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A/N: Welcome to the heavily anticipated second chapter! And might I say on my behalf, I am sorry for my uncultured mind and thinking 7/11 was not in Japan (freaking based in it too?!) you learn something new everyday I guess lol sorry thank you to the reviewers such as Antigone2 and Angel Therra for pointing that out as well as my co-author, CassieRaven. I'm sorry lol hopefully you all love this chapter and weren't too discouraged from my mistake lol Thank you to my co-author CassieRaven and her creative little mind for creating some muses for my otherwise boring mind. Enjoy and please, tell us what you think in the reviews!

Chapter Two

The hot water squirted out of the showerhead as the shampoo suds from my long hair circled around my small feet. I felt it beating on my scalp and face, washing away all the dirt and sweat. I looked down at the floor of the tub, droplets of water falling all around my version. I closed my eyes as the turmoil in my mind was released and the wetness, not from the shower, ran down my face.

It was getting harder….

Harder to hide everything from Naru, the girls, my family, Luna….

I could laugh, smile, joke but after I would feel that numbing pain in my heart, the ache and stress of the deepening cut. That cut, the hole, the one that couldn't be filled with anything except the piece that was missing, like an unsolved puzzle waiting to be finished. The most weirdest and random things would remind me of him like colorful jackets, the smell of coffee, odangos for sell, fresh roses….

For god sakes, I thought I saw him behind a rack of sparkly bras at Victoria's Secret just today. I was seeing him everywhere I looked and I thought I was going crazy when I would see mops of familiar black hair in the crowd or people sporting green coats. I saw him everywhere… even my dreams, dreams that included us just talking and laughing not arguing or bickering, some included us kissing and getting lost in each other. I never even got to tell him how I felt or…...

It almost made me laugh bitterly to know that I was missing him of all people, I would have if it wasn't for everything that we've been through. Its felt like months since I've heard someone call me 'Odango', Rei's stopped because she knows how I feel.

All the girls are treating me like glass, like I'm fragile, as if one wrong move or sentence would send me spiraling down to the floor and shattering into a million pieces. It was unsettling and made me feel worse that they would go that far.

Everyday it became worse and when I saw h-him…

It wasn't him, I told myself that, the girls and Luna told me that. Mamoru wasn't Mamoru, it was some dark twisted man that the Dark Kingdom created. I saw that at the most recent attack at the manor, I saw it at the hair salon. He was a vindictive, ruthless man who aligned himself with the enemy. It wasn't Mamoru, it was a sick version of Endymion. I repeated it to myself even now as I rubbed the smelly vanilla scent into my skin. 'It wasn't him, he's buried, lost…'

But was there no chance that maybe a sliver of Mamoru was left in him, a part that I can save?

I never shared these dangerous thoughts with the rest of the group because I know what they would say.

It was hopeless and a lost cause, they would chant. Mamoru was gone and I couldn't get him back but I refused to believe that. He's still there, he has to be….

I turned off the showerhead and snatched up the white puffy towel, wrapping it around my dripping body. I step out, looking over myself and began to dry and wring out my hair.

After combing it of knots as well, and dropping the towel on the floor, I reached for my bra and underwear, slipping them on my flushed arms and legs.

But just after clipping my bra clasp, something in the air changed. A crippling feeling hit my gut that made my breath go.

It was just…...darkness creeping in everywhere, leaving goosebumps and shivers up my body.

Ever since remembering and the awakening of my past self, I've been able to sense people, their auras for example. Even when I was with my friends and family, I could see the thin line or glow around them, describing who they were in a simple color; Ami had a shy light blue, Mako a vibrant strong green, Rei a fiery fierce red, Minako a sunshine gold and so on. When they were in close range, I could feel their feelings and energies resonate inside of me. It was a surprising and sometimes frightening ability to discover but it was helpful in some situations, such as now.

This energy, it was dark and suffocating, nothing like my friends or family. Luna was out with Artemis and Minako so it couldn't even be her; sometimes her foul mood could make her colors appear darkish espically around me.

Only one other dark aura echoed in my mind and I immediately tense and fell still.

A Dark Kingdom member was in my house….walking around apparently, if the heavy footsteps I heard were correct. My hands shook as I dove for the bag that I threw on the floor earlier. I mentally thank Luna for drilling the rule of always having my transformation brooch on myself as I quietly but quickly got dressed, set on confronting whoever had the nerve to come into my house.

