Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Lost In Your Eyes ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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Title: Lost In Your Eyes
Author: Alyndrya
Email: princessdestinydestinysgateway.com
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Couple: Usagi And Mamoru
Rating: NC 17+
Summary: 'One Hour Challenge' #439: Response Fanfic. Mamoru so utterly infatuated with Sailor Moon that when he seems to spot her in a dark alley he kisses her. To his complete shock and horror, the person turns out to be his worst enemy Usagi! And to make things even worse, he's convinced that she's a Dark Kingdom spy and he's forced to hold her hostage until she confesses!
Chapters: 2/7
Status: Unfinished
Year Completed: N/A

Comments: Hi everyone! I was just reading back over the Fanfic and thinking 'Plot? WHAT plot?!' *Bangs head on keyboard* This is turning into pure smuttiness, which I have a dislike of. All Fanfic lemons should have a plot, right? Pure lemon is just...yucky. Three Chapters of them in the alley making out?! O.o Okay, I have to move this along better. Grr. So the lemon bit might be taking place somewhere else...I have to get some plot in here somewhere, other than Mamoru's hormones on parade! But it'll mean that it's not finished in Three Chapters as expected.

Hmm... *Thinks hard* I'll figure something out. I know I want to move the scene, so I'll just inch that way and try to figure out where this goes. LOL. Ah ha, I have it! Whoo, and it's another long Chapter for you all! I think I might just be able to stick with this one till the end. All in a row I mean. :P

So let me know how you liked my first lemon scene, okay??

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LOST IN YOUR EYES

By Alyndrya

[ princessdestiny@destinysgateway.com ]

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Chapter Two

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This, more than anything, upset her a great deal. Her first kiss was supposed to be special; shared with the one she loved.

Mamoru's anger deflated and he felt like the jerk she'd called him. Her first kiss; damn it! A First Kiss was very special to a girl, he knew. He had been friends with a girl at the Orphanage who had explained this to him when he was very young. A first kiss was treasured and meant to be given to someone who cared for them; loved them.

Reika had also told him about her first kiss-and it had been with Motoki. Given their age, that had been some miraculous feat. She'd saved herself that long for the right man to come along.

"Oh damn, Usagi," He swore, looking at her face awkwardly. He ran a hand through his dark hair in a distracted manner. "I'm so sorry for taking that from you." In his obsession with Sailor Moon, he'd stolen something infinitely special to a young girl. He was such a bastard!

Usagi couldn't have been more surprised if he'd proposed marriage! Her jaw dropped. "You-you are?" She said disbelievingly.

He understood about the First Kiss? No way! This was not something a male understood. It was something only females talked about and dreamed of and held tightly as a cherished thing.

But what on earth was she supposed to say? She blinked at him, and then blushed. "Well, okay then. Just don't do it again," She uttered with equal awkwardness. What a mild thing to have said to such a-a...heated, wonderful, exciting thing.

Her words struck them at the same time and they both laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.

"I got kissed by my worst enemy!" Usagi giggled at him, eyes bright. "And you thought I was someone else!"

"It was a mistake you know," He said humorously, glad to see that she wasn't going to bash his head in for kissing her when it should have been someone else.

"I'll say!" She grinned, suddenly all their uncertainty faded away. They could forget this. It had been a strange mistake and wouldn't ever happen again. They could put this all behind them with no trouble and probably even go back to their teasing ways. What had he ever been worried about? Usagi was obviously a lot more mature than he'd given her credit for; another girl of her age would most probably have been in strong hysterics after being kissed that way.

They smiled at each other, teasing a little more back and forth until they both felt more comfortable.

"Mamoru?" Usagi asked abruptly, so curious that she couldn't hold back her question anymore. She just had to know who he thought he'd been kissing. It was positively nagging her! Who had Mamoru meant to kiss? "Who did you think I was?"

Mamoru's grin faded away and he looked at her hard. "Why?" Why the hell did she want to know, after they'd just both tried to smooth it all over?

"I just wondered," She whispered, looking away. The memory of his kiss came to mind and she recalled the feeling of his lips moving over hers with such fervor. "Your kiss-" She broke off, not knowing how to continue. That kiss had been something someone of her age should never have encountered. Well, she was almost sixteen, but still...

