Author's Note: Hey you guys, I just wanted to say thank you for all the reviews. This chapter is longer than I expected it to be. A lot. I went on a tangent with Minako, by accident, but I love her! I was thinking about breaking this down into smaller chapters but I figured, what the hey. I might as well get it out of the way. I'm sorry it seems a bit rushed, but I want to get into the main part of the plot. As for the title, the first chapter was "Oblivious", referring to how Usagi thinks Mamoru is oblivious to her. So with out furthur ado, happy reading!

Or Maybe Not...

Chapter Two

With her eyes still closed, she gently bite her lower lip and went over the importance of this day. Totally unaware of the current turn her fate was about to make…

Mamoru had been talking about his trip to England with his best friend, Motoki, at Motoki's arcade when he heard the doors slide open, accompanied by a loud sigh. When he saw his friend grin, he knew it could be no other person than the Odango Atoma. Only she could heave that loud of a sigh. He felt his own lips curve up. She just had that effect on people. He glanced up into the mirror that was hanging over the bar, and saw her shoulders slumped, and head hung low.

"You better not do that again, Odango Atoma, you might eat tile." he quipped. He saw her head whip up and her eyes glare at his back. Then, surprisingly, she looked happy to see him. No, surely he was mistaken. The Odango had probably reveled in a month free of him. He didn't understand himself, why he teased her so unmercifully. It was probably the way she responded so passionately.

Whoa…better not use "Odango" and "passionately" in the same sentence…might lead to dirty thoughts…He had to admit, if only to himself, he had formed a mild attraction to the Odango, after their first meeting. If it had been anyone else who had chunked a failed test paper at his head, he probably would have just picked it up, snickered, and promptly thrown it into the garbage can to be forgotten about. But there was just something about her that wouldn't let him leave her be. He hated to say it, but other than Motoki, she was really the only constant person in his life. He heard his friend greet her.

"Hi, Usagi." Motoki greeted her cheerfully.

Mamoru saw her reflection give Motoki a smile and a small wave, before continuing on to her seat. He was about to go into shock when-

"You know, baka, you've been gone so long, I don't think I'm even going to grace that with an insult." she threw over her shoulder as she past him. He smirked. Yeah, still the same old Usagi. And just as quickly, he frowned. Since when was insulting him beneath her? Snickering brought back his attention back to Motoki.

"What?" Mamoru demanded with a glare, making Motoki's smirk bigger.

"Face it, Mamoru, she's over you." he teased. "She's just not that into you anymore."

He blinked. What…? Usagi was over him? Wait a minute… He rolled his eyes and scowled at Motoki.

"Hate to break it to you man, but she was never hung up on me. There is no "getting over" me."

It was Motoki's turn to scowl.

"You are a baka. How do you figure she's not? Look at the way you two carry on with each other. The passionate arguments. Have you seen her act that way with anyone else?"

Mamoru opened his mouth-

"Other Rei?" Motoki interrupted. "They're best friends, as close as sisters. Shouldn't that be your first clue? Man, the only thing the two of you are missing is the make-up sex."

If his mouth hadn't already been open, his jaw would be on the floor. Sex with the Odango? Oh, Gods, he couldn't go there. Somewhere in his imagination he saw sweaty bodies and hot sex. Shit, too late. Mamoru closed his mouth , forced his mind away from that topic, and thought about what Motoki was saying. He had a valid point. So, maybe the Odango did feel an attraction between them. He stole a quick glance in her direction. She had her eyes closed and was leaning onto the table, propped up by her elbow. Mamoru looked at Motoki, and shook his head.

"What are you talking about? She's too young to feel anything like that. And don't mention her and sex in the same sentence." he snapped. He glanced around again. It felt like someone was watching him, but just as quickly as it came, the feeling went away. He heard Motoki snort.

"Where have you been? She isn't fourteen anymore. Just look at her. I mean, really look at her."

"No," Mamoru said in a tight voice. He did not need to start thinking of the Odango Atoma like that. Their relationship was a steady thing for him, and he didn't want to change that.

"Someone sounds a little frustrated to me." Motoki gloated. "Just do it, just a little look. What's it going to hurt?"

Dear Gods, it could hurt everything, dumb ass. But he was no longer listening to that little voice inside his head. He had already turned his head, with his body following. He swung the seat so that his back was to Motoki and he leaned back, elbows braced on the bar behind him.

She was still sitting with her eyes closed, biting her lip. His body instantly reacted to the image, and he quickly shoved the thought away. Usagi was sitting on the outside of the booth, in front of the big bay window, with the sunlight bathing her. She almost took his breath away with the beautiful picture she made. Her hair had lightened considerable, it was almost platinum but still had hints of gold. He tilted his head to the side with a small frown. When had she done that?

Out loud, he asked, "Did she dye her hair?"

"No. If you had been paying attention, you would have noticed that it's been getting lighter for the past year." Motoki answered. Mamoru gave him a small jerk of his head that Motoki interpreted as "screw you". He hide a smile. Mamoru was actually staring at Usagi. He could have rubbed his hands in glee but held off, lest Mamoru catch him.

As for Mamoru…

Her skin is really fair, she should get more sun…

His eyes traveled down her face and her throat to where her shoulders lay bare from her modestly cut baby blue halter top. He purposely skipped to her back to avoid the temptation of looking at her breast. She was leaned forward, leaving the shirt to ride up. Her skin was exposed until her long white skirt met her lower back. He could see under the table that the skirt reached just below her shins and she was wearing golden sandals. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful…How did he not see it before?

Oh, yeah, he thought sarcastically, because you were trying to avoid that.

He heard the doors of the arcade slide opened again, and he turned his head to see who had entered. Who he saw amazed him. She looked at him and seemed to freeze. Then she gave him a grin.

