Yes, I'm aware that it's been over two moths since I've last updated. I've been going through a really bad stage of depression, but I'm not going to get into that. I just didn't have any will to do much of anything, especially write. I doubt updates are going to be very consistent, but I'm going to try to get them out as frequently as I can. I'm really sorry for the wait.

Enjoy!

Usagi looked her reflection up and down once again, taking in her appearance. She wanted to look sexy, but not too over-the-top as to make him suspicious. Her hair was slightly curled at the ends and her makeup was a little excessive. She hummed in thought. Her cropped shirt was low-cut, but not too low-cut The jeans she wore were high-waisted, showing off her butt. She wore a thin denim jacket over the ensemble, knowing she would be cold, but not wanting to ruin the sexy vibe she was putting out.

If she could just get Mamoru to tell her why he broke up with her, everything could go back to the way it was. If he could give her a valid reason for her heartbreak, they could restore the bond they once had.

Pulling her black thigh-high boots up, she grabbed her phone and walked out of her room. As she passed the kitchen, she scooped her keys off the counter and made her way to the door of her apartment. Hesitating for a moment, she grabbed the brass knob and turned it slightly.

"Surprise!"

Usagi jumped back, screaming. With a laugh, Seiya stepped inside, carrying flowers and a bottle of wine. She barely even noticed him kiss her frozen lips as she tried to catch her breath.

"Seiya! You scared me!" He just chuckled in response and made his way further into the apartment.

"I brought cabernet and roses- your favorite! I thought we could have a stay-in date night!" Usagi stammered for an answer, her gaze switching between Seiya and the door.

"I… I-uh, uh, think that… um…" Seiya seemed to not notice her nervous habits, since he just reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a dvd. He continued to talk as he messed around with the player.

"I forced Yaten to go out and rent this. I know you've been wanting to watch this movie for a while and just haven't gotten around to it, so…"

He looked over at his bride-to-be, who was looking unusually anxious. "Oh. I'm sorry, Dango. If you were about to go out, we can do this another night."

Usagi glanced between the door and Seiya. If she didn't go to Mamoru, she may never know why he broke up with her. If she didn't stay with Seiya, it could break his heart.

She smiled at Seiya. "It was nothing important. It can wait until another day," she reassured him, walking over and getting two wine glasses from the cabinet. He grinned, wrapping his arms around her as she set them down on the coffee table. Reluctantly, she returned the gesture. What was she thinking? She was engaged, and she was chasing around her ex like a chicken with its head cut off.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear. Usagi squeezed her eyes shut.

"I love you too," she mumbled back. For the first time, she noticed the uncertainty her voice.

She just hoped Seiya didn't hear it too.

Mamoru hung up his white lab coat and retrieved his brown suede one from the coat rack. His first couple of days under Dr. Akiyama's wing had been pretty successful. The doctor had been so kind and respectful to him. He treated Mamoru like a coworker, rather than just an intern, which really made Mamoru feel welcome.

"Great job today, Chiba-kun," Dr. Akiyama complimented, lightly slapping Mamoru on the back.

"Thank you, Dr. Akiyama-san. It's always a pleasure working with you." Dr. Akiyama nodded at Mamoru as he went off into his office. The intern made his way out of the hospital and took a breath of fresh air. There was nothing like the outdoors after being cooped up in a hospital for eleven hours.

His feet began to lead him down the streets of Tokyo. He honestly had never noticed how much he missed his home city until he was back. America was nice, but Japan was so much more homey.

He honestly wasn't completely sure what it was that made Japan feel so much more welcoming. Of course, it could just be that he was raised there, so it's what felt most natural. It could be that the people in Japan generally take better care of the Earth than in America, so his powers might be stronger in his birthplace.

Mamoru shook his head. No, he knew why. America and Japan were extremely different, but there was only one thing that seemed big enough to make Japan feel so much more like home.

Usagi.

She was the only person who had ever made him feel truly happy. How he survived the last six years without her in his arms baffled him. How he still managed to push aside the urge to scoop her up and kiss those plump, rosy lips of hers was even more incredulous.

The fact that she was engaged hurt a lot. He would admit that. Just the thought of her being married to anyone but him made his heart ache. Mamoru sighed to himself as he recalled a bittersweet memory; their first official date.

