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I'm so sorry I left you all at that cliffhanger! I didn't mean to go that far, but I kept writing and writing, and suddenly I was at this perfect scene and I really didn't want to rush into writing anymore. Sorry about that

Now as for my lovely reviewers:

AimlesslyGera: I'm so sorry my friend to keep you waiting I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Angelic Snowdrop: Thank you for your kind words my friend. Yes I also believe that Mamoru's character in the 90's show is the main reason for so many fanfics out there that portrays him as this cool guy that though loves Usagi, but tries to be cool. Thank you so much for your comment on my typos. Yes, I did mean petite I have gotten so used to Mic World, that I barely pay any attention to my own dictation :DD Thank you for your detailed attention.

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From chapter 6:

So I forgot to address something in the last chapter:

In the first Author's POV section and under the * sign, Usagi's thoughts about Mamoru's eyes are a direct saying from Episode 9 of the first series of the Sailor Moon Crystal. Sorry I failed to mention it in the last chapter.

Enjoy.


Mamoru's POV:

"Where the hell have you been you idiot?"

Even though I had prepared myself to face a very angry Motoki, but the rage I saw in his eyes was beyond my expectation.

"I fell asleep," I answered with my head hanging down with embarrassment.

"WHAT? You fell asleep?"

I could tell that I had just triggered another side of his anger, seeing that his voice had gone all thin and high-pitched.

I covered my ears for a second. I was still very grumpy from my bad time napping. I was also very nervous about seeing Usako after a few days. I didn't know what to say to her, how to apologize. But I had missed her so much, and I knew once I saw her the words would automatically come out of my mouth; after kissing her with all I was worth of course.

"Do you have any idea how late you are?"

Motoki was still yelling at me, he hadn't even let me in the house. I was still standing in front of their entrance door. I could hear a loud music coming out with lots of chattering.

"Jesus Motoki. Shut the hell up. I can't think with your ridiculous voice in my head," I finally snapped.

"Oh gee, I'M SO SORRY YOUR HIGHNESS, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO WHISPER IT TO YOU?"

I was getting pissed. All I could think about was seeing Usagi.

"Get out of my way Furuhata. Where is she?"

"She left you idiot," he said in his still high-pitched voice.

I felt like someone had thrown a bucket of icy water on me, "What the hell do you mean she left? Where did she go?"

"I'm guessing home. You never showed up. The poor girl was a minute away from crying. I tried to convince her to stay, but she just wanted to leave. And honestly, I was so mad at you that I actually wanted her to leave," he shot back at me. He was really angry; I mean really angry. I had honestly never seen him like that before.

"Oh great. Now she thinks I didn't show up on purpose. Did you at least tell her that I was actually going to show up? That it was my intention to come?" I asked him with frustration. My mind had shifted to Usagi and her heartbreak. What must she think of me?

"NO, I DID NOT. Because then, she would have gotten all worried. And I didn't want to put her through another pain," he said as he started to walk back inside; without inviting me in!

"Wait, Toki. Did all of them leave? What about Rei?"

"No. They all left".

"How long ago did they leave?"

"I don't know. Maybe half an hour ago," he ran an irritated hand through his hair.

"Mamoru, you really need to fix this," he narrowed his eyes at me.

"I know, I know. I'm going to go over her house". I said as I turned around to rush to my car.

"Hey, where are you going? At least come inside and have something to eat you idiot," I heard Motoki shout at me.

I didn't even turn to look at him. I was almost beside my car, "I'm not hungry and I'm already late as it is," I jumped in my car and drove in the direction of Usako's house.


Hiro's POV:

I was dizzy... I couldn't think straight... All I could think about was the fact that my hands were resting on her tiny waist, the feeling of her hot breath near my neck and the silkiness of her hair brushing against my arm.

I could barely hear the music; just a humming beat in my ear. I looked around the dark balcony that we were standing at; no one was around.

I looked over my shoulder through the sliding door glasses. I could see people dancing and laughing. Why couldn't I hear them?

I looked back at her and focused on her face.

She had both her hands loosely on my chest and I could tell that her head was spinning. She would give out a small giggle every once in a while. I roamed over her face to see if there was any discomfort written on it. She looked fine, except her eyes...

Her eyes were not focused! What the hell should I do?


