Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or its characters.

AN: Yes there is still sailor moon and the senshi, and I added a fun twist to Usagi's personality. Inspired by my aunt.

Summary: After Mamoru and Usagi have a huge fight, Usagi gets into a car accident. She wakes up days later and doesn't know who Mamoru or the Girls are. She doesn't know what Sailor Moon is or what it means and she thinks she's getting married to Motoki. With a new evil approaching can the Senshi get back their leader and princess or have they lost her forever?

Dedicated to: My mother, who has gone through so much just for her kids, and I want her to know I love and appreciate everything she has done for all of us.

Her clear eyes stared at all of them, suspicion alive within the depths of their oceanic orbs. She watched even the slightest of movements; she caught the change in their breathing patterns. Liars, they were all liars. She needed to be careful for their words were deceitful; she must have been deceived countless times, with each passing second she felt her paranoia grow.

"Usagi." Rei said her name so casually, her eyes so neutral like everything was fine, like she would never find out the truth. They were very good liars she'd give them that but their tyrannical rule was over. The ball was now in her court and it was time she unmasked them. It was still unbelievable how easily they could deceive others.

Ami, with her innocent face would make you swear that she never lied, that she was pure, but underneath that mask was a con artist. Minako so kind and sweet, the generosity and bubbly feeling would fool anyone but she was just a deceitful. Makoto always seemed to be in some kind of happy mood that made you trust her without knowing the truth. Rei, well Rei was kind of frightening so you figure she's too serious to lie. Motoki was earth's precious cinnamon roll so his lies came as a surprise to her. The only one who didn't surprise her was Mamoru and that was because Usagi believed that every word that came out of his mouth was never true.

"I'm sorry." She said seriously, all eyes were on her, they would soon see that she saw through their deceit. "But this is bullshit." Her eyes were stern she saw Ami freeze, her eyes wide in shock.

"What?" Ami squeaked. Usagi watched a small quiver erupt through Ami's body, Usagi cocked an eyebrow in triumph.

"I don't believe you Ami" she loved the absolutely shocked look on everyone's face, she felt so proud of herself.

"Are you calling me a liar Usagi?" Ami's voice trembled, she could hear the disbelief in her voice and she also heard the desperation.

"You are a liar. I don't believe you one damn bit." She spat, her eyes narrowed daring Ami to say otherwise. Rei reached over and placed a tentative hand on her arm, her eyes looked at her worried. She knew she was staking everything, but she knew she had caught Ami in a lie.

"How can you be so sure Usagi?" Ami asked, she was anxious; HA! She had made the blue haired woman anxious, this was good; she could already smell the fear emitting from the small woman, sweet, sweet victory. Usagi only smirked at her, she had the eyes of a lion that had just cornered its terrified prey; slowly, she would move slowly taunting her.

"Ami." Her words were like a leather leash, striking her on the face whipping her mercilessly. Usagi's smirk only served to darken the mood. "You looked down and to the left. A Sure sign of a liar." Ami opened her mouth to protest but even she knew that was true.

"So I say again." Usagi leaned back into her chair, that triumphant grin plastered on her face. "Bullshit" the words flowed out so gracefully that it was scary. "Pick up the cards Ami." She said. Ami lowered her head and sighed, she really had no other choice but to admit defeat, so hesitantly she picked up the pile of cards in the center of the table.

"I can't believe you called that" Makoto said as she took a sip of her cola. They were currently sitting in Makoto's living room, it had been about three days since Usagi decided to make them her friends again and it was like nothing had changed, but Usagi always found a way to bring them crashing back to reality by unconsciously reminding them how different things really were.

"My cookie queen." Usagi said referring to Makoto's new occasional nickname. "I am not as dumb as I seem." She took hold of her cup and sipped contently.

"No Usagi you are as dumb as you seem." Mamoru's voice had her narrowing her eyes, she watched him look through his cards, she eyed him carefully. Granted that the others were much easier to read but Mamoru was an expert liar so it was difficult to determine when he was bluffing. He placed two cards down, a small sly smile on his lips.

