Hi-hi, it's me again, that person who writes those weird 
fanfics, Mishi Kawaii. Here's a new story for all of you to enjoy. 
Please bear with me with this one, I am trying something a bit new, 
this story is from Mamoru's perspective, so it might sound a little
weird at times, but hey that's okay, cause I'm a little weird at times
too.
	Keeping true to myself, this is yet again another Usagi and 
Mamoru story. I know that some of you guys are getting bored of them,
but TOO BAD. I like them, so I'll keep writing them.
	This story does not include Sailor Moon whatsoever, and it
sort of contridactes the Sailor Moon story-line. (Like Rei meets and
falls in love with Mamoru before Usagi even meets him). So just
grit your teeth and trust me on this one. 
	Anyway, you guys know all the legal stuff, and if you don't
you can e-mail me and I'll tell you. I'd like to thank my friends, 
who have given me an idea for this story, though they don't like Sailor
Moon (Gasp! I know it's hard to believe, please don't faint!). Also,
as usual I'd like to thank Luna, Artemis and Andrea for posting up my
stories and all those other people who have supported me with my 
other fanfics. You all know who you are and I love ya!
	So enough with this gabbing, onward with the story. 

Rule Of Love
By Mishi Kawaii

	It's funny you know.
	Love.
	It's a strange word. Sometimes, I think that I know it like the
back of my hand. Other times, it seems like a completely foreign
tongue, a language that I still have to master.
	Love.
	Let me ask you a question, do you know what love is? Do you
know the pain it causes, the tears it carries, the sorrow it holds?
	No, I didn't think so.
	Well, I do, though it's hard to believe. I know the sharp, cold
blows that love delivers, it's unforgiving wounds. I know it's pain.
	Would I do it again, you ask? Would I love again, despite
all the pain, all the suffering that I know it causes? Honestly
sometimes I don't know if I'd do it for myself.
	But for her, always.
	I'd give my life for her, my soul, my whole existence.
	Love.
	You say you'd like to know her name? Listen then. Listen 
carefully. Do you hear that? Do you hear the wind that whispers her
name, the sea that carries her scent, the moonbeams that hold her
beauty? Can you see her?
	Ahh, but I do. Each flower, each song, each twinkling star is 
her. And I love her.
	But there is no time for that now. I have something else to 
say. Do you wish to listen? Then come close, I have much to tell,
though I have to be frank, this tale isn't short. You say you still 
want to listen? Well then sit down and watch my tired lips, for
they have an eternity of stories to tell...


