Ne minna, though I've been writing fanfics for a while now, not once
have I ever written a strictly first season romance. By the way, in
case you didn't know, I'm going by the Japanese names and such here.
Meaning, Mamoru's in high school. Hopefully you enjoy this first
attempt of mine, minna. Feel free to send your comments to my e-mail.
Oh, if you enjoy this fanfic, come to my site, onegai shimasu! I post
all of my stories there plus there's lots more goodies including a
Sailor Moon Keepers list that you can be apart of too! Check it out,onegai!
Go to: http://www.studiounmei.org/hitomisama
Arigato! Thus ends the plug for my site as well as my author's notes.
Ja ne! Peace, love, crescent moon beams, and silver crystals!
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Almost forgot the disclaimers! Whoops! Gomen. Here they are. Sailor
Moon is owned by Naoko Takeuchi, Kodansha Ltd., licensed by 
DIC, etc. Bottom line: Sailor Moon is not mine and never will be!
Salaryman Kintaro isn't mine too. And doesn't belong to the Sailor Moon
people either. I just happen to like that drama a lot. ^_^!
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Author: Hitomi-samaE-mail: hitomi-sama@studiounmei.org
Rating: PG-13 for violence, Japanese curse words, and romance
			Tatakai No Tame Ni Ai			   (Fight for Love)
	"Aw, that's the sweetest." Usagi sighed dreamily as she sat
cross-legged on her couch, intently watching the television set in the
Tsukino living room. "Why can't all guys be as cool as he is?" The
blond hugged a nearby cushion tightly and showered it with kisses. "Oh
Kin-chan! I love you!"	"Usagi?" Mrs. Tsukino walked into the room and raised her
eyebrows as she regarded her daughter who was currently embracing one
of the pillows off her couch. "What are you doing?"
	"Nani?" Usagi blushed heavily and tossed the cushion aside.
"Nothing. I was just watching Salaryman Kintaro."
	Mrs. Tsukino came and sat down next to Usagi. She watched a
rather good looking Japanese man in a business suit, slugging a few men
that rush at him while a nearby girl shrieked in fear. "Does he always
get into fights?" She asked.
	"Not always." Usagi replied. "But Kintaro's so sweet!"
	"How's that?" Mrs. Tsukino asked, looking quizzically at her
daughter. "He beats people up and that makes him sweet?"
	The blond shook her head. "Iie, okaasan!" Usagi said. "He's
letting all those guys have it because they were attacking that girl."
She smiled at the television screen. "I just know he's doing it because
he loves her."	Mrs. Tsukino shrugged her shoulders and retreated to the
kitchen. "If you say so dear. Dinner's almost ready."
	"Don't serve it until my show's over, onegai!" Usagi replied.
She grabbed another cushion and hugged it tightly. "Oh that's so
romantic. Kintaro's willing to face all those guys to protect her! I
wish there was a guy out there who'd do that for me!"
	"Fat chance, baka." Came a voice from the doorway.
	Usagi growled and launched the pillow at her little brother's
head. He ducked and her once in a lifetime shot missed. "SHINGO!!!"
	Shingo stuck his hands deep into his pockets and regarded the
television with curiosity. "What're you watching? Is that Salaryman
Kintaro? All right!" He exclaimed, scrambling in front of the set and
sitting cross-legged. "Has he got in any fights yet?" Shingo asked.
Apparently, the only part he liked about the show was the numerous
fights Kintaro got in.
	"You just missed it." Usagi said, smiling down at her bratty
disappointed brother. She ignored Shingo who sulked out of the room
grumbling, "I always miss the good parts anymore . . ." and turned her
attention to the now bandaged drama character who was currently being
showered with get-well gifts from three different women.
	Usagi smiled. "Aw, Kintaro . . . you're so sweet. Someday I
WILL find a guy just like you. Just wait and see." She whispered to
herself. "He'll sweep in and rescue me . . . and everything will be
perfect. Just wait and see."				***
	"Ne, ohayo Usagi!" Makoto exclaimed. "You look like you're
having a good daydream there." She giggled.
	Usagi let out a sigh as if she were hopelessly in love. "Hai."
	Makoto smiled and tossed her ponytail back over her shoulder.
