Le Lapin Le Plus Rose (The Pinkest Bunny)
Written by: Neeko

An Usagi/Mamoru first season romance, with a twist. I decided to take the Black Moon Arc and smoosh it into the Dark Kingdom arc. Chibi Usa goes to the past like planned, but arrives a year too early, and ends up where Usagi and Mamoru aren't even together! She brings the two closer together without even knowing that they are her parents! Of course, Prince Demand figures this out the fact that his Neo Queen Serenity has not been matched up with her future husband, and uses this to his advantage. The plot thickens when the Black Moon Clan collides with the Dark Kingdom, and utter utter mayhem!

This fanfic is based on the Live Action version of Sailormoon, aka, Pretty Guardian Sailormoon. It takes place after Act 7, where Mamoru has figured out Usagi's identity. If you haven't seen PGSM, I suggest you do before reading this fanfic, because although you may get some things, a lot of other things may confuse you. I wanted to base it on the LA version because I'm more familiar with it than the manga. However, since PGSM is not finished, the whole deal with the Black Moon Clan will be based mostly on the manga. Yes, that is why Usagi and Chibi Usa's hair is BLACK, and Mamoru's is BROWN. Because that's what it is in the Pretty Guardian Sailormoon show, which is what the fanfic is based on. I thought I had made myself clear about it, but I guess people missed it.

Kobuta means "Little pig". It was what Mamoru called Usagi when reading her name.

Thanks sjpl for letting me know about the whole car thing. I've changed the fact that Mamoru has a car to a bike, because in this fanfic Mamoru is 17, and Usagi is 14.

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Chapter 1: A Walk in the Rain
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"You're kidding. You've got to be kidding me."

"What? What's wrong?"

"This. This is what's wrong. You actually expect me to wear this?"

"What's wrong with it? I wear it everyday, and I think it looks fine."

Chiba Mamoru stared down at the red apron that his friend Furuhata Motoki handed to him. Looking up at Motoki, then down at the apron, then back at Motoki, he said, "I don't mind the red apron." Grabbing it in his hand, Mamoru turned it over and threw it back at him. "But why does there have to be a huge turtle on the front?!" Motoki looked down at the bright and sparkly green turtle and smiled.

Disappointed at Mamoru's lack of interest in the turtles, Motoki held the sacred apron close to him. "Because turtles are cute!" Motoki reasoned. Mamoru folded his arms and shook his head. "Besides, Kamekichi-kun would love it. Wouldn't you Kamekichi-kun?" he asked his turtle, who did nothing but mope about in his fish tank. "Now put it on and stop complaining. You promised me you'd do this for me, remember?"

"Just give me a normal apron, please." Mamoru pleaded. How did he even get himself into this mess? 'Oh, I remember how that conversation went. 'Hey Mamoru? Remember when I got my mom to sew your Tuxedo? Well, I have a favour to ask you.' 'Sure, Motoki!' Is what I said. Sure, anything you want, ol' friend.'' Little did he know, Motoki meant for him to help him out at the Crown Karaoke. All that there was to do for him was stand there, monitor the booth machines, write down hours and watch Motoki talk to his turtle like some crazy lunatic.

Mamoru rolled his eyes as Motoki gently placed the apron on him. He smiled proudly, and patted his shoulder. "Now Mamoru, I'll show you how to record the times and prices. See, every time a customer comes in, you tally the hours here, and..." Completely zoning his friend out, Mamoru placed his weary chin in his palm and stared down at the chart in front of him. This made it official. He was Motoki's bitch. He looked down at his sparkly green turtle on his chest and rolled his eyes. 'This was going to be a long day.'

"You better go write this down. Could be too much to remember. Do you have a pen?" he asked. Mamoru dug his hand into his jacket pocket to pull out a pen, but instead he got something else.

A pink and white heart filled handkerchief.

[ "Tuxedo Kamen, wait!"