"Bullshit." The room went quite. It was one thing to call bullshit on Ami who was a pure soul, that girl no matter how Usagi looked at it could not lie, it doesn't matter that she thought so earlier. To be honest she just knew Ami couldn't really lie; however, to call out the King of Bullshit on a game of bullshit was just suicidal. Mamoru stared at her, he chuckled gently and cocked an eyebrow, he had the most amused grin on his face.

"You're calling me out?" he asked licking his lips, he leaned towards her. "You are calling me out?"

"Did I stutter?" he laughed a little in disbelief, he tapped his chin. Those dark orbs watching her, challenging her. She felt a particularly disturbing and pleasurable chill run down her spin as he watched her.

"Be sure of your actions Usagi." He warned. "I am the King of Bullshit."

"Of that I can be very sure of. It's a very befitting name." she mocked causing his eye to twitch. "and it's for that very reason that I say Bullshit." The silence was deafening, no one moved or spoke. They watched as Mamoru silently battled Usagi with his eyes, staring her down, willing her to retract but she stood firm to her accusations. When Mamoru reached over and picked up the cards, chaos erupted among them, a combination of whistling and laughter.

"No way!" Motoki laughed, he pulled Usagi to his arms, hugging her tightly. "You go girl." He said while laughing missing the glare sent in his direction by his best friend. Mamoru licked his teeth in disdain sulking back into his chair, a little annoyed at Motoki's actions. Usagi turned and smiled at Motoki, she high fived Minako who sat on the other side of Motoki before turning her cocky little smile towards Mamoru.

"You!" he began but held his tongue, exhaling sharply he began again. "You …got lucky." Usagi's reaction to his words startled him, her back has stiffened and she sat up completely straight. She was silent for a moment and then Usagi's eyes flared; there was something about the way Mamoru had said that sentence that made Usagi feel like she had been threatened.

It was like he had just told her. 'You're lucky I haven't shown you who is boss.' She didn't like the dark look in Mamoru's eyes and strongly took offense to it, she didn't care for the reason behind it but he had threatened her, whether it was directly or indirectly she didn't like it.

"I didn't get lucky" she shot back, his eyes narrowed towards her, no one but the two of them seemed to understand the war that had just began. Where everyone else saw a silly fight over a card game, they saw it as a personal challenge to one another. "I have skill." She said, leaning back into her chair. Over the last three days being around Mamoru had put her on a serious edge.

She was enraged and he was furious. She was fueled by his silent threat and he was fueled by jealousy. Mamoru never thought he'd be jealous of his best friend or even worse see the woman he loved hugging with said best friend like it was normal, it wasn't freaking normal! It was childish to feel jealousy watching Motoki hug Usagi but to him it was disgusting and downright wrong and he, well damn it, he didn't like it one bit.

"Usagi please, the only skill you have is falling over yourself like a child." The way he spoke was venomous, his tongue was sharp and quick; anger seeped out of him like fumes. He was trying to calm down but he found himself only getting more furious by the second. He found himself alarmingly more upset when her finger dug into his chest, her eyes accusing him, hating him. He hated that, hated that he was the object of her anger and annoyance, he hated that he was back in square one; back to being the idiot that meant nothing more than an afternoon bicker.

"Yeah you're right, but at least it's better than your skill." Her voice was deadly steady but Mamoru grinned.

"And what is that being great at everything?"

"Pushing the people who love you away with your stupid barrier." She snapped, something in her eyes told Mamoru this wasn't the new Usagi speaking, this was the Usagi that blew up at him in his apartment the night of the accident. This angry woman before him was throwing her previous words back, when the fight had changed from Mamoru's jealousy to a lost lovers' quarrel, he didn't know.

"What the heck are you talking about" he growled, something in him spiked "You don't know me that well." Her eyes seemed to darken at his words. They seemed to have forgotten that they weren't alone and that they had a very interested audience. But something in Usagi was dying to scream and shout at Mamoru. She didn't know why she was so angry with him, she just was.

"I don't know" she snapped, her eyes resembled the cold eyes from the night of the accident. "But I do know this. You are the type of man who just conforms; you build walls and barriers and never let anyone in." Her voice was sharp and cold; they reminded Mamoru of the words she had told him that fateful night in his apartment.

