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A/N: Here's the angsty one I promised! Well I hope it's angsty and kind of makes you guys feel bad. Well let's hope! Probably one of my more shorter works but I'm very happy in how it turned out so tell me your thoughts!

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Scars

By definition, scars are a mark left on the skin or within body tissue where a wound, burn, or sore has not healed completely and fibrous connective tissue has developed. It could be a burn mark, blemish, cut, discolor, or just a plain mark. The point is they last forever most of the time, to always remain on your body until you die.

Mamoru was well acquainted with scars, ever since the age of seven actually. He had multiple scars and marks on his back from the invasive surgeries he had to go through. The marks went down his back, growing more lighter as years pass but they would always remain there.

Even when his healing ability developed, no matter how hard he tried, Mamoru could never heal those scars. Maybe it was because the painful scars had happened before he gained his abilities. He didn't know.

All he knew was that each time he would get hurt, while being his vigilante alter ego or just being Mamoru, his wounds would heal and a faint scar would appear instead. Even the cut that Usagi had given him all that time ago with the scissors was just a very faint mark on his temple because of his internal healing.

He still felt the pain and sting of the injuries but the sensation would eventually dull down to a smolder much faster than others.

However this present pain and sting that he was going through while he stood in the Crown Arcade was not at all dying down in the slightest. It might never die down.

"Mamoru-san, I'm sure it's nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing."

"You don't know that. It can be innocent."

Mamoru tried to latch onto some kind of comfort from his best friend's words but it was to no avail. "It doesn't look innocent."

"Mamoru-san come on it's nothing-"

"It's something Motoki-san," Mamoru interjected harshly. "I'm not an idiot. I know when someone is on a date."

The dark-head's eyes once more darted toward the suddenly nosey booth table that wasn't too far from his seat. His heart and hands clenched as he swiveled back toward Motoki. His mind attempted to make sense of the letters and numbers in his physics textbook, trying to drown out the melodious sound of laughter coming from behind him.

"Naoki-chan, you're hilarious!"

"Why thank-you, I'll be here all day," the deep voice said, "with the most beautiful girl in the world."

God, Mamoru didn't even need to turn around to know that Usagi was blushing, her hesitate voice when she said thank you was proof enough she was flustered.

Apparently, Naoki had "bumped" into the blonde waitress "by a miracle" when she was leaving the arcade after one of her shifts. The jock swiftly complimented her on how she got even more beautiful than last time and took the opportunity to ask her on a date, which she, with no hesitation, said yes to. His eyes had lit up with happiness judging from what Usagi had said when she retold the thrilling story to Mamoru, never seeming to notice his hardened expression when she did tell it.

Now, here he was, hearing how that date was going. And apparently the date was going well.

"You actually won a dumpling eating contest?"

"Yea," Usagi shyly answered. "I was like seven and I got first place at the fair."

"Wow beautiful and a big appetite," Naoki sighed out. "Where have you been all my life?"

She giggled and Mamoru shut his eyes as the usually happy sound made his insides cringe. He opened them once more to see Motoki holding out a blank order form with a kind smile on his face.

"Want to mess up the order," the arcade worker asked almost hopefully. "I can get their waitress to drop the drinks or meals on him?"

Mamoru let out a short laugh at his friend's antics. "I'm good Motoki-san, but thanks."

Motoki's face fell a little. "You sure? I can risk losing a customer."

"I'm sure," the dark-haired man affirmed. He made the mistake of turning his head around and he caught the sight.

Naoki had the audacity to have his arm wrapped around Usagi as they sat in the booth. A tattle-tale blush was very much present on Usagi's face, the cause of it being obvious when Mamoru caught sight of Naoki's other arm, more specifically his hand.

Resting on Usagi's thigh, his fingers curled into her inner thigh.

Mamoru didn't even feel mad anymore, he felt broken and defeated instead. That was why he wasn't bashing in Naoki's skull in right now, he just felt defeated. It was obvious who Usagi chose to hang out with, to be with.

Naoki had won, he got the girl in the end.

Mamoru let out a long defeated sigh, reaching for his school bag and a few dollar bills from his pocket. "I'm gonna get going, I'll see you later Motoki-san."

"Wait, wait, you're leaving so soon," the dirty blonde frantically asked. "I was going to "accidentally" pour hot coffee in Naoki's lap later on."

"It's okay Motoki-san. I just want to get home to do this work. It's clear that I'm not needed here." He snuck one more look at the "happy couple" in the booth before making a beeline to the doors.

Mamoru missed the way Usagi's blue eyes immediately focused on him when he stood up and how they followed him all the way outside until he disappeared down the block. The blonde completely ignored Naoki, who was talking about his football exercises, she was fixated on the dark-haired man who made the hasty exit, wondering why he was leaving so soon.

'I was hoping I could talk to Mamoru-san, I wanted to see if he wouldn't mind sharing a triple-ice cream sundae. Why did he leave? Didn't even say hi to me..'

Suddenly, the arcade looked less fun and colorful in her eyes, the glow and light Usagi naturally had dimmed down. A less brighter smile presented itself on her face as she continued to nod and listen to Naoki.

