Spin The Bottle_Chapters 6-7_By Princess Destiny [ princessdestiny@hotmail.com ] Chapter Six ["This feels so right..."] Usagi thought vaguely. It was the only thought that could filter through the feelings overwhelming her. And all from a kiss. Who would have thought that the kiss of her worst enemy could reduce her to this? Mamoru's thoughts were along similar lines-yet far more intense than the young girls. And though he was overwhelmed, the realisation that she was only fourteen was like a barrier between them. He'd tried to protect her from BRAD and now was doing exactly what his 'friend' had intended! Mamoru wrenched his lips from Usagi's swiftly, groaning in disappointment. "No" He breathed harshly, moving back from her warmth. "What?" Usagi's eyes slitted open in the darkness. She was completely bewildered. One minute, she'd been in heaven and the next-Mamoru's comforting warmth was gone. That amazing feeling of melting. His hands were still about her waist, but he was no longer pressed into her. "What's wrong?" She said, dazed. "This is wrong!" He said, breathing hard. He groaned again, then let his head fall sideways until it thunked on the back of the closet. "Not only are you only fourteen! You're also my worst enemy!" "Oh...right" Usagi agreed, blinking. Suddenly though, the words really meant nothing. Not like they once had. "This is way beyond weird" She said abruptly, frowning. Usagi tried to straighten in her cramped position and Mamoru's arm fell away from her. Her skin felt cold from it's absence and her frown deepened. ["How can this be wrong? it felt so right! Even if he IS my enemy"] Usagi thought, biting her bottom lip. Inspiration hit her then and she brightened. "Well-I guess...we can just pretend that this never happened?" She suggested, tone dubious. "Tomorrow, it'll be back to 'jerk' and 'Odango Atama'. Right?" Mamoru groaned loudly, thunking his head again with deliberate harshness. "No, Usagi. It WON'T" He said strongly. "Everything has changed now!" "Well-" Usagi glared in his direction. She'd only been trying to HELP! "Then, you shouldn't have kissed me!" "Oh, so it's MT fault now?" He yelled at her, straightening. He forgot where he was and bashed his head on the top of the closet roof hard. "Ow, damn it!" He shouted. "What?" She yelled back, ignoring his obvious groan of pain. "Of course it's your fault, jerk! When WASN'T?" "Excuse me?" Mamoru said, holding a hand to his head, where there was a noticeable bump growing. It irritated him almost as much as the blonde did! "But I seem to recall you kissing me back, Odango Atama!" He shouted at her. "Oh, so we're back tot he name-calling, you creep!?" she shrieked loudly. Usagi glared the more, then clenched the first of her right hand and shot it up swiftly into the darkness. Mamoru was stunned when something connected painfully with his ribs, thrusting him backwards. He yelped with surprise and pain as he kept going-falling through the hanging clothes and finally bashing head-first into the far side of the closet. It shook threateningly as he crashed through the hanging clothes, which could not hold his weight. Mamoru tumbled the rest of the way to the floor, half-raised and bashing his head painfully on the wall. The closet wasn't THAT large, after all. "Mamoru? Ooh! I didn't mean...what happened?" Usagi called out anxiously. She tried to peer into the darkness, but could see nothing. From the crashing noises she had heard though, Mamoru had fallen through the clothes and possibly bashed his head! In fact, she was SURE of it! The whole closet had shaken like a boat after she'd punched Mamoru. ["Oh no! Is he okay?"] She wondered silently, again biting her bottom lip nervously. Mamoru stayed in his position, half against the wall and half on the floor, next and head at an oddly painful angle. "Stay away" He told her expressionlessly. He really couldn't decide what was worse about that night. Being locked in the closet with the Odango Atama? Well, he'd kissed her and liked it-so maybe that wasn't the worst. Maybe her shrieking in his ear? And now, the punch to the ribs. What next? And WHY exactly had they been in the closet for so long? What was Steve up to? ["Is he TRYING to make us murder each other?"] "Ugh! Are you hurt or not, you moron? Answer me!" Usagi