Hey guys! This chapter kinda goes into why Usagi hurt so much after the break-up.

Usagi flew through the papers and junk on her desk in her apartment. She needed her passport, and knew it was somewhere around here. Papers flew into the air, floating down gently before littering her floor. Usagi straightened up and looked at the mess around her. It's got to be somewhere around here, she thought. She looked around, spotting a small stand that held her telephone. It had two small drawers in it. That's where I put it. Duh! Usagi crawled through the mess on the floor before reaching her goal. Pulling open the drawers, she found a white envelope.

"Aha!" Usagi sat down, kneeling, before peeling open the envelope. What she saw made her gasp. They were pictures of her and Mamoru, together and happy. Usagi pulled out the pictures, pausing before going through them. She hesitated when she saw the first picture. The picture was taken when Usagi and Mamoru had their first vacation together. A kind stranger offered to take their picture. Usagi was in a pink miniskirt and a white tank-top. Mamoru was in a baggy pair of pants with a baggy tee. He held her around the waist, and had bent down to kiss her. When Usagi's lips met his, the picture was taken. Usagi leaned against the stand, going back through her memories.

FLASHBACK:

Usagi ran on the beaches of Hawaii, kicking up sand behind her. Mamoru chased after her. She had his shirt and refused to give it back to him, and Mamoru had started to run after her. He was bare-chested, and his perfectly toned body caught the eyes of girls around him. They sighed when they saw him chasing after his girlfriend. Finally catching her, he tackled her down to the ground. Breathing heavily, he grinned.

"Gotcha!" he leaned on his elbows, pulling wet strands of Usagi's hair away from her face. Usagi smiled, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. He looked back at her, his eyes growing dark with love and lust. Usagi leaned up to catch a kiss, and Mamoru returned it, full force. It was deep and passionate, full of love. A passerby smiled at the couple and turned to her husband.

"Now that's true love," she held her husband's hands, giving them a squeeze. "How come you never love me like that?"

"Like this?" the woman's husband leaned down and gave her a quick and adoring kiss. The woman grinned up at the man and they walked down the beach, her head on his shoulder. Usagi heard everything and smiled in her head. They were truly in love.

END FLASHBACK

Usagi ripped up the picture angrily, throwing the pieces in the air. They came back to earth like snowflakes. Usagi looked at the next picture. It was of her in high school, two years ago (let's pretend that Usagi has just turned twenty-one, therefore, she was eighteen in the picture). It was her first picture with Mamoru. They were sitting side by side at a restaurant. It was their first date. Their hands were clasped as they grinned at the camera. Usagi went back to their first meeting.

FLASHBACK

Usagi screamed as a man advanced on her in an alleyway. She was taking the dark path as a short-cut to home, but had met this man there. The guy was tall with black hair, and had stubble on his chin and cheeks. He had wild eyes that danced around and yellow teeth. Usagi screamed again as the man grabbed her hand.

"Hey baby," the man's breath stank with beer and cigarettes. "You're a pretty girl, aren't ya? So how's about me and you hit it off tonight?" The man unzipped his jeans as Usagi screamed again, even louder this time. She squeezed her eyes shut as the rogue pressed her up against the side of a building. Suddenly, she heard a yelp and wind whooshing by her as a thump echoed in the alley. She opened her eyes slowly and saw the man that was trying to rape her on the ground, nose bleeding. He was unconscious. Usagi looked wildly around her and spotted a young man standing there, staring hatefully at the scoundrel on the ground. He had handsome blue eyes, which flashed with anger at the moment, and a strong chin. His hair was jet black, short, and had a spiky look to it. He wore a loose fitting shirt and black pants. His shirt showed off his large and toned biceps. All-in-all, he was drop-dead gorgeous. He turned towards her.

"Are you ok, little miss?" Usagi fainted with fear from the incident, and he caught her in his strong arms. "I guess not."

Usagi awoke with a groan. Her head was pounding. Groggily opening her eyes, she took in her surroundings. Usagi bolted upright, remembering the episode from before. She was on a soft bed in a large, cozy looking room. A lamp was lit on a nightstand, casting a warm glow in the otherwise dark space. She found herself in her school uniform, a cold towel on her head.

"Wh-where am I?" Usagi got out of bed, struggling to walk to the bedroom door, but reaching her goal. Opening the door, she peered out into a hallway that was lit with a single bulb. She cautiously walked out, making sure not to make any noise. But, being the clumsy girl she was, she tripped over her feet, falling with a loud thump. Usagi got up quickly, starting to cry. Sniffling, she reached the end of the hallway, and found herself in a large kitchen. She looked at the spotless counter and cabinets. A sparkling silver sink adorned a corner. Pots and pans hung over an electrical stove. Usagi took it all in before walking into a huge living room. Everything was white except for comfy black leather chairs and a silver TV set, complete with a DVD player, VCR, and a black PS2. "Whoever lives here sure is wealthy." A sudden hand on her shoulder made her scream loudly. Usagi ran across the room, wiping away her tears in the process. She found herself with her back to a wall and looking into the most gorgeous eyes she had ever seen.

"Who are you?" was her intelligent whisper.

"I'm Mamoru Chiba," the man replied. His voice was deep and rich, the kind of voice a person could fall in love with. "You had a pretty nasty incident back there."

"Yeah," she held her eyes downcast, ashamed of the incident. Tears formed in her eyes at the thought of the rogue. "He was evil."

"What's your name, if I may ask?"

"Usagi... Usagi Tsukino."

"Very nice to meet you." Mamoru stuck out a hand to shake. Usagi lightly grabbed it. He shook enthusiastically for a few moments, before letting go. Usagi's heart thudded a bit faster. She bit her lip, afraid of losing control of her emotions. Fear and sadness was at the top of the list, and she knew she would burst out crying if she didn't keep it cool.

"Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Chiba. Umm... where am I?"

"You're at my apartment. You fainted out there. Luckily I heard your screams; otherwise that guy would've had you for good."

"Oh. Thank you so much Mr. Chiba. Thank you for saving my honor and rep. I don't really remember what happened back there. That guy just jumped out of nowhere," Usagi was still whispering, tears falling gently from her face. Mamoru tilted her chin up, so that her eyes met his. He smiled.

"Call me Mamoru," he said before leaning in for a kiss. Usagi didn't know what was happening; all of her emotions ran haywire. But whatever it was, it felt good. She willingly returned the kiss.

END FLASHBACK

Usagi screamed loudly, tearing up all of the pictures. She threw all of them up in the air. Her eyes were wild with loneliness and hate, her shirt was soaking with sweat. On sleeve of the shirt hung off of her shoulder, the other was up on her neck. She looked untamed and pathetic. Usagi started taking everything she could in sight and throwing it at the opposite wall. Vases and candelabras shattered; the tinkling of glass hitting the floor was continuous. Still screaming, her eyes blurred with tears.

"I hate you Mamoru Chiba!!" Usagi yelled with all her strength, her voice echoing in her apartment. She collapsed and rolled herself into the fetal position, rocking back and forth, her strength gone. Her voice was now a whisper. "I hate you."
That chapter was a lot longer than the others. There. I kinda described why Usagi hurt so much. So now you guys know. All reviews are welcome, but please no flames. If you don't like my story, just say why you don't like it. Thanx! Ja ne!