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"Mamoru broke up with Rei. She said that he cheated on her." Makoto's voice was hushed as the three girls gathered in the Crown Arcade near to closing. It was almost one in the morning on a Friday on Valentines Day. Usually Motoki closed his place far earlier, but once a year, and also sometimes on Christmas, he kept it open for the happy couples to romance each other.
Oh, how Usagi loathed that day, just as she loathed him.
"What?" The blonde whispered, her heart faltering in her chest. "Mamoru broke up with Rei? After six months of dating?" At first Usagi felt shocked and her mind was unable to comprehend what she was hearing, but then the hatred and fury began to burn inside of her. They had seemed so close and happy and she had finally let go of all the mutual dislike that had grown between them over the years. She had wanted to see her best friend blissfully happy, and they had been, so what had gone wrong? And why was she having a flashback to her own failed relationship?
Ami shook her head, looking bewildered and on the verge of tears. How had this happened? Why? Mamoru and Rei had been such a sweet couple, once he had finally allowed her crush to turn from adoration from a distance, into something far more romantic. Everyone that had seen them, thought they'd been the perfect couple. The dark-haired man had opened up in the way they had never seen before, a light in his eyes. When the priestess had revealed that he had come from an Orphanage after his parents had been killed in a car crash, it had all made sense. His coldness, his arrogance, his mistrust with the world. Usagi had been his sparing parter for years, never really knowing why he had been so nasty to her.
Makoto looked from Ami to Usagi and went pale as she saw the sheer rage building in her gentle friend's eyes. She hadn't seen that sort of out of control emotion there since that day...the day Motoki had broken her heart. A year or so before Rei and Mamoru had decided to start dating, the blonde-haired man who had been their friend for so long, had asked out one of their group. It had seemed a match made in heaven, both gentle and kind. They had dated for a year and then suddenly, his old girlfriend Reika had come back into the picture. None of them had suspected a thing, until the day Usagi had walked in on her boyfriend and his ex having sex in their room. On their bed. Without a word, the girl had turned and left. She had been devastated, numb and empty, and inconsolable. Not even her usual fights with her worst enemy had brought her out of it. "Usagi, it isn't the same." She said in concern.
"Isn't it?" Usagi hissed back, her fists clenched. She was going to kill Chiba Mamoru. Absolutely destroy him! No one hurt her friends and got away with it, even if he was sort of one too after all of this time. "How dare he do this?" It couldn't be happening again. It wasn't her own relationship this time, but the hatred was just as consuming. Motoki had broken her own heart three years ago with Reika and now Mamoru had done the same with Rei. "Who is she?" The blonde demanded. Whoever the bitch was, she was going down too.
"Usagi!" Ami whispered in shock and horror. Her gentle friend had changed so much. She truly hated Motoki for what he had done, even if somehow the blonde had gotten over it all. No, she had never really gotten over it, she had just decided to deal with the issue and go into denial. He had actually tried to justify himself, saying that he had always loved Reika, and though he cared for Usagi too, his heart couldn't be hers. The two had gotten back together and become engaged. They were now married.
And Usagi had never been the same.
"Honey, you have to calm down. Rei told me never to tell you what he did, but I couldn't keep it from you." The green-eyed girl soothed, laying her hand on the back of Usagi's clenched one on the table. It must be like seeing double, the events happening again. The blonde had had her heart ripped from her chest, but she had been young and gradually had gotten over it. They had all helped her, even Mamoru. Maybe that was why it was making her friend so furious. The two of them had always argued and taunted each other, right from the moment she'd accidently thrown her test paper at his head. They had been friends with Motoki at the side, only fourteen years old, and gradually as they grew up all of them had become one group.
"Thank you." Usagi managed to get out, staring down at the table-top with her mind filled with rage and vengeance. She didn't know how she was going to do it, but Mamoru was going to learn that she wasn't going to let this slide. How could she actually had considered him a good friend now? They'd argued for so many years and fallen into a strange relationship, partly dependence, a need for companionship, and at one time, perhaps even attraction. But then Rei had asked him out one last time, urged by them all to give him up, and the dark-haired man had said yes. How could she had kept on disliking him when her best friend was dating the man and clearly in love with him? So their relationship had changed once more and she had accepted him, treating her former worst enemy as almost a brother-type. But not anymore.
