Valentine Kamen ~ Mamoru to Usagi

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Professor Chiba Mamoru stood waiting over the roof entrance of the dormitories, looking every now and then into the horizon of an ending sunset. With his black and red cape to the casual breeze, he was ever so dramatically reading a newspaper from behind his mask. To be specific, it was actually The Quibbler, and while it might not have been the

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Usagi somehow figured out a plan to get to the rooftop as Sailor Moon and not freeze her butt off.

Take coat off. Transform. Put coat on.

Simple, eh?

A brief pink flash of light could be seen down the hallway as Sailor Moon picked up the winter coat.

She opened the door to the rooftop, not knowing what to expect. Ah, romance... Suddenly, her thoughts ran back to Luna's behavior just before Usagi left the room. There was something off about her, she didn't look happy at all. Sailor Moon sighed, knowing that she'd have to make it up to Luna and do something for her.

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While he wasn't sure how, he could sense that Usagi was near, as soon as she had begun to use her powers. It was just because he was used to telling when spells were being cast nearby, right? Of course, and Usagi was far from discreet with everything else, her using magic should be no different. Nothing special about this girl who eats all my pocky and sleeps through half of my class.

Quickly enough, he tucked away the newspaper and walked over to the edge above the doorway, knocking down some of the snowfall. Had he been acting himself, he might have posed rather suavely, though in trying to pretend being Tuxedo Kamen, he wound up placing his hands on his hips rather awkwardly. Clearing his throat as the door opened, he then spoke as heroically as possible, "You came after all, Sailor Moon."

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"Of course! Why wouldn't I come? It's not every day I actually get a note..." Sailor Moon paused, clearing her throat. "I almost never get a chance to really talk to you because you're always saving me and my cat... I'm just so glad for this chance!"

She was beaming brightly, not noticing that Mamoru seemed to be in an awkward position. (OOC: Usagi may be perspective, but she's dense right now. :D;;; Love blinds.)

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Using the cane that had come with the costume to fly down the few feet there were, which worked somewhat more shakily than with his own, he landed before Sailor Moon with a flare of his cape. Unfortunately, he still hadn't noticed the fact he was still wearing reading glasses over an obviously red eye mask, which had somehow been mixed up between costumes while Usagi had been wrestling with the white dress in his closet a few days back.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Sailor Moon." He turned again, off to the side, swiping his cape over a seemingly empty space. When it lowered again, it revealed a once invisible, wooden table where a somewhat simple dinner was set, "Won't you join me?" It was, of course, the same small table from Mamoru's own room, though it wasn't marked in any telltale way to remember it by. A red rose had been placed in the center, inside a transparent vase.

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She nearly swooned upon seeing the table. Though, oddly enough... there were few things that felt familiar... but still... a dinner with Tuxedo Kamen...! EEE!

"Of course, I will." She giggled. "Oh, you've got a different mask on. Red just for this day? How romantic~!"

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Stopping for a moment, his brow furrowed slightly, remembering there was also another mask. Remaining in character, he brushed the snag off, "Why, yes, Sailor Moon. A red mask for...lovely passion! Lovely passion, for you. Much like....roses, my masks have, many, many complex meanings. White, for purity, to strike down evil. Yellow, for friendship . . . Yes, friendship. If I were helping one of my friends, or your friends, I would wear a yellow mask."

Rubbing the side of his face, he briefly averted his eyes, making an indescribably awful expression he couldn't contain and simply had to hide while facing another direction. Only odango atama could buy this. Noticing the slight blur, he quickly tucked away his reading glasses while making sure his mask stayed on, then took a seat across the table. The most notable item on the menu was the dumplings, as it seemed fitting enough.

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Sailor Moon took the other seat, nearly giddy enough to fall out of it, but she somehow managed to stay on. (???)

"Aaah, you've got dumplings on the menu..." She blinked as she glanced at the menu.

