AN: Well, here's the final chapter. I wrote this story before I wrote An Unlikely Encounter, so I'm sure you can see some growth in my development of short stories. Bikkuri Ramen (if you have read that) was my first ever OHC, followed by this one. I've had comments that BR was a bit rushed, so if you feel this one is too, it's okay, I understand. The shorter the story, the less confident about it I feel. But I think this story was funny and sweet and enjoyable, so I just had to share it. Up next for the week are some one-shots. Preview at the end of this chapter. Then, my other unfinished fic will be being released along with (hopefully) Chapter Three of The Princess Problem. Quick review thank you's to: Sakura Mars, serenity11287, Endy's Girl, Rabbitpoo, Yasaboo, moonsaiyan4, OoOSakuraOoO, sailor moon pink, and Butterfle! 1-8-07

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Usagi could only stare dumbly up at Mamoru, unable to think of anything in response to his accusation. Mamoru watched her, searching her face and eyes for any hint that he had made a mistake. Precious seconds ticked by. Too much time had elapsed for Usagi to say anything that would convince Mamoru that she wasn't Sailor Moon. "I . . . I . . ." Usagi faltered, trying desperately to think of a reply.

Mamoru grinned coldly down at her, disentangling himself from her. He wanted some time to think. It was taking all his willpower to keep his face calm. So many thoughts were racing through his mind, questions he wanted to ask, emotions conflicting within him. He needed to get away from her.

"Mamoru, wait." Usagi pleaded, stumbling to her feet. "I . . . I can explain." She stared at him in confusion. "How did you find out?" she whispered brokenly.

Shaking his head, Mamoru backed away. "You talk in your sleep, Odango."

Usagi turned bright red, sank back to the ground and groaned, burying her face in her knees, the fabric of her long skirt muffling what he suspected were tears. He almost went to her, but Luna chose that moment to stretch contentedly. The cat reacted to her mistress's distress almost immediately, butting her head against Usagi's leg. When Usagi didn't respond, the cat gave him a decidedly suspicious look. Figuring Usagi was in good . . . er, paws, Mamoru left, heading back to the only place in the world where he felt completely and utterly in control.

Usagi was devastated. It wasn't so much the fact that Mamoru knew her secret as that he'd seemed so upset with her. Was he angry at her for being Sailor Moon? She was certain Tuxedo Kamen was upset with her. So that was two of the three cute guys in her life who were upset with her. Fabulous, she groused mentally, kicking a stray pebble as she stormed home, some superhero I am! "Is there anything I can do right?" she wailed under her breath. Luna ran after her, concerned with her charge's sudden behavior. "Rei's gonna have a field day with this one." she whimpered. "I talk in my sleep?" Her voice changed, mimicking Rei's, "Only you could be this dumb, Odango!" She slammed the door behind her. It shut in Luna's face, so she was forced to go around the house and climb up the tree.

"Oh, Usagi-chan! You're home." Her mom came out of the living room, holding a few pieces of clothing on hangars. "Here's your dry-cleaning. I forgot all about it yesterday." Usagi accepted the hangars grumpily. "Oh, and here's what's left of your allowance after paying for the dry cleaning." Usagi's mom handed her a 1,000-yen bill.

"Moooooom!" Usagi wailed. "How could dry cleaning one uniform cost 4,000 yen?"

"It wasn't just the uniform, Usagi. It was the jacket, too. Where did you get that jacket anyway?" Her mom smiled teasingly, "A boy from school? Does he like you?" Usagi flushed. "Come on, Usagi-chan. I'm your mother. I know all your clothes, since I wash them every day." Usagi rolled her eyes. "That and it smelled really nice. Ask your friend what cologne he uses. I think it would be a good scent for your father."

"Mother!" Usagi couldn't believe her mom's behavior. It was like she thought they were friends or something! "No, he doesn't like me. And no, I'm not going to ask him what kind of cologne he wears. That's embarrassing!" She stomped off, muttering under her breath.

"Teenagers." Usagi's mom sighed. "I think I should write my mom a nice thank-you note for putting up with me at that age." she murmured thoughtfully, disappearing into the kitchen.

Usagi threw her uniform carelessly on the bed, but she held onto Mamoru's jacket for a moment. It looked so strange in the plastic bag. Tentatively, she lifted the protective plastic and sniffed at the fabric, but the dry cleaning process had washed away any remnants of his scent. She pouted. At least they had gotten out any Coke stains, she noted with relief, inspecting every inch of the inside of the jacket. She grinned to herself, wondering what Mamoru would have said if he had seen his precious jacket after she had gotten home. The ugly green thing had been sticky and mottled with Coke stains. She felt a stab of guilt for having been so careless with his jacket, just tossing it on the floor like trash. She knew he loved the jacket, otherwise, why did he wear it almost year-round? He'd given her something he genuinely cared about when she'd needed it, and she'd tossed it aside so she could cry like a spoiled kid.

