A/N: This has been sitting in my files for MONTHS

I have exams this week as well and workplace learning in a few so I won't be uploading then

also have any of you watched the new Sailor Moon Movie? Sailor Moon Eternal! If you haven't then go watch it! It's on Netflix now and it's so awesome!

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Chapter 6: (Five weeks later)

(Usagi)

Usagi woke up and jumped straight out of bed, her feet not holding the sock she remembered putting on last night, touching the cold floorboards of the bedroom. Immediately she held her mouth with her hands, before dashing off into the bathroom. She was really sick and had been for the past couple of days, as well as tired and hungry. Quickly she dressed and pulled her hoddie over the top of her messy bun, which sat at the top of her head. Quickly doing a basic layer of makeup, knowing that she was only going to Ami's house cause she'd know exactly what was wrong with her.

She walked into the kitchen, grabbing her car keys before her eyes drive towards the folded down photo frame of her and Mamoru. She sighed quietly, resisting the tears that were starting to overflow in her eyes. She pulled It back up before flipping it back down into original position again. She closed the door, locking it gently behind her before walking through the grey walls towards the grey elevator, pressing the parking lot button.

After about two minutes, the elevator came to a slow stop, and everyone from inside, including usagi left and walked towards their cars. Usagi walked past what felt like every other coloured car in the car park. Black, yellow, silver, blue, green. Until she came to her white car her 'boyfriend' had purchased for her, the sunroof up, covering any intruders from breaking in. she unlocked it, the sunroof gently rolling to the back folding itself tidily.

Usagi drove through Tokyo for around thirty minutes. The sun beaming over her and the wind blowing back her hoodie, but she really just couldn't care. After the thirty-minute drive, she had arrived at Ami's apartment building and she had walked through the lobby carelessly. Usagi pressed the white button, indicating the fifth floor she was to go up. Listening to the elevator music which was quietly blasting through the speakers in all corners.

"Usagi" Ami spoke to her surprise seeing the blonde-haired popstar in front of her. "I haven't seen you in months" she says as she lets her in.

"Yeah…I'm sorry about that. I've just been going through a rough patch" she whispers as she hugs her friend gently. Usagi and Ami walk inside the living room, taking a seat on the couch. "I came here for Doctor Ami-Chan's doctor brain." Usagi says with a smile.

"Alright" Ami says with a nod, her short blue hair flying in front of her face.

"I think I have a cold…but it's only the mornings when I feel sick sometimes… sometimes it the whole day" she sighs. Ami raises her eyebrows.

"And you couldn't go to a normal General practitioner for this?" Ami asked, a hint of humour in her voice. Usagi pointed to her hair and her hoodie and Ami sighed. "Right…famous" she muttered. "I don't think you have a cold Usagi" Ami says as she holds her hands against her forehead. "What else?" She asks and Usagi shrugs.

"That's it" Usagi shrugs and Ami sighs, leaving one of her best friends alone in her living room. Usagi was very confused as she let out a strangled breath. She was confused. Why was she sick?

"I'll repeat it again Usagi" Ami says, returning with a box. "I don't think you have a cold" she repeats. "have you had… you know… sexual intercourse?" Ami squeaks, watching usagi as she bobs her head confused. "I think you're pregnant usagi… of course it could be unlikely but…I think that you are" she handed her the test. "the instructions are on the back…do you need to go to the toilet?" Ami asks and she shakes her head. "Then looks like you're camping here then" she says as she stands up and makes her way to the kitchen.

"Thanks" Usagi whispers as she grabs the glass from Ami's hands, taking a sip of the clear water.

"When did you last have intercourse, and who with?" Ami asks uncomfortably to her and usagi blushes.

"A month ago. While mamo was here" she admits quietly

"He was here?" she asks her and Usagi nods. "Why?" she asks her and usagi shrugs.

"Late birthday present. He came back three months after" she whispers quietly. "It was with Mamo…" Usagi wipes her eyes gently, which were starting to fill with her salty tears.

