Please except my deepest apologies for the delay of this chapter. I really have no excuse. None at all. As usual, I got distracted with work and school. It isn't a very long one, but I'm glad to finally put one out. Thanks so much for all the reviews; you are truly my muse. It's motivating to hear from all of you and I thank you.

It was time for spring-cleaning Usagi decided. Nevermind that it was the dead middle of October, with its chilly breezes and early sunsets. It was time to clean house, to be renewed, tabula rusa, like she had just learned in Psychology. If there were anyone ready for a blank slate, it would be Usagi.

It was one thing to suffer from one broken heart, but to have to endure three different ones was a completely different matter. It was a bit more than she could bare.

Breathing in, Usagi took a deep gulp of the fall air. It was quiet and peaceful. She took in her surroundings with a slight grimace at her lips. Lotus Gardens was a park tucked away in a corner of Tokyo. She and Haruka had come upon it two years ago, the period she wasn't talking to Mamo-chan, and she had kept it a secret. A secret garden for her and Haruka. Usagi snorted at the thought. That didn't last long.

In fact, the developing of her relationship with Haruka was nothing of consequence at first. It was obvious from the beginning that Haruka and Michiru were not going to be the inners' close confidants. The relationship with the outers would be more of a mutual respect and regard for one another instead of a best friend. Usagi never thought anything more of it until one day it became quite clear that Mamoru had been developing affection for Michiru. Jealous and enraged, she kept her distance, which eventually brought her to Haruka. She would admit she was attracted. Who wouldn't be? She was fierce, teasing, and determined all wrapped up in one striking package. Haruka literally took her breath away. She was beautiful in all her magnificent glory and Usagi, no matter what sex she was, couldn't resist. They pinnacle of their relationship, which was only one week or two, was a fun and entrancing time. Except for a short kiss from Haruka, nothing scandalous or explicit happened. They had spent a lot of time together and she would like to think they did share a lot. At least she thought Haruka had shared a lot. Was it possible to fall in love two weeks? Usagi had no idea, but it felt pretty close to it.

Mamo-chan, however, was not romantically interested in Michiru, or at least not enough to pursue it, so she went back to Mamoru just as Haruka had returned to her lover. Obviously they had a deeper friendship from before, but things never progressed. Every one in a while, though, on an early Saturday morning every few months, when the rest of the senshi was sleeping, they met at this park, their special place.

"Not anymore," Usagi bitterly spat out loud.

From now on, this would be her detoxing area. She sat close to the crystal pond, which reflected the moon's silhouette on this quiet evening. It was well after nine PM, and no one else appeared to be at this park. And who would be? No person in their right mind would be in this area in Tokyo at night. Murderes? Ha, Usagi dealt with those on a daily basis. Kidnappers? Usagi had been kidnapped one too many times to count. Granted, they were usually to distance planets or universes, but it was all the same.

Rapists? She already felt raped. Of every emotion, of every thought, of every feeling. And it was with that thought that she pulled out her journal from her knapsack. The first entry started pre Seiya, pre Mamoru college, actually. The first line, dated July 16, began with happy lines of sweetness. Mamoru was mentioned quite frequently. And it was with that thought she ripped out the sheet, balled the paper up, and threw as hard as she could. The paper slowly floated until it touched the midnight pond, becoming thoroughly soaked. It was very freeing to watch.

Usagi's hands became not her own as they crazily tore paper after paper, balled them up, and continuously threw each and every scrap into the once clean water. Her jerky movements caused her journal to wobble, and upon this motion, a few postcards fell from the back of the binding. Postcards that Usagi had written to Mamoru and never sent. She angrily grabbed those as well and catapulted them into the pond.

The first journal page was now September 1st, and was starting to mention Seiya. The first round of spring-cleaning was done. Now on to the next, she thought, as she began to tear all the pages mentioning the singer's name.

On September 26th, she found a page where not only did it describe her relationship with Seiya progressing, but a sweet note he, or she, had left on her desk. Without thinking she threw this paper after the others. And promptly regretted it.

With a horrified schreech, she leapt after the paper, head first into the park's pond, her hand clenching sporadically as it searched for the small piece of paper. As silly as it was, and as hopeless as it was, Seiya's note of affection still warmed her heart and was something dear to her. No matter that he wasn't even acknowledging her presence.

"USAGI! What the fuck are you doing?"

Terrified, and drenched, Usagi forced herself to turn around, Seiya's drenched note in her hand, and was met the disbelieving eyes of Tenoh Haruka.

Usagi's spring-cleaning would come to an end for tonight, it seemed.