There was just ...something ironic... but of course she couldn't quite place it. Ah, love was blinding her, perhaps? Love? Crush? What was it...?

"So, Tuxedo Kamen... ah, I want to know more about you."

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"I won't lie to you, Sailor Moon," he began, "but I can't reveal everything to you just yet." Casually, he poked the tip of the newspaper sticking out back into the front of his suit, "You can ask, though, I'm sure you have many questions. I'm a man of many secrets." It should be easy, he thought, to keep everything vague because he probably didn't know the answer, except he could pretend it was something he shouldn't discuss instead.

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"Oh." She pouted a little bit. "Well... Ah, were you a prince before?"

She was thinking back to the crystal ball with that interesting scene in it. Ah, that scene. How odd the question came from that.

"Never mind that question. It's too much of a long story behind that... I suppose it's pointless in asking you your real name..."

The dumplings certainly looked delicious, but her stomach was too nervous at the moment.

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"A . . . prince?" His expression wondered just what bizarre conclusions Usagi was making in that head of hers. Then again, she'd apparently been running around her old school as a super heroine just because she could use magic, so he supposed that was par for the course.

Remembering the best way to distract this girl, he reached over and offered one of the dumplings up to her mouth, waving it lightly under her nose from the end of a silver fork. "Perhaps we should simply enjoy our romantic dinner together, Sailor Moon."

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Sailor Moon leaned forwards as if she was going to chomp on the dumplings, "Of course, you're right! Too much rambling, not enough time eating..."

She took a bite of the dumpling and chewed on the piece. "Mmm! This is so good! Did you make this?"

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"Why, yes, I did cook this meal, with my..." Um... Somehow, he managed not to laugh at himself, though it was true enough he tended to cheat a bit while cooking. "...tuxedo cooking powers, of course. It does take some practice." He cracked a grin somewhere between this and how cute it could really be to watch Usagi eat sometimes. "Let's talk about you, Sailor Moon. I'll bet someone as beautiful as you can cook wonderfully. And how's Tuna?"

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Sailor Moon was confused. "Tuna? Fish? But... There's no fish in the dumpling..."

...tuna tuna tuna... Fish! Hmm.

"What do you mean? Tuna?" She thought for a second. "Oh! Did you mean Luna...?"

Weird, he didn't get her name right... but did I really tell him her name...?

"Ah well, about Luna... she seems to be a bit down the last time I saw her. I'm not sure why but she didn't seem to be too happy about the holiday."

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...could have done far worse.Looking somewhat confused himself, the would be Tuxedo Kamen became honestly interested in the cat that he had mentioned rather randomly. Having grown somewhat tired of overemphasizing every other word, he also allowed himself the luxury of relaxing his act a bit

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"I hope you're right..." She replied, rather dazed at the moment.
This feeling was so odd... So familiar and strong as if she had experienced it in another lifetime. Why had she never noticed this? Perhaps, they didn't spend enough time around each other.

Mamoru?

Why did Mamoru just pop in her head...? Did she harbor similar feelings for him? What was going on...?

Was it the so-called love poison that had mingled with the water supply like the other Luna warned everyone about.

"...you know... Something about you feels familiar to me, Tuxedo Kamen. As if we met somewhere before...?"

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"Ah..?"

Mamoru found himself almost startled, thinking about it with his guard down. There was a quick enough excuse. "Well, we have, haven't we? Perhaps, it's because we share the same goals. The feeling of comradery can sometimes make it seem as if you've known someone forever." Actually, though... Did I see this girl before coming here? In Japan, maybe, on the street, or...

They continued their dinner as if it were some natural thing to be eating on a rooftop together under the stars, albeit in the middle of an all but freezing night. Somehow, it never seemed too cold, though time passed a little faster than they realized at first. Mamoru had barely touched his food, though that's not to say Usagi hadn't been fed most of it. "You know, maybe you should go check on Luna soon, even if she might be with Artemis. I don't think youma distract themselves with dinner dates."