I would totally love it if y'all would check out my other Sailor Moon story, Kyoto. Fairy Tail fans, you can check out my Not Weak Anymore, or my friend's The Girl With The Scars, both StingxLucy. Shugo Chara fans, I have a story called Evanescent! :D Love ya! Sailor Moon is owned by Naoko Takeuchi and TOEI Animation, respectively. "Ignorance" is owned by Hayley Williams and Fueled By Ramen.

Reviews that made my day: Kai2 said: "I can't even BEGIN to describe how much i love this i ALWAYS HATED the 'pleas take me back' begging from the series it never made sense to me he tells you off so you leave him you don't come back regardless of what happened in a previous life like Dimitri Belikov said "Love fades… mine has" (granted he didn't really mean it but still)" After reading this, I was struck dumb with joy! I couldn't even speak! It made me so happy to read a review like that! :D Though, I do ship UsaMamo not UsagixSeiya, I always wanted to write a story that would make the Seiya shippers happy :D Love y'all!

Ikuko stares at her cell phone, pursing her lips. She's debating on whether to call her home to check in on Usagi. Is she eating healthily? Is she doing her homework? Is she doing her chores? Is she being responsible? Hopefully her friends are helping her around the house, because, honestly, Ikuko has little to no faith in her daughter's domestic skills.

Her husband, Kenji, sits in front of her and snaps her phone shut. "She's fine, I'm sure of it. We have to trust her. She's going to be living on her own one day, and one day is going to come sooner than we think."

Ikuko raises an eyebrow. Here, Kenji is reassuring her that her daughter is going to be fine on her own, and he's usually the one who's not willing to let her grow up. "Are you okay? Are you acting strangely because of your mother's health?"

Kenji sighs. "Maybe that's it. I'm on this weird high right now."

"Maybe you're just not feeling. Maybe you're blocking out the outside world so that you don't feel the fear of losing your mother, or your daughter. I think they'll both be fine, though. Your mother has always been a strong one," Ikuko says, cringing. She remembers the first time she met her husband's mother, Maria. She was like a snake! Just waiting for Ikuko to step in the wrong place so she could lunge in for the kill.

Kenji smiles. "How do you do that?"

Ikuko furrows her brow. "Do what?"

"Know me better than I do. It's crazy, you always know the answers to my problems."

Ikuko smiles. "That's my job." She leans into him, and he follows suit, and they share a soft, tender kiss.

Usagi trudges up the walkway after her long, unsuccessful search for the small, pink-haired girl that had suddenly disappeared two days before. Though she hates to admit, she kind of misses the little brat, as annoying as she is. It's like a part of her is missing, and she'll never be whole until she finds it again. Well, that, and… Usagi swallows. She can't even think his name. Whenever she does, she gets this weird feeling in her torso, a little bit of love, a little bit of hate, a little bit of remorse, a little bit of resentment, a little bit of loneliness..

She sighs. Xavier is a totally great guy, and he's tons of fun. But, he's just not the same. She felt a sort of connection to HIM that she doesn't think she'll ever feel with Xavier. But what's she talking about? It's not like their relationship would progress far enough that she would even start to think of life after high school!

But, even so, she daydreams of a big, beautiful wedding, walking down the aisle in a poofy, white dress lined with lace and nylon mesh on the skirt. She dreams of white rose petals fluttering, the aroma of flowers and delicious food filling the air. Once she reaches the end of the aisle, she looks up at her groom, Xavier… or so she thought.

Instead of the light-brown-haired boy she likes, she sees the dark-haired man that she, regrettably, loves. She can't help it! She can't picture a life with anyone else.

She's still mad at him for everything he said, but she can't just stop loving him. She just has to mature a little bit. Maybe if she stops being a crybaby, maybe if she goes on a diet, maybe if she studies more. Then, maybe he's love her again.

But it all seems so shallow. Why can't he just accept who she is? He seemed to have done just fine before… Before Chibiusa came…

Usagi shakes the thought away from her head. She can't think those kinds of thoughts about a little girl who's lost!

She purses her lips. It just doesn't add up. One day, he loves her, and the next, he doesn't. What could have caused him to change his mind so quickly?

She sighs, and turns on the radio. "If I'm a bad person, you don't like me, well I guess I'll make my own way…" a girl sings. The lyrics catch her ear, and she keeps listening. "It's a circle, a mean cycle, I can't excite you anymore.

"Where's your gavel? Your jury? What's my offense this time? You're not a judge, but if you're gonna judge me, then sentence me to another life!

"Don't wanna hear your sad songs, I don't wanna feel your pain. Well, you swear it's all my fault, 'cause you know we're not the same, no! We're not the same, oh! Oh, we're not the same

"We were the friends who stuck together, we wrote our names in blood, but I guess you can't accept that the change is good, hey! It's good, hey! It's good!

"You treat me just like another stranger, well, it's nice to meet you, sir, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out

"Ignorance is your new best friend!"

Usagi smiles, and nods her head in time to the guitar interlude before the next verse, but is startled when, suddenly, the loud music shuts off, and an alto voice behind her calls, "Hey!"

She jumps up, her heart racing. She turns around and sighs in relief. "Oh, its just you," she says, realizing that it's only Makoto here for dinner.

"Is that your new favorite song?" Makoto asks, smiling.

Usagi smiles back. "I was getting into it."

Makoto rolls her eyes. "Well, tonight, I have ingredients to prepare a wonderful dish called Chicken Devain. It's French, and delicious."

"Anything Mako-chan makes is delicious," Usagi states matter-of-factly, and follows her into the kitchen, clutching a couch cushion.

Makoto smiles. "Well, thank you. But, I used to suck, too. I used to always burn the food, I was such a klutz! That was when I was probably about…" Usagi tunes her out, her mind wandering back to him.

She thinks about the first and last time they kissed, when Chibiusa arrived not too long ago. It seems like that child ruined everything, and Usagi wants to hate her, but for some reason, she just can't bring herself to. It was something about that girl that makes Usagi want to laugh and jump and play and hold her in her lap and read bedtime stories and kiss her good-night. All with him. But she doesn't know why. Or how, because he doesn't love her anyway.

She sighs, but Makoto doesn't hear her over her own humming. "So, you and Xavier, huh?" she says, grinning. "What's goin' on there?"

"I don't know…" Usagi says, squeezing the pillow against her chest.

"Ah… I see…" Makoto says in realization. "This is about that other guy, isn't it?"

Usagi flinches. "It… might have something to do with him…"

"You have to get over him, Usagi-chan. This beautiful opportunity has showed up on your doorstep, here to swoop in and steal you from all your troubles, and you're unsure if you want to go. Listen to me, Usagi-chan. Look at me." Usagi lifts up her head, and Makoto takes her face in her hands. "You're never gonna be happy if you keep looking back at the past, at what 'could've been'. You have to look at the future at what 'will be'. Got me?"

Usagi nods. "Gotcha. Thanks, Mako-chan. I needed a pick-me-up." She smiles, and Makoto smiles back.

"You can do this. I've seen you overcome worse."

Usagi nods again. "Right. Tomorrow will be different, I promise."

"You'd better keep that promise."

"A promise is a promise."

Makoto lets go of her face. "Atta girl!" She returns to her cooking, and is soon humming again. Usagi sighs. No more thinking about that other guy. It shouldn't take long to get over him… right?

But, it's as they say: For as long as she loved him, that's how long it'll take for her to get over him. One thousand years? Can she do that?

So whaddya think? Please, please, PLEASE review! I love y'all!