A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. It means so much that you took the time to write back.

This story is focused on the different ways people behave after a break up, specifically the toxic ones. Essentially, a "don't do any of these things" manual.

The third chapter will focus on the desperation. It's the stage in which a person tries to use all tactical means to cling on to their relationship, "trapping" them.

Reminder: This is a darker portrayal of Mamoru. Make sure to exit out if you don't like an aggressive Mamo-chan.

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The Premise Series

How Not To Handle a Break Up

Chapter 3

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Mamoru wasn't doing well. Those words, "...and I'll do the same," were running on an endless loop. His mind conjured horrifying images of Usako straddling some unknown man, her body bouncing. Each time he tried closing his eyes he was met with images of her pressed up against someone who was not him. He put his palms to his temples and squeezed as if trying to liquefy the thoughts and drain them. With each day his anxiety grew. Where was she? Was she with someone else? The anger that had filled him with a deep desire to hurt her, was replaced the desperation to get back to her.

Thankfully she hadn't told any of her friends what had happened the day she'd come over. The fact that she didn't indicated that there was still some chance. If she wanted him gone forever, she would have told everyone. By doing so she'd seal his fate, no one would support them getting back together. They'd all hold a grudge. But she hadn't told them. Which meant she didn't want them to hate him.

She was avoiding him, he knew that. But how she was able to do it so well, he didn't. He frequently bumped into her before. Now, it was like she disappeared. There was no sign of her, not at any of her usual haunts. Mamoru was chasing; it was a game of hide and go seek, and she was winning. When it came to Sailor Moon, it was tag. He tried to get to her, but she was constantly running away, or in most cases, being blocked by her senshi. They were fiercely protective. It was a game of distract the vigilante as the heroine ran away.

The desperate voicemails and texts did nothing either. He pleaded to meet, begged her to talk to him. But she was unresponsive. He was losing his mind. How was it, that they could be happy for two years and then suddenly break up? It made no logical sense; no matter how many times he ran her stupid explanation through his head.

He was beginning to feel like he was losing it. If he were to assess his symptoms, doctors would say he was going through withdrawal. He needed to see her, touch her, know she was still there. Where was she? Who was she with? He was constantly trying to rid himself of the thought that his Usako would love anyone else, touch anyone else.

Her devotion to him through the last two years was pure, and his love for her was just as strong. He held on to that notion, and remembered how dedicated she was, how much she yearned to be with him. There was no way, no way, she would ever be with someone else.

He was going to get her alone, and he was going to speak with her. They would fix whatever needed to be fixed and they'd be together. She loved him. She loves him. Loves. If he could just talk to her, he knew he could convince her to stay

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He landed gracefully on the balcony, despite his apartment building being 202 meters tall and his apartment roughly 140 meters from the ground. He stepped through the sliding door into the living room, placing the girl down. Usagi had ceased her commands to "put me down" when he'd used his paternal tone.

"Hush!" he commanded. She never liked when he used it on her. It made her feel like a child, and it triggered her to obey.

"Take me home," she ordered. She had been evading him so well. She used the pain and anger of that day to fuel her determination. When he started texting and calling her she almost broke. She came close to giving in, and then she remembered that day she had decided to give in. That day she went intending to confess. That day Chiharu asked about her pants.

Now, she was here with him alone. She cursed herself for her slow reaction. After she threw an attack, there was always a fraction of a second it left her vulnerable. The power it takes to conjure her healation, left her weak a few moments after it left her scepter. He'd known that and grabbed her in that instant. He'd not only kidnapped her, but he'd push down on her broach forcing her to de-transform, preventing her from fighting back or escaping. There was nothing she could do in human form, especially since he was leaping off buildings.

Mamoru de-transformed as he walked back to close the balcony doors.

"Take me home."

"We need to talk, I've been calling you and you haven't answered." She wanted to snap at him, tell him to go talk to Chiharu. Wasn't she his girlfriend now? The unbidden memory of the girl leaving his apartment came to mind. A sharp stabbing pain struck.

"Because we already had a meeting about the enemies. I don't have any more information. We aren't hiding anything from you." She huffed, "So just, take me home."

"I want to talk about us."

"I'm leaving." If he wasn't going to give her a ride home, then she'd walk. She couldn't be there anymore. He grasped the crook of her arm and yanked her back.

"You're not leaving until you explain why." She shook his hand off.

