aTitle: Not everything is always perfect

Rating: use ur imaginations

Author's notes: Koni-wa minna-san!!! Wow...it's been a while huh? Hehehe, well if you've been waiting for more of this story here it is! I really want to thank those 11 people who reviewed me!

Oh and I want to thank Charis who edited this for me!! If you find mistakes in the story don't blame her, (I made more changes after she did her magic!!) I luv ya gurl!!!! If n-e of you haven't read her story, go read 'em, after you read and review mine of course.

"So where did you get these clothes at?"

Usagi looked up from her book and took her glasses from her face.

"Why do you ask?"

He shrugged.

"Well I had some friends who spent the night over a while ago when they were in town. As you can see they forgot some things, but be glad that fit you."

Usagi was currently snuggled on one end of the couch while Mamoru sat watching the TV on the other end.

"Oh.."

Usagi turned back to read her book but found herself not able to concentrate again. Instead she was thinking about yesterday when Mamoru told her all about himself.

*FB* (flashback)

"Do you know where your parents are now?"

Mamoru looked almost shocked at her question.

"I...uh...actually...no. My uncle knew though, but he never told me, I'm glad he didn't though. I really don't want a thing to do with them after everything that they put me through....or neglected me through."

Usagi nodded sympathetically.

*Fin*(end)

Usagi blinked a few times to clearly see Mamoru waving his hands in front of her face.

"You in there?"

She smacked his hand away.

"Of course you big doof."

Mamoru chuckled.

"You kinda spaced out there huh? What were ya thinkin' 'bout?"

"Nothin' much. So what were you saying?"

"So was this 'friend' of yours a male?"

Usagi could sense the meaning implied behind his kind words.

"No my 'friend' was a female. But I don't know why they stayed here, they coulda found a great hotel, but no they stayed with me."

Mamoru coughed.

"These are women's clothes?"

Usagi giggled.

"No, their men's clothes worn by a woman."

"But still-"

"Your pretty picky considering..."

She left her sentence dangling on purpose, she knew that he would fill in the blanks. It was kind of harsh to imply that he was homeless but she didn't like him questioning her intentions.

"Look Mamoru I'm sorry but Haruka and Michiru are close friends of mine and it might bother me that they have money and choose to spend their time here sleeping on my floor and couch when they could easily afford some ritzy place. And then I try and find you some decent clothes and what do I see, nothing but more memories from my past and reminders of people who have surpassed me in life!"

Mamoru stared at Usagi in awe.

'I didn't know that she felt like this...she seemed so calm and collected. I guess we all have our skeletons..'

"Do you want to talk about it Usagi?"

She snapped her head over towards him, anger flashing in her eyes. Suddenly her face clamed down and her hands reached up and touched her face.

"Oh no...I did it again...I'm so sorry Mamoru I didn't mean to snap at you. I have to get something."

With that she jumped up from her couch and ran off towards her bedroom, he heard her door slam and he slumped into the couch.

'Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to move in with her...she seems kinda like she's not the only one home...'

His thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell.

"Coming."

He hollered towards the door. He walked towards the hallway first.

"I'm going to answer your door Usagi k?"

He strode off towards the door and was surprised to see the famous race car driver (AN: sorry but I luvvvv Haruka's career, I luvvv all there careers!!! *gets all starry eyed*) Haruka Tenou.

"Can I help you?"

Mamoru asked, he stood up perfectly straight and only came about three inches over the woman's head, she smirked and stood up straighter.

"No you can't but Usa can, is she here? And uh...who are you pal?"

"Get the hell outta here now Haruka!"

Mamoru looked under his arm to see Usagi glaring at the woman.

"Kitten you know why I here, I'm only here to help. So why don't you let me in, ditch your friend and we can get started."

Haruka rubbed her hands together and switched her eyes from Usagi and Mamoru constantly.

"No Haruka, leave. Come on Mamoru shut the door."

Usagi walked away from the door and Mamoru went to follow and shut the door but he was stopped by a hand.

"Wait pal...you don't know what your getting yourself into. She needs my help, I'm willing to bet that you don't know about her little problem."

His eyebrows raised.

"She's a skitz?"

Haruka gave him a forced chuckle.

"No worse...she has a physical problem, she's on medication for it, but she has to take the medication for it to work."

"Wait...so then why are you here exactly?

Haruka sighed.

"The condition requires her to be watched constantly, because she refused to live with myself or any of our friends we had to monitor her somehow. So we got her a special necklace that she wears all the time, it's alarm goes off when her temperature and blood pressure rises, which happens when she doesn't take her medication. Her necklace went off this morning, she's a danger to herself like this. Will you help me?"

