Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Lost In Your Eyes ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

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LOST IN YOUR EYES

By Alyndrya

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Chapter Four

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"Ouch damn it!" She immediately screeched, in a lot of pain where her bare legs had been chaffed brutally against the ropes. And to her eternal mortification, because the ropes were still tight about her ankles, she was now sitting with her knees up to her head, panties and legs fully exposed.

Mamoru turned purple in the face, and keeled over, desperately gasping for breath. She'd killed him! The agony in his crotch was beyond description; especially because the blonde she-devil from hell had caught her knee not only in his balls, but a very erect member.

Usagi peered down at Tuxedo Kamen from between her legs and saw how much in distress he was. "Did it-hurt that much?" She faltered, blanching when the air was filled with sulphurous swear words.

"I'm...going...to..." He gasped and clenched his eyes shut as a fresh wave of agony hit him when he tried to get to his feet. "Kill...you!"

"Makoto said it'd stop rapists, but she didn't say it would cripple them for life!" The blonde wailed in equal distress. She'd just kneed the object of her affections painfully in the family jewels.

"Kill." The dark-haired man muttered over and over.

Usagi sat there with her legs around her ears and stared down at the man with trepidation. As soon as he could move, he was going to commit homicide. She quickly looked around the room for a mode of escape, but none presented itself. She did wonder briefly if saying her transformation words might free her from her bonds. There was a big light-show after all and she floated and stuff.

With this incoherent babbling going on in her head, she hardly noticed when Tuxedo Kamen finally staggered to his feet, briefly holding his hand over his pants and giving a grimace of pain. "Alright, that was it, you little shrew! The absolute final straw-"

"Hold it right there, jerk!" She did in her best Sailor Moon voice, trying to sound as authoritative as if she were addressing a Youma.

Tuxedo Kamen noticed and stopped dead, shock filling him. "You-you just sounded like-"

"Er-I watch her on the news a lot. And I umm-met her once. Yeah." Usagi stammered in fright, realising she'd given herself away in her haste to make him stop doing her any bodily harm. "And besides," She muttered sourly, "You think I'm a Dark Kingdom General, so I could do imitations, right?"

It hit him like a thunderbolt. "Is that what you did in the alley?" He snarled in rage, hands coming up to strangle her. "You tricked me into thinking you were Sailor Moon so I'd come into the alley."

The small girl stared at him like he was a lunatic. "And do what exactly?" She demanded. "You kissed me like a starving man before I could even blink!"

She had a point there, but it still remained that he had been tricked into that small, dank garbage heap. Usagi was right in thinking that he'd practically leapt upon her when he thought she was Sailor Moon, but for all he knew, that had been the point. "Nice try," He sneered, eyes darkening with fury. "But we both know what you are and we also both know that I have strong feelings for Sailor Moon."

Usagi fell silent, looking at him consideringly. Was he telling the truth or just saying another pack of lies. "You don't like m-Sailor Moon." She retorted, slapping her knees together to retain a modicum of modesty. It didn't help that her underwear was still visible. "You never even stick around to talk to her!"

"So, you've finally admitted that you're a Dark Kingdom spy," He said with triumph. "Spying on our battles were you? Well if you'd watched more, you'd have seen the attraction between us."

This was news to Usagi, who'd always thought that Tuxedo Kamen was cool towards her. Except for when he rescued her and held her in his arms that is. "Really?" She said disbelievingly. "'Cause it looked to me as if you were like an ice-cube, but for the saving her butt bit."

Tuxedo Kamen scowled at her and fell backwards onto the couch, rubbing absently at the front of his pants to try and ease the dull throb of pain. "You don't know what you're talking about," He informed her loftily, crossing his arms. "There's a lot of undercurrents to our relationship. She knows how I feel."

No she didn't! The blonde scowled back rather viciously. "She has no idea what you're talking about." Usagi informed him, using his exact same tone of high-and-mightiness.

"How the hell would you know?" He shouted, almost getting up from the couch to shake her shoulders roughly. Was Usagi right and he hadn't been clear enough with Sailor Moon on his feelings? Could she possibly be right when she said the heroine had no idea that he was attracted to her?