The blonde really had no experience with kisses, but his had seemed to hold so much longing and emotion. As if he'd finally been able to have something he'd been desperate to obtain. And once he'd gotten his hands on it, he'd attacked it with a frightening hunger and desire.

The handsome man looked at her, frowning darkly and wondering if she was making fun of him. He had not kissed that many girls and so had no idea if Usagi had even enjoyed it. After all, it had been a very adult kiss. And not just a kiss really. His memory of how soft her backside had felt filled his mind. Her web, hot lips, his erection rubbing against her crouch. Mamoru had fairly attacked her out of lust for someone else.

Chiba Mamoru was utterly depraved. It was official! He had been so fixated and consumed by thoughts of Sailor Moon that he'd jumped on the first blonde girl who'd resembled her. Thank god it had been his worst enemy, who despite hating his guts, would never report him to the police.

The memory of the kiss rose up again and his eyes became concentrated. No, he was wrong. It hadn't been an attack really. Usagi had responded just as eagerly to his embrace, even if she denied it. Though she had stiffened at first, she had melted into his arms soon enough and responded. Responded very enthusiastically at that. His eyes went dark with unconscious longing.

Would he hurt her feelings if he told her who he'd imagined he was really kissing? As the man looked down at her wary face, he remembered that this girl was his enemy. An unruly child who bugged him at every turn. The Odango Atama. "I thought you were Sailor Moon," Mamoru told her carelessly.

Usagi gawked at him in disbelief. Mamoru had thought he was kissing Sailor Moon?! And the irony was that he had. "You-you thought I was her?" She exclamationed, still perturbed. Had he seen her leap down into the alley after all? Her eyes went wider. He must have seen her and with the intent to kiss her, had gone into the alley. Thank god he hadn't connected the two girls or she'd have been in deep trouble.

Her blue eyes narrowed in animosity, fingers clenching. And why on earth would Mamoru think that he could just kiss Sailor Moon anyway? "I really doubt that she'd let you." She spat, suddenly infuriated, hurt and humiliated. He'd kissed her like that thinking she was the Super heroine? Someone who was in fact, herself. The extreme incongruity of it had not escaped her.

So Mamoru had spotted her in the alley before she de-transformed and dashed inside to maul her? She was so insulted she could have slapped his smug face.

Mamoru was feeling rather superior! He'd discomposed the girl and she looked hideously embarrassed to have been mistaken for the beautiful Super heroine, Sailor Moon. He couldn't blame her.

Usagi had in turn become very pale and then red in the face, several emotions chasing themselves across her face. At last fury replaced it all. "You complete bastard!" She yelled at him, moving forward a few steps to smack him in the chest.

Mamoru chuckled at her behavior, brushing her hand from his chest as if she'd been an irritating bug. "Calm down, Odango. I know this must be embarrassing for you, being mistaken for her, but no harm done. After all, she's a beautiful girl and you're well...you."

No harm done? She was just her?! A red haze that she had only felt in battle filled her eyes. He was the devil himself! How dare he laugh at her like that, mocking her? And come to that, how dare kiss and touch her that obscenely?! "I'll give you embarrassed, you bastard!" She blazed.

Usagi had promised the other Senshi faithfully that she would never use her increased strength or speed or anything else that had heightened their senses when they had become the Sailor Senshi. It had not been very long before they'd discovered that they actually retained some of that power even when untransformed.

But this was just the end of her tether!

Arm swinging back, she punched Mamoru solidly on the jaw. To her immense satisfaction, his expression of shock as he flew back, was balm to her injury.

The upper-classman was thrown back a satisfactory distance and landed in a pile of smelly garbage.

Usagi stalked over to him and glared down at his unmoving form. He was sprawled there, nursing his bruised chin and his dark blue eyes were glazed. "The next time you want to make fun of me, remember that!"

She turned to go, all fired up with adrenaline, when abruptly her ankle was grabbed and she was yanked backwards.

Usagi shrieked as she fell forwards, wind milling her arms. She landed face-first into the garbage at Mamoru's side. Winded, she lay there, completely stunned. He'd pulled her down! How was she supposed to make her exit with pride when he continually humiliated her? Oooh, but she could scream!

