Thanks to those who e-mailed me, I won't list there names
because there were sooooooo many. (Nose grows about ten feet.)
Seriously, thank you all who did. Usually I write without anybody
really, except my editor because I can't spell, but I fired because
she changed psychiatric to phyciatric *Sweatdrop*.  Hope you guys
like the story so far, I'm slowly building up with these kind of stories
until I have prepared the world for the madness of
my other stories! Bwahahaha!
~Please e-mail me, I'm a pathetic person on summer vacation, caught
up in e-mail warfare with my father and nothing better to do!~

Title: Let us remember...hmm? Part 3
Author: Enchantress Wyrm (bwendel@svn.net)
Rating:PG to a PG-13
Disclaimer: Me. No. Own. Sailor. Moon. Although. Me.
Hecka. Obsessed. Me. Also. Can't. Spell. Anything. Right.

***Story!***

Incredibly clean.  That was the first impression
Mamoru's apartment gave the senshi, it was so very clean.
Yet, it held a secret beneath the surface.  You could
tell the way that everything seemed to have a place,
but nothing fit in it's place quite right, as if it didn't
want to be there.  The same went for Mamoru.  He looked
as though he *really* did not want to be there.  That
could have been due to the emptiness the apartment
projected, or the fact that he might now be alone
forever do to the choices he had made, but mostly it was
probably because of the four warrior women who looked ready to kill him.
He was right on all acounts.
"Would you guys like something to drink-" Mamoru began.
"Sit." Makoto said, the tone of her voice leaving no room for
argument.
'You wouldn't think this was my apartment by the way
they treat me.' Mamoru thought, reluctantly sitting down
in a chair as the senshi took seat in a row on his couch.
It looked as though he were facing an, odd, jury for a
verdict.  It would have been funny, if it didn't seem as
though they'd all already condemmed him as guilty.
He sighed.  No use beating around the bush.
Except they beat him to it.
"Listen, Mamoru," Minako began surprisingly calm.
'I guess the others don't trust themselves to speak,
even Ami.'  *That* had shocked him very much.  She
usually wasn't one to express how she felt so openly.
Then again, neither did he.  He turned his attention back to Minako.
"Mamoru, it has been apparent for some time now,
that, well. . ." Her words trailed off as she looked to
the others for help.
"You're not fooling anybody." Rei said plainly.
He blinked in false confusion.  "What do you mean?" He
ventured warily.
"This whole charade with Usagi-chan.  You're not fooling
anybody." Minako answered as the others seemed to have
slipped back into just staring at him with hatred filled
eyes.  'Maybe not something as deep as hatred,' Mamoru
pondered. 'More like, disgust, and like I am the stupidest
thing to grace the Earth, mistrust, and . . . pity?' He shook
it off. No one needs to pity him. 'Like I said, I deserve it.'
He put back on his mask he showed the world. "What charade?
What exactly are you guys talking about?" 'There is NO WAY
they could have found out about the dreams. . .is there? Then
again, it *is* thought that Rei has ESP, could she read other
people minds? More importantly, would she?' If she was
really as mad, or disgusted, or whatever it was with him
to practically beat down his door, she might go as far as
beat down the walls to his mind to figure out exactly why
he had left their leader like he had. 'And then repeatedly
throw salt on the wound.' He thought grimly to himself.
"You avoid Usagi like the plague, give her crushing remarks
every time you do see her, say you don't love her, and then
*obviously* pine over her when you think she can't see."
Rei stated, doing nothing to help his fear that she really
*was* reading his thoughts.
He faked anger. "Listen, this is none of your business-"
He began.
"Oh, yes it is." Said Makoto, speaking for the first time
since they came calling. "You're hurting possibly the most
important person in the entire world to us.  I think that
would make it our business." Her voice was devoid of
most emotions except for when she spoke with care about her leader.
He didn't know what to say in response.
"Why?" Ami said so quietly that almost no one heard her.
"Why would you do this to her? I don't have to be the senshi
of love to see: you still care for her."
He leaned back to shadow his face slightly so they couldn't
read his expression. 'Why? So that I can do what I have been
driven to do for a thousand years: protect and consequently
hurt, the one person I have ever loved.'  That wasn't what he
said aloud, though.
"How would you know how I feel? How could any of you even
fathom that you would know how I feel?" He was rightously
angry and let his voice show it. "I don't know why any of you
thought coming here would do any good. I no longer have any
feelings for Usagi, and I wish you would let what happen in
the past stay there, instead of dredging up something that
doesn't exsist any more!" Every word ripped from his throat.
He was talking loudly, and almost missed the small sob that
came from his still open doorway. Unbeknownst to all of them,
Usagi had stood in the doorway of the door they had left conveniently
open in their hurry to kill Mamoru.  She had heard almost all of
the conversation.  Everyone jerked their eyes
to the door in time to see a retreating back, and two long
streamers of golden hair.
"Oh, no! She must have found out from Grandpa where I was!"
Rei moaned.
Mamoru barely heard her. 'No, no, no! I can't take this,
hurting her any more!'
"You inconsiderate-!" Makoto began, rising for her seat
as if to attack him.
"No! Wait, Mako-chan!" Minako and Rei called. "He couldn't
have know she was there when he said that! Please, calm down."
Her expression cooled slightly, then hardened like lava.
"Couldn't have know she was there when he started spewing
lies!" She practically spat. "Come on, let's get out of here,
see if we can go find Usagi-chan." The others rose.
"What do you mean, spewing lies?" Mamoru said carefully.
They all gave him the Look, and then walked out his door,
all except Ami who hung back a little. "Mamoru." She said
as quietly as before. "You can lie to us, and you can lie to
Usagi, but you can't lie to yourself.  In the end, she already
knows what you feel, despite what you say, and despite that,
she will still always love you." Ami paused a second. "When
will you learn to recognize and accept what you feel?" With that,
she walked out of his apartment and quietly closed the door.
He leaned his head back on the chair. 'Recognize what
I feel, accept how I feel about her, what to do-?' His head snapped up.
 'Love: I love her, and maybe that all that needs to matter
right now, phantom menace (AN: couldn't help it!) or no.'
He jumped up from his chair and raced out of his apartment
in pursuit of a love he prayed was still there . . .

That's it for now! Next weeks should tie together
the first chapter with the rest.  I don't know how much
more there will be, maybe two or three more chapters.
I hope to try and incorporate a song in there for good
measure (Get it? Okay, so I'm really good at the really
bad pun thing! What can I say? It's a gift!)
Enchantress Wyrm
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