Hey guys. :D

Okay, so I realized that the first chapter really has nothing interesting in it whatsoever. Or at least nothing that makes you go, "OMJ I GOTTA FINISH THIS STORY." So I'm posting the second chapter, where some stuff happens, simply for interest's sake. :D I told you I would probably be easily persuaded into frequent updates. XDDDd

Oh! And I wanted to thank the three of you who have reviewed so far, I appreciate it so much:D I hope you guys enjoy the new chapter!

Anyways, this is the second chapter. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: No ownership of Sailor Moon here. :(

The walk to Mamoru's apartment building was fairly short, and when they stepped into the lobby, he lowered the umbrella, shaking it out. "Come on," he said crossing to the elevator and smiling and waving at the desk man. "Hello Rayao-san, this is Tsukino Usagi, I'm going to be tutoring her for the next couple of weeks."

The desk man smiled warmly. "It's nice to meet you Tsukino-san."

She smiled, "It's nice to meet you too Rayao-san! I'll look forward to seeing you in the afternoons."

He grinned more broadly. "And I'll do the same. You have a good day. You too, Chiba-san."

Mamoru smiled and waved as they stepped into the elevator. He raised an eyebrow at Usagi when the doors had closed. "You'll 'look forward to seeing him in the afternoons?'"

Usagi blushed. "Yes! He seems very nice!"

"Odango, you just met the man. What do you mean 'he seems nice'?" he said skeptically.

"Just what I said! He seems nice! I get feelings about people," she said. "I'm always right, too!" she added proudly.

Mamoru smirked at her. "You've got to be the most naive person I've ever met, Odango."

She grinned, "Thank you!"

"It wasn't a compliment, Odango." Usagi's heart sunk. She should have known it was too good to be true. "So what feeling did you get from me?" he asked casually.

She heaved a sigh. "Oh, I forgot. I was wrong about you."

Mamoru looked surprised. "What?"

"I thought you looked smart, dashing, sweet and a little shy…then you opened your mouth," she said wryly. "I was really disappointed. I thought you might be—" Her cheeks turned pink. "Um. Yeah. I was wrong."

Mamoru eyed her consideringly for a moment, and then said, "See? It's stupid to rely on 'feelings'."

Usagi made a face and muttered, "Maybe when they involve you it is."

The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors slid open, letting them on to the tenth floor. Usagi followed Mamoru a little ways down the hallway to a door marked "10E". "You live here all by yourself?" she asked curiously.

"Mmmhmm." He unlocked the door, letting them in and she stepped inside, gazing around as she slipped off her shoes.

"It's so neat…" she commented softly. That was probably an understatement. Mamoru's apartment was the neatest one she'd seen in her entire life. It was simply furnished with only one potted plant and otherwise was devoid of decoration. She hadn't expected it to look as it did, but somehow, it didn't surprise her one bit that his apartment was as austere as he was.

He smirked. "Why do I get the feeling you would think a dump would be neat?"

She turned, glaring at him. "Shut up, jerkface."

"You can put your coat in the closet."

Usagi sighed, shooting one more resentful look at him as she began peeling off her overcoat. It was heavy with rainwater. "Are you sure it's okay? It's wet…" she said.

"It's fine. Just try not to put it next to my green coat," he said heading into the kitchen, "And don't let the door shut behind you, you'll get locked in."

"Uh huh, okay…" Usagi, however missed the last part, busy trying to figure out how she could destroy the horrid green coat without his knowledge. She had seen him wear it hundreds of times and it was possibly the ugliest most disgusting article of clothing that had ever existed. Maybe she could just grab it and go throw it off the balcony. Any random passersby would be more than welcome to burn it as soon as their poor eyes noticed it lying on the ground. The world would be a better place without that wretched thing. Thinking along these lines as she put her coat on a hanger and adjusted things to put it on the rack, she didn't notice as the closet door slowly began swinging shut until it was too late. She was grinning evilly as she turned around to leave the closet, imagining cutting the green coat to tiny ribbons, and it was then as she turned the knob that she realized she was stuck. "Oh my gosh! MAMORU-BAKA!" she shrieked. "GET ME OUT OF HERE!" She began banging her fists on the door frantically.

In the kitchen, Mamoru cringed as he heard her begin shrieking and banging on the closet door. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Jeez, Odango Atama, I told you not to let the door shut behind you." He headed into the hall, calling, "Okay, okay! I hear you, jeez! Calm down, Odango!" He reached for the key in the handle of the door and turned it. There was a small snapping sound and he gaped at the end of the key, which was now resting uselessly in his palm. "Oh…that's not good," he muttered. He tried the knob just in case, but no, it was definitely locked and now the key was stuck inside the lock.

"Mamoru-baka?" Usagi called, her voice quivering. "Why aren't you opening the door?"

"Uh…um… Usagi-chan, just sit tight, okay?" he said, trying not to sound panicked. How could the key be that weak!

"'Sit tight'? What do you mean 'sit tight'? Just open the door, Mamoru-baka!" she cried. Then, "USAGI-CHAN? Mamoru-baka what's wrong?" she wailed, realizing that he had used her given name.

"Um…it's not going to be that easy… Just—um—just stay calm, okay?" he said hesitantly. Oh man, he had a teenaged girl locked in his coat closet, for crying out loud!

"Mamoru-baka! Just let me out!" she screeched.

"I…I…can't."

"YOU CAN'T!"

"The key broke."

"IT BROKE!"

"I can't open the door."

"MAMORU-BAKA!" she shrieked, horrified.

Mamoru winced as the following wails echoed throughout his apartment. Man, that girl sure had a set of lungs on her! "Usagi-chan!" he shouted, "USAGI! Calm down! I can't think with you crying like that!"

Her sobs slowly quieted and she whimpered accusingly, "This is all your fault, baka!"

"My fault? Odango, you're the one who got yourself into this mess!" he snapped back. "I don't want you here as much as you don't want to be here!" A quiet whimper reached his ears and a wave of guilt washed over him. 'Stupid baka,' he thought, 'Watch your temper, she's already upset enough as it is.'

"What are we going to do now?" she asked pathetically. He sighed. It was impossible to stay mad at her when she sounded like that.

"Well…I'm going to call the locksmith I guess. That's the only way we're going to get you out of that closet," he replied.

Why, oh, why did these things happen to him?