A/N: Alright, this story occurs after all the fighting is done. The girls still meet but there is no more magical nonsense going on. Everyone is now moving on with their lives. The outers never appeared, to the rest of the senshi's knowledge, they don't exist. The girls are all 17, Mamorou and Motoki are 23. For the record, I hate all stories that make it as though Usagi is some ditz. I realize that she is, but I dislike her character being portrayed like that, so I guess they will be a bit OOC.

Usagi slowly headed toward the Cherry Hill Temple. The day was cool and there was a slight breeze chilling the air. The sun was shining and the sky was clear of clouds. Too bad she didn't see any of it. What am I supposed to do? How can I tell them? She stared at her feet. She laughed pathetically. Well I gues

s at least I'm not late for our study session for once.

She walked up the stairs and opened Rei's door without knocking. She had heard voices and assumed that the whole gang was already there. "Guys, I have bad news I …. " Her voice trailed off. "Oh… I'm sorry I interrupted…" She had walked in to see Rei straddling Mamorou who was sitting up against the wall. He had his shirt off and her shirt was half unbuttoned. "I think I'm going to go now…" She didn't hear them calling her name behind her.

She backed slowly out of the room. She shut the door softly and ran across the temple grounds and down the stairs. She kept a blank face until she had reached her apartment. She had gotten as far as the door when she collapsed, tears beginning to streak down her face. What the hell does fate have against me? She leaned her head against the door allowing herself to finally cry for the pain she'd gone through in the past two months.

In the beginning of June, just after school had ended, her brother had died in a car accident. Ikuko had died when she was 14, setting her into the depression that ruled her life until it was masked by her endless fight against evil. Her father, torn apart with grief, had left the country and hadn't been seen since. The judge had decided that she was responsible enough to be able to take care of her own affairs and allowed her to get an apartment of her own. She had sold her old house, the memories were simply too painful to continue living there without her best friend. Her family had been rich. The day her father left she found a note leaving half of her family's fortune to her, just under 3 million dollars, in a trust fund for her when she turned 21. Until then it would be watched by her aunt. Just a week after that, she had found that her cousin, Cassandra, had been diagnosed with leukemia and was dying. She was only 15, too young to die. Now, a day ago, she had found out that she had a miscarriage. The father was obvious. The only man she had slept with was Mamorou who was currently out of the picture.

Two hours later, 8:43 PM judging by the silver watch on her wrist, she woke up lying in the hallway feeling dirty and cramped. She groggily let herself into her apartment, locked the door and fell onto her couch. The phone rang.

"Yes who is it?"

"Motoki, how are you Usa-chan?"

"Feeling shitty, yourself?"

"Worried now, what's wrong?"

"Far too much to explain Toki, what am I going to do with myself?"

"Well darling, I would suggest you go away. Your grades are superb, you have been valedictorian in your class for all 3 years after all. I'm sure any college would be happy to have you. You could go for a complete change. Maybe it would be good for you. Try the States, they have some amazing schools and it's far away enough that you'll get your change."

"Yeah, my counselor already said that I was ready to graduate. I will call him about the early graduation plan. Thanks a lot Toki, I'll see you tomorrow."

"No problem Usa, you know I love you. See you in the morning."

"I love you too Toki. Goodnight."

She hung up the phone and didn't bother getting ready for bed. It wasn't as if she was going to sleep anyways. She turned on her computer and waited for it to boot up. If I stay here any longer, I might crack. The first thing she did was to email the Dean of NYU. He had sent her a message relaying that he was interested in her attendance in his school. They had an amazing arts program and she had been looking into it.

Checking the clock, it was 10 o'clock. She knew that her counselor would still be awake.

"Mr. Davenport? This is Tsukino Usagi."

"Usagi, honey, how are things going?"

"Same as always. I was thinking, and I've decided that the early graduation will be the thing for me. I've sent out my applications to some colleges and I believe that NYU has space left in its class of next year. Could you arrange it so that I would be able to skip grade 12?"

"For you dear, anything. You can come pick up your diploma Monday. I'll send in your transfer to the office."

"Thank you so much Mr. Davenport. I'll see you Monday then. Good night."

"It's been a pleasure to work with you Usagi. I'll see you then. Goodnight."

She hung up the phone, a weary smile on her face. She would finally have a change. And maybe, she could forget. She closed her eyes for a moment, resting her head on the cushion of the couch.

She woke up and it was 10 AM Sunday morning. She plodded around the house boiling a pot of coffee and checking her schedule for anything that was important. There had been a doctor's appointment then, but it was useless now. So, instead she walked over near her deck and stood in front of her easel. It had a painting of a little girl lying in a field of paper flowers. The white clouds made peppermints and gum drops in the purple sky. She thought for a moment and then picked up her pen. She titled it Imaginary Life. She painted over it with the final coat and then walked into her bedroom. She stood inside and looked at her meager possessions. She had a small bed near the window and a small nightstand with a light and a picture of Mamorou and herself. She swallowed the lump growing in her throat and fought back the tears that were threatening to fall again. She clenched her teeth in frustration. I will not let him rule my life, I will not give in. I will be strong and I will not give up. She stood there for a few moments, not moving, simply struggling with her own mind. She took a deep breath and flipped the picture over. That passage of her life was over. She opened her closet doors. There were few clothes that she wanted to keep. She shoved all of her pink and pastel shade colored clothing aside and went deeper into her closet. There was one dress, four blouses four skirts and two jackets. In her first year of high school, she had taken fashion designing, and she got hooked. She had created each on her own, and she was thrilled with them. She had only been able to wear the outfits once or twice each since she knew that the senshi wouldn't have approved. She wasn't the person the senshi thought she was.

Her inner thoughts were interrupted by the little box on her computer that said "You have one new message"

She huffed and stumbled over to the glaring screen.

"Miss Tsukino,

We are delighted that you have decided to attend our university for the coming semester. We hope you will attend our freshman banquet on August 23rd. You may move in anytime after the first of August…"

She stopped reading after this and a tiny smile appeared on her tired face. Because August 1st was in one week. Maybe luck had finally smiled on her…

She closed the message after this. Any farther wasn't important. She smiled to herself, her first genuine smile since her brother had died. You know, I think I'm going to be okay…

A/N: So, how was this for a first chapter? If you liked it, please gimme a review. If you didn't like it, well... give me a flame. I could care less Aaaanyways. I'm already working on the next 2 chapters so I want at least 1 review before I let it out, it should be a few days.