A/N: So, this document contains the alternate M rated chapters of my story Multiplicity Royale. It isn't meant to stand alone. This Chapter is Actually Chapter 6 in the Multiplicity Royale Series.

There are two versions of the doc, one uploaded as a standalone due to M rating. I'll be placing any future chapter with an M alternate into that grouping, titled Multiplicity Royale- Mature Alternate. Choose whichever one you want- or read both! :)

Much thanks to The Rising Phoenix for her significant, significant contributions to this chapter. She pretty much co-wrote this chapter actually.

Endymion's hands traveled her spine, sending zapping sensations through her body so much she gasped, his strong fingers delicately removing the dress she honestly could not get off fast enough. She reached out for his shirt pulling up the cloth landing reverent misdeeds with her lips, then tumbling on his bed hands clinging to his hair and body.

They were a tangle of her blonde hair and his limbs. A tangle of sighs, kisses and shared breath, a tangle of untameable desire, each moment amplifying the next, and Serenity couldn't tell where she ended and he began.

His hands had found his way to her nipples, her lips escaping moans in between kisses, her hands trying to get his pants off, how could this overwhelming desire keep building when they were so close to another when she wanted, no needed more.

She couldn't think, only beg, only let go of thoughts and purpose and court and just be, to allow her hips to buck and wrap her legs around him connected, moving rhythmic as she simultaneously prayed to the gods for release and for it to never end.

The prayer of desperate, forbidden , overwhelming love.

Suddenly, they were lost in rapture, hot white light running through them both and she fell with a sigh as the world came back into view. Their souls separated enough for her to actually see him again, face with a curled satisfied smile, looking over her.

"Usagi?" Firm, familiar, hands on her shoulders shaking her awake . The same blue intense eyes from her dream, looking over her own, and Usagi s suddenly so aware of her dream and him and what they could become and a bright blush covered her face.

"Hi?" she asked breathlessly, and the reality of present day Usagi came crashing around her: the confidence vanishing, although the arousal stubbornly did not. And it did not help they were sharing a bed. His blue eyes shone with concern and a half, almost amused smile.

She scrambled up, kind of surprised she was still in yesterday's clothes, looking at the plain beige walls of a generic commercial hotel.

"That sounded like a good dream?" he asked tentatively.

Usagi knew, that this man knew, that dreams were memories and any sounds that had escaped her lips he had heard before but not in this lifetime. And she felt so many feelings intermixed. She rolled over, stumbling into the bathroom with an embarrassed slam of the door, trying to put distance between them so she could untangle her thoughts, and find some semblance of choice and control.

She found herself stare into the mirror, hair mussed, cheeks still tinged with red, her yellow camisole top outfit from yesterday slightly wrinkled and askew.

Something she might wear, but not quite; in a hotel room she wanted but not entirely; with a feeling in her body that was her own but not exactly with angry, frustrated tears springing forward. Was anything ever going to be her own anymore?

Everything she'd been so certain about: a destiny she'd been told was her own and forced to claim, a kingdom, a soul mate, a past mother...all torn away when the pactual Serenity arrived. She didn't realize how much ownership she'd managed to take since the day Luna insisted the brooch of Sailor Moon was her calling.

She suddenly felt hollow.

And she didn't, couldn't let go. Especially not of him. He was hers and she loved him but knowing those memories truly belonged to someone else…was she destined to share for eternity? Watch from first person perspective with actions different from her own, relinquish control of the body she was born to and grew up in? Feel these powerful, emotional, captivating feelings with the knowledge she was just a poor copy from fate? Dying was different than sacrificing herself to being an observer of everything she had thought to accept as part of her story.

The girl in the mirror stares back: tear streaked, and red eyed; an ugly and angry little girl with a princess of an entire kingdom watching - right there.

'Calm down!' Came the internal command.

This made Usagi cry more- her fears amplified.

There was a gentle knock on the door. "Usagi?"

She stared at the white door for a moment, trying to come up with a response, any response.

"Usagi, there's no need to be embarrassed." His voice almost sounded playful, it was sweet.