He spun around at the call of his name, cape fluttering behind him. His eyes widened behind his white mask as Sailormoon ran towards him. She looked down when she was close enough to him, trying to hide the blush that was desperately trying to escape. She grabbed his wrist, and held it up. Pulling out a pink handkerchief from her pocket, she carefully tied it around the wound on his hand that he got from trying to save her.

He smiled sweetly at her. "Thank you."

Again, with the flustered look. Sailormoon looked to the side, and smiled. "No, it's fine. You got hurt because of me, and I'm sorry." To his surprise, she turned her head and looked him straight in the eye. "Can I ask you something? Why do you always save me?"

Not knowing the answer himself, Tuxedo Kamen turned away. "Good question," he replied. "I don't even know, myself..." ]

Why did he always save her? Mamoru didn't know why. It was like a calling. Something drew him towards her. Something inside of him wanted to save her, wanted to protect her, wanted to make sure she was alright. Make sure she was happy, and smiling. 'I don't even know who she is... and I want to protect her?' He thought to himself.

He remembered the feeling of her gloved hands wrapping the handkerchief around his hand. He watched her with the most amused look on his face. Such a delicate creature, spending her time and effort to make sure he was okay. How odd, that after she placed the handkerchief on, the pain that jabbed at his hand seemed to disappear. The look on her face when he smiled at her made him feel strange inside. He wanted to see her smile more...

"Did you get a pen?" Motoki asked. Mamoru shook his head out of his daze. "Hey, what's that?"

"This?" Without even showing it to the turtle loving freak, he placed it back into his pocket. "Just something I found." Not catching the suspicious look his friend just gave him, Mamoru pointed down at the chart. "So, I put the times there?"

Cutting Motoki off, the automatic entrance doors opened with a warming shwooom. Mamoru didn't even bother to look up, but for Motoki, it was an instinct. Before Motoki could even say a word, the person who walked through did it for him. "Ehhh?! Why are YOU here?!"

The familiar voice rang through his mind, and Mamoru's eyes looked up and widened.

"Hey, Usagi-chan!" Motoki greeted. "You remember my friend Chiba Mamoru, ne?"

Mamoru looked up again, his eyes locking in with the raven haired odango girl, remembering their last encounter.

[ Eyes narrowing into tiny slits at the taller chestnut haired man, Usagi protested. "You left Mako-chan? That's so low to leave a girl alone like that!"

Mamoru glared at her with equal anger. "I'd rather do that then abandon the guy I like."

Knowing he had struck a nerve, Usagi's eyes widened with surprise. "What?! That's NONE of your business!" With that, she turned away, and Mamoru's hand instantly shot out to grab her and stop her from leaving. Holding onto the cotton handkerchief, he hesitated, knowing that if one of them let go of it accidentally, they'd be lost forever in this maze. Instead, he reached up and grabbed her by the wrist.

"What are you doing?!" she asked. Her voice wavered, as if she was confused.

"I can't stand to be separated again..." And with that, he turned around and gently dragged her through the maze, trying to find the exit. ]

He remembered the look on her face when he grabbed her hand. A mix of confusion with excitement, which was exactly what he was feeling. He was definitely not expecting that electrical shock when he grabbed her hand, and he sure as hell wasn't expecting that feeling in the gut of his stomach when he touched her. Not to mention his heart was beating like crazy. How could a person like her bring out all these sensations? He frowned. This was Tsukino Usagi. She was a stupid, annoying, bratty, childish girl, and....

[ Somehow managing to lose her grasp, Mamoru looked around desperately for her. "Oi! Kobuta! Where are you?" He rounded the corner, and a relieved smile placed upon his face when he saw her. Running up towards her, he was disappointed when it was only a reflection. "Kobuta! Where are you?"

"Moon Prism Power, Make up!"