The changes in my present life, the discovery of my past life, it all caused me to realize that I needed to take charge, have maturity, learn to fight my battles because one day I will have to. I'll face the worst and sometimes Usagi will have to take a backseat in those situations and let the moon guardian run through. I needed to be a protector, a leader. I can't, I won't call on my friends.

I clenched the small compact as I let my t-shirt fall on me.

My family will not be harmed, my house is off limits and those monsters need to know that.

Room after room after room…

I searched through the house endlessly looking for that damn guardian but no golden hair was to be seen in any nook or cranny. The house was fairly big but small enough for me to find a person so she couldn't be hiding unless I highly underestimated her tiny frame. I walked back upstairs to look through her cluttered room again.

It was decorated with pink, bunnies, photographs, clothes mixed with food wrappings littered on the floor. It was a mess and almost impossible to rummage through without causing everything to be shifted dramatically. My first goal was to locate her golden brooch so that even if she had the time to transform, she wouldn't have it. But what the hell could you find in this trash bin.

I found myself, during my fruitless search, examining those photographs strung up around her mirror and pinned into a cork board colored brightly. A majority of the portraits were of her and people in her life I presume, ridiculous looks on their faces. Some were of those two people I had seen in the car earlier. 'Her parents probably and that young boy may be her brother judging by looks,' I thought, observing the young boy with sandy strands of hair that resembled his older sibling's to a T.

It was her family and her friends, all smiling like fools in every picture with the girl, acting as if they had reached their peak in happiness….

A twitch in my heart broke me from my looking and I circled the bed chambers again, frustrated how me, a general of a powerful kingdom and force, couldn't find one fifteen-year-old girl in a fairly small house.

I raked my hand through my already unruly dark hair, so firmly perplexed and infuriated at my situation that I spoke out loud in a hiss, "Where is she?! I searched every room in the house damn it!"

"Maybe you should have looked in the bathroom?"

I stilled my movements instantly. Now I heard the door creak, now I heard her breathing, now I heard her heart beating rapidly against her chest. I was too full of myself to hear it before in my haste but now….now I could feel her presence and fear.

And painting a smirk on my lips, I slowly turned around to fully take in my enemy, in all her dripping wet pajama-wearing glory, clenching a shimmering gold brooch in her hand.

My lips curled even more upward. 'So that's where it was...the girl has it on her 24/7.' But it was no bother to me because even as a soldier, she could never stand a chance. "Sailor Moon…...how nice seeing you here?"

'How nice seeing you here?' Seriously?! This is my bedroom! In MY HOUSE! I stood in the doorway of my bedroom feeling both irritated and tense. But also a tinge of happiness that he was here, before my eyes, and further more surprised seeing Mamoru-no...Prince Endymion...Prince of the Dark Kingdom in my bedroom, standing there as if I hadn't witnessed him silently going through my things amongst my room like he had every right to be. Freaking snooping through my personal belongings, really!?

I take it back, I'm starting to feel more irritated and furious with him now, but I refuse to react by going off the handrails and shouting at him like I would with Mamoru. My princess instincts, or princess sixth sense, are telling me to remain calm, to not bolt out of this room or even call my senshi.

My own Moon senshi instincts were telling me to do the opposite and just take Endymion to the ground with a push or punch before letting him heal and retaliate. Or to call the girls and Luna. No, he's probably expecting me to do that. Or he's expecting me to start breaking down in tears and question what he's doing here.

It's better if I handle this very carefully, calmly, rationally, and maturely...he isn't expecting me to act this way, or what I am about to do. I needed to throw him off.

So calmly, I gaze at him, looking up and down his form with a raised eyebrow before finding my voice to say simply, "Seeing how you are standing inside my bedroom, inside my house, of course one would see me in here."

His dark eyebrow arched at my sentence. Perfect.

"Excuse me but you're in my way Endymion," I retort with a firm but slightly sarcastic and unapologetic voice, as I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I brushed past him rudely to my vanity desk. I slipped my brooch into my pajama pant's pocket, taking a seat at my pink chair, tossing my bath towel on to a pile of laundry laid on the floor nearby.

I kept my eyes on him through my vanity table's mirror as I began combing my hair, placing them up into two pigtails with hair rubber bands as he looked on at me as if he was shell shocked by what I had just said. I wasn't scared. He was completely and utterly alone by himself, with me inside my home.

