Usagi clutched the picture of her family to her chest and slowly left the house and dragged her feet down the sidewalk and into the park, thinking nothing, just crying. When Usagi had reached the center of the park she ran onto the freshly mowed lawn and dropped to her knees near a cherry blossom tree and looked up at the sky. The clouds were blackening and the distinct sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. Usagi covered her face with her hands, 'Why? Why did they have to die? Shingo! Mama! Papa!'. The people walking around her starred at her in interest as to why she was crying, but continued on their way. Rain began to fall around her but Usagi kept her face covered and just listened to the people laughs and scream as the rain began to fall. The ice cold rain pounded her back far harder than in the shower; the rain hurt, it was falling so hard. Usagi threw her hands in the air and yelled, "GREAT! MY FAMILY IS DEAD, I HAVE NO HOME OR MONEY OR CLOTHES OR ANYTHING, AND NOW IT IS RAINING!". Usagi's throat suddenly began to hurt real bad; she had strained her throat too much with how loud and high-pitched her scream was. Usagi just layed down on the ground and continued sobbing. Not even two seconds after this Usagi heard through all the thunder and the sound of the rain hitting the ground, someone yelling her name, 'Odango Atama?'.
The voice was hard to make out who it belonged to through all the noise from the storm. 'If it is Mamoru-baka, my life is over. This is so humiliating, I'm soaked, crying, hurting, and miserable...' Usagi thought. A hand seized her left upper right arm and another gripped her left shoulder. Someone was pulling her up to her feet. Once they stabled Usagi on both feet, the hands let go and moved to her hands that still covered her face. The hands slowly and gently pryed Usagi's off of her face. Her eyes slowly opened, and she gasped at who she saw...Mamoru-baka. "Great..." Usagi muttered as her eyes flicked to the ground. 'Beautiful,' Usagi thought, 'my bra probably shows through my soaked, white shirt and HE will see, so embarassing...'. Mamoru wrapped an arm around Usagi's shoulders and clutched her to him as he began to walk, pulling his jacket off and giveing it to Usagi to put on. Usagi of course wondered why he was helping her, but was grateful for the little bit of heat his body gave to her right side. Usagi was dragging her feet and felt Mamoru struggleing to walk and pull Usagi along at the same time. 'I'm surprised he hasn't said anything about my feet dragging' Usagi thought. After quite a while they arrived in front of a thirty story apartment complex. Mamoru guided Usagi up the ten marble steps leading into it. Inside the complex, the lobby was made of marble as well and had ten tall white collums with golden trim bordering the lobby, in between each of them was a door with a golden knob. Mamoru led Usagi to the door nearest them and they came into a short hallway, the end of the hallway had a elevator and to the left of the elevator the hallway led into another. The two made their way to the elevator; once inside Mamoru pressed three and then zero. Acouple minutes later their was a 'Ding!' signaling the elevator had reached the top floor.

Usagi was very cold and was shakeing violently and her teeth were chattering as Mamoru led her out of the elevator and a few doors down the hallway. He inserted a key into the keyhole and let the door swing open. He didn't speak until the door had been closed and locked and he had removed his shoes, "So, your family was killed in a car crash? It was on the news. I am sorry, my parents died in a car crash as well, that was when I was young, six, actually". Mamoru surveyed Usagi for a second before dissapearing into his room and comeing back a moment later holding a t-shirt and pair of flannel pajama bottoms; each looked like they would fit him. He motioned to Usagi to come to him. She hesitated for a moment before walking over to him, rubbing her arm nervously.

"You don't need to be nervous. I was just going to have you take a bath so you can warm up and get out of those soaked clothes. I'm sorry you have to wear my clothes, but I heard you screaming in the park, and by the sounds of it, you don't have any. I'll take go shopping tomarrow to get you some. You don't need to wear my clothes if you don't want to. But I want you to wear isomething/i, I think you will agree with me on that.". This last statement received a weak smile on Usagi's part. Mamoru went into the bathroom and began to draw a bath for Usagi. A moment later he emerged and let Usagi in, closing the door behind her he made his way over to the couch and waited for her to finish.

"I feel so bad for Usagi. She didn't deserve this, not at all. Did they not think of her when they emptied her home?" Mamoru whispered to himself. A moment later Usagi emerged from the steaming bathroom, in one of Mamoru's t-shirts that the sleeves reached past her elbow and the bottom went to below her knee. The blue and black flanned pajama bottoms were only kept on Usagi's waist from the drawstring in the waist band and Usagi stepped on the bottoms as she walked. Usagi's face was still tear strewn and she was still shakeing with sobs. She saw Mamoru on the couch reading a book and rubbed her arm nervously again, unsure of what to do now. Mamoru glanced up at her and set his book down. He stood up and made his way to his room and came out holding a folded up cott. He unfolded the cott in the corner of the liveing room and unfolded a blanket and layed it down on the cott. He unfolded another blanket that was draped over the side ov the couch and placed it, open, ontop of the first. He dissapeared into his room again and came out with a pillow and set it on the head of the cott.

From the look on Usagi's face, he could tell she was unsure of weather or not to sleep there. "Don't worry, the blankets are not from my bed neither is the pillow. Now go to sleep, if you would feel better, I can go to sleep too. At this Usagi stirred and spoke, "NO!...umm...I mean, you don't have to go to sleep, I am fine. Acctually, with what has happened lately, I don't think I can sleep, I feel wide-awake.". Mamoru put his hands in his pockets and looked at Usagi, standing next to the bed he made her. Usagi shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and he spoke, "Do you want something to eat? You look as white as a ghost". "No, thats okay. I am not all that hungery..." Usagi spoke, 'What? No comment like, 'Wow, odango isn't hungery? Thats a new one.'? Mamoru is acting really weird in my opinion...'.