But all her mind was filled with was the image of a certain high schooler who had walked out of the arcade with the saddest look in his eyes.

Mamoru slammed his apartment door as anger finally overtook him.

What was it about Naoki? Was he more handsome? More charming? More funny? More athletic? What was it that made the pig so darn attractive for Usagi?

'It could be that the guy didn't start out their relationship with making fun of the girl's hair. Or the fact that his first words to her was that she was beautiful? And you never even told her that she was pretty or cute. You really have to question why?'

The voice in his head just made everything worse, agitating the teen further. Mamoru raked his hands through his dark midnight locks as anger began to shot through his veins.

He paced around the living room, noticing how perfect and neat the space was. He always thought that if his living space was perfect and in order then so was his life. But now the cleanliness didn't match his life at all. Everything was a mess, wrong in some many ways.

Damn Naoki, damn Usagi, damn his apartment!

'That's right, just get mad and angry. Wallow in your self pity because we both know that it isn't Naoki you blame. It's not Usagi even. No the only person you're mad at is the one who made you lose your chance in the very beginning. You're mad at-'

"Just shut up!"

In a flash of anger, Mamoru's hand snatched up one of the living lamps on the tables and swung it into the wall, a crack and clattering following the hit. The red man grabbed the other lamp on the other table, repeating the same action on a different wall.

"Well I came to play nurse. Motoki told me how bad it got so I figured I would help you out Mamoru-san."

Glass and the lamp's broken remains landed on the wooden floor as Mamoru picked up the plate and mug he used this morning from the counter, flinging both into the wall as well. All he saw was red and Usagi's face in his mind's eye.

"You know what, you and your depraved taste buds don't deserve all the riches and love ice cream has to offer."

Shatters were heard, fueling Mamoru to grab the now empty end table of the couch and hurling the furniture into the already damaged wall. He did the same thing with the other end table, the hit almost breaking through the drywall.

"Look! It's so beautiful Mamoru-san!"

The more and more images of Usagi that materialized in his mind, the more his wall became damaged, various objects leaving more and more marks.

He couldn't take it!

Couldn't take the smell of her that always filled his nose, the bright smile she put on, the pout she would create when something wrong happens, the laugh she snorts out when something funny happens, the way her tongue sticks out while she's concentrated on something.

"Mamoru-san, look I made my first pot of coffee by myself!"

"Mamoru-san please help me with this!"

All the memories flooded his senses until the worst ones popped up. The time he helped her fix the dishwasher and they both ended up on the floor together, almost kissing. His big fake birthday surprise. When she hugged him after the closet door was unlocked, the feel of her body when he hugged her back-

"Yup, big brother Mamoru-san was of course the leader though."

"Great, then to future friends."

"Naoki, you're so funny!"

Mamoru's fist flew into the wall, breaking the drywall through without struggle. He pulled out his hand, crumbles of plaster landing on the floor, the hot red flashes beginning to fade away from his vision as he slid down the wall onto the floor.

'The person you're mad at, who you blame, who you hate, is you. You're the one who ruined your chances, you hate yourself for it and wish it was you in that booth with her not that guy.'

The feel of wetness made it's presence known down his face. He thumped the back of his head against the wall a few times, as he made no move to wipe the tears.

Mamoru sat on the floor, pieces of his furniture surrounding him, letting dopey tears run down his hard face. He sniffled as he caught sight of his laundry basket in the corner of his living room. A pair of hot pink fuzzy socks hung on the side, having been freshly cleaned and ready to be returned to their colorful owner.

"Oh I came with those, they're just so warm and fuzzy I figured they would help you!"

What no one knew was that Mamoru had planned to give back the socks to Usagi, having something to break the ice, and was gathering the courage to ask her to hang out or go out to eat. To go on a date.

He was finally going to go for it, after so much mental psyching out, he was going to do it. Ask Usagi out.

But too little to late.

It was a stupid idea, Usagi would have just went off of the assumption it would be a friendly hangout. Or she would bring her group of friends. Or worse she would have just flat out said no.

It was false hope, complete false hope. What did think he was going to happen? That Usagi would have gladly accepted his offer, become his girlfriend, fall in love with him, marry him, have kids with him, grow old together…..

'That's stupid,' Mamoru thought to himself.

As he sat there, looking at the broken remains of his living room, satisfied that his apartment now looked like his life, a pain in his hand began.

The teen brought it up to examine the injury and saw that there was a huge gash on one of his knuckles, red blood already starting to run down and stain the back of his hand.

It didn't matter, his healing powers would heal it in less of a day's time. It would most likely leave a scar on his hand.

Mamoru didn't care about the scar, he had been through so many scars.

But the most painful scar that he will ever have and the one that will never heal all the way would be the scar that Usagi Tsukino has made on his heart.

That scar may never go away.

Hope you guys enjoyed this little heartbreaker chapter! Majority of those quotes were from past drabbles, with two I just made up on the spot. REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! Do I angst justice or should I stick with humor? Or do I do both? Tell me in the reviews I appreciate and love each review sent my readers so don't be shy! On to the next drabble…