"I don't know who taught you that, Usagi, but you don't go around just belting people!" Mamoru growled into her ear, looming over her form. He wasn't about to let her leave after almost knocking him silly.

Her shoulders shook and for a moment, he thought that she was crying. Despite his rage at her fist slamming with amazing force into his jaw, he hadn't meant to hurt her back when he'd yanked her down to the ground. "Usagi-" He began in concern.

The blonde suddenly spun around on the garbage mound and glared heatedly at him, eyes centimeters away. "You deserved it!" She cried, uncaring that she was now laying in filth.

Why that ungrateful brat! He could have hit her back just as easily, but he'd pulled her into the garbage instead, hoping to humiliate her as he had done to her.

They glared at each other, unwilling to give an inch.

It dawned on Mamoru that his hand was grasping her upper thigh firmly as he leant over her and he quickly let go as if burnt. Now he was touching her without realising it? Just wonderful!

Usagi flushed, not having known where his hand had been until he moved it. And now that he'd pulled away, she almost wished it was back.

Oh no! They were fairly pressed together on the ground and that attraction was flaring up. Panic filled her and she fought the urge to shove him off and run; he'd probably grab her before she could even get to her feet.

"Why are you so upset?" He asked quietly, honestly bewildered. Sure, he'd said she wasn't beautiful, but was that any reason to knock him silly? And come to think of it, that had been some punch she'd delivered. That tiny girl had sent him back at least a meter. In fact...if he'd not been Tuxedo Kamen, she'd probably have broken his jaw.

That same jaw fell open as that bombshell really hit him. Usagi had walloped him good; slugging his jaw like a pro. "And just where the hell did you learn to do that?" He demanded suspiciously, taking a hold of her shoulders and shaking him. It wasn't something you did, going around hitting people, even if you were provoked. Usagi had done it almost like instinct when she'd been hurt by his words.

Mamoru frowned curiously, trying to figure that one out. In all their arguments, Usagi had never hit him. Stuck her tongue out, thrown things at in inadvertently, but never hit.

If he found out who was teaching that sort of thing to young girls, he'd murder them!

Usagi blinked at him, wary and surprised. That was the last thing she'd expected him to say.

She tried to inch away from him in the garbage, but he moved closer, hands tightening on her arms. His whole right side was pressed along hers and he loomed over her almost threateningly. What did he want with her?

Usagi's heart pounded and she licked her lips. "I er-a friend taught me how to defend myself," She said nervously. Yeah right! She'd learnt that one in battle with a Youma.

Mamoru's eyes narrowed grimly at her evasiveness. "What friend?"

"Can you get off of me?" She retorted, trying to press herself further into the trash to get away from the warmth of his body. Her eyes flickered towards the light of the street outside the alley. Several meters away, but still so close. If anyone had looked in, they'd have seen nothing, eyes not able to adjust to the dark of the alley.

Suddenly extremely agitated from his closeness, she tried to wiggle away. Oh no, it couldn't happen again! She just couldn't handle it if he kissed her again. Blue eyes fluttering with anxiety, she wondered if she was dreaming all this. It was so very unreal. Chiba Mamoru didn't want to kiss her, it had all been a mistake of identity. So then, why was he persisting?

Mamoru's hand left her arm and went to her hip, pinning her there against him. "You're not going anywhere until I get answers," He murmured absently, wondering what had gotten into his head to have her trapped under him like that. If he leant over her a little more, he would be lying on top of her.

And if his face came a little closer, they'd be kissing.

He looked into her eyes to see if he was scaring her and his breath caught at the fleeting expression of awareness that went though the blue depths. Their position seemed now to be extremely...suggestful. Oh no, it wasn't going to happen again damn it. There would be no kissing of certain annoying blondes.

Mamoru leant more into her body almost unconsciously and a leg went over both of hers to pin her there. The fact that they were in a large pile of garbage, right near the entrance of an alley that lead into a crowded street, never really occurred to either of them.

"Mamoru," Usagi whispered nervously, eyes looking into his dark ones, so close to hers. Eyes that glittered darkly with some unfathomable emotion. "You can't-" She broke off, swallowing as his face moved closer.

