Author: Cloud9WithSugar

Summary: They went through everything together, but he decides he wants no more. His new life deserves a better companion, so he leaves the only person that's ever cared about him. Years later, he sees her again and that heart starts beating. MamoruxUsagi

Currently Broken

Usagi smiled as she gazed out the forty-two inch window, which was proving to be the only good thing about this lousy apartment. It was barely five AM and yet she had woken up continually during the night. Sleepless nights were soon going to be added to her resume of things that were going wrong. She turned from the window at the sound of moving sheets. As usual Mamoru had wrapped the bedding all around his body from turning so much. It seemed that restless nights were a common problem between the couple.

Her eyes lingered on his handsome face. Contrary to what everyone said about people looking like babies in their sleep, her husband did not look like a baby in his sleep. Somehow, Mamoru managed to look sharp and ready, as if he was getting ready to go to a meeting.

Her eyes admired his muscular body. She smiled. Mamoru never liked to sleep with clothes on, but it didn't matter since he always somehow managed to wrap the sheets around his 'private' parts. Usagi giggled as she stood up and stretched her legs. She knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now, she might as well get up and get some sewing done. Her favorite little black dress had ripped at the side, and they had no money to get it fixed professionally, or even buy a new dress. It wasn't so bad though, Usagi was pretty damn good at sewing and the rip didn't seem too difficult to get around.

Picking up her dark blue sewing basket, Usagi sat at the chair in the corner, where the pull down ironing board was located on the wall. She was worried about waking Mamoru up because pulling it down and securing it wasn't that easy and it created some noise.

She pulled it down really slowly and listened for any kind of movement from their bedroom before securing it. Sighing, she put her dress on the ironing board to look at the unfortunate rip. It was only about 2 inches. She could fix it and it wouldn't be too visible since it was right under her armpit anyways. Usagi didn't dare using the sewing machine because she knew for a fact that it would wake up Mamoru, but she did turn its lamp on so she could see. She settled for handwork and got it done pretty quickly. Hanging it up on its hanger, she examined it from a few feet afar. She smiled; she had done a pretty good job. Looking at the clock, she discovered that it only was 5:45 AM. Usagi rolled her eyes; time would never pass when you wanted it to. She couldn't clean, because their little apartment was already clean. There were no dishes to wash and she couldn't even do their laundry even if she wanted to, the Laundromat they used didn't open until 7 AM.

Sighing, she curled up on the gray two seater sofa and closed her eyes. Maybe she would get some sleep after all.

Mamoru opened his eyes slowly and swallowed. He looked to his left and frowned when he didn't see Usagi there. Throwing the covers off of him, he picked his boxers off the floor and put them on. He rubbed his eyes and focused on the files on the floor, next to the bed. He shook his head in annoyance; they didn't even have a nightstand for god sake's. Mamoru picked them up and looked inside, to make sure that everything he wrote last night was still in there.

He made his way to the living room where he saw Usagi curled up on the sofa. Mamoru smiled and kneeled in front of her. He kissed her forehead and started stroking her cheek.

"You don't like sleeping next to me anymore?" He whispered amusement in his voice.

Usagi opened her eyes and focused on him. "What?" Mamoru laughed.

"Why weren't you next to me when I woke up? Doesn't that make you a bad wife or something?" Usagi crunched her nose up.

"I think the question you should be asking is 'Did I do something that made you leave our bed?' And doesn't the fact that you woke me up instead carrying me to our bed make you a bad husband?" Mamoru threw his head back and gave a bark of laughter.

Getting up, he whispered "Alrighty then." before picking Usagi up bridal style. Usagi giggled.

"Try not to bang my feet against the doorframe this time, okay?"

"I will, if you promise to put heels on for morning sex" Mamoru replied, moving his eyebrows up and down.

Usagi's eyes widened. "Who said anything about sex?"

"Do you have any appointments scheduled during your lunch today?" Usagi asked. They were cleaning up the breakfast they had on their living room table. Mamoru chuckled.

"Of course. It's gotten to the point where I don't even remember actually eating lunch during lunch." Usagi looked at him.

"It'll work out." He leaned back onto the wall and crossed his arm, "I swear, baby we're going to be ok. You're the smartest person I've met in my life. I might not understand them, but I know your ideas are genius. And one of these days, someone will recognize the worth of your talent. And hey, you never know,maybe that's today." Usagi walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She leaned into him and smelled him deeply. Mamoru wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair.

"I love you." he whispered. "I know, I love me too." They both laughed.

