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Chapter 2:

Truth was, she had no idea what this was. How could she explain it to the others, then?

She clung to Seiya's hand the whole time, drawing strength from him. She felt so….dirty, in a way. But what was she supposed to do? She told Mamoru. She did. She never kept anything in her letters. But he didn't reply. And he never left a number. Yet she was cheating on him, wasn't she. She couldn't deny it. She was cheating on her destinied love. She was ruining the future that was meant for them, she was killing the child she was supposed to carry, she was killing her Chibi-Usa. A low sob spluttered from her throat, and Seiya squeezed her hand a little tighter.

They were at the Arcade. Her four friends sitting, while she stood in front of them, half hiding behind the large man she clung to, looking at the floor.

"And Mamoru?" Rei asked, looking straight ahead, anywhere but at Usagi. "What do you think you're doing?" She shouted, turning her gaze to the blonde senshi with tears standing in her eyes. "Have you any idea what you're doing!"

"Of course, I know, Rei" Usagi whisperedtowards the floor.

The others sat silently. Ami's hands were folded in her lap. Luna sat with her small head bowed.

"Then why? Why are you doing this to Mamoru." Rei asked. "What did he say?"

"He's not saying anything." Usagi half growled, half cried. "He's not saying anything at all."

"What do you mean?" Makoto asked, alarmed. "You have held contact, haven't you." Rei implied.

"No". Usagi shook her head. "He's not replying."

"What do you mean, he's not replying?"

"He just isn't. Never." Usagi said. "But is it important?"

"Of course it is!" Rei exploded. "Obviously this is the reason! If Mamoru was here-"

"No" Usagi interrupted. "Rei, no." And Rei sat down again. "If Mamoru was here, I'd just be more confused. But my feelings for Seiya would be the same."

Seiya tightened his grip on her hand again, then. He couldn't tell her what it meant for him to hear her say this.

"Do you think you're making the right decision, Usagi?" Ami asked, calmly, reserved. The cool tone of her voice, the professional façade she kept on her features, broke Usagi's heart. For it was obvious she had broken their's with her actions. With breaking her destiny, breaking Crystal Tokyo, she broke everything they ever fought for.

But that was is, wasn't it. Because it has never been what she fought for. Never. All she ever fought for was peace,. And happiness, and love, and justice. Where was the justice in her destiny? She couldn't choose it. It was foretold. Hadn't she killed herself, all those thousands of years ago, to get out of this destiny, to get the man she loved, for destiny forbade her that?

She'd always been held back, she never had gotten what she wanted. Freedom. Freedom to be the simple girl she yearned to be, the simple girl Usagi once used to be, before she was Sailor Moon, before she was Serenity.

She didn't want Crystal Tokyo. She didn't want to be Neo Queen Serenity. She only wanted to be Usagi. And she wanted to love.

But could she tell them that? No. Of course not. Yes, Ami, she thought, yes I think I'm making the right decision. "I'm following my heart." She said instead. "I do what I always do."

Rei looked down then, her hair falling into her eyes, and Usagi flinched when she noticed the piro's shoulders shake with sobs.

"I don't know if I can accept that." Minako said, looking at Seiya.

"I guess you'll have to." Usagi said, her voice betraying her broken heart, as it suddenly was that of a leader. And it surprised and shocked the senshi.

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After Usagi and Seiya left, they stayed for a long while. How could this happen? What did that boy do to her? How could they make her see sense again? The only resolution they saw was one person. "Haruka? " Minako asked into her mobile phone.

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She couldn't seem to stop crying. She had slumped down the wall a few corners from the arcade, and Seiya had knelt down in front of her, his knees on her sides, cradling her to him, his head buried in her neck. She cried so hard he was afraid she would be sick. The sobs wrecked her body harder and he held her tighter. She tried to say something, but couldn't get the words out between her hiccupping.

"Shhh" He shushed, "It's okay, love." He rocked her gently. "Odango, it's okay. It'll be okay."

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"Would you teach me how to play the guitar?" Usagi asked later that night. Her head lay rested on his chest. He looked down at her, quirking an eyebrow. He knew of her musical talent. "Will you, please?" She asked again. "I'll try very hard, I promise."

"Why do you want to?" He asked her.

"Please." She said again, pouting her lips and he laughed, kissing them. "Okay" He smirked. "But you gotta make an effort."

She nodded and lowered her head back to it's earlier position. "It's something I've always wanted." She said, thinking. "Usagi wanted it, when she was little." She let her fingers slip through her hair. "I never thought about it again when I became Sailor Moon. And Serenity was more into ice-skating and dancing." She wanted to do something Usagi yearned for. She wanted to see if she yearned for the same things Usagi yearned for.

"Who am I?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking down at her.

"Who am I?" She asked again, sitting up. "Who do you think I am?"

She was very serious.

"You're my Odango."

She looked at him, long, tracing patterns on his arm with one lazy finger. Then she got up from the bed, took his scissors out of the drawer beside his desk, and loosened the buns on the top of her head. She positioned herself in front of his mirror, and looked at the image that stared back at her. "And if I cut them, who would I be then?"

"You'd still be my Odango." He answered calmly, and got up from the bed, standing behind her. "Do you want to cut it?" He asked.

"Yes, but I'm afraid" She piped, and he took the scissors from her, and cut one strand of her hair, to the length just below her shoulder blades.

"Want me to go on?" He caught her gaze in the mirror. And she nodded, silently. And he cut strand to strand, until all her hair was the same short length.

She smiled then, shaking her hand, delighted how it moved with her.

"How does it feel?" He smiled.

She beamed at him, turning around and hugging him. "Light" She laughed. "My head feels so light." She buried her face in her neck, feeling the ends of her hair. "My hair doesn't drag me down. I'm free to move my head wherever I want it."

"Yeah" He smiled. "You're free to move your head wherever you want it."

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