He wasn't even thinking anymore. Only feeling. Senses all alive, he'd moved without realizing to close her exit. He had an arm on her hip and a leg thrown over both of hers in a distinctly possessive manner. Mamoru swallowed also and his eyes zeroed in on her small lips. "Usagi," He breathed, mouth hovering over hers.

His breath was on her face, and he smelt of roses and coffee. A familiar scent that she couldn't place. But that was not surprising since Usagi's mind had just gone out the window.

The blonde's head moved upwards to close the tiny place between their lips. Her breath escaped in a deep sigh as their mouths met and clung in mutual need. Her small delicate hand moved up to his shoulder, pulling him closer.

It was a light, tentative kiss at first and Mamoru didn't push it. His senses were full of her and he didn't quite know what to think. He wanted to kiss her, Usagi. His worst enemy and the thorn in his side. If he hadn't already kissed her and felt the heated desire between them, he would have thought himself mad.

Usagi wanted more than this light touching of lips. She moaned as his hand moved over her waist and under her shirt to caress the smooth warm skin beneath. She tilted her head instinctively, to deepen the kiss. As their breath mingled and mouths opened to brush tongues over each other, Usagi surrendered to the feelings flooding her. He was her enemy; someone she always fought with...but she wanted this! Wanted it badly.

As soon as their tongues touched, a deep spark went off inside of Mamoru. A need to possess Usagi and brand her as his own. His mouth claimed hers with a ravishing fervor that shook both their bodies.

The blonde reached up and clutched at his hair, running her hands through their silky strands. She felt as if she was on fire and couldn't get enough. His hands began to move all over her body with searing heat. Over her breasts, feeling aching and full, over her upper thighs, over her throat. His lips left a burning trail down from her mouth to her chin and then to her neck, sucking and biting lightly. It felt as if he truly wanted to devour and possess her totally.

Usagi was overwhelmed, never having experienced this sort of desire before. She had felt a small dose of it whenever she'd been held in Tuxedo Kamen's arms.

Tuxedo Kamen! She needed to remember him. To recall that she liked him and not Mamo-

Her blue eyes opened even as Mamoru's mouth reached the edge of her top and licked across the creamy breasts revealed. Her nipples tingled and she couldn't help the startled gasp that escaped her. She was burning up.

Mamoru knew he wasn't entirely in control of himself, but he couldn't help it. Her body was like some aphrodisiac to him! It was slender and curved in all the right places. He found that as he laved a trail over the tops of her breasts that even her skin tasted wonderful to him. She smelt of lavender and spring. His hands ran up and down her body with shameless abandon.

As he was otherwise occupied, the blonde lay there, reveling in the sensations cascading through her body. There was a strange feeling in her groin area and lower body. She had read books and seen TV of course, so she knew what it was and how to solve her problem-but could she? Usagi was only fifteen, below the age of consent. What they were doing was illegal, if nothing else.

Oooh, that felt so sinfully good. Mamoru's hip had unexpectedly rubbed against her most secret of places as his lips continued to ravish the tops of her breasts and throat with an insatiable hunger. She had an urge to feel that zing of pleasure again and angled herself, legs going wider to accommodate him. Yes, there! "Ohhh, Mamoru," She moaned, unable to help the pleading phrase coming from her mouth.

The dark-haired man was surprised by her boldness as he felt her rubbing against his hip in abandon, wanton in her need. She was so young, yet so innocently seductive in her movements against him. As her legs spread, he found his belly pressed against her heat. Mamoru surged upwards, making sure to rub hard against her with the rough material of his jeans. All that was between them was his pants and her underpants, as her skirt had ridden up to her waist.

A muffled shriek escaped Usagi as Mamoru's body rubbed ruthlessly along her wet core, and her body broke into a frenzied mass of heat and tremors. Every movement he made sent her spiralling into delicious, but unbearable pleasure.

"Usagi!" Mamoru murmured into her ear, as affected as she was. He rubbed himself up and down repeatedly, feeling the wetness of her arousal clearly through the front of his pants. Her panties must have been soaking! He had never done anything like this with any of his girlfriends. This was purely animalistic! A primitive need to give and take pleasure and to posses.

