Usagi breathed in a major sigh of relief. Her nerves on end from her tricking the boys, whom she now remembered as some dear friends. She turned to watch as the beach house grew smaller and smaller as they drove away and to the nearest town to do some clothes shopping. She had felt nervous that the guys would find out that she was helping the girls escape. Though she hadn't received all of her memories of the guys she felt bad. Because in her heart she knew them, or a past them, and they had wanted her and Mamoru's help in winning the girls back. But Mamoru was right. The girls needed to get away before anyone dropped the memory bomb on them.

Usagi looked through the review mirror and began laughing as the girls were basically right on Mamoru's butt, "They're eager to get away." Usagi commented, though she couldn't help but have mixed feelings on her betrayal of the boys and her helping out the girls.

"Well," Mamoru smiled, "when you think about what awaited them back in the living room I'm not surprised. I think the guys need to calm down before the girl's see them, "Mamoru's nose scrunched up, "cause the guys were way too happy to see the girls."

"Awe," Usagi mocked in a baby voice, leaning over and resting her chin on his shoulder, "Mamo waw womthing he dudn't vike."

"Mamo saw something he didn't ever want to see," Mamoru clarified, casting her a fleeting glance before diverging his attention back onto the road. The closest town wasn't that far, about an hour or so away. He could now see the outline of the town, though it was still a long ways off. He glanced at his watched and winced. Thank gods no police had caught them. They were going way over the speed limit as they were. He glanced in the review mirror and shook his head. If it had been up to the girls they'd have teleported instead.

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"Mamoru better get his butt in gear." Minako grumbled frustrated, her eyes flashing to her review mirror every second, "He wasn't the one molested." Her hands gripped at the steering wheel. Her knuckles were white from how tightly she gripped the leather.

All the girls had quickly piled into her car, once Usagi had thrown her the keys. They didn't see a need to take all three cars, though they hadn't really been thinking properly at the time. Makoto, Rei and Ami were sitting in the backseat, taking advantage of the decent size space to lay back and relax. None of the girls had slept, as they were all keeping careful watch of the door throughout the entire night. They hadn't heard what was going on outside the door, other than Luna screaming at the guys as if she knew them. Then there were some more sounds of Usagi and Mamoru, but most of that was a blur as the girls had their hearts thumping and their blood roaring through their veins. It was almost like Senshi Lust, but none of the after affects were in sight…probably because they just had to think about the hormonal baby turning men in the next room.

"Go around him." Hotaru supplied, wanting to get out of the area as much as the other four girls. Out of the others she was probably the most frazzled. Nothing like that had ever happened to her. Sure, she had the whole demon possession thing, being considered bad and some of the Senshi wanting to kill her, but that? No, never. That seemed more like the common theme for the Inners, considering some of the stories the girls had told her about some of their past love experiences. Especially, when they thought Hotaru was showing some romantic interest in someone. She was seventeen and never had she been kissed…until last night.

"I say we ram him to the side," Makoto growled, sitting forward in her seat from the back. She wanted out of there and fast. She looked over at Ami, whom was staring ahead with her eyes vacant and obviously lost in thought. Rei was casting hated glares out the back window.

"Can't," Minako pouted, "Usagi would kill me. I think Mamoru would hold a grudge if I wrecked his only ride. And," She exhaled noisily, "my insurance will be killer."

"I'll pay," Hotaru bribed, giving Minako a look that said she meant it.

"No," Minako shook her head, tempted but she knew Haruka would kill her, "we have to be calm. We have to think about what just happened."

"We were molested by naked, baby turning men." Makoto said deadpanned, "What is there to think about?"

"I hate to say it," Hotaru huffed, crossing her arms, "but Minako is right." Makoto nodded, grudgingly. She was still reeling after one whole day of locking herself in the master bedroom. She had been so surprised, so shocked to find some gorgeous blonde pervert with his tongue down her throat that she absolutely freaked instead of frying his ass. It bothers her that she hadn't reacted like she normally would have. Never mind the nice abs, toned muscles of what she could see. She should have whipped his ass.

"Don't," Minako warned, giving Makoto a look via review mirror, "we all reacted badly. Though it was kind of hot, it was scary." Hotaru and Makoto chuckled at Minako's attempt at humoring them.

Rei turned forward, lightly hitting the blonde in the back of the head, "It was not hot. It was damn embarrassing." Makoto lightly poked Rei in the side.

"Oh, I don't know Rei," Minako looked back at the still scowling miko with a smirk, "your guy was kind of cute. Maybe not as cute as mine…" She bit her lip to keep from laughing as Rei snorted.

"Liked a naked man all pressed up against you?" Hotaru teased, glancing to Minako with a twinkle in her purple orbs.

"Yeah," Minako shrugged, playing along, "but not as much as Makoto." Minako gave Makoto a sly look, "She was so into it she bit him."

