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A/N: Continuation of last drabble, kinda. I'm going to keep running with the Usagi is a waitress bit for a couple of more drabbles but don't worry she will quit (or get fired?). I decided to make a more angsty or serious drabble. Trying some new genres you know. I always thought Mamoru's past was really sad and depressing, losing his family and such. So I decided to focus on his feelings of loneliness and sadness. Don't worry, I have a happy ending and touches of humor here and there. I hope you find it heartwarming, I did. As always, review, fav, like, and Enjoy!

Oh shoot P.S. thank you to everyone who reviewed or faved or something else. It means a lot, I read everything and it puts a smile on my face. :)

Things Left Unsaid

"So, what are the specials again," the dark-haired customer asked with a smug grin.

The blonde waitress taking his order was about to break a yellow pencil she was bending in half, trying to keep her hands busy from strangling the man. Rage filled blue eyes burned holes into her customer hoping he would drop dead if she stared hard enough. She bared her teeth as she clenched them. The young girl looked like a predator in the wild ready to pounce on her prey and shred it limb from limb.

"For the tenth time sir, our specials are a deluxe super meal with fries, a strawberry milkshake with whipped cream, and a medium donut sized box," the blonde replied with clenched teeth.

"What comes in each special," he asked, the grin never leaving but rather, increasing.

"For the seventh time sir, our super meal comes with a medium sized cheeseburger and a side of crispy fries, the strawberry milkshake has whipped cream on the top, and the donut box contains five donuts, the flavor to your liking." The girl looked like her head was gonna explode as her left eye started to twitch. The eye twitch just encouraged the tall black-haired customer.

"And what are the prices for each special?"

"The super meal is $5.49, strawberry milkshake $3.50, and the donut box $4.99," she said in such a rush that you couldn't quite understand what she did say. It didn't matter to the customer, this was his fifth time hearing the prices. 'Time to finish this,' the man thought.

"Wow Odango, counting and math? I would think the world would burst into flames before the Odango could work with numbers."

It was as if Mamoru had literally pushed Usagi over the edge as she finally snapped at the last remark he made.

"I'M NOT EVEN WEARING THE BUNS SO STOP CALLING ME ODANGO, IT'S JUST WRONG!" All the other customers jumped and turned to see a steaming waitress and a smiling like silly high-school student at one of the booths in the Arcade. It was a very bizarre picture due to the ready-to-kill expression the girl was wearing and the man's carefree attitude and smug simile, showing that he was very content with his life at that moment.

"Oh Odango, how can something that feels so right, be so wrong as you say."

"I will kill you Chiba-san," she seethed at him.

"That should be amusing considering it's you, Tsukino-san," he said deciding to play along with the last-name game. Usagi deflated.

"Why do I always end up being your waitress?," she whined after letting go of her killing expression giving way to an exasperated one.

"Because you're hopelessly and eternally in love with me of course," he said causally.

She bursted out laughing, nearly doubling over in laughter. "You know I was wrong, you do have a sense of humor! Who could ever love you?"

Mamoru, whose simile was slowing disappearing, sat up more with a frown gracing his features. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean who could ever care or actually love a guy like you. Your mean, boring, rigid, bland, don't care about anyone's feelings, and your a total jerk!" She said every word with confidence and anger. "Heck, I don't know why Motoki even still stays with you, he could have so much better friends."

Each word that flew out of her mouth hurt him in ways that he would never admit. She was right, who could ever love or care for him? He does in fact wonder why Motoki choses to keep their friendship. Mamoru was boring, grim, dark, and wasn't outgoing on his own whim. Yes, Mamoru was the captain of the football team, star athlete, top student, and had handsome features to boot. All these things were because of either his smarts or something he couldn't control. He didn't actually like socializing but dealt with it. Motoki, the complete opposite, was fun, happy, light, and was willingly outgoing. He thanked Motoki and loved him like a brother, but he wondered why Motoki continues to hang out with him, it wasn't like Mamoru Chiba was the life of the party. The realization came as an sad epiphany, as he realized that sadness and loneliness will follow him through his entire life. He knew that deep down, he will live his life alone and die alone. 'Motoki will have love and a family. Even Usagi will find love and eventually have a family. Everyone is going to have someone, expect me.' The thought came almost bitterly in his mind as he remembered why he was alone in the first place.

