Chapter 2
"Usagi..." She heard someone say her name as she walked out of the arcade. It was already 9:00 & getting dark out.
"Who's there?!" She asked alarmed.
"Relax, Odango Atama." Mamoru said from his spot by the doors, leaning against the wall. "I just want to talk."
"I'm tired, I want to go home. I DON'T want to waste my time talking to a guy like you." Usagi glared at him coldly.
"Please. Motoki is very worried about you, if you haven't noticed, if you give me a few minutes of your time I can assure him that nothing is wrong."
"But, nothing IS wrong." Usagi said.
"I'll decide that for myself, thank you very much. Now, please... lets go up to the fruit parlour, there's always someone there, so you don't have to worry about being alone with 'a guy like me'." He smiled.
"Why are you being so nice?.." Usagi asked cautiously.
"Is there something wrong with me trying to be nice for once?"
"Yes. I'd be much more comfortable if you were a cold jerk like usual." She admitted.
"But I'm not always a cold jerk. Right now just so happens to be one of those times that I'm not."
"Why do all guys do that?" Usagi asked as they sat down.
"Do what?" Mamoru asked.
"Act nice & caring so as to fool others into trusting them."
"Not all guys do that."
"Oh? And I suppose YOU are the only guy who doesn't do that?"
"No. I'm not going to say that. I HAVE done that before, lots of times, really. But Motoki isn't like that; he's genuinely worried about you right now. I'm here because to be completely honest, I'm worried about you too."
"Hah. Spare me your phoney concern. YOU worried about ME? Motoki-niisan I believe, but YOU!" She got up to leave but Mamoru grabbed her wrist & pulled her back down.
"Wait!" He said to a wide-eyed Usagi. "Why are you dressed like that? Big, loose sweaters & baggy pants."
"I just felt like it."
"It's JULY. No one feels like wearing such heavy clothes."
"Well, I do." She said angrily. "Is that all you dragged me here for or do you have something else you want to ask?"
"I have lots of questions for you."
"Like..."
"Like, why haven't you been eating?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb. I'm in med school. I can tell that when an already thin girl loses 10 pounds inside of a week that she hasn't been eating."
"I've been sick."
"Like how?"
"I don't know! Just sick!" Usagi said sharply. "I haven't really felt like eating that much & when I did eat I ended up losing it within about 10 minutes anyway."
"You would do what, vomit?"
"Yes! Why does this matter?! Can I please go home now?"
"Not yet. Was it your idea?"
"My idea to do what? Throw up? Definitely not! That's disgusting! You're disgusting!"
"Sorry, Usagi. I'm just trying to find out what's wrong. Maybe I can help you get better."
"I doubt it." She snapped.
"Next question; how did you get that mark on your face & that cut in your lip?"
"I already told you that."
"Right." Mamoru said. "You passed out & hit your head. You passed out because you were sick, huh?"
"Right."
"Wrong. People don't just fall down & get black eyes & cracked lips."
"Oh, is that so? Then PLEASE tell me, with all the knowledge you possess with your TWO YEARS of Medical School, how do YOU think I got my black eye?"
"I think someone hit you."
"That's preposterous!" Usagi said angrily. "Nobody hit me."
"Now you're getting defensive."
"Of course I'm getting defensive. You can't just go around making wild accusations & saying whatever you want!"
"Are they so wild?" He cocked an eyebrow. Remaining calm throughout all of Usagi's outbursts.
"Who do you think would've hit me?!"
"That boyfriend of yours, perhaps."
"Are you serious?"
"Why haven't you told us about your date, Usagi?"
"Because it's none of your business. And stop calling me by my name. You don't know me well enough to be referring to my by my first name alone."
"I've known you for 2 years, is that not long enough?"
"Long enough, but not well enough."
"What would you rather I call you? Odango Atama?" He suggested.
"No."
"Then what?"
"I don't know... just don't say my name at all."
"Alright then..." Mamoru frowned a little at her weird suggestion. "So, about your boyfriend-"
"He's NOT my boyfriend." She interrupted.
"Oh? He isn't? Did he break up with you? Is that why you're so moody?"
"No, no, & no." Usagi said. "I don't know why anyone would even want to be associated with scum like him."