yelled at him. She awkwardly crouched down, felt around until she found his ankles and then began to crawl along him. Her head bashed into something dangling from above and she winced, halting. "Ouch!" She gasped, reaching up with one hand cautiously. Usagi found that she'd hit a pair of jeans. The HARD object had been the buckle of a dangling belt. ["He hangs his belts on a hanger?"] Usagi thought, astonished. She put hers in the draw…Maybe it was a guy thing? "This is just-to much" Mamoru muttered under his breath, laying there painfully. His back was beginning to cramp, but he'd be damned if he'd move! The girl had hated-and now like, had just punched him! "I never that that she had it in her" He whispered wonderingly. All in all, he deemed it far safer to lay there until someone came and got them. They'd BELIEVE him if he said that she punched him for insulting her…and she would be at the other side for the closet and away from his kisses. Safer for HER to. If Usagi had know just what thoughts he's had about her-she'd KILL him! Mamoru frowned as he felt Usagi crouch and touch his legs cautiously. Then he heard the hangers clink together as she moved them slightly. He waited in the silence and then Usagi's fingers touched his ankle delicately. ["What is she doing?"] He wondered, eyes going wide. Usagi felt along the jeans and then further on, to discover that there were FAR to many clothes in the way for her to even reach Mamoru. ["I'll-have to crawl low then"] She decided, reaching down for his ankle. Then, she moved further forward and then lay herself down until her chest touched Mamoru's long legs. If she staying close to his body, her head wouldn't bash anything from above. NOT that there was much room! What did Mamoru have so many blasted pairs of slacks and jeans? ["Because he's a guy, you ditz!"] She yelled silently at herself. And they WERE locked in a closet! Mamoru's eyes widened as he felt delicate fingers on his ankle, then he felt Usagi's body starting to press against his legs as she crawled up his length. ["What is she DOING?!"] Mamoru shouted mentally, thoughts going wild. Here was his worst enemy-turned greatest lust...crawling bodily up his form and pressed against him in the most enticing manner! Usagi groaned, pressing closer to Mamoru and trying to duck all the overhanging slacks and shirts above her head. The closet, to make things WORSE, was so small that she had to crawl up Mamoru's length, pressed close. She couldn't crawl on her knee's, because of the overhanging clothes and how much space the jerk was taking up. ["Well, maybe not the jerk any more"] She said mentally, smiling slightly as she reached his chest. Her fingers spread over the now-familiar material, trying to find a purchase. He was STILL dead silent and she was worried that something had happened to him. ["How did this happen in the first place? Oh WHY did he have to kiss me...and me LIKE it?"] She wailed mentally, laying over his full-length. Her fingers felt over the skin of his neck and then up to his face. Usagi pulled herself up further with her hands and Mamoru groaned. "Are you okay? I thought that you were unconscious!" She breathed, fingers trailing urgently over his lips to see if he was breathing okay. "NOT if you don't keep STILL, you blonde ditz!" He almost roared at her, body tense as a spring. She was driving him utterly NUTS! And she didn't KNOW it! "What?" Usagi gaped into the darkness, stunned. "I was only trying to see if you were okay, jerk!" "By laying on TOP of me and wiggling around?" He yelled back disbelievingly. "What did I tell you about that before?" "Well-" Usagi began defensively, blinking at him in the darkness. "With al the clothes up there, the only way I could REACH you was to crawl! Maybe if you didn't have so many clothes in here-" "It's a bloody closet, Usagi!" He yelled at her, exasperated. "Where else would you find clothes?!" "Umm-right" She giggled with embarrassment, resting her elbows on his chest and absently playing with a lock of his hair at the base of his neck. "Are you okay?" She repeated her earlier question anxiously. "I didn't mean to punch you so hard" "You did it very well" He said dryly, trying to adjust his head comfortably. It was near impossible. "Hang on a second" He muttered, shifting his