"It's more complicated than that!" She sputtered feeling worse by the second. "I-I'm fine, Mamoru, really. It's...it's not what, or why you think."

'Well, not exactly, anyway.' She thought.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

'No.' Usagi thought, but spoke aloud "Yes. Just give me…" She paused, she didn't even know what time it was. "How long can I stay in here anyway?"

"As long as you need, it is still pretty early."

"Let me shower first, then you, and than we can head to the train station, I guess."

Showering. Showering would be good. It would buy her time, space (hopefully), and the ability to either sort through her feelings, and get her bearings again.

Hearing Mamoru sigh, Usagi gave a teeny smile in victory, no more interludes for Serenity at the moment.

"Breakfast will be here for you when you get out. Any special requests?"

"Coffee?" Came her hopeful reply. This would be the one time Usagi hoped she didn't fall asleep on the train.

Hearing Mamoru move away from the door, Usagi returned to her reflection, and mentally towards the now ever present Serenity. The tears, which hadn't quite stopped through the brief interruption, continued to fall, though her breathing had calmed down.

'Please don't tell me to calm down. You don't know how I feel-' Came her directed thoughts, which was confusing at best, but there really wasn't time to think on it.

'And you don't know how I feel-' Serenity started to retort, and Usagi found the end of her patience.

'WRONG, SERENITY! You are wrong!' Usagi slammed her fists against the sink's counter; so uncharistic of herself even she jumped at the noise. Usagi continued venting her outrage 'You're wrong because when this started for me, I've been doing this blind since the beginning! It has all been one giant unknown! You do not wish to know how I feel or wish to experience it; because you've never had to...everything was explained, every part of your purpose outlined in tradition. You had a mother who knew and trained you. Who guided you. I didn't even remember her face! Well guess what, 'princess?' I've already felt what you have; your loss, your pain, your fear. It has been my own!' Her mind emphasized each word as the short list grew. Tears continued to silently cascade down Usagi's face; yet the young princess in her own right did not sob.

Serenity continued to be silent.

Serenity's continued silence just allowed Usagi to yell internally 'How I could possibly remain calm, when everything I thought I knew from the moment I accepted my current fate as Sailor Moon and Princess Serenity-tell me how with everything I have accepted thus far, could so simply be relinquished to you, not even of my own free will, or choice whatsoever? The only time you appear to need me is if we battle? That definitely is not a balanced and equal partnership, 'benevolent' Princess of the Moon.'

Continued silence from her 'other half.'

Was Serenity listening for once?

Usagi waited another minute, staring into the mirror, as if staring at the other version of herself.

Continued silence. "Figures." Came Usagi's mutter and almost resentful; hateful glance at her own reflection. Usagi shook her head to attempt to clear her head, as she got the water ready for her shower: extra hot water. 'Go ahead in your silence!'

As Usagi stepped Into the steaming hot shower, she lasted all of 5 seconds before noting that it was much hotter than she actually had wanted. Grimacing and turning the temperature down to less than scalding, Usagi sighed in a brief moment of soliced contentment. The water really did nothing to help, but she still relished it.

Putting shampoo in her hair (not that the measly amount of hotel shampoo would actually do anything for her hair), and beginning to scrub, Usagi doubled over, clutching her head in pain.

Serenity broke her silence, matching Usagi's anger. 'You said you 'understood!' Where exactly did that compassion go?' Came the painful roar between Usagi's ears. Usagi managed to put a palm to one of the shower walls to steady/balance herself from falling and saving Mamoru of having to explain to her parents what happened.

'When your started taking away the two things that matter to me! When you look at him I cease to exist! When you keep telling me how things should be, or were, there is no room for hope! Because you're so damn set in your ways, there is no room for change!'

Usagi's tears continued, and she didn't care that she now sat in the tub sobbing. 'So much for that.' Came her own personal thoughts. She was grateful the water drowned out her pain.

Serenity finally spoke. ' Did you ever think that when you keep telling me of how things could be, I cease to exist?'

'No, you're still there…'

So that's what Mamoru and Endymion meant, Together ?