The girl watched the dark-haired man's face for a long moment, then sighed. "She had-has no idea, you know."

"Oh, are you giving me love advice now?" He said silkily. "And just from our little games, it makes you an expert?"

"Oh, and are you assuming you're the only guy I've fooled with?" She asked him sweetly, lying through her teeth. Usagi hoped fervently that he wouldn't call her on it. She didn't want him anywhere near her right now, the bastard. Trying to coerce her into giving him secret Senshi information by ravishing her?

His face immediately fell into fury and his mouth twisted. "I expected as much from you." Tuxedo Kamen said harshly. "How many people have you seduced for your Queen?"

"I-" Usagi, for all her bluffing, could not think of a single thing to say to that. What on earth did she know about seduction, after all? Mamoru had been her first kiss and...and other things.

The phone rang just then, invading the silence they had fallen into. It was a welcome relief from Mamoru's anger.

"Damn. Move and I'll put a rose through you." He swore softly, eyes deadly serious.

Tuxedo Kamen went into the kitchen and picked up the phone.

"Mamoru, how are you?" Motoki said cheerfully. "Reika and I wanted to know if you can come out to this new club with us tonight?"

The dark-haired man lowered his voice. "I can't tonight, Motoki. Something has-come up." He grimmaced and gripped the phone tighter. What an understatment!

The blonde girl listened carefully as he talked into the phone. He was out of her sight and blast him, Tuxedo Kamen was keeping his voice very quiet so that she couldn't hear anything. Usagi wondered briefly if it was Motoki, because she knew the two men to be best friends.

Maybe she should scream and get Motoki's attention? Tuxedo Kamen would be forced to let her go then.

But then the handsome hero's last words sank into her mind and she shuddered. He had been serious, she was sure, about the rose. Which meant that she had to take the chance that fate had given her a get out of there!

Swiftly, she looked around and then decided the best place would be down the hall in one of the bedrooms, or better yet the bathroom. She might be able to block the door with her weight, or even lock it using her nose.

Usagi experimentally began jumping up and down, testing her mobility. To her reief, she appeared to be able to jump a small distance. More like hopping than anything.

The blonde girl began to frantically hop away from the from the room, her movements muffled by the plush cream carpet. Her heart was going a mile a minute and she felt sweat breaking out on her forehead with the effort of jumping down the hall bound in that manner.

She had to get away from that maniac. He's was turning psycho on her! The blonde made great time across the living room and down the hall.

Usagi passed the bathroom, because she saw that the door was closed. There was no time for her to try and get that handle turned with whatever body part she might be able to use.

Usagi continued on down the hallway, curiosity getting the better of her despite the situation. She looked into the first open doorway and found a personal gym. So that was how he kept so in shape...although being Tuxedo Kamen was also good excersie. Hers was her hundred yard dash to school.

The golden-haired girl hopped awkwardly further down the hall, looking behind her for a furious Tuxedo Kamen. He would be back any minute and she still hadn't found a hiding space.

Tuxedo Kamen would never have expected her to make a get-away, all tied up like that!

Usagi ignored the rest of the doors and headed for the one directly down the end. The door was half-open and would be easy enough to close if she used her head to shove at it. It might have a lock. She swiftly hopped the last few paces and stopped dead just inside the room. Dismay and stunned incredulity filled her. It was Mamoru's bedroom! And-he was a stalker!

Covering every available surface were pictures, in both black and white and color, all sizes.

"Obsessed much?" She gaped around the room at the various pictures-all of her. Well, Sailor Moon. It was seriously creepy to see her face on so many surfaces, especially the large one of her kicking a Youma in the face, skirt up around her waist and hair flying about her. What on earth was all this!

"You're one to talk, Miss. thirty percent." A voice drawled from the doorway.

Heart leaping into her mouth in shock, Usagi spun awkwardly, gaping again at the cloaked hero leaning casually against the door-frame. "Excuse me?" She shouted. Had he just say what she thought that he had said? He had just given away the fact that he was Mamoru and knew her. Well, sort of.