form. There really wasn't enough room for her on top of him-and he at this awkward angle. Usagi shrieked as she almost tumbled off. She reached up and wrapped her hands about his broad shoulders as Mamoru shifted them both down until he was laying almost flat on the floor. He moved his legs and both of her tumbled between his, leaving her again pressed full-length into him. Usagi flushed scarlet. "Umm-" She began. Mamoru laughed, moving his legs until they were bent at the knees. The closet wasn't that big, after all and he was tall. "I really don't believe this" he gasped at her, trying to stifle his laugh. He raised his hands hesitantly, then reached out to wrap them behind Usagi's back, linking the fingers. "Can believe what? That we're trapped in a closet, on the FLOOR? That you kissed me? That we HATE each other-" Usagi said heatedly. "That would it, yeah" Mamoru rolled his eyes, shaking his head. Despite the weirdness of the situation, having the blonde laying on top of him on his closet floor-just seemed...comfortable? Natural? "So-now what?" Usagi asked him timidly. She was tense from how close she was pressed against her and the way that his fingers had once more crept under the material of her shirt and was stroking the skin of her waist. Somehow, she sensed that he didn't know he was even DOING it! And it was that reason alone that kept her from screaming bloody murder. ["Besides-I kind of like it"] She whispered mentally, blushing. Mamoru abruptly felt something hard digging into his chest, which he had felt before as he kissed her against the closet wall. He'd ignored it then, but now it was really hurting, being pressed between him and Usagi. "What IS that?" He demanded, letting go of her waist. He tried to reach in between them for the object and his fingers accidentally brushed against the side of her breast. "Oops" "Hentai!" Usagi screeched at him, jerking back. Her skin tingled strangely, making her breathing erratic. "What are you DOING?" She shrieked, flushing. "Hentai? Me?!" Mamoru yelled at her, embarrassed. "I was trying to see what the bloody hell was digging into my chest so hard!" "Me!" Usagi shouted back, then paused. "No-wait. Oh! This!" She giggled in embarrassment, face the colour of a tomato in the darkness of the closet. And she would glad that Mamoru couldn't see her! When his fingers had brushed her breast, she'd felt a zing of excitement fill her body. She'd never felt anything at all like this in her life. It had been like-when Mamoru kissed...Usagi shook her head and reached for her broach, which had been on her shirt and digging into them. Personally, she was used to it, so had thought nothing of it. But Mamoru was not. "What is 'this'?" Mamoru growled, annoyed. Really, what was he to think? She was his worst enemy, but he'd kissed her and now he was not only fiercely protective and willing to do bodily harm to any guy that touched her-other than himself-they were STILL fighting! "Unbelievable" He muttered. "My broach" Usagi said, taking it off of her shirt and reaching down for one of his hands. Her fingers touched his and another wave of excitement went though her. She groaned involuntarily, then tried to muffle it. Mamoru heard her and knew what had caused it. He two had felt stirred by the touching of their hands. ["Why did we never feel this in all the times we crashed into each other on the street?"] He wondered to himself, letting her guide his hand upwards. "Here" Usagi whispered, pushing the broach into his hand. Immediately, the closet was filled with a pulsating silver light, as the broach exploded in power... Chapter Eight Everything exploded into light, momentarily blinding them both. Then the light engulfed them both and a vision appeared. Mamoru recognised it immediately, stiffening. He was standing at the base of a balcony, almost everything around them obscured in a thick fog. His eyes swung upwards expectantly and a moment later SHE appeared at the balcony railing. ["Princess"] "Tuxedo Kamen? What are you-" the Princess began, seemingly shocked at his appearance. Usagi looked up at the figure of a woman at the railing, obscured by the fog. However, she seemed hauntingly familiar. ["Who is she? Where are we?"] "NO! Leave! She is not meant to be here!" The Princess cried out, looking