"Usagi, we're not kids anymore. Please don't do anything stupid." Ami whispered, sensing that her friend was on the verge of exploding. She had moved past Motoki's betrayal, slowly becoming something like her old self, but there had always been a shadow in the back of her eyes. It must have taken great courage to have that talk with her former boyfriend months after the breakup, and tell him that she understood he had been in love. To forgive him. In her heart, she had wanted to give that forgiveness, but the blonde had never dated again. The girls were now all twenty years old and Mamoru and Motoki were twenty three. Usagi shouldn't be that lonely. She had seen all of her friends fall in love, with Ami, Minako and even Makoto marrying their dream guys. Rei should have been next.
"I don't care." The small girl hissed back, withdrawing her hand from under Makoto's. She heard voices then and her head whipped around to see Mamoru standing at the counter, talking to Motoki. A fresh rage filled her vision and she came to her feet before even realizing, storming through the crowds to the front of the store. Usagi heard her friends following, crying out in alarm, but all she saw was him. The dark-haired man looked rather haggard and hadn't shaved in days, a stubble on his face, his clothing looked tidy but rumpled, and there was a distant look on his face. She barely took all of this in before she reached him.
"Usagi-" Motoki turned to greet her, his smile fading as he saw her eyes. In a moment, he knew exactly what she was thinking and it horrified him. He had never forgiven himself for betraying her that way with Reika, though she had chosen to accept it and forgive him. Usagi was staring at Mamoru in sheer hatred and he felt his heart faltering. She must have heard about Rei, but something was wrong. Why was the blonde looking at Mamoru like he was the one at fault?
Mamoru's tired blue eyes turned towards his former enemy turned sort of friend, taken-aback when he saw her venomous expression. But before he could say a word, her arm was rising, hand a blur, and agony crashed into the side of his face. It took a few seconds to realize that she had slapped him brutally hard, his ears ringing and his jaw aching. Had she broken it?
"You bastard. I hate you so god damned much, Mamoru!" Usagi shouted at him, her blue eyes gleaming with a mixture of rage and tears. He looked stunned and she almost laughed as his fingers went to his jaw and he experimentally touched it. She would be happy if she'd broken his bloody face.
His gaze narrowed on her and an equal fury rose. He didn't know what the hell her problem was, because he had been the one to be betrayed, but all the old dislike was there from the old days. Mamoru and Usagi had become sort of like friends over the past few years and she'd accepted his relationship with Rei with open arms. So why was the blonde looking at him that way? He glanced at Motoki and his lip curled. Ah, that was why. As much as he had been disgusted over his best friend's cheating on the Odango Atama, his friendship had been stronger and he had eventually forgiven him. It had to be like she was seeing shades of the past. Two guys who had both been in failed relationships. But it also meant that Usagi had been told the wrong information. He looked over her shoulder to Makoto and Ami, who looked shocked by everything. "I hate you too, Usagi." He snarled back at her. He really did!
Motoki watched in a stunned manner as the two glared at each other in clear loathing and Usagi's hand twitched as if she wanted to hit his friend again. He had done this to her, changing that bright happy girl into a bitter woman. Seeing Mamoru and Rei breaking up had clearly made her mind snap. Nothing he could say right now would make it all better, and he really didn't have any right to even interfere. He was the bad guy in this story. "I'm closing up in a few minutes." He murmured, his waitresses already cleaning up the equipment in the kitchen, and people leaving. "You two can talk it out here if you like."
"No, I don't want to talk to her. Go away, Odango. You're the last person I want to be around right now." Mamoru advised the blonde in a deadly tone. He raked a hand through his dark hair, aware that he must look like hell. He hadn't slept in three days, surviving on coffee.
"That's too bad, you bastard, because I want to talk to you." Usagi replied in a hard tone, her eyes narrowing on him. She saw his lips tighten and felt the urge to slap him hard again. It was a pity that she hadn't broken his jaw and she wanted to cause him as much pain as he had brought Rei.
"Usagi, no. Come on, we'll go home and watch a movie or something." Ami urged her, taking her friend's arm. Usagi seemed to waver, her eyes uncertain, but then she shook her head. The blue-haired girl was stunned when her hand was shaken off.
Motoki shook his head and moved off to say goodnight to his staff, then turn most of the lights off. The two enemies were still standing there glaring at each other as he came to tell them to leave. They hadn't wanted to use his place to talk and somehow that relieved him. Usagi and Mamoru were both on edge, their emotions fluctuating, and they had a tendency to move from shouting and cursing in actually throwing things around. His poor shop wouldn't have survived that one.