"Seriously? You're going to send me off to work without telling me you love me? And that after not wearing heels during morning sex?" Usagi pushed him away playfully.

"You're lucky you got to have sex in the first place. And yes, I am deeply and madly in love with you, you jerk." He pulled her back into his arms.

Mamoru looked at the dress hanging on the hanger. He smiled. "Couldn't bear to throw it away? Hmm?"

Usagi smiled. "I fixed it, it's good as new." Mamoru chuckled.

"I'll be home around 6, are you going in today?"

Usagi nodded. "Yeah, from 11 to 5. Let's go grocery shopping when you come home; I'm pretty sure we ate our last two eggs and last piece of cheese. But not too much" she added at the hopeless look he gave her. "Just shopping worth 25 dollars, I swear." Mamoru nodded.

"Of course."

"Mr. Chiba, welcome. My name is Isao Kagawa. Have a seat please." the elderly man pointed to the chair in front of his desk.

Mamoru thanked him and sat with a very thick folder in his hands. Isao raised his eyebrows at the sight of the thick folder in Mamoru's hands and smiled. He leaned back into his chair and put his hands on his desk.

"First of all, I'd like to inform you that I don't usually deal with interviews. Yet something in your letter and the files you left intrigued me. It seems you have the ideas, just not the resources. However, I don't know if you'd be a correct match for this company. I'm more of a traditional engineer, as they say. You're ideas seem outright radical. Now that being said, as you know we're not the usual cooperation. If we do hire you, you'd be working alongside me." Mamoru nodded.

"I understand you concerns, sir. But I must assure you that although my ideas are more modern, they are workable. I stand strong on my designs but I am absolutely open to change." Isao nodded.

"May I look into your file?"

"Of course." Mamoru handed Isao the file and started explaining everything the old man looked at. After half an hour of discussions, they had only gone through a few pages of Mamoru's folder.

"Well, Mamoru I am pleased, I cannot contain myself. You seem like a very level headed man. How old are you?"

"Twenty-Five, sir."

"Ahh, so young but full of genius ideas. I see you're married?" Isao gestured to the wedding ring on Mamoru's left finger. Mamoru smiled.

"Yes, sir. We've been together for six years now, married for three." Isao chuckled.

"Well then, I'll be very disappointed if I don't get to meet her at the annual Kagawa Inc. charity dinner." Mamoru looked at the man in surprise.

"Sir? Does that mean, I have the job?" He asked, uncertain. The old man nodded. "It seems so. You're a very talented man Mamoru. I have some reservations, I won't lie. But you've convinced me, my dear boy. Quit whatever dreadful job you've got, and come in next Monday at seven AM sharp." The old man stood up and shook Mamoru's hand.

"Thank you so much, sir. You won't regret you're decision, I promise." Isao waved his 'thank yous' away.

"Get out of here, go celebrate. You deserve it."

"Usagi! Answer the phone please" Lita yelled from the back of the back of the small bakery. Rolling her eyes, Usagi went to the phone and answered.

"Good afternoon. Shuka Bakery, this is Usagi speaking. May I help you?"

"Babe, it's me." Usagi smiled into the phone. "Hi, what are you doing?"

Mamoru laughed. "I quit my job." Usagi's smiled faltered. She hurried into the restroom with the cordless phone.

"You quit your job? Did something happen?"

"Shhh, it's ok. Baby, I got my dream job. I quit because I was hired today. Usako, you were right. We're going to be ok" he laughed. "What am I saying? We're going to be more than okay. I talked to the President directly; he wants me to work with him." Usagi squealed into the phone.

"Mamo-chan, where are you?" she yelled into the phone. He laughed. "On my way home, come home please Usako. You've got to come now." She nodded to herself.

"I'm coming, I have to come. Oh god, I don't know what to do. Stop Laughing! God, oh God. Alright, I'm on my way. I'm coming, I'm coming. I'll see you very shortly. I love you, bye" Usagi ran out of the bathroom, crashing into Lita in the process.

"Oh Usagi, watch where you're going please. What's wrong with you?" Usagi grabbed Lita by the shoulders and hugged her.

"Lita , I've got to go. Mamoru got the job. I'm sorry but I have to go." She ran to the back to grab her purse, not waiting for Lita's approval.

Usagi raced out of the bakery and to the Bus Stop. She just managed to squeeze into the crowded bus that was about to pull away.

Hug. That was all they did for three hours. Usagi and Mamoru hugged on the sofa in their tiny apartment.