"I already told you. I don't think that we should...have to live with this prince and princess stuff. I want to live my own life. I- I don't feel like that about you." Her voice sounded confident, even if she didn't really feel it.

"You're lying," -shouting angrily- "I know you love me!" She winced. Her reaction sent a rush of fear through him. He didn't want her to run away. His voice shook.

"We're meant to be together." He took her hands in his. "We're soulmates. Usako, I love you more than anything in this world, you're all I have… all I need."

"I'm sure you told Chiharu the same thing," she sneered, pulling her arms away.

"I- I know I fucked up. You've never been anything but amazing. I was stupid and mad, and I lashed out. Please forgive me. You're so much better than me. You've always been so much more. You gave me love... and I did something like that... But I need-" His eyes glistened, and a heavy rock fell into the pit of her stomach splashing guilt in its wake.

"Please stop," she whispered. "You're making this hard. I don't want to hurt you."

"Then come back to me!" He grasped her shoulders, squeezing them. Once more, she shrugged him off.

"I cant!" she shouted, tears rising. Her voice in genuine pain she repeated, "I can't be with you. I just can't." She felt her knees starting to give out and she walked over to the couch to sit down to try and regain the strength that was leaving her. "Please understand. It hurts me to see you hurting. I love you, I do. But," -she swallowed- "I love you like a friend. The same way I love the girls, Motoki, Naru...I'm just not in love with you." Mamoru walked over and knelt down.

"I don't believe that," he responded huskily. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me."

Taking her chin in his hand he pushed it up, trying to make eye contact. However, she kept her eyes to the ground. "Look at me," he repeated. When she didn't comply, he switched to the paternal tone she so hated. "Look. at. me." She unconsciously obeyed. He lowered his voice, "Tell me you don't love me."

Gazing deeply into his eyes, her heart felt such agony. It was as if she was drowning. She could feel his suffering, and it was eating her up. She couldn't bring herself to say it. Instead she swatted his arm from her chin and leaned back.

"Stop this. I don't want to go over it again. Just please, take me home."

Mamoru placed both palms on her upper legs.

"Don't do this," his said hoarsely. He gripped her thighs. "I need you."

"Don't." Usagi pushed his hands away. But they returned quickly, this time resting on her waist.

"I can't make it without you," he pleaded. She couldn't look at him anymore. It was too hard. She needed to leave. Why was he making things so hard? Everything she was doing was for the safety of the world. Everyone she loved. His thumbs moved in small circles, purposely pushing the fabric of her top blouse to access her skin.

"Stop." She sat up to remove his hands. But he quickly took her by the wrists and pulled her back down to the couch. He swiftly moved his hands to the sides of her thighs and laid his head down on her lap.

She froze. Mamoru's physical affection had always been limited. So, alough his hands had touched her waist and even grazed her skin, it never crossed her mind that any of his movements were anything but innocent. But, his head on her lap had shocked her. It was an extremely intimate position. She could feel his soft hair on her thighs. His breath caused goosebumps and caused a pool of heat between her legs.

"Don't go," he begged. His palms, on each side of her outer thigh, began moving up and down, as if warming her. With each stoke, his hands rose closer to her waist.

When his finger dipped under her silk pajama shorts she gasped. Mamoru turned his head and began kissing her thighs as he pleaded for her to stay. Her body welcomed the sensations. He opened his mouth to suck on her skin, while his hands moved to her crotch.

Slowly his hands pulled her legs apart. The feel of his tongue on her inner thigh sent a shock through her body. Her chest immediately arched as she gasped. The tingle in her chest gathered and concentrated at the tips of her nipples. It felt so good. He continued to kiss her, moving closer and closer to her heat, his fingers at the lining of her underwear.

"Please," he continued begging, whispering, "I love you." His fingers began stroking her sex through the cotton. She felt her hips buck. He was kissing a trail up to her crotch. He pulled the cloth to the side; slowly coming out of the haze Usagi felt him push her underwear to the side.

"Wait-wait-don't," and then he licked. Her eyes shot open and she gasped for air, moaning. Her hands grabbed at his hair pushing him to do it again. "Oh my god!"

He continued to work her, tasting her. With each thrusting of her hips his heart felt lighter. He dipped his finger in and he once again heard her cry out to the Lord. He moved in and out at a slow pace and then began picking up speed. As his hands worked her, he moved his mouth up to her chest. With his free hand he pushed down her top massaging her breast.