Mamoru suddenly became scared and nodded hesitantly, he let Haruka in.

"Thanks pal."

Haruka walked right down the hall to Usagi's room and opened the door.

"Haruka!!!!!!!"

*rustle*

"Get the hell off of me!!!!!!"

*rip*

*slap*

"Calm down kitten, you and I are just going to talk."

A few minutes later Haruka came out of the room with Usagi over her shoulder.

"God damn you Mamoru! I told you not to let her in, what the hells your problem!"

Mamoru finally moved away from the door and over to where Haruka was sitting Usagi down on the couch at.

"Apparently I'm not the one with the problem. How come your not taking your medication?"

Haurka reddened suddenly and Usagi glared at her.

"What the hell did you tell him Haruka?"

"I told him you were on medication for something and that you were a threat to yourself, then he let me in."

She stood up.

"Thanks a lot you idiot! You know damn well I'm not on medication! I just didn't want you coming in and trying to talk me into going to your stupid ball and stuff!"

Mamoru let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. 'So she's not a skitz...what's up with this chick then?'

"Usa sit down! Michi and I have been so worried about you. You don't keep in contact with us or Mako, not even Ami or Minako! So why don't you sit down and clear your schedule so we can meet up with the others."

Haruka held Usagi's shoulders still and keep her body facing hers.

"Ruka you know how I feel...I promise to meet up with you guys when you guys get all in one place. But until then quit asking me to take off from my job to accommodate your lives."

Usagi had taken a standing up position by the end of her confession. Haruka's face just paled.

"I didn't know that you felt that way Usagi...I apologize. Call us when your ready."

With that she left the apartment, head down. Usagi just stared at the door Haruka just left through.

"Uh...Usagi?"

Usagi snapped her head around to glare at Mamoru.

"I'm sorry...but I'm just curious...why do you act like this?"

Usagi walked past Mamoru and back towards her room.

"I told you Mamoru that you weren't the only one with a hard life, I don't trust many people."

She stopped walking and turned around towards him.

"My friends told me to start trying to trust others again..."

Mamoru chuckled.

"Then I guess I'm lucky."

Usagi shrugged.

"Just don't give me any more reasons to hate men..."

With that Usagi left the living for the last time that night and soon after entered the sand man's domain.

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Over the course of a few weeks Mamoru and Usagi had been getting along quite well. Mamoru finally gave up trying to figure out what happened to Usagi, and gave more concentration to his job and schooling. He worked as a waiter at the little French restaurant that Usagi was the manager of, and he went to the local college of law school. It wasn't the best school but it served it's purpose. Usagi had pestered Mamoru all week about getting the money from her before the semester started, seeing as he couldn't wait to get a better job he took her money and got the classes he needed.

"Alright class calm down...I have the tests that we took last week to hand back."

Mamoru sat at his desk with his eyes glued on his plain professor. She wore her shoulder length brown hair up in a sloppy bun and her shirt left un-tucked from her wrinkled khakis. She adjusted her thick framed glasses on her face once more before she started calling out names for the kids to come get there test papers and exit the room. Mamoru waited and waited....looking around the lecture hall he realized that he was the last person there. He looked to the front of the room to see his professor heading straight for him. She pulled her glasses down from her face and sighed as she laid his test paper face up on his small desk.

"I'm not surprised Mamoru...I know that the only reason you got into this college was because your little friend knows the dean, but that doesn't mean anything to me! I know your just street trash and you should know that too. I won't have street trash in my class so I'm hoping that you'll mess up on one more test so I can get you out of here for good."

The professor gave a cruel laugh.

"You've been here three weeks already and your already failing...that should be some sort of record don't you think?"

With that his professor turned and walked away from him, grabbing her stuff on her large oak desk and leaving Mamoru sitting all alone staring at the 53 he got on his first law test. He crumbled the paper and threw it into his little back pack and stomped out of the room. This was all Usagi's fault...he thought to himself. 'She was the one that wanted me to go back to law school...I can't believe that bitch she set me up to fail.'

Mamoru walked briskly back to the apartment that they shared, he unlocked the door and headed straight for the kitchen. He opened up the refrigerator and stared at the little bottle that haunted him so. The bottled that saved and destroyed his life that last time, he picked it up and drank from it. He slowly felt the effects of the liquid calming him in ways that he thought would solve his problems once before.