I had only sensed his presence there, so Endymion didn't have any youma or anyone like General Kunzite with him, or I would have felt it earlier. Plus, I wasn't worried about him trying to get my moon wand seeing how it was safely kept hidden away in my subspace pocket.

Though he was alone, I was aware that he was probably armed still with a dagger or sword but I knew he wouldn't harm me. I could sense that he wasn't fueled with enough rage or anger to want to be violent, there was annoyance and frustration but no murderous tendencies I could feel. I could just sense it, maybe it was from knowing how Endymion in my past life had been, that it was enough to know his emotions and body language now. Maybe.

Had he wanted to, I felt he would have already attacked me immediately the second he started stalking or following me...especially when he had all of this time right now to attack me, even the second I had came into the house completely alone when my parents had left me.

If he had wanted to capture me or hurt me, then he would have done it already. Yes, there has to be a reason why he's here and I am going to find out...with the only way I know how to get a reaction out of this man, evil or annoying.

"You're welcome to just stand here and let your legs get cramped with being tense or you can take a seat on my bed," I looked through the mirror at him, "Your choice Endymion. There is a reason why you're here after breaking and entering into my bedroom, I'm sure. Well unless it's your life's mission to try being a hentai, peeping in on innocent school girls like myself."

I couldn't help but address him with a flare of sassy wit, as I almost half-smiled, wrapping one of my pigtails into the royal trademark hair buns as his eyes grew at me first in shock then to quick irritation.

It seems like I had gotten the reaction I was hoping for.

I already felt my mouth growing dry and parched. Who the hell was she? Speaking to me as if I was an unwanted visitor, which I was, but more she was acting as if I was an annoying bug meant to be squashed.

My urge to engage some kind of anger or fighting spirit in her began to grow. Why had she put away the transformation brooch? How had she sensed me so easily? Why is she so damn freaking calm right now?!

I watched with red eyes as the girl had the nerve to fashion her hairstyle, acting like I wasn't there, that infuriating smirk on her lips and the tilt of her voice made my blood boil. It almost felt like it was routine, that I've been through this before, this anger building within me was the familiar.

Pushing it to the side, I listened to my inner voice that insisted that I jump the girl, start a brawl that she has yet to start. But I don't. Something made me uneasy and so for once, I ignored my thoughts and complied with my enemy.

In one stride, I lowered myself on the crumpled bed full of twisted pink sheets, a scowl painted on my face. 'What are you going to do now guardian?'

To my shock, and anger, she shifted her eyes to my movement but went back to her task, not so much as a flash of shock flew past her face. Confusion and anger grew within me once again. Where was the screaming, crying, clumsy girl I would seen all day? More importantly, where was the screaming, crying, clumsy guardian I've grown hatred and fondness for?

I no longer had time to battle with my perplexed thoughts or the nonchalant girl in front of me. I'll play her little game and make her forfeit. "Thank you," I throw her a sarcastic grin, "I appreciate the hospitality."

"Your welcome," her eyes remained trained on the stream of wet gold she was currently wrapping around her bun of hair. For god sakes, she could at least look at me!

"I don't know what you are playing but I don't have time or really the patience for it," I growled out. "I'll give you one chance, and only one chance, to freely hand over the Silver Crystal otherwise I'll pry it from your hands."

Finally, I see her pause and look at me through the mirror, a serious expression etched on her delicate features. I had her attention, it was a miracle. "Give it to me and I promise these house calls won't be a regular occurence."

She looked away once more, pinning her hair into place and settled her hands on the table, speaking with a calm and balanced voice, "I won't give it to you."

I frowned and my hand very slowly inched towards my sword, readying for some kind of surprise senshi attack. Maybe she was trying to stall me? "I urge you Moon, a lot of humans will be spared suffering if you just give it to me. Better yet, point me in the right direction and I'll just snatch it away."

The composed and relaxed look on her face didn't budge but her strong eyes quickly found mine as she stared through the mirror and again, "I won't give it to you."

A look of disdain crossed my face and I shot up from the bed. Did she not know that I could kill her right now? I won't but she surely should be aware of the fact.

"You idiot, do you not understand that people, your family will be put into risk because of your stupidity! Because you refuse to admit to defeat to an already lost war!"

"I won't give you the crystal. I'll never give you the crystal, more people would be in danger if I did," she simply says, her voice only wavering a fraction as another fearless look was presented.

"Then I'll summon youma, maybe seeing your family and friends at risk will knock some reality into you!," I threatened, even though I knew it was a lie.