"Minako told he what happened with Mamoru… How are you doing?" She asks her blonde buddy. Usagi looks at her quickly straight into Ami's eyes, before she sighs. "Do you want to talk about it?" She suggests and Usagi shakes her head.

"I need to go to the toilet." She whispers. "Can you hand me the box?" Usagi asks, embarrassed. Carefully, Ami handed the white box to her friend, watching her walk off nervously. Usagi approached the white door of the bathroom slowly, before turning the metal, silver door handle. She stepped in, looking at the box in her hands and sighing. If Ami were right, she would have her boyfriend's child in her, growing and blossoming. Of course, she wouldn't kill it though… even if he broke up with her.

Five minutes it took for the results to come back. She paced the bathroom, fixed her hair and makeup before checking the results. Her forehead was sweaty, probably ruining the thin layer of makeup she had applied, and her hands were slightly shaking as she picked up the tiny stick.

Two lines. Confused what it meant, only reading the instructions to the halfway line before looking at what meant what. She scanned the box until she found the answer she was looking for. It was positive. She didn't want to believe it. And neither did Ami when she walked out and told her quietly, But Ami took it quietly and nodded gently, being careful to not upset usagi. Usagi gently greeted Ami out the door, claiming she had to go back to the apartment and think about what to do. Which Usagi knew was a lie, as she wouldn't abort it.

Usagi drove through town, her windows up and the sunroof high, due to the coldness, weirdly since it was sunny a few hours ago. She kept driving, thinking constantly about it. She was pregnant and was going to have Mamoru's baby. The boyfriend who cheated on her the day he went back to America.

Then without notice, the sound of screeching tired against the black road, before it all went black.

*Mamoru*

Mamoru arrived in the City of Tokyo's biggest airport, looking for a bright, blonde, bun headed usagi in the crowd, but then again…she was a pop star, and she would've had to wear a hoodie so she wouldn't be identified. He walked casually towards bag collection area, where his suitcases were and collected then, but as he scanned for his girlfriend, he found Motoki without his wife; Reika.

"Motoki?" Mamoru asks as he walks up to one of his best friends. Motoki didn't even bother to greet him, just took one of his suitcases and directed him into the car, where he finally spoke.

"Mamoru…How was America?" he asks him gently. Mamoru sensed something… a form of coldness towards him.

"I don't know… I need to speak to you about something…" Mamoru says. "The day I got back to America, something happened… one of my colleagues kissed me…and I immediately pushed her away…. but now I don't know what to do…like Usako's the only girlfriend or any type of relationship I've ever had, and I just don't know what to tell her…or if to tell her" mamoru says. Motoki sighs.

"Too late mate. She already knows…now you just have to tell her what actually happened" Motoki sighed, turning off on the intersection towards Mamoru's apartment.

"Wait… What?" He asks, internally panicking.

"She never came to the parlour for weeks, then a week ago she came in… looking dead and upset… she claimed that you were cheating on her and didn't know how long it had been going on for, showed me the screenshots of the message and photo she was sent by someone and then broke down into tears" he says. "So you better fix this… she's like a sister to me, and you've managed to hurt her from a long distance" he says. "Go and speak to her… I'll come in as well" he says as he hands his best friend a suitcase. Mamoru and Motoki sit awkwardly in the elevator, the calming music not calming anyone.

Mamoru unlocked the door quietly, rolling the suitcase inside, immediately seeing the first photo frame face down onto the kitchen counter. He flipped it back up, looking at the state of the glass, which was smashed. He frowned as he walked through the apartment, unable to find Usagi anywhere. The mess in the kitchen was there, even in the living room and bedroom, was there a mess. "I should get going…" Motoki says, patting him on the back.

Mamoru swiftly cleans the mess and unpacks his suitcases before his phone started buzzing. "Mamoru come to Usagi's registered hospital" Minako's voice booms through his phone speaker. "Usagi's been in an accident!"