'You built a wall so tall that every relationship before me lasted no more than a month'

"You think you are so suave but you are just a lost little boy who cowers in fear of being alone." She stood from her seat; she had so much restless energy inside her that she needed to stand. "You are miserable all the time because you can't find happiness and any shot at happiness you ever have you turn away from it or turn it into a miserable situation."

"You don't know what you are talking about." Although he knew very well she knew all too perfectly what she was talking about.

"You're right, I don't know what I'm talking about." She had this somewhat pleased look on her face. "I don't know you nor do I wish to know who you really are." It hurt him to hear her say that. "But I can just tell what kind of person you are." She leaned in to him, her face inches away but she was scorching him with her wild fire. "The next time you threaten me I'm going to make you wish you were never alive." Her words were cold, she walked passed him without another word and walked out of Makoto's apartment, she didn't even usher a word good bye, she just left leaving behind a train wreck no one could look away from.

No one knew what to say partly because everyone was too stunned to really react. How had a card game turned into something so explosive? Mamoru slammed his fist onto the table enraged, his actions scared the group causing them to jump in surprise.

"What Just happened?" Makoto asked cautiously.

"You threatened her? When?" Minako asked immediately after Makoto, more curious as to when her friend was threatened that she didn't hear it.

"I didn't threaten her…per say." Mamoru began, he rubbed his temple. "At least not out loud." He took a seat, his head was thumping away furiously; he felt a migraine come on.

"Explain" Rei demanded too confused to understand anything.

"I may have thought 'you got lucky you don't remember a damn thing because otherwise you'd be dead by now.'"

"You mean when you told her 'you got lucky'?" Motoki asked a little perplexed at that.

"Yeah" Mamoru muttered while massaging his aching head, oh he was going to need some serious therapy when the whole ordeal was over.

"But how the heck would Usagi have known what you thought?" Makoto asked, she didn't understand how Usagi would know what lurked within the inner mechanisms of Mamoru's mind. Mamoru was a hard man to read, his mask obscured his true feelings making him an impenetrable wall of secrets. He was the biggest mystery among the group of friends, the only one among them who really knew who Mamoru was, was Usagi and even then there were things Usagi didn't know about him; so it made them wonder how Usagi could possibly know what occurred in Mamoru's mind.

"She knows me better than I ever thought she did." Mamoru confessed. "She's always known what's on my mind; I asked her once if she was a mind reader." He said nostalgia in his voice, his eyes casted out to a distant past.

-Flash Back-

Usagi arched an eyebrow; the most mischievous grin graced her lips. She placed the shirt she was folding down, stood up from her spot on Mamoru's sofa and walked over to him. He sat rather stressed on a crimson black armchair, his faced cradled in his hands, his dark eyebrows furrowed. She could tell from the pout in his lips that he hadn't heard a thing she said just a moment earlier. She knew because his beautiful midnight eyes were lost in whatever turmoil he seemed to be trapped in.

She took his face into her hands, completely startling him, his eyes were clouded with worry but just by looking into her eyes he felt a bit of the tension fade away. He watched as she gently straddled him, each slender leg taunting him. He placed his long fingers on her thighs; he looked up into her eyes that held so much love.

She stroked his face gently, her fingers easing away the stress that had accumulated in him; all he could do was smile, loving the feel of her petite hands silently loving him. She leaned forward resting her forehead to his and nothing more, relaxing him with the warmth she emitted. His hands gently caressed her sides. The actions were pure; Usagi had a way of making something that would seem so sexual, comforting and innocent. When she spoke it was soft and whispered, but it was loud enough that he heard.

"Stop worrying" her words lulled him. He watched her face, her beautiful celestial eyes were closed, and her mouth was lightly parted. He had never seen something so absolutely beautiful in his life; she was like an angel that had stepped out of her shield to love him. She looked so absolutely angelic and it made his heart swell up.

"I'll do fine tomorrow." She still spoke softly, her eyes remained closed and he continued to study her. "I don't care if I have to come back from the dead you'll find me next to you in a heartbeat" she continued, her eyes opened and looked straight into his, she took his breath away. "You can't get rid of me" He smiled at her words; she always knew what to say to him.

"How is it you always know what's on my mind?" he whispered back, he watched a very sweet smile appear on her lips she pulled away and sat up straight, she looked so damn sexy.