"Er-" Tuxedo Kamen abruptly looked uncertain. Then his lips tightened angrily. He straightened, heading purposefully towards her. "Never mind that. How did you get in here?" He demanded.

The dark-haired man had returned from his phone call to find the blonde missing. After almost having heart failure and racing to the balcony to see if she'd leapt off and escaped, Tuxedo Kamen had noticed the very strange marks in his carpet. Marks from a chair, moving down the hallway like a trail of breadcrumbs. And although he had been relieved to see his captive hadn't escaped, he was horrified that she would see what was in his bedroom.

His one weakness, Sailor Moon.

Not even Motoki was aware of Mamoru's hobby of taking pictures of the blonde heroine at every battle. Not content to just meet her occasionally, he had wanted to take a memento. He had never even had a picture of his own family, but Mamoru had felt a desperate need to have one of the young girl he had grown to care for. Unfortunately, she had soon become somewhat of an obsession. And at night, sometimes when he woke from a dream of the Princess, he would fool himself into thinking that she was Sailor Moon.

Usagi, however, had taken the pictures the wrong way, as he knew she would. The expression in her blue eyes were betraying her and it was clear she thought him some sort of pervert stalker.

Usagi glared at him, carefully keeping herself facing him, while backing away slowly in an awkward shuffle. Her feet tentatively felt behind her, while she kept her eyes locked with his. As long as he didn't look down or realise what she was doing-she'd be fine. As it was though, her hero was furious. Again.

Usagi sighed. "I hopped in here!" She told him defiantly, trying to distract him from the content of the room. Someone who was that-enamoured of her alter-ego was someone to be extremely wary of. Chiba Mamoru had been hiding more than one secret!

Tuxedo Kamen's lips twitched, his face relaxing slightly, eyes amused. The blonde wasn't going to say anything further about his room, and that was for certain. In fact, he was pretty sure she was trying hard to block it all out. "Hopped?" He said incredulously, eyeing her hog-tied form. "You-are one weird girl." He noted.

"I'm weird?" She shrieked angrily, feet stumbling over a stray shoe on the floor. She straightened in her chair, and shuffled backwards again. He was not taking her back out there to do who knew what with her. "I'm not the weirdo-in an expensive tuxedo-that tied up an innocent girl in his lounge room!" Usagi argued, looking around for a weapon of sorts. But what could she really do with her hands and legs tied?

"Innocent? Oh please" Tuxedo Kamen snorted angrily, the mirth gone from his dark blue eyes. He walked towards her, purposefully again. "You're a spy for the Dark Kingdom! If that's innocent, then I'm the Queen of England!"

"Nice to meet you, your majesty!" Usagi shouted tauntingly, gritting her teeth. Why was he using the same corny lines and why was she forced to give the same repetitive answers? She rolled her eyes skywards, feeling somehow as if she were in the twilight zone.

"Mmm." Tuxedo Kamen murmured, lips involuntarily twitching again. The fact that they'd already been through this exact same scene hadn't escaped him.

He strode up to the startled blonde and leant down, picking her up-chair and all. Her silky head fell against his chest and he tried hard not to remember what they had been doing in that alley.

Usagi was a very resourceful girl, and he would need to be more careful around her. What bothered him the most was that she had not had the power to vanish as the other Generals did. She had not even called in reinforcements!

Her eyes popped wide and she struggled, held a few feet from the ground by his strong arms, as he turned and took her back into the lounge room. "Jeez! Who are you? Superman?" She muttered out-loud, impressed despite herself. Boy, he was really strong. She had never realized how much and was astonished.

"Now stay here, or I'll put you out onto the balcony." He told her curtly, lowering her with a surprising gentleness to the ground.

"Not the balcony! Birds will sit on me." Usagi cried, struggling violently in her ropes. She wasn't worried about birds...maybe bats! And it was going to get damned cold out there overnight. The blonde was already frantically wondering how she could contact her family to let them know she was alright.

"I said if." Tuxedo Kamen gritted through his teeth, glaring down at the blonde.

Usagi sniffed, falling still. "Oh."

