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I would like to thank Crystal, for correcting this chapter. So thanks, I really appreciate it.

The Gift of the Forgotten

Chapter 1: For Better or For Worse

Usagi's Point of View

' I cannot believe I could be so brainless as to forget my note book. Please God, let it still be there. Please, please, please let it still be there', I thought as I ran out of my apartment building and jumped into my car. I am now 23 years old and on my way to a great career with the support of my friends. I planned to become a professor in the history of World Wars I and II. But a constant that had remained in my life was the annoying baka, ChibaMamoru, who seemed to have followed me all through my high school and now college years.

That little note book had my darkest and deepest thoughts and secrets. It was January 5, and school was out for a month. So I decided to do my laundry today, wishing I hadn't forgotten that damn book .

Finally arriving at the store I saw that the lights were still on and a lone figure stood in the room. He was silhouetted by the shadows. And shock froze me when he stepped out of the shadows. The man holding my note book was none other than...

Mamoru's Point of view


Every Monday, I went to the laundry mat, and every Monday it was the same boring routine. But this Monday was different. When I arrived, there were only two or so people. I walked to the end of the long line of machines and put my clothes in to wash. Then I turned and walked to the bench, and a black note book caught my eye. When I looked closer, I saw the beautifully written name of Tsukino Usagi

My archenemy. I slowly walked toward it and picked it up. I opened it to the first page, and there on the top it read: Usa's Diary. The first entry was on the bottom. I quickly snapped the book shut. Closing my eyes, I asked myself if I should or shouldn't. 'I should,' I told myself. Slowly, I opened the book back to the first entry, and read all the words over and over, as if trying to memorize every sweet sentence, slowly falling in love with the sweet princess that wrote them. When the last sentence ended, I sighed and realized that I was the only one left in the laundry mat. Standing up, I felt a pair of eyes staring at him. Turning to the glass door, I saw the piercing eyes of my gorgeous Usako staring back at me.

Usa's Point of View

...Mamoru. Feeling faint, I walked into the laundry mat. I walked up to my old rival and whispered.

"Did u read it, Mamoru?" I looked at him and he just stood their not answering, just looking. Slowly, tears came to my eyes, no matter how hsrd I tried to prevent them. 'Oh no, he read it. Oh god, how am I ever going to face him again'. Grabbing the book

from him, i ran from the store, not caring where my feet led me. 'Oh god, how am I going to face him again?' I thought as I started sobbing in my car.

Mamoru's point of view.

I froze. I can't believe it. I just froze. How am I going to make this up to her? She probably hates me now. I have to think of something. Something special for my dear Usako.

To be continued