Sighing, she took the jacket off the hangar, but left it in the plastic bag. Carefully folding it, she placed it into her school bag. Luna squirmed in and watched Usagi putting the jacket in her bag.

"What are you doing, Usagi-chan?" Luna sat right on top of Usagi's freshly laundered uniform. "Is that Mamoru's jacket?" Usagi nodded, then left the room. Luna followed her. "Usagi? What are you doing?" Luna demanded as she found Usagi washing her face. "What happened at the park?"

"I'll tell you later, Luna, I promise." Usagi muttered through the towel. Luna sighed and padded back out, annoyed. Usagi brushed her teeth again. If she was going to go Mamoru-hunting, she wanted to look and feel her best. "Make-up is a great confidence booster." she told her reflection as she applied blush to her cheeks. "And a great scent is too." She grinned as she spritzed her tea-rose perfume on her pulse points and in the hollow of her throat. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, letting the soft, calming scent wash over her. She thought about how much she loved roses. Tuxedo Kamen always smelled of roses, she recalled. A fresh blush rose in her cheeks as she recalled the intimacy of being trapped in such a small confine with him. His rose-scented cologne had clung to her afterwards. When she had gotten home, it seemed like her room had smelled like it.

The bottle of perfume slipped from Usagi's fingers and clattered loudly in her sink. Her face paled as her mind connected the scent she had smelled in the Tuxedo Kamen's arms with the scent that had been in her room from the time she brought Mamoru's jacket home. Tuxedo Kamen and Mamoru smelled the same! She stared at her reflection in shock. They both smelled like roses, they both were tall and slim. And that voice! That voice that always seemed familiar, though she had never known why! She whispered her suspicion to her reflection, "Mamoru is Tuxedo Kamen-sama." Her voice was shaky, torn between shock, relief and horror. "They smell the same, they're the same height, same hair, same voice! No wonder he left so quickly in the park!" She let her head thunk against the mirror, disappointment and pain in her eyes. "He must have been so disappointed to find out that I'm Sailor Moon." she whimpered.

Usagi stayed bent over her sink for a few more minutes, letting her self-pity wash over her. But her optimistic, youthful zest for life soon snapped her out of it. She was going to go through with her plan to find Motoki and ask him where Mamoru lived so she could return his jacket. Bouncing out of the bathroom, she asked Luna to have the girls meet at Rei's, then said she'd call them when she was on her way. Swinging her bag, Usagi fairly skipped down the stairs and down the street towards the arcade.

Twenty minutes later, Usagi found herself standing in front of a tall apartment building. It was almost as intimidating as Ami's building, but at least this one had sensible floors, not easily scratched marble. Still, polished to a high sheen, the slick floor was a potential hazard for the accident-prone blonde, so she crossed it very carefully. Slipping into the elevator with a sigh of relief, she double-checked the small card Motoki had given her before selecting the appropriate floor button. A short trip later, the elevator announced the floor and thanked her for riding. Giggling at the inanity of the elevator, she bounced off, relieved to find that the hallway had been carpeted.

Mamoru had no idea that he was going to have a visitor. He was standing in his kitchen, making himself a sandwich and mentally haranguing himself for not making the connection sooner. Of course Usagi was Sailor Moon! Who else had that ridiculously flattering hairstyle? Who else would be equipped to use her wails as weapons? What other girl in Tokyo, or in the world for that matter, had those incredibly beautiful blue eyes that showed the world the intense beauty of her heart? It was only logical that the schoolgirl and the super heroine whose hearts were bigger than the moon would have to be the same person. What kind of genius did it take to figure that out? Of course, it meant that he now knew the identities of the other senshi. As with Sailor Moon, he felt like a total moron for not figuring their identities out sooner, too. But, he decided, taking a sip of his soda, he wasn't going to reveal what he knew. Usagi would mostly likely be terrified he would tell someone, but he wasn't going to. Which meant he really should go looking for her to tell her he would keep her secret. He wondered if Motoki knew where she lived.

His bell rang. "Did I forget the pay the rent or something?" he muttered. He never had unannounced guests. "Come in." he called, not turning as he put the finishing swipe of mayonnaise on his sandwich.

"Um, Mamoru-san?" Usagi called out as she opened the door. She wasn't sure she'd be invited in, so she just stayed in the doorway, looking for him.

