I actually didn't plan on writing a Mamo Day fic, but I 
was looking through the lyrics for the songs on my 
Jewel CD and I thought this song would be perfect. I 
dunno if this is any good, but I wrote it at 2 AM so 
what does it really matter? How can a song with only 6 
lines of lyrics be 2 min. and 38 sec. long? Think about 
it.

Thanks to TLP for pre-reading this. Um.. this is 
dedicated not to Mamo-chan, but to my best friend. ^^ 
Not like she'll ever read this tho. She hates SM.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, nor do I own "Angel 
Standing By" which is by Jewel off her "Pieces of You" 
CD.
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Angel Standing By
by: BlackIris3
email: blackiris3_chan@yahoo.com
rated: G

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All through the night I'll be standing over you
All through the night I'll be watching over you
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Tuxedo Kamen sat perched on a tree, outside the 
bedroom of a sleeping beauty. Glorious moonlight flowed 
in through her her window, making her hair shine silver 
and lavender; her lips were the palest pink, but full and
beautiful, and her face was white, not a sickly white, 
but that of a natural and lovely pale complexion that 
would have only served to accent the cobalt blue of her 
eyes even more had been open. He loved to watch her, 
especially at night when she slept. He came to gaze at 
her every night, leaving just before dawn to catch a few 
precious hours of sleep before he had to get ready for 
his classes. It didn't matter though, he slept in the 
afternoon, after classes and work was over. 

	Of course, she knew he watched over her every night,
but she never said anything about it. He soaked in her 
radiance, her beauty, and radiated love for her in return. 
Oh, how he loved her. Nothing in the world mattered but 
her. But, alas, the black sky was beginning to lighten to 
blue again, and he knew he had to leave. Silently, he 
slipped the window open and climbed into his beloved's 
bedroom. He walked over to her and kneeled by her bedside.
Then he gently kissed her lips, just enough so he wouldn't 
wake her up, just as he did every night.

He produced a rose, white and pure, and laid it by 
her head on her pillow just as he did every night, so the 
first thing she would see when she opens her lovely eyes 
would be the white, innocent petals of a perfect rose 
bloom. He smiled gently, running a gloved finger over her 
cheek, even with his gloves he could still feel how soft 
and smooth her skin was, silky like a rose petal. He got 
up and left her room, retiring once more to his empty 
apartment to fall asleep to visions of a slumbering fairy 
princess.

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And through bad dreams I'll be right there, baby, 
Holding your hand, telling you everything is all right
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	Usagi was having a nightmare. And, faithful as  
ever, Tuxedo Kamen had rushed in through the window to 
kneel by her bed and hold her hand. He had taken his 
gloves off, so she could feel the warmth of his hands 
as his hands held hers. His fingers caressed her palms 
as he leaned his smooth cheek on hers to whisper how 
much he loved her in her small ear. 

	"Usako, shhhh, it's okay, beloved. Everything's all 
right, Usako, I'm here. I love you, Usako." Usagi 
hesitantly opened her eyes and stared into Tuxedo Kamen's 
smoky blue eyes through his domino mask. He immediately 
detransformed into Mamoru and climbed onto the bed beside 
her, wrapping his strong arms around her and pressed her 
small, frail body against his firm chest. She buried her 
face into his shoulder, weak arms holding onto him with 
surprising strength. 

"Everything's ok now, Usako. Don't be sad, Usako, 
I hate seeing you sad. I'll stay with you until the 
sunrise, beloved. I promise, I won't leave you." Usagi 
turned her face upwards and kissed his cheek, giving 
him a precious smile. She quickly fell asleep and Mamoru 
kept his promise, clutching her delicate hands to his 
chest until the sun rose in the east. Then he kissed her 
and left her a white rose, just as he always did, in the 
same place he always left it, and returned to his 
apartment.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
And when you cry I'll be there 
Telling you you were never anything less than beautiful
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	She thought she was ugly, and dumb, and klutzy, 
and totally unworthy of Mamoru. He shook his head and 
only and only held her tighter as she cried brokenly 
in the protective circle of his arms. "Usako, that's 
not true. Not at all. You're the most beautiful 
creature I've ever laid eyes upon, and you're smart, 
you could get good grades if you really tried, Usako. 
But none of that matters because I love you so much. 
If anything, I don't deserve to be in the presence of 
such a beautiful being. You'll always be beautiful to 
me." 

	Usagi stared at him with watery eyes and a teary 
Smile. She held his handsome face in her hands, "Always
and forever, my beautiful Mamo-chan." Then she gave him
the sweetest, most innocent kiss on the lips. And he 
kissed her hair and told her how wonderful she is, and 
how much he loved her until she fell asleep. The sky 
lightened, Mamoru kissed her and left her a white rose, 
then he became Tuxedo Kamen and left through her open 
window.

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So don't you worry
I'm your Angel standing by 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Mamoru laid in bed, thinking about his princess; 
how he loved her. He had just left her side again, and 
the sun had just finished rising. He closed his smoky 
blue eyes, a slight smile playing across his tired lips.
He rolled onto his side and stared into the photograph 
of them together on his nightstand. Just last night his 
soothing voice, telling her how beautiful and wonderful 
she was, lulled her to sleep as he wiped away her tears. 

	He would do anything for her, be anything for her. 
He'd always be there to stand over her at night, or hold 
Her hand when she had a nightmare, or tell her she's 
beautiful when she cried, because he was her Angel 
standing by. He smiled at that thought, as he slowly 
drifted into slumber. Yes. 
  
He would be her Angel, because she was already his.
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So...? Like it? Hate it? Feedback, people. Only 2 people 
emailed me 'bout my Usa Day fic (thank you Anon and Kari!),
so I'm assuming most of you either hated it, or didn't read
it. Doesn't matter though, I'm revising it anyway cuz I 
thought it sucked too. 

~Iris