Her eyes connected with mine once more through the mirror, a flash of raw emotion flew past them and I heard no fear or doubt in her next statement, her mouth almost twitching into a warm smile, "You won't, I know you won't."

But then I understood. She knew that I won't make a move. She knew.

Frustrated, I turned from her and made my way to her decorated wall of photos, examining them with fire running through my veins. All I saw in the small rectangles were smiles, laughter, happiness, and….love.

"I don't understand you," I declared out loud roughly. "I don't understand any of you even though I've studied and researched all about your kind, I don't get it. The way you all live, the way you all act, it just confuses me. Most importantly I don't understand your feelings and emotions. How you all seem to find friendship, companionship, family….they're just words to me. How do you-"

When I rotated back, I realized how much my curiosity affected her as I was met with an intense gaze on me. She longer was looking through the mirror, no, she was turned and looking straight at me, dead in the eye and I couldn't seem to shift my sight away from her unreadable look. Her vibrant blue hues were filled with so much feeling, powerful emotion and I felt myself swallow and try to maintain my confidence.

"You don't understand us," she questioned, one of her shaky hands reaching up to slowly push a silky stream of hair off her shoulder, exposing a creamy spot of (I'm just guessing) soft skin.

"Y-yes," I was quickly feeling uncomfortable and small under her gaze, "I don't understand how you are always willing to protect strangers, how you care for your friends, how you….care about the planet. It confuses me to no end why you want to fight for something so"- I was able to shift my eyes to the photo wall again- "foolish and short-lived."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, all those people out there that you fight for"- I threw my hands up - "They're all going to die one day. Everyone dies one day, even you, even me, even your family. So why are you so dedicated in protecting people who will meet their demise anyway?"

I saw her gulp, but with her head up, she rose from her chair, waves of gold catching the moonlight peeking through the near window. "I'm dedicated to protecting them because at the end of a life, it doesn't matter the length but the people around you. It doesn't matter how short life is, but what you did in that short life, who you affected. Life is short but beautiful and that's why all those people should enjoy it, with no fear or problems."

I was surprised but impressed by her answer, I'll give her that much. But I wasn't moved in the slightest. "I've seen your lives," I spat, "It just seems a whole lot of you go through pain and suffering."

"That's the beauty of life though," she answered causally, still staring at me, a glint of an emotion I couldn't name in those blue oceans of eyes and somehow I felt her words, "You have to go through pain to know happiness and love."

I narrowed my dark eyes at her, "Is it really that worth it? Mere things such as happiness and love are that powerful for you to willingly go through pain to obtain them? How is that possible?"

Then, her crystal blue eyes narrowed at me, in confusion but then they grew more clear and almost shocked, all of which made my stomach grow in huge knots. "You've never felt those emotions have you? You w-want to know, your curious to understand and feel love, aren't you?"

My blood boiled, I saw red, and my thin patience snapped in half as I stepped hurriedly to her with flaming eyes. I finally saw fear in her eyes as I backed her into the wall in a few long strides, a mere few inches between us. There was a huge height difference from where I towered, she barely came up to the top of my chest so I bent my head down just a centimeter so that my words could flow into her ear.

"You do not know one thing about me," I whispered softly but an edge to my tone, satisfied as I heard her fast breathing. This girl had no right to declare such things about me. No right at all.

"But I do," I heard her whisper causing me to look down and once again get caught in her captivating gaze, "I know you're probably confused and curious about it. You want to know if you can feel it."

"That's ridiculous," I responded with disgust, flaring my nostrils when her scent assaulted my senses, "Only you mere humans, terrains of Earth, are capable of that trash."

"No," she softly spoke and I watched with shock as she rose a hand to gently rest on my chest, "I can feel and hear your heart beating, that means you can feel."

Emotions ran high in my mind as I stared at her warm hand on my chest. Where her hand lay, just above my beating heart, I felt that spot tingle and her warmth seeping through my uniform as well. Why did she have such an affect on me? It's like her glow and kindness was spreading to me and my own body. Who the hell was this Usagi Tsukino? How could she- I've only seen her in battle as Sailor Moon, I've only known her as Sailor Moon. Usagi, however, was a new person.

A new person who was now giving me a small warm smile, one that did strange things to my stomach.

I step away with a look of contempt that I had to force, and her hand fell limp just like her face that shifted back to an unreadable one.