"Why are you crying?" Mamoru whispered in Usagi's ear. She shook her head.

"I'm just so happy for you. You've worked so hard for four years and now finally, you're getting what you deserve." She wiped her eyes. He smiled into her neck.

"We've worked hard for four years. You know how good this job pays?" She sniffed and shook her head.

"It pays so good, I can even start my own business after a few months." He squeezed his arms tight around her. Usagi leaned back to look at him.

"You haven't even started working yet, and already you're thinking of starting your own business? What goes on in that head of yours Mamo-chan?" Mamoru grinned.

"Never mind that now, I start on Monday. And he's already invited me to the Charity Dinner that's taking place in a few months. Usako, do you know what kind of a big deal that is? I mean when I heard I got the interview at Kagawa Inc, I didn't believe it. But you'll see, everything is going to get better now, Usako. Everything will be much easier and we're actually going to live life."

Six Months Later

Usagi was sitting in front of her new vanity set, rubbing her tired eyes. She listened to the noise coming from the bathroom, waiting for Mamoru to emerge. They had just come back from another dinner party and as usual, Mamoru was in a bad mood again.

Sighing, she picked up her brush and started going through the knots in her hair. How things had changed in a manner of months. Only after a month of Mamoru starting his new job, they had moved into a beautiful and roomy penthouse. Usagi had thought it was a bit much, but for Mamoru all that had mattered was moving to a nice neighborhood, where the neighbors were all successful business men and engineers. He wanted his company to be his 'equals' so to speak. Looking in the mirror, Usagi couldn't help but notice how she kept frowning. She tried smiling a few times, but it was too obvious that they were fake.

Her head turned at the sound of the bathroom door opening and she found Mamoru emerging, in a new outfit. Usagi's eyebrows furrowed together.

"Did you change?" she asked confusion evident in her voice. Mamoru didn't answer and instead went to the drawer that had his new watches.

Usagi waited a few minutes before asking again. "Mamoru?" He sighed.

"There's another event." Usagi stared at him in shock and started getting up.

"Well you should have told me, I would have changed. We're going to be la-"

"I'm going by myself." he interrupted her. She sat back down.

"Oh." She hoped that he didn't hear the way her voice shook. But she was sure he could see the way her hands shook in her lap.

"It's not really a couple's event. Just a few employees, throwing some ideas around."

"At 12 AM at night?" She looked up to see Mamoru glaring at her through her mirror. Usagi averted her eyes; she didn't want to look at him when he was being like this.

He stood still for a few seconds before he stormed out of their bedroom. She heard his footsteps and jumped when she heard the door bang.

Mamoru had never left before telling her he loved her. She reached for the tissues on her desk and wiped her tears. But they kept coming and pretty soon, Usagi's body was shaking with sobs.

But then again, Mamoru had never lied to her before either.

One Month Later

"Where is the event?" Usagi asked as she ran into their bedroom. She had just come back from the bakery, only to be bombarded by a panicking Mamoru telling her to dress up.

"At the house of one of the board members. Hurry, we don't have much time and I don't want to be late." Usagi rolled her eyes.

"Then you should have told me about this before, not at the last minute. I don't understand how something this important could have slipped your mind. I don't even know what to put on!"

"And your pacing isn't helping much!" she added. Mamoru shook his head. "Just hurry!"

Looking in her closet, Usagi was dismayed. She had absolutely nothing to wear to this dinner. She would've bought something had she only known about this event earlier. Something black caught her attention and she pulled the hanger out of the closet. It happened to be her little black dress. Usagi smiled in delight, she hadn't gotten to wear it since she had fixed it.

Usagi undressed and changed her underwear. She slipped the dress on and ran to the vanity mirror. All she needed was a little mascara, eyeliner and blush and she was good to go. Running back to her closet, Serena took her black pumps and put them on.

She heard Mamoru step into the room.

"Usagi, are you ready ye-" Mamoru's voice faltered. "What the hell are you wearing?" Usagi turned and looked at him in shock.

"Excuse me?" He glared at her and took a step closer.

"I said 'what the HELL are you wearing?" She looked down at herself. "My black dress. You know this dress, I've had it for the longest time Mamoru. What is wrong with you?" Mamoru rubbed his forehead.

"Are you trying to fucking embarrass me? Going to meet Isao Kagawa, the president of the company in a fucking $40 dress that's been ripped and sewed back together? What the fuck are you thinking?" Mamoru yelled.

"Calm down. I don't have anything else to wear, the rip isn't even visible. I-I fixed it."