Usagi was reduced to incoherent babbling as the man continued to thrust into her, making sure to grind into that certain place that sent her thoughts flying out the window in mindless ecstasy. She was no longer thinking, but feeling.

He couldn't stop himself; in a mindless churn of yearning and needing, and wanting. A frenzied need to feel that burst of euphoric spasm of release-for both of them.

As he stared down at her face, beautiful in its pure emotion of desire, what he was doing crashed over him like an icy wave. Mamoru stopped moving, even though the pain of his erection was almost unbearable.

Panting and gasping beneath him, face desperate when she realized she had been deprived of her pleasure, he suddenly realized that he was practically raping a minor. A girl who didn't know any better and was lost in pure sensation. "Oh god, I am a bastard!" Mamoru snarled, rolling away from her.

"Mamoru?" Usagi whispered, feeling pain and shock and unrequited enrapturement. He'd just-stopped. And his face had looked so full of self-loathing it could have made her cry. She struggled up, pulling her skirt back down and feeling wretched. Had she done something wrong? Had she been so lost in her own pleasure that she'd not given him any? "Did I do something bad?" She asked him tearfully.

"No! No, of course you didn't, Usagi." Mamoru realized that he'd been so self-absorbed in his own depravity that he hadn't seen what stopping like that had done to the blonde. She looked positively haggard and he knew he must look the same. Stopping so very close to release was complete agony for the both of them.

The man took a hold of her hand gently and drew them both to their feet. He really didn't know what to say to her, but he would try. "Usagi, I'm so very sorry. That should never have happened. You're far too young and I'm old enough to know better." Mamoru apologised sincerely.

"But I'm almost sixteen," Usagi looked up into his face and blinked back the moisture in her eyes. Her body still felt like it was on fire, though it was fading. She'd been so close to something and then it had stopped. She glanced down at his crotch involuntarily and blushed a fiery red when she saw the wet spot on the front. It must have been from her, since her panties felt soaking.

Mamoru also looked down and grimaced. "Damn, how depraved am I to practically rape a minor in a dark alley?" He growled at himself in hate. "And almost sixteen is still fifteen and a minor, Usagi."

"Mamoru, you didn't ra-" Usagi began, but he interrupted.

"I can only say that it will never happen again and I'll do my best to avoid you," He said stiffly, eyes closed. When they opened, the blue depths held self-loathing and a remnant of desire. "Never again." He told them both, stepping back.

"Wait!" Usagi said desperately as he turned and swiftly left the alley. Her hand fell hopelessly and she felt a need to have a good cry-but she couldn't. Mamoru was probably feeling the exact same thing that she was and now that she knew the reasons he'd stopped, she had to talk to him. She was only just a minor. Her birthday was in three days and then she'd be sixteen.

The little blonde wandered out of the alley forlornly, looking up hopefully to see if she could see Mamoru. He was there far ahead, practically walking over people in an effort to get away from her. Usagi frowned. That wasn't right. She just couldn't let him charge off like a heated bull, all full of misery for his transgression.

She began to follow him, walking faster until she was running. She had to know what had happened between them. Why he'd kissed her and almost made love to her even though she had not been Sailor Moon. Mamoru must feel something for her; and she knew that he'd try and kill that with all his might.

Usagi trailed him closely until he abruptly turned right, going into another alley. Eyes popping wide and gawking, she went carefully to the lip of the alley and peered in. Was he meeting another girl?! Or had he spotted someone else he thought was Sailor Moon and was kissing her now. Jealousy raged through her and her eyes turned dark. How dare he-

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness within, she was just in time to see Mamoru take a red rose from thin air and then he was surrounded by a soft blue light. Seconds later, Tuxedo Kamen stood there.

Usagi fell back out, struggling for breath. She lay against the warm bricks of the wall, eyes dilated with shock and heart thundering in her ears.

Mamoru was Tuxedo Kamen.

No wonder he'd been so eager to kiss Sailor Moon. Sadness filled her, replacing the stupefied emotions in her. Mamoru really had not wanted to kiss her or touch her like that after all. How could he when he was Tuxedo Kamen and he'd really wanted to be making love to Sailor Moon? Everyone knew that Tuxedo Kamen had feelings for Sailor Moon, and she was proof of this.