"So he DID break up with you." Mamoru couldn't help but be relieved.
"No. But there's no way I'm going out with him again."
"What did he do? You thought so highly of him before your date. You said he was great, 'a sweet guy'."
"Well, I guess you & Motoki-niisan were right." She glared harshly at Mamoru. "Are you satisfied? Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"What do you mean?"
"A wolf..." She said quietly. She looked down at her hands in her lap. "A wolf... in men's clothing..."
"Oh God..." Mamoru stared at her as she began to shake violently. "Usagi..."
"Please... just let me... go home." She whimpered. "And don't tell anyone anything... especially Motoki-niisan."
"I promise. Do you want me to walk you home?" Mamoru asked. "Would you feel safer?"
"No. If it's all the same, I'd rather be alone." She looked up at him. Not exactly looking at his eyes, more like a spot on the wall behind his head. "Mamoru-san... can I ask you something?"
"Of course." He smiled.
"How... how did you-"
"I was top of my class in psychology. And physical clues were enough to send out an alert."
"I see." She said quietly.
"Can I ask you something, now?"
"I guess."
"Will you promise me that you'll eat something? You really look awful."
She smiled a little. "Alright. I'll try."
"Start with healthy stuff, too. If you pig out with junk food it will only make you feel sicker." He smiled.
"Okay." She got up & left the fruit parlour quickly, her arms folded across her chest as she walked home.
"Oh God..." Mamoru fell back into his seat & held his head in his hands. "I think I'm going to be sick." After about 10 minutes he got up & left Crown FP, going down the stairs, past the arcade.
"Mamoru?" Motoki asked as he locked the doors to the Crown Arcade. "Are you okay? You look pale."
"Yeah. I'm okay."
"Did you talk to Usagi-chan? I saw you waiting for her."
"Yeah. Yeah, I did."
"Well, what's wrong?"
"It was just a flu in my opinion. Or maybe she didn't cook a meal well enough. She's going to eat now. She promised me she'd eat healthier food, too."
"That's such a relief! I was beginning to get really worried. I thought that something bad had happened to her."
"Well, I'm going home now. See you tomorrow, Motoki." Mamoru smiled & left hastily.
"See you tomorrow." Motoki didn't seem to notice that Mamoru avoided eye contact. He always did that when he was lying.
*~*~*~*5 Days Later*~*~*~*
"Okay. I'm a little freaked out." Motoki admitted.
"Why?" Mamoru asked.
"Because. It's so quiet. You & Usagi-chan aren't fighting. In fact, you're hardly speaking to each other. AND, when you do it's always brief, quiet conversations that end when anyone gets even remotely within earshot."
"Oh? I didn't really think about it that much. I'm just making sure that she's eating right, & feeling better." Mamoru said. It was the truth, wasn't it?
"It's just strange. Since that day that you talked to her you've been acting so weird. Since when were you so protective of her?"
"What do you mean?"
"You watch her like a hawk & stare down ANY guy that comes in here." Motoki pointed out. "You two aren't... dating? Are you?"
"Of course not! She's 4 years younger than me."
"Well, then what's going on?"
"Nothing. Don't worry so much."
"Why is she dressing like that still? And how come she doesn't look at anyone when she's talking to them?"
"How should I know? The weather has been stormy lately, she's probably just dressing warm."
"I guess... at least she looks healthier than she did a week ago. That was just plain scary."
"Yeah." Mamoru agreed.
"She still doesn't smile though..." Motoki continued.
"Yeah."
"I wonder why..."
"Yeah."
"Mamoru! Are you even listening to what I'm saying?!" Motoki asked, insulted.
"Yeah." Mamoru replied. "Sorry, Motoki. My mind wandered to something else for a moment." He rubbed his eyes. "I haven't been getting much sleep."
"I've noticed. Everyone seems tired lately. Usagi-chan must still be feeling a little sick, she still has bags under her eyes, she mustn't be sleeping well either."
"No. I would suppose not. I'll see you later. I'm going to swing by the University & check something out, okay?"
" 'Kay." Motoki replied.
"I'll be back soon."
"See you later." Motoki replied as Mamoru quickly spoke to Usagi & left. 'Since when does he tell her about where he's going?'