"So spill then. Who's the lucky guy?" Usagi looked at her with a rather
surprised look. "Don't try to hide it, Usa-chan. With that look on your
face there HAS to be someone on your mind."
	"Hai," she began a little sadly. "Demo, he isn't real. He's
just a drama character. Okaasan says I watch way too much television."
	"You watch dramas huh? Wouldn't it be great if the guys in them
were real? They're so sweet and they know just what to say, don't you
think?" Makoto said, winking at Usagi.
	The blond girl smiled. "I knew you'd understand, Mako-chan."
	"So who's the lucky fictional guy?" Makoto asked with a playful
smile. She walked along side Usagi down the streets of Juuban, heading
toward "The Crown" arcade.	"Yajima Kintaro." Usagi admitted with a blush.
	Makoto elbowed her friend. "He's dreamy isn't he? Ne, if I
could fight like that! And he was so great when he fought all those
guys last night . . . have you seen him in the last series he was in?
He was so sweet then!" She trailed off. "I guess I'm a drama junkytoo."
	Usagi laughed. "There's nothing wrong with that!" They both
rounded the corner and caught sight of a group of boys standing around
the door of the arcade. "Besides, it's a nice break from all the bakas
we're surrounded with here."
	Makoto put a hand on Usagi's shoulder. She had suddenly adopted
a very serious look on her face that made her seem, almost maternal.
"Watch what you say, Usagi. That's the Rokuji gang there. They aren't
the best group to have a temper around."
	"I'm not going to say anything to them." Usagi reassured.
	The two proceeded in silence. When they reached the door of
"The Crown" two boys immediately stepped in front of them. They
chuckled at the girls who glared at them. "Well now, what have wehere."
	"If you'll excuse us, we'd like to go inside." Makoto said,
trying her hardest not to growl at the gang of older boys who looked to
be in the upper grades of the nearby high school.
	"Not so fast." Said a tall boy. "We just want to talk to you."
	Makoto recognized him as Yama, the leader of the Rokuji gang.
"Gomen, but we're in a hurry."
	Yama frowned. "Going so soon?" He chuckled as a Rokuji took
hold of Usagi's pigtails and made a motion as if he was riding a race
horse. "We'd have so much fun if you stayed for a while. We could all
play. Isn't that what you little junior high school girls still do?Play?"
	Makoto clenched her teeth together to avoid saying anything to
provoke the gang. Usagi was furious and pushed the wise guy who had a
hold of her hair. "Leave me alone, baka!"
	The gang was floored. Yama was the first to speak. "Nani?
Little girl, did you SAY something?"
	Usagi could no longer contain herself. People who were walking
by and had heard, stopped in their tracks and listened. One of these
passers-by, unknown to Usagi, just happened to be Chiba Mamoru. "Hai, I
said something! Where do you get off picking on girls? I don't know
where you come from, but here we have a little thing called 'being agentleman'."
	"As you can see, I'm no gentleman." Yama laughed.
	"You can say that again." Usagi scoffed.
	Makoto took Usagi by the shoulder and began leading her away
from the arcade. "C'mon now, Usagi . . ." She warned in a dangerous
tone. "Let's go NOW!"
	Usagi stood her ground, despite Makoto's tugging on her arm.
"You bakas have no right to harass people who're just trying to get
into the arcade. We're just minding our own business and here you are
all. . ." She trailed off and growled in frustration. "BAKAS!!!"
	"What's going on here?" Asked Motoki as he came outside to see
what all the commotion was all about. He caught sight of the Rokuji
gang and adopted a stern look. "Ne, I thought I told you guys to get
lost. Go on! Get outta here! I already told you loitering isn't
allowed! Get lost!"
	Yama growled and looked dangerously at Usagi. The group quickly
broke up. After a long staring contest between the Rokuji gang and the
blond girl, Yama led his group away. "You'll regret that." He called
over his shoulder before disappearing.	"Ne, Mamoru-kun." Motoki said.
	A stunned Usagi turned around to see Mamoru, standing behind
her with an open mouth. He had such a shocked look on his face that
Usagi had to stop herself from laughing. *That look is so priceless!
That sure put him in his place. Didn't know I had it in me, did you
Mamoru? Heh . . .*	"Were they bothering you, Usagi?" Motoki questioned, glancing
at a dumbfounded and downright fearful Makoto.
