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We do not own Sailor Moon in any way whatsoever. At all. Just No. ENJOY THE SHOW.

Author's note: Hi everyone! It's Clarinet Girl~ this is my first story that my wonderful friend michi naki michi helped me with! I hope you all like it, because we really did work hard on it! Enjoy~

Hi! It's michi naki michi! Clarinetgirl created the whole plot and ideas. I'm only the beta/editor lady, bwahaha- so without her, this would be a big pile of... nothing really. We hope you enjoyed it and see you again in our later chapters. c;

"Hey Usagi." Motoki shouted, "You're free to go!" Grabbing her pink bunny printed bag, Usagi headed to the door, "Thanks Motoki-kun! I'll be off then!" She gleefully yelled out as she was halfway out the door. Motoki looked up to say goodbye, but Usagi was long gone. Usagi was elated; almost at the point of skipping with delight. The arcade was running slower than usual, allowing her to get off four hours earlier. She worked from twelve noon to seven at night."I finally get to take my deprived, awaited nap!" Usagi sang, as she twirled; which took much more balance and coordination than the poor girl could handle. She clumsily landed with a thud upon the solid concrete, right onto her bum. Usagi turned her head, from left to right, looking around for anybody who had witnessed what had taken place. Of course no one noticed. The people of Japan were too busy with their own agendas. Besides, who would notice something so normal?

Usagi stood up, giggling as she brushed off her white capris. Usagi looked up the stairs, an exasperated expression on her face. She sighed; her back slightly slumped as she complained, "Why does our apartment have to be on the fifth floor…?"She began to trudge up the staircase, attempting to force her brain into believing that it will be done and over with before she knew it. She continued slowly up the stairs until she finally made it to apartment number twenty six; their apartment. But in that moment, she knew something was off. The door was ajar; and suspecting it was an intruder, she grasped her brooch with her right hand and slowly inched the door open with her left. If it was indeed an intruder, Mamo-chan wouldn't go down without a fight. She entered, slipping cautiously through the door and sprawled onto the floor. In front of her was one of Mamoru's shirt; its dark color standing out in the dimly lit room upon the stiff, wooden floor. That's not like Mamo-chan one bit. He hates a mess… and not to mention the closed curtains.' Usagi silently remarked, growing more and more worried by the second. She gripped the brooch harder to her chest. She proceeded to the living room soundlessly, expecting the room to be in shambles. She was surprised to find everything alright and in place; that was before she spotted a bright, orange spaghetti strap tank top on one of the chairs. 'I don't own anything like this. It looks a bit used though. Did Mamo-chan leave this out for me?' she wondered. Confused, Usagi heard rustling in the room from the next room; their room. Her mind came back to the current situation, 'The intruder!' Quite ignorant, Usagi didn't piece the evidence of the "intruder" together. She put her back against the walls of the corridor and slid silently to the bedroom. She placed an ear upon the closed quarters, hoping to hear anything vital about this person's intention.

And she did. From a woman.

"You look much better without a shirt on."

Usagi didn't know what to think; she was more confused than ever. When she entered, Mamoru's undershirt was laid out in front of her and then in her mind there was that odd, blindingly bright orange tank top that was obviously worn by someone with a much larger chest. 'Wait.' She put a hand to her head, 'A larger… chest…and Mamo-chan's shirt? And a woman…" Usagi shook her head in a frantic manner, 'There's no way! It can't be! Mamo-chan shouldn't be home yet!" But the woman's voice from behind her door confirmed her worst fear.

"Kiss me, Mamoru-sama."

"Stop right there."

The rustling behind the door halted in an instant. Usagi loosened the grip she had on her brooch, knowing now that it wasn't needed for this. She opened the door, her face void of emotions as she observed what was in front of her. There they were, her "Mamo-chan" and that woman; her long auburn hair splayed onto the bed as Mamoru sat up, eyes wide with shock. Struck with guilt, Mamoru clumsily rolled out of the bed. He kicked the sheets away and planted his right foot onto the floor. Usagi watched him move his left foot as it got caught between the excess sheets; tripping him and propelling him down onto the ground in front of her.

She wasn't angry.

She wasn't even distressed.

Usagi didn't feel anything.

And yet, the tears began to pool in her eyes.

She turned to the door and closed her eyes; sending a streak of tears down her cheek.

She didn't want to see anything.

Anything related to him.

Anything related to the two of them.

Anything related to her and Mamoru.

Usagi started to laugh. It was a empty soulless sound that would make even the strongest man weak at the knees. She looked over at the half-naked girl on the bed. The slut looked at her and in that moment, Usagi recognized her, She was some girl in Shingo's class, so she would only be fifteen or sixteen. Usagi was disgusted, how could the 'love of her life' use a young girl like this? Pity filled her. Pity for herself, that girl, or her future, she didn't know, but it was there. She looked back at Mamoru and he had gotten his pants on, but they weren't buttoned. "Usako, listen-" Her eyes flashed red at the pet-name she was given so many years ago. "No. Just...no. Mamoru Chiba I have known you for a millennium, and to say the least, I'm not surprised." He looked a little hurt from the last comment, but she didn't care. She turned around and walked out of the bedroom. She didn't look at anything. She just kept walking. She got to the door and grabbed the handle. "Serenity, please just let me explain." Usagi didn't turn around, "Explain what Endymion? That you have been fucking around with other girls? We had so much to stay together for, did it mean anything?" she said, confusion in her voice. What could she do now? Her whole life was based on being with Mamoru. What would she do now? She was out the door and down the steps now, sprinting like her life depended on it. This usako didn't plan on stopping.