Chiba Family Robinson
By Antigone and Moon Klutz.
Rat: g/pg
Part: 2

	The room felt like it was spinning… Mamoru'd be able to tell if he
could open his eyes, but at the moment, that was going to take more
strength than he had.
	"Is he okay?" someone asked.
	"Hai, he just needs a few minutes of fresh air.  Ima did warn us that
stuff had some fumes in it they wouldn't be used to yet." The other
replied.
	"Oh.  Okay then."
	Silence for a moment.
	As far as he could tell, he was laying down on some sort of packed
dirt.  His hair probably looked bad.  There were, so far, two people
near by, both of whom he assumed had something to do with this
situation.  
	Slowly, he opened his eyes a crack, and then a bit further.  
	He was in a hut of some kind, it looked like something out of
Gilligan's Island.  The walls were made out of cane and the natives
were dressed in skins and plants, beads and feathers in their hair. 
The odd thing was, they were of all different skin types, whereas most
people who grew and evolved in a climate like this one would be dark
skinned.  In fact, there was a girl sitting on a dais in front of him. 
She was extremely pale, and appeared to be the leader of the group,
with an abundance of feathers in her hair.
	"Kon-wa, Mamoru-kun.  Welcome to the Ddmuf Tribe Territory.  I hope
you are feeling better?"  she asked.
	"I'm doing very well thank you, yourself?" he asked.  Manners before
questions, that's what the orphanage had taught him.  If you were rude,
you'd never get any information.  And in this case, he needed
information.  The girl laughed, clapping her hands together.
	"I'm doing very well thank you!  You almost sound Canadian Mamoru-kun!
 You don't mind if I call you that, do you?  You see, we've known you
for a very long time…"
	Mamoru blinked a bit, gave the girl a funny look and rubbed his head. 
"Do you guys have anything for this headache?" he asked wearily.  He
didn't really feel like he wanted answers right now, though he had the
strangest feeling that there was something he was forgetting.
	The girl perked up immediately.  "Of course!  We've got chocolate, and
roses, and oh!  We cleaned your green jacket for you, seeing as you
wear it everywhere, and…well, some Motrin…." She trailed off, as if
thinking of something.
	Mamoru sighed.  "I'll take the Motrin and a glass of water for now."
He said, and as soon as the girl snapped her fingers, another one had
appeared with the pill and the water.
	Mamoru took a drink, and was about to put the pill in when he noticed
that everyone in the room had leaned forward, wide-eyed, to watch him. 
"What?" he asked.  Their leader smiled.
	"Forgive us, but we've waited so long to actually see you, that it's
strange, and we'd like to remember everything Mamoru-san." She replied.
 Mamoru shrugged it off and finished his pill.  
	The girl took the glass away, bowing slightly.
	"Anyways Mamoru-san, I'm guessing you'd like to know a bit about where
you are, and since we know all your weaknesses and character traits,
we'll have no fear of you getting away before you're supposed to, I'll
give you a tour of our territory." She said, standing up and walking
towards the door so that he had no choice but to follow her.  "Oh, by
the way," she added as an after thought, "My name is Klutz, the leader
of this tribe." 
	Mamoru grinned. 'What a weird name!'
	"The two girls who brought you here are Igasu and Eltrut, two of my
most trusted members."  Two girls two his left smiled and sighed.  They
had been the ones from earlier… Strange girls, those.  
	The girl lead him around the town, and finally, to the doors of what
he guessed was a temple.  So far, he had gathered that their lives
revolved around the stories and shrines they made to their god, whom so
far she had called 'Endymion' the earth.  	
	Strange thing was, the guy carved into the doors sure looked a lot
like him dressed as Tuxedo Kamen, and why did they have all this modern
technology mixed in with their 'live-by-nature' 'ancient-tribe'
lifestyle?  Mamoru re-thought his opinion of the group.  They were
obviously all insane.
	Pushing aside the large doors, they entered a dark room, which was
made bright in an instant as all the torches lit up.
	"We have a girl in the tribe named Ier, she has this thing with fire
and well…" she paused, turning to face him.  "We tried to make the best
shrine to you that we could, Endymion, but, well, sometimes we kinda
ate some of the chocolate we offered you, and once in awhile the roses
would wilt, and we've never really thought we would get this chance…"
she said, all watery eyed.  But a moment latter she grinned.  "But now
that you're hear, and as I hear it, are a first-season Mamo-chan, we're
going to help you out, and win you back your Usako!" she declared. 
Mamoru paused.
	Usako.
	"OH MY GOD, WHERE IS SHE?!?!?!" he suddenly flared up.  All this time,
how could he not have remembered Usako?  Where was she?  Was she okay?
	'Klutz' smiled.  "I wouldn't worry about her, though I know you will
anyway, she is the hands of people who would never possibly hurt her,
just as we would never hurt you.  Get some rest now, I'll be taking you
out on reconnaissance this evening."  