	"Hai, but I took care of them." Usagi said, beginning to feel a
little regretful that she had let her temper get the best of her. She
remembered Makoto's words. *Watch what you say, Usagi. That's the
Rokuji gang there. They aren't the best group to have a temper around.*
The blond gulped down a mouthful of air. *Maybe I should've just kept
my mouth shut.* Her triumph quickly changed to fear. *What are they
going to do to me now?*
	"Just make sure they don't take care of YOU." Mamoru warned.
	Usagi's sudden fear had taken such a quick hold on her she
found it hard to breath. The world around her was spinning. That
feeling transformed Mamoru's statement of concern into one of sarcastic
contempt. "Since when do YOU care, Mamoru! Ne, leave me alone!" She
cried, running off.	Makoto followed close behind. "Usagi! Matte! I'm coming!
Usagi!"	"Nani? What did I say?" Mamoru asked Motoki with a confused
look on his face. "I didn't mean to make her upset. I'm just concerned.
It didn't sound . . . sarcastic to you, Motoki-kun, did it?"
	Motoki shook his head. "Iie, Mamoru-kun. I think Usagi just
realized that she needs to work on her anger. She knows that she's
gotten in over her head."				***
	"Oh, Mako-chan!!! What am I going to do?!?" Usagi wailed at the
top of her lungs. "All those high school guys . . . and I've made them
all mad!!!" She sniffed and blew her nose. "It's their fault . . ."
Usagi hiccupped. "If they hadn't insulted us and played with my hair."
	"If they give you any trouble, just henshin into Sailor Moon!"
Makoto offered playfully with a friendly wink. "Don't worry.
Everything's going to be fine. Don't cry. It sounded to me like Mamoru
was concerned."	"That baka! Why would he worry about what happens to me?" Usagi
sobbed. "He doesn't care. He'd probably root the Rokuji gang on if they
decided to beat me up."
	Makoto smiled comfortingly. "I don't think so, Usa-chan. He
looked pretty worried to me. Not characteristic baka qualities."
	Usagi dried her eyes. "What are you saying?" She asked,
anticipating her friend would give her the answer her heart had wanted
to hear for so long.	"I think Mamoru might like you." Makoto said with a wink.
	"You think so?" Usagi asked excitedly. She tried making light
of the conversation. "Wouldn't it be romantic if he was just like
Yajima Kintaro and protected me against the Rokuji gang?!?"
	Makoto sighed out loud. "That would be." She agreed.				***
	"You up for some soccer, Mamoru-kun?" Motoki asked. "After
being locked up in the arcade all day, I could use a good work out.
What do you say?"
	Mamoru nodded. "Sure. I think the school keeps it's locker room
open until late and there's always extra soccer balls laying around."
He chuckled. "I bet I'll beat you too."
	The boys walked down the street. "No way, are you kidding me?
I've seen the way you play."	"Ten bucks says I beat you." Mamoru wagered.
	"Hontoo? Ten bucks, huh? Make it fifteen because I'm going to
beat you so bad you'll be begging for me to go easier on you." Motoki
replied with a laugh.	"In your dreams, Motoki-kun."	"I'm dreaming now!"
	"Is that so?"	The boys approached the school locker room. They could hear a
loud group laughing and joking loudly from the other side of a group of
lockers. "The nerve of that girl! Can you believe her? A little junior
high brat insulting us!"
	Mamoru stopped suddenly and listened. "The Rokuji gang." He
whispered to Motoki who joined him in the eavesdropping.
	"She'll get hers. Don't worry about that. We'll make SURE of
that, won't we boys?" Yama vowed.	"You've got it!"	"Of course!"	"Hai!"
	"Yeah! We'll get her good!"
	Mamoru felt anger build inside him. He clenched his fists and
suddenly, before Motoki could let out a cry of protest, Mamoru
approached the gang. "Isn't beating up on a poor little girl even low
for the Rokuji?"	Yama raised an eyebrow. "Oh, what would you know?"
	"I know enough to see that ganging up on a junior high girl is
underhanded and dirty." Mamoru said. "From what I've heard around
school, the Rokuji are a pretty mean group . . . but one that upholds
certain standards."