Usagi could feel the moment just before she'd reach the height of pleasure. She threw her head back and moaned loudly in bliss. He unzipped his pants. She was still panting from her orgasm, her body in a state of euphoria. He freed himself and then made his way between her legs.

"I need you," he repeated incessantly. He crushed his mouth to hers, she whimpered at the pain. He kissed her hungrily. Positioning himself and thrusting inside her, she let out a long moan. Her chest arched up at the delicious sensation. She met his every thrust, her legs wrapped around his thighs. Her mewls of pleasure filled the room. He told her over and over, "I love you Usako."

She felt her body reach that cliff once more, she was almost there. As soon as it peaked, she shouted "Mamo-chan!" Hearing her endearment triggered his body to spill his seed, to fill her womb and claim her as his. His heart felt full; he felt whole. Everything was going to be okay. They were back together, like they were always meant to be.

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She waited until he fell asleep. Which, thankfully, was in less than an hour. It was difficult getting out of his embrace. His arms were cradling her against his chest. Her first attempt to get out was a failure. Despite being asleep he would not let go. It was a painstaking ordeal to escape his arms without waking him.

Once she'd reached his genkan, she transformed. Harnessing her strength and speed, Moon was able to get to her home speedily. It was a good thing she kept her mind on the task ahead: get home before daylight, otherwise she'dve had an emotional breakdown. She hadn't gotten two hours sleep when she cried herself awake trembling from her nightmare.

Fear gripped his heart when he woke up to find her gone. It shouldn't, they were together now. Nevertheless, it was. How could he guarantee she stayed, make it so there'd be nothing that could ever separate them? The answer was obvious. There was only one way. A baby.

If they became pregnant, she'd never leave. She wouldn't, she couldn't. She'd never. He must in order to secure forever. They were meant to be anyway. What did it matter if she got pregnant now or in the future? It didn't change the fact that they'd be together. It only sped things up; their family would start ten years sooner than he planned.

He was more than capable of taking care of a child. His relationship with Chibi-Usa demonstrated he was more than qualified. Once Usagi became pregnant, he'd have her move in, and they'd get married. It might strain their relationship with her parents, but in the long run the Tsukino's will concede.

Until he finished his doctorate program, Usako would be a stay at home mother. It might be difficult for the senshi to have to fight without her, but once she healed from child-birth and they found someone trustworthy to take care of their offspring, she'd be back in battle. He could picture it now, a happy family. His happy family. In the future he intended to have more. He wanted a team of them, none of his children would ever feel alone. They'd always have each other.

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Usagi took her time leaving class. Her feet dragged across the ground. Haruna-sensei let her out of detention early. Most likely to meet her with project partner Genta. A good student would be going over a list of ideas for their assignment. However, she was never a very good student, and her thoughts were immersed in the events of last night. Particularly the part where Mamo-chan was between her legs. Her body reacted instantly. She halted and pressed her thighs together, taking slow breaths in and out.

"Tsukino-chan?"

"Huh?" Her eyes fluttered open. When was it that she closed her eyes? Genta was standing in front of her, his dark brown eyes peering into her own. Black hair fell carelessly around his face and down his shoulders. A silver gauge pierced his right ear lobe. He was in a rock band called "The Honey Badgers."

His slim fingers held onto the belt across his chest that held his guitar. Her eyes zeroed in on them, he'd performed at so many school functions. She wondered what his hands would feel like inside her. Was he as talented at bringing a woman to cum as he was strumming his instrument? Maybe she could be his instrument...

"You aright?"

"Yea, yea, sorry," she blushed. He straightened up.

"I know we're supposed to meet up today," he adjusted his strap, "but you think we could reschedule? My band just got a gig-"

"Of course, no problem" -she started walking out of the building- "I actually have something too. How about next week?"

"That works. We should probably figure out what we're gonna do it on." She shrugged.

"Any ideas?"

"Nope."

"Me neither. List of ideas next week?" They'd finally made it to the entrance to campus. He nodded.

"Sounds good." He put a hand on her shoulder and lightly squeezed, "Thanks for this." His grip on her shoulder reminded her of the earlier daydream... his fingers, her body. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. She smiled and waved off his thanks. "See ya next week Tsukino-chan." The blonde watched as he walked away.

"Usako."

Usagi turned about slowly. She found him staring at her, his eyes dark pools. Her legs told her to keep moving away from the handsome man leaning against his silver sports car. He pushed himself off the door. When he was standing in front of her, his eyes were shining cerulean, his lips pulled into a small smile. "Going to the Crown?" He asked.

