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I have no one



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Usagi sat on a park bench, all alone, then started weeping openly.



"Is that what you really think about me, Mamoru-san? What about our destiny? Our lives, past, present and future? Don't you care about them?!" She sat there, crying for some time, then got up, continuing to talk to herself.



"It's not like I care about what you think, it's not like a still care about you . . . but all that is so true about me! I am a clumsy, ugly, good-for-nothing person who can't even get a decent guy! I mean face it, Seiya's a woman!" She talked a little louder. "I can't have Mamoru, can't love Seiya, in fact I don't love Seiya!" She crumpled on the ground again, shaking. "But what will I do now?" Suddenly she heard a rustling in the bushes. "Who is it?" she called.



A dark figure was walking down the street glumly, his ponytail hanging limply at his side. Usagi recognized him at once. "Seiya! Wait, come back Seiya! I didn't mean it!" He looked sadly at her, and Usagi saw there were tears in his eyes.



"Don't worry about it, Odango. I always knew you loved him. In fact, it's alright with me. I just want you to be happy." Usagi was about to say some thing, but he continued. "Odango, listen to me. I knew we could never be together from the start. It's your destiny to love him, and for him to love you. And as much as I deny it, I am female."



He unbuttoned his shirt and portrayed the . . . evidence. "You see? We could never be together." Buttoning up his . . . her shirt he . . . she resumed walking away. "It was fun, Odango, but you deserve better. Go to Mamoru. He loves you more than I could ever." Usagi yelled after him. . . her "Seiya wait! Don't leave! He doesn't love me! He. . ." but Seiya was gone.



Usagi stood there in a daze. "Well what do I do now?"











She walked slowly to. . . nowhere. She couldn't go home, Mamoru was there. She couldn't go to Seiya's apartment, that's for sure. Usagi wondered if there was anywhere. . . or one. . . for her left anymore. She wandered over to the docks



Why bother people with herself anymore? She was just trouble. Screw her destiny, it was never going to happen now, anyway. She looked out at the sea beneath her. Usagi had never learned how to swim. As much time as she spent in a swimsuit, it was always to try to attract boys. She was always afraid to go in the water and swim.



'I could just end it all here...' she thoughts



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Doshite? Well I like Angst stories! I read a lot, and write a lot (Though I never publish them) If you don't want Usagi to commit suicide, tell me in a review! Also,

WHO THE HECK DO YOU WANT WITH WHO?!?! THIS COULD VERY WELL TURN OUT TO BE AN USAGI/MAMORU FIC IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL!!!



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