With a heavy heart, Usagi turned back to the backstreet and walked in. To her astonishment, he had vanished. Fear and apprehension gnawed at her for a long moment as she weighed the futility of following him and making him explain it all to her.

And then it was decided. Her chin firmed, eyes gleaming with determination and she transformed.

In under a minute, she was following Tuxedo Kamen's faint form across the city, keeping a decent distance between them. It wouldn't do for him to know she was trailing him.

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Tuxedo Kamen entered his apartment through his balcony, feeling as if he had been through a wringer. He felt utterly wretched and had a lot of self-hate for what he'd done.

"I need a shower," He said, looking down at his body, which was still betraying him. He was still slightly aroused every time he remembered her warmth, her eagerness, her skin under his mouth and tongue. "Damn it!" He yelled, de-transforming. He looked down at his wet pants with a wry look and went to change. Perhaps a quick change of clothing instead. With himself naked in the shower, he might just give into the feelings that had been denied him.

After he'd changed into the usual black slacks and green jacket, he walked out for a cup of coffee. And that was when he heard the almighty crashing sound outside. He glanced quickly through the glass doors into the sunlight and saw someone sprawled there.

Mamoru's heart almost stopped when he realized it was Usagi. Usagi! How the hell had she gotten up eight flights from the outside?!

In seconds he had transformed back into Tuxedo Kamen and hid stealthily behind the curtains. She would not be able to see him there.

"Oh god, it can't be true, but it has to be. Usagi..." His voice trailed off from despair into a rage. How dare she do this to him after what they'd just shared! It was all just a lie...

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She had to be very careful. If she was caught sneaking into Mamoru's apartment as Sailor Moon, there would be hell to pay. But after leaving her so abruptly and then changing into Tuxedo Kamen to get away from her, Usagi just needed to face him. Why had he left? Did he care for her at all or was he just indulging in male urges on her body because he couldn't have the girl he really wanted?

Usagi was one very, very confused Senshi right then, but she had to find out why the jerk had changed their relationship so drastically, even after he'd found out that she wasn't Sailor Moon. He'd thought he had been kissing her alter-ego at first, but then after fighting and their tousle landing them in the trash, Mamoru had once again turned her world upside down by indulging in the most erotic encounter she'd ever felt in her young life.

Sailor Moon peered cautiously into the room of the balcony she occupied, then up and down the building, then across the way. Ami would have cried in happiness if she'd known just how guarded her friend, as Leader of the Senshi, was being in the circumstances.

Seeing that no one was around to see her de-transform, the Senshi put a hand to her golden broach and ribbons briefly surrounded her, before turning her back into the human girl. Her eyes blinked a little in apprehension as she gauged the distance from her balcony, to Mamoru's which was two over. Usagi looked down and turned pasty white at the height she found herself at. A high distance up and un-transformed! If she fell, she'd be dead.

Hands and feet tingling in fear, the blonde girl gingerly swung a leg over her balcony, then another till her feet were on the tiniest of edges behind the cold iron of the balcony's frame. Her fingers clung to the metal desperately before she got the courage to leap. Thankfully, her hands closed over the rail of the next balcony and the very edge of her left shoe caught the edge. Panting with terror, she hauled herself over the balustrade and fell onto it, trembling.

Oh god, she could have killed herself! And all to find out how Mamoru really felt about her, if he'd known all along that she was Sailor Moon and why he was Tuxedo Kamen.

It just made absolutely no sense to her that the jerk she fought with day to day was the same handsome stranger that rescued her in battle. They were so very different. And Tuxedo Kamen, Usagi had a lot of feelings for. A frightening amount, to be exact. Probably as much attraction and obsession that Mamoru had obviously had for Sailor Moon.

Forcing herself to her feet and belatedly glancing inside the next apartment to see if anyone had seen her graceless landing on their property, Usagi breathed a sigh of relief to see that the curtains were fully drawn. Even if someone was inside, they would not be able to see her.

