Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Gossip Girl.

A/N:

My "jolly good" readers,

I'm very very sorry it took me so long to update. The start of school was like a kick in the face. I won't even begin to tell you about my incident with the vacuum or how it was resolved. Let's just say hot glue, wire, vacuum hoses and steak knives don't work together.

Anyway, onward with the show!

Lurve,

Mels

P.S. I've decided to switch back to the Japanese names.

P.P.S. As a side note, all characters that are mentioned are actually part of the original Sailor Moon plot line. Although I seem to be combining all versions: manga, anime, PGSM, even Sailor V. See if you can figure out who everybody is ;-)

P.P.P.S. Warning for some mild swearing. Er. What I consider mild.

P.P.P.P.S. My print making teacher always says "jolly good" and I find it so hilarious I've started saying it now. So jolly good to you!

Chapter Two: Minako

It was a cool evening.

I found myself nervous to enter the building before me. It wasn't an all together intimidating building on its own, but I knew what would happen the moment I walked in those doors. There would be more yelling, more tears, and perhaps a few dramatic moments prompted by my extravagant tendencies. It's not my fault that I find so much enjoyment out of the drama.

It's what I live for.

The building itself wasn't too large. Traces of its history were worn on it's outside, which was mostly cement with high metal-framed windows. It still looked like the warehouse it had once been, although it had recently been renovated into a cutting-edge theater (funded, of course, by one my daddy's business managers). At the heart of downtown, it was the perfect location for an upcoming theater, although it was often overlooked by street viewers. Only on opening nights were people drawn to the lights soaring through the many skylights. On those evenings, we'd open up the large metal doors and welcome the public to the inner realm of the theater—into high lofted ceilings with dramatic views of the night sky, interesting art-grunge chandeliers made of metal and crystal, and blood red carpet lining a honey oak stage. Our plays were soon seen as a prestigious occasion, usually drawing large crowds of the richest socialites, our family members included. It was on those nights that I truly felt like I owned the city and every person in it.

Tonight, however, the building seemed uninviting and I felt alone.

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Rei's number swiftly with cold fingers. I still had it memorized, even after all these years.

"Hello?"

"Rei, it's Minako."

"Oh."

"Hey are you doing anything later tonight?"I said quickly, trying to fill up the silence I knew would settle between us if i didn't keep talking. "We didn't really get a chance to have any fun at your party." Rei's reunion party hadn't exactly been what I expected it to be. Instead of a fabulous night out with my closest, rekindled friends, it had been a rich dinner party with too many old people out to kiss you on both cheeks and grope you in the process. Blech.

Like hello?

"I don't know." she replied.

I waited for her to say more but she didn't. "Oh, we'll that's alright. I'm sure we'll have tons of time to dish out the goss together at school. Everybody's talking about your arrival back home!"I gushed.

"Yeah, I guess they are."

Again I waited. I don't know what I was waiting for exactly. Maybe just to hear her say she was glad to be back, that she missed me, that things could be the same between us again. But instead all I got was an itching silence I couldn't bear.

"Well, you know you can always call me if you want to go out on the town. I'm your girl for prowling,"I insisted.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Well. Bye then,"I said and she hung up without another word.

I felt colder and lonelier than I had only moments before.

I thought about last night. I had heard the news about Rei's arrival only minutes before rehearsal from a breathless Usagi on my cell. It had completely thrown me off, rushing me with emotions I didn't know I had about Rei's return. I wondered why she hadn't called to tell me the exciting news, but then I realized I hadn't talked with her in a very long time. Had it really been over a year?

At the beginning of high school Rei and I were inseparable. But things had changed and she knew it, no matter how much I tried to hide it in front of her. It had left me with an unsettling feeling that I still can't seem to supress. That same feeling had made me blow-up at our director and storm out of rehearsal. Now I'd have to be adorable and charming to win him back.

Upon entering I called out a tentative hello to the people scattered across the large empty room, bracing myself for who I'd have to face. Most of them were hanging out on couches in front of the stage that we had dragged there during late night rehearsals. Others were hidden within the large empty rows of plush seating. Many times I had been one of them, sneaking off to lay on the dark red floor staring up at the skylights instead of practicing lines with the other actors. This place had been my refuge for an entire year, but lately I'd been avoiding it. Ever since that night with Yaten...