Author's POV:

Mamoru was worried beyond imagination. He had been to Usagi's house a little while ago, just to find the whole house in complete darkness.

He had assumed that probably everyone were asleep, including Usagi, who was probably home for the past hour.

He knew he couldn't knock on their door and ask for her; wide-awake Kenji was an irritated Kenji and Mamoru really didn't want to face a sleeping and grumpy Kenji!

He only had one option, and its not like he had never done it before. There were countless times were he had jumped on her balcony and stole a kiss or two from her. What was stopping him this time?

He was sure that he was going to be greeted by Usagi's sleeping form resting on her bed. She was probably crying; he kicked himself mentally at that. So when he looked through her window and saw her messy room and made up bed and no Usagi, his whole body froze for a minute. He couldn't think straight. Where could she be?

It took him a minute or two to let out the breath he was holding and chuckle at his stupidity. "Of course she is going to be at Rei's"; she had her heart broken because of him, of course she was going to stay with her friends and seek out their comforting words.

Mamoru didn't lose anymore time; and as he started to drive towards the Hikawa shrine, he continued thinking about all the things he wanted to say to her.


Hiro's POV:

I wish I had the ability to turn back time.

No, I didn't want to go back to being a kid. Not even a teenager. I didn't want to go back to when I was 12 and undo all the teasing I had done to my poor brother. I didn't want to go back to my senior year of high school and try and tell Kioko how smart she was and how much I liked her.

I simply wanted to go back to forty five minutes ago, when I saw her standing at a corner and looking around almost terrified. I don't know what came over me, why hadn't I go to her as soon as I saw her entering that Goddamn door?

I had just stood there and watched her from a distance. I watched her as she argued with her blond friend, probably about leaving; I watched her as she pressed her lips together and frowned and shook her head in anger.

I continued watching her as her blond friend left her to go and dance with someone I didn't know. I had seen however, whom they walked in with; so maybe that's why my whole body was frozen and my ability to move was zero. What were they doing with Nori? How did they even know him?

"Hey Hiro-san, are you avoiding me?" I snapped out of my thoughts and turned around to face Emiko. I gulped; I wasn't expecting to face her tonight. I had tried really hard to not have any eye contacts with her and hide myself in the dark. Her eyes were furious and I knew she had a pretty good reason for it.

"Hey Emiko, no, no, I'm not. I mean, why would I be?" I said nonchalantly yet nervously. I didn't want her to think that she intimidated me. I mean, she didn't; but I didn't have time to play games with her, I had a certain someone to watch over.

"Well, considering the fact that I never heard from you and then when I see you tonight you don't even bother to say hi. What's that about?" she folded her arms in front of her chest and looked up at me from under her thick long lashes.

I could see that she was trying to seduce me; even in that state of anger, she was still the seductress. And just seeing her looking at me like that, something snapped in my head. "I don't have time for this," I thought to myself, "lose her. Lose her fast."

"Emiko, I really don't know what to say. We shared a fun night, no one got hurt and we both enjoyed ourselves. That's as far as I can go right now. I don't have time for anything else," I said in one long sentence, as if I had been rehearsing the same thing over and over again.

She was now looking at me confused and a little flushed. I took advantage of her silence and averted my eyes to where she had been standing last time I saw her.

My heart missed a beat. She wasn't there anymore and as I stood on my tiptoes and glanced over the room, she was nowhere to be found!

I looked back at Emiko and put down my beer on the counter, "I'm sorry Emiko, but I really don't have time for this. I...I'll talk to you later," and with that I moved to the other side of the room. To where I assumed I could find her.

I had to squeeze myself through the dancing crowd. Akito saw me and lifted his drink at me, "Hiro my man," he shouted and signaled for me to join him. I nodded my head and continued moving. I couldn't spot her anywhere. That hairstyle couldn't be missed.

Where was she?

I saw a flash of silver gold from my left and turned my head. My eyes widened; and not just because of the sight of her.

Sure her mere nearness could have easily cut my breath short; or her red knee length dress that was modest enough for a schoolgirl, but amazingly sexy in my eyes.

No, those factors weren't the ones that had me gawking at her in shock.

Was that a half eaten brownie in her hand?


Mamoru's POV:

There was this blinding ache in my head. My temples were pounding and so was my heart.

