Disclaimer: Do we really need these things? I didn't think so. So then, why does everyone have them? Will someone PLEASE tell me the answer????

Iie: no

Hai: yes

Arigato: thank you

Daijobu?: are you okay?

Aishiteru: i love you

Nani?: what?

Shimatta: shit

Gomen ne: sorry





She watched him sitting on the couch from a distance, her eyes never straying from his figure. The lights were low in the club and she knew she was safe, he would never see her and she continued to stare at him, occasionally taking sips from her drink.

Her heart twisted as she saw a pretty girl put her arm around his shoulders and she looked away at the sight. "You see? He is a flirt, a player as they say. You don't deserve someone like him for his love is fake. Look, that girl is kissing his neck," her companion said "Iie, I do not want to see anymore. I have seen enough," she said, her voice hoarse and her throat aching with unshed tears.

The companion smiled, satisfied at the way things were going. Soon she would succeed and her smile became wider, eviler. She decided to give it one more push, wedge the pain in a little more, "Are you sure you do not want to stay? Stay and watch his betrayal so that when you confront him you will have all the evidence you need to throw at him and get rid of him."

"Hm, that's not a bad idea. Maybe I could confront him now," the second girl wondered. "Iie! I mean, that would not be a good idea. He might embarrass you in front of all these people. Who knows how far his cruelty goes."

"I do not want to know but wait, if he can have his fun then why can't I? It's only fair that if he can go behind my back with other girls, I can flirt with some guys. Thank you Winnie for bringing me here, but I think I can handle things from here. A girl's gotta have some fun, right?" and with that Usagi walked away from her classmate and began dancing on the dance floor.

Winnie nodded her head and smiled sweetly at Usagi but as she watched the girl walked away she snarled. Things weren't supposed to go like this. That brat better not get his attention she thought.

Becoming a new student in Usagi's class had been no problem for her. All she had to do was befriend the gullible girl and then casually mention that she had seen Mamoru, her boyfriend, yes? at the local club. Winnie smiled as she remembered the exchange between the two.

The brat had been quite reluctant and Winnie had finally convinced her to come and now, here they were and things had been going quite well until that brat had decided to 'have some fun.' Humans were such foolish creatures, she thought and then she smiled at a thought. Things just might work out. If Mamoru saw his girlfriend dancing with all those guys then he might believe that she had betrayed him. Yes, that would be excellent, she thought whacking a drunken man who had thought he could make a pass at her. Her master would be pleased with her accomplishments.

Meanwhile, a man with silky black hair sat with a frown on his face. Motoki should have been here by now, he thought. He had received a note yesterday from his friend asking him to come here as a favor. What kind of favor, he had no idea but Motoki was a good friend of his and he didn't mind suffering a night at a club for him. But now, he was beginning to regret ever coming here. The girls all had hormonal problems! At least three girls had tried picking him up, he could've sworn guys did that, and now this one girl had decided to sit herself down next to him.
"Hey, handsome, what are you doing here all alone?" she asked, a sultry smile gracing her red lips.

"Enjoying the scenery, what do you think?" he was in no mood to play games and his patience was wearing thing.

"Oh someone has had a rough day," she twined her arms around him and moved her body closer, whispering in his ear, "I could make it better, if you'd like."

"Arigato, but if I had wanted a good pick-me- upper I would have never come here in the first place."

"You need a good drink."

This woman was simply not giving up. He was about to pull away when a figure on the dance floor caught his eye. It was a girl and she looked so familiar to him. Wearing a short dress that hugged her figure tightly, she danced with the many men surrounding her. He tried to get a better look at her but there were too many people in his way and he finally just stood up, causing the woman who was hanging on him to fall onto the couch on her face. He smirked at the sight but then focused his attention on the girl. Finally he had a better look at her as people moved and he was shocked to see her hair tied up in two odangos.

"Usako?" he whispered and watched as she swayed to the rhythm of the music. She teased and tantalized as she moved her body and when one man placed his hands at her waist and she allowed it, he growled low in his throat, anger curling upwards through his body.

