So I listened to an old song from Danny Phantom by the ghost Ember. (It's called Remember) I looked into it (it's about how she died) and found it interesting. That whole day gave me ideas of a short fic idea, but I'm going to stick with the main one. I'm making this where Mamoru isn't dead after the princess is found, but he doesn't know it's Usagi. Yet.

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Usagi sat down on a stool and prepared to order her usual. A milkshake. She really needed it after the weeks she'd been having. She'd been so down that it was concerning for everyone around her as she was usually so happy.

Motoki walked over and leaned on the counter across from her. "Heya, Usagi-chan. How are you?" His voice as light and full of joy as ever.

"I'm doing fine, Toki-onii- san." He already knew, but he asked anyways, hoping her mood had improved, but he knows Usagi feels much more about things than other people do.

"Okay. I'll go grab your milkshake I made earlier." He decided to always have one prepared for her after the first few times she'd come in. She smiled at him before he retreated to the kitchen for a few moments.

Mamoru was nearby, of course, and always early to get to Crown before the blonde. He looked over and wondered why she looked so drained. Her attitude was usually so happy and ever since something happened two weeks ago, she's been in a bit of a gloomy mood. This was a very long period for him to not see her in a happy mood and he seriously considered cornering her or one of her friends for details.

At least he was smart enough to think about not insulting her at this time. He'd still call her 'Odango Atama,' but in a fairly less rude way and without inquiries into her bad grades. He cared more about her well being.

Every common run in with her lately was her walking into him and then right past him with a simple 'sorry' and it annoyed him to no end.

"Odango Atama. Lovely day, is it not?" He asked. She looked at him, her eyes were reflecting the feeling of being tired.

"Hm.. Yeah. I wasn't really paying attention. And I was in school, so there wasn't really much to see without Haruna-san yelling at me." She giggled a bit at the thought of the angry teacher. Motoki set down her milkshake and smiled at this.

"Well, I guess that's good then. As long as you take the time to look around and enjoy the present..." Mamoru could never form a proper thought when around her since he was used to insulting her. Jokingly. Obviously.

"You have a point." She sipped her drink slowly.

"Usagi-chan!" Minako shouted, rushing in with her usual cheery demeanor. She came in and hugged the odango girl from behind. "Are you still in a funk?" She asked sympathetically.

"Feels like it." Was her response. Minako just squeezed her friend a little more to a point of where breathing became more difficult.

"We'll do what we can, Usa-chan! We miss your smile." Minako then took off out of the arcade. Mamoru just had to wonder what had happened to the girl of his affections.

Oh yeah, he was in love, wasn't he?

A difficult realization that took him a week to finally accept, but at least he finally got to acceptance.

As her gaze was focused on the slowly draining glass of her drink, he began to tink for a bit. He wanted to make sure she was never sad again because clearly, when she wasn't happy, then he could not relax or be at peace with himself. It was then that he figured he ought to do something to lighten her mood. It was the least he could do for the girl who changed his life.

Getting up and leaving a tip for his buddy behind the counter, he quickly packed up his things to make his way out of the arcade, his "flawless" plan formulating in his head.

Usagi watched him get up and leave with curious eyes. She couldn't help but notice the small smile on his face.

"See you around, Odango." He called out to her.

"I hope not, Baka!" She replied, the corners of her mouth turning up into a smile as she heard his chuckle while he walked out. She missed their banter over the past few weeks. Her fault, she knew, but she disn't want to hear what he'd have to say right now.

"Although... I do wonder where he's off to in such a hurry..." She watched and then shrugged, as it wasn't her business, but it still bothered her and that annoyed her more.

Finishing off her drink, she paid the needed amount of yen and then grabbed her bag before waving goodbye to Motoki. "See you tomorrow!"

He waved back with enthusiasm. He saw this as a little bit of hope. Hope that she's started to get better.

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Arriving at her home, Usagi went into the kitchen to grab a small snack. On the fridge, she saw a bright yellow sticky note that looked to be in her Mom's neat handwriting.