	"You're right about that." Yama chuckled. "Of course, the fact
that she insulted us repeatedly in public cancels out the fact that
she's a poor defenseless and rather stupid junior high brat. We have a
reputation to uphold. Insults won't be tolerated."
	Mamoru was fuming. "That's wrong! Do you want to be known as a
ruthless gang who will pull any trick in the book to defend their
worthless name?"	"Don't concern yourself with this." Yama warned. "Or else
you'll be very sorry." He waved a dismissing hand and brushed passed a
very angry Mamoru. The rest of the Rokuji gang followed suit.
	Once the gang was no longer around, Motoki let out a long
relieved sigh. "Mamoru-kun, you're either one heroic guy one or one
hell of a baka."	"You're telling me." He replied.				***
	"Shimatta, I shouldn't be out now." Usagi lamented to herself.
"It's already dark. I should've left Rei's temple hours ago." Suddenly,
her heart began to speed up and crash fearfully against her chest.
"What if the Rokuji come looking for me? There's no one around. I'm allalone."
	Usagi began to run towards the direction she knew her house was
in. *I should've let Ami walk you home like she offered. At least then
I wouldn't be all by myself . . . waiting for the Rokuji to come afterme . . .*
	Darkness was all Usagi's eyes could see. She ran breathlessly
down the street, frantically urging her legs to pump faster. Suddenly,
Usagi slammed into something. The girl fell backwards but quickly
scrambled to her feet. Her body froze and her eyes were downcast. She
didn't have to look up to see it was the leader of the Rokuji gang.
	Yama, smiled down at Usagi. "What's a little big mouth like you
doing out at this time of night? You should be more careful and watch
where you're going."
	Usagi's heart began to race. Out of the corner of her eyes she
saw the rest of the gang leering and making faces at her. They
completely surrounded her. *Look where my big mouth and hot temper's
got me now.* She thought to herself. *There's no way out.*
	"What's the matter? You're so quiet all of a sudden. C'mon.
Where's all those smart remarks of yours?" Yama taunted. "Not so tough
now are you?"	"I'm not looking for any trouble." Usagi managed to stammer.
She tried not to show her fear but she could already feel her bodytrembling.
	"You aren't are you? Well, by the way you were talking, you
should EXPECT trouble to find you." Yama chuckled. "The Rokuji gang
isn't a group to be messed with."
	"Gomen nasai . . ." Usagi replied in a shaky voice.
	Yama laughed darkly. "I'm afraid it's too late for apologies,
little girl. It's time you learned a lesson . . . courtesy of the
Rokuji gang. Right boys?" He looked around to see the others cheering
and pounding their closed fists against their open palms.
	Usagi gulped in mouthfuls of air. She was trapped, surrounded
by older boys that stood several feet above her. *No way out. I'm out
of luck. Can't say I didn't deserve this one. If I survive this, maybe
I'll learn to keep my temper under control.* She thought to herself.
	"Aw, don't look so scared there. We aren't gonna hurt you . . .
that badly . . ." Yama joked dangerously.	"Yama, don't lay a hand on her!"
	Usagi looked through the sea of perplexed faces to find the
owner of the voice. She had almost shouted, "Tuxedo Kamen!" but quickly
stifled her cry of relief once she realized she was not Sailor Moon.
*That voice sounded so familiar. Who said that?*
	"Nani? Someone else dares to oppose the Rokuji gang?" Yama
yelled angrily. "Show yourself, you foolish coward."
	The ring of gang members parted and a defiant Mamoru walked up
to where Yama stood in front of Usagi. "Don't lay a hand on her!" He
said. Mamoru came closer to the leader of the gang, so close their
noses almost touched. "If you want to fight someone, fight me. I'mright here."
	"You again? This doesn't concern you, baka." Yama said, shoving
Mamoru aside. "Why don't you go away before you cause trouble for
yourself." He clenched his fist and brought it behind his head, getting
ready to strike Usagi. The blond shut her eyes tightly, flinching in
the anticipation of pain.
	Mamoru clamped his hand around Yama's wrist. "You aren't going
to lay a hand on her!" He shouted angrily. "You have a score to settle
with her? Settle it with ME! I'll take responsibility for whatever
wrongs she may have done against you and your gang."
	*Why is he doing this for me?* Usagi asked. *Doesn't he hate
me? Why would he come save me?* She wondered inwardly.