"Hello, Darien! Nice to see you again."

She looked at his shirt, and her grin became even bigger.

"Me too." she said as she went by him, going in Usagi's direction.

Mamoru was confused. What was she doing in Japan? And alive? He had heard from his grandfather back in England that the actress had been killed in an explosion fighting crime. It had been all over the news, with her friends sobbing out that she had been the real heroine that she was suppose to be portraying. And what did she mean, "me too"? He glanced down at his shirt and almost smacked himself. He was wearing one he had bought in England, that read "I'm Big In Europe." He looked to where she was. She had stopped two tables away from Usagi, watching her. Usagi was still sitting with her eyes closed.

The girl turned back to him with a serious expression of her face, and back again to Usagi. Then back to Mamoru. Then an impish look came over her face, and she held her index finger to her lips which curved into a small smile. She gave him a look that had shhh! written all over it. He watched as she silently made her way to Usagi's table. She leaned over, making her short peach colored shorts ride up, and said "Hello, Serenity." Usagi cracked her eyes open and murmured, "Don't call me that, Emina."

If he thought he was confused before, he was doubly so now.

How the hell did Usagi know Wilhelmina Fairchild? A semi famous actress, who was rumored to be a copy cat Sailor Senshi, and, oh let us not forget, dead! And why is she calling the Odango Atoma Serenity? And why did Odango call Mina, Emina? A nickname? Yes, that had to be it…

"I thought her name was Usagi…" he said out loud. He saw Mina give Usagi a long, sweeping bow, and an irritated look come over Usagi's face as she told Mina to sit down. The girls glanced in his direction and they started to speak in a language that Mamoru had never heard before. He heard Motoki chuckle, and he turned back to face him. He was surprised to hear that the Odango knew another language. Motoki was almost in a full blown laugh by now, but he too had a shocked look on his face.

"To answer you question, you know Usagi means bunny. It's her nick name. When she started high school, the teachers made her go by Serenity. Pretty soon after, the other students picked it up and most of them call her Serena now."

Serenity…it sounded so familiar to him…

"They look a lot a like. Hey, why'd she call you Darien? You change your name on us too?"

Mamoru looked back at the girls. Motoki was right. They did have similar features. Only, Usagi's hair and skin was lighter whereas Mina's hair was golden, and so was her skin. She looked sun kissed. And if Mina was golden rays of sun…then Usagi was definitely the silvery beams of the moon.

"Uh, hello? You going to answer me, or look at the hot twin chicks over there?"

"What?" he asked aggravated. First Motoki told him to look, and now he was getting annoyed that he was being neglected.

"I asked why she called you Darien."

He gave Motoki a "you're such an idiot" look.

"Uhh, cause that's my name. You forget already?"

Motoki shook his head.

"No, but you still go by Mamoru. Doesn't it get confusing with different names?"

Motoki had no idea. He had been named after his grandfather, so his family had called him by his middle name, Darien. But he wasn't about to go into that with his friend. He cleared his throat.

"According to the Japanese government, Chiba Mamoru doesn't exist anymore. Once my grandfather proved my identity through DNA testing, everything was switched over to my birth name. I told you I meet Mina while she was filming the Sailor V movie, in England. They know me as Darien Shields over there."

Motoki looked sad.

"Just like that, huh? Like Mamoru never existed?"

"Yes. It doesn't bother me all that much. They took a name from me that wasn't mine, and in return, I got my real name and grandfather back."

"One thing I don't understand though…"

Mamoru didn't understand a lot of things. Why Mina was here, how Usagi and she knew each other, the list went on.

"What?"

"She looks pretty good to be a dead chick." said Motoki, pointing to Mina.

Yeah, he thought so too. Something was bothering him about that, other than the obvious. He had heard the rumors her friends were blabbing on air about her being Sailor V. They might have been just trying to glorify her memory, but he wasn't sure. Sailor V had been killed a couple of days ago, and no one had seen or heard from her since then. The same was true for Wilhelmina Fairchild. The authorities had two witnesses stating that Sailor V and Mina were one and the same, and that she had went into the building never to be seen again. They were close to legally declaring her dead, if they hadn't already. So what was she doing here, in Japan, of all places?

There was only one thing it could be, he decided. If she was in fact a Senshi, she was here to be with the rest of them.

Usagi and Mina resemble each other so strongly, they are probably just related. But it isn't like Odango to keep something like being related to an actress a secret. Unless…

Mamoru wondered if Usagi knew she was related to a possible Senshi. It would make sense to keep quiet, if Usagi thought she was protecting her. Nothing else made sense…

"Listen, Motoki. Don't tell anyone about Mina. I want to investigate this some more." he instructed.

"You mean as your alter ego?" Motoki asked, earning him yet another glare.

"Don't talk about things like that with other people here!" hissed Mamoru. Motoki gave him a sheepish look.

"Sorry, man. Hey, is that why you came back, all of a sudden? Because of last night?"

Mamoru gave him a suspicious look. How did Motoki know there was a battle last night? Mamoru nodded at him.

"I felt needed."

"Yeah, it happened not too far from here. I actually caught a glimpse of Sailor Moon."

Ahh that explained it.

Motoki relaxed some when he saw that Mamoru had bought his excuse. Inwardly, he smirked. Tuxedo Kamen wasn't the only one in the arcade with secrets. He looked towards Usagi, and saw that she was looking at him, eyebrows raised. He grinned at her. If he didn't miss his mark, he'd say that Sailor Venus had come home.

He shook his head. That was one gutsy cover. Pretending to be yourself in a movie. He glanced up when he heard the arcade doors open, and saw that the rest of the Senshi had arrived. His smirk grew. He had the heroes of Tokyo all under the same roof, and they didn't even know it.