"Get a life, Odango Atama." Mamoru told her viciously. He turned on his heel and strode out of the place, fist slamming into the sliding doors as he passed thorough them.
Usagi immediately headed after him, her expression grim.
When her friends tried to stop them, Motoki stepped into their way. "Just let them go. You know a huge fight has been building up for years now." He said softly, closing his eyes in grief. One way or another, his friends were going to hurt each other deeply. He was at fault and so was Rei.
"But she's so angry at him. He won't hurt her, will he?" Ami whispered in deep concern, biting her lip.
Makoto glowered towards the door, tempted to run after the two and make sure nothing more physical happened. "He better not, if he knows what good for him." She gave Motoki a disgusted look and crossed her arms. "I really liked that guy, you know? I can't believe he fid that to Rei. Mamoru seemed so happy with her..."
Motoki frowned slightly at them, at first confused, then realization hit him. "He was happy." He replied, staring from one girl to the other. "You don't know." He went on incredulously. Now it all made sense and Usagi had made a huge mistake.
"Don't know what?" Ami and Makoto demanded, confused as he looked at them in disbelief.
"Guys, Mamoru didn't cheat on Rei...she cheated on him. With Yuichiro."
The brunette's mouth fell open and she looked at her friend in a flabbergasted manner. "Rei? Rei was the one to cheat?" She repeated, shocked and in disbelief. "It can't be." But the priestess had had a crush on Yuichiro since she was a teenager. Was it possible that her friend had been the one to betray Mamoru?
Ami didn't know what to say, mind reeling over that stunning revelation. Rei had cheated, not Mamoru? No wonder the man had looked like death warmed over, a torment in his gaze. Oh no, Usagi! "We have to catch up with them, Usagi thinks that he cheated on Rei, like-" She swallowed hard and looked at Motoki in embarrassment. "You."
The three of them ran out of the Crown Arcade and into the street. Bearing a few couples here and there walking down the path and people going into bars, it was deserted. Mamoru and Usagi were nowhere to be found.
"Fucking Valentines Day." Makoto swore under her breath. She loved celebrating it with her husband, Joe, but the day had turned out to be a curse to both Usagi and Mamoru. Oh good lord, what had the blonde done? The dark-haired man was clearly on edge and as furious as her, his heart having been ripped out by their best friend. She was going to give Rei a piece of her mind in any case, for lying to them all about the breakup, but if their little gentle Usagi was hurt because of this, she was never, ever going to forgive the priestess. She just hoped that the man wasn't so much on edge that he would do something to further wound his worst enemy.
"Call her cell phone!" Motoki urged. He didn't have her number, but her friends would.
Makoto nodded and dug into her jeans pocket for her phone, dialling up Usagi. After a long moment, she shook her head in despair and hung up. "She isn't answering."
"Usagi," Ami whispered as she followed the other two back to the shop to help close up. All they could do was go home to their loved ones and hope that their friends would be okay. If Usagi or Mamoru hurt each other, it would just break her heart. They had so much dislike and hatred between them and now this bitterness caused solely by Rei and in a smaller way, Motoki. "Be safe."
"Get the fuck away from me, Usagi. I'm not in the mood for your crap." Mamoru snarled at her, stalking along the side of the road. She was right behind him, shouting furious accusations that made his bitterness all the more acute. Clearly Rei had lied to her friends and he didn't blame Usagi for not even considering that he wasn't in the wrong. They'd never gotten along really, only tolerating each other after a while when he started dating her best friend. Their verbal fights when she'd been younger had been amusing and he had looked forward to them. She had seemed to feel the same way.
But then when that issue with Motoki had happened, the happy gentle blonde had almost disappeared. That was when their arguments had changed into something dreadful and he had began to really hate her bitter, nasty words, returning them in kind. After the dark-haired man and the priestess had gotten together, things changed again, their arguments becoming lighter and more teasing as it had been when they'd been younger.
But now-Jesus christ, the Odango looked like she'd like to rip him into shreds!
In a very twisted way, Mamoru wanted her company right now, even if his enemy was only feeling hatred towards him. He didn't want to be alone, because the dark thoughts rose. His bottle of vodka and those sleeping tablets had looked entirely too tempting the other night and he had thrown them out of his eighth story window swiftly before he'd do something stupid. But that was the mess that Rei had left in her wake. Three days ago, she'd come to his apartment with Yuichiro beside her, and when they spoke, his whole world had collapsed. The woman he had come to care for, to let closer than any other of his girlfriends, was cheating on him. She had never loved him, as she had claimed, and he had felt the fool.
