AN : It's been forever since I updated, and I sincerely apologize. I just finished my first year at university, and I've been thoroughly enjoying my summer vacation. I do plan on writing more from now on though and might be doing a separate drabble series for other random ideas that pop into my head. Please let me know what you think.

Standard Disclaimer : I don't own Sailor Moon, but I do look forward to the new anime coming out next summer.


Usagi plopped down on the bare mattress, wiping a few small drops of sweat that littered her forehead. She had just spend the better part of the last two days in her bedroom cleaning, organizing, and packing - preparing to finally move out of her parents house and officially move in with her fiancé. It was strange to call the pink, star and moon covered, bunny infested room her "bedroom", as she always considered the room she shared with Mamoru in his apartment to be hers since they began dating all those years ago.

A strange sense of déjà vu settled over the girl. She couldn't help but feel foreign in what should be her most private, intimate space. She had slept in this very bed countless nights before, but it wasn't the same without Mamoru snaking his strong arms around her in his sleep. Shelves piled high with her favorite old shoujo manga had been collecting dust before Usagi and her mother gathered them up in cardboard boxes destined for a secondhand store. To think, she used to spend the majority of her afternoons reading them. Now she spent her spare time on cooking lessons with Makoto and running errands and shopping with Mamoru. Her mountain of stuffed animals had also been stored in several boxes, many of which would be donated to the local children's hospital and a few she had chosen to hand down to Chibiusa when the time came. And most of her clothes were already at Mamoru's. She had stashed several spare outfits there during her high school days when she would often stay the night without her parents' permission. And newer purchases made during their dates and other shopping days somehow never managed to make their way back to the potpourri lined dresser drawers in her old room. Other miscellaneous knick knacks were sorted into their respective piles, either to be tossed in the trash, given away, or taken to Mamoru's (the latest of the three being extremely small as Usagi knew how much Mamoru hated clutter). Now the room was almost completely empty save for a few lingering boxes and furniture.

This was the old Usagi's room. It belonged to the crybaby who never did her homework, spent all her money on Sailor V arcade games and milkshakes, and whined about getting fat. She should have felt proud and accomplished to have grown out of that stage. Usagi was a mature young woman now, a princess soon to take her place as queen, but she couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness. This was a significant part of her life she would be leaving behind, a part filled with the innocence, naivety, and blissful ignorance that came before she learned of her destiny and the heavy burden placed on her shoulders. She want to keep at least a small part of that childishness alive in her, to keep her bright and optimistic in the dreariness of adulthood.

She sat back up on the mattress for a moment before dashing to a stack of open boxes in the corner. She rummaged for a few minutes before she finally found it. "Maybe Mamo-chan won't mind sleeping on bunny sheets every once in a while," she mused to herself as she gingerly pulled out a faded purple comforter with white bunnies and golden moons.