Disclaimer: We've already established they don't belong to me.

This chapter basically Usagi only. Although I did find out it was difficult to twist her personality to fit dark without becoming OOC or losing that spark that simply made her Usagi. Now Hiiro on the on the other hand…*evil smirk* That's the fun part though ^_^ Therefore, it's not really dark, but more of bitter, vengeful, and a deeper fear. Anyway, if I was slow, sorry about that. I have a several projects due but Spring break is next week so maybe I'll have another chapter up! Yay! (Well, I would like to think it's a good thing.) I'm also trying to space this out so u guyz don't have to remember which sentence you were on. Par for course, I LOVED the reviews! Thank you all so much! : Wishing she could hug the reviewers: You all inspired me to continue. Love you all!
-- C-sa

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** Beginning of a flashback
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~ The rain seems to cleanse the dirt away so easily. Too bad memories aren't dirt ~ Usagi thought
bitterly as she turned away from the scene of rain drops running down the glass door leading out onto the
balcony. With an irritated sigh, Usagi ran her hand through her waist-length golden hair pushing a few
stray strands back into place before letting herself fall onto the couch. Stretching out, she stared at
the ceiling letting her mind drift freely into the past of Sailor Moon, the senshi, and…Mamoru. At that
thought, a low growl escaped as well as a harsh whisper of "God I hate that bastard."

Actually, the senshi would never believe that I'm the Usagi they knew. I guess reality is a bitch. ~
"Especially when you get slapped in the face, thrown down, and life doesn't give a shit", Usagi murmured
while clenching her fist so tightly that she wasn't aware of the pain in her hand or the blood that had
begun to trickle down.

As if suddenly realizing that her anger had become self-destructive, Usagi quickly unclenched her
fist and examined the damage that had been done. Deciding that her hand needed to be wrapped to stop the
bleeding, she removed herself from the couch and padded to her bedroom opening the drawer of the nightstand
looking for a roll of gauze. After finding it and wrapping the wound, she was about to place the gauze back
into the drawer but dropped it to the floor as she saw the framed picture of Mamoru. Picking up the picture
gingerly, she studied it calmly for a moment before anger, fear, and hate replaced the expression of calm.
Her mind replaying the event leading up to where she was now, the gauze around her hand slowly changed from a
pristine white to a stained red as the frame was gripped even tighter in her hand.

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I know I'm going to get hurt by someone for the shortness ^_^* Oh well. It would be my fault. Guess what?!
I already figured out what made her so bitter and what the flasback is going to be! I'll try and get it up
on Spring Break. And as far as flames go, if you are really too immature to hit the back button, then please
make sure you don't use caps and try to use correct punctuation as well as complete sentences. Fragments and
incomplete thoughts are annoying and make it difficult to read your most likely pointless point. Thanks for
your time and patience. I'll work on Hiiro's part some in the next chapter so don't worry!