Hey guys! New chappie! Lol :D

Ffgirlmoonie: XDDDDDDD I had to respond to your comment about Mamoru's jacket. :D I know what you mean. I don't know why everyone hates it. It never really bothered me. I mean, if Mamoru's wearing it, doesn't that just automatically make it sexy? XD However, it does make for some amusing thoughts and conversations, so why not:)

I wanted to thank everyone else for all the fantastic comments too! My email had 19 comments from my stories today and I almost squeed out loud in our library I was so excited. XDDDDD So thank you very much! They make my day and make it that much more fun to write:D I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

I also wanted to let you know that I've mushed some of the chapters together, because I realized how tiny they really are. And that's not cool. So I condensed them a little, so if you're getting an update, it's worth it. :D

Anyway, hope you like it. :D

Five minutes later Mamoru was on the phone, hissing furiously at the locksmith. "What do you mean you can't come for three hours? I need you right now! …I don't care if the Emperor needs you to fix the lock on his car! I need you here RIGHT NOW." He listened for a few more minutes and then slammed the phone down on its cradle with a growl. They couldn't come. He tried a few other places, but either they couldn't, or wouldn't come. The shortest wait was three hours. What the heck happened to fifteen minute service! How was he going to break this to Usagi?

In the closet, Usagi had pressed herself against the door and was struggling to hear something out in the apartment, but it was fruitless. Mamoru was either being really quiet, was really far away, or he had totally abandoned her in his closet. Tears began welling up in her eyes as she thought about her current predicament. She was LOCKED in her worst enemy's COAT CLOSET! Who knew how long she could be stuck in here. It was then that Mamoru's hesitant voice drifted through the door.

"Um…Usagi-chan? I called the locksmith, but…um…he won't be here for three hours," he said quietly.

Usagi moaned. What was she supposed to do for three hours?

"I—um—I'm really sorry about this, Usagi-chan. I didn't think…well, I mean. Oh, honestly. Who gets themselves locked in a closet?" he demanded, frustrated.

Usagi forced back tears. "Well, obviously I do, jerkface."

Outside the closet, Mamoru frowned and pressed his hands against the door, not far from where her palms were pressed to the wood. "Are you crying?"

"No! Of course I'm not crying!" she growled. "That would just be stupid!"

Mamoru stared at the door uncertainly. It sure sounded like she was crying… There was an awkward silence between them and finally Mamoru said, "Um…I'm going to try and find you something to eat, okay?"

Usagi nodded, cheered slightly by the thought of food, and then realized he couldn't see her. "Okay," she said softly.

Mamoru sighed and headed off into the kitchen, while Usagi curled up at the bottom of the closet, pushing a pair of obviously abandoned boots to the opposite corner. This was awful. She doubted she had ever had a day as lousy as this one.

Mamoru rifled through the refrigerator and the cabinets, searching for things flat enough to be slid beneath the door of the closet. After an invasive search of his entire tiny supply of food, he had put together a paper plate with cheese, crackers, and some M & M's he'd forgotten he had. He wrapped the plate in plastic wrap in order to attempt to keep it from getting too dirty as he passed it under the door.

Going back to the closet, he cleared his throat. "Uh, Usagi-chan? I brought you a snack."

"Thank you," was the quiet reply.

He knelt and carefully slid the plate under the door. It fit relatively easily and Mamoru couldn't help being a little proud of himself. He got to his feet and then realized he wasn't sure what he should do now. "Is it…is it okay?"

"It's great," Usagi replied, munching on the food, and peering at the crack of the door, where she could see Mamoru's shadow lingering just outside.

"Oh, good."

There was another long awkward silence as he stood, fidgeting outside the door. He wasn't just going to stand here for three hours, that was for sure, but he felt guilty just leaving her here. He was about to open his mouth to ask if it was alright if he went to go do some work or something when she spoke up again.

"Mamoru-kun," she said, her voice small and fragile sounding, "Please don't leave me alone."

He sighed, but knowing he couldn't refuse her, sank to the floor, leaning up against the closet door. "All right, Usagi-chan, I'm right here."

They were quiet for several more minutes and Mamoru let his eyes wander idly around the portion of the apartment he could see. He had never been so bored in his life. He could hardly imagine how the hyperactive girl in the closet must be feeling. Finally, she spoke again, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Mamoru-kun?" she whispered, almost too quietly for him to hear. "I'm really sorry."

He frowned. "What are you sorry about? It's not like you purposely locked yourself in there."

"I know, but still… You don't even like me and you already have to spend two weeks tutoring me...and now the first day I've gotten myself locked in your closet," she said.

Mamoru couldn't help smirking. "It's kind of funny. I don't think anyone but you could get themselves locked in a person's coat closet, Odango."

She huffed and let her head fall against the door, jarring his back and making him glance at the door in surprise. "I really wish you wouldn't call me that," she mumbled.

He swallowed. Well, he supposed he could at least give her that… "I'll try not to, Usagi-chan, but I offer no guarantees," he conceded.

When she spoke, he could hear the smile in her voice. "I would really appreciate it."

He smiled. "Yeah, well, I guess it's the least I can do. You did get locked in my closet."

"I did." She looked around the small closet, the dim bulb hanging from the ceiling providing poor lighting. "It's kind of creepy in here," she murmured, shivering and wrapping her arms around herself.