"Mamo, I am your soul mate." She said with such pride. "I know every inch of your body." She grinned as she said this, leaning forward to trail soft kisses all over his face, first on his eyes. "I can see the changes in your body when something is bothering you." She kissed his nose. "When it's school you get this grumpy look on your face." Her voice turned playful, kissing his cheeks. "When it's senshi stuff, you get all stiff." She continued to mock, kissing the other cheek. "And when you're worried about me." She whispered pulling away and looking into his eyes. "You get so lost in thought you don't even hear me speak." He watched as she slowly leaned in, her lips pressing ever so gently against his.

Her lips were like cotton, soft. The kiss was slow and gentle; she made sure to demonstrate just how much she loved him with each nibble and tug of his lips. He found he loved it when she teased his lips while fighting for sweet gentle dominance, he pulled her closer having the need to feel her so within him that he would never in his life get rid of her. Her hands ran through his hair, the kissed picked up pace but it remained gentle. When they pulled away, the small lips that had been pink were now big and red, swollen from their kissing.

"I love you." He breathed as he starred at her and she simply winked.

"I Know you do, now help me with the laundry." She jumped off him. Mamoru groaned half turned on half annoyed. He watched her return to her place on the sofa, she seemed to fit so perfectly into his world; she was everything he wasn't, where he was depression, darkness, and pessimistic. She was light, warmth, love, and hope. She filled in the missing pieces and brought him out of his disappear, letting him breathe. Sighing he stood up, walking over to the Sofa and taking a seat next to her, leaning over he placed a small kiss on her cheek before helping her finish folding the clothes.

- End of Flash Back-

"Well what did she say?" Rei asked bringing Mamoru back from his internal memory, he exhaled and turned to his friends, he couldn't exactly tell the story the way it was because it was a memory he love and it was a bit intimate.

"She said that she was my soul mate, that she could always feel the change in me when something was on my mind."

"It explains why even subconsciously she knows how to tell what's going through your mind." Ami spoke gently; she was still getting over the shock that Usagi knew she was bluffing in a game of cards. Normally no one would call her out, they all thought she was incapable of lying and truth be told she was uncomfortable with lying. No one said much for a while, each person lost in their own private thoughts; it wasn't until Mamoru stood up with a heavy sigh that anyone remembered that they weren't alone.

"I'm going to go find her and apologize." He left with a swift silence that left everyone else wondering what was going to happen next.

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She was furious, no scratch that she was enraged. She didn't exactly know what it was about that idiot that angered her so much or how she knew that he had actually threatened her, not that she had any doubts about that, but all she knew was that he caused such weird emotions in her that it just plainly pissed her off. She wasn't supposed to feel attraction towards him, she wasn't supposed to have the urge to hold him so tight she'd never let him go, he wasn't supposed to make her heart skip a beat whenever he smiled at her. And damn him for making her wish she could run her fingers through his hair while kissing him desperately.

She didn't like the fact that whenever Mamoru walked into the room she felt every coherent thought escape her mind. It wasn't fair that she wanted to make Mamoru jealous and used Motoki to excite that envy. She wasn't going to pretend that the initial passion had never been there, when she had woken up almost a month ago she had felt that attraction for Mamoru, but it had suddenly spiraled into a much stronger need each day that she spent fighting with Mamoru, each time they met the attraction and the need for Mamoru grew.

She was mad at him because he turned her feelings of hate to doubt, she hated that whenever she saw Mamoru something deep inside her stirred and yearned for him. Was it because Mamoru seemed so dangerous? But Usagi knew that heartbreak would come from anything that came from Mamoru, it was why she utterly refused to acknowledge the feelings he caused in her, she would much rather hate him than feel anything else.

She took a seat on a bench in a park she had walked into at some point in her silent thinking, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared out into the lake. The sun was setting, painting the sky with red and orange, splashing pink somewhere between the lines, reflecting its splendor onto the shimmering lake creating an almost unearthly feeling, almost like you were caught between reality and fiction, allowing you to dream of never ending love.

