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Author's Note: Greetings readers, reviewers, fellow Moonies. Here's another one for the MamoChiba Week Tumblr writing challenge. The fourth one!

Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed the last one.

I'd like to personally address some of those reviewers now:

Guest (Amanda): Thank you, glad you enjoyed reading. I might consider that idea, making it into a series. But right now at the moment, I can't say whether it'll happen or not due to too many other things I am working on writing at the moment besides this series. We shall see.

Moonlight Usagi-Chan: Thank you! So glad you got a kick out of this one! Pia Bartolini: Thank you for another wonderful review. Glad you enjoyed reading this one.

Guest: Thanks, glad this one amused you.

Wednesday, August 1st- Personal Life: Mamoru studied abroad, he's made a living, apparently has an expensive car. Explain what he does on a daily basis? Does he have a job? What does his apartment look like on the inside? Anything related to his personal life

Enjoy reading this new one everyone.

MamoChiba Week: Day 4

Wednesday, August 1st – Personal Life

Title: "After Work Routine"

"Hello, Good Evening Sir. Welcome to Seven-Eleven. We have our berry sodas and bubble teas on sale. Also, there's a buy one get one half-off sale on any popular soft drink soda brands you buy," The cheerful girl behind the convince store's checkout counter's voice made Mamoru feel more soured than he was.

"Thanks," he mumbled, making a beeline for picking up a red shopping cart and going down an aisle at random.

It had been a long night for him having had to work the late afternoon and night shift hours after his classes at Moto Azabu High School at his weekly job. On the weekdays, he was working as a waiter at the grand French restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Tokyo. Mamoru on the weekends on Saturdays and Sundays worked nights at Cabin Sushi twenty minutes from his apartment, that was an upscale sushi bar and restaurant as a bust boy cleaning/clearing tables when he wasn't helping wash dishes in the back of the kitchen. This Friday night had been rough on the seventeen-year-old teenager, he had to cover for two of his coworkers handling their shifts at their table sections when they both called in sick. It was a night full of irritation for Mamoru, having to put up with rude tourists who were customers (who were beyond rude not even leaving him a decent tip even after he had taken good care of them concerning their meals and drinks), one of the chef's yelling at him for 'supposedly' telling him the wrong orders ticket wise, and had to tolerate smiling tightly when two drunk annoying women at a table he was serving kept trying to relentlessly hit on him.

It was a nightmare!

He had never felt so relieved when his shifts were done, his Manager had taken him aside and thanked him for covering for his coworkers and agreeing to stay later than he usually did to help out. At least his boss giving him some positive words of appreciation did put a smile for a little while on Mamoru's face, if only just for a few minutes until he released he had to take his waiter's uniform home after changing to get it washed for next week and deal with riding his motorcycle back him in late night Tokyo traffic. He remembered how he survived the usual traffic routine on his drive home, made it back to the Starlight Apartments Complex without any problems or incidents on the road. When he had arrived back home to his comfortable four-walled small apartment, immediately he had hung up his uniform on a spare hanger from his closet, hanging it on the door, to wash it tomorrow morning. The dark haired teen had dragged himself to his house phone to check the answering machine to see if he had any messages, he didn't.

Not much of a surprise rarely did anyone call him unless if it was Motoki or one of his teammates from his school's soccer team or a random classmate asking for his help or asking to borrow his notes for this or that class concerning homework questions or upcoming tests. Mamoru shrugged off his olive green jacket, placing it on his couch before moving into the open kitchen to look into the fridge, to make something for dinner before planning to do some evening studying to review for next week's classes. Remembering how his eyes stared into the refrigerator, his lips forming a scowl...the only thing he found was a small carton of eggs, half a gallon of a milk carton, and a few apples. He had forgotten to go to the store earlier that week when clearly work and studying took up his time as usual.

"Great...looks like it's an emergency nine o'clock trip at night to the 7-Eleven...thankful to Kami that the closest one is just across the street from my building. Alright Chiba, get your coat, wallet, keys and walk down there. Stock up on needed groceries, some instant ready meals, sandwiches to make yourself some quick-ready bento boxes for class lunches, ready-for dinner quick meals for the nights. Then you won't have to resort to visiting a McDonald's, Yoshinoya, or have to call for a Domino's pizza delivery like last time and have leftover fast food or pizza crammed in your fridge." Mamoru told himself as he closed the fridge's door, grabbed his coat, wallet, and keys to leave his apartment as his stomach started to growl in hunger.

Now he found himself inside the convince store down the snack aisle, browsing at what he felt like filling his kitchen pantry cupboards with. Decisions, decisions it seemed. Mamoru glanced at the large aisle of various Pocky snacks, ignoring the popular flavors of Banana, Vanilla, Peanut butter, and Strawberry, he instead went for picking up the traditional Chocolate Pocky only grabbing two boxes of them. 'I'm on a budget, just get very few snacks for yourself', he silently told himself as he continued through the long aisle rows of various snacks. He grabbed only basic snacks; some simple potato chips, dried nori seaweed chips, flavored trail mixed, one or two melon pan bread, and some dried fruit banana chips. In the aisle of the instant cup of noodles, cups of ramen noodles, soup bowls, and ramen packets, he decided to stock up on a few cups of beef and chicken cup of noodles and ramen packets of plain ramen.

