Author's Notes:He hee, again I'm starting off with apologies... Sorry this wasn't up soon, but I was in a major writer's block as I was totally uninspired for the last part. I wrote the firstbeginning, then I couldn't go on and I deleted it. Then I frote trhe second beginning and couldn't go on and that too ended up in trash. But, I ntraveled a lot this summer so that too affected it. I was at the seaside for the last couple ofweeks, swam my limbs off, refilled my batteries, got a realnice color as I sunbathedmore than you could imagine, experienced lots of nice stuff, got home, and the next day finish the story! Yey! I didn't think it's going to be up that soon. Right, now you are all thinking sarcastic thoughts like: right, a month and a half is sure quick, but I was wondering if it's gonna be up before school... And it was! Well, school starts on Monday, so it isn't far, but heh... And, people, SCHOOL STARTS! NOOO! Actually, being a straight A student, I like school, but then I remember Physics class and I get nauseous. I NEVER hated a subject more than I hate that one... But that doesn't have much to do with the story, right? He hee...
Anyway, this turned out better than I expected! With my writer's block, I thought it's going to be real trash, but it didn't turn ot half as bad! Whopee for me! But, I don't think I'm gonna write for a while. Gotta get out from it a bit, and when I think of a real story and EVERY part planned out (not like in this one where only the beginning was planned) then look for me! Or check your mail, hehee...
Oh, and if you already haven't (but I don't believe so) read Alicia Blade's The Professional!THAT STORY ROOOOOOOOOCKS!
Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sailor Moon, nor am I making any money out of this.By theninehundredth and ninety nineth time.
Title: A Dream Suddenly Come True - Chapter Five
Rating: K+
Author: Sabreen
A Dream Suddenly Come True - Chapter Five
"Konnichiwa, Motoki-san!" a cheery voice chirped, entering the arcade.Mamoru looked away at the sight of his pain. She sat right next to him. "Hey, Mamoru-san! How are you?" She looked happily to his direction. He clenched his teeth and succeeded in murmuring "Fine, thanks" through them. She bit her lip and looked at Motoki with aquestion in her eyes. He just waved his hands towards Mamoru, like he was saying "Go on, go on" and she put her hand gently on his shoulder. He slowly turned his head towards her, his eyes wide and shock evident in them. She smiled comfortingly, knowing instantly that it works as he relaxed under her touch.
"Well, off I go," Motoki said and fleed away as fast as he could.Usagi was quite grateful for that action.
"Mamoru-san," she started off gently, as if talking to a small child. "Say, wouldyou like a walk around the park? It's really nice now, when it's twilight. We were never such good friends, and I don't want us to be in war all the time. So, how does it sound like?"
Heturned to her and watched her like he she was there to show him his way to hell. He was trying to talk, but all he could produce were uneven gasps of breath and sharp inhaling. "I..." he finally said.
"Onegai?" She pouted and looked at him sadly. His heart melted and he once again remembered what he had lost. A very small smile creeped its way up to his lips, before he smirked and looked at the silver metalcountertopwhere his half-empty (or full, which way you take it) coffee mug remained. He furrowed his brow, pondering aboutone simplething...
"I won't ask why." Suddenly, heturned his head to her, a ray of hope in his eyes.
"Okay," he said, this timenot stuttering.
"Great! Let's go!" She took his hand and started to run.
Mamoru unlocked the door of his apartment and entered it quickly. He didn't bother to take off his shoes, he justwent straight to the living room and crashed on the couch, sighing loudly and closing his eyes.
It was 8 pm, night was outside ruling completely. It was a couple of days after the walk in the park which was, unexpectedly, not so unpleasant. It was nice, they talked about things and before he knew it, he was opening his soul to her. He was talking about his daily habits and his college and stuff, and she talked about her friends and school. He was just thinking how he would like to put his arm around her waist and kiss her on the cheek every now and then, just like in the old times...
But there was one thing that he liked. She had just stopped talking about how hard tests are in her school, and silence draped around them. Then, she neared him and slipped her arm through his, clinging it tightly to her. She looked upat him and smiled brightly. He smiled back.
He felt the hard circle of steel loosening its grip on his heart. He felt easier looking in those bright eyes. Happy and content, they continued walking. But he still wondered: what was the purpose of the whole thing?