"He had my broccoli steaming." Makoto playfully gushed, hands folded and pressed to her chest. But then she giggled, ruining the affect.

Ami chuckled, having come out of her thoughts, "Oh? Anything else we should know?"

"She probably didn't think he was her old boyfriend." Hotaru supplied in a giggle, "She would have been all over that otherwise."

"Hotaru," Minako gasped, making all girls turn to her at the sound, "I believe you were actually throwing yourself at the man with the braid. And were those moans of passion I heard?" Hotaru's mouth hung open as her face went beat red before hitting the laughing blonde in the arm. Makoto hid her chuckles behind her hand, watching the flustered younger girl and her turned-laughing-hyena blonde friend. Ami shook her head, looking confused but fighting her own smile. Rei was smirking in amusement to see the younger girl flustered, much like an older sister overseeing the friendly ribbing of her sibling.

"I'll tell Haruka-papa!"

"That you almost had sex in the living room!" Minako choked on her bubbling laughter.

"You're dead Minako Aino!" The group laughed, coming down from the buzz of panic. It was the calm after the storm, where the blood cools and giddiness fills one up.

"I'm hurting Setsuna," Rei announced, arms crossed as she slouched in the backseat behind Minako and beside Ami. The giggles had been subsiding when she had announced her attentions toward the Time Guardian. Ami cast her a fleeting glance, once she shared a look with a shrugging Makoto.

"No you're not," The blunette disputed.

"Why not?"

"Rei," Ami admonished, "Sets wouldn't have let us take the babies, whom turned into highly hormonal males, without having a good reason for it."

"So?" Rei disputed stubbornly. Minako looked back and rolled her eyes at Ami before diverting her attention to the road again. Hotaru turned in her seat, directing her attention on the other dark haired girl.

"You know that Setsuna is bound to her duty like the rest of us. She's even more serious about it then Usagi is about food." Hotaru pointed out. Rei cracked a smile, knowing that Hotaru had said the last part for her benefit.

"Yeah," Rei gave in, "but she better have an extremely good reason for that." Rei pointed a thumb in the direction the beach house was.

"There was nothing wrong about their bodies." Ami reasoned, "They're heart rate speed up and their bodies had edup whenever they felt their-" The rest of Ami's words were muffled as Rei and Makoto put a hand over the smart girl's mouth.

"Not another word," Rei narrowed her eyes. Ami rolled her eyes, smiling as the girls drove the rest of the way. They chatted as they drove; knowing the distraction was needed so they did not let themselves settle on what awaited them upon their return.

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"How come they haven't come out yet?" Duo exclaimed, his arms held out towards the door, "They can't possibly survive in there another day." He looked to the other men, dirty plates littering the pool table, as one had finally ventured to the kitchen so the boys had sustenance for them to continue their vigilance of the door. Most of them had shifted around, but still kept within easy reach of the door, despite the two cats that would stand in their way.

Wufei and Duo had moved the loveseat up the stairs, just to sit it right in front of the hallway area. Most of the boys were sitting there, Duo and Quatre on the seats as Wufei took to leaning against the left armrest. Heero sat at the stairs and Trowa leaned on the wall to the left of the hallway.

Luna and Artemis had been taken care of. Quatre had supplied them with food, without having to attempt to bribe them from their positions. The others hadn't been as…kind. But, Luna mentally chuckled; she couldn't say she hadn't expected it. These men had been trained as planetary princes and generals. They knew of tactics to wear down the enemy, to strike and take advantage of the enemy's weakness. Good thing they still thought of her and Artemis as allies still. Her tummy had been rumbling.

Compliance must have eased her and Artemis into a false sense of safety. The cats' bellies were full with food and lack of sleep taking away much of their senses. Otherwise, Artemis would not have been so careless as to utter the next sentence he had.

"Actually," Artemis cleared his throat, "they can." And he realized, too late, that he had given these men some ammunition. Luna, too, stared at Artemis as if he had sold one of their greatest military secrets to their enemy. These men were trained, both from the past and from this last dimension they had lived in. They heard. The cat was going to talk. Trowa, the nearest one to the white cat, picked the feline male up by his neck. He moved away from the wall, even as Luna stuttered to try and get him to put Artemis down. She found herself being held by the scruff of her own neck. Et tu Quatre?

"Explain." Trowa demanded, face expressionless. Artemis hung by the scruff of his neck, his paws flailing out to try and make contact, but Trowa held him at an angle that would not allow the white feline to get in a hit.

"What I mean is…" Artemis tried to find a way to change the subject or come up with a reasonable lie. He glanced around, eyed wide, "Look a distraction!" Artemis pointed, but no one looked. Not even a single glance away. The white cat hung his head, 'How come that only works for Minako?'

"Put him down Trowa!" Luna demanded, hissing with her teeth bared. She also sent a glowering look at her captor, but only received some apologetic blue eyes in response.

