Alright, so here's chapter 2. Sorry it took a while, I've been sooooo busy lately. I'm working on MMitRR, but I'm in a bit of writer's block so be patient. This story is kind of weird, and I'm not really sure where its going exactly. I'm experimenting and letting it write itself. But uh, here's chapter 2, Read and Review, PLEASE! Let me know you're thoughts, its super useful to me! Thanks!

VB

DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me. Never has, and probably never will. Le sigh...

Of Medals and Rent

Chapter 2: Used Underwear and Confrontation

Usagi made her way into the conference room, and had a seat. She looked the whole place over, as she always did trying to find new signs of Chiba's wealth and reason to hate him.

So far, nothing was too surprising, yet a small bowl of jellybeans in the center of the table proved to look more than appetizing. Taking the whole bowl for herself, she began munching on the food thinking of a way she would take down Chiba, but her train of thought was frequently getting disrupted.

'He won't really go through with it….he's just trying to push my buttons…I wonder if he's had sex with one of the secretaries on this marble table…I bet it would be cold…'

She gasped at her own thoughts and shook her head in frustration. "Argh!" she shouted out, flushing a little bit.

'Seriously, Usagi, get your mind out of the gutter!...There are very important tasks at hand here!...Let's see…this HAS to be illegal in some way…though I doubt that would matter with someone who has so much power…why does he have to be a jerk!'

She took note of some framed black and white photos along the walls of the room. They were clearly, very "artistic"—"modern", the exact kind of thing someone so powerful would use to confuse young beautiful women into thinking he had an appreciation for art.

'He's an eccentric jerk, which makes him dangerous…' Usagi thought tactfully. 'I bet he has some trophy of the girls he's been with around here…that sicko would get off on something like that…'

Usagi bent over in her chair and looked under the table, " He probably keeps used panties underneath here".

Compelled to fulfill her fantasy of Mamoru being a creepy pervert, Usagi found herself on her hands and knees crawling underneath the length of the long marble table.

"Geez, what a perv! What a damned perv he is!"

Usagi reached the end of the table, trying to avoid to the pair of feet she was near, when she realized her search had failed her.

"Ugh! You've got to stop thinking about these dirty things all the time, Usa!" She screamed at herself, turning toward the head of the table, and suddenly recognizing that there were feet there.

Her hands rose quickly to her mouth. 'No, please…God, no…' she thought to herself.

Scared to look, but aware that it was inevitable, Usagi brought her gaze to the feet, and followed up through the legs and to the man grinning down at her from the large arm chair at the head of the table.

"Chiba!" she screamed, bonking her head from underneath the table. She scrambled backwards out from underneath, and rubbed her sore head as she stood up.

Standing at the other end of the table, Usagi kept her stance ready, as if hunting a tiger.

"You perverted—uncultured--!"

"I'm perverted?" he questioned coolly, eyeing her so that she now began to feel like prey.

"Yes! Of course you are!"

"You're the one searching for used underwear in my office…"

Usagi blushed, realizing just how long Mamoru had been in the room.

"…So, I have all rights to assume that you're the one who is a pervert, Usagi. Regardless I accept your apology".

"I didn't apologize!" She hollered, stamping her foot like a child.

"Good, then I won't feel bad about making fun of you for it," he replied matter of factly, still quite comfortable in his seat.

Usagi, however, refused to sit.

"Oh, I see you've brought my medal. Very classy. I'm afraid anyone who has seen you today must think you're completely insane."

"I want you out of my life, Chiba," she stated flatly.

Mamoru smiled to himself, as if briefly entertaining the thought. "You can't run forever, Odango."

Usagi winced at the nickname, one use to torment her through her junior high years. The youth had caught on to Mamoru's nickname, and it remained for a good three years or so before everyone got tired of it—everyone except Mamoru.

"You can't do this!" she exclaimed, now far less timid and approaching him in his anger. "Its-Its-Its discrimination! You can't have that kind of biased charging of your tenants! Its illegal, Mamoru, and I WILL take you to court!"

Mamoru nodded his head to side, digesting the information, but still smiled infuriatingly, both frightening and pissing off Usagi.

"Well, you're right that it is discrimination. And if it were one of my large hotel complexes, it would be illegal. However, the fact of the matter is it is a house, Odango. I privately own the house, and I am choosing to continue renting rooms. Because it is my personal property, I can 'discriminate' all I want".

Usagi's face fell, while Mamoru's reigned triumphant.

"What do you want from me?" she managed to choke out.

"You know, Odango".

She felt her anger burning back up inside of her, but physically externally she was paralyzed. She couldn't see a way out of this situation…

Mamoru stood up, and casually dragged a hand through his thick black hair as he began to approach Usagi.