('For those nights that I really don't want to bother really cooking', Mamoru tried reasoning with himself for the stocking up on ramen and instant noodles.) In the prepared food section, Mamoru browsed over the various already made meals that just only needed to be cold or heated up in a microwave safely. His dark intense blue eyes inspected each and every takeaway finished meal; there were so many choices of variety to choose from. Rice served with eggs and spicy beef curry, Chicken sweet curry, and rice, Hamburg Steak with veggies and a sort of pasta noodles. There was even some rice with various vegetables and steamed fish. Nothing looked really appetizing to him, not even the pre-already made cold salads.

Instead, Mamoru moved to where there the packets of instant easily boil ready bags of rice, some simple refrigerated spicy and sweet curry mix packets, and a couple of curry stuffed meat buns.

"These will do for the rest of the weekend, I can make extra curry meals with the leftover tofu frozen in my fridge's small freezer box. These meat buns and a cup of curry ramen soup will do for dinner tonight," he reasoned and just as he finished putting the items into his basket...something very loud and feminine of a girl's voice caught his attention in the aisle ahead of him.

"OH, MY GOD! NARU! NARU-CHAN, LOOK! LOOK! THEY HAVE IT! I TOLD YOU THIS 7-ELEVEN A FEW BLOCKS AWAY FROM YOUR APARTMENT WOULD HAVE THEM WHEN THE OTHER ONE DIDN'T!" a pre-teenage girl with blonde hair in a long princess braid with red hair bows, dressed in what looked like to Mamoru to be, a pink pair of a tank top and long baggy pajama pants underneath her even pinker hoodie jacket, and white bunny slippers on her feet was exclaiming in the instant cold soda, juice, and milk tea aisle.

'What kind of person would catch themselves in a convince store in the middle of the night in their pajamas and childish slippers like that? Clearly an immature childish girl like her', Mamoru thought to himself, wincing at the girl's loud vocal range volume as he rolled his eyes about to move to the packaged meat aisle, to get some beef and chicken breast.

"Relax Usagi-chan, I can see that they've got the drinks we were looking for. Alright, I've got the basket and by my wrist watch's estimation...we have about an hour until my Mom returns from her friend's dinner-get-together let's get some drinks-social party before she discovers we've snuck out of the apartment from our little sleepover, to go snack store raiding. So, let's make this quick," another teenage girl dressed in pajamas and an orange hoodie, red fiery hair in a blue hair ribbon commented, joining the blonde at the aisle.

"Got it Naru, we're on a snack and drink mission. Let's get some of this strawberry and vanilla banana custard milk teas, then how about some bottles of Cherry Coke for us too?" Usagi grinned as she started grabbing the plastic bottles of drinks help-haphazardly tossing them into her friend's basket before they both took off to the snack aisle in the new row in the store.

Mamoru couldn't see the two girls anymore, but oh, could he hear them...mostly this unknown girl with the princess long braid known as Usagi or Usgie or something he wasn't sure what her name had been again.

"Naru-chan! They've got chocolate banana pocky, white strawberry flavor, soft served vanilla ice cream flavor and green tea matcha flavor! Oh! Look, they also have some curry pan bread rolls, and some Mayo flavored Pringles chips! My mouth is watering, Nani! Look! There are some sandwiches too! They've got Ham Cutlet and Yakisoba Curry flavored sandwiches!" the girl continued to screech as her voice bounced over the aisle into Mamoru's aisle where he could hear her annoyingly.

"Those do look good, alright Usagi...I say let's just grab one of everything for both of us. Let's get some soft served vanilla and match flavored Pocky, then some of those Pringles chips because I haven't tried those ones before. They do look good...then grab some of those curry pans and some of those sandwiches because I for one am starving just as you are! Guess that small Domino's petite pizza didn't fill us up earlier tonight. Oh! No, get me that one sandwich, the one that's got Chicken and Bacon with the Caesar Cheese flavored with hard boiled eggs in it. That one yes!" the red head's voice was just heard then by him.

"Got it, okay! We've got all these goodies...wait, let's stock up on some of those already hot and ready to go buy stuffed curry meat buns and those matcha flavored doughnut holes before we leave Naru. More yummy snacks for us to eat when we watch our horror movie marathon tonight until we food coma crash or scream!" the blonde's voice screeched again.

'My gods, how can anyone be so loud and obnoxious?! How much food and drinks could this girl possibly eat without throwing up or passing out from her stomach not getting heartburn or worse?! That's a lot of food! How can one person get that overly excited just over convenience store junk food and simple cheap snacks? Has this girl ever been inside a 7-Eleven before?!' Mamoru thought to himself astonished and feeling more irritated at hearing the loud harpy of the blond girl's voice nonstop as he moved to the meat aisle to quickly grab the packaged meats, to push himself to the checkout counter, to get the heck out of there fast.

