Usagi and Mamoru:The After Math
By: Sailor Peace
Email: SaySayseb@aol.com
I would like to say thank you to anyone who emailed me. I accidentally
erased all my email trying to delete junk mail. I hate that stuff! Anyways!
Sorry CH. 2 is soo short, but this week has been hectic with end of school
exams and all. Also Sorry it took so long to get here. This is rated PG-13
b/c it is sad and intended for maturer readers. Next week’s chapter will be
longer. See ya- Sailor Peace :O)
Japanese Names-American Names:
Chiba Mamoru- Darien Shields
Tsukino Usagi- Serena Tsukino
Hino Rei-Raye Hino
Aino Minako-Mina
Kino Makoto-Lita
Mizuno Ami-Amy Anderson
Tenoh Haruka-Uranus-Corrin
Kaioh Michiru-Neptune-Nerissa
Hortura-Saturn
Meioh Setsuna-Pluto-Celia
Tsukino Kenji-Ken Tsukino
Tsukino Ikuko-Ilene Tsukino
Tsukino Shingo-Sammy Tsukino
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Sailor Moon, although I wish I did.... YEAH and I
also wish every guy I know were as cute as Mamo-chan, but that didn’t come
true!!!!
Speaking of wishes, I think everyone should read ‘BigWish’ by Lilac Summers.
I just finished it and loved it all. See ya next week! ( I hope!) SAILOR
PEACE

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Usagi and Mamoru: The After Math Chapter 2
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Usagi awoke to the sound of people talking. She remembered she was in
Mamoru’s apartment and immediately guessed it was the girls in the living
room. She lifted herself slowly off the bed. She didn’t really want to face
the girls, so she put her ear to the doorway to listen in. * Sure! * she
thought. * Mamo-chan was easy to deal with, but he doesn’t know me as well
as the girls yet. I’m sure they already know something’s up. WAIT! What did
Rei just say? * She jerked her head back from the door. * Oh No! That PYRO
better not be telling Mamo-chan what I think she is! * She thought and
turned her head back to the door.