She watched him cautiously as he again left the room, going into the large kitchen. Usagi heard several clangs and the sound of pouring water. She stared at him as he emerged from the kitchen, a steaming cup of-something, in one glove hand.

Tuxedo Kamen made his way past her-without a look-and sat comfortably on his couch, reaching for a magazine.

"Hello?" Usagi said sarcastically. "Tied up person, still here."

"And? Your point is?" Tuxedo Kamen said, with equal sarcasm. He looked up from his magazine, eyes staring at her with annoyance. He was going to sit there and pretend she didn't exist, knowing this was the best way to rile Usagi. She never could bear for him to pay no attention to her during an argument. It was a weakness he had no hesitation in exploiting.

"Is that coffee?" Usagi said suspiciously. "It's real bad for you, you know. And boy, do you remind me of someone!" She finished in a rush. There, let him make what he would of that. It gave her a perverse pleasure in hinting that she knew exactly who he was under that mask.

"Oh?" He said noncommittally. He stiffened slightly, but she noticed.

"Yeah." Usagi said, pleased to have Tuxedo Kamen's attention. "He's this jerky University guy called, Chiba Mamoru." She finished slyly.

"Really? A jerk, you say?" He murmured tightly, eyes narrowing.

Tuxedo Kamen's gloved hands tightened ominously about his cup, Usagi noted with delight. He looked angry. Which was good, because then he might get careless and she could make escape.

Usagi looked surreptitiously about the room for a weapon she might be able to cut herself lose from her bonds. Just a pair of scissors or a knife. She sighed under her breath when she didn't see anything handy. So, she could either transform and hope that her Sailor Moon strength could bust open the tight ropes, or she could perhaps hop again, in the direction of the kitchen this time, where there certainly would be sharp objects.

She mulled over that one for a few seconds, discarding the transformation idea. It would endanger her if their 'enemy' Tuxedo Kamen were to find out that she was Sailor Moon. Perversely, though she had gone there to reveal precisely that very matter, she no longer felt that way inclined because of the dark-haired man's cavalier manner towards her.

Did he honestly think she'd be so helpless if she was truly a Dark Kingdom spy? A General like Zoisite or Kunzite would have never even allowed themselves to be captured, let alone tied up.

"You were saying about the er-jerk?" Tuxedo Kamen prompted his hostage, seemingly unable to help needing to know exactly what she thought of his alter-ego, Chiba Mamoru. Whatever it was, it surely wouldn't be complimentary. Or would it be? He recalled their heated embrace in the dank alley and wondered if the blonde would bring that one up. Most likely not. She had no reason to, as she didn't know that Tuxedo Kamen was really Chiba Mamoru-he hoped.

The blonde girl suddenly recalled that she had been taunting Tuxedo Kamen about his civilian self and resumed blithely. "Yeah. He calls me Odango Atama." Usagi sniffed. "I hate that name!"

"Odango Atama? I like it. It fits" Tuxedo Kamen said, lips curving into a mocking smile. She was falling right into his trap. Now, if she got too annoyed to even know what she was saying, she might blurt out something.

The dark-haired man watched her closely, making sure to keep his taunting expression firmly on his face.

Usagi stared at him with some horror. She had walked right into his trap and now he was calling her that hated name in both his transformed form and the civilian one.

"Oh no," She said, aghast. "Don't you call me that, Tuxedo Kamen!" This was truly turning out to the the blonde's worst day ever. A nightmare really. Now both of them were going to call her that? That was all she needed, having him called her that hated name when he rescued her and when they bumped into each other on the street.

Usagi cursed under her breath fervently, wishing they had never met in that alley and that she had never followed him home. She had the absolute worst luck with men, and that was a fact. But this one had slid under her skin almost without her noticing. He had argued with her, kissed and touched her in places she would never have let another man within a mile of, and now he had her tied up in his apartment.

If it hadn't been for the Dark Kingdom Spy issue, she might have been flattered and not a little turned on.

The petite blonde couldn't help the flush that spread over her porcelain cheeks and turned her face away from him, hoping he hadn't noticed.