"I want you, Odango. I will let you live in one of my apartment complexes for free. That would be a home far better than what you're living in now, worth more, for nothing. You'd be closer to the city as well. All you have to do is work for me, again."

"No," she replied, shaking her head, fighting memories of the past, sensations of hurt.

"You know Odango, I don't know why you resist the position so. Many would kill for it. All you have to do is what I tell you. Being an assistant isn't difficult at al—"

"You mean being a slave? Being at your whim 24 hours a day just so you can humiliate me for your entertainment?"

"Geez Odango, it's not like that, keep in mind I'm paying you, and quite a handsome sum at that…'

"No, fuck you Mamoru. Fuck you and your apartment houses and all of the things you can GIVE to me for free!"

"Usagi, you should know that I'm being kind. I know what kind of financial situation you're in…"

"I'll work something out!" she snapped back at him.

"You've worked far worse jobs before, Usagi! What's humiliation in comparison to cold clammy hands on your skin! Drool dripping from hi—"

Mamoru was cut off by Usagi slapping him across the face.

"I hate you," she whispered.

"Fine," his tone was low, and his voice muted by anger frightened Usagi more than any yelling ever would. "Go back to the corner of 27th and 3rd! Oh you thought I wouldn't know? I've got friends there, Usagi, friends of your friends. Do what you please, I'll find you again."

Usagi trembled from controlling her emotions when she felt her cell phone vibrating.

"Who is it?" Mamoru asked.

"Hello Diamond," she answered completely ignoring Mamoru. "No…Yes!" she giggled into the phone. Darien witnessed this transformation in her, a movement towards giddiness and felt his uneasiness increase. "Well, yeah if you want…You're awful!...Okay, okay I'll be there, don't get creepy on me…Alright, goodbye."

Usagi looked up at Mamoru glaring at her. "What is it?" she asked a bit shocked.

"Who's Diamond?"

"My potential boss…" she replied nervously.

"What about the school?"

"I'm not sure right now…" her voice was shaky, and laced with a bit of guilt.

"I don't believe you! You aren't at all who I thought you to be Usagi," he stated coldly.

Usagi was beyond shock. He had just been insulting her for her past career professions. The two of them had a history; Usagi couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind. The two of them knew each other very well, but neither, for good reason trusted the other. Because of that they never could understand each other.

Usagi sighed. Her relationship with Mamoru had never been stable. They had been friends, lovers, enemies, acquaintances, and everything in between. More than anything, she was grateful that Mamoru hadn't tried to put any moves on her. The man knew he was sexy as the temptations of hell, and he wouldn't sometime slightly graze her skin, causing memories to flow quickly back into her mind.

But now she was shocked more than ever. Mamoru more than frequently expressed disgust with Usagi, but never actual disappointment. Rather than feel her inner dissonance trying to reconcile her image of Mamoru, Usagi took careful note that this could perhaps be a weakness for him, and used to her advantage. She was a teacher at the school where they met, where they grew up together. The former principle of the school was very close to particularly Mamoru and Usagi, because he had been there for both of them in their hard times. She didn't feel good about switching jobs, but Mamoru was right: she needed money.

Usagi pushed those thoughts out of her head, "Well, this was a complete waste of time. I've still got the medal Mamoru, and I'm not budging to you or your demands".

"Then in regards to your apartment…?"

"Looks like I'm moving out Mamoru," she said smiling, and making her way to the door.

"Odango, wait!"

Usagi laughed. "You can't do anything about it Mamoru".

"You have nowhere to go," he countered, and Usagi smiled. She could sense that he was starting to grow tense. He thrived on controlling her, and the inability to do so must have been frightening to him.

"I'll figure it out Mamoru," she said turning to wave goodbye to him. "You've been less than charming. Let's do this again sometime".

Thrilled that she had taken control of the situation Usagi excused herself and left the building.

She walked by Jadeite, and the two winked at each other. Jadeite followed up by shaking his head wondering to himself: 'what will ever become of them?'

Usagi was very much still infuriated, but she was also happy that she had found a strong point over Mamoru. It was true that there was a point in her life where she had sold herself to men. 'I wasn't very good at it,' she mused to herself, and laughed a bit. It was a part of her life that she had comes to terms with and wanted to leave in the past.

Walking towards the elevator, Usagi noticed the secretary again. "Hey, Anne is it?" she asked.

Anne half smiled to confirm.

"Great, great. I hope there are no hard feelings from before. To tell you the truth, he just can't keep up with me. So, I have to go find another man who can do it, but feel free to pick up where I left off. I'm sure he won't mind. Thanks for everything!"

And completely satisfied with herself, and ready to wage war, Usagi left for lunch and to devise a plan.

Thats all for now! Review review review please!