She couldn't seem to find her voice. Her thoughts were a jumble. She nodded.

"I'll take you."

Where were the girls? She needed Intervention One: separate Mamoru and Usagi. That's right, they expected her detention to be let out thirty minutes from now. How was it that Mamoru knew she'd be out early? Had he been waiting? She wasn't sure when, but her legs had already gotten her inside the car. It's just a ride. The arcade was a five minute drive away.

He didn't start the car right away. He did however, lean over and nip at her earlobe and kiss her neck.

"I've been thinking about you all day" -he whispered- "Let's go to my place."

His hand was on her thigh and she felt her heart constrict. She was still aroused from her previous thoughts of Genta's fingers, Mamoru's actual hands on her thigh only served to feed the fire. She wanted it so bad. She nodded her head, still unable to speak.

Mamoru had always been talented in his ability to multi-task. So, driving and pumping his fingers into her were simple. She moaned the entire seven minutes to his apartment; hips bucking in tandem. They both rushed out of the car.

It thrilled her that Mamoru, the always reticent man, was replaced by such an exhibitionist. Hands that barely touched her in the two years they'd been together, groped her; publicly roaming her waist and thighs, kissing her in the elevator. He didn't restrain himself when ushering her though the lobby. It was a titillating. The fact that people were staring only made it more exciting. She should have been embarrassed by their looks of disgust and disapproval. Contrarily, it drove her to touch him just as much.

Their clothes were off before they'd gotten past the genkan. It took seconds to strip. She jumped on him, and he quickly made his way to the bed, relishing in the contact of their bare skin. He'd started on top, kissing, fondling, sucking.

At some point she'd gotten him on his back, her mouth assaulting his body. She kissed him down to his Adonis belt where she sucked on the muscles that made the shape of a V. He took a sharp breath in. Her hands massaged his inner thighs as she licked the indents that separated each abdomen muscle. When she took him into her mouth, he moan loudly, slamming his head back against the pillow. She sucked unashamedly, without any hesitance. It wasn't something she hadn't fantasized about. There were nights where she'd imagined being exactly where she was now; his head between his legs, staring up at him.

When she finally came up, she spoke for the first time.

"Protection?" Usagi asked out of breath.

Last night she hadn't been sure he'd put one on. Once she'd left his apartment that early morning, she went a little mad thinking she'd have to go to a clinic and take Plan B. However, after thinking about it in school, she concluded that Mamoru was always three steps ahead.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of us."

She accepted his answer without question. Although, she shouldn't have. Had she taken the time to listen to him, she'd have noticed he said he'd "take care of us," not that he had any protection. Usagi was uneducated in all sexual devices, items, and safety. She put her faith in the fact that Mamoru did. Despite noticing he put nothing on or spilling into her, she assumed there was some type of pill he'd taken akin to women's birth control.

Once again, as soon as the effects of her orgasm dissipated, guilt and self-loathing emerged. She dressed swiftly and managed to leave the apartment without him. He'd attempted to pull her back into bed, and was nearly successful, until he'd gotten on his knees and she was struck with the image of a sword through his chest. She shook him off and agreed to whatever it was he was saying. She'd shut out his words after the vision of his death. He insisted on going with her but she lied and said her parents were waiting for her there; he relented and she was free.

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It was Tuesday, which meant she wouldn't see him waiting for her after school. He had his own courses to complete. Mamoru graduated this semester and after that, he'd be on his way to Harvard in America. His acceptance into the elite university had been his dream come true. She'd been so happy for him, albeit saddened that he'd been away for two years. However, it now worked in her favor, having Mamoru gone was for the best.

Entering into the Crown, Usagi spotted Motoki taking orders from the girls. As she made her way to her friends she caught sight of a familiar set of multi-dimensional eyes.

"Shingo-kun."

The lone male made eye contact with her, he took in her appearance. A look of recognition crossed his face. It was the odd hair that jogged his memory, he bowed in return.

"Hi."

"Are you here with friends?" She asked politely.

"No, just picking up some food."

"Do you come here often?"

"No, first time actually. My co-worker suggested it."

"It is! I come here like, everyday. Soooo good!" she said excitedly, "Are you still in school?" The dark haired male smiled softly and shook his head.

"Actually I graduated last year. I'm the lead pharmacist at the yakkyoku in Azabu downtown now."

