As she walked down the street, there were so many thoughts going through her head. The predominant one was Why? Why had he reacted like that? Why was he pushing her away? Why was she letting them? All of these thoughts had taken control, making her loose focus on the world around her. The sounds of the street fell away, the rain pounding on her making no impression. Eventually, she found herself at the local park right in front of the lake where they had share so many special moments. She collapsed on the ground, so lost in her own head that she never heard the attack coming. The yuoma made no sound as it moved and since its target was so easy to find, there was no commotion prior to her appearance. No sense in making a ruckus and alerting the senshi.

Usagi Tsukino had no time to change, and if she was being honest she wasn't even sure that she would have after today. She was hit full force with the ball of energy letting it engulf her. A scream came from her lips though she wasn't aware when she had started. The pain seemed to go on forever, yet all she could think about with a tear was Mamoru, and how he would no longer have to worry about her trying to win him back. Finally the pain ended, but she wasn't sure if it was because she was dead or because the youma had stopped. Either way, she was sure that this was the end for her, and she welcomed it with open arms.

That is how they found her. Unconscious on the side of the lake, a tattered school uniform just covering her enough to be considered decent, barely hanging on to the little life force she had left.

"No, how could this have happened?"

"Where are the senshi, why weren't they protecting her?"

"Forget the senshi, where was the prince? He never could have let this happen to her. Something must be very wrong."

"Guys, she is barely hanging on here. Its like she doesn't want to stay. We need to give her power, NOW."

A bright light radiated from the small group as they gathered around their princess. It only lasted for a moment but it seemed to be enough.

"We can move her, for now, but she needs a serious amount of rest."

"We should take her to the house in the country and get her set up for a bit. I don't like the implications of no senshi or prince near by." The other agreed and began to make preparations for the move. It would be tricky due to her injuries, but that was on plus of being a super natural human.

"Mamo-chan," a small whimper fell from her lips accompanied by a few unconscious tears . "Mamo-chan, come back to me."

Unsure who Mamo-chan was, but with the uncomfortable feeling he was the reason she hadn't fought back tonight. Praying Mamo-chan wasn't who they suspected, the small group bundled their precious teen and made to move. It was then others joined them surveying the scene to understand what had happened.

Having been drawn by the light and the intense energy coming from the park, the senshi came upon a scene of strangers holding their princess. They couldn't be sure, but she seemed unconscious in the arms of one. Preparing for a fight, the girls quickly fell into formation ready to defend the small blonde and retrieve her from these new group.

"I don't know who you are, but you are going to give her back right now." Minako made it clear she was not messing around with the safety of her highness.

"Why would we do that?" The blond in the middle of the group spoke, a smug look on her face. She was tall, and imposing, clearly not intimidated by the quartet across the park. "It is clear that you can't or don't protect her properly. It has come time for someone who can to take over the job."

Incensed by the possibility they could protect their charge, the senshi readied for a battle. How dare this new senshi think she could take better care of Usagi than them?

"You are not leaving here with her, so you might as well give up now." Makoto, in a rage, had her eyes pinned on her friend. With the lightening tingling in her fingers, she sized up the group in front of her, pin pointing exactly who she needed to take out to get to Usagi fastest.

"Right, sure, we don't want to fight you, but we will protect her, clearly unlike you." This voice sounded familiar to all present, though none could place it.

"No, you won't. You are leaving her here." A sigh came from the senshi, Tuxedo Kamen had appeared on the other side of this strange group, effectively trapping them between the two. They knew he would die rather than let anyone take her.

"Actual, prince, we aren't." Taken aback, Tuxedo Kamen stilled in a panic. He did knowing who that voice belonged to.

"Kunzite." With that one name the shadowed figures became clear, along with another strange senshi stood Kunzite and Zoisite, who had Usagi in his arms.

"Mamo-chan." The whimper came again, but this time it sounded more pained. He felt the pain she was feeling, though it seemed as though he was the one causing it. It seemed confirmed when Tuxedo Kamen made to move towards his love, only to be stopped again when she turned into Zoisite who tightened his hold.

There was only a quick gasp of irritation before the senshi launched an attack. However, they were thwarted quickly with a kind of tidal wave. Tuxedo Kamen couldn't move eyes fixed on the girl trembling in the arms of the enemy. It was only when the four came together to and began to prepare for a teleportation that he sprang into action. Running at the group, he knew if they were distracted he could make it, but the senshi were on the ground, and he was to focused on the blond to do anything but run. He was to late though, he only made it close enough to lock eyes with Kunzite a split second before they disappeared. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a bit of remorse in his eyes.

Tuxedo Kamen fell to his knees in shock. He had failed her. Following the dreams had meant nothing, if he had been a better man he would have been there with her, and she would be safe in his arms now. Staring at the spot they were standing just moments before. He would find her, and goddess willing, he would win her back, and never let his Usako out of his site again.