#usaseiya

He couldn’t help but to be curious- and by curious he really meant jealous and unsure.

Mamoru wasn’t a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination and he knew the draw Usagi had on people. The way she drew people in, the way she brought hope to anyone even in their darkest of moments. He had seen the way Seiya had looked at her which left him wondering if there had been more between them than anyone was telling him. He couldn’t help but to wonder- he didn’t doubt her, but she had not not yet spoken on it herself. And that was what worried him, despite it all.

It was late one night and Usagi was stretched out on the couch beside him, her head laying comfortably on his lap, his hands absently stroking the golden strands of her hair. “Usako…” He trailed off and looked down at her, eyes met by one of her brilliantly blue ones, her stare quizzical. “I…” He sighed, giving his head a little shake, unable to find the words to say. This would not be the first time he’d been jealous over someone else’s attraction to his girlfriend, and he supposed it would not be the last. But something about this one felt different to him… Though what it was he could not put a finger on it. He knew, as he always had, that he trusted Usagi but things had been different this time than they had any time before. This time he had never been there, he had been dead, he’d been literally gone. There was no discovering her with Seiya, as he had done with Haruka years before. And Haruka was her loyal guardian, not a soldier from another planet, another galaxy, with her own princess to protect. “What happened while I was away?” Suddenly the words came gushing from his mouth and he hated himself for it, but knew he had to ask, had to know so the jealousy and the curiousity would stop eating away at him. Usagi opened her other eye and sat up, turning to fully face him then, pushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

She should have known such a question was bound to come from him at some point, quite frankly she was surprised it’d taken so long for him to ask. She couldn’t be mad at him for asking, for wondering… Wouldn’t she wonder the very same thing, had their roles been reversed? But, the thing was, she really wasn’t sure how to answer him. What had happened between her and Seiya while Mamoru was gone? Nothing, yet everything. Flashes of Seiya drifted through her mind- the moment they first met, the moment of their first battle, when she had listened to her song, of the kiss to her cheek. So many moments between them, but they were all just memories now. Every touch from Seiya had reminded her of Mamoru. Seiya had helped her through a time of isolation, of sadness, one that she had tried to shoulder alone, without even the support of her faithful friends. She had thought herself strong enough to face things alone but in truth she couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything alone. “Seiya…” It was now her turn to stumble, to be unable to find the right words to say. “Seiya helped me go on,” she finally answered, turning back to look him in the eyes, his dark blue eyes somber. “When I never heard from you, I was so lost, I was so sad… Seiya she… She helped me find my way again.”

I also ship Usagi/Mamoru.