"Boy Meets Girl"

Ori  ((Ori_author@hotmail.com))

Rating: PG


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!

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Chapter 4: Interview With a Waitress


	
	Usagi ran in the Crown Arcade.  Not bothering to stop and speak to 
Andrew, she kept 

running to the back room and slammed the door.  Sinking down on the 
couch, Usagi wanted to 

cry.  

	"No, that won't get me anywhere," she said to herself.  "I can't cry 
about it.  If this was 

five years ago, maybe I could.  But now I've made this mess and I have 
to figure out how to fix 

it."
	
	The door opened and Motoki's head peeked around the corner.  "What 
mess?  And why 

did you slam the door?"  He looked at her, concerned.  "Are you ok, 
Usagi-chan?"  

	Usagi looked at him.  "Not really."  She got up off the couch and went 
to get her apron 

from the corner.  "Can I ask you something?"

	Motoki nodded.  "You know I'll help you with anything, Usa."

	She nodded briefly.  "You know that tall, dark-haired friend of yours 
who always comes 

and drinks like six cups of coffee?"  Motoki nodded.  "Does he get mad 
easily?  I mean, if he's 

mad at someone, do you think he would get violent?"

	Motoki looked at her strangely.  "Why would Mamoru-san. . .?  Why are 
you asking 

about him, anyway?"

	Mamoru. . . Usagi filed the name away in her memory.  "Just answer the 
question please 

Motoki."

	He shook his head.  "Mamoru seldom gets angry, but when he does, he 
holds a grudge.  

I've never seen him angry enough to do anyone any physical harm."

	Usagi nodded.  "That's good.  Very very very good."  She sounded 
nervous and was 

having problems tying her apron.  Finally getting her hands to stop 
shaking, she started for the 

door.

	Motoki blocked the doorway.  "No way, Usa.  I'm not letting you out 
there until you tell 

me how you know Mamoru-san and what is going on!"

	Usagi shook her head.  "I'm sorry.  I just can't tell you!  Please let 
me start work."

	Motoki didn't move.  "Usagi.  It's Sunday.  You don't work here on 
Sundays."

	She sank back down onto the couch, defeated.  "Fine.  You know how I 
got an 

apartment?  Well, I share it with someone.  Someone I've never met.  
They sleep in it during the 

day, I sleep at night.  That's all either of us uses it for.  Well, 
today I overslept.  I heard the other 

person coming inside and so I dove under the bed.  When I thought they 
were asleep, I went to 

crawl out.  I knocked over the lamp, I think, and woke the guy up.  He 
was very angry and I took 

off."

	Motoki frowned.  "But what does this have to do with Mamoru?"

	A voice came from the doorway.  "I think I can answer that, Motoki."

	Usagi looked up and saw anger in those deep blue eyes.  She shivered 
and cringed.  

Starting to stand up, she said, "Gomen-nasi, sir.  I. ."

	Mamoru held up his hand.  "Don't."  He frowned at his friend.  
"Motoki.  I think you have 

customers.  I need to borrow this room for a moment, if you don't 
mind."

	Motoki got up from the couch warily.  "This room is ok for talking, 
Mamoru... but don't 

you dare hurt her," he said very quietly.

	Mamoru's eyes flashed as he shut the door behind his friend.  "Now," 
he said, turning 

towards Usagi, "who are you and why were you in my apartment?"

	Usagi took a deep breath.  "My name is Tsukino Usagi.  I go to school 
at the University.  

I was in your apartment. ."

	Mamoru gave her a stony look.  "Please continue."

	"I was there because I'm the one renting it for nights.  I overslept 
because I was up late 

trying to make sure YOU hadn't broken my sewing machine!"

	Mamoru looked slightly stunned.  "Oh."  He pulled himself back 
together.  "Well, since 

you're not a thief, I can't prosecute you.  You technically own half of 
the apartment."  He slowly 

started to chuckle.  "Can we just see that it doesn't happen again?  I 
value my sleep."


	Usagi nodded quickly.  "And once again, gomen nasi.  I really. ."

	He nodded.  "Don't worry about it so much.  And I believe this is your 
day off. . .don't let 

me ruin it for you."  He opened the door, mocked scowled at the still 
hunched against the door 

Motoki and walked out of the arcade.

	Usagi said faintly, "Oh you haven't ruined my day. . .far from it."  
She untied her apron 

and sank back onto the couch.

Chapter 5: So Now That We Know Each Other. . .