*~*~*2 Hours Later*~*~*
Usagi was once again helping a little girl with the Sailor V game that she herself used to play every spare chance she got. Mamoru just came back from the University & was talking to Motoki at the counter. Usagi had finished work an hour ago but stuck around a little longer helping out the kids on games.
"Arigatou, Usagi-neesan!" A little girl smiled. ['neesan' is used for someone who is like an older sister. 'niisan' is used for someone who is like an older brother]
"No problem. I like helping, I was once new at this game too, but Motoki- niisan helped me." Usagi smiled at the small girl. "Only a few years ago..." she smiled again & left her to play on her own.
"Usagi-chan, are you going home now?" Motoki asked.
"Yeah. I'm dead-tired." She yawned.
"Are you going to be okay? Maybe Mamoru could walk you home in case you faint."
"Well... If she doesn't want me to its fine, I don't have to if you don't want me to Usagi." Mamoru looked from Motoki to Usagi.
"No. Please come." Usagi said quietly. "I'd feel safer."
Mamoru blinked. "O-okay then. Let's go." He waited until they were walking outside to ask her. "Why?"
"I've had this funny feeling all day... I'm afraid that I'll see him."
"Don't worry. I'll keep him away if he shows up." Mamoru smiled to cheer her up.
"Arigatou." Usagi replied. She turned away from looking up at him & froze dead in her tracks as unwanted tears immediately sprung to her eyes.
"Usagi? What's wrong?" Mamoru stopped & looked over at the girl. She was beginning to shake again, although he could tell how hard she was trying to keep herself steady. He followed her gaze to a few boys that looked about her age walking down the street towards her.
"Katsuo..." She whispered. "It's Katsuo..."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Okay, minna, here's ch.2. I STILL haven't said what happened to her, but if you haven't guessed yet it will be explained soon. Personally, I don't think this fic should be rated R, but it shouldn't be rated pg13 because of what happens later, it'd be more of a PA15 (if it was a movie) Anyway, please R&R. *~*And one more thing: This story isn't based on fact or anyone's life, ESPECIALLY not on mine.*~*
"Usagi..." She heard someone say her name as she walked out of the arcade. It was already 9:00 & getting dark out.
"Who's there?!" She asked alarmed.
"Relax, Odango Atama." Mamoru said from his spot by the doors, leaning against the wall. "I just want to talk."
"I'm tired, I want to go home. I DON'T want to waste my time talking to a guy like you." Usagi glared at him coldly.
"Please. Motoki is very worried about you, if you haven't noticed, if you give me a few minutes of your time I can assure him that nothing is wrong."
"But, nothing IS wrong." Usagi said.
"I'll decide that for myself, thank you very much. Now, please... lets go up to the fruit parlour, there's always someone there, so you don't have to worry about being alone with 'a guy like me'." He smiled.
"Why are you being so nice?.." Usagi asked cautiously.
"Is there something wrong with me trying to be nice for once?"
"Yes. I'd be much more comfortable if you were a cold jerk like usual." She admitted.
"But I'm not always a cold jerk. Right now just so happens to be one of those times that I'm not."
"Why do all guys do that?" Usagi asked as they sat down.
"Do what?" Mamoru asked.
"Act nice & caring so as to fool others into trusting them."
"Not all guys do that."
"Oh? And I suppose YOU are the only guy who doesn't do that?"
"No. I'm not going to say that. I HAVE done that before, lots of times, really. But Motoki isn't like that; he's genuinely worried about you right now. I'm here because to be completely honest, I'm worried about you too."
"Hah. Spare me your phoney concern. YOU worried about ME? Motoki-niisan I believe, but YOU!" She got up to leave but Mamoru grabbed her wrist & pulled her back down.
"Wait!" He said to a wide-eyed Usagi. "Why are you dressed like that? Big, loose sweaters & baggy pants."
"I just felt like it."
"It's JULY. No one feels like wearing such heavy clothes."
"Well, I do." She said angrily. "Is that all you dragged me here for or do you have something else you want to ask?"
"I have lots of questions for you."
"Like..."
"Like, why haven't you been eating?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb. I'm in med school. I can tell that when an already thin girl loses 10 pounds inside of a week that she hasn't been eating."