"You seemed very lost princess." Usagi jumped at the sound of the voice, her head turned quickly to find an older woman sitting next to her. Her dark green hair pulled back in an elegant fold, her eyes were such a dark shade of blue they almost seemed purple, violet maybe. She was very beautiful, almost angel like. She had perfect posture, her eyes however serious smiled down at her. She wore a beautiful white blouse and skinny white jeans that contrasted with her black heels.

"You?" Usagi asked confused. "I'm hallucinating" she whispered melodramatically, her eyes growing huge at the thought but the older woman's gentle laugh had Usagi swearing it wasn't a dream.

"I assure you, I am quite real." She spoke with such grace that it kind of intimidated Usagi. This woman looked so very wise and beautiful, like she could solve any conundrum without a problem. "You called for me" she spoke again startling Usagi.

"I did?" Usagi arched an eyebrow; she wasn't even sure how she summoned someone, was that even humanly possible. "I knew I was dreaming." She concluded, her confused thoughts refusing to reach another alternative.

"This isn't a dream." The woman stated simply, her voice was brisk and playful all at once.

"I've got to be dreaming." Usagi protested. "I've only ever seen you in my dreams and you always tend to freak me out with all your accusing and frightening images."

"Images you've seen before…I do wonder why it is they scare you so much now." Her voice remained soft, each word she spoke capturing Usagi and confusing her all at the same time. Usagi lifted a hand, she reached out and grasped the woman's arm almost instantly she withdrew her hand, and her eyes grew wider, the more she tried to convince herself she was dreaming the more she realized how awake she was.

"This can't be real" she whispered, her eyes looking over the older woman, over and over again, trying to find the part of her that would prove she wasn't real but Usagi found nothing fantasy like on her. "Why are you in normal clothes?"

"Excuse me?" it was the one question that had actually caught the older woman off guard and then sent her into a fit of laughter that made Usagi smile. The older woman held her stomach as the laughter died out, small tears fell from her eyes.

"Don't laugh at me." Usagi muttered. "It's just that every time I see you, you're wearing a fuku." Usagi looked at her a moment, she looked so different from the aggressive woman in her dreams, the woman who was always accusing her of the destruction of the earth.

"That's because I generally appear before you in my uniform but today you called me and I didn't have time to change." She was joking; Usagi couldn't believe that this very serious looking woman was joking with her and in such a stern tone too.

"Why are you here anyways?"

"I don't know, you tell me, you were the one who called for me."

"Right" Usagi whispered, she was still trying to get used to the idea that she had somehow called out to this woman whose name escaped her. Wait she didn't know her name or did she? Usagi remembered her telling her but she couldn't quite grasp it…Trista? No, Setauno? No oh wait…"Setsuna."

"Yes?" Setsuna turned to her, but Usagi just smiled.

"I'm just remembering your name is all..." a small silence came between them, but it was a warm comfortable silence that lulled Usagi into a sense of security.

"Curious that you remember my name when I told you to call me Pluto." Setsuna's smile was a sly one which made Usagi look away.

"I've been doing a lot of remembering lately." Usagi said softly. "Perhaps…I want advice…" Setsuna arched an eyebrow though she was looking out to the scenery instead of her princess.

"On what?" she asked gently, she could feel that Serenity was gone into the depths of her mind.

"A man."

"The Prince?" Setsuna asked curiously although as to who Serenity believed to be the prince she was yet to know.

"He's hardly a Prince." She huffed. "He's more like a villain."

"Oh…" Setsuna had the most amused look on her face, as if Usagi had just told a joke or said something amazing. "You don't say."

"He's…annoying and he makes me so mad… he's arrogant and a big bully and I…I'm strangely attracted to him…" When Usagi spoke she sounded like she was struggling to find the right words, especially towards the end.

"So you like this man." Setsuna stated, but she saw the troubled expression on Usagi's face.

"Yes...No...I…I don't know. I just know that I want to hate him, something inside of me is so angry at him for some reason but there's another part of me, a part that's stronger that won't let me hate him, that makes me wish I could hold him and have him near." She had tears in her eyes, angry tears. "Damn it! He's so damn confusing!" she growled out through her tears. "I love someone, I know I'm missing someone importanti! I do, but damn that man he…he…just-he confuses me so much! Whenever he's around I have these feelings and I don't…I don't know wha-what they mean or w-why I have them." Usagi had at some point clenched her fist shut in order to control her own raging emotions that were reaching a whole new level of high.