Usagi was not having any fun. She didn't mind the dancing but she did mind the groping. Men simply cannot keep their hands to themselves, she thought as she moved a man's hands from her waist and continued to dance with him. Normally she would have been outraged at so bold a move but now she welcomed it. She knew *he* was watching and she hoped she was making his blood boil. He deserved it.
All of a sudden two hands grabbed her waist and turned her around. She was not surprised to see the harsh blue eyes of her boyfriend. She was, after all, expecting this reaction.

"Hello Mamoru, didn't know you'd be here," she said with a cool and carefree ease.

"Usa, I could say the same thing," he replied coldly, hurting at the fact that she had used his whole name.

What had he done? "Tell me, how did you get past the bouncer at the door? And what is with this nose ring?"

"Now, now, a girl's got to have her secrets."

"Usa, stop playing these games," he said menacingly, "Why are you here?"

"I shouldn't have to tell you anything," she said throwing back her head and looking up at him, "Can't I have some fun too?"

"What are you talking about?" he would have said more when a couple bumped into them.

"Hey, hey, if you're not gonna dance, don't crowd the floor. Go get a room and talk there," the man said, annoyed.

"Gladly." Mamoru bit out and grabbed Usagi's hand and pulled her off the floor. Ignoring her protests he went into one of the many spare rooms the club had.

Two narrowed eyes watched the couple go into the room and when the door shut, curses broke from her mouth. Shimatta, that was not supposed to happen. No matter, she thought, I will destroy them, no mercy.

He closed the door behind them and then faced her, leaning against it, his arms crossed. "Now, what is this all about?"
"What do you mean, what is this all about? I was just having some fun, danc-"

Frustrated, he grabbed her shoulders, "Dancing with guys, yes I saw. My question is why?"

"My question is why did you have girls hanging all over you?" she asked sharply, sparks shooting out of her blue eyes.

He looked taken aback by her question and then narrowed his eyes, "Nani? What does this have to do with anything?"

She gasped, outraged, "Are you serious? You having girls all over you is a minor issue but me dancing with guys is something the world has to stop for? I cannot believe you! Men! All of you are so egotistical!"

Mamoru was confused at the bizarre turn things had taken. "What are you trying to say Usa?"
She placed her hands on his chest and stood on her toes, "What I'm saying is, those women had no right to even lay a hand on you. I admit it, I was jealous seeing you sitting there a girl hanging on you because you, Chiba Mamoru, are mine and no one else's."

With that she kissed him taking him completely by surprise. He didn't mind it at all, oh no, he welcomed her sweet lips, it was just that he'd never imagined his girlfriend could be so...possessive. However all thoughts scattered when her nails curled slightly against his chest. One arm brought her closer to him while his hand found itself in her soft hair.

"Kawaii Usako," he breathed between their kisses and was delighted when he heard her sigh happily as she began to literally melt against him. He himself would have been on the floor by now had it not been for him leaning against the door. He broke away gently and looked into her face. "Never thought you would act the possessive girlfriend, Usako."

She hmphed and tilted her nose up, "You brought out this side of me."

"And I'm glad that I did," he replied brushing his lips once more against hers. "Now, what is with this nose ring?" he asked, tapping her nose lightly.

She giggled and pulled it off. "Clip-on. I don't think I could stand the pain of the real thing."

He chuckled and hugged her. "Usako, the famous Sailor Moon, afraid to get a nose ring," he laughed harder when she hit him on the chest and glared at him, "But that's okay, I love you just the way you are. By the way, why did you come here in the firs-" he was interrupted by a scream outside their door.

He grabbed Usagi and opened the door to see people running everywhere trying to get out of the club. A youma stood in the middle of the floor, trying to zap people.

"We have to transform!" Usagi yelled over the screams and Mamoru nodded his head in agreement. By the time they had finished transforming and stood behind the youma, everyone had left (AN: let's just say those people knew how to make a quick exit ^_^) leaving the club empty except for the three of them.

