Hey guys. I'm slightly late with the update...aren't I? XDDDDDDDd Anyway, it's here. Dun dun dun! Usagi's going to go through the pockets now! What ever will she find! I hope this chapter is interesting for you guys, because I had the hardest time coming up with interesting stuff to be left behind in Mamoru's pockets. :D I really hope you enjoy it, so make sure you comment and let me know what you thought!

Have fun. :D

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

Mamoru quirked an eyebrow. "Say what?"

"May I go through your pockets? It might give us something to talk about!" she explained cheerfully.

Mamoru bit his lip, furrowing his brow. He hadn't left anything embarrassing or weird in them…had he? After a minute or two of considering he consented apprehensively. "Uh…yeah, sure, I guess so, Usagi-chan."

She squealed happily and the door vibrated as she bumped into it during her little celebration. "Thank you, Mamoru-kun! Alright, let's see what's in the pockets of this awful green coat of yours."

Mamoru frowned at that. "'Awful?' What do you mean awful? That's a perfectly good coat!" he said defensively.

Usagi rolled her eyes as she dug her hand into the left pocket. "Mamoru-kun, you're a very good looking man, but this coat brings your attractiveness down by about six levels. How old is it? It's the rattiest thing I've ever seen."

Mamoru blushed at the off-handed compliment; for once glad he wasn't face to face with her. "I don't know…I guess it's six or seven years old… I never really thought about how worn it is. You really think it's that bad?"

"Ugh," she said and he practically could see the expression of disgust on her face. "Yes. If it had a hey-day, it's long over Mamoru-kun. You should put the poor thing to rest."

Mamoru's face sunk at the thought of getting rid of his green coat. It was one of his favorites… "I don't know, Usagi-chan… I've had it for a really long time. I don't know if I could give it up like that…"

Usagi settled back down on the floor, spreading out the finds from the green coat's pockets and replied, "Oh…it's one of those coats. I suppose you can keep it then."

"One of 'those' coats? What does that mean?" he asked dubiously.

"It's something you're holding on to more for memories and emotional attachment or it's a comfort blanket," she said, and held up one of the objects curiously, trying to make out what it was.

Mamoru considered this. "It's not memories…I hated high school," he murmured. "I guess it really is a comfort thing… Huh. I never thought about it like that before, Usagi-chan."

Usagi grinned. "Well that's the only way a guy as obviously well-versed in dressing as you are would wear a coat like that."

Mamoru blushed again. These compliments from her were making him feel oddly warm and tingly inside. It was weird. "You'd better knock it off with the compliments, Usagi-chan, you're going to inflate my head," he joked.

Usagi giggled. "Oh please, Mamoru-kun. We both know your head is already HUGE."

Mamoru chuckled. "Darn, you've seen right through me."

"Well it's sort of an obvious feature, isn't it?"

Mamoru let out a surprised laugh. "Usagi-chan, that was clever!"

She blushed happily and said, "Despite your opinions, I'm not a complete air-head, Mamoru-kun."

A small wave of shame washed over Mamoru. He did say stuff like that to her, didn't he? Jeez, why was he so cruel to the poor girl? He cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, "So…uh, what did you find, Usagi-chan?"

She giggled and his heart thumped anxiously. What on earth had she found? "Just a couple of things. There was a penny on the inside pocket, a bottle cap from a crème soda, and a little tiny key. Do you know what the key is for?" she asked curiously.

He furrowed his brow, thinking. "I'm not sure… Here, pass it to me and I'll see if I recognize it."

Usagi pushed the tiny key underneath the door and Mamoru's eyes widened in recognition as he picked it up. "Ohh. This key. Yeah. I know what it's to."

There were a few seconds of silence before Usagi said, "Well? Aren't you going to tell me what it's to?"

Mamoru blushed dully. "Uh…it's to a box. It's got some…um…important stuff in it." In truth, the key belonged to a small box hidden up in the top corner of the back of his closet, which was filled with little mementos of any meetings he had had with Sailor Moon. He had a scrap of her skirt which had torn off during one of their battles, the first rose he'd ever thrown for her, a photo of her one of the reporters had managed to snap, and a few other small things. But Usagi didn't need to know he had a collection of objects associated with Sailor Moon, she would think he was a complete psycho.

Usagi could tell from the way his voice sounded that he wasn't telling the whole truth, but she didn't press. "Oh! Well, that's interesting. On to the next jacket!" She scrambled to her feet, digging her hands into the pockets of a brown bomber jacket, pulling a number of things from the pockets. "Ooh, these ones have lots of stuff in them!" she exclaimed, sitting down excitedly to put them alongside the other discoveries. "There's a movie ticket to see…Hello and Goodbye…"

Mamoru smirked. She probably had no idea what that was. It was one of those artsy films that was only released in a few theatres.

"…A little keychain flashlight…Oooh, it works!" Mamoru chuckled. "Umm…let's see…there's a little folded up scrap of paper."

Mamoru sat up, frantically trying to remember what the paper had written on it. For the life of him, he couldn't remember. "Uh—"

"With a phone number on it. Ooh, Mamoru-kun, was it a hot date?" she asked playfully. Somewhere in the back of her mind the idea, surprisingly, bothered her.

Mamoru flushed despite his relief. "No, it was not a 'hot date', Usagi-chan. That's the phone number of my Professor from my organic chemistry class. I slept through an exam and I scrounged his number from somewhere so I could call and beg him to let me take the exam anyway."

Usagi squealed. "Serious, studious, sensible, Chiba Mamoru slept through an exam?" she cried delightedly.

Mamoru smiled dryly at her excitement. "Yes, I did. But I was sick at the time, so I had an excuse."

"But STILL!" Usagi exclaimed. "That's blackmail information right there, Chiba-san."

