12 - Why?

"You." She breathed, "YOU!" Usagi's faced turned red, her voice cracking with anger, "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Usagi scrambled away from Mamoru, shocked at this revelation.

"You knew who I was, this whole time! Didn't you! You absolute bastard! You knew how I felt about you, and you still went ahead and did this. I can't believe you."

"And to think, I'd actually begun to trust you." Her voice was laced with poison, it burnt into him, reminding him of how wrong he had been.

Usagi turned away from him, ready at any instant to walk out that door and away from him, she would have done it already, but something was holding her back. She needed another reason to leave, after all, hadn't she basically done the same thing to him?

Usagi took a breath and continued, "In the club? You knew in the club? What was this? Some kind of joke? Bag the girl who's heart you broke... get in her pants anyway? Is this funny to you? Earn her trust and break her all over again? Is that it?"

But she didn't wait for him to reply, "I can't believe you. The nerve. The fucking nerve of you."

"It wasn't like that Usagi, it wasn't, I swear." Mamoru defended himself, but she cut him off before he was able to continue.

"Then what the fuck was it like then? Because I just don't see any other possibilities."

Mamoru put a hand to his head, so frustrated by this situation, without realizing his other hand reached out and slammed against the wall.

"Would you listen to me for just one fucking second? Give me a chance to explain? Bloody hell, Usagi."

Usagi looked up at him, her blue eyes wide, "Go on then," she said, when he hesitated, "What do you have to redeem yourself of this? What possible reason can you have?"

Mamoru tensed, surely it was too soon for this conversation, "And I didn't want what we've had to end. But I knew you'd freak. You'd react exactly like you are now. Like I did when I realized that you were not some random one night stand, that it was you. And I realized how much I need this. How much I want this.

"Bull. Shit." She swore at him, "Right, uh-huh, sure," the sarcasm dripping from her lips, "I totally believe you Mamoru. Then what reasoning do you have for breaking my heart the first time? What reason do you have for turning me into this."

"How was I supposed to know what you'd become? By the time you became the person you are right now, I was long gone, halfway to America. How on earth was I supposed to know? I can't see people or places that I'm not near, I don't have magical powers, Usagi. I'm a normal human being, just like you."

"Surely, you knew that your words would have consequences, Mamoru, surely you knew. How could something like that not change the person I was? I was naïve, innocent, pure. You killed that girl, Mamoru. You killed her."

"My words? What words?" He asked, confused.

"The last words you spoke to me before you left, surely you remember!" She was outraged.

"I don't understand, why would you do this? What can I have said that could have driven you to this?"

"You really have no clue. I don't believe it. Maybe I can refresh your memory; don't you remember telling me that there is no such thing as love? I'll quote you: Love doesn't exist Usagi, you can dream and dream but all those dreams are never going to come true. Love doesn't exist."

Mamoru gaped at the petite blonde, had he really said that to her? Surely he wasn't such an idiot to have said that to an innocent, fairytale-loving fourteen year old, surely not!

Usagi folded her arms over her chest, protecting herself subconsciously, "Speechless then, Mamoru?" she spat, glaring at him, "Got nothing to say? Hah! Mamoru Chiba, the man always with a comeback, has nothing to say!"

"I… I never meant to say anything like that. I swear that I didn't. I'm so sorry Usagi. I'm so, so sorry that I took that away from you." Mamoru looked forlorn, he remembered now.

Usagi snarled, "Taken something from me? Hah. Don't delude yourself. Now, that I think about it, this was probably inevitable. You just helped. Pushed me over the edge, if you'd like. I was so suppressed then, it was always going to happen, me breaking out."

"I doubt it. I really do. And it doesn't change the fact that I'm sorry."

"Why am I staying here? Listening to this? You betrayed me! Lied to me! Didn't even have the nerve to introduce yourself properly! You're just a pathological liar aren't you? So hell bent on destroying my confidence." Usagi walked to the door, turning her back on Mamoru, then turned a little, "I can't believe that I ever liked you, at all."

Then she was gone. And Mamoru knew he couldn't stop her, he had to let her go, at least for a time. If he went after her now, things would only get worse; the words thrown would only hurt more. Nothing would be solved.

Usagi flung herself out the door, chest heaving in repressed anger, her legs stomping down the stairs and out of the building. She stormed along the foot path, leaving many a perplexed person in her wake; she just wanted to scream in frustration, what the hell was going on!

That prick! She yelled inside her head, That absolute prick! I can't believe him! Who does such a thing!

Usagi found herself in an unfamiliar area, it seemed she had walked a fair way from Motoki's apartment.

Great. Just great. What the hell am I going to do now!

She stood there on the footpath, staring at the strange buildings, with an odd desire to break down and cry. Usagi sniffled a little bit, then found a little more resolve; beginning to retrace her steps she soon found herself in semi-familiar territory. The blonde took a deep breath, and started walking home, just wanting to curl up in her nice warm bed and forget the last few days had ever happened. Maybe even the last few years..

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