	"Bakayaro!" Yama cursed at Mamoru. "You want to do things your
way? Fine, we'll do it your way! Boys, leave that big mouthed little
girl alone. We've got a new opponent. One that'll certainly give us a
decent fight."	"Shobu!" Mamoru exclaimed. "You're on! Let's go!" He paused
momentarily to look over his shoulder at Usagi. To her utter shock and
amazement, she saw him smile right before winking at her and turning
his attention to the gang.
	Yama smiled. "Gladly." He said before charging at the smug
Mamoru who stood before him with a confident glare. His azure irises
had a gleam to them that showed he had no fear.
	"Mamoru!" Usagi shrieked as the entire Rokuji gang rushed past
her and attacked the lone rebel. "Iie! Mamoru! Mamoru! Leave him
alone!" She screamed in protest as she watched two Rokuji boys tumble
to the ground and wipe blood from their lips. *He's fighting for me. I
don't believe it. Mamoru's fighting for me. That must mean he doesn't
hate me. All those mean jokes . . . all that merciless name-calling,
was . . . all because . . . he liked me . . . I was so stupid. Why
didn't I see it before?*
	Three more Rokuji flew through the air as they were tossed
aside by Mamoru. They fell hard onto the pavement and weakly attempted
to go back to the massacre. Mamoru could be seen momentarily. He
clenched his teeth and proceeded to slam his fist into Yama's stomach.
Usagi could see his cheeks, glistening with sweat and expanding rapidly
in order to gulp down air. Two gang members immediately jumped onto
Mamoru's back and began to immobilize his arms. Mamoru flipped the
Rokuji over and the two boys fell on top of Yama, who became
increasingly agitated.
	"Mamoru!" Usagi exclaimed. She watched a dwindling number of
exhausted boys taking random swings at Mamoru. He was hit every place
his tired arms weren't protecting . . . his stomach . . . his
ribs . . . his now bloody nose . . . Mamoru sank to his knees.
	Yama had managed to toss the two members of his beaten gang to
the side and was now kicking the downed rebel. Mamoru was currently in
the fetal position, writhing in pain with each strike.
	"MAMORU!!!" Usagi shrieked in horror. She rushed over to where
a completely exhausted Yama was continuing to beat the one who had come
to her rescue. "STOP!!!" Her small fists beat on Yama who was sore from
the hits he had taken from Mamoru.
	"Leave me alone!" Yama yelled, pushing Usagi away. She fell
onto her backside right next to a moaning Rokuji who was nursing his
bruised jaw. "Let's go boys. Consider yourself . . . lucky . . .baka . . ."
	Usagi watched the gang struggle to their feet and drag
themselves away. Each one had been hit numerous times . . . all by
Mamoru. *He's amazing. He got them all.* She thought to herself. "Ne!
Ne!" Usagi scrambled over to where Mamoru still lay on the ground. His
eyes were puffy and closed. She took off the bow of her uniform and
dabbed at a trail of blood coming from his temple. "Mamoru? Mamoru?"
She asked. Her voice shook as tears welled up in her sea blue eyes.
	"Usa . . ." Mamoru whispered hoarsely as he parted his split
lips. His eyelids opened slightly. Usagi saw his azure irises dancing
with a sparkle she had never seen before. Or had she and was never
truly aware of it . . .
	"Mamoru . . ." Usagi said, tears trickling down her cheeks.
	"Usa . . ." He said. "Are you . . . hurt?" Mamoru asked. The
blond shook her head, afraid that if she spoke a sob would burst forth
from her lips. "Good . . . I'll . . . never let anything . . . or
anyone . . . hurt you . . . ever . . . because . . . I love you . . ."
	"Oh, Mamoru. I know." Usagi said, more tears spilling down her
cheeks. She brought her lips gently down to brush against Mamoru's
forehead, taking great care not to hurt him. "I love you too."
	A tear slowly trickled out of Mamoru's eye. It mixed with a
stray tear of Usagi's that had splashed upon his cheek. He laid on the
pavement and cried along with Usagi. Though he was quite beaten and
bruised, the pain Mamoru felt melted away into a dull ache. It didn't
hurt so much knowing he had fought the fight for love . . . and won.				The End

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