Hearing that phrase, Mamoru's eyes grew huge when he watched as in a flash of pink and red ribbons, the Pretty Suited Sailor Soldier, Sailormoon took the place of Usagi. 'It can't be... she's... she's...' ]

...Sailormoon. He would never forget the moment he saw her transform. His entire vision of the annoying rabbit changed. Sailormoon, the strong soldier of the moon, was also Tsukino Usagi? No longer was she annoying, bratty and childish. He didn't know what she was anymore, but it definitely wasn't one of those qualities. Both of these women who could make his heart go pitter patter at the speed of a freight train, were actually the same person? It was confusing. His view of Usagi was changing entirely, into which direction, he was afraid to find out.

He took a quick glance at Motoki, whose mouth couldn't be any more open. The boy was in love. Ever since that time at the amusement park, he had fallen in love with her. It seemed like Usagi was interested in him too, but after that day, she blew him off completely. That was another reason why he was afraid to find out what those feelings were. Motoki was his best friend. If those feelings were what he thought they were.. he couldn't do that to his best friend. He couldn't...

Her eyes drew him in. He couldn't look away. It was like staring into two endless oceans. Her expression was unreadable. It was like she was as confused as he was. With all his will power, Mamoru looked back down at the chart, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

"Mamoru's helping me out since he owed me a favour." Motoki replied.

Sighing, Mamoru tried to appear bored, and wanting her to leave so he wouldn't have to deal with these confusing feelings. "How many hours would you like to stay?" he asked, not even bothering to look up at her.

"Usagi gets in free because of her one-year pass. Same with her friends, so don't worry about them. Ne, Usagi-chan?" Motoki explained, while smiling at her. Mamoru stole another glance at the rabbit, just in time to catch the glance she took at him. Knowing she had been caught, she looked at Motoki and smiled.

"I'm going to go in now! Bye!"

"Bye, Usagi-chan! Come call me if you need any--" But Usagi was gone the moment she said bye. Mamoru frowned at his friend and shook his head. Tapping the eraser edge of the pencil on the counter, he looked up at Motoki and gave him a sly grin. Motoki looked down at him, catching his sly grin. "What?" he asked, looking away, trying to hide the blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"You like her, don't you?" Motoki's mouth fell open as he stared at Mamoru in shock and disbelief. "I know you do. Don't bother denying it. Any fool could see that you like her."

Folding his arms, Motoki looked away again. "So what if I do? She's not interested, anymore, at least. I thought maybe I had a chance with her, but it seems like she changed her mind."

'So the guy isn't as dumb as I thought.' Still grinning, Mamoru focused on the sheet in front of him. "Ahh, really? I thought she was interested in you too." Somewhere in Mamoru's heart, he was feeling happy. He didn't know why, but he knew he did, and it was wrong. "I wish you the best, Motoki."

"Do you really?" he asked, voice becoming cold. Mamoru looked at him and gave him a puzzled look.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. Motoki glanced at him once, and shook his head.

"Nothing." Mamoru looked at his friend and sighed. Maybe Motoki knew more about this situation then he did...

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[ doki, doki, doki, doki... ]

Closing the secret door to their hideout below the karaoke building, Usagi clutched her chest, and began to breathe heavily. Her heart was beating like there was no tomorrow! 'It's all because of that stupid Mamoru-jerk.' Why would her heart beat a million times in one second over a heartless guy like him? A thorn in her side since the moment they first met. He was the rudest guy she had ever met. Insulting her the moment he laid his eyes on her!

She began to blush when she recalled that time in the amusement park. When he grabbed her hand, her heart began to beat so incredibly fast. She was surprised at this feeling, which is what she felt when she was around Tuxedo Kamen. Biting down on her lip, Usagi mentally groaned and pulled at her hair. 'Why does this have to be so confusing?!?!?!' She screamed at herself. 'That jerk is supposed to be someone I hate, not giving me mixed feelings and making my heart beat so fast!'

"Enough!" she exclaimed, storming down the stairs, to the white table in the middle of the room. Luna poked her head out from the book she was reading, and tilted her head.

"What's wrong, Usagi-chan?"

