They were making out quite passionately in the mist. He knew he wasn't the one making out because he could see the forms quite firmly despite the blurry surroundings. He walked closer to the two and he could see the woman he loved in the arms of a man with black hair. Never having to see his own hair by the back, he was doubtful even in his dreams he'd have received her attentions to the extent which she was bestowing this miraculous stranger.
Anger and a sense of outrageous jealousy stemmed at the man who was marking her soft rose petal lips as his own. Mamoru reached down and tore the man away from her, staring into the eyes of the man, which were an exact replica of his. Only, they weren't exactly the same, these eyes were passion ridden and softer than the image in the mirror professed Mamoru's eyes to be everyday as he stared in the reflection. The man that was but wasn't him seemed to come to his senses, and the hard glint that was so familiar to Mamoru reappeared in the stranger's eyes. But even the hard glint wasn't exactly the same.
That was when Mamoru realized he wasn't looking at himself, but an older version by a few years dressed in clothing that was extremely strange to him, but yet had a sense of deja vu. His sight snapped away from the predicament as the object of his affections rose from the seated bench.
The mist was changing colors, from the soft gentle romantic gray to more of poignant silver to shades of pinks and blues.
She moved to the look-a-like and wrapped her arm through his, looking at Mamoru carefully as if seeing through him before turning her attention back to the man at her side. "Endy, what's wrong, why'd you jerk away so suddenly?" She questioned her voice laced with concern.
"Don't you see him Sere?" He looked down to her soft golden hair with the traditional trademark ordangos sitting on top, although effectively mused by their make out session.
"See who Endy?" She rested her head on his arm, not tall enough to lay it on his shoulder.
Mamoru looked closely at the woman, she too was older than he remembered her, the age gap still visible between them, but they both seemed so mature even for their ages.
"He's right in front of us love, he tore me away from you." The man Mamoru knew only as 'Endy', which he doubted was his whole name, waved at Mamoru a steel in his voice Mamoru had never attempted to use before.
"Did he really?" She now sounded a bit patronizing, something 'Endy' didn't seem to appreciate, and Mamoru smirked at his obvious frustration.
'Endy' ran a frustrated hand through his dark black hair and glared balfully at his love. "Serenity Grace, he looks just like me! Don't tell me you can't see him through this fog, you are one of the most receptive people I know!"
She winced at his tone and took a step back. "Excuse Mr. Endymion, but I just don't happen to see him!" She huffed, but knowing it was important to her love turned once more to look directly at Mamoru. She obviously still didn't see him because she stalked a few steps in his direction before firm hands caught her at the waist.
"Sere, don't go prancing into something you can't see!" Endymion reprimanded her, but Serenity was only inches from Mamoru.
She waved in his direction in a big arc. "I still don't see your clone Endy." She sighed softly, her hand nearly came into contact with his head and Mamoru ducked out of the way, popping back up to take her hand into his, but his went straight through hers.
It gave Mamoru an idea and he closed the few inches Endymion was seemingly unaware of and attempted to kiss this 'Serenity' who looked so much like his own love.
His head went straight through hers and he groaned in anger, it mounting as Endymion started laughing. "What's so funny?" Serenity demanded.
"Nothing, just the phantoms have come out to play, seriously underestimating their abilities." Endymion pulled her away from him and tried to lead her down another path.
"But Endymion, why would the phantoms come out now, here?" She inquired as she reluctantly followed him. "And why would they appear only to you, looking like you?"
"I can answer the first one, we're having a good time, and they want to join. Here on Earth ghosts like to stick around for mischief. As to your second question, we're closer to the cemetery than I had originally thought, but not to worry, ghosts are just shadows and they cannot harm us. Apparently least of all you, you must not have the genetic make up for ghosts to actually touch you." He teased as he worked on making more of a mess of her hair.
"And my last one?" She insisted. "Why would they choose to look like you?"
"I don't know love. It's a mystery to me as well, generally they look like those that died. Perhaps it is one of my great-great grandfathers or perhaps they were trying to confuse the great Endymion." He boosted in light manner, taking most, but not all of the arrogance out of his last two words.
"The great Endymion?" She wondered lightly as they disappeared in the turning green fog and Mamoru wondered if it was turning into smoke.
"Wait!" He called out, chasing after them, why were they talking about the Earth like that, who were they and where would they have been if not on Earth? He caught sight of their forms every once in awhile, catching snit bits of Serenity mocking Endymion, but that was all that he got out of them.
The air was closing in around him and his eyes itched with the sensation of smoke filling them. He heard a scream in the distance, in the far-reaching corridor of his mind, and knew it had not come from around him, but knew the source instantly. Sailor Moon was in trouble, and it was reality, not a dream, at the latest news of it. The smoke cleared and he was greeted with a wake up call of incredible pain in his stomach, he knew it came from her, not him, and he was almost surprised not to see blood pouring out his as the pain's intensity increased.
Not wasting another second on contemplation for how these feelings occurred, he transformed as he ran to his balcony, the apartment bought for this purpose only, and the closeness to school so he could leave late and run into his love without actually arriving late to class.
He grabbed hold of the rail; slick with the rain he had not noticed a few hours before. His grasp faltered at the contact coinciding with another jab of pain in his leg this time, and wondered at the point of trying to kill him before he could reach her and save her from uncertain death.
As if considering his thoughts to be on the path of wisdom, he did not feel her pain anymore but the sense of urgency did not leave him, it was just being held back, the pain that obviously still held her.
An overwhelming fear that slipped through her barriers crashed into him with the knowledge she had never felt so scared then at that moment. He was scrambling now, just to get there as soon as he could, he would not fail her so completely.
He arrived on the scene of the battle and almost felt himself loose his dinner, perhaps even his lunch if it still lingered somewhere in his body. Blood was scattered everywhere, and he was sure it was human blood.
A scream ripped through him, and it had nothing to do with the bond between him and Sailor moon. The scream was toe curling and he was there lightning fast to see the rest of the senshi on the ground hopeless to help, all of them were entwined in the stickiest looking goop around a spider web individually. His eyes instantly sought for their leader and landed on the puddle of blond hair, limbs and fuku, also covered in the goop, but also in the most blood he had seen so far. His stomach protested at the sight, but he could not tear his eyes away from the riveting scene. She was still quivering as a jumbled of nerves and despite her looking almost dead she was determined to stand up again. It was there that he saw what had caused this mess, a giant spider bigger than any of them was multiplying into a slightly smaller spider and a giant ball of green goop equal in size to the shrunken spider.
The poor girl didn't have a chance to get out of the way as she looked petrified at the spider and its toy.
The ball rolled closer to her, in no hurry now that it had gotten its prey exactly where it wanted it. The spider's eyes started to glow a more sinister red as it looked at her as if she was a meal to be savored.
What Tuxedo Kamen, the transformed version of him, wanted to know was where were the generals that always lingered the battle. His answer came from behind him.