"Hey, you, ugly! Over here!" Sailor Moon yelled.

The youma whirled around and smiled as she saw the two. "Usagi, finally. I was wondering when you and your lover boy would appear."

Sailor Moon gasped as she recognized the voice and the use of her name. "Winnie?"

"No you silly girl, Winnie was just a disguise. I am Winara and I shall destroy you both!"

She shot a ball of energy at her but Tuxedo Kamen flew into Sailor Moon, pushing them both out of the way.

"Drats! Your cape boy is quick but no matter, now that I have you both here I will finish you!"

With sudden insight, Sailor Moon realized the youma's plan and she stepped away from Tuxedo Kamen.

"You brought me here on purpose didn't you?" she yelled, "You wanted me to see Mamo-chan here, didn't you? I knew there was something about you!"

"Yes, you gullible girl! It was so easy to bring here. Too easy. And that note to your lover boy. He believed it so quickly. You two are such bakas!"

Comprehension dawned on Tuxedo Kamen and he looked at the youma, "You were the one who sent me that note? Why go through such great lengths to bring us here?"

"Because, you fool, love is a sickening thing! It should have no place anywhere! It should not exist! And you two, with your love that 'transcends all time' as my master put it, had to be obliterated!"

"Never!" Sailor Moon yelled but just then Winara shot another beam of energy, hitting Sailor Moon and throwing her backwards causing her to skid against the floor.

"Sailor Moon!" Tuxedo Kamen yelled, his heart jumping to his throat. He turned back to the youma who was laughing gleefully and his eyes burned with pure hatred as he aimed a rose. He threw it straight at Winara and it hit her between the eyes killing her instantly.

He quickly ran to Sailor Moon, sliding to his knees beside her. He checked for her pulse and found a steady one. He shook her slightly. "Sailor Moon, wake up!"

"Mamo-chan?" she asked weakly, opening her eyes.

"Hey baby, I'm so glad to see those beautiful baby-blue eyes of yours," he said kissing her forehead softly. He held her up against his chest, the two both on their knees. All of a sudden Usagi burst into tears and Mamoru tilted her face up.

"Usako, Daijabu?"

"Hai, Mamo-chan, it's just that I'm so sorry for all of this."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I was the one who caused all of this. I listened to Winnie and believed her when she said that she saw you acting like a flirt and then I had to come and see myself so I got a fake ID and then I got jealous when I saw you sitting there with this girl draped all over you so I decided I would make *you* jealous by dancing with the guys on the dance floor," she took a deep breath and continued, "Oh Mamo-chan none of this would have ever happened if I hadn't doubted our love for each other! I'm so sorry, you must think me a bad girlfriend for having so little faith in you. Gomen ne."

"Usako?"

"Yes, Mamo-cha-" she couldn't continue for he had covered her lips with his. Pure energy shot through both of them as he tilted her head against his shoulder and continued to explore her mouth. One of his hands took a hold of hers and he intertwined their fingers, the action nearly causing Usagi to cry from the sweetness of it (AN: hmmm, does this remind anyone of a familiar pic??? ^_~)

"Aishiteru Usako," he said after breaking away. He placed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, his lips forming a smile. "Usako, I don't blame you for anything, it was that witch that had started it all. I would have done the same things you did if she had told me something like that about you. So don't blame yourself, love, it's not your fault. I will always love you."

He brushed his lips against hers in a tender caress and hugged her close.

"Mamo-chan?"

"Hm?"

"I need relationship therapy."

He chuckled, and kissed her nose. "You are perfect, Usako. Don't ever change."

And the two stayed there, still on their knees, Usagi's head tucked in beside Mamoru's neck, the disco ball spinning lazily above them, flashing it's silver lights.

~*~*The End*~*~

Well, there you have it, I tried revising it. I do have some ideas in mind, however. For example, whooo is that master that was mentioned a couple of times? I hear the word 'sequel'!. E-mail me at patchkhan1@hotmail.com and thanks for reading!
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