The second I dropped my bag into an empty chair the director was in my face. Everybody called him K, although I didn't know his real name. He was fairly well built, and had a strong jaw that always clenched when we got our lines wrong. A lot of people saw him as eccentric since he kept his hair long and white—a trait he swears he was born with. Sometimes his hair was wildly cascading down his shoulders or hastily pulled into a pony tail. I found his appearance rather appealing; It was his personality that was hard to get over. He was over-confident and forceful. Anybody who challenged him always seemed to lose due to his sheer stubbornness.

But I sure as hell wasn't going to lose to him.

"Minako, where the hell have you been?" he demanded.

The second the words left his mouth all my nervous and ill feelings evaporated on the spot. I had a challenge now, and that challenge was to win K back over to my side. Sure he was angry with me, but he couldn't stay angry forever, could he?

I sat down, crossing my feet up on the seat in front of me. I knew it gave him a startling view of my legs since I was only wearing a short charcoal gray skirt. I smiled as I watched K eye me, fully aware of what power I could possess over him. I blew annoyingly at my bangs and looked up at him.

"Mmm, what was that?"

"You know very well what that was. You think you can just walk out of rehearsal whenever the hell you feel like it? We've only got two weeks until opening night and you're pussyfooting and strutting around here like you own the place."

I decided not to mention that since my daddy funded this theater, I, uh, kind of did own it.

"Just relax, K. I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Yes, but now two others haven't shown up. That damn red-head I swear... If this keeps up we won't be ready in time for the show."

I tugged gently on his belt loop to stop his ranting. He seemed uncomfortable with the closeness of my hand but I ignored his warning glances. "Just sit down for a minute and chill out," I reasoned.

He looked from my hand to me, to my legs then back at my hand. Eventually I got the better of him and he sat in the empty seat beside me.

K ran his strong hands through his hair and sighed irritably. "It looks like rehearsal isn't happening tonight. I blame you. I'm still mad at you, you know," he said quietly, his eyes meeting mine.

I smiled my most winning smile and leaned in towards him. I let my lips play along the curve of his ear. "I know. But I also know you love me."

K continued looking at me, his steel colored eyes tracing the lines of my face and body. I didn't mind his obvious lusting after me. It made me feel good. K was the only person I felt comfortable leading on with confidence and charm and he responded in the most delicious ways. Of course, he was married and too old for me, but that didn't stop me from flirting with him. Maybe it was bad. I know it was. But I also knew there was a line between us that would never get crossed.

Or at least I hoped so.

My staring match with K ended when I saw the familiar flash of light-colored ponytail. I instantly jumped up to greet Yaten but by then he was already heading towards the back of the theater. In either corner rested two, metal, spiral staircases that swirled up towards the roof level. Yaten often times liked to be alone. I wondered why he even participated in the entertainment business if he valued his quiet time so much. It's true, most girls flaunted themselves around him, hoping he would be flattered by their devotion.

But I'm not like most girls. If I want something, I get it. It's as simple as that.

K looked after me and sighed. He knew what I was after and didn't even try to protest anymore. "Why go after him when you can just have me?" he would always joke. But there was something so desireable about Yaten. Ever since that night I couldn't get him off my mind. I needed to know if meant anything to him.

As I ascended the stairs, I saw his figure through a slanted skylight. He was hunched over the side of the roof, casually holding a cigarette in one hand although it looked as if it had merely been burning between his fingers. I watched the smoke curl up above his head, creating a hazy atmosphere around him. Something about Yaten always made me feel like I was viewing him through a fog.

"Hey you," I called out, causing him to glance over his shoulder in my direction. He didn't keep his eyes pinned on mine for more than a few moments.

"Oh hey," he replied flatly, finally taking one long drag on the cigarette and blowing all the toxic air out across the city lights.

I felt disappointed in his lack-luster greeting but forced myself to continue, determination fueling me. It had happened once between us. That had to mean something, didn't it?