Not too long after that, with the bottle emptied, he wanted more, he threw the glass bottle down on the carpet of the hallway. Swaying over to his room, he found that he had only a few bucks left. That wouldn't help him on his quest to forget his troubles, so he headed for that room at the back of the apartment. Swinging open the door he stumbled over to the dresser and ripped apart through the drawers looking for money, when he didn't find any there he searched other areas. Leaving the once clean and organized bedroom in a mess. He ventured out into the living room, ripping and breaking everything he could. To his faulty state...everything was her fault. The woman who tired to take him from where he was and put him in a better place. No he belonged on the streets now...after all he was only street trash.

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"Yo Usagi where's that Mamoru? His shift started an hour ago?!"

Usagi put down the money she was counting in her little office and looked up at the head waiter.

"What do you mean he's not here?"

Usagi took her glasses form her face and stood up.

"I mean he hasn't checked in or called in sick. Does he have school or something still?"

Usagi shook her head no, her eyes showing that she was in deep thought.

"I'm just short a waiter and we're busy tonight. I can give him a break since he's your friend and all but Usagi, just think of how bad this makes us look, he's been working here for almost a month and now he's missing days."

Usagi waved her hand at the man to stop his ravings.

"I know, I know, and I thank-you Raf' for being so considerate and not reporting him. Look let me call the house and see if he's there, he's probably sick or something."

Usgai sat back down in her chair and sighed. How could Mamoru do this to her? After everything she had did for him? She pulled a few strings at work and got him a job as a waiter, then she begged Ami, her old friend to get him into some law classes really cheap, since she was the dean and all. Usagi sighed and put away the money she had on the desk.

"Damn....I have to get this deposit to the bank..."

Usagi mumbled to herself.

"Hey Raf'?"

The man that previously occupied the room came back in.'

"Yeah Usagi?"

"I have to got to the bank to drop off this deposit...then I'll be back, can you watch the place?"

The man sighed.

"Sure why not? Not only do I have a waiter missing but now the manager leaves.."

The rest of his little sarcastic sentence was cut short by Usagi shutting the door on him. She threw herself down on her chair and picked up the phone, dialing her own phone number, she waited for Mamoru to pick up.

"Come-on, come-on...Mamoru where are you?"

She drummed her fingers on her desk.

"Where the hell are you Mamoru?"

After the seventh ring Usagi was worried, her answering machine should of picked up by now. Her stomach turned, something didn't feel right to her. She slammed the phone down and picked up her jacket and left her office.

"Hey Raf' I need you to close up tonight and sign me out if you can, I might not be back. And don't worry I know that I owe you big time."

Usagi said all of that while pushing her way through the crowed kitchen area of the little yet popular French restaurant.

As Usagi entered her apartment building, her feelings of panic and worry increased. She just knew that something was wrong. She gasped as she reached her apartment hallway....her apartment door was wide open. She silently walked in and looked around, all the lights were on. A sob escaped her throat as she saw her coffee table thrown upside down, her couch cushions all over the place, her mirrors on the wall broken and her cream carpets stained with unknown liquids. Walking into her kitchen she saw her kitchen torn apart and the door of the refrigerator swinging off of it's hinges. She walked out of her kitchen and into her hallway seeing her answering machine and phone knocked over and broken.

"What the hell happened here?" She sobbed out to herself.

She tried to avoid stepping on the numerous items just thrown all over her hallway. Mostly her shirts and personal items, tears came down her face as the thoughts entered her head.

Was she robbed?

What did they take?

What did they want?

Did they hurt Mamoru?

Where was he?

She was silently praying that whoever did this mess wasn't still in her apartment, and also that she wouldn't find Mamoru's body lying somewhere in the rooms. She breathed her first sign of relief when she found no one in his room, it was just another trashed room. But she dreaded her own room, it was a mess. Her dresser draws all over the place and everything in her room thrown around or broken. She ran blindly from her room, and through her hallway.

Tears blocked her vision, she was crying so hard that at first she didn't notice the glass bottle that lye right in front of her. Her heels came in contact with the glass shattering it, she feel right on the now broken bottle. Her leg getting cut in the process, she cried even harder from the pain she was feeling. She reached down to cradle her cut leg, pulling the glass pieces out of it. She examined the pieces and crawled over to where the rest of the bottle was. She found a label and picked it up, a sob so loud her neighbors could hear, escaped her throat. She let the label slide from her fingers onto the floor.

She know knew what happened to her apartment, and it was all her fault.

Why had she left that damn Jack Daniel's bottle in her refrigerator?

She should of known that it was only a matter of time before he picked up his old habits.