"How much do you love this other man?" Setsuna's question had Usagi snapping her head in her direction in a quick swift movement, the shock in her eyes was evident.

"A Lot." She responded sincerely, Setsuna nodded.

"As a man, not a friend." She saw it then, the hesitation and pause in Usagi like she didn't know what to answer.

"As…a man…" Usagi couldn't find the right words. "Yes…he's someone I miss though his face I can't recall." She admitted, biting her lower lips a small habit Setsuna knew Usagi had always had that made her look impossibly cute.

"Usagi have you ever thought that maybe you forgot that other man because he's not the man for you?"

"But…I remember we're getting married." Her voice sounded a little absent like she was trying to recall the first memory she had after waking up, uncertain of her own words.

"Are you sure?"

"Well not anymore…" She sounded a little mad, like she was blaming Setsuna for her lack of confidence; However, Setsuna simply chuckle.

"Perhaps you should think on it a while." She watched Usagi a while, watched her finger fumble together and her teeth nibble on her lower lip. She watched her eyes look down and to the side as she thought and when she spoke she seemed troubled.

"I don't know"

"In that case I've helped you solve two problems and given you a new one."

"You haven't helped me solve anything" She sounded exasperated, as if her problems had really just doubled and she was shouting at a person who thought themselves wise; Setsuna cleared her throat, extending her index finger.

"First Problem Solved: This man who angers you so much is really the person you like." Setsuna declared.

"I don't remember say-" But Setsuna cut her off, extending her second figure as a symbol.

"Second Problem Solved: You don't know whether the man you don't remember is really someone you love" Usagi's left eye twitched dangerously in irritation.

"That sounds more like a problem…" She muttered.

"Which brings me to; New Problem: Is the faceless man really the man for Usagi." Setsuna had such a triumphant look on her face but it only lasted a moment. When Usagi spoke Setsuna quickly dropped her head in shame.

"So really you just made my original problem worse…" Her tone was dry and sarcastic. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were closed. Setsuna showed off a goofy grin.

"Well…" she began standing up, "I gotta go."

"What!" Usagi nearly fell over; she had to use her hand for support. Her bright eyes stared at Setsuna as if she were crazy. "But you haven't helped me at all!" she protested, her big pleading eyes making the older woman smile.

"Usagi…your brain has reached its limit." Setsuna's voice was stern and playful, she extended her hand to show authority when she spoke, wagging her finger dangerously at Usagi.

"Not true!" but Usagi's stomach contradicted her, growling impossibly loud shutting her up. Usagi bit her thumb. "Okay maybe it's true." Setsuna laughed at how cute Usagi looked with her feign anger.

"When was the last time you ate?" She watched Usagi silently count her fingers.

"About three hours ago?"

"Then you can go with Mamoru, he's right over there." Setsuna watched Usagi's eyes go wide as she quickly turned her head in the direction Mamoru was walking from. He seemed a little lost in his own thoughts, sadden as well as if there was something painfully wrong with him.

"I can't go wi-" Usagi stopped talking, when Usagi turned back to the spot to where Setsuna had been she had found the woman to be nowhere in sight like she had vanished. Baffled she asked herself, "How does she do that?" She thought a moment longer still baffled. "And how does she know Mamoru?"

"Usagi?" She felt her heart skip a beat at the sound of Mamoru's voice, she had intended in that quick second, to put up a white flag and make peace but it seemed she unconsciously had other plans. She turned to him quickly her eyes narrowed like darts shooting him the dirtiest look possible. She watched him take a step back before taking two forward, cautiously. "Hey." He began carefully.

"Look if you're here for anot-"

"I'm sorry" he cut her off leaving her momentarily speechless, she starred at him. She had not just heard what she thought she heard him say…did she?

"I'm hallucinating again…" she whispered a look of shocked horror on her face. Mamoru smiled, a sad, melancholy smile that had Usagi almost reaching out to him but she just stared at him. "You really just said that?"