//In the living room//

“What did you just say Rei?” Mamoru asked in a quiet, disbelieving voice.
Rei gulped once more and looked around the room, her eyes pleading for help
in explaing the situation. Ami noticed this and begave to give a subtle, yet
clinical explanation.
“Mamoru-san...What Rei is trying to say is that Usagi is....well she suffers
from bipolar illness...” she whispered, then looked at Mamoru’s confused
gaze. She sighed. Makoto took over the explantion for a while.
“She’s got an illness that can also be called manic depression. She never
really got over the death of her father and she thinks it’s her fault...and
she’s becoming her mother...” Makoto whispered. “Shingo told us that he
overheard his grandparents talking about it once. They were worried that
Ikuko-san wasn’t capable of taking care of herself and her kids. They said
something about her having depressive episodes as a teenager before she
married Kenji-san.” She paused and looked at the others for help, like Rei
had done. Minako took over.
“ He did some research and found out his mother was put in a mental
institution about ten years before Usagi was born. She got out three years
before Usagi came along and did fine until he was about ten. He remembers he
and Usagi had to live with their grandparents for about a year. That’s when
he overheard everything. He’s afraid Ikuko-san will need to be placed in a
mental institution...” Mamoru glanced at the girl’s faces to see if all they
had said was true. They all nodded sadly at him.
“Well what does this mean for Usako?” he asked. “She seems normal. I haven’t
noticed anything wrong with her!” he said and looked at the girls. “Well she
did make up with me quicker than I’ve ever seen her do, it was almost as if
she was *too* bubbly....and she has cried a lot more lately, but it wasn’t
THAT bad!” Amy took over in explaining once more.
“In major depression or the depressed phase of bipolar illness, a depressed
mood predominates, although the patient may not be aware of feeling sad.
Typically, he or she loses all interest in and withdraws from usual
activities. In the manic phase of bipolar illness, the patient's mood can be
elevated, expansive, or irritable.¤” She said quickly, trying to get it all
out. All the girls, even Mamoru looked at her confused, so Setsuna
translated. She and the outers had kept quiet for most of the meeting.
“What Ami-chan means is that in the current state of Usagi-chan’s illness,
her depressed mood prevails, although she may not think she’s sad. Usually,
depression patients lose all interest in stuff they usually do, like school
work and after school activities, social functions, etc. In the manic stage
of the disease, her mood’s can be either VERY bubbly, spaced out, or
irritable.” The mysterious time senshi finished. She never abandoned her
post at the time gate, unless for emergencies, which this OVER-qualified as.
She knew that if something wasn’t done, then the future’s balance lay on the
line. Minako looked confused at the last statement and Makoto summarized.
“That means when she’s angry it’ll be ten times as bad. When she’s bubbly,
it’ll be like she overdosed on prozac, and when she’s spaced out, well let’s
just say it will be a coma with her eyes open.” Minako nodded and looked
over at Mamoru, who stared longingly at his bedroom door.
“Why...why didn’t Usa tell m-me?” he whispered. He turned back to the senshi
and they saw tears in his eyes. “Am I not important to her?!” He asked
raising his voice. He sat on the edge of the couch, scrubbing his hands over
his face, then propped his elbows on his knees, hands still covering his
face. “I’m her fiancee for crying out loud! Don’t I deserve to know?!” he
asked, practically yelling and throwing his hands in the air. “I told her
everything....everything about me....my parents....the
orphanage....EVERYTHING!!!!” he yelled, slamming his fist on the
glass-topped coffee table causing it to shatter. The girls looked on in
shock. Never had they seen Mamoru so angry, at least not at Usagi. Haruka
was the first to speak up.
“Mamoru-san...”she said and sighed, then got up and walked over to him.
“...listen.... Sometimes we don’t tell people things because we love them SO
much that it hurts us...” She said placing an arm around Mamoru and looking
up slightly at Michiru, who had been sitting away from her. “And in Usagi’s
case, she cares more for others than herself. She would rather die than know
she put a burden on you or any of us.” As she spoke, the girls nodded in
agreement.
“Anyway, Mamoru-san, Usagi’s afraid of becoming her mother. Her mom is so
bad off, she will most defianately be put in an institution. It’s too late
for Ikuko-san, and Usagi doesn’t want to end up with her fate...” Ami said.
Makoto got up and walked over to Mamoru and placed an arm around him for two
reasons. A: to comfort him and B: to help Haruka hold him down in case his
anger got the best of him again. “So, she’s been trying to hide it...but
it’s better we caught on now....before it’s too late...” Makoto finished for
Ami.
“Prince, you have to understand that the Princess’s fate determines all of
ours. We must be strong for her, or all will crumble at our feet.” The long
forgotten Hotura said, stepping from behind Setsuna. She never spoke up
until needed. Mamoru looked up at all the caring gazes of the girls. Michiru
stood up and sat beside Haruka.
“They are right Mamoru-kun. Usagi needs us. Even though others may make
mistakes, we make them also...” Michiru said, placing and arm around Haruka,
smiling to say she forgave her. “We must forgive ALL that others may do, if
we expect to be forgiven ourselves.” Mamoru nodded and got up to go check on
Usagi.