He had also had a stunning moment of clarity, knowing exactly how Usagi had felt when Motoki cheated on her. Mamoru had fervently wished that he had been more understanding back then, instead of coldly standing to the side and taunting her as usual with their arguments. A part of him had been breaking inside to see the pretty kind blonde reduced to such bitterness and hatred, but he had done nothing. He should have. If the dark-haired man had given a fuck about things then, she wouldn't now be following him down the street hurling abuse at his head. No, she might have actually been comforting him.
Mamoru didn't know how to tell Usagi that it was her friend who was in the wrong. He didn't want to see the disillusionment in her blue eyes, as she realized that her best friend in the world, who had gotten her through her own misery over her breakup, was as bad as Motoki. It was definitely an irony that the one he hated, but not as much as the priestess, was being protected by himself.
Usagi gave a shriek of pure fury and threw herself at him, punching and kicking, her blue eyes wild. Some people stopped to stare in concern as she pummelled him, shoving Mamoru into the side of a building, but he just stood there and took it, a twisted smile on his lips. It hurt, but not a lot, with him being Tuxedo Kamen. When you've faced battle against the Dark Kingdom, this sort of thing didn't bother him a lot. He was actually sort of incredulous as well as angry.
When her hand slapped his face again, his eyes glittered down at her, and her arm was taken in a hard punishing grip. She gasped as he jerked her along the path till they were out of sight of the others, the night closing in around them, then the dark-haired man pulled her down an alley.
He didn't know where he was going or what he was doing, but there were far too many witnesses and the Police could be called. Somewhere inside, Mamoru welcomed Usagi's fury. She fought him like a beast, kicking at his legs and trying to wrench her arm free of his bruising grip. He took them down to the end of the alley and turned the corner, throwing her to the ground in the docking bay area of a shop.
The blonde came up fast, her expression full of hatred as she again launched herself at him. "Usagi," He warned her, blocking a punch aimed at his jaw. "Don't push me too far. I'm ready to snap."
"Come on then, snap, you jerk!" The small girl shouted back, trying to punch him again. Makoto had shown her self defence years ago and she had kept up with it. She had to as Sailor Moon Usagi was bewildered under her rage, wondering why Mamoru wasn't fighting back, merely taking her blows or blocking the more vicious ones. She wished he'd fight her back, so she could vent, emotions going wildly out of control. She kicked him in the leg, then came up under his defence, the heel of her hand slamming into his mouth. There was a dead silence as she saw blood trickling down his chin and her heart faltered as she saw his blue eyes kindle with rage. 'Oh shit'.
"I warned you." Mamoru snarled at the blonde, his hands reaching for her. Usagi gave a yelp and danced back out of his way as he tried to grab her. He strode after her grimly, his face aching painfully from where she had struck him. Rage and more was coursing through his veins. He wanted to hit her back, but she was just a woman. As the blonde tried to run back up the alley, his fingers grabbed her long hair and jerked her to a stop, her wail of pain satisfying him. As she whirled around, his fist connected with her stomach and she retched, going pale. The small girl doubled over and he grabbed her shoulders and dragged her up close, eyes staring down coldly into her own. Fingers went to her throat and tightened, then slid upwards to her hair to grip tightly, the other going about her waist. As she gasped at him, he felt a thrill of anger and power, and his mouth crashed down onto her own roughly.
Usagi's blue eyes flew wide in shock and pain as she was suddenly kissed, a hand wrapped tightly in her hair. Lips moved over her own hard and searching, teeth grazing her lower lip. It wasn't a real kiss, it was more of an attack, a channel for his rage as he was pushed too far. She really shouldn't have hit him so hard! The blonde's hand flew up and she pummelled at his shoulders, trying to get free as her mouth was devoured and she felt a reluctant physical response. No, she hated this man! She bit his lip and drew back, tasting blood from where she had punched him before.
"No." He whispered in a icy tone, easily preventing her from backing off, as he held her hair and her waist. Usagi still looked furious, but her eyes were also panicked and shocked. He smiled at her unpleasantly. "You really shouldn't have pushed me." Mamoru advised her silkily, slamming his mouth back onto hers again. He kissed her deeply, growling when the blonde refused to open her mouth to his assault. He hadn't even thought to dominate her this way in all the years they'd thought. They hadn't been attracted to each other. But he would get the upper hand, his emotions bitter and as furious as her own as he recalled his betrayal by Rei. He couldn't hit his enemy back, so there was only a few other ways he could take it out on her.