"Yes" he whispered taking a seat next to her all she could do was watch him, she watched him sigh; the sad expression getting sadder, his hands rubbed his face. "You were right."

"I know I was right…" she stared at him then leaned in a little curious "Which time?" the investigative expression on her face had him chuckling softly.

"I do build walls." He heard her scoff and lean back into her side of the bench.

"Well no duh!" she said crossing her arms "You walk around all stiff and straight like someone shoved a brick up your-"

"Usagi…" his eyes held a bit of a wavering warning.

"I was going to say back." She sounded like a child, a defensive cute child. "Why?" this time though her voice was genuinely curious, she didn't look at him though, refusing to let him see just how sympathetic she felt.

"I'm afraid of getting hurt." He said, he watched her stiffen. He could see the old Usagi taking hold of her again.

"And yet you aren't afraid to hurt others." She shot back darkly. "You build your walls and let no one in but others are supposed to let you in?" He put his hands up in defense, definitely the other Usagi.

"Let me finish, then you can lash out all you want."

"But I enjoy lashing out at you in between sentences." She joked making him smirk. "It's fun to watch to get all flustered and frustrated because you can't take control of the situation."

"And because you never let me finish a sentence." He added with a bit of annoyance at the thought.

"It's all part of my diabolical plan."

"Usagi I'm trying to make peace with you" he whined but she stuck her nose up in the air.

"But I want war."

"Could you at least get to know your enemies so to better strike at their weaknesses?" She sat silent, watching him from the corner of her eyes, her eyebrows high in the air.

"Proceed" she whispered slowly.

"My parents died in a car accident when I was ten." He began, looking out to the lake trying to hide his pain but Usagi saw it and she was moved by it, her barrier slowly falling. "We were on our way home from a party, it was raining and my dad lost control of the car." She watched his fist clench tightly at the memory. "We flew off a cliff. They both died on impact only I survived." His voice was a whispered lash of agonizing pain. Usagi said nothing, preferring instead to watch him, silently comforting him with her presence.

"Since that time, I was afraid to let anyone back into my heart. Afraid I would someday lose them in some way. By doing this however, I lost the most important person to me." He smiled an almost self-loathing smile.

"What do you mean? Who did you lose?"

"The only woman I have ever loved. She was heaven sent, gentle, energetic, beautiful, a dreamer and a very caring person." The way he spoke about this woman had Usagi strangely uncomfortable; she didn't like this woman one tiny bit. "I wanted to spend eternity next to her."

"What happened?" she didn't feel like hearing Mamoru praise another woman, not that she was jealous or anything…it just…well it sounded unnatural.

"I pushed her away." He exhaled. "That woman loved me with her life and soul. Her life circled around me and only me but I was too scared to love her the way she loved me" his clouded as the memory of Usagi's love filled him "She loved me with such aggression and passion; I was afraid that if I loved her the same way she would somehow leave." He rubbed his face. "I pushed her past and over her limit until she just couldn't take it anymore, taking the love she had for me for granted. She walked out of my life and left me standing at the entrance of a black hole that's swallowing me slowly into oblivion."

"She just left?" Usagi was somewhere between sorrow and anger. "Well that was rude of her." She grumbled, the idea of a person disappearing without a word was just not as appealing as it may have seemed. Mamoru chuckled causing her to narrow her eyes at him.

"No she didn't just leave at least not before putting me in my place." She watched him sit back, he finally turned to look at her, a very mischievous look on his face "Don't get me wrong Usagi, this girl was the kind that would never hurt a fly but when she was pissed off she burned like fire"

"So basically you're saying she's the only person that can handle you?" Her voice was a little dark and annoyed.

"Yup, she's the only one that can whip me into shape and keep me leashed."

"I bet I can do a better job" she muttered to herself silently.

"What?"

"Nothing." She chirped with an innocent look in her eyes. Stretching she sighed "well I guess I'll forgive you…but I want food as a peace offering." Mamoru laughed out, a merrily round laughter that had Usagi secretly smirking.

"Done deal."

Alright so there was very minimal change to this chapter. Some things were tweaked to follow the construction of the first few chapters but for the most part I didn't really change this chapter. Enjoy and keep looking out for the updates. I promise I'll post the real chapter 14 soon.

ButaTokki