It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. -William Blake

Friendship Lost

Mamoru glared at the door of his apartment, he wished a certain someone would get the hint and stop knocking on his door. He picked up his ringing phone, "What?" he barked as he ran a hand through his tousled midnight black hair.

"Chiba, you better shut up whoever is making that racket or I'm going to report you to the apartment manager." Mr. Sato from next door yelled into the phone.

Mamoru groaned, "That's just great. Now I have to answer the door." He stomped his way to the door and yanking it open glared at his former blond haired friend Motoki, "What do you want? " He asked angrily as he stepped away from the door and into his inner sanctum.

"Mamoru, you have to forgive me. I never meant for it to come out this way?" Motoki begged as he walked in after Mamoru. He just wanted his best friend back it had been two weeks since that fateful night and he had only himself to blame for this rift.

"You never meant for it to come out this way? That's a load of crap and you know it." Mamoru said as he slammed his fist into a nearby wall. The rage he felt numbed the pain that he knew what show up later and he knew that Usagi would be worried about him and force him to go to the doctor and he wasn't looking forward to getting any shots.

Motoki flinched as he saw Mamoru's bloody fist as it pulled away from the wall. "Mamoru you're my friend and I never meant to hurt you. If you're going to be mad at anyone be mad at me none of this is Usagi's fault." Motoki exclaimed as he tried to reason with his friend. "You know Usagi would never betray you."

"You don't actually think I'd be mad at Usagi for something that you did?" Mamoru asked as he whipped around to face Motoki. "Do you think I don't know where Usagi's loyalties lie? She is my fiancée do you think I'd have proposed to her without knowing? I can't forgive you. You need to leave." His voice was weary as he looked at Motoki, his rage was slipping away and his sadness was starting to come through as he realized that he would never be able to trust this man again.

Then Motoki said something that made the rage inside Mamoru burn once again. "I'm sorry Mamoru I don't know what I was thinking at the time." His eyes were downcast he couldn't even look at him without feeling like the guilt was going to eat him alive.

"I know you weren't thinking because if you were you wouldn't have kissed your best friend's fiancée." Mamoru yelled even as Motoki flinched.

"I was drunk Mamoru." Motoki said as he tried so hard to rationalize his betrayal.

"That's no excuse she's off limits to you and you pushed the boundaries." Mamoru growled out. "What would you have done if she hadn't slapped you, if she hadn't pushed you off of her? Then what Motoki? Would you have taken that as a green light to continue? Did you even think of me and what I would feel?"

Motoki was beginning to feel like this was never going to be resolved. "So you can forgive that guy, Haruki but you can't forgive me?"

"It's easier to forgive him."

"How is that? He is your enemy; explain to me how it's easier to forgive him than me? You two have hated each other since he found out you were Usagi's boyfriend."

"Because he is my enemy I can forgive him. All he wanted was Usagi's love and he thought that if he kissed her that would give him an entrance into her affections. You though were my best friend; you knew what Usagi meant to me. You know how much I love her and you kissed her anyway." Mamoru glared at Motoki his blue eyes turning icy. "I shared everything with you and look at what you did; I should have never trusted you. Now leave, I never want to see your face again."

Motoki left the apartment crestfallen, he had tried to convince his former best friend that he had been drunk that he had never meant to cross the line but the truth of it was as Mamoru had said, and he had meant to give her that kiss. The drinks he had only served to lower his inhibitions and allowed him the courage to do what he had wanted to do for so long. Perhaps he shouldn't have drunk so much knowing Usagi was going to be around he had always harbored a crush on her. At least now he knew that Mamoru didn't blame Usagi for his mistake however it did still make him sad to realize he had lost two of his best friends because he had been an idiot. Mamoru was right it was easier to forgive someone whom you hated rather than to forgive the friend whom you shared all your secrets with.