Welcome one and all to my first Sailor Moon fanfic. I hope you will all enjoy reading it as much as I will enjoy writing it. This story will contain a femslash pairing, just as a heads up for anyone who doesn't like that kind of thing.

The story is written in a first person present viewpoint, since I find I write better that way. It takes place in the anime after the first season(is that the right word?) and ignores Sailor Moon R and all the others. Don't worry, all nine of the regular senshi will appear in this story at some point or another.

DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.

Minako Aino. A spunky, pretty, and clutzy blonde with dreams of being a singer.

Also the source of my inability to get my homework done. Don't get me wrong, it's not her fault. It's not anybody's fault, if you really think about it. You see, I kinda have a, well, a crush on her. Yes, me Usagi, in love with a girl. Pathetic. And even funnier, she doesn't even know me. At least, she doesn't now. She used to, but the was before the final battle with Queen Beryl. After we defeated her, all five of us senshi lost our memories of everything that had happened, including those which marked us as friends.

Then how do I remember it? Luna and Artemis decided to bring my memories back, though they haven't explained why yet. I haven't had to do any fighting and, to be honest, boredom is driving me crazy. I'm feeling less clumsy these days, something very unusual.

"Usagi!"

I jerk my head up as I hear my mother calling me.

"Yes mother?" I reply.

"There's somebody here I want you to meet."

I patter down the stairs to see what my mother is talking about. It's probably some random kid she's watching over. Recently, she started offering to look after children whose parents can't do it themselves for some reason or another. Sometimes it's only for a coupler days, or it can be weeks.

I reach the front door, and find the last person I ever expected to see on the porch.

"Usagi," my mother begins, "meet Minako Aino. Minako, this is my daughter Usagi."

Minako smiles at me. "Hi Usagi. Nice to meet you."

"N-nice to m-meet y-you," I stammer before turning and running. I hear mother calling my name, but ignore her and run straight out the back door. Creeping around the side of the house, I listen for the sound of the front door closing, then proceed to take the shortest route to Naru's house. I told her about my 'romantic situation' a while ago, and she was surprisingly understanding. She invites me up into room, and I spill the whole story after she closes the door.

"Here's your chance to get to know her. This is a great opportunity."

"But Naru-chan," I protest, "I won't be able to keep myself from staring at her. Do you know what the first thing my eyes fell on when I looked at her? Her chest!" I bury my head in a pillow. "I end up feeling like a perv and that causes me to turn red and stammer all over the place."

I can see Naru smiling her head slightly."Why don't you just say that you get really embarrassed when around other people?" she offers. "Or you could just tell her exactly how you feel."

I shake my head vigorously. "I don't know how long she'll be staying, and I don't need to go making a bad impression on he first day. She'd probably also mention it to Mom or Dad, and that kind of thing doesn't sit well with them."

"Well, there's not much more I can do, except wish you the best of luck. Oh, I know! How would you like to see some of my new dresses?"

"I'd love it!" I reply enthusiastically, temporarily forgetting the blonde who was currently turning my life upside down.

But it doesn't last. As I trudge home a couple hours later, I find myself making the trip as long as possible. When I finally reach the block my house is on, I see my mother driving our car down the driveway and out into the street. Probably going to the store or something like that. I enter my house and reel into the kitchen to get myself something to eat.

"Hello," a sweet voice calls.

I nearly jump out of my skin. Turning my head slowly, I see Minako standing behind me, smiling kindly. I'd been so busy fretting over how I would act around her that I had forgotten she was even at our house. Great, I'm home alone with a girl I have insane crush on. How could this get any worse?

As I turn to say something to her, my foot flies out from under me, having slipped on a wet spot on the floor. My hands reach out instinctively to grab nearest thing, which, in this case, just happens to be Minako. The momentum of my fall also drags her down, and we soon form a tangled mess. When I managed to collect myself, I find my face buried in something soft and sweet-smelling.

Wait, soft and sweet-smelling? A moment later, I come to a shocking realization. As we were falling, Minako's shirt must have lifted up, causing my head to land face first on her exposed stomach.

My reaction is priceless. Rocketing to my feet, I stumble nervously backwards mumbling an apology. However, karma once again has another trick in store for me. In a one-in-a-million chance, my foot finds the frying pan I dropped while falling earlier, and trips on it. This time I tumble backwards, my head slamming into the counter. Everything abruptly goes black.

I'm not sure how long I am unconscious, but when I finally come to, the first thing I notice is the splitting headache I have. The second is that I am in bed, wearing pajamas. Pajamas which I did not change into. Softly descending the stairs, I spy Minako sitting in the living room reading a book. I glance at the clock and start in surprise.

"Eight thirty? Man, I must have my head hard," I mumble,unaware of how loud it sounds in the otherwise silent room.

"Nice to see you awake."

The unexpected sound of Minako's voice sends me tumbling down the stairs.

"That's the second time," I mutter, pulling myself to my feet. I glance over at Minako, who is desperately trying not too laugh.

"What happened?"

"You tripped on a frying pan and hit your head on the counter. It gave you a nasty cut on the back of your head."

"And these?" I gesture to my pajamas.

She looks at me in confusion, then chuckles. "Oh those. Yeah when I put you to bed, I decided it would be best to put you in sleeping clothes. I also changed your undergarments while I was at it."

My face goes bright red and I attempt to formulate a response. Before I can get it out, Minako breaks out into an insane peel of laughter.

"Your face was priceless!" she manages to gasp. After calming down, she motions me to sit down beside her. I do so rather reluctantly.

"Don't worry, I didn't change your clothes. Your mother did. She wasn't expecting you to wake up till tomorrow, and she didn't want your uniform to get wrinkled."

"Where is she now?" I ask.

"Picking up your father and brother from the movies."

I sigh loudly. "I have so much to apologize for."

"You're fine," Minako insisted. "There is one thing I would like to know, though."

"I suppose I owe you that. What do you want to know?"

She grins broadly. "How did my stomach feel?"

Now it's my turn to look confused. When I realize what she's talking about, my face looks like a tomato yet again. Minako goes into another fit of laughter.

"Seriously though, how did it feel. Go ahead, be honest. I won't laugh."

"Uh, well, it felt really soft and sort of bouncy. And it smelled so amazing. That's some good perfume you have. But why do you ask?"

Minako hesitates for a moment. "I've been examining your actions and words to try to figure out the reason why you act so queerly when I'm around."

"And your conclusion?"

Her eyes bore straight into my own. "I think you're crushing on me."

I know it's kinda short, but I promise later chapters will be longer. Stay tuned for the next chapter. I hope you continue to read.

Also, reviews would be much appreciated. You don't have to, but it let's me know what people think of the story.