"Not until he tells us what he knows and what we don't know." Trowa said calmly, as all the guys surrounded Trowa and his prisoner. Artemis looked at the group of males huddling around him. He couldn't help but think that this scene resembled the beginning of a bad gay-bestiality porno somehow.

"Talk." Heero barked his death glare in full blown force. The men's faces towering over him and Luna as they were stuck in the middle as fugitives to this very terrifying interrogation. Artemis did not allow himself to think of torture tools, as the men were naked already. He will scrub his mind from the images once this nightmare was over.

"That," Artemis gave in dejectedly, nodding at the door, "is the master bedroom. There is a bathroom connected to it as well as a mini-fridge that was well stocked." Artemis gulped as a foreboding silence followed his confession.

"Artemis!" Luna screeched.

"You decide to tell us this now?" Wufei shouted, scowling as he took a step towards Artemis.

"You never asked?" Artemis tried but by the looks on the five men's faces he was one skinned cat.

"Knock it off." Luna chewed out, feeling more and more like she was in charge of a bunch of sex craved men…oh yeah! Luna shook her head and looked to the heavens, pleading for patience, "You're being irrational."

"Watch out Luna," Duo chuckled, "or Wu-man might just cart you away like a cave man."

"May I remind you," Wufei held up a strand of brown hair smugly. Duo gasped and held his braid close.

"You can't have it!" Duo declared. Trowa and Heero ignored them, their attention still on a nervous Artemis who was very much aware that they held him by the skin of his neck. Quatre shook his head, letting the two other men have at it. He set Luna down now that they had the information. Luna didn't forgive him though as she still hissed angrily at him.

"Artemis," Quatre smiled, a deceptively calm smile, "why didn't you just tell us?"

"Cause the girls would have killed you!" Luna growled. Her claws out as she continued, "You would have barged in there, still naked, and the girls would have let you have it."

"I want it!" Duo raised a hand, forgetting about the headlock that Wufei had him in. Luna's nose twitched, eyes closed as a vein began to pop up at her temple.

"We know well enough about how you want it, Prince Duo." Duo grinned sheepishly at Luna's sardonic tone.

"You could have given us the benefit of the doubt, Luna." Quatre somberly pointed out, looking like a hurt little puppy. Luna had to remind herself that she hated dogs.

"You're still naked." The black cat countered, glancing annoyingly at the boys' anatomy. Quatre squirmed, the others were unperturbed.

"Naked is just another form of dress." Heero dismissed her argument, "Not like they haven't seen us before."

"In the past," Luna shot back, "P-A-S-T! Past! You boys are so caught up on then that you keep forgetting there is a now!" Luna bellowed, "Get it through your thick heads," Luna snapped, "and I meant the one's on your shoulders!"

"That one too." Trowa smirked, sharing a rare moment of his humor. All the men chuckled, perversely. Luna gaped, her cheeks flushed.

"That is what we mean." Artemis butted in, glaring, "You're thinking of things of the physical nature than you are anything else." He didn't think it was the only thing the boys were thinking of, but obviously some of their thoughts did steer towards some aspects of their past relationship.

"Find a freaking bathroom and wank it off!" Luna snapped, "You are acting like little boys." Luna glowered. She was getting so frustrated with the boys. She understood they missed the girls, even wanted to rekindle the smoldering embers but they were thinking more and more of how the girls were back then. They just didn't see or understand.

"I'm finished." Heero groused, shaking his head, "I'm talking to Rei now whether she likes it or not."

"Don't!" Both cats cried as Wufei kicked the door in and the men surrounded the doorway. Luna squeezed past their legs, rushing to defend the girls in case there was a repeat of the scenario from last night.

"Hey!" Duo shouted, eyes shifting from one end of the room to the other, "where'd they go?" Trowa's eyes narrowed in on the open window, the driveway in the open window's view. All the men stared, dumbfounded to find the girls gone, until everything clicked into place from last night to this morning.

"Usagi!"

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"How are my plans coming?" A scathing voice purred in the darkness, her bright topaz eyes flashing. She leaned back into her obelisk throne, legs handing over one armrest with her back against the other. Her long hair, wild and free, fell down her back in auburn waves. The silver scarves that conformed as her form of dress, parted, but she gave it no care as she stared down at the one standing before her.

The man before her stood, his cold blue eyes and flowing white hair an image of aloofness she found enjoyable. His handsome face made of hard planes that some human females constantly fantasized about in a bad boy with the secret golden heart. This man had no heart. If he did, she would have ripped it from his chest.

"Everything is ready for your command, my Mistress."

"That's what I like to hear Kunzite." Three other men walked out from the shadows, "My generals, "She grinned wickedly, "prepare to say hello to your long lost loves. Not yet, but soon. I have to make sure everything is in place before you say your hellos. Get the demon's ready." She laughed, the four men joining in as the image of the girls' shocked faces flashing in their mind's eye.