	When Usagi woke up, the first thought in head was, as always, 'Oh my
god, I am so late!!' which quickly faded into 'Heeeey, *this* isn't my
bedroom...' 
 Then the recent memories came back to her, like sledgehammers to her
mind.  The ship, the sinking, washing up on shore, losing her brooch,
and then losing Mamoru.
    'Well, first things first: Where am I? And how close am I to some 
food or something?'   Looking around, she saw she was in a soft bed in
a dark hut. And something nearby smelled really delicious.
    Usagi sniffed the air. 'Pancakes?  Whelp, time to get up!' But 
before she could, someone walked through the door.
    "Ohiyo gasimasu, Tsukino Usagi."  The small woman smiled, tilting 
her head in greeting, "My name is Antigone."
    "Is it morning already?  Where am I? I smell food, I want some!! 
Ugh...my head hurts..." 
    Antigone raised an eyebrow.
    "Um...please?"
    The woman laughed. "Should I be insulted you didn't ask who I was,
or anything?"
     Blush.  
    "But don't worry, you don't have to even say 'please' for anything,

or 'thank you' unless you wish to.  My name is Antigone, I am leader of
the tribe DRUF."
    Something just occurred to the blonde. "How did you know my name?"
    "If you want some breakfast we have chocolate crepes and pancakes
for you."  Antigone watched Usagi's face light up.  "But if you want
some, I'm going to get what the cooks made for you and bring it in
here.  You aren't strong enough to go out there yet, I don't think..."
    "Why not? And you never answered me about my name..."
    "Shh, listen."
    And they did.  Usagi heard people's voices, exciting shouts, and 
murmurs. She caught her name more than once.  Some voices were male, a
few of them crying marriage proposals through the thin fabric of the
tent.  Usagi sweat dropped.
    "See what I mean?  To us, you appearing here is amazing. They want
to meet you and probably maul you with hugs, and be prepared to beat
off some guys, ok?"  Antigone laughed, suddenly seeming more friendly.
"You see, to my tribe, and myself, you are somewhat of a Goddess."
    "NANI?!  Megumi-sama?! Watashi wo?!...Sugoi..."

    Later, over breakfast with Antigone, her um... Usagi guessed 
assistant-type person, and two teens who Usagi learned were named Arat
and Nayr, they started explaining certain things to Usagi.
    Usagi seemed extremely pleased to learn how these people viewed her
and kept mumbling something about Rei being jealous. 
    She also squealed and blushed when Nayr kissed her hand, and hugged
both Arat and Ardnassac enthusiastically when they met. After about
eight crepes and few pancakes (Ardnassac and Arat had stared and
whispered, 'So it's true...amazing...') she was much more awake and her
headache was gone.
    "Um..." through a mouthful of pancake, "not like I really *care* or

anything, but I was with someone when I was...um...captured."
    The others exchanged a glance.
    "He's kinda tall, dark haired, skinny and answers to the name of 
baka-atama.  Or Mamoru."
    Antigone nodded, "I know where he is.  He was taken by the other 
tribe that occupies this island."
    Usagi swallowed, "They aren't going to sacrifice him or eat him or 
anything are they? Because then I'd feel kinda bad about what I said 
about him being a baka-atama...."
    Laughing. "No, no," Arat answered, grinning, "See, to them, *he* is