Mamoru looked relieved when he saw the girls at another check out line with another cashier in the store having to deal with him. He waited his turn patiently for another store clerk, as the man looked busy helping an elderly man with his purchase. Once it was his turn, Mamoru stepped up quickly with his basket. He heard the steps of the two girls, their voices talking animatedly as they passed behind him. While the cashier started scanning his items, he looked over to his right as he saw the strange blonde and her redheaded friend, with their grocery bags exiting the store's doors leaving into the night out of his sight.

"Having a good evening sir?" the cashier asked, trying to be friendly to him.

"It's been fine...what's my total?" Mamoru asked not really interested in making conversation.

"Your total is 4,469 ¥ Sir, will that be cash or credit?" the cashier asked, looking a bit surprised as Mamoru silently just handed him the yen in cash without really talking to him, as he quietly handed him back his change.

"Have a good night Sir, come again! Always welcome here at 7-Eleven...man...talk about anti-social." The cashier murmured to himself after Mamoru had quickly taken his bagged groceries before exiting the convenience store.

"Glad to be home...no annoying convince store clerks to try to make pointless conversations with me when I clearly don't want to, and no annoying teenage girls being loud and beyond banshee screaming trying to make me go death, trying to buy-and-eat the shelves out of business," Mamoru mused to himself as he opened the door to his apartment, stepping inside before closing and locking the locks on his door.

The four-walled apartment looked to be the same as he had left it, as he moved to flick on the apartment lights. Empty. Cold. Lonely. Completely no one else there or any sign of life, except Mamoru just being inside there. It's how he liked it.

Being by himself completely alone, though quietly and secretly inside himself...Mamoru really wished he wasn't all alone living in there. He shook his mind out of those silent thoughts as he stepped into the kitchen to unload his groceries to put them away in their place, each in the perfect organization. All cleanly organized, just how he liked his life in routine and perfect order. Controlled. Just the way he wanted it all.

After everything was put away, he put his simple plugin coffee machine to work to brew up some fresh coffee for the late night. While it was quietly brewing, he put a couple of steamed meat buns and a microwave instant meal of a small bowl of chicken spicy curry with rice into the microwave to cook for his late night dinner. After the bing of the microwave and the coffee later announced his plain black coffee and his cheap instant meals were finished; he put aside a book on gemstones and crystals he had been reading on his couch before going to retrieve his food, a coffee mug, and a T.V. Tray. Within minutes he found himself with his dinner and mug of hot coffee with a little bit of vanilla french cream in it back at the couch and turning on the television to watch mindless late-night Juban evening news. It was a mindless routine for the high school orphan, eating a late night dinner alone, drinking coffee, and watching television.

Mamoru looked around the room, observing his few prized possessions. There were a few planetary posters and framed artwork of the lunar image of the earth's moon hanging in the living room walls by his bookshelves crammed with various books, novels, and textbooks for school. No photographs of himself or of his former family, or former classmates from childhood in his old life, or classmates he had some relationships with friendship wise like Motoki around the living room's walls or shelves. He lived there, but the place hardly looked lived in...it just felt cold with the bare colored walls of the apartment.

'Maybe I should take up Motoki's advice and give in to getting a couple of simple houseplants for at least some company...maybe a cactus or two with a few buds of red roses for some life or color in this place...I'm too busy with classes, studying, work hours to afford having a pet like a fish, lizard, hamster, cat, or a dog...even if I could afford it with managing and budgeting my money from the trust fund...I just couldn't commit myself to care for a pet...no, a plant is easier...no real trouble, no need for a real connection or relationship or trust like with animals or people,' he thought to himself silently as he ate into a meat bun while watching the television screen.

It was settled, tomorrow morning after a simple breakfast after his early hours jog in the park, he would go down to the local plant shop in the Juban area to get a couple of moonflower baby cactus and simple red rose baby plants and supplies needed to care for them. He'd raise some plants for some color in his apartment, make it less a little dreary in there, and maybe so he'd have something to want to care about and nurture. Maybe his parents who he just couldn't remember were plant people? Maybe his Mother or Father had a garden in where ever they had once lived at in Japan and bred or raised flowers or plants like cactus's or roses. Maybe...maybe that's why he felt a kinship for obsessing over loving red roses.

Maybe? Even after eating, turning off the television, tossing the remains of dinner container dishes and throw away chopsticks into the kitchen trash bin, and showering before taking a book with him to bed, those thoughts kept playing in his mind. He kept wondering why did that strange younger blond teenage girl keep bothering him in the convenience store? Why did he have this urge to want to get some plants and start growing roses in his home? Why did he always feel he had to be alone all the time?

Would he still have those strange dreams of that mysterious princess haunting him again when he'd sleep again? He didn't know but had a feeling he would dream of her again. He always did, after all...it was all the same routine in his daily life of day and night. Nothing in his life routine ever changed...at least that's what Mamoru had assumed.

The End

Author's Ending Notes:

Another Day of writing finished. I hope everyone enjoyed this one. I wasn't sure if I was able to really get into getting in Mamoru's mindset and a world of living alone in his lonely apartment in his life before Usagi had entered it. I hope I did it alright, not really sure. But anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed reading this one.