Its nice being alive, don't you agree? And yes, the penname has been changed. We are, however, still the ones of ff-anime-AM-sp0rks. And yes, Single 27 was the original name, but I renamed it because originally, S27 was just a make-shift name just so I could post. I was eager. And I did revise tidbits, but barely. For those who already read the first chapter, don't worry about rereading - it won't hurt to just skip it.

I named my summary. Reader, meet Mary-chan. Mary-chan, meet reader.

Mary-chan: As one of Tokyo's finest wedding planners, Tsukino Usagi has a clientele that seems to grow as each moment passes. Attractive, sweet, clever and highly successful, one has to wonder why her record of failed relationships seems to be as long as her list of her customers.

Notice:
1) There was a lot of involvement of small details that were unnecessarily made. Though it may not seem much, names and business names mentioned in this fic of characters are based of their personality and being. If you'd like, you could refer to the authors note at the wayyy end to see how it all links.
2) This is AU.
3) The fic will be entirely on Usagi's view, which is first POV.

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HI, INFIDELITY
CHAPTER I

BY: AMI-CHAN
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'Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater, had a wife and couldn't keep her.'

It's a coarse saying, but isn't that what cheating is? So here's this guy who apparently likes eating pumpkins. ...Though, personally, I'm not really that fond of pumpkins. Or carrots, actually...

I'm getting side-tracked here. Anyway, he goes off to sleep with someone else. His spouse leaves him (power to you man! er...woman!), and there's no 'happily ever after' in that story for the Pumpkin Eater or the Wife.

Who knew such a childish rhyme could be so crude?

This would be the rhyme that has and continues to dominate over my entire love life. I, as this vicious dictator's subject, have suffered for the last few years or so over it's seemingly endless reign.

"Come on. It just happened! That's all. Usa.. Usagi!"

And this would be the present Pumpkin, who should be rotting like the fruit he is.

Now fruit, I happen to like fruit. Strawberries...apples... Anything fruit! ...Except pumpkins, of course. ...I could do with a fruit parfait just about now, actually.

Leave it to me to think of food.

I could be mistaken, but I think he is ridiculously attempting to salvage himself in front of me by begging. In a oh-so-not-cute way. 'Such a waste of eye candy in this world too,' a certain blonde friend of mine would say.

Ohh. Right. I was supposed to call Minako earlier...oops. Better get on that later...

Again with the distractions! Focus, Tsukino. Focus.

There are two reasons that support my lack of maintaining a healthy relationship.

Reason number one: I'm able to at least date honest men here and there. We might sensibly romantic interest in each other and date for a while. But either party eventually dumps the other for one issue or another.

Reason number two: men like dancing. The type of dancing that's described as the vertical expression of a horizontal desire. Except this dancing usually takes place with another woman and is a disgusting display of infidelity.
This would be what usually stumps me in relationships. And also just happens to be the present situation.

End of story time.

...I always did think that I'd be horrible as a writer. Can you even imagine picking up a book in a bookstore and seeing "Tsukino Usagi" on a book cover? I can't even write kanji properly!

"What are you doing?" Pumpkin asked incredulously, watching me fold a shirt of mine sloppily. Anyone could notice that I was quick to leave. Sue me.

"I'm moving out," I said simply, not bothering to turn to look at him. "Of course, you could just give me this apartment. Hey! I like that idea. I like that idea a lot!"

I was strongly convinced that it was still legal in Japan for someone to move out of an apartment. (Unless I wasn't given a notice. I'm so busy these days and all.) Especially after finding your boyfriend in a very inopportune situation with someone that certainly wasn't you. Nothing remotely like you, considering how she was far more full-figured and had red hair. That and also because she definitely wasn't a virgin. On the couch of all things.

That might be also another reason why I'm unmarried and am constantly taking the role of being single. Men like dancing, right? I, however, am a virgin and will remain so. The chances of me dancing with anyone are slim considering how I'm waiting for marriage, like the good girl I was raised to be. But the odds of even marrying at all are significantly lower.

I fixed my star-shaped throw pillow under my arm, ignoring Pumpkin's useless chatter as I walked towards the bathroom. Grabbing my favorite kiwi-smelling shampoo (I did say I liked fruit!) from the shelf on the side, I walked back towards my suitcase and tossed it in there. Along with a couple of other clothes.

After having pondering what else to add, I concluded that this would just do fine for the night. I'd come back to retrieve the rest of my belongings later. I nodded in affirmation at this plan.

"Hi again," I softly greeted Infidelity for what I hoped to be the last time, as I fastened the suitcase closed.

I shivered at the symbolism when I heard the click of the lock. The end of another failed relationship due to an unfaithful partner.

I sighed distastefully, expelling all of the remaining negativity in me. I don't like to be negative, see. Why waste life being pessimistic?

Sliding my hand towards the handle of my suitcase, I gripped it tightly. I slipped it off the edge of the bed and finally turned towards him. I saw him flinch, which made me smile slightly. I lifted my head to look directly at him.

"So sorry this didn't work out because it was just so..what's the word..oh! Fun!!" I chirped in flat out sarcasm. I even added a dramatic sigh, dropping my head downward to shake it to and fro in. Then I lifted my head again to look directly at him, making my smile intensify. I stepped forward and patted his cheek in good fun, "Actually, not really. Don't call me, okay? Thanks!"

I brushed past him to the living room. I was swelling up in pride for remaining so composed. Emotional as I am as a Cancer, I was getting tired of the crying tirade. I don't need to waste my life crying either.

I bounced out of the doorway, shining as brightly as my star-shaped pillow as, yet again, a single twenty-seven year old woman.

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Me posting HI was actually a gift for Imouto for the AMs b-day on July 17th. It was also a b-day gift for Usa-chan. Which is today! YAY!

For those who have been wondering where I've been - school. It's because of school. BUT - it's summer (WOO-HOO!) and uh..yeah. I have time to write! So yay!

Again, thanks for the reviews guys! Amie-imouto-chan can probably tell you how much I freaked out seeing reviews.

Notice:
1) Usa-chan can't write in kanji is part of canon.

Muchos Love,
A M I - B A K A - C H A N