	It seems like forever has passed since that day, the day that
I loved for the first, and last time. Of course, back then I was 
foolish, I was ignorant, I was a year younger.
	It had been a wonderful calm, crisp autumn day. The sky was
clear and sunny, the air warm enough to walk outside without a jacket.
But then, I didn't really care.
	Everyday was like any other, a pointless journey, another 
milestone closer to death. I had been walking in the Juuban district
of Tokyo, a very busy part of town. Crowds of people clumped together, 
their little cliques wandering the streets. Young lovers brushed by me
foolishly, absorbed in their airy talk of love, leaving me disguisted.
And perhaps a little jealous.
	I walked farther, trying to avoid any human contact whatsoever.
To ensure my lonliness, I dug my hands into my pockets and lowered my
head, trying to avoid any eye contact. 
	I wanted to be alone.
	But of course, being my luck, it didn't last. I heard someone
calling behind me, yelling at the top of her lungs, but did I bother
turning around? No.
	That didn't stop her though, the poor girl. She ran after me,
ducking through the crowds, trying to catch up to my quickening pace.
She continued to call my name though I still ignored her feverous cries.
	Somehow, the girl had fought her way through the people and 
found me. She smiled and immediately hung her hand on my arm. I looked
at the small hand attached to me dryly, feeling very tired of this, 
this game. The girl smiled again though I kept a stern face.
	"Mamoru-kun." She purred. "Where have you been? I've called 
your apartment at least five times." I tried to force a smile, 
though it probably looked like a cringe.
	"Oh really Rei-chan? I wasn't home." I lied. Actually, I was, 
but for some reason, I didn't want to answer. 
	Maybe because I knew it wasn't her.   
	No, no. Don't get the wrong idea. I wasn't cheating on Rei,
though at the time, I wouldn't have really cared if I did. She was a
good kid, like a little sister, but I knew she thought it was more. I 
could see it on her face. Every flip of her long black hair, every 
twinkle in her dark violet eyes, they were meant for me. And it 
bothered me.
	Rei had started up a conversation of some sort, some mindless
babble that I was accustmed to know. She spoke of petty things, things
like chores, friends, her ojii-san. Things I would never have.
 	My mind was in a whirlwind, caught half-way between fiction and
reality, and I was having a hard time distinguishing the two. Rei
continued to drawl on, not even noticing the glazed look in my eyes. 
And I, lost in my own universe, did not notice the lovely blush that 
had risen up in Rei's face.
	Maybe, if life was different, I could have fallen for Rei. 
There were many reasons to, she was loving, beautiful, proud, things
that I often found intriguing, if not interesting.  
	Maybe, that's why I let her stay so long, unlike the others who
were selfish, cruel and deceptive.
	Maybe, I just trusted Hino Rei.
	But certainly, I didn't love her. She was someone to like, to
admire, but never someone to love. I just couldn't do that to her, 
burden her with my love. It is too deadly for Rei, too strong for Rei
to hold.
	I don't know how long Rei and I walked, I really can't 
remember. It's sad, it's one of those moments that I wish I could 
remeber. A frame of my life that I want to hold and say "See this is
me, before all this happened."
	But of course I can't. The moment has passed. Already I talk 
too much about this moment, I'm sorry, forgive me but I have much on my
mind.
	But then again, I lie once more. I do remember, just I do not 
care to recollect. But the memory is here, so I must retell it.
	All that I remember now is that I dropped Rei off at her 
Temple, where she lived. She was some sort of priestess in training 
though I must admit, I never really cared. It seemed like another
pointless piece of information in a pointless relationship.
	Rei and I walked up the stairs and I said goodbye quietly.
She nodded, but Rei didn't let go of my arm.
	"Rei-chan, what are you doing?" I asked, looking at her hand
clutching my arm. The sun was setting, creating a hazy pink atmosphere.
She blushed, but did not let go.
	"Mamoru-kun..." She whispered drawing close. That look again,
it haunts her face once more. I didn't like it.
	"Rei-chan...please." I pleaded, but she shushed softly. Her 
arms wrapped themselves around my neck, making me confused. 
	"Rei-chan?"
	She answered with a kiss. I'd like to say it was magical, that
sparks were made, but then it wouldn't be true. Then again, I could,
since I am a liar, but for now, I'll tell the truth.
	I felt nothing, my lips pressed coldly against hers, as she 
desperately forced her swollen lips on mine. Her hands ran along my 
back, while mine stayed still. I was paralysed.
	"Mamoru-kun...what's wrong? Don't you care?" She asked, 
breaking away from the meaningless kiss. I looked away, not wanting to
hurt the poor girl. "Mamoru-kun..." She whispered, "...I love you."
	I tried, I really did, but the words wouldn't come out, their
owner was not there. Rei looked in my face hungrily, wanting to devour
the affections that would never come. 
	All that I know is that Rei left. We didn't break up, but she
just...left. I made her, though really, it wasn't my fault.
	It was love.
	Love that I never felt for her. Sometimes, I regret that I 
could never say the words. But they didn't belong to Rei. They 
belong to *her*.
	I wonder on occasion if Rei cried when I left the Temple that
day. I wonder if she felt pain in her heart for not hearing those
three words escape my lips. I wonder if she still loves me.
	I would like to think otherwise.
	From that day on, Rei called me less and less. At first, it
was a great relief, not having to hear her chipper voice clutter my
messages on my answering machine. But eventually, I missed it.
	And again, I was alone. Because of *her*.
	I used to cry myself to sleep, you know. It's not something I'm
proud of. I'd soak my pillow like a small child who cries into his
pillow because he was scared of his dreams. I was scared of not having 
dreams.
  	My dreams were all I had left in this pathetic existence that
I called life. They were the only thing that seemed to matter anymore.
What else was there anyway? I had no one, my parents dead, leaving 
me no brothers or sisters, no aunts or uncles, I was an orphan.
	And I stayed an orphan, an orphan from society. I wanted no 
one, and they didn't want me. The only thing left was my dream, the 
only real possession I had. 

	Wait a minute, let me clear my throat. Okay, I'm done. You 
say you have a question? What about the girl I really love, who is 
she you ask? My you are an impatient one! I will come soon to that,
just let me continue.

