"Boy Meets Girl"

Ori  ((Ori_author@hotmail.com))

Rating: G


Notes:  Struck by a random idea when mindlessly

listening to my Sunset Boulevard soundtrack.  

Two out of three stories have thus far come 
from songs.  :)  OH!  Alt reality first season.

Superpowers not awakened yet.  Mamoru is 

twentyish and Usagi is eighteen.


Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.  It might 

be nice tho.  I'm only in HS, I have nothing 

you'd want to sue me for...especially not this

computer.  Promise!





Chapter 1: In the Beginning

   
 
    Usagi sighed.  The University of Tokyo had

run out of dorm spaces and since she wasn't that

important of a student, she had to see about 

finding an apartment that wasn't too far from 

campus to live in. It also had to be rather 

cheap.  Her budget was not exactly
 
accommodating even with her waitressing in the 

afternoon.

    She stopped by a student advertisement board 

to peer up at any apartments for rent.  She pulled 

down one of the notices to get a better look.

    'Huh.' she thought to herself.  "Self, I don't 

think there are many people who have a one bedroom 

apartment who are only looking for people who will 

only need to sleep at night.  It's worth checking 

out."  Usagi blushed, realizing she had been 

unabashedly talking to herself in public.  

    She glanced down at the flyer.  The address was 

in walking distance and soon she was looking up 

at a small flat.  She went up to room 10086, which 

to her made no sense because there certainly weren't 

even ten rooms in the complex, but she knocked on 

the door anyway.  There was no answer.  She sighed 

again.  This was not her day.  

    Just as she was about to crumple the flyer
 
in her hand, some small type caught her attention.  

It read 'If you go to visit, hold this up to the 

eyehole in the door.'  Usagi shrugged, but complied.  

To her surprise, the door swung open.  'The person 

living here must know a lot about technology,' 

she thought.  
  
  Twenty minutes later, she had decided the apartment 

would do.  She would likely never see the other person 

who lived here and she didn't have enough stuff to 

make a difference.  She hastily wrote a note, attached 

it to the fridge, and walked back to the house she was 
temporarily staying 
at. 
 
   
 That night, the phone in her guest room rang.  She 

groggily rolled over to answer it.  The voice was
 
slightly muffled but asked, "Did you leave a note 

in apartment 10086?"
  
  "Hai," she replied.

    "Key will be under the mat tomorrow morning.  I

expect you to pay half the rent each month.  I 

leave at five in the afternoon and get back at 

eight in the morning.  I expect to not see you 

in those hours.  All the other time, it's yours." 
 
The voice on the other end terminated the conversation 

with a loud click
.
    Usagi rolled over and went back to bed.


                                **************



    The next morning, Usagi was having problems 

discerning whether the phone call had been all 

part of a dream or not. Today was Saturday and 

though she waitressed almost all day, it was 6:30 

and she had a little time.  She walked quickly 

over to the apartment.
    She climbed the stairs slowly and when she 


got to the door, she paused briefly.  She lifted 

the doormat with her foot.  Sure enough, there 

was a little key there.  She bent down to pick it 

up and opened the door quickly.  Walking in, she
 
saw the place was deserted.  Then she remembered 

the message.  Eight o clock in the morning it had 

said.  She looked around once more and then glanced 

at her watch.  

    Letting out a small shriek at the time, she locked 

the door and bolted down the street for the Crown Game 

Center.  Just as she was rounding the corner to make 

the last dash, she ran smack into someone and went 

sprawling backwards.
 
   Dazed for only a second, Usagi hopped up.  "I am
 
SO sorry, sir!  I'm late and I should have watching 

where I was going.  Let me help you up."  She took 

the man's hand and pulled him up.  She was brought 

face to face with the deepest blue eyes she had ever 

seen.  And they were ANGRY deep blue eyes.  She 

shuddered involuntarily, stuttered another apology 

and walked quickly to the Game Center.



Stay tuned for Chapter Two: Small Annoyances