The blonde whimpered into the harsh kiss and tried to back away, but his hand was wound too tightly into her long ponytail on the right. She pulled her lips back, feeling some hair coming out painfully with his fingers and she shoved hard at a muscled chest. Mamoru didn't even look fazed and she shivered, realizing her horrible mistake in goading him. "Mamoru, no." She groaned at him. His hand left her waist and went to her jaw, prying it wide till it was uncomfortable as hell. His strong body shoved them backwards till her back met the wall and then he kissed her again, tongue thrusting into her open mouth. She gasped as he touched all over her mouth, tongue sliding over her teeth and his wet flesh tangling with her own. It felt good, really good. Oh god.
Then he pulled back slightly and kissed her deeply, fingers still keeping her mouth wide for his penetration. Teeth dragged at her lower lip, then he licked over it up to the top, plunging his tongue back inside.
Mamoru knew he was kissing her too hard, like a starving man given his first meal in a month, but he couldn't stop. Usagi tasted sweet, and her mouth was wet and warm. He ravaged the softness, thrusting his tongue back and forth in a sexual manner, teeth biting her lower lip and sucking till saliva slid down their chins. Her mouth tried to close a few times, fingers digging into his chest as the blond tried to force him back, but he ignored it, welcoming the pain of her nails. The dark-haired man felt a small hand going to his jeans and then the shirt was wrenched upwards and her nails dug into his stomach, scratching downwards to his waist. He moaned at her, somehow turned on by the agony, his cock coming hard.
Usagi felt it against her stomach as he pressed her harder into the wall, her fingernails still biting into his flesh above the jeans. Mamoru was getting turned on! God damn him. And damn her too, because she was also feeling something akin to lust. She fought him still, her other hand going up to his soft hair and jerking on the strands as he was hers. Fingers curled into his locks and she yanked backwards, hips lips disconnecting from her own. The two panted deeply, staring at each other in fury, disbelief, and something darker and needier. Her heart wouldn't stop pounding in her chest.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, confused by how their fighting had led to her being kissed ruthlessly by the man she hated.
"Taking out my anger on you." He replied softly, blue eyes narrowing as she made a angry sound and tried to raise her knee to kick him in the groin. He moved in closer quickly, her blow going into his inner thigh. His hand left her face and it went to her other ponytail, wrenching the blonde's head backwards till her throat was bared. Mamoru kept her pinned to the wall as his mouth went hotly to her skin and he licked from her collarbone up to her chin, then kissed his way down, teeth dragging over warm flesh. When he reached her shoulder, he nudged her pink shirt to the side and bit down hard into the crook of her neck. Usagi screamed at him in pain and he shoved a knee between her thighs, forcing them wide, his hardening cock thrusting into her stomach.
"Let go! Let go, damn it!" The blonde wailed at him, writhing against the wall. His body was so much stronger than her own, and he held her down easily, thighs wide about one of his, her head tilted back painfully as he bit into her shoulder. It really bloody hurt.
But she was feeling something hot blazing through her body; excitement. A sexual response to his aggressiveness. Oh god, did she like this?
Yes...yes, she did.
It was sexual and horrifying and they were both very angry and bitter, but she was also feeling aroused as hell by Mamoru's agressiveness and excited too. Why?!
Usagi gasped and closed her eyes as he bit deeper and she knew he'd broken the skin. One of Mamoru's hands left her hair and went between her legs. She felt fingers stroking over her sex through her skirt and stiffened in disbelief. Then there was a tugging sensation and the skirt ripped, a draft wafting over her panties from the front. "Mamoru!" She screeched, bucking into him.
Mamoru didn't say anything, his mouth clamped over her warm skin, loving how he was hurting her. There was a taste of blood in his mouth and he felt a thrill of power over the situation, hand blindly ripping her white skirt and fingers pressing in circles over her clit.
Usagi made a choking noise and leapt upwards, but he gripped her hair tighter to the wall, pinning her beneath him. His hand stroked her intimately, then he slipped it upwards, feeling the elastic of her underwear.
Before he could think of his actions, the dark-haired man slipped his fingers underneath and down through her public hairs to her hot flesh, stunned when he felt how wet she was.
'Wait, she's turned on too?'
To Be Continued...