I grew even more frustrated. "You don't know anything, you think that hope and love will always win but you have no idea what you're talking about. They are stupid and useless things that only make people weak and pained. And that, that is how you guardians will lose. You'll lose because of your foolish beliefs of achieving peace and happiness."

"You think that love and warmth, kindness will be my downfall. The reason that I will lose to you?" Her eyes were so confused and curious as she took a step or two towards my form, making me take a few back which I despised.

"Yes, you'll die from your foolish attempts," I declare as if it is a fact of law.

"Then how come you haven't attacked me?"

I stilled. "Why haven't you attacked me?" It was all my mind could muster, throwing back her question.

"I didn't attack or transform because I knew that if I showed you kindness, if I showed something you wouldn't except, that you wouldn't harm me," she explained with wide and hopeful eyes. "Endymion, I know you won't harm me, not intentionally. I know you, so I gave you kindness and nothing more than a glance when I saw you in my home."

Confusion was imbedded in my brain. How was this warrior, this protector, so insightful on me? More importantly, how could this self-proclaimed soldier call themselves such as that but do not attack their enemies? My hatred grew for her, her people, her life, her ability to know such things about me that others shouldn't know, her way to see what I crave….

"You're ludicrous to believe such things and how you have treated me," I coldly said. "I'm your enemy, your nemesis."

"But you're still human," she spoke softly, voice still firm, "You still have thoughts and hopes I'm sure."

I couldn't take her presence anymore. I had to leave even if it was without the crystal, so be it. I strode past her, knocking my armoured shoulder into hers, hard, and coming to the open window I entered through, I paused, turning around to throw her one more look, "I'll see you on the battlefield Moon."

I was about to jump out but then-

"You are welcome to come again!"

I completely stilled my movements as a chill of something ran up my spine, I refuse to admit it was hope and delight. My eyebrow upturned once I was facing her again, I'm sure my face was ceased and bewildered in every sense. "What?"

"You-you are welcome to come when I'm alone again," she continued with trusting eyes but I could see etches of worry in them, longing. "It must get lonely wherever you are…..and if you ever need to talk, if you ever have questions, if you need a meal I-I'll be here Endymion. No fighting or attacks and no talking about the Silver Crystal, those are the only conditions though that come along with the visiting privileges ."

Her offer, before, would have been laughable and ridiculous to my ears. But now….

"Thanks for the offer," I said coldly, "But I highly doubt I'll take you up on it, Usagi."

And without another farewell, I fell from the window and into the open dark gates of the portal conjured on the ground below, black smoke blurring my vision.

I fell to my knees as the whole interaction had taken so much of my strength, my heart beated out of my chest from seeing him. He was just here, talking to me but I wanted him to stay, to just talk to me, even if his words were cold and meaningless, emotionless to me in every way. But I didn't care because it was still his voice…..

I was furious in the beginning, images of him going through my diaries and notebooks, underwear and bra drawer, my laundry….

He had no right to go through my stuff, probably in search of the crystal or my broach, it was angering to no freaking end at his invasion of my privacy and deepest belongings.

But the looks and voice he gave while he talked, I realized his intentions. Yes, he had come for the crystal but maybe he was looking for something else too. Maybe answers to his questions. He craved to know about my life, lives of humans like mine, how we find happiness and enjoyment in our lives. Maybe just maybe….

I can show him. I can show him and maybe he'll remember how he used to give my life happiness and joy.

Tears of frustration escaped my eyes, his last words haunting me. I could bring him back if he wasn't so stubborn, so lost. But he had to come back…..he had to.

I eyed the dinner plates from last night's supper resting on my table. One of the youma had left it there for me to eat but I ignored them after returning from my little visit with the Moon guardian. The food was always so bland and tasteless but the others all seemed to enjoy it with pleasure.

"Prince Endymion? Do you need an-"

"Leave! I wish to not be disturbed."

"Yes sir!" The frail youma quickly left, judging by the sound of the door closing. I recognized their voice as one of the smaller, can be easily killed in battle so they took the job of attending to the Generals instead. Many were entertaining to spare with since you would always win but some were just so quiet and-

I realized how bored I was then, thinking about my servants to fill the boredom pit in my mind. That youma being the only interaction I've had all day since Beryl had already dismissed me from training, something about resting and relishing the time being but I had a feeling that the little crystal ball of hers was sensing my conflicted mood. Kunzite was still healing so even the bone-head was unavailable for a witty argument.

With heavy feet I lifted myself from my canopy bed and through the curtains to reach the vanity in the vast bed chambers.