Where was she?

I had left the shrine worried out of my brain. Usako wasn't there.

It had taken Rei a few minutes to usher the sleep away from her eyes. And once her eyes were focused, Motoki's shouting had seemed like a small kitten's hiss.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" she screamed from the bottom of her belly. I had no idea how she was able to do that. She just seemed really feminine for such an outrageous voice!

"Is she here?" I didn't waist anytime asking her. Rei could have yelled at me all she wanted, as long as I was able to see Usako.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'IS SHE HERE'? WHY WOULD SHE BE HERE?" she was still screaming.

"She wasn't at home, if she's not here, so where the hell is she?" I was beyond mortified and angry at that point. I wanted to grab Rei's shoulders and shake her until she would give my information, useful information, regarding Usako's whereabouts.

"SHE WENT HOME. SHE WENT HOME ALL SAD AND HEARTBROKEN BECAUSE OF YOU MORON," she wiggled her right fist at me.

"REI WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME, SHE WASN'T HOME. DO YOU HEAR ME? SHE WASN'T THERE," I had finally snapped. My headache was getting the best of me and not knowing where Usako was had me going crazy.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE WASN'T HOME? DID YOU CHECK HER ROOM?" I had no idea why she insisted on screaming, even though her tone had instantly changed from that of anger to that of worry.

"I did check her room, what are you talking about, that's why I know she wasn't there. Didn't she leave with you girls?" I wanted to choke myself to death; I wanted to choke on my own saliva. I wanted to choke, period.

"YES SHE DID LEAVE WITH US, BUT WE ALL PARTED WAYS, AND THEN..."

"REI WOULD YOU CALM DOWN AND LOWER YOUR VOICE. I'M GOING DEAF OVER HERE," I screamed at her finally.

She gulped at my sudden burst and took a step away from me. She closed her eyes for a second to collect herself.

"We all left at the same time, but then we parted ways. I asked her to come here, but she insisted that she wanted to be alone," she continued. I could tell that my anxiety and panic had been transferred to her as well. Her eyes were wide open and her lips were trembling; partly because she was still angry at me, but mainly, because Usako was missing!

She was missing... my 16-year-old high school girl friend was missing and I had no idea where she was!

Why did I have to take that fucking nap?


Hiro's POV:

"Hiro-san, do you feel hot? I feel hot!" I heard her say in between giggles. She tried to pry my hands away from her body, probably to get some cool air.

I didn't budge. I knew that once I released my hold on her there was a possibility that she would fall down. Her head was still spinning.

She tried to pull off my jacket that was resting on her shoulders. I had to push her hands away from it. "Don't do that, its chilly and you only have a thin dress on!" I told her while I was trying to zip up the jacket so she couldn't remove it anymore.

She gave out a little whimper and pouted her lips at me, "but I'm really warm, I think I may have a fever. Do you think I have a fever?" she asked me as she grabbed my hand and rested it on her forehead.

The softness beneath my fingers made me gasp. Her golden bangs were brushing against my knuckles. I could feel the dampness on her forehead and I could see that my cool touch made her jump a little. I looked into her eyes; I looked beyond her doe-eyed state and the obvious redness. I wanted to reach out to her soul, I wanted to pour all my emotions through my gaze right into her; but above all, I wanted her to see me, the real me. "Tough luck," I thought to myself. "She probably won't even remember anything," I thought bitterly.

I continued staring into her eyes and I thought back to the look I saw on her face when I had finally revealed myself to her.

25 minutes ago:

"Usagi-san, what are you doing here?" I went up to her as soon as I spotted her with that Goddamn brownie in her hands.

She whirled around upon hearing her name and gulped. Her mouth stopped chewing and I could see the brownie's white powder on her upper lip. Her right hand was holding the brown sweet near her mouth. Her eyes were slightly wide. She looked breathtaking!

"Umm, ummm..." she blinked at me a couple of times and her state of silence started to break my heart. She didn't remember me?
"It's me Kousei Hiro, Mamoru's classmate!" I pointed at my chest and narrowed my eyes at her. Was I so easy to forget? I had seen her like what, only a week ago?

"Um, yes Kousei-san, I know who you are," she mumbled. She averted her eyes to the floor as if to avoid eye contact with me.

