor ankle, which was swollen and red. I tried to keep my thoughts clear as I carried her to my apartment, only a little ways away, but she was so darned close... I felt her move in my arms. Was she getting closer? Could she ACTUALLY be enjoying this? No... that was insane. Pure insanity, Mamoru, keep your head on straight. ³You live HERE?² she asked incredulously as I carried her into the apartment. ³Hai,² I said. ³You must be rich!² she giggled, ³Youıre just prince charming lately.² I looked down at her, startled, what did that mean. But Usagi was blushing and refusing to meet my eyes, so I let it go. Finally, we reached the fifth floor and my apartment. Carefully, I set her down on the couch before searching for some bandages. Finding some, I grabbed a bag of ice, a blanket, and one of my old shirts and returned to the main room. ³Usagi, youıre wet through. Iıll leave the room, and I want you to change, youıll catch your death. Careful of your ankle, now.² I told her gently as I handed her the shirt. She looked up at me with wide eyes, but managed an Œarigatoı. Quickly, I turned back to my own room, giving her privacy. Alone in my room, I wrapped my mind around the fact that Usagi-chan was in my apartment. Will the wonders never cease? ³Mamoru-san?² Usagi called, and I took that as a sign she was dressed. Stopping at the end of the hallway, I tapped on the wall. ³Knock, knock,² I said teasingly, ³Are you decent?² Usagi laughed and looked down at herself, clothed in my oversized shirt, which reached down to mid thigh on her. She looked so adorable, Iım sure she reached new levels of cuteness. ³I guess,² she replied. ³Too bad, Iım coming in,² I smiled, picking up her wet uniform and depositing it in the laundry room. ³I think I should call my mom,² Usagi suggested. I nodded, handing her the phone as I went about bandaging her ankle. I cleaned it carefully as she dialed, listening as she informed her mother that sheıd had an accident and was staying with a friend. ³Hai, mom, Iıll see you in the morning,² she said, hanging up. Then she turned apologetic eyes on me, ³Gomen if you donıt want me to stay, Mamoru-san, you can always drop me off at Amiıs. ³Donıt worry about it, Odango,² I said softly, eyes on her ankle to hide my blush, ³Youıre not going anywhere.² Finished cleaning her ankle, I placed a gently kiss on the bruised area, feeling strangely daring. I heard her gasp of surprise, and looked up at her. ³To make it all better,² I explained. She nodded, eyes wide. ~Usagi~ I felt Mamoru kiss my ankle and I wanted to just melt. He was being so kind, and gentle, as he bandaged my ankle, and when heıd been carrying me... ³Arigato, Mamoru,² I said, feeling guilty for taking up his time, after all, it was valentine's day, and he MUST have a date, ³Gomen, I am wasting your time. You must have a date tonight.² Mamoruıs head jerked up and he looked at me, sadness in his stormy eyes. ³Usagi, I donıt have a date,² he said. I was confused, and voiced that confusion. ³Why ever not?² ³I donıt have anyone² he sighed, looking down. OH NO!! Usagi, you baka, look what youıve done! Youıve hurt him. ³Oh, Mamoru, gomen, I didnıt mean to...² I began, then realized he would not meet my eyes. Didnıt he see he wasnıt alone... I was here. ³Demo, Mamoru, youıre not alone, you have me!² I said sincerely. He looked up at me, shocked, and I threw my arms around his neck impulsively. I wanted to make him feel better, take away all his hurt... ~Mamoru~ Usako was hugging me! Her warmth was wrapped around me as she help me to her. I couldnıt believe what was happening, let alone what sheıd just said. ³Do I?²I asked, unable to believe that this... angel was real. She pulled away, looking at me with teary blue eyes. ³Hai, Mamoru,² she said softly, reaching up to touch my cheek, ³Iıll always be here.² I couldnıt believe what sheıd just promised I... self control be damned, I kissed her. I wrapped my arms around her delicate form and kissed her full on the lips. Unlike the night before, she didnıt stop me, in fact, she threw herself in whole-heartedly. She sighed beneath me, opening herself to my exploration and I tasted her sweetness. I couldnıt help it, I groaned and deepened the kiss, desperate to keep hold of the sunshine in my arms. Eventually, I reasserted myself and broke the kiss off, gasping for breath as I stared at her lovely features, flushed from the kiss. ³Oh, Usagi, forgive me, gomen I...² I tried to apologize to her, Iıd never meant to show my feelings so soon! ³Why are you sorry, Mamo-chan?² Usagi asked, starry eyed from the kiss, yet ready to cry at my rejection, ³It was very nice... and I, um, have kinda been wanting you to kiss me for a while now..² she looked down blushing. ³You have?² I asked, astonished, not only by her words, but at the pet name. ŒMamo-chanı, a shiver ran down my spine. ³Hai,² she whispered, ³I...² I took her into my arms once more, tenderly pressing a finger to her lips, ³Shh... I want to kiss you again,² I told her. She nodded, barely stifling a giggle. I kissed her, once, twice, a dozen butterfly kisses. ³I love you, Usako,² I told her. ³You do?² she pulled back. ³Why do you think I stopped teasing you?² I asked her, a little nervous. Usagi giggled. ³I thought you were crazy!² ³I am, about you!² I replied mischievously ³Wow, Mamo-chan, I never thought youıd love me back...² she breathed, before kissing me again. We exchanged many more kisses, before I decided to tell her my secret. I pulled away, closing my eyes as I produced a rose from thin air. I heard Usakoıs gasp of surprise and opened my eyes to see her jaw practically on the ground. ³It... it was you!² she cried happily. ³Hai, Usako, can you forgive me for not telling you?² I asked, handing her the rose. ³Of course, Tuxedo Kamen!² she giggled, before leaning in for another kiss. ³Gomen, Usako, your ankle, we need take care of it,² I told her moving to go get some more ice, as the other bag had melted during our little revelations. I laughed, watching as my Odango pretended to pout. ³If youıre a good girl, Iıll kiss you again,² I said teasingly. ³Ahh... demo, youıll kiss me anyway!² Usagi giggled, ³I have you all figured out, Chiba Mamoru. Iıll be with you forever!² And you know what? After hundreds of years, my Odango had never broken her promise. The End. WOO!! Man, can you believe itıs done? Took forever, seeing as I wrote it in one sitting. Anyway, PLEASE let me know what you think. Oh, and is anyone willing to write teasers for me? Itıs required that you send one in for First Love... but Iım not good at it. Arigato, and EMAIL MEE!!!!!