Alright, here's the first chapter of my story. It's going to be interesting, once I figure out where each characters personality is going. My idea is that since they haven't had Usagi around, their personalities are going to be different then what we're use to. I hope you like this first chapter. I'm definitely writing it as I go. I've got very few plans for where this will go.

As for how Luna knew that Usagi was to have been Sailor Moon, it would have just been a feeling that she sensed in the grave. She would have felt something different in her presence. And Luna didn't know that Serenity and Sailor Moon were one in the same. So Luna would think that the Princess was still alive.

Worth Dying For

By: Meghan McLaws

6 Years Later

"Why haven't we seen the Shitennou? What the hell are they doing?" The raven hair girl said, pacing back and forth in the small room. Her small heels clicked with each step she took, the speed just as furious as her words. The 4 others in the room, plus two felines, tried to follow the girl as she moved, but between the length of her hair and her pace, the most they saw was a blur of black and clothing.

The blunette shrugged, "My guess is that they've moved on. The attacks have decreased since we've been here. Obviously, she's not here either. We've got to try and get ahead of them." She said, typing furiously on the small computer that was never far from her reach. She paused for a moment, pushing the thin frames up on her face, only to continue using her laptop.

"And you haven't picked up on them? For Kami-sama sakes, we've been fighting these bastards for the past 6 years. You'd think that we would have locked onto their signals by now. There's 4 of them." Makoto said, her fist punching her own hand as she sat in the small chair, tipping it back a few inches. Her long legs held her in place, while the black cat curled into the crook that she created.

The blonde sighed, feeling more defeated than ever. She set the white feline down onto one of the beds and stood, "So we move on. Again." She said, making the executive decision. Of course, they all knew what that meant. Another set of rooms, more identities, and more bull that none of them wanted to deal with.

For the past 2 years, they had been all over the world. At first, they thought nothing of it as they slowly moved from Tokyo to the mainland. And then they crossed through China and into India. They moved on from there, leaving everything behind and saving the areas they were in. But within a month or two, the attacks had moved on, and so did they. Working their way across Asia, the group went up to Europe, then down to Africa and across to South America. They were currently in a hotel room in Brazil, where the humidity made the battles that much worse. And still, they had no lead. Nothing that might even hint at where the Princess might be. They were flying in the dark, nothing to guide them, nothing to go on.

As time went on, it was harder and harder to convince each other that it was worth it. They only thing that kept them going were their dreams. The Princess, on a regular basis, told the girls to not lose hope. That they were getting closer with each journey. Whether or not the Princess was the true source of the dreams was another debate all together.

The lone man stood off by himself, staring out into the bustling city. His mind was far from the hotel room in São Paulo. Instead, he was focused on the moon, as he was most nights. It hung above him as a constant reminder of his failure. He tried not to blame himself for the death of the girl who was to be Sailor Moon. After all, he'd been barely a boy himself. But the senshi of the moon would have known what to look for. A moon senshi would have been able to defeat the Shitennou years earlier. None of the girls' attacks had been powerful enough. With the help of the senshi of the moon…

He couldn't help feeling like he'd let them all down. There should have been something he could have done. But there wasn't. Nothing he could do now could bring back the one girl who was to be Sailor Moon. And with that loss, the senshi were incomplete. He didn't tell the girls about how desperately he needed the Princess. They knew of his role in the past, but never of his relationship with the Princess. That was the secret he kept to himself. It was the one thing that he didn't have to debate them about. His dreams were filled with her. Her scent, that special combination of sweet spices and tuberose, seemed to surround him as soon as he closed his eyes. She haunted him, sitting with him as they once had, holding his hand, comforting him, and urging him on. It was almost like slow torture, and he needed it to stop. He'd gone through a period of addiction, needing those dreams so much that he took pills to prolong his sleep.

His whole life seemed to be on hold as they searched. He'd finished college, but never applied for any medical schools. The girls all finished high school, but they didn't try for a single college. Their own personal goals were no longer important. The only thing that mattered was finding the Princess. Once that was accomplished, they would be able to move on, hopefully with her.

Minako watched Mamoru's back, her heart going out to the man completely. He didn't realize how deeply she could feel his pain. It was as if it was her own. The senshi of love felt his devotion to the Princess, and he didn't even realize that she knew. There wasn't much she could do about it. And it broke her heart to know that each day that they we unsuccessful in finding the Princess, the more he doubted they ever would. She tried to get him to open up, but he just ventured further into himself. She knew the only person who would be able to bring him out of his deep depression would be his Princess.