He smirked. "If you say so, Usagi-chan."

"So did he let you take the exam?" she asked curiously as her excitement began to wane.

Mamoru nodded, though she couldn't see him. "He did. He was actually really great about it. Said he'd done the same thing before."

Usagi grinned. "You were lucky."

Mamoru's expression lightened and a small grin flickered across his lips. "I really was."

"Well, let's see what else you've got here… Oooh, hey this ones a wallet!"

Mamoru stared at the door. "A wallet?"

"Uh huh. It's brown. And about as worn as your green coat," she said. "I'm opening it."

"Uh…okay." He thought hard. It must be his old wallet, but why had he left it in the pocket of that jacket?

Suddenly Usagi squealed delightedly and he raised an eyebrow dubiously at the door. "What? What is it?"

"It's your ID from your junior year of high school! You're so cute!" she exclaimed. "Whatever happened to you?"

Mamoru shot a dry smile at the door. "Haha. Very funny. What else is in that thing? I haven't seen it in ages. I can't believe I never noticed it was in there. I guess I don't wear that jacket much though…"

He could hear the smile in Usagi's voice when she spoke again, "There's another picture of you, with Motoki-Onii-san. He looks like he's having so much fun…you do too, but you look a lot more uncomfortable."

Mamoru's eyes drifted out of focus as he saw the picture in his mind's eye. "Oh yeah… I forgot about that picture."

"What were you two doing?" Usagi asked, sure not to sound too eager.

"We were…we were at a theme park. It was this girl's birthday party. I think she invited me because she liked me. I wasn't going to go, but Motoki made me. He said it would be fun and I should get a date if I could, it would be good for me." A tiny smile crossed his face. "I missed out on the date. She tried to kiss me and I accidentally pushed her into the fountain."

Usagi's giggles were loud and delighted. "You didn't!"

"I did." He grinned. "She swore she hated me after that, and I wasn't invited to her pool party at the end of the year. Motoki told me he had never laughed harder in his entire life."

Usagi continued giggling. "I bet not! I can't believe you pushed her into a fountain!" she exclaimed in disbelief.

He grinned sheepishly. "It was just reflex, I guess. She was trying to kiss me, and…well, I panicked."

"I'll have to remember never to try and kiss you then," Usagi declared, and then there was a sudden embarrassed silence as the full meaning of her words registered. They were quiet, the cogs in both of their heads set turning. It was a few minutes before Usagi cleared her throat and said with slightly forced enthusiasm, "There's a very nice pen in here too! A gum wrapper—I didn't know you liked watermelon—and lots of lint."

Mamoru smiled slowly and uncertainly, still recovering from her glib remark. The idea of kissing Usagi had sent his stomach into gymnastic tumbles that were oddly pleasant.

"On to the last coat!" she declared and got to her feet, brushing off her skirt, carefully avoiding the little stockpile of treasures on the floor of the closet before reaching into the pockets of the final coat. "Why have you got a tuxedo jacket in your coat closet anyway, Mamoru-kun?"

Mamoru's eyes widened and he turned, "Um—maybe you shouldn't look in that—"

"How pretty…" he heard her murmur.

Oh no…

"This is funny Mamoru-kun, have you worn this recently? There's a fully bloomed rose in here!" she said, marveling at the perfect specimen in her hands.

Mamoru put his head in his hands. What on EARTH had possessed him to leave his tuxedo coat, with transforming rose included, in his coat closet! "Uh…yeah. I must have. Um…right, there was this…thing the other night."

"Ooh, something formal? What was it? I bet you look really wonderful in a tuxedo…" she said quietly.

Mamoru looked up at that, and glanced back at the door. Boy, with all these compliments, he might start to get the wrong idea about her feelings toward him… Strangely enough, instead of disgusting him…the thought excited him. "Um…it was…a school function. It was really boring actually," he lied. Right. Sailor battle, boring. Ha!

"Oh, that's too bad." She sat down, tenderly holding the rose between her fingers. There was something about it that made her want to just keep holding it, unlike the rest of the treasures. "Well, that's everything," she said, sounding slightly disappointed.

"Oh. Darn…" Mamoru murmured. He wasn't really sorry though. Now he could stop wondering what awful, embarrassing things she might find. Suddenly a thought occurred to him. "Usagi-chan, why don't you go through your pockets? Tell me about what's in them. You did actually put your coat in there, right?" he added lightheartedly.

Usagi smiled. "That's a great idea, Mamoru-kun!" She sat up on her knees, not having to reach so high for the pockets of her long coat. She giggled quietly to herself as she pulled out a number of small things and then piled them on the floor beside Mamoru's things. "All right, I've got…" she giggled again. "…A movie ticket from when I went to see Going Down Hard with Minako-chan a month ago. It was a good movie! Have you seen it Mamoru-kun?"

He rolled his eyes but replied with a smile, "No, Usagi-chan, I haven't seen that movie."

"Ooh, you should! It's very romantic."

Mamoru laughed. "I'm sure it is."

"Umm… I've got…oh…" From outside the closet, Mamoru could practically see her face sinking.

"What is it?" he asked, concern somehow creeping its way into his voice.

"It's…a math quiz," she said dejectedly.

Mamoru immediately understood. "Oh. Another bad grade."

Usagi winced at the blunt statement. Somehow it hurt that much worse, hearing him say with such ease how normal it was for her to be getting bad grades. And now, with everything going so well…it only reminded her of how much he really hated her and that all of the nice conversation, the laughing, and the kind Mamoru would all go away after she was released from his coat closet. The thought of that moment made her feel sick. It made her want to remain locked up inside his closet forever. Before she knew what she was saying she had whispered miserably, "Mamoru-kun…why do you hate me so much?"

OOOOOOOH! It's almost a real cliffhanger! lol :D What will Mamoru say!