what you are to us."
    A few seconds of thinking. More thinking....
    Ardnassac said slowly, "He is a god to them."
    The light bulb went on. "Ooooooh.  Gotcha.  So he is being 
worshipped somewhere, too?"
    "Worshipped," Arat giggled, "Or mauled."  The others laughed,
except Usagi who looked more confused.
    "Forgive us, Usagi-sama, let me explain." Antigone said, "Remember
those boys shouting to you this morning? Well, the Ddmufs have a few
straight males in their tribe, who worship Chiba Mamoru, want to *be*
him.  The rest of them just, uh, want him."
    Usagi's jaw dropped.
    "I doubt the man can even breathe." Nayr said, a strange expression
on his face.  Arat laughed and said something that sounded like
'jealous.'
    Sputtering for moment, Usagi grabbed Antigone's hand and tried to 
pull her up. "Well, we gotta stop them!!  I mean,
that's...that's...why... 
Let's go get him!  I mean, can't you start a war or something?! LET'S
GO!!! NOW!!!! Why are you just sitting there?!!! ATTACK THEM!!!" The
waterworks were about to start...
    Antigone sweat dropped, waving her hands in surrender. "We can't
just do that!  They are actually quite bigger then we are.  Besides, we
trade with them.  They have great coffee."
    Ardnassac nodded, "We don't hate each other, per se.  We have 
unarmed borders and good relations.  We just secretly think the Ddmufs
are kinda dorky, they in turn think we are stupid."
    Usagi blinked.
    "It's like the United States of America and Canada**. Have you
heard 
of those places?"
    Blink. "Aren't they in Africa?"
    For a reason she couldn't explain, the small girl suddenly found 
herself engulfed in Antigone's hug. "I'm just so glad to meet you." the
leader laughed. 
    "Antigone?" Usagi pouted, "Why are the Ddmufs so much bigger then
the DRUFs?  What's so great about *Mamoru*?!"
    Arat grinned wickedly, "*You* were quite upset when you learned
that he was being jumped by random girls."
    A radioactive red color stained Usagi's face. "He is a baka-atama. 
They can HAVE him." 'I have millions of cute guys worshipping me here,'
she thought, smiling at Nayr. 'Leave Mamoru-baka to his stupid harem if
he wants them so badly...' Denial. Denial is good.
    Antigone smiled suddenly. "We have something that will cheer you
up! Nayr, Arat, why don't you show her what you found at the shore?"
    The teens, laughing, grabbed Usagi's hands and the three ran off, 
Usagi crying that she wanted to know what the surprise was.
    "She'll be glad to see her locket again."
    "Hai." Antigone said, smiling a little, noticing Ardnassac was 
staring at her. 
    "What?"
    "I've never seen you laugh or smile so much."
    Antigone grinned, "I was just thinking of the all those hidden 
first-season feelings fanfiction authors are so *sure* existed. Turns 
out they do."
    "Well, in *Her* at least."
    Antigone shook her head, "Him, too, I think. Boy, those poor 
Mamo-lovers. Some of them wanted to get at him first season before he
had feelings for Usagi..."
    "Remind you of our boys?"
    More laughter, "Why do they care if She has feelings for someone 
else? They just think the sailor senshi uniform is hot..."
    Across the village, a voice, "Oh, Arat, Nayr!! MY LOCKET!! I'M SO 
HAPPY!!! WAAAAAHHHH!!!"

	Mamoru paced up and down the left wall.
	Mamoru paced up and down the right wall.
	Mamoru paused.
	"THIS IS RIDICULOUS!"  He screamed, tugging on his hair.  Why was he
so worked up over the girl?  After all, Klutz had said she would be
fine where she was.  They were probably feeding her to her hearts
content at this very moment.
	So why was he so upset?  He had only known the girl what, three
months?  Four?  They had teased each other and gotten into silly
fights.  
	Then they had met up on the ship, and she had just been so… helpless,
and he had failed her.  Though he had managed to make up for it by
saving her shortly afterwards.  Of course, he still felt guilty.  What
had he called her?  Usako?  It fit.  It fit *too * well.  Perfectly in
fact.  But that wasn't what was aggravating him.  It was the fact that
once again he had failed her, he had passed out when he should have at
least stood up to the natives, even if they *were * really nice.  After
all, some of the most evil people in the world were 'really nice' to
their close friends.  'Anyone can act.' He thought.  
	Mamoru took a deep breath and continued to pace.  Something was out of
place here.  No normal group of people would be so excited and
interested, almost obsessive, over their new guests.  And if they were,
each would not be so specific.  One would almost think they were…
"Worshiping us?" he wondered aloud in a whisper.
	"Hai, Mamoru-samma.  Worshipping you."  He looked to the side only to
see Klutz step out of the shadows.  "We know you well enough to realize
you had to figure things out on your own.  As I have said, we have
known you forever.  Before you were even born in this life in fact.  We
are surprised though at the change your destiny has taken, it doesn't
usually even come near us, except for that one time…" Klutz trailed
off.
	"So… Usagi is a goddess to the Druf, and I am a god to you Ddmuf?" he
asked.
	Klutz nodded.  "The goddess Serenity, Usagi, of the moon, and
Endymion, Mamoru, of the earth." She confirmed.  Mamoru nodded.
	"I'd like to see her." He said simply.  Klutz nodded and walked
outside, Mamoru following after her.  
	'Serenity… that sounds kind of familiar.' Mamoru thought, then brushed
it aside.  'Nah, I'm probably just still woozy from that gas.  The only
really important thing right now is getting to Usagi, making sure she's
okay.'
	
