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A/N: Okay well this is for the MamoUsa week on Tumblr so no I'm not technically starting a whole new story since the majority of the days are written out so HAHA! I also have a hidden motive for writing this for my moonie friend on here, CassieRaven who's birthday falls on the free day of the week, June 24th! So I wrote this for you Cass and your endless love for Dark Endymion! It's just a random little one-shot set in season one during the Dark Endymion run! I wrote this doing my headcold so I'm sorrrrrrrrrrryyyy if it's badly written but I really tried to fight through and make something you would like hopefully! I hope you enjoy and have the bestest birthday ever!

In My Head

"Why did you follow me?" He whirled around, cape flapping when he set sights upon the-thorn-in-his-side guardian, standing small but confident on the other side of the metal beam.

"I need to talk to you," she said, loud and with a slight quiver. "You need to know whose side you're on."

His smile turned venomous and sinister. "I know I'm on the winning side and you," he directed a finger towards her, "are on the losing side."

"No you don't understand-"

"I've got better things to do than listen to the desperate pleas of a moon guardian so," he sent a two-fingered wave, "Adieu."

She balled her fists up and stepped toward him before he could fly off the edge of the red beam. She couldn't lose her chance to at least place a seed of doubt in his mind. "Please Endymion wait!"

In a blink of an eye, a sharp pain shot through the back of her skull and she couldn't breath and suddenly he was pressed against her body, tight between the construction beam behind her, hand wrapped around her throat while red menacing eyes shone right in her face.

"End-y-mion," she choked out, clawing at his hand and struggling to intake precious air.

"Like I said," he ground out low and irritated, "I have better things to do than stand here and listen to your ramblings."

"Bu-t I-"

"Unless you have a more enticing proposition," her stomach fluttered catching his darkened eyes glancing at her parted and panting lips. "I should just leave.."

She couldn't stop from looking at his. "I-I don't re.."

"Are you sure you don't," he whispered, hand suddenly loosening around her, a finger even gently caressing her tense jaw.

"I d-don't know," she softly replied, her blue hues landing on his. "Mayb…"

He had become so close to her that the mere movement of her words, caused her lips to brush against his. It sent a shudder through him despite his best attempts and the lush soft feel broke the last restraint he had knotted in his mind.

With a gentleness he never knew, he placed his lips on hers with caution, watching for her rejection but no clear signal was made so he came down harder, moving against her lips waiting for a response of some sort.

His hand on her neck uncoiled and instead slowly ascended to lovingly cup her cheek, his thumb rubbing small circles near the corner of her lips.

Never did he expect for her body to relax and so he bit back his gasp when surprisingly, her mouth opened to him, soft cherry lips responding to his rough chapped ones and the slip of lip balm staining his taste buds.

Little fireworks bursted on his skin and a sensation spun in his stomach that he futilely tried to fight back but gave in willingly to everything that exploded within his being.

A little delighted squeak sounded from her and she pulled back just a centimeter to breath and utter one word, or rather a name that should sound unfamiliar to his ears but in horror, didn't.

"Mamoru."

He bolted up from the pillows, bare skin covered in sweat and attempting to regain his rapid breathe from the treacherous dream. The chambers were pitch black and he felt the soft liquid sensation of his bed sheets cool against the skin of his long legs.

He was safe, away from the dreamland that his head forced him into, creating scenarios that meant nothing to him. It was all just pent up feelings expressing themselves in unusual images and actions that could be his in reality. If Beryl were to ever know that one of her generals had been even amusing the idea of doing such a thing with Sailor Moon…..

'It's all in my head,' he repeated the mantra in his thoughts, running a scarred hand through dark messy locks. 'The dream means of no importance.'

That's what he told himself endlessly, until the end of time he will think that. Never would he confess out loud that it was anything but a mistake to dream of such things. Never would he admit that that name she always whispered didn't cause some sort of reaction from him.

Never.

Though, if the dream truly meant of no importance, how is it that it was the ninth night in a row that he experienced this dream, the third night he found himself having the desire to go back to it.

Tomorrow, Holidays!(Also you can, you know, leave a review on what you thought of this first day?)

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASSIERAVEN! :D