Mamoru turned his head, smirking. "Well, I doubt there's anything in there that's going to do anything to you. Maybe a dust bunny or two."

Usagi's giggles filtered out from under the door, and Mamoru smiled. "Little dirty usagis..." she said.

Mamoru chuckled. "Exactly."

There was another brief silence and Usagi asked, "How long has it been?"

Mamoru glanced at his watch and sighed. "Twenty minutes."

Usagi groaned and curled up, covering her head. "I'm going to die in your coat closet, Mamoru-kun."

Mamoru couldn't help laughing. "I doubt you'll die Usagi-chan. It's only going to be another two hours and forty minutes."

She moaned. "That's so looooooong…"

He smirked. "Well then maybe you should think of something we can do."

"…You're going to stay with me?"

He rolled his eyes. "Usagi-chan, even if I am tempted to go occupy myself, it would be cruel of me to just leave you alone in the closet and even my conscience would protest doing it. Besides, you asked me to stay, didn't you?"

Usagi smiled. "Maybe I was right after all," she said quietly.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you," Mamoru said, turning toward the door.

Usagi grinned. "Oh nothing! Do you have any cards Mamoru-kun?"

"Cards? You mean playing cards?" he said.

"Yeah!"

"Uh, well, I think I have some somewhere… But what are you going to do with them?

"We'll play a game of course!" she exclaimed as though it were obvious (which it was).

Mamoru smiled. "Let me go look, I'll be right back," he said, getting to his feet. A few minutes later he returned, a pack of cards in hand. He slid down the door to sit and announced, "I've got the cards."

Usagi squealed, "Oh good!" and Mamoru smiled despite himself.

"What do you want me to do with them?" he asked.

"Shuffle them please, and then take seven cards for you and give me seven," she said, waiting eagerly for the cards to slip underneath the door.

"Can I look at yours?" Mamoru asked mischievously.

"NO! That's cheating!" she cried and he laughed.

"Okay, okay, I won't look Usagi-chan. All right, there are your cards," he said, passing them underneath the door.

Usagi picked them up excitedly, examining her hand. "Ooh, Mamoru-kun, I'm so going to beat you."

He laughed. "Oh, you think so? I'm a bit of a card player you might want to know. What are we playing anyway?"

Usagi grinned, trying not to giggle and said, "Go fish!"

Mamoru stopped in surprise for a moment before he chuckled and said, "Oh, I should have known. You would choose a game like that."

"Hey, don't start teasing me now! We were just starting to have fun!" she whined.

He grinned. "Okay, okay, I won't. Do you have any sixes?"

"Ummm…awww…Mamoru-kun! Yes, here…" Pouting, she shoved it back under the door and Mamoru grinned. "Do you have any aces?"

"Nope, go fish, Usagi-chan!"
"No way! Mamoru-kun, are you cheating!"

He laughed. "It's Go Fish, Usagi-chan. Why would I need to cheat?"

"Oooh! I won't let you win!"

"All right, then it's on, Usagi-chan! Give me your fives!"

"AAAAHH! Nooo!"

Mamoru's laughter poured out over her cries of dismay.

A half an hour later, they had played Go Fish three times, and Usagi had lost every single game. "I let you win, Mamoru-kun," she muttered petulantly as he slid the cards back into the box. He laughed.

"You wish, Usagi-chan. Admit it, you're terrible at Go Fish. You couldn't even keep track of the cards you wanted to get," he said, his voice colored with amusement.

"Hmph. Go Fish is a dumb game anyway," she muttered.

He grinned. "Now don't be a sore loser, Usagi-chan."

"Whatever, Mamoru-kun! Nyaaaaaah!"

Mamoru laughed again. "You are perhaps the silliest girl I've ever met, you know that?"

Usagi stared at the door, unsure how to respond to that comment. "Well—you're the most serious guy I've ever met, Mamoru-kun! How about that?"

This time his laughter was so loud and so honest that she jumped away from the door, staring at it as though it were going to morph into a man-eating monster any second and consume her whole. "U—Usagi-chan," he gasped as he began calming down, "That—that was supposed to be a compliment!"

Usagi was glad he couldn't see her face as a hot blush spread over it. "Oh," she said sheepishly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he replied, his amusement still evident.

Usagi's face was warm for a good four or five minutes after that. Mamoru had stooped down so far as to give her a compliment! Maybe she needed to get locked in his closet more often…it sure did wonders for his personality. So far they had been sitting around for— "How much longer, Mamoru-kun?"

He glanced at his watch and smirked. "One hour and fifty-two minutes."

She sighed and then said resolutely, "Well then, we have to find something else to do!"

Mamoru smiled. She was being awfully good about this. He had expected her to go on crying and wailing for at least a half an hour and never stop complaining. This…well, this was actually kind of fun. And they—the infamous Mamoru-baka and Odango Atama—were having civil, even chummy, conversation! It had to be some kind of miracle.

Usagi glanced around the interior of the closet, and then noticed the coats still hanging above her head. Hmm…three of them were Mamoru's… "Mamoru-kun, may I go through your pockets?"

Lol Okay, so that ending isn't so fabulously perfect as I hoped, but you know, what can you do? There are only so many cliffhangery type breaks in a story where you document every minute a person is stuck in a closet. XD I hope you liked it anyway. :)

P.S. I hope I'm not being too disrespectful to the Emperor… Sorry, Mr. Emperor! -,-;;;