A/N: Ahh thank you guys SO MUCH for all your reviews! I loved reading what you thought of everything! This chapter had to be re-written a million times, so it's kind of short, but it ties the story together much better.

PS: Consider yourself disclaimed, Sailor Moon. teehee.

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The stony gravel crunched under Sailor Moon's feet with every step she took. It was the only sound she could hear, which seemed strange to her. Where was the youma? She did another lap around the park, her eyes scanning the foliage for anything out of place. She was starting to get nervous, as none of the other senshi had arrived. She stopped by the nearest tree for a break, panting heavily.

She took another look around the desolate park, and her breath caught when she noticed a figure emerging from behind the adjacent tree. She gripped the Moon Stick firmly and stepped out onto the pathway.

"Who's there?" Sailor Moon demanded, holding the Moon Stick out in front of her warily.

The figure took another step forward but was still shrouded. "Oh I'd be careful where I pointed that thing if I were you...Tsukino Usagi." The figure stepped into the light.

Sailor Moon gasped and nearly dropped the Moon Stick. "Zoicite?"

"Who were you expecting?" Zoicite demanded, a knowing look flashing in his eyes.

"How do you know who I am?" Sailor Moon choked out, ignoring the aforementioned question.

Zoicite fingered a limp strand of hair nonchalantly. "I know a lot of things about you, Usagi."

Usagi gulped and braced herself. "Like what?" she demanded.

Zoicite was just opening his mouth to answer when they were assaulted by a colorful array of flashing lights and shouted attacks.

"Mars, fire, SURROUND!"

"Jupiter, thunder, SUPREME!"

"Venus, love-me chain!"

"Mercury, bubbles, BLAST!"

Sailor Moon darted out of the onslaught of attacks, barely managing to dodge a bolt of lightning.

"Took you long enough!" She hissed to the senshi, who were throwing everything they had at Zoicite.

Zoicite, on the other hand, was doing a decent enough job dodging their attacks. He had just finished avoiding a circle of flames when he leapt up into the sky.

"I'll leave the rest to the youma," he said. He glanced at Sailor Moon. "Remember Sailor Moon, I know everything about you!" He disappeared into thin air. Sailor Moon stared at the place he had once occupied unblinkingly. What did he mean by that? What could he possibly know about me?

"Sailor Moon!" cried Luna from behind. Usagi's head jerked up just in time to see a razor sharp vine making its way to her skull.

Before she knew what was happening, a voice rang out, "Tuxedo, the smoking bomber!" The vine fell to the ground and she found herself in the familiar arms of someone very warm.

"Th-thanks," she barely managed to choke out. Tuxedo Kamen was peering into her eyes curiously and she couldn't help blushing in spite of herself.

"You remind me of someone," he said more to himself than to her. Her pulse picked up as she stared back at him, losing herself in the deep passages of his midnight eyes. She leaned in closer to him, eyes never leaving his.

"Sailor Moon!" She jerked her head away from his and turned towards the approaching senshi, embarrassed. How horrible it would have been had she kissed him. He didn't know that she was Usagi; it wouldn't have been pretty.

Wordlessly, Tuxedo Kamen righted Usagi and looked over her as if he were making sure she was okay.

"Tuxedo Kamen!" Luna called out, just as the hero had turned to leave. "Are you a friend or enemy?"

He raised an eyebrow. "We're looking for the same thing," he paused, thinking, "so I guess that makes us enemies." He nodded at Usagi and with a swish of his cape, he was gone.

Usagi stared after him, body still burning from where he had touched it.

The senshi immediately descended upon her. "What did he mean by that? What is he looking for?" demanded Rei.

"The same thing we are; the Silver Imperium Crystal," answered Luna simply.

"Enemies," whispered Usagi, staring transfixed at the spot Tuxedo Kamen had been standing.

"Usagi-chan," Luna warned, "you'd better stay away from him."

Usagi said nothing, still staring off into the distance in a daze. She was interrupted by Minako's arm, which found its way over her shoulders. "Let's get you home, okay?" Usagi looked up at her, confused and Minako simply winked, as if they shared a secret. "You can tell me about it later," she whispered and Usagi simply nodded.

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"So then my brooch started vibrating and I just left him there," Usagi was saying to Minako as they were sipping milkshakes at the arcade. They had retreated to a cozy booth in the back where they wouldn't be overheard.

"He must have transformed the second I left," she continued, voice growing quiet as she recalled his words from yesterday's battle. Enemies. That's what they were now.

"Well," Minako said sagely, "he doesn't know you're Sailor Moon. Therefore, he can't be held accountable for the things he says to you as Tuxedo Kamen."

"I think he's suspicious though," Usagi remarked as she took a generous gulp of milkshake. She remembered what he had said about her reminding him of someone. He had to be talking about her. After all, who else could remind him of Usagi than Usagi herself?

"You'd better lay low for awhile then," Minako advised and Usagi couldn't help but smile at her gratefully.

"Thanks for listening to me," she said.

Minako swatted the air with her palm. "No problem. I'm the senshi of love, remember?"

Usagi pouted. "You get love and I get the moon. How useful is that?"

"Better not let Luna hear you saying that," Minako teased.

"Who's Luna?" a voice asked, sending both girls nearly toppling out of their seats.

"M-Mamoru," Usagi said, looking up at the upperclassmen, who was leaning nonchalantly against their booth.

He raised both hands innocently. "Sorry, that's all I heard, I promise." His lip twitched, as if he were trying not to smile.

Minako peered at him suspiciously. "We believe you," she said, though not sounding thoroughly convinced.

He licked his lips almost nervously. "I was wondering if I could have a word with Odango."