Mamoru turned and entered his kitchen and emerged a few minutes later holding a steaming cup of hot liquid that Usagi guessed was tea, and a bowl of soup. "At least try to eat something, Odango Atama." He spoke as he handed her the bowl of soup and gave her her tea. Usagi huffed and carefully set her bowl in her lap. She reached up to her buns and un-did them, letting her brilliant mass of long golden hair fall freely. "There," Usagi spoke with anger in her voice, "Now you can't call me 'Odango Atama' anymore. But I can still refer to you as 'Mamoru-Baka' because you are a baka and there is nothing you can do about it". Her last sentence caused a smile to form on her face. But Mamoru did not smile, he only frowned at Usagi. "Why did you do that?" He began, referring to her takeing her odango's out of her hair, "You looked fine with them in...". Mamoru attempted to put her odangos back in, but failed. Usagi gave a small sigh and after a couple of minutes, spoke, "Here...". She managed to put her odangos back in in less than a minute.

Mamoru was sighlent for a moment before speaking, "Well, you better start eating it before it gets cold. It took me forever to make it. It is deliciouse, really.". Usagi threw her hair behind her shoulders and lifted her spoon and began to eat. The hot soup sent a wave of warmth to every part of her body, all the way to her fingertips. "This is wonderful. Thank you. But, I am still not that hungery." Usagi spoke, handing the bowl back to Mamoru. "Its alright. I understand." Mamoru spoke softly. He walked into the kitchen, emptied the bowl and dispensed it into the sink to be washed. "For some reason...the first time I saw Usagi smile today, even as weak as it was, my heart lept...I can't figure out why. It isn't love though...is it?...I can't love iher/i.' Mamoru thought as he watched Usagi from the kitchen, stare into her tea cup as she traced the rim of it with her thumb, 'But, I wouldn't know if it is love would I? I haven't been in love before, not once...not once before. Ha! Listen to me! The thing I idon't/i want is the first guess I jump to.'.

"Mamoru-Baka? Are you okay?" A sweet, concerned voice broke into his thoughts. Mamoru blinked and turned his head to see Usagi standing next to him, her eyes finding their way into his. "What? Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine..." Mamoru spoke as he glanced over at the slideing glass doors leading onto the balcony to brake the lock Usagi's eyes had made with his. The rain was calming as it battered against the glass. "No you're not," Usagi declared, "You're in love". Mamoru started, "I am inot/i I repeat inot/i in love!". Mamoru's heart began to beat fast as he saw Usagi smile again. Except it was different this time; her smile was a calm, happy and understanding smile. Mamoru noticed this and spoke, "Wh-What?". Usagi too, starred out of the glass doors leading onto the balcony and sighed. "Well, I always get that look too. The look where your eyes glaze over and you look sort of like you're day dreaming". "Thats because ibyou/i/biare/i day dreaming." Mamoru spoke. Usagi didn't shoot a insult or anything back, but shook her head, in short turns, slowly. "No," She spoke in a thoughtful way as her eyes became glazed over themselves, "It wasn't because I was day dreaming, unless you want to call it that. But, I was thinking about someone, a boy acctually. Suddenly Usagi jumped out of her dazed state, realizing what she had just said, 'Oh, no! That was so embarrassing, talking about that to Mamoru-baka!'.

Usagi groaned in frustration and put her arms on the counter, brushing Mamoru's, and thrust her head into them. "I can't stay here. It isn't right. My mom wouldn't want that. She would be furious with me." Usagi spoke. After this, her body began to rack with furious sobs again. "Do you have somewhere else to stay? If so, go." Mamoru spoke. It was then that he knew he had said the wrong thing, exactly the opposite of what he wanted her to do too. Usagi stopped crying and shot up-right, "UGGGH! WHY, IF I AM iBSUCH/i/b A PROBLEM FOR YOU, DID YOU BRING ME HERE? JUST BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING?". Usagi shot out of the kitchen as fast as a bullet and ran to the appartment door, Mamoru following her. She stopped just before the door. Mamoru stayed cautious to run after Usagi if she got some wild idea to make a run for it. But instead, Usagi threw her arms into the air and let out a great moan of frustration. She spun on her heel and stormed back into the liveing room and over to her bed.

"Odango, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that!" Mamoru pleaded. Usagi didn't reply, she just layed there, faceing the wall. Mamoru sighed and walked into his room, slamming the door behind him, in frustration with himself. "I can't even go a day without makeing her upset. Ughh...what is it with me? As if she hasn't had a bad enough day!" Mamoru spoke as he sat on the edge of his bed and ran his hand distractedly through his hair.

Usagi was standing on the other side of the door with her ear pressed against it. Suddenly the door opened and Usagi fell in and tumbled into a clearly surprised Mamoru. "Umm, sorry, I shouldn't have been listening, its none of my-"No, I am glad you heard me, you deserved to. I'm sorry, I didn't mean what you thought. What I meant was, If you have somewhere else to go, you can go, you don't need to stay here. But, if you don't, you are going to stay here." Mamoru cut Usagi off. Usagi smiled brightly and flung her arms around Mamoru. Mamoru's heart began to beat faster than ever and, though surprised by Usagi's quick forgiveness and her hug, returned the hug gratefully.