"You don't know how to fix shit, I can see that fucking rip from three miles away. And what do you mean you don't have anything else to wear? Why did I give you a fucking debit card with your name on it? So you can go fucking buy presentable shit to wear! Usagi, do you know how these women dress? Elegantly, they look sophisticated. But you, what the fuck is that dress? Why are you trying so hard to embarrass me?"

Usagi looked at him, tears blocking her vision. She couldn't see, she couldn't breathe. She covered her mouth with her hand and ran towards the bathroom, but Mamoru grabbed her arm.

"Why the fuck are you crying?" he shook her arm. "Let go." Usagi pushed him into the wall, ran into the bathroom and locked herself in. Mamoru tried to open the door and started banging on it when it didn't open.

"Usagi, open this door." he yelled. She covered her face with both her hands and lowered herself on the edge of the bathtub. She couldn't seem to stop shaking and she hated herself for it. This didn't seem real to her, this man was not Mamoru.

"Fine! Fuck this shit!" was all she heard before the front door slammed close. Usagi slowly climbed into the bathtub and turned on the water, with her clothes still on. She couldn't think, but she knew she needed to cool down. Everything was going wrong. She didn't know what to do anymore.

Mamoru didn't come home that night. Or the next. Or the next after that. He was absent for a full week in which he didn't call her or answer any of her calls. Usagi didn't remember a time in her life where she cried more than she did during that week. She refused to get out of bed for the first three days, and even when she got out of bed, she did not leave the apartment. She survived on the water bottle that had been next to her bed. Her misery was making her physically sick, and the fact that Mamoru didn't seem to care made everything a thousand times worse.

Her one happy discovery did not make anything easier. She had suspected it a few weeks prior which had prompted her to get the pregnancy test. Yet, from all the things that had been going on, Usagi had forgotten all about it. Until she started throwing up every single morning. The test of course, had turned positive and it had left Usagi in a dilemma. She knew the worst mistake she could make was to have the baby to save the marriage, yet she couldn't bear the thought of having it aborted. If this had happened seven months ago, she would've been certain of Mamoru's reaction, but now nothing was certain. Usagi was no fool, she knew that her marriage was on the brink of being over, yet she couldn't help but hope that this was all just a phase. The moment she found out, she had called Mamoru so they could talk but he hadn't answered her calls.

He had left on a Saturday evening and he came back on a Saturday evening.

Usagi was sitting on their bed when she heard the jingling of his keys. She made no movement, just sat there and listened to him walk slowly to the bedroom. She could see his profile from the corner of her eyes. Usagi didn't know how long he just stood there staring at her but it seemed like eternity to her.

He took a few more steps and sat on the other end of the bed.

"We have to talk." She nodded.

"Mamoru, I have to tell you something important-" but he interrupted her. "No let me go first."

It wasn't a suggestion. She looked towards his profile, but she knew she couldn't meet his eyes so she just stared at his knees.

"Things have been very rocky lately. Our marriage isn't what it used to be and it just feels different."

"Mamoru, I know. But it's us and we've been together for so long, things will work out once we try. I know it. How about we try some cou-"

"I spent the past week with another woman." he stated, as if he was telling her the weather. Usagi's hands flew up to cover her mouth. She froze.

Mamoru looked at her and closed his eyes. "But I don't …regret it. I've become a part of something much bigger and unfortunately you can't be there with me. You don't understand this new world or belong in there. But Beryl, she's just right where I am. At least for now. I realized that I resent being tied down and while you were a big part of my life, things have changed. I just can't keep telling everyone that the two cent bakery shop my wife is working at is actually her 'charity' case for the year."

Usagi couldn't believe the things she was hearing. This wasn't real, this was a nightmare.

"Usagi, I thought about this long and hard and I want a divorce. Now I realize you don't have a college education so I'm willing to support you and you can keep this apartment. I'm just glad we don't have any children. But I wish you the best." That the last thing Mamoru said to her before grabbing a few things from his closet and leaving the apartment.

I realize I have no right starting a new story with all of the unfinished ones, but I can't help it. This has been in my head for literally a year now and it just had to get out. I have a plot line figured out so the next chapter should be online in about 2 weeks. They won't all be as long as this one, but they shouldn't be too short. ^_^

Tell me what you think please and leave a comment.

(I realize I never actually say what Mamoru does, that's because I don't right now it's somewhere along the lines of civil engineer. )

Also I apologize because I might have switched over from Mamoru to Darien and Usagi to Serena a couple of times. That was not my intention, lol it's just a reflex.