	Rei and I still dated on occasion, I think I did it to make up
for all the pain I caused. But she kept on smiling, kept on pretending
that something magical was between us. I really wished she hadn't.
	That day was the beginning of the end for me, a day that
changed everything for me. It was the day that I met her.
	I had been waiting on the street for Rei who had gone in 
some sort of woman's boutique, a place I rather not be seen in. Instead
I stood outside, laying casually by the store entrance.
	Still today, I thank God that I didn't blink, or I might have
missed her. She ran down the street like a tornado, knocking down
whatever lay in her path. Including me.
	I didn't do it on purpose, it just sort of happened. I had
stood up from the wall, ready to stroll around to another store. But
to my mistake, it was the same time that the female tornado roared by.
And collapsed on top of me.
	I was surprised, if not a bit angry at this girl. She had
humiliated both me and herself in front of a large crowd of people 
afterall.
	The blonde haired girl got up lazily off my chest, her face
as red as a ripe cherry. She brushed the blue pleated skirt that
she wore, trying to compose herself.
	And then, it happened.
	I can't quite explain it, even today. It was as though a whole 
sea of feelings was dumped into my heart as I laid eyes on the blonde
haired vixen who knocked me to the ground.
	She offered her hand to me, still red as ever. "I'm sorry, I'm
sorry. I never saw you. Will you please forgive me! How about I 
treat you to a milkshake?" She asked, her blue eyes pleading for a yes.
I nodded sliently and grabbed the small hand in front of me. The 
girl helped me up, her sapphire blue eyes searching my face.
	"Good. My name is Tsukino Usagi." She said warmily. It was 
nice, that voice of hers, so caring and peaceful, I loved that sound.
	"I'm Chiba Mamoru." I answered. She smiled pleasently, another
wonderful charm she held.
	"Nice to meet you, Mamoru-kun."
	"No please, call me Mamo-chan." I told her. I realize now that
it must have been awkward for Usako to call me by such an endearing
name. But I wouldn't let her call me Mamoru-kun, everyone called me
that. But then, she was different.
	"All right..." She said quietly. I smiled, something I had not
done in a long time. It must have pleased Usako, because she smiled 
too.
	The walk there was...bliss. I never remembered anything feeling 
so magical. I hung onto every word, every breath that Usako made. She
was so different than the others. She was wise in her own way, but
still very childish. She loved to squeal, something that I had hated
before, until I heard Usako do it. Her squeals were like music.
	I could tell you every little detail about that afternoon. The 
way the sun reflected off her golden hair, the way her eyes lit up 
when I said I'd buy her an ice cream. Everything is burned into my 
mind.
	I spent three hours with Usako, sitting in that little ice
cream shoppe. And no, I wasn't bored. In fact, I wish she could have
stayed longer, though regretably, my dear Usako had to leave.
	"I have a ton of homework to do." She informed me, "And my
parents expected me home ages ago."
	"I'm sorry." I said, but she simply shook her head.
	"No, it's not your fault. I wanted to stay...with you." The 
world seemed to stop, she actually liked me? It was too incredible to
believe. "I just hope that I didn't bore you."
	"Me? No, not for a second." I told her. She looked up at me,
her big blue eyes peering into my face. I love those eyes.
	We stood up from the small booth that we had sat in. I paid
for both of our desserts, though Usako had tried to convince me to
let her pay. 
	We walked outside, almost awkwardly, as if we didn't know
how to say goodbye, something that I never wanted to say to her. 
	"Thank you for tonight, Mamo-chan." She whispered, her hand
running across my cheek. Again, the feelings rushed in. Her touch is
like a drug, addictive and sweet. I smiled softly, putting my hand
along her slim waist.
	"Usako..." I muttered. Her name, I could whisper it over and
over again like a sacred prayer.
	"Mamo-chan..."
	My lips brushed against the soft skin of Usako's cheek, causing
a red stain to appear where my lips touched. I smiled comfortably, not 
letting her go. She reached up to her cheek, feeling the spot where I
had kissed her. She held it there for a second, as if to say she
did not know what to do next.
	Usagi's smokey eyelashes fluttered as she held her hand to her 
cheek. And then, like some wonderful dream, Usagi, my Usako, bent 
foreward and...
	She kissed me.
	Her plush red lips forced themselves onto mine. But unlike 
before, unlike all those other times with other women, I kissed her
back, just as needy, just as passionately.
	She tasted like honey and wine, and I was drunk with pleasure
as I kissed Usagi's swollen lips. I hungrily kissed harder, pushing
myself further into Usako. I ran my hands along her body, my fingers
exploring her clothed flesh. Usako's delicate fingers ran through the
wild mane I called my hair, feeling each strand as though they were a
sacred treasure.
	I can't tell you how long we stood there, like two molds of
flesh mashing into one another. Though I can say that it wasn't long
enough. 
	When our sweet kiss eneded, Usagi again blushed a crimson hue,
a colour on her pale face that I was getting used to. I let go of her  
small body slowly, if not unwillingly. She smiled, and put her hand to 
her lips slowly, as if not believing just what had happened.
	"Mamo-chan..." She whispered again. God, how I love the sound
of her voice. "...I have to go." Usako started to rush away, breaking
the comfortable warmth that once laid there.
	"Usako!" I cried out, "Don't leave, please!" But she didn't
stop, and kept running down the street, getting lost in the crowds of
people. "Usako." I said again to myself, more pitfully. "I love you..."

	Ahhumph. Excuse me, but my throat is getting dry. Do you have a 
glass of water? Oh good, thank you...Ahh, much better. I'm sorry, but
that's one of the set back of storytelling, your throat always gets 
dry.
	Anyway, that is all I can say for today. My throat still hurts,
or maybe it's love again. Who knows... 


So tell me what you think, and send any comments, questions or flames
to mishikawaii@mailexcite.com
See ya...hahaha!