Usagi started to speak, but Minako cut her off. "Usagi has to be home. Now. She er...is late to her uh piano lesson." She grabbed Usagi's arm and began dragging her out of the arcade.

Mamoru stared after them in surprise. He was pretty sure Odango didn't play the piano...

When they were finally outside, Usagi wrenched her arm out of Minako's grips and scowled at the girl.

"Piano lesson? Really?"

"Er sorry," Minako said. "Spur of the moment. You understand." Usagi sighed, looking miserable. "Give it time, Usagi," Minako said gently. "If you guys are really meant to be, you'll find each other eventually."

Usagi nodded, barely aware of what her friend was saying and stared dejectedly into the street. The guy she liked thought they were enemies and on top of that she had to avoid him. Now I'll never find out what he was going to say to me.

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"Twenty three...twenty four..." Usagi stopped and sighed. Counting bunnies was just not going to do the trick tonight. For an entire week, Usagi had been plagued with a particularly nasty case of insomnia. She stayed awake for hours, unable to settle into a successful slumber until the early hours of the morning. It was so bad that Luna had been forced to sleep at Minako's because Usagi's constant tossing and turning rendered her unable to sleep herself.

Usagi had a tiny inkling as to the root of her sleeping problem, but it was far too embarrassing to admit even to herself. What would the other senshi think of her if they knew that a baka boy was keeping her up at night? It had been a full week since Usagi had made any contact whatsoever with said baka. She had been forced to wake up early to avoid crashing into him and trips to the arcade after school were sparse.

Worst of all was the feeling Usagi woke up with in the morning. Before, she would be filled with excitement in the morning. Who knew what the day would have in store for her? Now, Usagi barely had a reason to wake up in the morning. If it weren't for the fact that all of Tokyo depended on her, she would probably stay huddled under her covers until she rotted.

Usagi took a deep breath and attempted to empty her mind. It helped her to keep picturing a white wall. As her eyelids slowly slipped closed, she began to feel a light breeze tickling the hair around her face. Funny, I thought I closed the window. The breeze persisted and Usagi could faintly smell the scent of outdoors. Her eyes blinked open and she sat up.

A shrouded figure stood by her window.

"Don't scream."

Usagi stared at the source of that deep, smooth voice. I'm dreaming. This is all a dream. There is no way that Mamoru is sitting on my window sill. But he was. He was dressed as Tuxedo Kamen, but without the mask and top-hat. She remembered that she wasn't supposed to know he was Tuxedo Kamen, which would explain why he wasn't wearing the complete outfit.

"What are you doing here?" Usagi managed to choke out.

He lifted an eyebrow playfully. "Nice to see you too."

Usagi ignored the thudding of her heart, which was becoming a nuisance, and continued in a barely audible whisper, "You're going to get me in trouble."

He walked quietly over to her and sat down on the edge of her bed, choosing to ignore her comment. "Have you been ill?"

Usagi shook her head numbly, staring at him in a daze.

He looked at her quizzically. "Then where have you been all week?"

"Oh," Usagi said. "I've been...busy."

"It's been bothering me, for some reason," he admitted, looking perplexed. Usagi looked down and realized he had grabbed her hand and was absently stroking her palm. She was thankful for the open window, for she was finding it awfully difficult to breathe all of a sudden.

"What's with the cape and tuxedo?" she asked, pretending she didn't know that he regularly wore it to defend the city from evil.

"Oh," he said, looking down at his clothes as if he had just realized they were there. "I was at...a costume party."

"Interesting," she whispered, her eyes on the warm fingers that were sending jolts of electricity up the length of her arm.

What would Luna say if she saw me right now? Or Minako? At that moment, Usagi realized that for once, she didn't care about what Luna or anyone else thought. I'm pretty sure this is a dream anyways. I might as well enjoy it.

Her mind made up, Usagi slid over to where he was sitting, so that they were thigh-to-thigh. He peered at her curiously, and refusing to break eye contact, she gently cupped his beautiful face in her tiny hands. The skin beneath her fingers was smooth and so warm, she couldn't help running her fingers along his face, tracing the strong line of his jaw and brushing a finger across his soft lips.

She wished with every fiber of her being that she could kiss those lips. I forgot this was a dream. I can do whatever I want, can't I? She brought her lips close to his, still looking into his eyes. He stared back unwaveringly, and when she gently brushed her lips across his as a test, his eyes closed and he grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her lips more firmly against his. Their lips parted simultaneously and she knew then that she really was dreaming. Only in a dream could something feel this good.

Ever so slowly, he laid her back against her pillow, so that he was more-or-less leaning overtop of her. She hastily grabbed him around the shoulders and pulled down, so that he actually was overtop of her. Their mouths danced hungrily, with the long-kept passion of two lovers who hadn't kissed for a very long time.

Usagi never wanted her dream to end. This kiss was so much more than the one from a year ago. She was pouring all of her emotions into it: the longing, the pining. She was intent on showing him just how much he had been missed.

They continued to kiss, as if their very lives depended on it. When they finally broke apart, they were panting as if they'd just run a marathon. He removed his hands from the silky web of her hair and stood up.

"I have to go now," he said, breathing unevenly.

"Okay," Usagi breathed, eyes glazed. She followed him to her window, where he stepped easily out of it and onto the roof. She gripped the sides of the window and stuck her head out to him.

"Goodnight, Usako," he said, before kissing her softly on the mouth for the last time.

Usagi's head spun both from the sweet kiss he had bestowed upon her and the endearment. He called me his little bunny. The thudding of her heart was louder now and her voice was barely a whisper. "Bye, Mamo-chan."

She watched him leave and when she was sure he was gone, Usagi retreated to her bed. For the first time in a solid week, she was asleep the second her head hit the pillow.

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