"Him! That's the problem. Acting all arrogant, and cocky! What's his problem, anyways? Why does he have to be such a jerk?!" Usagi ranted, pulling out a chair roughly and plopping herself down. 'Why'd he have to make me feel that way? And why does he have to be so damn good looking?!!' She asked herself, throwing her chin onto her palm. She thought Mamoru was so cute when she first met him, but the moment those words came out of his mouth, an undying hatred for him began to grow at the pit of her stomach.

Luna eyed her suspiciously. "Who?"

"Chi-ba Ma-mo-ru. Stupid jerk. Too bad I can't use my powers on him. I'd make him disappear from this world forever! Hah!" She imagined herself as Sailormoon, throwing her tiara at him, and watching it bind around him, throwing him to the floor, unable to get out. Snickering to herself, Usagi glanced at Luna who was shaking her head. "Whaaat?"

"Nothing."

The cat was a horrible liar. Usagi squinted at her suspiciously. "Luna..."

"Well..." Luna started. "It's just... it's so painfully obvious you're attracted to this guy! You're just using these 'hatred' feelings as an excuse," Luna replied. The moment that last word escaped her lips, she felt herself being catapulted off the table. Usagi slammed her hands onto the top of the table a bit too hard, toppling the table over, throwing Luna off.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?!" Usagi screeched. "ME?! Like... like... him?! That stupid, heartless, mean, arrogant, jerk of all jerks, who should be locked away in the farthest oceans for all eternity?!" She grabbed Luna as she was trying to get back up on the table, and began to shake the helpless plushy. "You're KIDDING, right?!! RIGHT?!"

"HAI, HAI!" Luna screamed at her. Usagi released her, and dropped her on the table. Rubbing her dizzy head, Luna glared at Usagi. "Don't get worked up if it isn't true."

"It's NOT!" She shot back. It couldn't be. Her, in love with Chiba Mamoru? That was impossible. It couldn't be done. There was no way in hell. Sure she had these doki doki moments, and sure when she looked into his eyes she felt so warm, and happy, and sure he was gorgeous as hell, and sure sometimes he could be sweet, but that did NOT mean she was in love with him. Or liking. Or of the sort. None. Nope. Nadda.

"Hai, hai. Anyways Usagi-chan, I'm going to go look around and get some information. Are you going home?" The plushie asked, hopping off the table. Usagi shook her head, and pulled her bag onto the table.

"No way. Not with that jerk out there. I'll do my homework here until he leaves." Usagi looked at Luna and caught that sly grin she gave her. Glaring at her, Usagi threw her jacket at the feline, who jumped out of the way and left. "Stupid cat. Go and lose your stuffing, or something," Usagi muttered to herself. The nerve of that cat! She was as worse as Mamoru...

Pulling on her hair again, she screamed. 'Stop thinking of him!!!'

Grabbing her English notebook from her bag, she threw it in front of her and opened it. Staring down at the words, Usagi squinted at all the English letters. "Teiku... atto..." Scratching her head, she made another attempt to concentrate on the oh so difficult world of English, but no success. Dropping her head to the table, Usagi whimpered. "Mouu.. why does English have to be so hard?" Shaking her head, she tossed her English aside. "Who needs English? Like I'll ever go to America! Let's see, what else... science! Gotta love science!"

Getting her textbook out of her bag, she opened it to the chapter they were on, and stared down at the words in front of her. "The Periodic Table is organized by the number of protons each element has..." Squinting at a few unreadable Kanji, Usagi skipped to the next lines and continued. Realizing that there were a lot of unreadable kanji, Usagi sighed. "This is pointless." Geting up from her seat, Usagi made her way towards the couch. "Who needs studying? I think a good nap will refresh me! Maybe it'll bring down this anger a notch..." Usagi plopped herself onto it, and laid back on the comfortable cushions. "Yeah, this is what I need, a good nice sleep."

Usagi closed her eyes and awaited the sleep to take over her. Hopefully when she woke up Mamoru wouldn't be up there...