//Mamoru’s bedroom//

Usagi had slumped against the door, locked it and been in her own little
world of despair when she heard Mamoru smash the table top. Never, EVER, had
Mamoru been mad AT her. She was so scared. *What if Mamoru never forgives me
for this. I don’t think I could go on living if he didn’t forgive me!* She
cried as she heard someone jiggle the door handle.
“Usako?” He yelled, finding the door locked. “ USA! Why is the door locked?!
Usako!!” he yelled through the door. Usagi cried harder as she heard
Mamoru’s voice. “USA! Please Open up!” he yelled. Usagi just shook her head
and cried.
“No Mamo-chan...I can’t....I can’t keep...” She whispered and grew quiet,
and Mamoru knelt down beside the door.
“You can’t what Usa?!” he asked a little less loudly, motioning for the
senshi to transform.
“Usa? What can’t you do....please baby...answer me...” he whispered through
the door. Usagi was clenching her eyes shut so tight that she didn’t notice
the bright transformation light seep under the doorway. Her fists tightened
as she heard the change in Mamoru’s voice *How can he be so cruel one minute
and so kind the next?* she thought, then grew angry at her conclusion.
“WHY?!” she yelled through the door. “So you can save your pretty little
future world? So after you save poor little helpless Usagi you can be the
hero, who finds another queen and leaves the psycho princess in an asylum?!”
She yelled and stood up by the door. Mamoru pressed his ear against the door
trying to follow her movements. He remembered what Makoto said about anger
being ten times worse.
“Usagi....I could never replace you....I want to help...please Usa...baby?”
he asked.
“That is it, isn’t it Mamoru?!” she yelled and through a vase at the door.
“Isn’t it?!” she yelled waiting for his reply. She ran to his dresser to
grab another object to throw, when she caught a glimpse of herself in his
wall mirror. Before her she saw a pale, ghostly image of a once powerful,
happy girl. Her blond hair was tangled and fell loosely to the floor. Her
clothes were mussed and wrinkled. Her usually shiny, bright, happy face was
now tear streaked and pale...dark circles shadowed her once bright eyes. She
brought a trembling hand up to the mirrors surface and traced along the
image. A frown crept across her face and she slammed her fist into the
mirror, glass cutting her as it impacted. She slumped to the floor and let
out a blood curdling scream.
“Usa?!” Mamoru yelled as he beat the door. “Usa! What happened? What was
that?” He cried. He turned to the senshi. “Girls go to the balcony and keep
her from doing anything irrational....please hurry!” he said as they ran out
the apartment door. He didn’t care if the world saw them leaving his
apartment, as long as Usagi was safe nothing mattered. He turned back to the
door. “Usako....baby...please answer me...I love you so much....I want to
help you...I want to marry you....you mean so much to me...” he whispered.
“I would gladly give my life to ease all your pain, please Usa...let me
in..” he said kneeling by the door. He heard the lock click and Pluto opened
the door. He jumped to his feet and ran into the room. “Where is she? What
happened?!” he yelled pushing through the girls and to the balcony. He held
his breath and prepared himself as he looked over the edge...afraid to find
Usagi’s crumpled body on the street below. But he never did. He felt a hand
on his shoulder and turned to see Uranus pointing to the bathroom door on
the opposite side of the room. He made his way slowly across the room and
opened the bathroom door. Inside Usagi sat, curled up in the bathroom’s
corner, cradling her cut hand in her in the folds of her skirt. Mamoru felt
the deep breath he had been holding since Pluto opened the door whoosh from
his chest as he walked towards Usagi. He stopped about one foot from her and
knelt down so that they were at eye level. He slowly lifted her hand from
her lap and examined it. He ripped part of his shirt off and wrapped her
hand with it. He brought it gently to his lips and kissed it as Usagi looked
up at him. “Don’t leave Usagi...We are going to get you help and then
everything will be back to normal...I promise...” Usagi nodded.
“But things are never normal Mamo-chan...nothing’s normal....” she whispered
and all Mamoru could do to answer was hug her body close to his.

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THE END for this week. Sorry it took so long and that it’s soo short, but I
had to do some research on manic depression. Speaking of which, where Amy
explained’s the illness to Mamoru, I got that off of Microsoft Bookshelf 98¤
I wanted to base this chapter on a part from Dawson’s Creek, so those of you
who are fan’s, that’s my inspiration. Next week it will be much longer since
next week is my first week of summer and no more exams!
Sorry Again, see ya Next week!
Sarah aKa Sailor Peace.
Email at BAMAHOMEQT@aol.com or SaySayseb@aol.com