Haunting October.
Chapter 2

Okay here go Chap 2, and yall might not like it but tell me what you guys think. I will have to fix somethings.

Disclaimers: I dont own Sailor Moon.

Chapter Two.

He stared through the peephole seeing Usagi's bright eyes peering up waiting for him to open. He opened his door wondering how she knew where he lived and what she was doing there. He cracked the door wide enough to see her face fully, her eyes seemed a little puffy. He could tell that she was crying. The urge to kiss her salty cheeks caressed him, but he fought it back wondering what the hell was his world coming to. He silently swore at himself wondering where his manners had went also.

"Usagi." He groaned his voice sounding so unlike him that it sent him on edge a little he stepped back allowing her access to his junky apartment which somewhere along the line he stopped caring and stopped cleaning. Usagi stepped in a little taken back by his appearance, the dark rings underneath his eyes scared her. And when she finally had a good view of his place her heart hammered, she couldn't believe her summer blue eyes, his place was a mess. Usagi opted for a joke to break the ice and she prayed like hell that it would work.

"And I thought that I was the sloppy one." She kidded, stepping over the magazines in her way and walking over to his couch to plop down. Mamoru smiled and slightly laughed, a laugh that sounded foreign to him, his face creased into a smile that hadn't been visible on his features in a year. Usagi smiled, her plan was working already.

"Sure Odango whatever you say." Mamoru retorted the inside of his heart warming up, feeling good to have something that came so natural back in place. His eyes shifted around his apartment not really caring that it was his Odango Atama seeing him like that.

"Mamoru…" Usagi paused, her bottom lip trembling, her heart clenching, not sure if she was ready to ask him out at all, but upon Motoki's orders she would carry out his wishes.

"Mamoru, come out with me tomorrow, it will be fun." She rushed her face paling as his smile faded to be replaced with his former bitter expression. Her eyes dropped to pay attention to the different magazines littered on his beige carpeted floor. Mamoru's heart clenched in his chest at his very downfall, she would be his downfall or his very release.

"Usagi I don't think that's such a good idea." He started, his voice dropping to a lower octave, the very depression he felt seeping back into his lonely bones.

"I'm not taking no for an answer Mamoru." Usagi said getting up from his couch bending down to start picking up his old abandoned magazines. Mamoru was speechless; Usagi had always seemed to do that to him. She ignored him, working on her task at hand.

"Let's start by cleaning your apartment." She said putting the magazines in her area in a small pile on his coffee table. She smiled bringing joy into the room.

"Get out." He barked, pissed about her audacity to even think that she had a right to invade his life again like she used to. But this was too personal, all of their meetings happened at the arcade, or outside where she would deem his head a trash can. Mamoru clenched his chest; the tight knots were forming again.

"The arcade." He said catching her attention only getting her to pause just for a second as she got back to the task at hand cleaning his apartment.

"What about it?" She asked acting nonchalant like Motoki had briefed her to do. Mamoru's eyes rolled, him wondering how she could just stroll on into his place and send memories crashing down upon a world he left a year ago, his world. He stopped ready to strangle the girl, feeling an emotion he hadn't felt in a minute, anger against Usagi being so simple.

"Get out." He said again, this time walking over to his apartment door to let her out, she ignored him standing up from her position on the floor. To walk towards where she assumed his kitchen was at.

"Where are your trash bags?" She asked him smiling to herself feeling good for getting underneath his skin again.

"Fine then." He huffed exasperated throwing his hands up in the air walking off to his bedroom down the hall. He assumed that she would leave if he wouldn't keep her company.

'That fucking Odango.' He thought laying down in his bed, not sure if he wanted to doze off with her in his apartment. Maybe the nightmares would start and he didn't want her to witness the process he went through.

Usagi smiled walking with trash bags in hand towards the door to lock it.

'Motoki never said that it would be like this.' She thought also wondering how long it would take for her to clean Mamoru's pig sty, she smiled remembering when her room was the exact replica of his apartment. It was close to three in the morning when her cleaning tirade had finally stopped, her stomach growling shocking her yet again. That problem had ceased once she changed her eating habits. She giggled feeling normal for a change. Mamoru's apartment was spotless, it seemed so much more like Mamoru's place. She went into the kitchen to check the fridge, pulling it open she scrunched her face up when the smell of rotted food hit her nose. The smell made her want to vomit.

'What the hell was he eating if his fridge is like this?' She asked herself pulling the contents out of his fridge to put in the trash can.

'Maybe I should make market.' She told herself, rummaging through his things for a spare key, it was no sense in doing all of this work and not being able to complete the task that Motoki had set her on.

Her trip to the market was simple and short as she stacked up on things that Mamoru would definitely need to survive, she couldn't believe that he had completely let himself go. Motoki was completely right, she realized that she would have to storm her way back into his life once again as she had done before.

Mamoru was still sleep as she let herself back into his apartment ready to cook him a good breakfast. But knowing Mamoru she realized he would think that her cooking still sucked, he would probably make some snide comment about her cooking her Odangos for breakfast. She snorted packing his fridge leaving out the contents that she had needed so they could start the day right.

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