It took a lot of courage to once again thrown herself onto the next terrace, which happened to be Mamoru's and to her surprise and disbelief, she fairly cleared the railing by a few feet. Finding herself sailing as light as a kite over Tuxedo Kamen's balcony, Usagi squeaked and somehow changed her trajectory by windmilling her arms and legs. The result was her falling like a stone in an ungraceful heap, with an almighty crashing noise.

Oh no! She hadn't even checked what Mamoru had over the rail and had smashed right into a growing garden of flowers. Usagi had landed on her target amongst broken pots, thorny roses and heap of soil.

"Oh damn, that really hurt!" The girl moaned, gingerly pulling herself from the ground. She winced as she saw her arm bleeding from dozens of tiny scratches. There was even a rose imbedded in her left leg. Usagi cried out as she pulled at it without thinking and the sharp thorns dug into her fingers. But she kept yanking and got the stem from her leg.

She stared at its bleeding and then shook her head. She'd received worse in battle and this could wait. It wasn't something that wouldn't heal very quickly with her increased powers of recuperation. Even de-transformed, she and the other Senshi healed fast.

Brushing dirt from her clothes and hair and moaning at the state of herself that would be greeting Mamoru-Tuxedo Kamen-Usagi stepped hesitantly up to the glass door and looked inside curiously. She noted the expensive interior and her brows rose. Mamoru must be absolutely loaded. And who would have thought it from that horrid green jacket that he always more. Well, not always; considering he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt today and she'd seen him in a stylish tuxedo.

But most importantly, there was no movement inside, which meant that Mamoru had not heard her crashing into his poor roses like a herd of elephants! Perhaps he was in bed or having a shower?

Cautiously, she pulled at the handle of the door and breathed a sigh of relief as the glass slid smoothly back into its hinges. The curtains were half over the door, leaving some of the room in darkness, but a lamp was on near the lounge, bathing the area with light. It hadn't even occurred to her that he might just have locked the balcony door behind him when he got home!

Usagi took a hesitant step inside the room and-

A gloved hand grabbed hers from behind the curtains and yanked her inside, her shoes hitting the glass of the door on the way. To her astonishment and horror, Tuxedo Kamen stood there, with fury in his blue eyes. He grabbed her other arm and held both over her head, her toes almost leaving the carpet.

What was going on?! Usagi was completely helpless and felt fear. Something was dreadfully wrong and it wasn't just that he was surprised or shocked to see her there, entering from the balcony. From the dark expression on his face, exposed by the white half-mask, Tuxedo Kamen was not pleased to see her at all.

He knew it was her, didn't he? The blonde was more than sure that Mamoru had recognized her, since the daylight was shining in on her face from the outside. She tried to swallow and felt that her throat had gone dry. And Usagi was feeling distinctly helpless in his cruel grasp of her wrists; she was sure that she would have bruises there. Perhaps it was the look of unbending anger and hardness reflected on his face that gave her a clue. Tuxedo Kamen was not happy to see her and in fact, looked as if he'd like to murder her on the spot!

"Who the hell are you really? What are you?" He demanded in a cold voice, looking into the panicked eyes of the girl he'd just recently been kissing like a complete fool. There was no way in hell that Usagi could have gotten up eight flights of an apartment building. No human could come up the outside. So there was only one explanation. And as much as it rended his heart to realize just what she was, after all they'd shared; Mamoru had the truth staring him right in the face. There was just no other explanation for her having followed himself so fast from the alley, or up the outside of the building which was inaccessible to a normal human, or even the glaring fact that he was actually Tuxedo Kamen and it was him she was certainly seeking.

Usagi was a Dark Kingdom spy.

To Be Continued...

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The next Chapter will be out tomorrow. I'm going to try and finish the last Chapter of this Seven Chapter Fanfic tonight. Yay! My second ever completed soirée into lemon-dom! *Giggles*

This Fanfic was a Challenge from the 'One Hour List'. What you do is pick a Challenge-which is posted daily by me-then a 'Couple' from the 'Destiny's Gateway Romance Fanfiction Archives', then you have an hour to write as much Fanfic as you can!:

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*Grin* In this case, the 'Couple' I chose was 'Usagi And Mamoru'. Here's URL to join the 'One Hour Challenge List'!:

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