Lost in his thoughts, Mamoru unintentionally drowned out Usagi's voice, which in all fairness, is hard to do.

"... and another thing that proves you will forever be alone, you totally space out sometimes, like right now," Usagi stated as she saw his sad but cold frown. "Have you been even listening to me nag and expose every single flaw that your being has?"

"Odango, I know, I know. I have a lot of them," he muttered. "You're completely right."

Usagi's mouth went into an "O" shape as she heard the man say she was right. "About what? What am I right about?"

"How I will grow old alone and die alone," he said with a deep sigh. "Motoki-san isn't always going to be there, he has his life and is going to have his own family. Even you're going to grow up and have a life. I'll probably die in the same place I'm living in now. My apartment, alone."

The blonde shuddered at his cold and distant voice. The older teen truly believes he will have no one in his life and this depressed her fully. She had only meant for the comments to be included in their word play banter they always do. He would say that she would never find a guy who could stand her constant klutziness and intense hunger for food. Now she had attempted to get him back for those comments, not realizing she had stuck an emotional chord within him. Mamoru was the only person that made her like this, aggressive and mean. Normally she was nice, bubbly, and smiley, but unfortunately the high-school student brought out the worst in her. Like right now.

"Mamoru-san, I mean you'll probably find someon-"

"Who could deal with my jerky attitude and rigid, boring personality," he cut her off with her own quotes. She cringed at them, realizing just how harsh they sounded. Usagi had actually broken the usually confident and smug Mamoru Chiba. She should feel happy and victorious at finally winning. But she didn't. Usagi felt her eyes stinging with tears about to fall at the realization she had really hurt an innocent human being emotional. Even if it was the jerk that teased her and was mean to her, he still had feelings and weaknesses. Silence fell between the two as the noises of the Crown continued around them. There were like that for a few moments. Her, just standing next to his booth, tears threatening to fall and him, sitting in the booth with a serious expression etched on his face.

Breaking the stillness, the black-haired teen shifted in his seat and changed his stone-cold expression he realized he had. "Could you just get me the arcade special, Odango?," he asked with softness in his voice. The waitress got startled by the response.

"Sure, Mamoru-san," she said with a hoarse voice as her tears retracted back into their ducts. She quickly wrote down the order on the pad. "Anything else?"

"No thank you," he said with a weak simile. "I'm fine."

The young teen nodded at him and started to scurry to the kitchen before stopping. She was Sailor Moon, guardian of the moon. She helped people who were hurt or in trouble. Mamoru was hurt because of her and she needed to help him. The blonde swiftly turned again, causing her big ponytail to fly, and walked back to the teen in the booth. He noticed her coming back and looked at her with confused eyes.

"Mamoru-san, I just want you to know something." He nodded for her to continue. "I believe that there is a person for everyone. You know, the person, your life partner. There's someone for everyone. And for everyone, there are people who care deeply for them. Friends, family, love. You have that, you have friends and family. They are people who care for you, even love you I bet. I know your person will. I hope you know Mamoru-san that you will find that person because that person was made for you to love and them to love you. I believe that I will find mine too. Naru-chan, Ami-chan, Rei-chan, and Motoki-chan will too, why not you?" She had one of her bright smiles that she always wears but has never directed towards Mamoru. He soon realized that he was returning that smile with his own by accident.

"Thanks Odango," he said with a smile that he rarely ever uses. "But do you really think that Mamoru-baka will find that person?"

His waitress made a snorting noise after the use of her nickname for him. 'Wow, he really looks handsome when he actually smiles,' Usagi thought. 'Not some mocking or smug smile, but a happy smile. It's a nice look.'

"Yes, he will," she said confidently. "Someday, someone is going to look at you like you're the best thing in the world, Mamoru-san."

"Thank you, Odango."

"No problem, Mamoru-baka. Some things just aren't better left unsaid, so I just said what needed to be said." She still found herself smiling at him before remembering her job. "Oh right, I'm going to go and place your order."