Oh, Tuxedo Kamen had noticed alright, and that soon became very apparent.

"Why?" He said smoothly, grinning at her. "Is it-because you have a major crush on me?" The man reached out a gloved finger and traced it with a torturous slowness along her heated cheek. "You never could hide your emotions very well, Usagi." He purred, eyes glinting with desire. His eyes went to her lips as she wet them nervously.

That same finger ran down her skin to the racing pulse in neck. "Your heart is going a mile a minute. Are you saying that you don't feel anything for me?" Tuxedo Kamen whispered silkily, obviously tempted to move his hand even lower. His gloved hand hovered over her skin, then drew back and rested in his lap. No, she was tempting, but that was probably the point.

He wondered, for the first time, if the Dark Kingdom knew of his dream Princess and knew he had a weakness for long golden hair. Sailor Moon also had that beautiful hair, so most likely, Queen Beryl had ordered this girl to look faintly like her.

Had Usagi been caught by him deliberately? Tuxedo Kamen's breath caught in shock. What if the girl had wanted to be captured? What if this was a plot of some kind and he had fallen right into the trap?

Usagi shrieked in outrage, unable to control herself. How dare he touch her that way, as if he owned her? The horrible thing was that if he had captured her only the day before, her feelings towards him would have been very predictable and entirely different. And curse her betraying body; it was her young age that was the trouble and her lack of experience with the opposite sex.

Well, she would not be giving him the satisfaction of a verbal confirmation, even if her body had turned on her. She began rocking in her chair furiously, wanting to be free and slap his smug face. "I do not have a crush on you!" She cried out, glaring at him with open dislike.

"Lower the decibel's, Odango!" Tuxedo Kamen shouted, with a seemingly automatic response. As soon as he had, he knew he'd made a dreadful mistake. Good god, the blonde had riled him up so far that he'd just revealed his identity as Chiba Mamoru to her.

Usagi fell silent as if she'd been gagged, gawking at him. He'd actually slipped up and revealed who he was to her. Was that very admirable or just plain dumb? In any case, this was something she had to respond to swiftly and convincingly. If the blonde had not been aware of his secret identity, that one word of Chiba Mamoru's hated pet name for her would have revealed it all.

"No way!" She shouted, staring at him with what she hoped was a good imitation of incredulity. "This is not happening. You creep! You absolute jerk!" Usagi raged at him, inching her emotions upwards with all that had happened to her that day. Just recalling the manner in which he had treated her in thinking she was a spy for the enemy was fodder enough, but when she remembered the way he had been treating her in that alley with such a seductive and tender manner, made her eyes flaming with rage.

If he thought he could toy with her emotions and her mind, he had another thing coming. Mamoru was going to regret the very day he had been born when she was done with him.

"Just wait until I get out of here." She said in an ominously-quiet tone, eyes flaming with fury.

Tuxedo Kamen almost threw his cup of coffee from him. It smashed into a wall, the liquid splattering all over the pristine whiteness.

"Damn it!" He snarled, leaping to his feet. He strode over to Usagi's tied form, leaning his face in close to glare into her angry eyes. "I knew this was a bad idea! You just had to follow me, didn't you, Odango Atama?" He roared into her face.

It was all her fault, this mess. If only she had been a normal girl, they could have gone on as usual with their encounters and maybe eventually had a relationship when she got older. But this! He had just been an absolute fool. The Dark Kingdom now knew exactly who he was and could target him in civilian form.

A very brief, disturbing thought crossed his mind, instantly squelched. He couldn't kill her any more than he could hurt another human being, even if she was a Dark Kingdom Youma or General.

What the hell did he have to be angry about! He had kidnapped her, not the other way around. And tried to use his charms on her to reveal her secrets of the Dark Kingdom. Would he have been surprised to find out just how much she had learnt by being Sailor Moon? Tuxedo Kamen might have turned up to each battle in time to save her, but it was Sailor Moon who often went undercover to find out what Youma was stealing energy in a human form. And who had known Jaedite and Nephlyte better than herself?