Today has been a wreck. She just kept popping outin front of him. On the street, in the park, and the arcade, in front of the university... She never noticed him.And it seemed as if every timehe saw her she would have a more determined look on her face. And he was dying to find what it was.
He chukled out loud when he remembered how she gets warmed up and determined about things she decides, and then wails how it's hard and how she wishes she's at home in her bed. Ahh, to remember her little face smiling and watching everything in amusement and curiosity, andthose sweet little thingies she does with her small hands and her pinkishlips... so sweet, sweeter than chocolate, so soft and gentle, evenvelvety... He chuckled again when he remembered how, once long ago,she used tojust close her eyes and pucker her lips, expecting a kiss, but he just stood there and watched her, smiling. After some time, she would frown and open her eyes at him angrily, her arms folding themselves on her chest. She would then pout... which he adored even more than her little hands and lips. He sighed loudlyagain.
"You really like to laugh and sigh, don't you?"
Mamoru got up so quickly that he lost his balance and fell on the floor, and since the space between the couch and the coffee table is very small, he ended up withsharp pain in his ribs, yelping painfully. The light was suddenly turned on.
"Ow... That hurt, are you okay?" Usagi moved the coffee table even more away and kneeled next to him, placing her hand on his stomach and shoulder. She helped him up and he sat on the floor, looking at her wide-eyedlike she's an apparition of some kind.
"What... what are you doing here?" he asked, as mesmerizedly as he looked. She chuckled, sitting next to him.
"Hello to you, too." She smiled.
"I... I thought... It seemed like... Don't you hate me?" he asked something he's been dwelling on quite a bit of time, still weighing the chance of this being a dream. She giggled.
"I wouldn't take you out to the park if I hated you, silly." She sat closer, so their bodies touched.
"But...until recently, you've been yelling at me and hated to see me."
"No small talk, geting right to it, eh? Well, fine, we'll do it your way." She faced him and sat with her legs in a criss-cross position. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were regretful and sad.
"I know," she whispered. "Everything. Well, it would be strange to you if you don't remember a month of your life, you know. So I went researching. Recently I made Motoki confess the things I didn't know, which weren't many."
"You mean," Mamoru interrupted, fearing the obvious, "that you know..."
"About us?" she helped him. "Uh-huh. Everything. I was shocked when I first found out. And then Motoki went into details, telling me how happy you were then, and how much you smiled and laughed. I was even more shocked. And then... I observed you a little for the last couple of weeks. Ignoring me, never looking at me, I once even saw a tear..." Her voice went soft and she traced his cheek from the his eye to his lips, reminding him of another tear spilt for her.
Mamoru was shaking. He sighed and closed his eyes, incapable of doing anything. "Well,I guess you had to find out once." He got up and walked a few steps, before turning to her again, with anangry look."Why are you telling me this? To rub it in my face? As a revenge because I teased you so much? Or becauseI, ahm,"used" you, how everyone says? Because if loving someone as much as I have you, then truly, this world has gone insane."
"No!"she said, widening her gaze."No... It's...I can't watch you like that. I simply can't. My heart breaks and cracks whenever I see you so sad... And it's my fault." She lowered her gaze to the carpeted floor.
"So that's the reason." He went trough his hair with his hand nervously. "You feel sorry for me. Well, don't, I don't need your pity! And except that, that's what I had coming, right?Using the fact you had amnesia and that I was the first who had understood it to make you believe I'm your boyfriend just because of a little, insignificantfact that I loved you so much and wanted nothing elsebut for you to return my feelings! I had it right comingfor loving you and doing everything I could to make you happy, even opening up to you, which I haven't done to any living soul on this planet! So, here I have my punishment that I deserved fully and completely!"
He turned his back to her and he could already feel the tears in his eyes, while she has alreadystarted to cry in the middle of his speech. Unnoticed by him, she slowly got up and walked small, insecure steps towards him. She slipped both of her arms around his waist, gripping it tightly and burying her face into his looseblack polo neck. His muscles tensed and he remained still as she sobbed into the black cloth.