"I've been sick."
"Like how?"
"I don't know! Just sick!" Usagi said sharply. "I haven't really felt like eating that much & when I did eat I ended up losing it within about 10 minutes anyway."
"You would do what, vomit?"
"Yes! Why does this matter?! Can I please go home now?"
"Not yet. Was it your idea?"
"My idea to do what? Throw up? Definitely not! That's disgusting! You're disgusting!"
"Sorry, Usagi. I'm just trying to find out what's wrong. Maybe I can help you get better."
"I doubt it." She snapped.
"Next question; how did you get that mark on your face & that cut in your lip?"
"I already told you that."
"Right." Mamoru said. "You passed out & hit your head. You passed out because you were sick, huh?"
"Right."
"Wrong. People don't just fall down & get black eyes & cracked lips."
"Oh, is that so? Then PLEASE tell me, with all the knowledge you possess with your TWO YEARS of Medical School, how do YOU think I got my black eye?"
"I think someone hit you."
"That's preposterous!" Usagi said angrily. "Nobody hit me."
"Now you're getting defensive."
"Of course I'm getting defensive. You can't just go around making wild accusations & saying whatever you want!"
"Are they so wild?" He cocked an eyebrow. Remaining calm throughout all of Usagi's outbursts.
"Who do you think would've hit me?!"
"That boyfriend of yours, perhaps."
"Are you serious?"
"Why haven't you told us about your date, Usagi?"
"Because it's none of your business. And stop calling me by my name. You don't know me well enough to be referring to my by my first name alone."
"I've known you for 2 years, is that not long enough?"
"Long enough, but not well enough."
"What would you rather I call you? Odango Atama?" He suggested.
"No."
"Then what?"
"I don't know... just don't say my name at all."
"Alright then..." Mamoru frowned a little at her weird suggestion. "So, about your boyfriend-"
"He's NOT my boyfriend." She interrupted.
"Oh? He isn't? Did he break up with you? Is that why you're so moody?"
"No, no, & no." Usagi said. "I don't know why anyone would even want to be associated with scum like him."
"So he DID break up with you." Mamoru couldn't help but be relieved.
"No. But there's no way I'm going out with him again."
"What did he do? You thought so highly of him before your date. You said he was great, 'a sweet guy'."
"Well, I guess you & Motoki-niisan were right." She glared harshly at Mamoru. "Are you satisfied? Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"What do you mean?"
"A wolf..." She said quietly. She looked down at her hands in her lap. "A wolf... in men's clothing..."
"Oh God..." Mamoru stared at her as she began to shake violently. "Usagi..."
"Please... just let me... go home." She whimpered. "And don't tell anyone anything... especially Motoki-niisan."
"I promise. Do you want me to walk you home?" Mamoru asked. "Would you feel safer?"
"No. If it's all the same, I'd rather be alone." She looked up at him. Not exactly looking at his eyes, more like a spot on the wall behind his head. "Mamoru-san... can I ask you something?"
"Of course." He smiled.
"How... how did you-"
"I was top of my class in psychology. And physical clues were enough to send out an alert."
"I see." She said quietly.
"Can I ask you something, now?"
"I guess."
"Will you promise me that you'll eat something? You really look awful."
She smiled a little. "Alright. I'll try."
"Start with healthy stuff, too. If you pig out with junk food it will only make you feel sicker." He smiled.
"Okay." She got up & left the fruit parlour quickly, her arms folded across her chest as she walked home.
"Oh God..." Mamoru fell back into his seat & held his head in his hands. "I think I'm going to be sick." After about 10 minutes he got up & left Crown FP, going down the stairs, past the arcade.
"Mamoru?" Motoki asked as he locked the doors to the Crown Arcade. "Are you okay? You look pale."
"Yeah. I'm okay."
"Did you talk to Usagi-chan? I saw you waiting for her."
"Yeah. Yeah, I did."
"Well, what's wrong?"
"It was just a flu in my opinion. Or maybe she didn't cook a meal well enough. She's going to eat now. She promised me she'd eat healthier food, too."
"That's such a relief! I was beginning to get really worried. I thought that something bad had happened to her."