"Usagi, your father and I went out to a quick meeting at his work. He may be getting a promotion! Dinner is in the fridge and Shingo is home already. We'll be back a little late. Please don't burn the house down while we're gone. –Mama"

"Geez, thanks for the trust, Mama." She mumbled with a pout as she put the note in her pocket. Grabbing a cookie, she headed to her room to hopefully get herself started on homework. Today was rough enough as it was and she felt extremely sleepy.

"Luna?" The girl called out for her feline friend. A blob of black bolted out of the girl's room and down the stairs to greet it's owner.

"Usagi-chan, how was your day?" The cat inquired, knowing of the girl's mood as of late.

"Kinda better than usual." She smiled a bit. Luna smiled as she hopped up and onto the girl's shoulders with ease.

"Let's go upstairs and start on homework." Usagi yawned.

"HEY BAKA! STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF!" Usagi rolled her eyes at her brother.

Luna thought it was almost tantalizing how slowly Usagi was walking up the stairs.

Once reaching the room and opening the door, Usagi saw the small bouquet of freshly bloomed roses, which confused her. There was no way they could have bloomed in the months of autumn. Everything around was practically dead already!

Setting her school bag down, she saw a card that was tied to one of the roses and she picked it up to examine it.

"Beauties for a beauty. Things will be better soon, Odango."

Only one person referred to her (at least, she hoped so) affectionately (maybe?) as Odango. Plus, she doubted that Rei would gift her roses, or even know where to find them this time of year.

She felt her face flush a bit as the idea of the Baka giving her a romantic gesture of flowers. Especially her favorite type which even meant 'love.'

"He dropped by earlier. He actually put them on your bed via the window actually. He told me to be quiet, as if he knew I could speak..." Luna jumped onto the bed.

"I doubt he actually knows." She was smiling with her eyes focused on the flowers. "Do you think this means he cares?"

"He did climb the tree outside to get up here... That is not an easy feat, by any means." Luna shrugged her little cat shrug before getting comfy on her spot of the bed.

Usagi went down stairs to grab one of her mom's vases to put the flowers in. She felt the stems and noticed that they lacked thorns. "That's good. They're less of a hazard to me and my clumsy nature." She sighed in relief.

She watched as the clear vase she grabbed filled with water. Grabbing some scissors, she cut the stems a bit shorter, as she's seen her Mom do. She put a few of the roses in but decided to keep one out so that she could hold it. The petals were soft and she loved the feel of them between her fingers. Returning to her room, she put the vase on the dresser.

She kept the one rose next to her as she started to do her homework with some struggle. Eventually, she figured it out, even though some problems in different classes were still blank.

Happy about her progress, she stuffed the papers away into her bag and proceeded to change into a tank top and pajama pants.

Checking the time, it was nearing 7, and she figured she was done for now and maybe a nap wouldn't hurt. Besides, a youma may be wandering and the girls may call at any time.

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Mamoru rubbed his temples while over looking his notes. A sudden headache had formed after he had gotten home and it was bugging him to no end.

Closing the binder, he decided it would be best to head to bed for now.

His dreams have always been weird. A strange woman calls out to him in his sleep after all.

Mamoru always wondered if he'd ever get to see her face. The nightly escapades don't exactly help since he has to look for the crystal and the scout battles with the Dark Kingdom make it worse.

As far as his senses go right now, there would be no attack tonight, but he had a bad feeling in his gut after he left Usagi's house. He wasn't sure why either since he only ever felt this feeling when Sailor Moon was in danger.

Climbing into his bed, he began to relax. Sleep may not always be peaceful, but he needed it.

Although, he felt the tugging at his gut getting stronger and harder to ignore, but sleep was also pulling at him, only much more strongly than usual. Sleep won this round.

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Mamoru woke up at the smell of smoke. the room he woke up in was up in flames.

"Some nightmare...?"He asked himself mentally as he quickly looked around. He could feel the heat on his skin and the smoke beginning to clog his lungs.

But one thing he realized was that he wasn't in control.

He watched as his eyes supposedly gazed around in horror. Then he felt sudden terror as he began to look around for something, but he didn't know what.

The blankets burned his hands, which looked oddly feminine. That being smaller than usual. The hands grabbed at what appeared to be a cat, who appeared motionless. His heart rate sped up as he looked around to get out, but only saw the flames and smoke.