'Usagi, please, I just don't want to be alone… And he's the only one I have left. " She paused before continuing. "But he's right you know. Endymion isn't the same. He puts on little show and does it for my comfort but he's: they've changed. I don't know him in the same way. He's… Someone new to me too. What that means for us...I have no idea.'

'I don't either.'

'You feel intimidated by me- I get that. But, I'm so intimidated by living in this world and being unknown. It's what I wished for in other ways. But, at the same time there is no reason for anyone to listen, there is no reason for people to notice or care. Everything you do is from your heart, everything I did was because someone was watching. I think that clearly makes you the better of us.'

Usagi wasn't sure how to take it, but for the moment she felt like she could face the day. And maybe Mamoru.

Leaving the hotel happened rather briskly, Usagi refusing to acknowledge her wake up or the dream, just busying herself on her phone and trying to ward off Minako's questioning text messages. There were far to many, and this was arcade talk, not a text message talk. No doubt. Why had she even mentioned this to Minako in the first place? Minako's mind was just as bad as her dreams.

They settled into the train, and Serenity came forward, switching the bracelet over, and putting down the silly electronic device.

"Do you miss them?"

"Hmm? Who?"

"The Shitennou."

He paused, a momentary sadness passing his face. "Yes, I do. Why do you ask?"

She shook her head. "I've never been without them, my senshi I mean, for so long. And, even though I know those girls are like them, they aren't and I miss them so dearly. I can't imagine what it must be like for you. And, I'm sorry."

"It's not something I've really even thought about talking about. No one else even knows them, or atleast the good them."

"But I do. And I miss them too, in my own way. This little trip, it reminds me of us trying to escape them and their watch. It is so strange not to be followed everywhere."

"Based on that we were attacked yesterday, maybe we should."

Serenity gave him a glare. "How...how did you come to terms with all of this?"

"Mamoru has learned a lot of acceptance at being alone. I learned a lot from him in that respect. He has some quiet resiliency. But, I find the shitennou...I was so relieved that they were released from their betrayal, and never had to face it. Kunzite especially, he held such a high sense of honor, and for Metalia to brainwash him...forgiving himself would have been more of a challenge I think."

"He made Minako a better leader, you know. His precision and focus with her passion was an absolutely dangerous combination."

"It is also why we could sneak away together."

"Yes, that too…but I always wonder how much you bribed him."

Endymion laughed. "I only had to until he met her. Then while he would give me the speech- you know exactly the one about forbidden this, and promises that-, he'd also be making his own plans in his head for when I told him we were going anyway. That was our way."

She smiled wistfully. "They also had the best hiding places."

"Until we competed for them."

She laughed freely, "And then as each of them coupled off...the keeping up appearances just went to the wayside. Earth has always been a solace for us...And then we'd have our little private gatherings together. Zoisite would play the piano, and Mercury would just watch sitting next to him, and we'd all dance. Mako was the best dancer, even if Minako would never admit it. Rei would just relax; though she'd never stop negotiating with Jedite about every little thing. He loved to just antagonize her, and she would just play into the fun. It was so beautiful those nights."

"Those nights turned into very early mornings. You never saw them after you guys went home, and the next day I had to deal with their attitudes, the little frustrating ways they would mope about. The poor kids Kunzite taught in the morning, they always had it the worst, especially with field practice."

"Ami did some tutoring of important kids in the palace, and those were the days she was the most unprepared. Oh, the rumors!"

He laughed. "Was she?"

"Love is like her genius antidote." She paused. "I really do miss them."

It fell into silence for a few minutes, as they looked for something else to say.

"You should give the present day girls a chance."

She shook her head. "I know Usagi loves them. And when I'm around them, I see the glimmer of their past selves and then it disappears as fast as it came. And that hurts, and they have no idea. It is uncanny really."

"I think...we're the same people in different circumstances. Our hearts, our motivations, our beliefs...they are exactly the same. It is just...the environment really."

"I don't know what I believe."

Serenity fell into silence, and flipped her bracelet. She could talk another time.