"Oh wow! Congratulations!"

"What about you? Are you still in school?"

"Yea, I graduate this year."

"That's great. What's your major, maybe I can connect you to someone in the field."

"Oh" - she blushed- "I'm graduating high school. I didn't mention that last time did I." She laughed nervously.

"I thought you looked young," he admitted. "What were you doing at the university?" The smile she'd donned left her face. It was clear to Maeda that Usagi was uncomfortable. "Have you decided whether you'll be going to college next year?" The blonde let out a breath of relief, thankful he'd dismissed his previous question. She rubbed the back of her neck.

"I-I don't really know yet," she slid onto the stool next to him. "Is that bad? I don't know what I want to do, at the same time I know what's expected of me...but it's not something I'm choosing, it's what was chosen for me, which isn't fair. Then again, I don't even know what I want...I'm pretty ridiculous, huh? I don't want to do what they want, I want to choose myself, but I don't even know what I want." His honey eyes filled with sympathy.

"It's common for high school graduates to be confused. In fact most university students change their majors three times. Don't worry about it."

"Here you go," a familiar voice interrupted. Motoki placed a plastic bag on the counter.

"Hey Usagi-chan, whose your new friend?"

"Onii-san this is Shingo Maeda. He's a pharmacist in Azabu downtown. Shingo-kun this is Motoki Furuhata, he owns the arcade."

Motoki blushed, "I don't own it -"

"Basically you do. I mean you do everything! Seriously," she turned over to Shingo, "he does everything." The store manager humbly smiled.

"I hope to see you again," he told the honey eyed man, giving the two a mischievous smile. Usagi, noticing her straw-haired friend wink and smile. Her eyes grazed over to Maeda. For the first time, she noticed he was cute. Her eyes locked onto his lips, they were beautifully plump. They were probably soft. She envisioned those two lips on her own, trailing down her neck. The pharmacist took the bag of food, breaking her out of her thoughts. With reddened cheeks, Shingo bowed goodbye.

"You too," he responded to Motoki, glancing at Usagi quickly, before leaving.

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She struggled to stay away from him. Each time he came close to her she was overcome by her arousal. He'd sneek into her room at night, closing the curtains, and locking the window to keep Luna out. She found herself pretending to leave after a battle, then allow him to sweep her off her feet into his arms. There were rides that, at times, never even left the parking lot. She was on his lap, unable to wait the minutes it took to get to his apartment.

Then there was the fact she was lying to her senshi, insisting that Mamoru was no longer chasing after her. They no longer followed her or kept an eye on the masked hero, taking her word for it.

But, the pleasure was always followed by anger. Anger at herself. Why wasn't she able to say 'no' to sex? It should be simple to walk away. When they were done, she'd go home, insisting she'd say 'No' next time; that it'd be easy to leave. And then he'd be there and she'd feel hot and unable to control herself.

Her dreams never seized either, which made things worse. She woke crying, knowing that the universe would end. Every night she was reminded why she needed to leave. And each night she insisted she would put her foot down and walk away. The next day, she would say no.

Genta was waiting in the empty classroom after school. She found him practicing his music when she got there. Even as they discussed the possible options of their project, he kept strumming. At the end of their meeting they agreed on the cognitive causes and effects of depression.

"Genta-kun?" The musician was zipping up his guitar. He looked over in acknowledgement. "Can I… see your gauge?" The boy nodded and moved closer. Usagi took her pencil and slowly inserted into the hole. She watched in fascination as the pencil went right through. She knew it would, the piercing was made to create a hole in his lobe. But it was still really crazy. He watched her reaction in amusement.

"That do it for ya?" They laughed.

With her curiosity sated, they agreed to meet the next day at the library. She waved goodbye as he left. The blonde hadn't taken five steps when she bumped into a solid chest. She knew, even before she looked up who it was. His smell was individual. There was nothing like it.

Her head lifted to find him staring down at her. His lips in a tight line, and eyes that made the temperature around her drop. It was chilly. And then it passed. The firm line raised into a smile, and his eyes softened. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

The ebony haired man had been walking through the school, trying to find his girlfriend. He assumed she was serving detention in one of the rooms; he'd decided he'd wait just outside for her. It wasn't unknown to him how obsessive he'd become. His desperation to ensure she was with him overrode any semblance of rationality.