Coughing, the left hand felt for what must have been the window by the bed. Feeling the lock on it, the hand turned it to unlock, and proceeded to shake the cat a bit.

He saw as it opened its eyes and even coughed itself.

"Luna! You need to get out now! I gotta go get Shingo as long as he hasn't already gotten out..."

"But..." The cat could speak?!

"Just go now! I'll be fine!" The cat nodded as she stood in the girl's hands and jumped through the smoke.

He then got up from the bed, stepping onto the burning floor and looked into the mirror on the dresser. His own eyes widened in horror as the tug suddenly made sense.

Looking back was Usagi, only a little different. Her hair was burned off on some places and some of her arms were burned. Black marks were on her face and down on her pajamas and hands. She covered her mouth and began violently coughing, but Mamoru felt as if this was he himself, choking on smoke.

As Usagi, they ran out of her room, the floor burning their feet and legs as she ran to his room, a mess. Some of their hair had burned, but that didn't matter as much as her brother did.

Opening his door, they could partially see his form on the bed. Praying to every God that could come to mind, they rushed and picked him up into their arms and quickly backed out of the room. He was heavy and the smoke was not helping in seeing the path to the door and everything burned at every touch.

Things got so dark in their vision as they reached the front door, and they successfully opened it. They tripped a bit getting down the stairs but they'd safely set the boy down outside.

Looking at the house, it was up in flames with fire pouring out of every window and there was some broken glass that they were lucky to not have stepped on.

"... I have to go back." Usagi coughed out into her hand.

"What? No!" Mamoru tried to argue, but it was difficult when you weren't the one in control. "What reason could you possibly have to go back in?!"

"My brooch... I need it..." As if she could hear him.

They rushed back in through the door, the coughing getting worse as the body was weakening from the influx of smoke into the lungs.

Everything burned through their skin, and Mamoru could feel the pain stinging and it was excruciating. He wanted to wake up, but he couldn't because he was being forced to watch someone he loved run through a dangerous setting.

Their gaze was settled on getting up the stairs and into the room where they started, things fading in their sight, and the pain started fading for Mamoru. He looked on in fear as her hands grasped at the usual pink brooch she wore often.

"Why was that so important...?" He had to wonder.

Things began to fade as the feeling of breathing that was already difficult. He saw as her hand reached out for his perfectly fine red rose and grasp it firmly in her hand. She had held both things close to her chest as things got darker.

He knew she was losing consciousness. Something burned in him, and--

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He woke up as a sweating mess but he immediately jumped out of bed, threw on a robe, transformed to Tuxedo Kamen, and literally flew out from the balcony of his apartment.

Something broke inside of him, and he didn't want to know what it was. It may have just been his heart. Yet, he could not stop to think as his adrenaline was rushing and he had to get to Usagi.

Once he reached the house, he saw the ambulance and fire trucks on the street, even a couple of adults whose faces were red from crying. He ran up to see something similar to what he originally saw, only worse. People were at work to put it out, and it was slowly working, but not quickly enough.

He rushed up only for some of the fire fighters to push him away.

"Sir, it's not safe!"

"The fire is stil lit! You need to stay out here!"

"I need to get to her! The girl that's still in there!" He argued, but they have to push him away from the building.

"We're sorry, sir, but you need to stay back." The man's voice calmed, almost sad. A little broken, even.

Mamoru could not stop. If he did, he'd have to feel the pain of what happened and he wanted to delay that for however long he needed to.

A hand rested on his shoulder and he turned around and saw the couple. He assumed they were her parents. Her father had his hand on his shoulder.

"Son... Just... Do as they say."

"I... I can't... Usako... she..." He had stopped. He could feel his heart pumping against in his chest at a rapid rate and it hurt.

He hung his head in defeat before falling to the ground back onto his bottom. All he could do was sit and watch the flames while feeling the line that had connected him to Usagi in the dream.

He felt it snap.

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I'm such a hypocrite for saying that we need to stop attacking Mamo. Why did the shows make him easy to torture?Jk, Jk, but we really need to stop.Anywho, shit post at most, other stories WILL come forward as soon as I can spit them out. I just need to focus more.