    The trio walked, actually it was more like stalking, through the 
underbrush, carefully picking their way around plants that were
harmful, 
animal traps, and ditches dug by prankish boys of the DRUF tribe. 
    "Um...Klutz-san?" a polite voice whispered to her.
    "Hai, Mamo-sama?"
    "I understand we are taking the necessary precautions for this wild

terrain but, um..."
    "Hai?"
    "Is this really necessary?" Mamoru motioned to the camouflage
outfit 
he was wearing, complete with twigs and branches attached to his army 
helmet.
    Klutz shrugged. "Apparently Llesh Otesrp has a fetish."
    Mamoru sweat dropped as he remembered the psycho who had picked out

the outfit for him.  She had offered to dress him, too!  What a nut
bar. He 
shook his head.
    Igasu leaned to whisper to both of them, as they crouched in the 
bushes, "Shouldn't Eltrut be back from scouting by now?"
    Her questions was answered by a loud crash and snapping of twigs
and 
branches and a muffled, "I'm ok!" coming from somewhere ahead of them. 

    Klutz groaned, "And I thought *I* was the accident prone one."
    The noise had alerted the DRUFs, and as expected, they came running

to see what the commotion was, as Eltrut came back to her companions, 
blushing.
    A short woman appeared and raised her eyebrows to the four in front

of her. 
    Shaking her head, the woman smiled. "My name is Antigone.  Welcome 
to my tribe, Chiba Mamoru."
    Frankly, it was freaking him out that everyone seemed to know his 
name.  "Hai. Thank you." he said.  
    Antigone was polite and introduced him to her tribe.  It was a
mixed 
reaction, to say the least.   Mamoru recognized a few of the lovesick 
looks on some of the girls, but most of the males were glaring at him. 
Some 
people shrugged and others murmured.  But all eyes were on him.  
    He wanted off this island.  Now.
    "I want to see Odan--Usagi-chan." he said to Antigone, quickly 
correcting himself when he realized calling Usako 'Odango Atama' in
DRUF territory 
might not be so prudent.
    Antigone nodded, but for a moment she looked unsure as she lead
them 
into a nearby ceremonial tent.
    As soon as the prying eyes of the tribe were off them, Mamoru was 
surprised to see Antigone and Klutz-san hug each other quickly, smiling
like 
good friends.
    "It was a risk, Klutz-chan." Antigone whispered to her friend.
    Klutz shrugged, "He insisted." 
    "Where's Usagi?" Mamoru demanded.
    "I'm right here," a voice from the shadows said, and Usagi stepped 
forward, with her arms crossed. "Or wouldn't you notice a person who 
didn't throw herself at you and start kissing the ground you walk on?"
    Mamoru felt his heart soar.  She was here! She was ok! She was 
glaring at him!  Suddenly, although she was dressed in a loose-fitting
tribal 
looking dress,  Usagi looked so much like his familiar little Odango
atama he 
almost wanted to cry.
    "Usagi-chan," he breathed, rushing to her, "Are you ok?" He had her

in a hug before he realized what he was doing, "I'm so gl--"
    She pulled out of his arms so fast Mamoru almost pulled some blonde