down. Her voice was filled with horror and panic. "Princess! What-" Mamoru cried back, startled. He turned his face to see Usagi standing at his side, eyes wide with astonishment. She looked almost as panicked as his dream Princess. "Leave!" The Princess almost screamed at him. "We can't! I don't know how we got here!" Mamoru shouted back, not knowing what was going on. At his side, Usagi stiffened. A strange sensation had begun at her temple and was spreading through the rest of her body slowly. Her eyes went blank. "It's too late" the Princess' voice whispered despairingly from above them. "Too late...too early. This should not have been..." her form disappeared as if she'd faded like a ghost. Mamoru felt a surge on panic, then the vision began to waver like a reflection on water. "Princess!" he cried out. ["She's the Princess?"] Usagi thought, eyes clearing in time to see everything waver sickeningly. ["I'll love you forever"] The words whispered through both of their minds caressingly. A memory perhaps. And neither Usagi nor Mamoru could say who had thought it, or once spoken it. ["Princess"] As the vision faded and Mamoru could again feel the floor of the closet beneath his back, he realised with faint horror, that he had transformed into Tuxedo Kamen! His breath drew in sharply-then he realised that the gloved hands resting around Usagi's waist were now resting on a different material. He felt curiously, stiffening as his fingers encountered a long bow at the base of the blonde's back, where there had been none before. ["It can't be!"] he thought, shocked. Swiftly he felt down further, encountering the beginnings of a pleated skirt. His head thumped backwards to the floor, eyes glazed. ["Oh my god"] Abruptly, Sailor Moon felt a searing across her forehead. Not exactly painful-more like....a release. Something-filled her being, moving through her body like a warm caress. She felt Mamoru pull her closer, an arm about her waist almost painfully. She felt him feel along her back with strangely seeking fingers, then he went still. Usagi blinked, feeling slight horror. She knew that she was transformed. She could feel the tiara on her brow. ["Oh my god! What do I do? I've transformed into Sailor Moon!"] Mamoru didn't know that she was sailor Moon and now she was laying on top of him, transformed. "Mamoru-let me go" she said slowly, struggling. If she could get out of the closet, before he could see her-maybe everything would be okay. But Mamoru tightened his hands more, clamping her to his length. "Not just yet, Usagi" He said in a strange voice. He narrowed his eyes in the dark and released one arm from about her waist, feeling for her face. His fingers brushed dangling earings, then along the smooth skin of her cheek up to her brow. There, he encountered smooth cold metal. Familiar. His breath hissed out sharply as his thoughts were confirmed. "You have some explaining to do Sailor Moon" "Sailor Moon?" she said weakly, trying to draw away with more fervour. It was too late by then, of course. "Stop that, Usagi! And feel my face" Mamoru said coolly. He silently urged her to obey him. It was important that she did. "Feel your face?" Sailor Moon said with bewilderment. She slowly lifted a hand from his shoulders and felt along his neck and then his cheek curiously. "What am I feeling-for?" she broke off weakly as her gloved fingers encountered a familiar-shaped half-mask over Mamoru's eyes. She traced it carefully, eyes wide in the dark. "Tuxedo Kamen?" she yelped in shock. ["If he's Tuxedo Kamen, then my secret is safe"] Of course, now she had kissed-and several times-not only her enemy, but her dream guy too. "Bingo" Tuxedo Kamen drawled. Sailor Moon sank weakly against him, cheek resting on his chest. Absently, her skin registered that she was laying against the material of a tuxedo. She hadn't noticed it before. "Is-is this good or bad?" she asked him, biting her lip. His chest rose and fell under her face, lulling her into a strange calm. ["Have I done this before?"] she wondered silently, eyes half-closing. Laying against his chest like this seemed familiar. Tuxedo Kamen's eyes were wide in the darkness. The blonde super-heroine's face laying on his chest suddenly seemed familiar. "Honestly, Sailor Moon?" he said wearily. "I have no idea. But