Okay! So here I have in my hands a Sailor Moon ficcy. It's one unlike any other SM fic I've ever heard of or read. It's a MamoruxOC pairing. I hope I won't get mauled by UsagixMamoru fans...believe me, I'm a fan of them too. Just wanted to try something different. Anyway, here's a summary/prologue.

Usagi and Mamoru are raveled in a small misunderstanding between each other, causing a strain and for them to break up. While this is happen, Mamoru is in a slump, and finds little love elsewhere. Things go well for them, but there's a little something called fate that seems to get in the way. Sometimes destiny can be changed. Or can it?

Let me know if you like it or not. ^.^ Please and thanks!

Hallo Vanessa.
I really think you should continue this story it sounds interesting.

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THANKIES! Ma Kinky Sista Jojo! ;]]]

I'll update as soon as I finish the first chapter! Which will hopefully be soon! lol

Okay! I finally had time to finish the first chapter. So here it is. I hope you enjoy. ^.^

Chapter 1:
Misunderstandings Lead to Hurt Feelings and Broken Hearts

The large condominium apartment was cold and empty. Only the echoes of the water drops from the kitchen faucet could be heard. Once again, it was five minutes past eleven PM and he still wasn’t home. Usagi sat at the wooden table, with her chin on her hand and tapped the surface with the long finger nail of her pointer finger.

She heaved a deep sigh, her eyes puffy and red, swollen from so many tears. ‘He can’t be…he can’t be doing this to me…’ she mentally argued with herself. ‘Can he?’

Usagi stood off her chair and walked over to the large living room window. “Mamo-chan…” she sobbed as she leaned against the crystal surface. “…Where are you?”

Mamoru was off at college during the entire day, and as of late, he was working ‘overtime’ at his job. He was acting rather odd as well. He could hardly look at Usagi in the eyes anymore and there was obviously something he was hiding.

Naturally, Usagi wanted to believe in her first love. She wanted to trust him and stand by him unwaveringly, but a little voice in the back of her head didn’t let her sleep at night. She was aware about what things like this meant.

She spent most afternoons reading Minako’s teen magazines, rather than finishing her homework. These articles filled her with the knowledge that no matter how perfect a relationship seemed to be, there would almost always be at least once instance like this.

The lock on the door clicked and startled Usagi out of her thoughts. She turned around and stared silently as the door slowly opened. “Mamo-chan…” she whispered.

“Usako,” he greeted sweetly. He dropped his things on a near by couch and headed over to his girlfriend and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Usagi hardly reacted to his touch. These thoughts were eating her up inside and she had to express them now or she would surely explode.

“Mamoru?” she spoke up with a voice fragile voice.

“Hmm?”

“Tell me…please tell me…”

“Tell you what, Usako?” he repeated, not sure about what she was talking about.

“…Tell me if there’s someone else!” she cried out with a mix of anger and sadness. Mamoru flinched in shock, not expecting this at all.

“What are you talking about?” he asked backing away from her.

“You’re not the same,” she cried and leaned against the window. “Why can’t you look at me anymore?”

Mamoru blushed and shook his head, trying to come up with a good explanation. He knew exactly why he was acting this way, though he didn’t mean to. But how could he explain it? He couldn’t, at least for right now, he couldn’t.

“Usako, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “But I’m not doing anything wrong, I promise you.”

“I can’t believe you,” she sobbed. “Tell me, tell me why you’re acting this way…I don’t understand…”

“…I can’t tell you, Usagi,” he said with a remorseful tone. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“Then I can’t trust you!” she yelled. “I’m out of here!” Usagi dashed past Mamoru and ran out of the door, slamming it before he could stop her. Mamoru stared at the door for a long while, before slumping against the couch. He slapped his forehead and grumbled. “Great…this is just what I need…”

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That's the first chapter. It's not too long, since I need to do a bit more brainstorming. Let me know if you like or not, or if it's well done. Hints and comments will be appreciated greatly! =]