I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding. I was so relieved that she knew who I was.

"What are you doing here Usagi-san?" I almost blurted out "where is Mamoru?" but I bit my tongue. The image of them kissing came rushing back to my head again. I knew he wasn't there, so what was the point of bringing up his name?

"I...I'm here..." she struggled explaining. She looked to her sides and I saw her cheeks turn to a light pink color. Why wasn't she looking at me?

I was so lost in her being there and the fact that she was that close to me, that I had almost forgot my state of muteness in front of her. The friend part of me wanted to know why she was there. That party was not at all suitable for a girl her age. The jealous male part wanted to know how she knew Nori, and the man inside of me only wanted to be close to her.

I waited for her respond as she started to scratch her slim neck.

"Umm. I'm here with my friend Minako," she almost whispered, which was actually really hard to hear considering we were standing in the middle of a house party with loud music.

"Yes, I saw you walk in with her. What I'm asking is why you're here?"

I didn't get to hear her answer. I watched in haze as her right hand went up to her mouth and she took another, not so tiny, bite of the brownie.

I cringed. Why hadn't I taken that thing away from her sooner?

I didn't even give her the chance to descent her hand. I closed the remaining gap between us and took her wrist in my hand.

"Give me that Usagi-san," I shook her hand so she would loosen her hold on the brownie.

She looked at me with confusion. Her eyes were wide once again, and she was blowing air out of her little nose. Her mouth wasn't moving.

"Give me the brownie now Usagi-san, and don't swallow that," I tried to coerce her into giving up.

I raised my free hand in front of her mouth as a clear sign that she needed to spit out the ingredients inside.

Her eyes went wider, "What are you doing?" she asked with her mouth full. If it were any other situation I would have laughed at her adorable expression.

"Do as I say Usagi-san, now give me the brownie and spit out what you have in your mouth. Do not swallow," I put emphasis on my last few words.

"But I like brownies, why won't you let me eat it?" she said, still with her mouth full.

I sighed. I didn't want to tell her anything and worry her. It's not like she was going to die.

I squeezed her wrist gently and she whimpered. I continued squeezing until she dropped the brownie on the floor. I then put one hand gently on the back of her neck and pulled her a little towards myself, while putting the other hand in front of her mouth once again.

"Spit it out Usagi-san, don't make me repeat myself," my tone was almost harsh. I didn't want to scare her, but the girl was stubborn. Why wouldn't she listen to me?

"I don't want to, I don't want to... in your hand..." she managed to say in her state of shock.

I sighed again and chuckled to myself. I looked around. I knew where the washroom was. I knew Akito's house better than my own home.

"Do not swallow, and follow me," I said to her firmly. She nodded her head a little before I took her hand in mine and pulled her behind me towards the washroom.

Thank God it was empty.

I entered the small washroom and pulled Usagi inside, before I closed the door and locked it. The loud music was now a humming sound and the washroom light was dimmed.

I turned around and looked at her. I could feel her wariness and discomfort all too well. She was still holding on to the ingredients in her mouth and was now struggling breathing through her nose. She was playing with both her hands in nervousness.

"Now Usagi-san, I want you to spit out whatever you have in your mouth," I almost demanded. I then turned towards the door to give her some privacy to do what I had asked her.

For a moment I didn't hear any movements. But then I heard her light footsteps and then I heard her spitting out; slowly, as if to restrain any disgusting sounds. Once I heard the toilet flush I turned around.

She was wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at me in surprise and clear confusion. She was still bewildered at my behavior.

I contemplated asking her to try and empty her stomach. From the amount of the brownie that she had consumed, I could only imagine what she could possibly go through within another half an hour. I couldn't let her go through that. A part of me felt responsible for what she had done. I had been a fool watching her from a distance.

But before I could say anything to her, she glanced up at me once more and suddenly she plunged forward and took a hold of the doorknob. Within three seconds I was standing alone in a lightless washroom, all alone.


Author's POV:

"I just realized something tonight Mamo-chan." He couldn't see her face in the dark, but he could feel her smile against his solid chest.

"And what's that princess?" he gently asked her as he continued stroking her waves of golden hair.

"I realized that it really doesn't matter how far we are from each other. As long as our hearts are connected this much we'll be ok," she sighed as she raised her head to meet his heated gaze.