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"Mamoru, I have to leave early. Is it okay if you clean up and lock the place up?" Motoki asked, looking at his friend. Mamoru hesitated, wondering if he wanted to stay and do that. Remembering that this was an owed favour to him, Mamoru unwillingly agreed. "Thanks. If Usagi-chan is still here, make sure she has someone to pick her up, okay?"

Although he tried not to look surprised, Mamoru was filled with alarm. "You didn't see her leave?" he asked as calmly as he could.

"Well, she's not in any of the rooms, so I thought maybe she went home when we weren't looking. Just make sure, okay?" Mamoru nodded at him, and Motoki smiled back. "Thanks Mamoru. I can always depend on you. See you tomorrow!" With Kamekichi in a safe box under his arm, he made his way towards the automatic doors. "Damn, it's raining hard. Make sure you bring an umbrella. There's one in the back." With a small wave, Motoki placed on his hood, and ran out the door.

Mamoru sighed, the ill silence creeping him out. No one was interested in some late karaoke? Looking at the clock, he frowned when it said 10PM. '30 minutes until closing.' He found it odd that Usagi still hadn't left. He had been watching the entrance all day, and there was no way she could have left. 'Maybe she's avoiding me?' Why would he care, anyways? 'She can avoid me all she wants. I don't care....' He told himself.

"Kobuta-chan..." he whispered, smirking at the little nickname he had given her that day. Peering down the halls of the karaoke booths, he frowned. 'Are you still in there?'

Returning back to his homework, Mamoru mindlessly began to answer the questions on his sheet. After 5 minutes of dead silence, Mamoru jumped when a high pitched scream attacked his ears. He looked up only in time to see Usagi running through the halls, with the most alarmed and scared face. When she ran up to the counter, Mamoru reached over and grabbed her by the wrist. "Oi! Daijoubou ka?"

His answer was a slap to the face.

"Omigosh!!! Mamoru-baka! I'm so sorry!!" Usagi gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. She actually slapped Mamoru!! It felt good... but she didn't mean to! Placing a hand on his cheek, Mamoru rubbed it as an awful pain surged through his right cheek.

"What the hell was that for?!! Don't call me 'Mamoru-baka' after you slapped me like that."

"Gomen, you just startled me." She reached out and gently wrapped her fingers around his wrist, pulling it away from his face. She squinted at the red mark on his face and frowned. "Is it bad?"

Trying to ignore the tingly feelings he was feeling on his wrist, he tried answer her question. "N-n-no..." He spat out. 'Damnit Mamoru, pull yourself together.' Yanking his wrist away, Mamoru looked down and sighed. "It'll be fine. Be careful next time, Kobuta."

Glaring at him, she was about to dignify that with a witty response, but after what she had just did, she let it slide. "Usagi," she corrected, as nicely as she could. Mamoru stole another glance at her, and rolled his eyes at her.

"Whatever. It doesn't matter to me. What were you doing in there, anyways? I couldn't even hear the music."

Usagi flinched slightly at the question. 'The truth is: I fell asleep in a secret room underneath that you don't know about. The one year pass? Fake. Don't know how Motoki fell for it since he practically OWNS this place, but still...' Coughing, Usagi spun around, hoping to hide the lies that escaped out her face. "Well, I fell asleep. My friend was supposed to come, but guess she didn't show up!" Turning back around, she gave him a smile. "Anyways, I'm going to go. Sorry about the slap!"

Before she even got past three steps, Mamoru grabbed her wrist again. Usagi closed her eyes and soaked in the feeling of his warm hand around her wrist. Shaking her head, she screamed at herself, 'No! No good feelings, bad feelings. Bad, icky feelings.' Letting go of her wrist, much to her disappoint, Usagi turned around and looked at him. "What?"

Motioning his head towards the door, Mamoru looked at her puzzlingly. "How do you intend to go home? Look outside Kobuta. It's raining. And I think I hear thunder. There's no way I'm going to let you go home in that." Usagi gulped, a warm sensation flushing across her cheeks.

'He's worried about me?'