I idled up next to him and reached across his body, intentionally letting my breasts press into him. I took a hold of the cigarette without asking and placed it between my lips, keeping my eyes locked on his. I don't think he noticed that my hands were trembling. His gaze remained fixed towards the city below us, but I could see the flicker of light hit the curve of his eye. I imagined that his eyes always lit up at the sight of me, that he secretly wanted me as badly as I wanted him. In the movie of my mind, he was already mine.

I took one long inhale and let the calming drug fill up my head. I didn't like smoking, really, but sometimes it did help me unwind. Being around Yaten made me so fucking wound up I needed all the help I could get.

Again, Yaten wouldn't look at me, even after I handed him back his cigarette.

"So, how's it going? Are you ready for the play?" I asked casually, trying to make him show some reaction to me… any reaction.

"Ah, you know," he said without answering anything.

"Yeah."

Silence filtered in around us and all I could hear was the remote sounds of the city. God, I wanted him.

"It's chilly out here," I said, inching towards him so our arms were brushing. I thought about how smooth his skin was, how it would feel to dig my fingernails into it. I thought about how soft his lips were.

"Hm," he muttered.

Desperate to keep some sort of communication going I continued. "Do you want to go out and do something maybe? I know a great little sushi place… It looks like rehearsal is a bust for tonight anyway."

He took one last drag on his cigarette before flicking it away towards the pile of old cigarettes in the corner. It rested there, like it was waiting to be buried in its grave before finally being put out. The careless way in which he tossed his cigarette made me feel like he was throwing me away too; I was the unneeded drug he used up then discarded with the others when he was through.

"I've got things to do already. Sorry." Then he turned to go.

I felt myself sinking through the roof, little pools draining me away until all I had left was a burrowing pit in my stomach.

"It's alright. Maybe some other time," I called out as he disappeared behind the frame of the door leading back downstairs.

I knew the tears were already flooding my eyes and I did nothing to stop them from forming. The cold air enveloped me into a chilling existence, where even the wetness on my cheeks seemed far away from me, like I was numb from the inside out.

Rei had blown me off and now Yaten hadn't even looked at me…

I distantly heard my phone ringing. I grabbed for it absentmindedly and hastily looked at the number flashing on the outside. Even through blurry eyes I could see the three letters luring me into their hold. All thoughts of Yaten and Rei seemed to vanish from my mind as I stared blankly at my phone, wondering if I should pick it up. How did he always seem to call when I was feeling my worst? When I had no strength to say no to him?

I knew I should have ignored his call, but I answered anyway.

"Yes?" I asked warily.

"Minako," he said, my name so comfortably coming from his lips. I could almost taste their rugged response, the way they seemed to purr against mine… "Come over."

"It's late."

"Well, I've been bad and there is no rest for the wicked."

I took a deep breath, willingly letting the question seep from my mouth even though I knew better. "Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?"

The reaction was instantaneous. I could tell bringing up his girlfriend was something that made him cringe. Our relationship was supposed to be separate from theirs. I was the girl he could turn to in order to get away from her. "Ah, goddamn Minako, why do you have to ruin all the fun?"

I let the silence fill up between us, taking in one shaky breath after another. "Well?"

"She just left, okay? We won't get caught."

"I… I don't know…"

"Minako, I want you," he said abruptly, interrupting all my other cautious thoughts. I didn't respond so he continued. "I know I shouldn't… I know you said you were through with it. But I can't stop. You're addicting. You just taste too goddamn good…"

"Don't…" I pleaded softly, already knowing I would end up in his arms.

"Come over and teach me a lesson."

Despite the knot in my stomach, I felt a small smile curl along my lips. I couldn't resist him either, and he knew it.

"Okay, Ace," I said, whipping any stray tears away from my face. "I'll be over in a few."

A/N:

I never seem to read many fics about Ace, so I thought I'd give it a go. Ahhh Minako. So many boys, not enough time for any of them. Silly girl. Next chappie in Makoto's POV. Or maybe Ami... hmmmm. Let's take a vote! Please review and let me know what you think.