"But I never want to be too far from you. I have been too far from you for so long. Centuries... this time, connected hearts is just not good enough for me, I need all of you; I need you to be physically close to me... I need... I need those lips... all the time," he whispered as he finally leaned down and claimed her parted lips in the most loving kiss she could have imagined...

Mamoru's eyes snapped open. He raised his head from the wheel and looked around.

He was parked practically in the middle of nowhere! He didn't know where else to go. He had contemplated going to the other three girls houses. But aside from Makoto, the other two girls had families. He couldn't possibly knock on their doors and ask for Usagi. He would give all of them heart attacks. And plus, Usagi almost never spent the night at anyone else's house besides Rei.

He clenched his fist on the wheel. He just had to take that fucking nap! If he hadn't closed his stupid eyes, he would have probably been with Usagi right now; at his apartment, hopefully in a good mood.

He didn't even care if she was mad at him or not. At this point, all that mattered to him was having her back safe and sound in his arms. He would let her scream at him all she wanted; slap him if she wanted to... as long as she was within his protective reach.

"Damn you Chiba...damn you to hell," he mumbled to himself.

He didn't have any other choice but to go back to Motoki's house and ask for his friend's help.


Hiro's POV:

"No Usagi-san, you don't have a fever," I whispered to her.

I kept telling myself that this was probably the only time that she was this close to me. This was the only time that I get to hold her without any interruptions; without anyone near us, without the guilt that I was practically groping her. I had to, didn't I? She couldn't stand straight and she really didn't know anyone else at that fucking party; well, maybe just her stupid blond friend who had managed to get her here.

I was her only salvation. I had to protect her from people, male people at that party, but most of all, I had to protect her from herself. Because at that moment, Tsukino Usagi was her own worst enemy!

20 minutes ago:

I snapped out of my haze and followed her quickly out of the washroom. I looked around and didn't see her. God that girl was fast!

I started walking down the hallway and made my way to the party. I saw her pushing her way through the crowd. I followed her as fast as I could. I practically pushed people out of my way in order to get to her faster and when I did, I didn't lose anytime to take a hold of her wrist.

"Where the hell are you going?" I was beyond pissed at that point. I looked up beyond her buns and saw her blond her standing in front of us.

"Oh My God, Hiro-san is here too, how great is that," the blond beamed in excitement. She clasped her hands and jumped a little before taking Usagi's other hand and pulling her away from me.

I tightened my hold on Usagi's wrist and stopped her attempt on disconnecting the two of us.

"What are you girls doing here?" I asked the blond loud and dark. I could just feel that she was the type to come up with these sorts of ideas; to go and crash a college party where no one knew them so they could have their little adventures.

"Oh, we met Nori-san at Unazuki-chan's birthday. He invited us here," she yelled over the loud music.

Just then Nori came up behind the blond and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Hey, Hiro-kun, I see you've met my new friends," he flashed me a smile; a smile that I knew too well.

I pulled on Usagi's wrist a little more and effectively placed my body in front of hers.

"What are you doing Nori? Do you realize that they're high school kids?" I stared right into his eyes. It really didn't help that I had to yell over the horrible loud music; it wasn't intimidating enough for my taste.

Nori gave out an amused laugh and shrugged his shoulders, "So? It's not like I've forced them to come here, I asked nicely and they replied nicely! No body's getting hurt here Hiro-kun, loosen up a little, let's have some fun. What is wrong with you?"

I hadn't lost my hold on Usagi's wrist, so when I felt her tiny hand shaking underneath mine, I turned my head back to see what was wrong.

She was laughing... no ... she was roaring with laughter! I saw the first signs and all the red flags in my head started to rise up.

I had to get her out of that crowded room!

"Usagi-chan, what are you laughing at?" the blond asked her with laughter in her own voice.

"hahahahaha..." was all that Usagi could manage to say.

I had to get her out of there fast.

"I think she needs a little bit of fresh air, I'll take her outside," I hurriedly said. I didn't even wait to hear their respond. I forcefully pulled Usagi behind me and ushered us out on the balcony.

Present time:

"But I feel so warm, are you sure I don't have a fever? Aren't you suppose to be in med school?" she looked up at me with half lidded eyes.