"No..." she whispered brokenly. "That's not the reason. I don't feel pity for you. I told you that because... because... Reading your diary, and watching that tape made me so close to you and before I knew it, I didn't hate you at all. I watched you being broken for all that time and I just wanted to go over to you and console you and tell you everything is going to be all right, and everytime I saw you, I was sad even more and wanted to embrace you gently as you have me then,and I simplyhad to do something... Telling the truth was the best idea, Motoki helped me a little and I didn't tell you that because I wanted to rub it in your face OR because I felt pity, it was because..." The cloth on his chest was wet with tears as she continued to rub her face against it, all the time sobbing and spilling her heart out. But now, she raised her gaze and looked with the blury blue eyes into his shocked midnight ones, smilling just a bit.
"I love you." She lowered her gaze and watched directly in front of her, touching hischestwith her forehead and the tip of her nose, seeing only a blackwet spot. He gently put his hands on her back.
"You grew warmonto me as I knew more about our relationship. Soon, I wasn't watching you as a conceited jerk not worthy of a second glance, but a sweet, caring man who knows how to love a girl. And I fell in love, utterly and completely." She raised her gaze to his again. "I loved you, and I still do, even more than when I had the amnesia." She gripped him moretightly. "I love you so much, Mamo-chan..."
He watched the shaking girl the whole time, incapable of doing anything as the love of his life went on about her love for him.
"So much it hurts." He gripped her back tighter and tipped her chin up. He squinted his eyes as tears flooded them.
"Usako..."
"Mamo-chan..."
"Do you... Do you really..." He could hardly pronounce those words as sobs choked him, nearing her face slowly, gently...
She nodded and he put both of his hands on either side of her face, watching her closely, not believing this was true. She closed her eyes and he closed his. Mamoru inhaled sharply, letting the breath out in manysmall gasps. "Usako..." he groaned painfully.
And he felt her lips, sweeter than chocolate, soft as velvet on his, caressingthem gently and sendinglove through them. Their bodies shook with excitement and love they felt for each other, and then they broke up the kiss,butright after thatMamoru dove in, feeling her tongue playing with his and sending electricity down his bodyin a most incredible way ever, and he slipped his arms around her waist, holding her to him and never wanting tolet her go. They were burning in passion and love, and Mamoru devoured her lips, almost insanely. He pulled her to the couch and lay her on it, him covering her small body and continued to kiss her, play with her, do everything he desired most to her lips, enjoying it completely. He was like a man who was starving for weeks and finally got in front of a rich table, ready and inviting for him to dig in to his heart's content.
He separated from her lips, leaving short but full kisses down her neck, all the time roaming aroundher back and stomach. She enjoyed this surge of passion and every touch made her heart beat stronger and stronger, as he ravaged her lips and then went on to her neck. But, when he went through two thirds of it, he suddenly stopped and rose into a sitting position, his hand going through his hair again nervously. Then heencircled her waist and rose her to sit too. He pulled her closer and buried his face into her neck, kissing it lightly.
"I'm so sorry, Usako... I don't want to scare you or especiallyhurt you, but I just wanted you for so long that I just can't restrain... Your kisses are like adrug for me, I just keep wanting more and more of them... You have no idea how happy you have made me!" Usagi smiled, gripping him tightly.
"I love you," she said, kissing him everywhere she could.
"And you know what?" shw whispered hoarsely.
"What?" he asked, kissing her neck once again.
She put her lips right next to his ear.
"I remember," she whispered. Suddenly, everything stopped.
"What?" He faced her wide-eyed. "You mean... everything?" He seemed so happy that he was at a loss of what to do. He was kissing her, caressing her, going throughhis hair...She nodded. Then, he pushed her back into lying position, him again on top of her.
"I'm so happy..." He lay his face onto her chest, and now he stayed still.
"But, what caused it in the first place?" he asked confusedly. Usagi chuckled.
"What is it?" he asked, smiling and pulling his head up to see her face.
"Would you believe me if I told you I hit a shelf with my head the day earlier?" she said, smiling mischievously. He stared, shocked and after awhile of wondering how could this kind of stuff happen to you, he shook his head, lying it back on her chest.
"I'm going crazy."
And they lived happily ever after.
End of story -
Pheeew, FINALLY OVER! Well, hope you liked the end, as always. So, good luck in school (and college)for those who still have to bear that cross and good luck in job for those who work. I wish you many good stories read and written in this new school year! See ya next story!
Oh, and for the Goddess Of Fanfiction otherwise known as Alicia Blade: It seems like I went with the good old-fashioned cabinet thing. I was too lazy to work on that other idea... he hee...
Sabreen