"Well, I'm going home now. See you tomorrow, Motoki." Mamoru smiled & left hastily.
"See you tomorrow." Motoki didn't seem to notice that Mamoru avoided eye contact. He always did that when he was lying.
*~*~*~*5 Days Later*~*~*~*
"Okay. I'm a little freaked out." Motoki admitted.
"Why?" Mamoru asked.
"Because. It's so quiet. You & Usagi-chan aren't fighting. In fact, you're hardly speaking to each other. AND, when you do it's always brief, quiet conversations that end when anyone gets even remotely within earshot."
"Oh? I didn't really think about it that much. I'm just making sure that she's eating right, & feeling better." Mamoru said. It was the truth, wasn't it?
"It's just strange. Since that day that you talked to her you've been acting so weird. Since when were you so protective of her?"
"What do you mean?"
"You watch her like a hawk & stare down ANY guy that comes in here." Motoki pointed out. "You two aren't... dating? Are you?"
"Of course not! She's 4 years younger than me."
"Well, then what's going on?"
"Nothing. Don't worry so much."
"Why is she dressing like that still? And how come she doesn't look at anyone when she's talking to them?"
"How should I know? The weather has been stormy lately, she's probably just dressing warm."
"I guess... at least she looks healthier than she did a week ago. That was just plain scary."
"Yeah." Mamoru agreed.
"She still doesn't smile though..." Motoki continued.
"Yeah."
"I wonder why..."
"Yeah."
"Mamoru! Are you even listening to what I'm saying?!" Motoki asked, insulted.
"Yeah." Mamoru replied. "Sorry, Motoki. My mind wandered to something else for a moment." He rubbed his eyes. "I haven't been getting much sleep."
"I've noticed. Everyone seems tired lately. Usagi-chan must still be feeling a little sick, she still has bags under her eyes, she mustn't be sleeping well either."
"No. I would suppose not. I'll see you later. I'm going to swing by the University & check something out, okay?"
" 'Kay." Motoki replied.
"I'll be back soon."
"See you later." Motoki replied as Mamoru quickly spoke to Usagi & left. 'Since when does he tell her about where he's going?'
*~*~*2 Hours Later*~*~*
Usagi was once again helping a little girl with the Sailor V game that she herself used to play every spare chance she got. Mamoru just came back from the University & was talking to Motoki at the counter. Usagi had finished work an hour ago but stuck around a little longer helping out the kids on games.
"Arigatou, Usagi-neesan!" A little girl smiled. ['neesan' is used for someone who is like an older sister. 'niisan' is used for someone who is like an older brother]
"No problem. I like helping, I was once new at this game too, but Motoki- niisan helped me." Usagi smiled at the small girl. "Only a few years ago..." she smiled again & left her to play on her own.
"Usagi-chan, are you going home now?" Motoki asked.
"Yeah. I'm dead-tired." She yawned.
"Are you going to be okay? Maybe Mamoru could walk you home in case you faint."
"Well... If she doesn't want me to its fine, I don't have to if you don't want me to Usagi." Mamoru looked from Motoki to Usagi.
"No. Please come." Usagi said quietly. "I'd feel safer."
Mamoru blinked. "O-okay then. Let's go." He waited until they were walking outside to ask her. "Why?"
"I've had this funny feeling all day... I'm afraid that I'll see him."
"Don't worry. I'll keep him away if he shows up." Mamoru smiled to cheer her up.
"Arigatou." Usagi replied. She turned away from looking up at him & froze dead in her tracks as unwanted tears immediately sprung to her eyes.
"Usagi? What's wrong?" Mamoru stopped & looked over at the girl. She was beginning to shake again, although he could tell how hard she was trying to keep herself steady. He followed her gaze to a few boys that looked about her age walking down the street towards her.
"Katsuo..." She whispered. "It's Katsuo..."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Okay, minna, here's ch.2. I STILL haven't said what happened to her, but if you haven't guessed yet it will be explained soon. Personally, I don't think this fic should be rated R, but it shouldn't be rated pg13 because of what happens later, it'd be more of a PA15 (if it was a movie) Anyway, please R&R. *~*And one more thing: This story isn't based on fact or anyone's life, ESPECIALLY not on mine.*~*