hair out by accident.  If looks could kill...
    Mamoru felt his heart sink.  He was in trouble.
    "Just *what * do you think you're doing?" she demanded angrily,
arms crossed, foot tapping in a staccato beat against the rough floor. 
Mamoru gulped.
    "What do you mean?  I was worried about you Usagi!"    Usagi
frowned.
    "When?  Between fawning sessions with the girls, or after being
drooled over.  You irritate me!" she yelled at him.  Mamoru took a step
back.
    "No, Usagi, it was never like that!  I was unconscious, then I woke
up and slept in a temple, and as soon as I found out where you were, I
came to get you, make sure you were okay!"  He said nervously, trying
to defend himself.  However, angry Usas are a dangerous thing.  
    Usagi grabbed the nearest thing, a pie, and whipped it at him. 
Unfortunately for Mamoru, Usagi had good aim.  It hit him right dead
smack in the center of his army-style shirt.  
	Mamoru blinked, then looked up and ducked, throwing his arms in front
of his face as chocolate and crème desert after chocolate and crème
desert came flying at him.  
     "Take that!  And that!  And that!  This'll show *you * not to be
such a jerk!"  she laughed, throwing food at him constantly.
	In the corner, Antigone and Klutz chuckled.
	"You know, I always wondered if Usagi could …Ohhh Ow!"  Klutz trailed
off.
	Antigone grinned.  "Told you she had backbone.  That's an extra three
bags of coffee beans next week Klutz."  Klutz however, was sniffling.
	"I *love * chocolate crème pie!" 
	Mamoru was already running out the door, and gone, as it was too
painful and obvious that Usagi wouldn't listen to him right then.
	Suddenly, Usagi paused, then fell wailing to the floor.
	"I USED UP ALL MY DESEEEEERTS!!!!" she wailed. Antigone walked forward
and placed a hand on her shoulder.
	"It's okay Usagi-san, we have more." She said seriously.  Usagi looked
up, sniffling.
	"Are you sure?" she asked, all sad and innocent looking like a child. 
Antigone nodded and Usagi jumped up.
	"Alrighty then, what are we waiting for?!"  
	After eating her fill of pies, having all her favorite manga brought 
to her while she relaxed in bed, and having many interesting, pleasant 
people come to chat with her as if they were old friends, and having
Antigone 
hover over her like a mother but with less nagging...it all should have
been perfect.  
    But it wasn't.
    Usagi sighed, walking out to the village, watching the setting sun 
cast shadows across the tents and huts and the small alter. Her alter.
For some reason that didn't make her feel any better.
    "What's wrong with me?!" she shouted into the sky, "For crying out 
loud, I'm a goddess! I have everything I wanted, I'm being waited on
hand and 
foot, treated like royalty... and... all these people want to be my
friend, 
boys fight just to get a closer look at me..." sniff. "I should be..."
sniff. 
"so...happy..." 
    "Hey, Usagi-sama!"
    A hearty clap on her shoulder made her stumble before the tears 
could start.
    "Nani? Nayr-kun? What's up?"
    Nayr grinned, "My friends and I were wondering if you'd play some 
frisbee with us."
    "Play...frisbee?"  
    He shrugged, "Yes, if you want to."
    "Well...sure!"  Usagi felt herself cheering up as she was brought
to 
a huge group of coed teens who immediately started arguing about whose 
team she would be on.  Usagi felt a grin spread across her face,
although the 
guilty, sinking feeling still churned inside her when she thought of
screaming 
at Mamoru.  She always did things like that before thinking about them.
 
    'But he deserved it,' she thought angrily, 'stupid Mamoru making me

waste good food on him just because he wasn't getting enough admiration
back 
at his little village.'
    'He came to see you, baka.'
    '...'
    Usagi stopped the voices in her mind by throwing herself into the 
game.  Because of her alter-ego, Usagi was exceptionally good at
throwing the 
discus-shaped frisbee and therefore could bask in the glory of being
*good* 
at something athletic.  It was great.
    And no one made fun of her if she fell or ran into people... in 
fact, they were very sympathetic, even though she was the only one that
seemed 
to fall.
    As if that thought itself was a jinx, Arat stumbled and fell on the

ground as she made a quick pass to a young boy named Nosaj.  "Itai!"
she 
cried, as she pulled herself up to examine her swollen ankle.
    Nayr rushed to her side. "Daijoubu ka?" he asked, quietly, the game