"Odango?" Mamoru queried, incredulous. Abandoning his untouched sandwich, he walked to the door and stared at her. Weird, he thought, it was like she showed up whenever he thought about her. Well, at least he could tell he would keep her secret now and not have to chase after her all over Tokyo. "What is it?" Belatedly, he realized he didn't want his whole floor seeing her. "Come in, please." he muttered awkwardly. He suddenly felt self-conscious about his place, wondering if she would see it as sterile and lonely as Motoki accused it of being.

She opened her bag as she kicked off her shoes, her eyes skittering over his apartment, but not really taking in the surroundings. "Um, Mom just picked this up from the cleaners. I'm sorry I didn't return it sooner." she murmured. She pulled the jacket out and passed it over to him. "I really appreciated you lending it to me." She lifted her eyes to his and he felt the power of her emotions strike him like a physical blow.

She hadn't come further into his apartment then the hallway, so he was forced to walk to her to take the jacket. "You . . . you're welcome, Usagi-san."

"And thank you for your concern at the park. Luna told me that you chased off some guys when I fell asleep and that you stayed there to protect me." She added, building up her courage, while mentally running through her checklist of similarities between Mamoru and Tuxedo Kamen-sama. It was all she could do to not scream "Gotcha!" when he stepped closer and his cologne scented the air between them.

"Luna told you." he repeated, wondering why she was being so open with him. He tried to look surprised, even though as Tuxedo Kamen, he had heard her cat talk.

Usagi smiled. "Yeah. She likes you." She looked down. "I haven't told her that you know I'm Sailor Moon yet." she whispered.

"Usagi, you don't have to. I won't tell anyone. I'm sorry I . . ."

"It's okay." She interrupted. "But I do have a question." Mamoru gave her a confused look as she stepped forward conspiratorially. "Did you want to kill Venus as badly as I did?" She paused at his stunned look. "Tuxedo Kamen-sama." She studied him with a serious, intent look on her face.

Mamoru could only stare at her in outright shock. It was his turn to be too stunned to reply. Usagi began grinning like a nut case at him, practically dancing. "How . . . How did you know?"

"Mom asked me what cologne you wear. I started thinking about the way you always smell like roses."

"You noticed that?" he asked, a pleased grin on his face.

Usagi blushed a little. "Yeah, well, you stink." she shrugged. They both laughed, the teasing easing some of the awkward tension. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment.

Mamoru broke the gaze suddenly, pulling back to take his jacket out of the plastic. "So, I guess we should meet with the others, then?"

Usagi blinked in surprise. "I was going to tell them you knew right after I returned your jacket. But I won't tell them your secret." she added hastily.

Mamoru pulled his jacket on. "It wasn't so hard to figure out their identities once I knew yours. It's only fair I tell them. Besides, I think you might need some support. I don't want Rei-san to come down too hard on you."

Usagi smiled up at him, a look of genuine relief in her eyes. "What are you, my knight in shining armor?"

"Can I be?" he asked in all seriousness. Usagi nodded happily. Mamoru slid an arm around her waist, surprising her. "Well, a knight does need a token from his fair lady before he can go into battle for her." At Usagi's confused look, he bent over her and slowly, gently moved down for a kiss. Usagi hadn't understood his words, but she understood his movements. Rising up on tiptoe, she met him halfway for a very sweet, albeit very short first kiss.

Although Mamoru stepped back, breaking the kiss, he captured Usagi's hand and didn't release. He didn't release it while she called Rei to tell her she was coming over and bringing Tuxedo Kamen with her. He held her hand possessively as they walked to the temple. He even held her hand when Minako greeted them at the door.

Grinning in a triumphant, "I-told-you-so" way, Minako took in the way Mamoru was holding Usagi's hand and the happy blush on her best friend's cheeks. Giving her friend a congratulatory wink, she stepped back to let them enter, but warned Mamoru in a teasing manner, "Come on in and make yourself at home – but keep your pants on." A well-aimed pillow struck the maniacally grinning blonde from behind, but did nothing to quell the laughter that suddenly bubbled up from the Senshi of Love. Usagi gave her a very suspicious look and resolved to get a full confession out of Minako before the night was through. Something told her Minako knew a lot more than she liked to let on. Ignoring Minako for now, Usagi gave Mamoru an apologetic look and led him inside to meet her senshi.

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Preview of Monday's upload:

Moonlight Kiss

Summary: Manga-based. Set after Act 4: Masquerade and in the second half of Act 5: Lita A.K.A. Sailor Jupiter (in the graphic novel Sailor Moon 1). Tuxedo Kamen discovers Sailor Moon's real identity. He's after a kiss, but he's hoping for a chance at more. But with youma, two other senshi, and an interfering cat, will he ever get a chance to tell her who he is?

This OHC was written for the Yearly Kiss Awards back in 2003, but there wasn't enough of a response for them to judge anyone's fiction. My one and only attempt to win an award lol. This is a sweet fluff fic.