He'd been walking when he'd heard a boy ask, "That do it for ya?" The phrase caused him chuckle. High school boys and their flirtations were humorous. But then he recognized the voice that responded. The college student surreptitiously peered into the room. He took inventory of the high school boy, he reeked musician. Taking a few steps back to calm himself, Mamoru tried to take several calming breaths; none of which worked.

When his girlfriend bumped into him, he was still fighting his jealousy. He needed to calm himself, or she'd run away again; he couldn't have that. Looking down at her, he smiled. A rushing sense of urgency to take her right then filled him. Against her protests he found an empty room and drew the comfort only her body could provide. It was only when they were touching like this that he felt secure.

The moment he left her room last night, he felt empty again. When he returned to his apartment he decided he would skip class and spend time with her instead. So, after hearing the exchange between the kid and Usako, he was glad he'd chosen to cut class. That rocker might've tried to steal his girlfriend.

He'd just started his car when his phone rang. The device connected to his vehicle and displayed the name in bold letters on the car's touch screen. The blonde felt a large lump in her throat, it burned, and caused water to gather in her eyes. Mamoru pressed the decline button as rapidly as possible. However, the name remained seared in her mind: Chiharu.

She could see her, in her mind's eye. Her brunette hair, dark grey eyes, and long neck. The pain she'd forgotten about erupted. His phone rang again and her name popped up once more. Once again he denied the call. The anger and pain formed the courage she had been desperately seeking.

She remembered how he'd went back to his ex-girlfriend. How he never mentioned that his "study buddy" wasn't just another student. How he was attracted to Chiharu the entire time she and Mamo were together. How he immediately had sex after they'd just broken up. She could still hear Kondo's voice asking for her pants. She remembered the look of happiness on the brunette's face. Happiness that Mamoru had given her. For all Usagi knew, he was having sex with both of them. The anger was more than strong, it was a hatred she hadn't felt in a long time.

The tears started after she'd buttoned up her uniform. They rolled down silently. The disappointment crushed her, she was so weak. Her mind recalled the event, the betrayal she felt that he'd immediately ran to his ex-girlfriend. How he'd never even touched her until after he'd had sex with someone else.

"Usako, why're you crying?" He reached out to wipe her tears. Usagi leaned away from him.

"Mamoru, I don't want to do this anymore. It's wrong."

"I don't understand. What's wrong?"

"Me and you. We're broken up and we keep-"

"We're not broken up," he argued.

"We are! Mamoru- we need to make our own paths, our own choices, and-"

"Usako we are making our own paths."

"No! You're taking away my choices. What I want. You chose Chiharu -"

"What? No I didn't! I chose you. You're the only one-"

"No!" She yelled. "No! You brought her to your place. You decided to have sex with her when less than a week ago you claimed to love me! She's calling you because you chose her," she shouted passionately. "You have to stop what you're doing. You can't keep...seducing me. It's not fair. We're just hurting others." Although she continued to cry, her words were strong.

"I want to be with-"

"No. Just…no." She shook her head and took the door handle. He immediately locked the doors; he was terrified. If he needed to race away, beg, cry, he'd do it.

"Please," Mamoru's voice trembled. "If you leave...I'll die. I can't live without you Usako. I'd rather be dead. If you leave me...I won't make it." Her anger was steadily being replaced with fear.

Die? The whole point of breaking up was to insure his safety. Leave he'll die, stay he'll die. What was she going to do? Why was he doing this? This wasn't fair. Her heart and breathing increased in pace.

"Will you...will you give me some time?"

"Usako-"

"Please," she pleaded. He could sense she'd reached her limit. If he continued to push, she'd most certainly shut down. Giving her time to calm down would be the best course of action. Once she cleared her head, she'd understand reason: he couldn't live without her. She was his entire world, his only family, his reason for living. If she left him- he'd die. And if he had to remind her of that everyday for the rest of their lives, he would. He'd do anything, everything, to keep her.

Alright! Hopefully you found this chapter entertaining. I know it may seem like Usagi wants to jump everyone, but honestly when awakening your sexuality a lot of the times you become hyper-sexual. They say only boys get horny all the time. But it isn't exclusive to males. Women also feel as horny! (And just because women get horny all the time does not make them a slut or whatever degrading name that can be thought of. It makes us human). Another desperate move: Trapping (aka "trap) is a tactic that is often attributed to women, however, like being horny, it goes both ways. Men also use pregnancy to trap women. Next chapter will be focusing on bargaining.