"So where to now?" Makoto asked, standing up pack the suitcase that was in the closet. "We have no leads, no idea where these guys are now. We're shooting in the fucking dark here." She pulled out the dark green luggage, throwing it onto the bed. "It's not like we know exactly what we're looking for. Hell, I don't even think that the Shitennou know what to look for."

Ami watched Makoto walked back and forth between the tall dresser, each load filling her suitcase a little more. "We could consider this an advantage. For all we know, they have no idea what they're looking for either. Most likely, they're just attacking to see if they can flush her out. If we can get ahead of them, maybe we can use what we've been using to find her."

"It doesn't hurt, I guess." Rei said, pulling her clothes off the hanger and putting them into her own suitcase. "Do we leave South America?"

"I think we've got to head north." Mamoru said, finally joining the conversation. He faced the girls, pulling his small cell out of his pocket. "We've got to start looking in the US."

"It's like Europe all over again." Minako sighed, wishing that she wasn't feeling so disheartened about it. "We're searching some of the largest, most populated land out there. We're talking billions of people."

"What choice do we have? We can't give up on her." Mamoru passion-filled voice filled the room. "I know I'm not the only one who feels her when she sends those dreams. We can't abandon her like this. We've got to keep trying." He said, moving through the open door to his connected room next to the girl's room. He pulled out his own suitcase, throwing clothes into it as he moved about the room. The airline was on his speed dial, and he used his phone to quickly purchase the tickets that they needed.

Rei watched him, her presence still unknown to him since he focus was only on his suitcase and phone call. She couldn't help but feel so sorry for the man. They all knew that this was hardest on him, but Rei was the only one he'd talk to about what he was feeling. She knew this was just getting worse as time went on. He was bottling up his concerns and knew that it would push him over the edge if he didn't talk about it soon.

Mamoru pulled out his debit card, reading the number off to the woman who was booking their flights. The conversation was short, letting him know that he could pick up his tickets at the counter when he got to the airport. He thanked the woman and hung up, finally turning around to see Rei in the room. "Our flight leaves in 4 hours. That will give us enough time to pack and get to the airport. We'll start in California, work our way around. Maybe we'll split up like we did in Europe. Cover more ground. "

"Mamoru." She said, causing his to stop with the shirts in his hand. "We're all getting frustrated."

"I'm not frustrated; I'm sick and damn tired of this!" He said, throwing the small stack of clothes against the wall. "Where the hell is she!? Why have we spent the past 6 years searching for her? We don't we let her find us?"

She sighed, moving over to pick up the discarded clothing. "I know. But she most likely doesn't even know who she is. If we don't her, she'll end up dead, just like Sailor Moon."

The words hit him in the gut, reminding him just why they did what they did He sank onto the bed, "This is just exhausting." He buried his face in his hands, trying to get himself together. "I don't know how much longer I can do this with no results."

Rei put the clothes into the suitcase, and then sat down next to him. "I know this is hard. I want this all to be over as well. But until she's found, innocents will keep being hurt until we find her. We can stop that. We can't allow these bastards to keep hurting people."

"I know. I just…" He sighed, looking up at Rei with such utter defeat. "I just can't shake this helpless feeling. What are we doing? Our lives are completely centered around finding her. I can handle it. I live simply for her. But you guys? You should all be in college. Ami should be in medical school, Makoto would already be done at culinary school by now. Minako would have a thriving acting career. It's not fair to you."

Rei sighed, the discussion one they'd had so many times in the past, "We'll find her. We have to find her, if only to get on with our lives." She stood, knowing she had her own packing to do. "We'll figure this out. We'll find her and we'll destroy the Shitennou." She placed a hand on his shoulder giving it a soft squeeze before heading back into the room she shared with the 3 other girls.

Mamoru sighed, picking up his phone once more to finish making the arrangements for their arrival in Los Angeles, California.

Stepping off the plane, the four gentlemen looked around the terminal. People seemed to be filling every spare inch of the small space. Flights were taking off and landing as they moved through the throng of people. They didn't seem to touch a single person, and all eyes seemed to roam around the room.

"Think we'd be lucky enough that she'd been in the first place we look?" The dark haired one asked, running a hand through his hair.

"I don't think so. Our luck, she's in po-dunk South Dakota or something." The short haired blonde said, laughing a little as he made his way to the carousel to pick up their luggage.

"Or Alaska. That would be just as bad."

"And just as cold."

"And dark."

"Only half of the year, though. Maybe we'll luck out and it will be the bright time."

"Yeah, all day long."

The oldest of the group watched the two banter, and he couldn't help but chuckle a little. They were taking this new change a little better then the man standing next to him. He placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's going to be alright, Zoi. We'll figure this out. We'll find her and we'll put an end to this once and for all."