Mamoru's eyes met hers for a moment before he looked away. "Because Motoki would kill me if I let you do that," he fibbed, and looked down at his sheets. "Just wait half an hour and I'll walk you home."

A little disappointed at what he said before, Usagi placed a hand on her hip. "And how do YOU intend to get home?"

Shrugging, Mamoru didn't even look up at her. "Normally I'd ride home, but I came here with Motoki. I'll just bus home."

"Why can't I just bus home?" Somehow the thought of him knowing where she lived was somewhat frightening. A little exciting, though. 'No, no exciting!' She argued with herself.

"Because, Kobuta, do you know how to bus home?" he asked. Usagi remained silent, and looked away. "Phone your parents and say you'll be home soon," he suggested. Why was he offering to do this, anyways? It was worse enough that she was confusing the hell out of him, but he couldn't just let her go home alone. Sailormoon or not, he still had this urge to protect her. Maybe it was the Tuxedo Kamen inside of him, but somewhere he didn't want anything to happen to her.

Usagi sighed, and held out her hand. Mamoru looked up at her confused. "Phone." She ordered. Mamoru grabbed the phone, and handed it to her. Since the phone was too far to dial, Usagi leaned over the counter, closer to Mamoru. He could feel the warmth of her body mixing with his. He stared down at her face, mesmerized by every detail. The way her jaw line was shaped, how small her nose was, just how pretty her eyes were... While dialing, Usagi's eyes met with his, and soon she found herself trapped in his gaze. There was no way out.

There were so many things he could do, he surprisingly wanted to do, but he couldn't. It wasn't right. This was Usagi! Annoying girl. And Sailormoon. And someone who he just wanted to hold in his arms and--

He shook his head, and backed away. Things were so much more simpler when they argued. "I'm gonna clean up. We'll leave at 10:30, Kobuta."

Still not recovered from the heat of the moment, Usagi coughed and looked away. "U-Sa-Gi! Get it right, jerk."

Mamoru turned away and smirked to himself. Yeah. Things were so much easier like this.

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After the last minute touches, Mamoru locked the doors to the Crown Karaoke. Pulling out the umbrella from under his arm, he opened it and sweat dropped. Who would have thought the umbrella Motoki left him was an umbrella covered with turtles? Shaking his head, he held the umbrella partly over his head. "Well?"

Usagi hesitated. Was it really safe to be so close to him? Part of her wanted to find out, but the other just wanted to run away and never come back. Swallowing the last of her fears, she stepped up towards him, and went under the umbrella. "Motoki's?" She asked, a little amused. Mamoru shrugged.

"Guess so. Lead the way, Kobuta."

"U-Sa-Gi! Get it right, baka."

Stepping away from the covering of the building, Mamoru and Usagi began to walk side by side, huddling close together since the umbrella was so small. The feeling of her warmth was like a drug to him. Slowly intoxicating him, and urging him to want more of it. 'How are you doing this to me, little piggy?' He found himself staring at her for the longest time, until she looked back up at him. Looking away, Mamoru glanced at his other side and sighed. "It's raining pretty hard. I'm still getting wet."

"Y'know, I don't know if I feel comfortable with you knowing where I live. I hardly enough know you." Usagi stated. Mamoru turned his head back at her, eyes narrowing.

"What am I going to do? Stalk you? Why would I waste my time doing that? I hardly think you're stalking material."

Somewhat offended by that weird comment, Usagi glared back at him, deliberately pulling on the umbrella to cover her more. "I'm stalking material! I have tons of guys stalking me as of this very minute!"

Mamoru looked around and smirked. "Unless these guys are invisible, I think you're full of yourself."

"Whaaaaaaaaat??!!" Usagi screeched, halting in her steps. Who does this guy think he is?!! "I'm full of myself?! Look whose talking! You're Mr. Arrogant himself!" Eyes narrowing down at her, Mamoru rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. At least I'm not going to a cram school for little kids."

"My MOM signed me up for that!!"

