Synopsis: They scorned her once before but now she's back to show them what they refused see. Usagi POV
Disclaimer: not mine

Recap: "No matter how many times you say 'sorry', you will never know what I went through."

Chapter 4:

The cold ambrosia slipped down my throat as I closed my eyes and enjoyed every spoonful in rapturous ecstasy. The frothy white cream that was once upon the now deceased ice cream sundae somehow found its way to the corners of my mouth and I took pleasure in slowly licking them off with the tip of my tongue. So this was heaven. I smiled, eyes still shut in delight.

"Ahem," Motoki coughed, "shall I leave you and the ice cream alone?"

I laughed stopping suddenly when my eyes reached his face. His beautiful smile made everything else around us seem so shabby and bland in comparison, and his eyes were focused intently on me and only me as if I was the most important person in the world to him.

"Usa, is there something wrong? Usa?" he reached to plant his perfect hand on my shoulder, but I cringed as I shook myself from my trance, and he hesitated pulling it back.

I shook my head in reply.

"Well, I have these two tickets to the movies, and I was wondering…" he scratched the back of his head like he always does when he's nervous.

"Why Motoki, are you asking me out on a date?" I was playing coy and loving every moment of it as he squirmed under my gaze.

"Um. You see…"

"Sure. What time does the movie start?" I asked.

"Really? You'll come? Great! I'll pick you up at 8! See you later Usa!" he away to serve his other customers in a frenzy like a tornado bustling around a field of grass.

And so, I left with a raised eyebrow and a full stomach.

When I got home, I immediately started to rummage through my closet for the perfect outfit. I had to look nice for my first date back in Tokyo. It was a date, right?

After an hour of searching, my clothes seemed to blur into an ocean of colors, and I was going to be picked up by Motoki soon. Irritated, I closed my eyes and pulled out the first two pieces of clothing I laid my hands on; and thankfully, they matched. I hurriedly slipped into a comfortable pink skirt that clung to all the right curves and flared at the bottom, with a white tank top. Simple and sweet.

Ding Dong, the doorbell rang.

"Coming!" I cried from my room as if anyone could actually hear me.

I slipped on a pair of flip flops and walked as casually to the door as I could. Calm down, I told myself. It was only Motoki. I was making way too big a deal of something so small. Putting a sweet smile upon my face I twisted the doorknob as I readied myself to utter a cheerful greeting.

To my horror, it wasn't Motoki who was waiting for me at the other side of the door. It was Mamoru. My grin instantly dissipated into a scowl.

"What are you doing here?" my lips pressed together into a line so thin that it was barely visible.

His reply was terse, and his voice unfamiliarly distant. "Motoki told me to pick you up."

I shocked myself by nodding involuntarily as he motioned me to follow him into his car. I bit the side of my mouth, realizing that I had at one point or another, performed the very same action many times ago. No matter how hard I tried, it was evident, I couldn't forget. Anyone but him.

"Usagi!"

I blinked.

"Rei? What is going on?" I demanded an explanation.

"Motoki told me to pick you up," he repeated.

A swarm of emotions surged through my veins. Anger. Sadness. Regret?

The rest of the carried was monotonous. No one spoke to one another, and I refused to look at Rei. I could see her take fleeting glances towards me from the passenger seat, but I ignored them, not wanting to waste my energy on someone like her. The air was stiff, and I opened the windows to breathe. A sigh of relief. We were nearing the theater.

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait guys. I can't seem to get into the mood for writing. I figure, if I don't feel up to it, the story won't be as good. Writer's block? I'd say so. It's short, I know. Right now, I'm not sure who Usagi's going to end up with. Who knows, maybe no one. =P Enjoy!