And with that she scurried to the kitchen, Mamoru watching her until she disappeared behind the door. He suddenly missed her but decided that the feeling was just because she was being nice to him. She was being nice to him because she thought that she had hurt him. 'She was being nice to me because she felt bad for me. She wasn't being just nice to me just because,' he realized bitterly. For some reason, that made him feel awful knowing that Usagi might never be truly nice to him without a reason.

The dark-haired student didn't believe what the young girl had said. Mamoru was more logical then that and believed in science and math, not fate because there was no proof of it. He won't admit that a small piece of him secretly believed that there was someone for him. Someone he could fall asleep with, wake up with, eat breakfast with, have fun with, live life with. That there was fate and he will meet his other half. His someone. Someone who would look at him with complete love and care. Someone who would miss him. Someone who could make him have fun in life. Someone to love. He would never admit that he had hope.

Mamoru was knocked out of his thoughts when Motoki slid into his booth on the other side. Motoki, his best friend since childhood. He was the closest thing to family that Mamoru had. He realized how important Motoki has been in his life.

"So I know you don't like going to parties, but it's my cousin's birthday party and he invited you. You know Akio, he idolizes you and says he wants to be like you when he grows up," Motoki said.

"Yea I remember, he's like what fourteen now," Mamoru said recalling how the young boy used to follow him when him and Motoki would hang out. Mamoru swore he could see stars in the boy's eyes whenever he would look at him. Akio was three years younger and goes to the same school as them. Mamoru remembered how Akio was sometimes bullied and he and Motoki had to break up the bullying a few times. You've never seen young boys run so fast when they saw the tall, dark-haired man. Akio idolized the older teen and saw him as the coolest guy on the Earth. He would often ask his cousin to ask Mamoru to come to his birthday parties or family events just so he could talk to him. Maybe Mamoru should hang out with the boy more, he seemed lonely all the time without any friends. He reminded him of himself when he was younger. Before Motoki came, when he was lonely and empty.

"You don't have to say yes I know that you like to hole up in that apartmen-"

"Sure, what time and day is the party," Mamoru interrupted while taking a sip of his coffee.

"Seriously?," Motoki asked with wide, but excited eyes. "It's next Tuesday at 4:00."

"Great you wanna car-pool there," Mamoru joked. He was going to stop taking the people that did care for him for granted. That was the one thing Usagi said that Mamoru did believe, people did care for him, like Motoki and Akio. Who knew, one day he could die while being Tuxedo Mask. He didn't want regrets.

They both let out a short laugh before Usagi walked up toward the table and set a plate in front of Mamoru.

"Here you go Mamoru-baka, I hope everything is to your liking," she said with sarcasm dripping from her tone, but you could see playfulness in her blue eyes.

"Thank you Odango Atama," he said with a smug smile. "Hopefully this meal doesn't have hair seasoning."

Usagi deflated realizing that was a good comeback, muttered "baka", and left to go back to the kitchen. Mamoru was happy that their banter was still present and that nothing changed. He loved arguing with Usagi but she didn't need to know that. They were still Mamoru-baka and Odango Atama, what he wanted.

"Ummm.. Mamoru-san didn't you order the Arcade special," Motoki asked confusedly as the ebony-haired man popped a french fry in his mouth.

"Yup."

"That's not the Arcade Special."

"Yup." Mamoru looked at his plate of chicken wings and french fries. The Arcade special was a burger.

"Why didn't you tell her that she ordered it wrong? I would think that you would tease her about being a ditz or something else Mamoru-like."

Mamoru stared at the young blonde who was currently behind the counter attempting to print a check. Her determined face with her tongue sticking out to the side of her mouth made Mamoru feel something in his chest. In his heart.

"Some things are better left unsaid," he said simply.

As Usagi was turning to go to the kitchen, she suddenly slipped and fell behind the counter, screaming the way down. Both Motoki and Mamoru flinched when she crashed to the floor.

"But I probably should have said that I spilled some coffee back there earlier," Mamoru added.

"Mamoru-san," Motoki groaned as he went to help Usagi.

Review! I like this chapter a lot just because I tried something new. I hope you guys did too. Tell me what you think! :)