A/N: Yada, yada, the disclaimer's on the first few pages at least.

Chichiri left the room with a bit more confidence than he'd entered with. Had she really been doing that? He felt so silly after thinking she was simply calling him; whoops! That thought gave him a good laugh as he walked down the hall.

The way she looked when he lifted the sheet from her almost made him as breathless as she was at that moment. Rosy cheeks, her hair askew, her legs trembled slightly, even though they simply lay still. Her eyes seemed a bit brighter; perhaps a sort of foggy blue.

He'd made it to his quarters and sat down on his bed, setting his staff aside. He did make her feel things he hadn't since then. With that thought in mind he took off his mask and looked at the inside as he held it in one hand. He sighed.

(-Break-)

His eyes were empty and clouded, much like Tamahome's were when this trick had been pulled before. Yui sat at the windowsill in her usual oversized evening shirt. This one though, she'd taken from Mamoru; she liked the way it smelled. The mindless man stood in front of her, still as a statue, waiting for some kind of command that may move him. Yui turned her head from the courtyard and eyed him up and down. She scoffed, though it could have been forced.

"You aren't Tamahome… but there is something that I like about you. Something that reminds me of him." He said nothing; simply stood still. She stood from her place and approached him. He kept his gaze focused on nothing, which quickly changed as soon as the priestess ordered him to look at her. "Am I pretty, Mamoru?" Her question was honest, and a part of her looked almost sad. He nodded, still looking at her. "Am I beautiful?" Again, he nodded.

Her fingers undid one button after the other, until her shirt rested open over her shoulders, revealing her milky skin, and the slight glimpse of her hardly covered breasts. His gaze darkened slightly.

There was always a part of her that screamed what she was doing was wrong, even when she had stolen Miaka's love away. It wasn't fair though, she'd been stranded and raped waiting for her; why should any of this feel wrong? And this Mamoru… She didn't even know whose love this was, save for a glance she had of the girl when she and the senshi invaded her palace. This made her feel less of a snake. She didn't know the girl; therefore her future acts would be easy.

Her first order had Mamoru kissing at the nape of her neck and gently cupping her breast. Yui's cheeks flushed with color, his touch was very pleasing. Easily, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he gently placed her down. Somewhere between being touched and carried to the bed her shirt was removed. His lips found hers, and quickly his tongue came into play, tickling her own.

The fact that these acts were entirely empty only hurt her a little. She'd become shallow in needing to be accepted so desperately. She wanted what Miaka and Tamahome had so badly, that now it didn't matter how she got it.

She blushed as she felt his hand travel up her inner thigh. A sharp intake of breath was the only response she could manage once his fingers played against her gently.

"Mamoru…" She nearly moaned.

"Yes." His tone held nothing.

"Love me." She now cried, a sudden onslaught of tears spilling from her eyes. "Love me." Mamoru ceased all actions and made his way into bed with her. Mindlessly he gathered her in his arms, her head now resting on his chest while she cried harder. His hand caressed her back as he stared into nothing. Her nakedness was casually covered by the satin sheet he tugged over her shoulders.

(-Break-)

"Hello?" A voice echoed. Usagi twitched in her sleep. "Usagi." It echoed again.

"Hmm…" Was her sleepy response.

"Wake up Odango-tama!" Usagi shot up in her bed, quickly rubbing her eyes and opening her ears.

"What the…?" She listened again.

"That's right, doofus! It's me!" Somehow Usagi didn't seem too keen at the moment to hear from her hot tempered friend.

"Let me go back to sleep." She whined as she lay back down.

"Still as lazy as ever. I should have seen this coming. Don't you go back to sleep! I went through hell to try and get a hold of you!"

"So call me back laaater." She whined again, obviously still half asleep.

"Usagi get up you dumb lit- !" Rei's shouts were muffled for the moment as one of the other senshi tried to take her place.

"Usagi-chan, get up!" Ami hollered. Usagi hardly heard the blue haired brainiac shout, so when she did, she shot back up. She gave her eyes another good rub and yawned.

"Ami?" Ami pursed her lips to prevent a smile as Rei threw her arms up in aggravated defeat.

"It's me, Usagi-chan. We're trying to find a way to get you back home." At this Usagi beamed, but then quickly frowned.

"Wait, what about Mamoru? What about everyone else?" Ami cocked a brow at this.

"What do you mean everyone else? There are only two of you to save." She said matter-of-factly. Usagi frowned and her thoughts traveled immediately to Chichiri, and a half a second later, the rest of the seishi. Unbeknownst to Usagi, Ami read her emotions on the page of parchment before her and quickly nodded her head. "Ohhh." Personally Ami didn't know what to think of how things were unfolding. Mamoru and Usagi had been together, forever! It was their destiny to be together, to make Crystal Tokyo, to have Chibi-Usa. What would ever happen if this weren't so? Ami sighed. "Usagi…" Before she could manage another word the blonde girl waved it away and spoke.

"I know, Ami. I don't need to be reminded. I, of all people, know it best." Ami frowned. "I've been shackled without any say in the matter." She added in with a mumble. Jeeze, Ami thought.

"Is it really all that bad? I thought you loved him, Usagi." Ami questioned, trying to sound reasonable but failing.

"Have you been reading what's been going on?" She demanded. Usagi bit her lip and angrily scrunched the sheets into her balled fists. Ami nodded dumbly. "What am I supposed to think? How am I supposed to feel?" She had nothing else to throw while she shouted, so she yanked her sheets from herself and threw them in a childish fit. "You have no idea what I'm going through! You have no idea what I'm thinking or feeling! He's taken advantage of me! It wasn't his fault, but I feel resentment toward him! I love him, AND I HATE HIM!" Usagi was fuming and hysterical all at once. "And the one I hate more than any of this, the one that's tainted my feelings so badly is Tomo. I swear to God I'm going to kill that son of a bitch! I'll kill him!" She shouted so loudly that her voice went hoarse at her final sentence. Ami didn't say a word, nor did the rest of the senshi lurking in the background who listened.

Rei's brows furrowed, her hands clenched at her sides. She may not have been Usagi, but she'd definitely experienced some of what was going on while she was in that book. A tear trickled down the girl's cheek as her feelings and thoughts churned. After a moment she forced herself to calm down long enough to take Ami's spot and speak with Usagi.

"Usagi," Rei spoke. "We haven't figured out a way for you to come back just yet, we've obviously only gotten this far, but we need to get you back as well as Mamoru. Maybe you should speak with Hotohori or one of the others and see if they can think of something." The blonde girl reluctantly complied. Rei didn't argue, it was more than enough for now.

"Go back to sleep, Usagi-chan…" With that, Rei closed slowly closed the book and sighed.

Usagi sat in the dark for a moment in thought. Rei had called her Usagi-chan. That was rare. Maybe she understood… she shook her head and fell back to her pillow. The sheet was out of reach. Luckily she wasn't stupid enough to toss the comforter; she reached for it and snuggled in with a frown. She may have had a lot on her mind, but she was so tired… So God damn tired…

Hello all. A lot of talking in this one, I know, and I'm sure I'll add more to this one soon enough; seems a little short. Tell me what you thought. Not sure whether I like it all or not, but it's what I have for now. Take care dears.