"Show me Azabu-Juban Downtown."

Immediately, on the surface of the mirror, live images were brought forth for my viewing. Humans hand in hand, walking and smiling, enjoying their sunshine filled day in the glimmering streets of Juban, lined with shops and restaurants of their choosing while children who were let out of school, ran down the sidewalks chasing each other.

Even though I had a look of disgust, on the inside I whimpered.

I was different from the all the other Dark Kingdom members, I knew this much, but could I really be that different as to say that I envy the Terrans? The raw emotions, the feelings, and relationships they had, it seemed so, desirable.

My dream maiden popped up once more in my mind, again I had the fantasy last night after returning. Those visions also raised several questions such as who the girl was, why she said such things, why I seem to have a reaction to her….

It was question after question and it seems maybe going to this girl- Usagi -would help. She said that I was welcome anytime, to talk or to ask my questions as long as I were to follow her guidelines of not fighting or asking about that damn crystal.

I practically growled out my next vocal command, "Bring forth the Tsukino residence."

The images paused and contorted into the image of that painfully white house. I watched on as the front door swung open to those two older people from yesterday, Usagi's parents. "Audio."

"-sorry sweetheart but is it our fault that Shingo's team is winning the playoffs and continues to advance on?"

"Yea, yea it is because it's you guys that keep cheering on the little booger's friends and making them have hope in winning!"

"Usagi honey, relax. We'll be home late again but just eat some of that pork I made for lunch. You'll be fine!"

"Mom!"

"Enough, we're leaving hon!"

I observed as the adults got into the red vehicle, honking at Usagi in farewell, and sped out of view. Usagi stood at the front door still, an annoyed look on her adorable features that I found myself smirking to. Her blonde streams shook as she turned and walked back into her home.

Maybe I can-

No! I will not give in! I sneer at myself, for thinking such a thought. That idiotic flutter blossomed again and I almost vomited. This was insane, I don't need some girl comforting me, certainly not my enemy of all people. I should be disgusted, repulsed, revolted, scolded…

But somehow, I found my eyes still looking at the simple two story house with an odd sensation shooting right to my chest, making me quiver.

Late-night TV wasn't always a cure in some cases, like this one. All there was on was some game show reruns and foreign soap operas that faked deaths and had love affair children. Even my favorite shows didn't hold me on. Maybe I was the problem. Not the shows.

I trekked up the stairs to my bedroom in a simple night top and clothes, my hand stuffed down a bucket of popcorn I made earlier. I already ate the leftover pork but somehow even the numerous dishes of leftovers wasn't filling the void that I had within me since last night.

It was a hopeless cause but Luna always said that I seem to find the light in most dark situations. I missed her presence but her position for now remained at the arcade command center, keeping track of tasks and being updated on any new moves from the Dark Kingdom. I knew that but I was still saddened when I didn't have the little furball pestering me about my studies and waking me up late.

It's something you got used to and never took to appreciate until it was gone.

Like Mamoru.

The forgotten name made my heart ache and tears to well in my eyes but I just pushed my door open and focused on my dark room. I was going to bed soon so I kept the lights off except for the one small night light plugged into a wall that sent shadows dancing around my room.

With annoyance, I spotted a stain of sauce on my plain t-shirt so I lifted it, exposing my blue sports bra from gym class that day. I threw the dirty t-shirt on the growing heap of laundry mindlessly as I was about to grab another from my overflowing dresser which I had found no time to organz-

"You said I could come anytime?"

I yelped and jumped in the air as I turned frantically to greet the burglar, ready to sock them or kick them for entering my home, my room. But I felt my legs go almost numb as I stared dumbly at the armoured man before me, the dark red eyes underneath the black fringe of his bangs, seemingly glowing through the darkness of my room. I gripped the clean shirt to my chest, covering the exposed skin and felt the trembling of my limbs as I held it.

He came….he actually came….

I found myself smiling, hoping that maybe I did have a chance in saving him, that it wasn't a lost cause. My voice came but it was quiet and shaky, doubting the whole vision as a figment of my depressed imagination, "Yea, a-anytime."

He gave me, what he probably thinks, a blank expression but I knew him too well now to not notice the flash of relief and pleading. "Well, how about now?"

And I found myself nodding, a warm smile curling, as he stepped further into the room…..

Another cliffhanger! You hate us don't you? But next chapter shouldn't take as long so please review and tell us what you think!