of course, finding out that your worst enemy-who you've just made out with several times-is really the girl that you...care for, is really the girl that you save regularly was a shock" ["Care for?"] Sailor Moon's heart leapt, then began to thunder in her ears. "It's a shock for me too" she whispered, moving her cheek lightly against his shirt. Her blue eyes widened. "What do I tell the other girls? And how did this happen? I didn't say the words!" "Words?" Mamoru's fingers began to lightly stroke Sailor Moon's waist through the Fuku, trying to calm her. "I use my broach and certain words to transform-don't you?" She told him softly, shivering as his fingers caressed her through the Fuku. "No-I use a rose" Tuxedo Kamen said lightly. The question was, what did they do now?" can you de-transform?" he asked her questioningly. "I don't know" She replied nervously. She sighed. "Was that the Princess of the Moon?" "Yes" he said shortly. "You somehow shared my vision. But nothing was the same. She always asks me the same thing-but now she seemed horrified" he hesitated. "It was because you were there" "Me? What happened anyway?" Sailor Moon said weakly, touching her forehead with a tentative finger. "Something strange happened-" Just then, they both heard the outer door to Mamoru's room open. "Oh my god!" Sailor Moon hissed, frightened. She scrambled to her knee's at the same time as Tuxedo Kamen, both crouching awkwardly on the bottom on the closet, heads hitting various items of clothing from above. She pressed herself back against the far side of the closet, huddling close to Tuxedo Kamen. Tuxedo Kamen's eyes narrowed in determination as he swiftly got to his feet, puling the blonde up beside him. He pressed her to his side, reaching into his tuxedo unconsciously for a rose. All he could think about was protecting the girl at his side, as he always did. They stiffened as the other side of the closet was wrenched open-and there was a startled silence. "Where ARE they?" Steve demanded, sounding baffled. Light spiled into the closet from the other side. "Hello? Mamoru? Usagi? How did they get out?" "Maybe they're on the other side?" Rei snapped. "Or maybe they picked the lock and got out! You shouldn't have left them alone in there for so long!" "Tuxedo Kamen!" sailor moon whispered, burying her face into his jacket. "What do we do?" "Stay calm and I won't let anyone hurt you" he answered firmly, arm tightening about her waist. "If Steve opens the closet, I'll hit him with my cane and try to knock him out before he sees anything" "What about Rei?" she said urgently. "You can't-" "I don't WANT to hit Rei, but if she opens the door-" Tuxedo Kamen said reluctantly. Sailor Moon grabbed his arm swiftly, stopping him from making any movements. "NO! Rei is my friend and she KNOWS that I'm Sailor Moon!" HOW does she..." He trailed off as he suddenly guessed. "Never mind" He finished, stiffening. The closet door before them rattled and then was abruptly thrown open. Sailor moon slumped in relief as she saw Rei's startled face. The priestess' eyes swept over her and Tuxedo Kamen and then widened with shock and horror. She let out a loud shriek and before either of them could say a word, the door was hastily slammed shut in their faces. Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen waited in tense silence as Rei ordered Makoto to escort-firmly-Steve from the room. Sailor Moon's fingers wound into Tuxedo Kamen's vest tightly as they waited for the closet door to re-open. "Why did Rei look so horrified?" she whispered to her companion. But Tuxedo Kamen had no answer. The priestess should have shown shock at seeing sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen locked into an embrace of sorts at the back of Mamoru's closet...but not the horror that had been displayed in her purple eyes. Something was terribly wrong... Rei unlocked the door and then flung it open swiftly, opening her mouth to say something witty. Her voice died in her through though, when she saw Sailor Moon held tightly in Tuxedo Kamen's strong arms, both backed against the far side of the closet and eyes wary. Tuxedo Kamen had an arm about Sailor Moon's waist and his eyes were wary. "Arrgggggh!" Rei shrieked, practically throwing the door away from her. It banged close and