This is my first one! Hopefully, not my last o.O

Tsukino Usagi smiled brightly and practically skipped to the Crown Game

Center, with Luna right at her heels. With every step that Usagi took, Luna took

three, making it very hard to catch up. "Onnegai, slow down! You'll be the death

of me yet!" The blonde and fairly tall girl stopped a few feet from the

automatic doors, and smiled playfully at her cat. "Oh, Luna, I'm just too

excited! Mamo-chan's giving me a ride on his motorcycle today at seven!" The

violet-colored cat smiled in spite of herself. "Is he all you ever think about?

You really have to concentrate more on saving the world..." And on went the

lecture until a familiar voice cried out, "Usagi-chan!"


Both of them turned to see Ami running toward them, her blue eyes shining

in the daylight. She ran right into Usagi, almost tackling her over. Catching

her breath, she grinned and said, "Ryo-kun asked me to the library today, can

you believe it?" Usagi giggled, and nodded, high-fiving Ami. "Hai, I can! I

always knew you two were meant for each other. Come on, me and Luna were just

about to go into the arcade." As soon as they walked in, they were greeted by

Furuhata Motoki, as usual.

Ami and Luna had moved on to the latest Sailor V game, but Usagi stayed at

Motoki's side for a moment. Her heart fluttered ever so slightly, and she

wondered for a moment if she still had some feelings for him. Catching his gaze

for a second, she knew the truth. It wasn't because of her past crush on Motoki,

but the fact that he was a friend of Mamoru made him special in her eyes.

Suddenly, two hands covered her eyes, and almost made her stumble back.

"Guess who?" a voice said. Twisting her head around, but getting nowhere, Usagi

laughed nervously. "I don't have to guess! It's you, isn't it, Rei?" "Who else?"

Lifting her hands away, the two hugged. "You're glowing, Usagi-chan. What's up?"

Usagi blushed, "Everybody knows me too well, I guess. Mamo-chan asked me out

today, and I can't wait!" Rei slapped her on the back, "Alright! This calls for

a dozen rounds of Sailor V!"

"We couldn't agree more!" yelled Minako and Makoto at the same time, entering.

A couple hours later...

Minako yawned, "I'm totally beat...and this is my game!" Most of the

others nodded, lying down on the cold, hard floor. The only one still standing

was Ami, and she was racking up points by the minute. Suddenly, the automatic

sliding doors opened, and a small, light brown haired boy charged in, looking

angry and miserable at the same time. "Have you seen my sister?" he urgently

asked Motoki. "Have you seen Tsukino Usagi?" Usagi, frightened by the tone of

her brother's voice, got up to her feet. "I'm here, Shingo! What's the matter?"

He looked at her blankly, as if not focusing on her, pale in the light of the

dawning sun. "It's Mom...she's not well. Come on, Dad told me to bring you."

Tears hadn't come, because for the longest time Usagi was in shock, being

dragged along by her little brother. Her mother had always been so healthy, and

she rarely ever saw her sicker than a slight cold. Somewhere along the way, she

pulled back from Shingo's grip, and demanded, "What's the matter with her? Why

are we going this way?" He stared at her, not believing what he was hearing.

*Didn't she care at all about Mom?* he thought. "Sis, Mom and Dad have been in a

car accident. The brakes weren't working, or something like that, and Dad says

they took her away in a stretcher. He's alright, just some scratches, but they

don't know if Mom might make it." Her alert blue eyes widened, and she screamed,

"No, it's not true! It can't be!!!" Suddenly she sprinted for the hospital,

leaving Shingo in the dust.

Running down a sidewalk rapidly, she tripped over a rock that jutted out

at the end of the sidewalk. She sprawled out on the street, and didn't rise for

a few seconds. Luckily, it wasn't rush hour, and only one lone car advanced. She

lifted herself up off the pavement, gaining a couple bruises, and was about to

dash off again, when the car door opened and a person came out. "Are you

alright? Can I help you?" She hesitated, remembering the sound of the voice, and

turned to him. "Mamo...Mamo-chan." Usagi was close to fainting from despair, and

he caught her just in time. She looked up at him and smiled breathlessly, more

from being polite than anything else. He hugged her tightly, and whispered in

her ear, "What's the matter, Usako?" She was silent for a moment, taking the

question in, then she weakly replied, "My mom...hospital...got to go..." Mamoru

understood, and realized Usagi couldn't make it by herself. "Come in, get in.

We'll get there faster, anyway."

Many feelings overwhelmed Usagi by the time they got to the hospital.

Concern for her mother was high among them, also innocent love and admiration

for Mamoru, who would drop everything he had to do and help her in her time of

need. As soon as he steered the car in the parking lot, she jumped out and

skidded inside, ignoring the "Watch Your Step" sign. When she got to the

receptionist's desk, she cried, "My mom's here! Tsukino Ikuko! Please, tell me

where she is!" The nurse at the desk looked up, used to screaming

people asking her questions. She typed the name in neatly, to the irriation of

Usagi, and pointed. "You're lucky it's visiting hours. She's up two flights.

Take the stairs, and three doors to your right, and you should find her."

With her long blond hair trailing behind her, she finally reached her

mom's room, having had to dodge so many walking in her way. She softly pushed

the door open a crack, in case her mother happened to be sleeping. Her father

was holding Ikuko's hand, absorbed in her and only her. "You'll be alright," he

whispered, just loud enough for Usagi to hear. "You can't leave me." Usagi

looked for something to say, but realized that her father might need a few

minutes alone. She left the door as it was, and leaned against the cold marble

wall, her tears already drying. There's always hope, she thought, as she

dropped her head down onto her knees. There's got to be hope.