Usual Disclaimer Apply. Please if you have any flames, comment, 
or criticism please e-mail me at serena_chiba@hotmail.com and visit 
my site at http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Pagoda/9613/ .   This is a 
spoiler. It takes place after years Sailor Stars. It is a romance if 
you are looking for action this is not the right place for you. Mamoru 
dumped Usagi again. I am using Japanese names right, I think it is much 
better than the NA(North American). The Starlights' name stay the same 
because I couldn't think of any for them. Now on with the story.  

* means thinking
_ conscience 
Separation 
by Serena Chiba

Chapter One

        If the muted gray and pink decor was intended to soothe the 
occupants, it was failing with one of them. Tsukino Usagi fiddled with
the 
bandage on her left hand, cold with dread at the thought of having the 
stitches out. She'd been brave enough when they went in, to a hand numb 
after the operation. But today it was very much alive, and in a minute
or 
two she'd have to control her screaming when her stitches get out. Her 
doctor, Dr. Furuhata was in Africa nursing his sick wife, which means
she 
was at the mercy of some stranger.
        "Tsukino-san," called the receptionist. "Will you go in?"
        Usagi smiled wanly, crossed the dove-grey carpet at a snail's pace, 
knocked on the consulting-room door and went in.
        "Sit down, please," called a voice from behind a screen.
        Usagi sat, only vaguely aware of running water and scrubbing sounds. 
Her attention was centered on her hand, which began to throb and burn
all 
along the incision. *Damn, stupid youma. I should have paid more
attention 
to it. Now all because of this, I have to be here!*
        She looked up with a resolute smile as a tall figure emerged from 
behind the screen.   And in a flash all thoughts of her hand and the
fight 
were wiped clean from Usagi's head as she stared at the man seating
himself 
behind the desk. He looked up with a polite smile which died the same
death 
as hers. His piercing blue eyes narrowed in shock, fell to the notes in 
front of him, then returned to Usagi's frozen face.
        There was a long pause as two stunned people stared at each other 
in recognition.
        "Usagi?" he said blankly, the clipped, husky voice as familiar to 
her now as the last time she'd heard it, more than 5 years ago. 
        Usagi pulled herself together with effort. "Chiba Mamoru! What a 
surprise. Does this me that you will be taking over Motoki-kun's place
until 
he comes back?"
        "Is that so hard to believe?" Mamoru held her eyes. "After all he 
and I are best friends."
        "Yes" She was more in command of herself by now. " Motoki-kun and 
you haven't spoken to each other for over 5 years. You expect me to
believe 
that all of a sudden he called you and ask for you to take his place. I 
think not!"
        "Whether you believe it or not, I am here to take his place until 
he returns."
        "Well, I guess I have to make do with you then."
        "I see." Mamoru looked at her again, taking his time about it. Usagi 
willed herself to sit perfectly still under his stare. "Cover over the
couch 
please," he said briskly. "I'll take a look at your hand. I take it you
must 
have received it from one of the youma fight I had heard about."
        Usagi followed him across the room sulkily to perch on the edge of 
the chair beside the couch, extending a arm to let him remove the
bandages 
and dressing from her palm. "Yes. You are right."
        "You're very nervous," he said quietly, his fingers gentle.
        "Utterly terrified. Remember, I am Usagi the Ditz,"she said. She 
bit her lip at the sight of bruised, puffy flesh and the line of
stitched 
along the short incision running form her wrist to the center of her
palm. 
She turned her head sharply, trying not to wince as Mamoru made a swift 
examination.
        "We'll leave the stitches on for another week," he said, applying a 
fresh dressing.
        Usagi started to whine. "You mean I have to come back here again?"
        His lips twitched as he fastened a clip in the bandage round her 
wrist. "I'm afraid so."
        Usagi tried to smile as she got to her feet and failed. "Nothing 
personal, mind you. It was just that I'd braced myself to have the
stitches 
out today, and now I'll have it hanging over me like a cloud all week 
again."
        Mamoru looked at her in silence, seemed on the verge of saying 
something , then decided not to and went to the door to open it for
her, 
very much the formal consultant again. "Good-bye then. Ask the
receptionist 
for a four -thirty appointment next week."
        "Thank you Chiba-san." She gave him a polite smile, and left him 
for his next patient.

                        *       *       *       *

        Mamoru was sitting on his couch thinking about the incident this
morning.  He still couldn't believed that he saw Usagi today.  *I never
thought I'll see her again.* _But you did hope that you would_ *I can
not 
believe that she would even speak to me after what I did to her.*
_Now, nobody would speak to you after what you did to her but remember, 
Usagi will always to the forgiving Usagi_

        As Mamoru sat there, his mind replayed the actions of what had
happened 5 years ago.

        It all started when......


 Do you want to know why Mamoru did to Usagi??? Stay tuned and 
you'll find out. Maybe I will say why they broke up but I am not sure
yet. 
Sorry that this is soooo short but I am soooo busy. Graduation is
coming up. 
So how is this fanfic??? Is it good or bad?? If you have any flames, 
comments, or criticism email me at serena_chiba@hotmail.com
See you!!
Serena Chiba