Synopsis: They scorned her once before but now she's back to show them what they refused see. Usagi POV
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Recap: "Motoki told me to pick you up."

Chapter 5:

My hands clenched at my side as I seethed in rage while I looked out Mamoru's car window. The theater, which usually took about five minutes to drive to, seemed to be miles and miles farther than normal, and Rei's constant side glances did not make amends to my already unbearable discomfort. What was she doing with Mamoru anyways? Not that I care or anything. I mean Rei and Mamoru can do whatever they want together. It's none of my business. In fact, the two swines belong together.

I snickered, but glared at the oh so charming couple as they turned to me with puzzled looks. How dare they.

The theater was in clear view now, and I silently sighed in relief. I could see Motoki's tall figure standing at the entrance, waiting patiently. The moment the car was parked, I bolted out the door without a second to spare. Instinctively, I ran up to Motoki and gave him a quick hug along with a peck on the cheek.

"Hey Usa, sorry about not picking you up. I had some last minute work at the arcade... you know, business is business." He was making up excuses, and I knew it, but this was Motoki. It just didn't matter.

I craned my neck upwards in order to see his face. Grinning I exclaimed, "Well, are we going on this date or not?"

He smiled back at me, and for a moment I forgot where I was. All of a sudden, nothing mattered, and I didn't have a care in the world. Mamoru was merely a man of the past. Rei didn't exist. And Motoki, dear Motoki, was everything.

Or was he really? A cough snapped me back to reality. I guiltily looked away as Mamoru and his priestess neared.

"Oh hey Mamoru, thanks for giving Usa a ride." He patted Mamoru's shoulder as a greeting.

"Boys," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

Mamoru glanced at me and answered, "Yeah sure man, no problem."

I pretended not to notice and grabbed Motoki's hand as we made our way to the ticket holder. Did he just choke?

"Theater 11 on your right. Enjoy the movie."

The previews had just begun, and the theater was already dark. Motoki led the way, and Mamoru was at my heels. Perturbed, I sped up in order to further my distance from him. To my horror, there seemed to be an extra step that I was not aware of and my clumsy 14-year-old self seemed to magically reappear.

My mouth formed an 'O' as I plunged forth into the darkness. How he knew I was about to fall, I never will know, but he caught me, quite easily I might add. Motoki was still climbing the stairs, and Rei stared at us from behind.

I unsteadily pushed Mamoru away, and ran up the stairs to join Motoki.

Throughout the movie, no one said a word. Not that you were supposed to in a theater. Mamoru sat to my left, between Rei and me. I fought back the urge to jump over them and run out of the theater screaming in frustration from the close vicinity of those who betrayed me.

The next two hours were sheer torture. Occasionally, Mamoru's and my arm would brush against each other, and I would be lying if I said there was no jolt of electricity. I looked Motoki and sighed. What was I to do?

Author's Note: Sorry guys, the school year really killed me, and I've been busy with volleyball all summer. Agh, this is a really short chapter, mainly a filler. I have an idea of where I want this to go, but right now I'm braindead from summer reading and visual arts homework. I'll try to revise this chapter this week... just wanted to put something up since it's been so long. Reviews please? I know it's been awhile. Make me feel loved! =]