then clicked shut automatically. "What is it Rei? Did Usagi bash Mamoru into a blood pulp?" Makoto asked in a blood-thirsty manner, green eyes gloating. "Yeah, give" Steve said, walking over to the closet. "What's in there?" "No, no!" Rei flung her hands out, waving them frantically at Steve not to come any closer. ["He CAN'T look in there! Oh my god!"] she thought in horror. "Rei?" Ami said curiously, eyebrows risen. "Umm-give me a sec. And YOU stay there!" Rei hissed at Steve. She flung open the door in his face, staring inside again as if expecting to see Usagi and Mamoru fighting-and not the two most famous superhero's in Tokyo crushed together in a small closet-looking ready to fight whoever opened the door- "Rei?" Sailor Moon whispered, looking frightened. She clung tighter to Tuxedo Kamen, as if he were the only stable thing in the world. "Oh my god!" Rei shrieked again, slamming the door in Sailor Moon's startled face. She hadn't been completely sure that she wasn't seeing things-but NOW she was. Not only was Sailor Moon clutched to Tuxedo Kamen's side as if by glue-she was DIFFERENT! ["What happened?!"] "What is going ON?" Steve asked, afire with curiosity. "Nothing!" Rei shouted. She gestured at Makoto quickly. "Take him out!" It was an order, from one Senshi to another and the three girls knew it. Rei had not asked it, Sailor Mars had. "What?" Steve said, shocked when the brunette abruptly grabbed him and startled to shove him from the room. "Get him out, Makoto" Ami said urgently, heading for the closet. "What? No way? What's going on in there" Steve demanded, a moment before he was thrust from the room violently and the door slammed in his face. "Now" Rei said, slowly opening the closet door. The other two girls watched in shock as Sailor Moon...and Tuxedo Kamen stepped out of the small space. But something was wrong. And it had not only been Tuxedo Kamen's presence with their leader-and them transformed-that had made Rei so shocked. "Your-your HAIR, Usagi" Rei whispered, eyes wide and disbelieving. "God!" Makoto hissed in shock. Tuxedo Kamen looked down at the girl next to him for the first time, in the light and-his mouth fell open in astonishment. "Sailor Moon" he said softly, deep blue eyes wide. "My hair?" Sailor Moon tentatively reached for a lock of her hair, bringing it around to where she could see it. She almost shrieked when she saw her hair. The once blonde locks-had turned completely silver! "My hair!" she whispered, not as shocked as she should have been. Something-seemed just too familiar about the colour. As if she had seen it before. "WHAT happened?!" Makoto shrieked, much like Rei had earlier. "What is going ON here?" Ami demanded, eyes wide as saucers. She reached into her sub-space pocket and removed the Mercury computer, quickly scanning Sailor Moon. Other than the hair colour, nothing else seemed wrong. There was nothing that the genius could detect. "We don't know" Tuxedo Kamen said darkly, a hand reaching out to wrap about Sailor Moon's waist protectively. He pulled her closer, watching the other girls carefully. ["They must be the other Senshi"] he thought, eyes flickering over Mercury's computer. Now that he knew, he could easily see through their glamour's. "What happened to you? You've-changed. Your hair..." Rei murmured, looking at Sailor Moon helplessly. "What happened in that half an hour? Where is-" she trailed off, staring at Tuxedo Kamen. He'd always seemed to have a strange bearing and presence to her-and now she knew why. ["I should have guessed it"] she murmured mentally. "What happened?" Makoto demanded. "And how did YOU get in there, Tuxedo Kamen? Where is Mamoru?" The girls all looked expectantly at Tuxedo Kamen and Sailor Moon-all but Rei, who had already guessed. Sailor Moon stiffened as Tuxedo Kamen pulled her closer, protecting her seemingly from her friends. One arm was completely around her waist, the other rested on her opposite shoulder, holding her almost facing his chest. She had to tilt her head back to even look at Rei and the others. She looked up at him tentatively. He seemed reluctant to let her go. Tuxedo Kamen smiled grimly at them, eyes cool It seemed that not only Sailor Moon had changed-but HE was changed inwardly by their revelation. "I AM Mamoru" To Be Continued...