I knew those signs pretty well. It wasn't too long ago that I use to hide out at our backyard and have a weed behind my parents' backs.

When Usagi confessed to me that she had already eaten one full brownie before I cornered her, my heart missed a beat. But at that point, the drug had already kicked in and my furious attempts in getting her to throw up were utterly rejected by her. She had pouted her lips, wiggled her fist at me and threw a little kick as well.

So now we were just standing on the balcony, away from everyone else, so she could wait out her drugged state and get a hold of herself.

"Hiro-san, do you have a girlfriend?"

I was stunned. I wasn't expecting to hear that question at all.

I looked down at her with narrowed eyes. Why had she asked me that?

"Why do you ask Usagi-san? Have anyone in mind?" I couldn't help myself but flirting with her a little. Even though I knew she wasn't entirely herself at that moment, but a part of me wanted to enjoy her hazy company regardless. I wanted to hear her say my name over and over again. The carefree feeling that she had gained made her abandon the previous honorifics.

"Well, maybe..." giggle.

"No I don't have a girlfriend Usagi-san," I said to her while reaching out my arms to steady her attempts in leaning on the railing.

"Why not? You're a good looking guy, why don't have a special lady?" giggle.

I couldn't comprehend whether she was being sarcastic or not. Her innocent questions had my heart speeding up. I wanted so bad to continue that route with her; even though I knew she probably wanted to make some sort of conversation. And in her state, it was only natural to get personal.

"Well, I guess I just don't have the time to have one," I said nonchalantly. I didn't want to talk to her about my non-existent love life. I wanted to talk about... no...I didn't want to talk at all. I just wanted to hold her close.

"Well, Minako-chan, my friend, you just saw her remember? She likes you; a lot actually. And I wondering... maybe you want to go out with her... like on a date... hahahaha... I mean on a date... hahahaha... that's not funny, so why am I laughing? Hahahaha" she threw her hands up in the air and gave out another loud laughter.

I wasn't surprised to hear that. I could tell that the blond girl had a little something going on for me. But I couldn't care less. I didn't want to be with her. I wanted to be with someone else; someone who was beyond my reach.

"Say Hiro-san, do you like Mamo-chan?" I looked up at her with confusion. What kind of a question was that? And did she really need to bring up his name?

"Ummm, well, yes, I mean. Of course, he's my friend. Why wouldn't I like him?" I asked her a little bit flushed. "I liked him better before I met you," I thought to myself.

"Well, I don't think he likes you thought..." giggle.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "What? Why would you say that?"

She wasn't listening to me. She had started to dance around the balcony. She was holding the hem of the jacket as she whirled around the balcony to an invisible sound of music. She was whispering something to herself as well.

I watched her for a moment. Her buns were a little loose and strays of silky hair were flying around her petite frame. Her small hands were holding the jacket like a royal skirt, as if she were dancing in a ballroom. I watched as her pink little lips whispered lyrics of a song that I couldn't quite hear. Suddenly, she stopped, gave out a little chuckle and then started spinning with her arms open on her sides. Her little antic made the jacket to move from her shoulder, as the few buttons on the top were hanging open; for a moment all I could see was her bare shoulder. That pale soft flesh that had been hunting me for months. My eyes went a shade darker with raw desire.

She was still spinning and smiling. Her face was raised towards the moonlight and she looked like an angel sent from the above.

I couldn't help myself anymore. The whole situation had my head spinning now; the sound of the music from the inside; the light Tokyo breeze, the fade smell of the beers I had consumed earlier along with the sweet smell of her... her silky gold hair... her tiny hands... that bare shoulder... those little pink lips... those lips that were close to me, yet so far away! The same lips that had kissed Mamoru with such passion... Mamoru...

I didn't want to think about him. He was not the one on my mind.

I wanted her... and I wanted her now. So I just stopped thinking.

I stopped thinking as I reached out my arms and stopped her from spinning. I whirled her around in my embrace and took a second to stare in her deep ocean color eyes; I looked beyond her confusion and state of shock before I crashed my lips against hers...


Mamoru's POV:

"THEY LEFT WITH WHO?"


Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and its fabulous characters in anyway. I wish I did. But I don't. All the delightful rights of this wonderful manga/anime and its characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.