The whole night was just perfect. He had brought her up onto the top of Tokyo Tower for a moonlight picnic (the feeling of her warm body pressed into his as he leaped across the rooftops was something he could never forget). They talked about the most random things for hours, like if animals could understand people and how much cake was too much cake (he had reasoned that it was three slices at the absolute most, and she determined that there was no such thing as too much of any food).

Somehow they got into the topic of what they wanted to do when they were older. Mamoru described his dream about becoming a doctor, and the way her face lit up when he talked about something so passionately was ingrained into his brain.

Usagi explained that she wanted to be a bride. She wanted the most lavish ceremony, with all of the western wedding traditions. She wanted to wear a long white gown and veil, toss a bouquet to her bridesmaids, and have a cake bigger than her. It had taken him a while to notice that her vision involved him as well ("our cake", "our friends", "our wedding"). When he questioned her about it, she just gave him a deadpan look, telling him that "of course it would be our wedding. If you think I'm losing you again after everything that's happened you're insane."

Mamoru shook his head. They had been so young, so naive. They didn't seem to realize that life isn't a fairy tale, even when you're the reincarnation of a star-crossed couple reborn to find each other again.

The ringing of a bell snapped him out of his thoughts. Somehow his feet had taken him to the Crown. To Usagi. He saw her from across the room, making a milkshake. Her outfit was much more modest than the dress she wore the day prior: a pastel pink sweater with white jeans. Still, that didn't make it any less harder for Mamoru to resist her.

He approached her hesitantly, sitting down in his usual seat. He took a deep breath. They needed to have an actual conversation; he wasn't sure if he could live with all the awkward small talk. "Oi, Odango. I'll have a coffee. Bl-"

"Black," she finished for him. Mamoru laughed lightly, looking down. Usagi blushed lightly, obviously embarrassed about the fact that she remembered such a small detail. She glanced at him before going over to the coffee machine.

Mamoru watched as she fumbled for the mug, slightly cursing under her breath when she almost dropped it. When she finally managed to bring him his coffee, he decided to address the elephant in the room.

"So, who's the lucky guy?" he asked, trying not to let the spite he felt enter his tone. She blinked, confused for a moment. She glanced down at her hand and her eyes widened.

"Oh! Um, well, he's… um… you wouldn't know him. Wait no, you probably do, but you don't… ah shit." She buried her face him her hands. Mamoru raised an eyebrow at her puzzling reaction, and Usagi ran her hands down her face. "Actually, I'm surprised you don't know who my fiance is. It's been everywhere recently."

The last sentence had a tinge of bitterness to it, which surprised Mamoru. "Everywhere, huh?" Usagi chuckled.

"Well, that's what happens when you're engaged to a pop singer…" She crossed her arms. "Ever hear of Seiya Kou?"

"Never heard of him. Not much of a surprise though, I don't exactly follow pop culture." Usagi nodded in remembrance, placing one hand on the table and leaning against it. Mamoru subconsciously covered it with his own. They both looked at the overlapping hands bashfully, but neither pulled back. Mamoru shifted his gaze and met Usagi's eyes, taking in the piercing blue that he basically had engraved into his brain. Even though she had grown up and changed so much, those eyes remained a constant. His eyes fell to her pink lips, so close to his own that if he just leaned forward…

"Mamo-chan?"

"Hmm?" He barely registered the use of the pet name, and his fingers began to move in circles over her hand.

"Why… why did you break up with me in the first place?" He flinched, pulling his hand away from hers. Mamoru averted his gaze, sipping his coffee.

"I just didn't love you anymore," he lied, cringing.

"Yes, you did," she said. His eyes flew to hers in shock. "I overheard you and Motoki. If you never stopped loving me, why did you do that to me? To us?"

"Usa…"

"We had something, Mamo-chan. Not many people find what we had. I've spent the past six years wondering what I did wrong, what I could have possibly done to ruin something so magical, when this whole time, you still loved me. Why did you do it?!"

Mamoru stared at her in shock, not sure how to respond. "It… it's complicated," he managed to say. Usagi shook her head.

"No, it's not. You just won't tell me."

Mamoru looked away. "I'm sorry, Usa." She scoffed, walking into the back room.

"Yeah, me too."