"Well she wouldn't have if she had a reason to, would she?"

Clenching her fist, Usagi gave him a hard glare. "Jerk! I don't need you to walk me. I'm in more danger when I'm around you!"

Rolling his eyes, Mamoru remained stern as he looked at her. "The same goes for me."

"Fine! Go home!"

Without a reply, Mamoru turned on his heal and began to walk in the opposite direction. Soon the raindrops that were once prevented by the turtle umbrella were falling onto Usagi, soaking everything they touched. She hesitated, wondering if she really needed to run after him. She knew if she went home like a wet rat, her mother would kill her. Groaning in defeat, she hung her head. "Mamoru," she called, regretting each moment. With the most arrogant smirk on his face, Mamoru turned around and faced her.

"Kobuta."

Seething through her teeth, Usagi let that pass. "Please walk me home."

"Whatever you say, Kobuta."

"U-SA-GI!"

Finally reaching the Tsukino household, Usagi rang her doorbell as Mamoru began to ring out his umbrella. "So, this is where you live. Now I know where to tell all those guys who are stalking you to go," he joked. Usagi rolled her eyes.

"You're so lame." The door swung open with her little brother standing in the doorway, un-amused. He looked up at her, then at Mamoru, and turned back to call at his parents.

"Mama. Usagi was out with her boyfriend, but she's back now."

"Baka!!" Usagi screamed and shoved her brother out of the doorway. Stepping in, she called to her mom. "Mama! Shingo's a liar!" Turning around, she looked at Mamoru, who kept that cool and stern look he was so well known for. "I guess you're gonna bus now?"

Shrugging, Mamoru opened his umbrella again. "Maybe."

"Why don't you phone your parents? They could probably pick you up." Usagi watched as Mamoru's face filled with a kind of pain and remorse. Raising an eyebrow, she wondered if she had said something wrong. Mamoru looked at her and shook his head.

"I'm fine. Ja ne, Kobuta."

"U-SA-GI," she corrected. Mamoru nodded, and turned around and began to walk away. "Mamoru-baka?" she called. He turned his head and looked at her. "Thanks... for walking me home. Even if you were being a jerk," she added, giving him one final glare. "But, thank you. I appreciate it."

And at that moment, Mamoru did something that she thought she would never see. His lips widened as a smile formed. Usagi felt her whole face flush red when she saw it. 'Mamoru, smiling??' It was a gorgeous smile. She could have stared at him for so long if he hadn't turned
around and walked away.

[ dokidokidoki... ]

"Damn heart," she muttered, and closed the door behind her. Sighing, she pushed herself off the door and began to walk towards her mother. "Mama! Are you home?"

"Usagi!" Ikuko sternly called. "I'm so disappointed in you!!"

She gulped. "Mama, I'm sorry, I fell asleep at the karaoke and--"

"I don't care about that. What I DO care about is that you didn't bother to bring your little sister with you!!"

Eyes widening into two huge circles, Usagi's jaw almost dropped to the ground with a thud. "Ehh?! Sister?!!" Last time she checked, she never had a sister. Was her mom okay? "Mama, are you--"

"Baka-Usagi!" A young voice called at her and interrupted her. She sounded so young, as if she was 7 years old. "I can't believe you forgot me. You were supposed to bring me out today." Usagi slowly turned her head, and gasped when a little black haired child stood behind her. "What kind of older sister are you?!"

Ikuko shook her head at Usagi and patted her on the shoulder. "Just don't forget next time, or I will punish you!" she exclaimed, flicking her on the nose. "Now both of you go upstairs and brush! Usagi, take Usagi-chan with you."

Usagi looked down at the kid in front of her. Dark black hair like hers, it was also designed in the same fashion: two ponytails, but they weren't as long as hers. When Ikuko and Shingo left the room, the girl's eyes narrowed down at her, sending shivers down her spine. Pulling out a gun, she pointed it directly at Usagi.

"Maboroshi no Ginzuishou. Give it to me. Or I'll take your life."