"Untie me, Mamoru! How dare you pretend to be Tuxedo Kamen?" She said furiously, blue eyes narrowed on his face. Without a doubt, if she'd been free, his eye would now be sporting a nice big bruise. No one toyed with her emotions like that. And it hurt that much more that it had been the man she had been crushing on for months.

He was really going to reveal his identity to her?

Tuxedo Kamen didn't know it yet, but his intelligence had just dropped a meter in her estimation. Here, she'd put up with his flirtations, anger and enjoyment in keeping her captive, and all without revealing her superhero existence. And Mamoru, the idiot, got angry at her and practically blurted it out!

Usagi eyed him dubiously, as his eyes blazed at her.

The blonde bit her lip, struggling to keep her feelings in check. She had to pretend that she didn't believe Mamoru was Tuxedo Kamen now. It was the only way to keep her and the other Senshi safe. Though his intentions had been somewhat honourable in capturing her and trying to find out what she knew of the Dark Kingdom, his methods had not been.

"Pretend? You obviously do have Odango for brains." He said in total exasperation, hands resting on the arms of her chair. Their faces were centimetres apart. "I am, Tuxedo Kamen!"

What on earth was he doing? She hadn't believed he was Mamoru and he was trying to tell it was true. This was his chance to prove her suspicions wrong-so why did he feel so insulted? Usagi was so obviously in scorn that Tuxedo Kamen was her arch-enemy that it infuriated him quite out of reason. She thought that he wasn't good enough to be that superhero?

"There is absolutely no way you're him." The blonde gritted back through her teeth. Once again, Tuxedo Kamen was looming over her like some corny villain. Did he honestly think she'd be cowed by the very visage she'd fallen for?

No...not fallen for. She wasn't in love with him, but she did have very strong feelings that could have one day gone deeper. But not after this fiasco. Once she got free and taught him a lesson, Usagi would be avoiding one annoying upperclassman as if he had the plague.

Since Usagi was still so effectively hog-tied and he was avoiding her raised knees, she only had one option open to her. Wincing, the blonde braced herself and smashed her forehead into his chin. To her satisfaction, though it had hurt like hell, she heard the snap of his jaw. Tuxedo Kamen reeled back, clutching at his chin and spewing some impressive curses out at her.

"You little brat!" He yelped in pain, opening his mouth and tentatively touching his tongue. He looked daggers at her, then reached up and wrenched the white half-mask from his face. "Is this enough proof for you, you little hellcat?" The handsome man demanded, features revealed to her clearly as Mamoru. His fingers cradled his jaw again. Damn, she had hit him really hard.

He decided to stay transformed in case the blonde had backup coming. Perhaps when she didn't report back? The upperclassman toyed with the white mask and then tossed it onto the side table.

For a brief moment, the blonde had wondered if she'd broken his jaw, but thankfully it was probably only badly bruised. It would look all sorts of pretty colors by that time tomorrow.

Usagi been expecting it, but still, seeing Mamoru's face beneath the mask made her feel faint. She sank back, sighing deeply. Everything would change now. She had seen him transform from Mamoru into Tuxedo Kamen, but until he had removed that mask from his familiar face, it had felt as if she'd been punched in the stomach.

Anger and pain had forced him to reveal his secret identity to herself, and Usagi felt bad about that. It should not have happened this way...

"It really is you." She whispered, using the shock she was truly feeling at that moment to booster the impression that she had never known that he was really her nemesis. Perhaps she would never tell the upperclassman that she had known from earlier that afternoon. It was better that way.

"Right, Odango. You win a car." He said sarcastically. Mamoru threw the mask onto the couch, fulminating.

What devil had made him do such an utterly idiotic thing? Usagi and the Dark Kingdom now knew exactly who he was and he was probably a dead man. He couldn't keep the blonde a prisoner forever and once he let her go, she would be reporting back to her mistress Queen Beryl.

"I'm a stupid idiot!" He berated himself, covering his face with his hands. His shoulders were stiff as boards and he frantically tried to think of a way to fix the situation. The blonde was dangerous-but then, so was he.

Mamoru had to do something to keep her quiet, but what?

 

 

 

 

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