Author's Notes: Hello again! I'm just loving this story so much, I had to get out another chapter
today! ^_^ Enjoy!

Tell Her 'I'm Sorry...'

Chapter 6

Rated R


Mamoru watched from his car sadly as Usagi knocked on the door to her house. Her mother
answered the door, a brilliant, motherly smile lighting up her features. She gave her daughter a
strong hug and waved to Mamoru.
"Thank you for driving her home, Mamoru!" Ikuko called. Mamoru winked and halfsmiled.
Usagi's eyes temporarily filled up as she gazed at Mamoru. She silently mouthed the words
'Thank you' and walked into her house. Ikuko followed suit, waving once more before she closed
the door.
"How are you, sweetie?" Usagi's mother questioned in a motherly-tone. "How's your fever?"
Ikuko pressed the palm of her hand against her daughter's forehead.
"I'm fine, mom... The fever's gone... It must have just been a 24-hour bug..." Usagi dug
her fingerpads into her temples. She had suddenly became oddly dizzy. "I think I need to lay down
for a bit..."
"OK, hunny." Ikuko eyed her daughter with concern. "Usagi? Who's clothes are these?"
Usagi blushed.
"Erm... Yuuchiro's... Rei doesn't let me borrow her clothes anymore, hehe... Can you
believe she doesn't trust me...?" Usagi lied.
Her head stung.
Trust...
She couldn't trust Mamoru.
"Oh, well, be sure to return them tomorrow, all right?" Ikuko kissed her daughter's
forehead and shooed her to her room.

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Usagi glanced at her clock with bloodshot eyes. The red-digital numbers seemed to waver
from Usagi's feverish state. Sweat dipped down her face, her hair clinging to her drenched body.
3:38 AM.
Usagi cradled her head in her hands and shut her eyes. She seemed to be tumbling and
falling behind her eyes. Her mind was in a mad blur.
The nightmare had been just as realistic as the real thing. It had only been one day and
Usagi couldn't wait for them to go away.
3:39 AM.
It was too late for her to be able to fall back asleep. But it was too early for her to
do anything about it.
Usagi's mind cried.
The blonde trembled, her body and mind crying, but her eyes unable to replenish her tears.


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"Mom!" Usagi called from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm going out!"
"What...?" Ikuko stared down the stairs at her daughter. "Where are you going? Are you sure
you're feeling all right?"
"Fine, mom. I just need to give this stuff back to Yuuichiro. Then the girls and I are
going shopping. I'll be a while." She blew her mother a kiss. "Bye!"
Usagi grabbed her bag, each step cautious. She hurried out the door and locked it behind
her. Usagi caught her breath at the sight before her.
"Mamoru...!" she breathed.
"Hey there." Mamoru grinned his heartwarming, trademark grin and handed Usagi a perfect
red rose. "Sleep well?"
Usagi's cheeks stained a deep crimson. She took the rose with trembling hands and brought
it to her chest.
"All right, I guess..." Usagi averted her gaze to her feet. "I um... have your stuff..."
She shrugged the bag off her shoulder and handed it to Mamoru.
"Thanks." Mamoru took the bag and led Usagi to his car. "Where ya headed? I'll give ya a
ride."
"Um... To... the gym..." Usagi slipped into the passenger seat.
Mamoru froze.
"What...?" he croaked.
"The gym," Usagi repeated slowly, as if mocking him. "What's wrong with that?"
Mamoru quickly shook his head and closed Usagi's door. He walked around to his side and
slumped in. He swallowed and started the car.
"The gym, huh?" Mamoru forced out a strained chuckle. "You gonna land a keicho kick to my
head if I try anything?"
Usagi looked out her window, expression blank.
"I just want to be able to take care of myself..." Usagi sighed.
Mamoru's eyes skittered around nervously. "Right..."

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Usagi stumbled out of the changing room and made her way into the weight room.
"Mind if I join you?"
Usagi spun around to be met with a finely chisiled chest merely centimeters from her nose.
Her face glowed a blood red. She quickly snapped her head up to see the face of her approacher.
"Gah!!" Usagi tumbled back into the barbells. "What are you, stalking me?!"
Mamoru chuckled. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction." He fiddled with the weights on
the barbell and began lifting.
Usagi watched Mamoru, wide-eyed, as he proceeded to add weights to the barbell. She had to
use all her restraint to keep from gawking and drooling. Her eyes roamed semi-shamelessly over
Mamoru's rippled chest. She was suprised to be able to find herself melting at a man's feet so
soon after her... incident...
Mamoru cocked an eyebrow at her. "That's some tedious activities you got there, Usagi."
Mamoru's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Don't hurt yourself now."
Usagi flushed and turned her back to him. She busied herself across the room with the
punching bag.
"You're a natural..."
Usagi made an 'eep!' sound and spun around.
"Quit sneaking up on me!" Usagi reprimanded. The young blonde huffed and turned back to
her punching bag.
"Although..." Mamoru stepped on the other side of the bag, but far enough away not to
get hit. Usagi was full on attention-wise.
"Although?"
"I was expecting more from Sailor Moon..."
Usagi wrinkled up her nose and punched the bag with all the strength she could muster.
Mamoru grinned and easily caught the bag. He reared back his arm and cried 'duck' as he let his
arm fly.
Usagi squealed and flung herself out of the way as the punching bag threatened to rip out
of the ceiling. She gasped, in awe of Mamoru's strength.
"Damn..." Usagi shakily stood and walked over to Mamoru. "You gotta teach me to do that..."


Author's Notes: Yeah! I told you Chapter 6 would get out today! Damn, I did A LOT! I'm so proud!
^_^;; Well, Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I'm not going to be able to post tomorrow because my mom
is a poopie butt and won't let me on the computer... We have to have 'family time'... Goodie, and
she wonders why I have a list of ways to kill myself in my top dresser drawer... *sighs* I just LOVE
contemplating my suicide... -_- Gah... Gotta go! *blows kisses* Tata!