ceasing as the team leader talked to the fallen girl.
    Arat looked up at him, "Of course. You didn't have to stop the
game, 
baka. You are so protective!"
    Nayr seemed to take it as a compliment, reaching down a hand to
help 
her up. "I was just worried about you, silly."
    Arat shook her head. "Baka." she muttered. But she took his hand.
    Usagi felt suddenly that she shouldn't be watching them... that the

looks in their eyes were meant only for each other.  But that scene and
the 
words were so familiar... 
    'Mamoru.' Usagi lowered her head. 
    'Forget him, he's happy with all his new girlfriends,' the jealous 
little voice whispered to her.  
    The sun was setting quickly and the elders were calling to their 
children to come inside.  It was family time.
    And Usagi was all alone.  'I miss you, Mom and Dad...even Shingo
and 
Luna.' Tears filled her eyes.  She had pushed away the only other
person 
on the island that stuck by her because he cared, not because she was
some 
idol.
    "Usagi-sama, would you like some dinner?" Ardnassac asked gently.
    Usagi burst into tears. "I'm not hungry!!" she screamed as she ran 
into her tent.
    Silence fell over the village. The people froze.  Then murmurs 
spread through the silence. Then a few wails of the impending
apocalypse. A 
rising panic...
    A moment later Usagi emerged from the tent, a thoughtful expression

screwing up her features comically.  
    "Then again, maybe I would like some dinner, please."
    And everyone returned to what they were doing among sighs of
relief.

	Mamoru sat leaning against his alter, looking out the circular window
as the sun set.  It cast reds and oranges and golds all across the
room, across his face.  Mamoru didn't notice.  'She must hate me… but
what did I do?' he wondered.  He hadn't eaten since he had returned. 
Well, that is, after he had ran back to his temple with his tail tucked
between his legs, he had cleaned up, gotten some clean clothes on, and
sat down to be sad.
	She had some sort of strange effect on him.  There were moments when
all he wanted to do was keep her safe, and make sure she was happy. 
Other times it took all he had not to kiss her.  Sometimes though, he
felt so angry at her for the strangest reasons.  For making him feel
this way, for confusing him.  It made him so angry sometimes… But then
he'd eat some chocolate, take  a shower and tend his roses, and he'd
feel remorseful,  upset that he could even think of being angry at her 
Still, the logic part of him said that she was just some kid.  That he
only felt this way because his instincts as Tuxedo Kamen told him to
protect.  With all these emotions and feelings fighting to be
recognized as what he really felt, the truth was buried somewhere deep
inside Mamoru, drowned by his confusion.
	It was times like these, that Mamoru missed the discovery channel.  
	Well, that and his chocolate stash.
	Not that he didn't have enough chocolate offered here to last a
lifetime but… Well… It just wasn't the same.  He missed the secrecy of
having a secret chocolate stash, hidden away in his apartment where no
one, not even Motoki-kun, could find it.  Then sneaking out a bar or
some M & M's once in awhile and relaxing.  He didn't like how everyone
here seemed to know everything about him.  *Everything *, down to his
shoe size, to his Tuxedo Kamen matching boxers and slippers set, to
what kind of fertilizer he used on his roses.  People weren't supposed
to know that kind of thing about him!
	But that wasn't what was really bothering him.
	He was worried Usagi would never speak to him again.  'Though on the
bright side of things, she seemed upset that you had girls flocking too
you here…' a little voice in his head spoke up.
	'What does that have to do with anything?' Mamoru wondered.
	'Oh…nothing important.'  Pause. 'Per se.'  Mamoru was going to ask the
voice what it meant, but it was gone.
	"Huh?"
**In Klutz and Advisor Aisyle's advising room **
	Aisyle opened her eyes and grinned.  Klutz smiled and leaned forward.
	"Did you do it?" she asked eagerly.  Aisyle nodded and burst into
laughter as they smacked a high-five.
	"Mission insert special thoughts into Mamoru's head is underway!"  she
laughed, and they decided to celebrate by having an all night sundae's
and anime rentals special.

Ha!  Now you'll have to wait for the spell binding chapter three, where
Antigone invents the 'Nana-phone!  But... we need e-mail!
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