Thank you to everyone who reviewed! The story trudges on... :) I hope you enjoy. I know... it's a major pain having to wait each holiday out. But it gives you something to look forward to right? At least I HOPE so. This one was shorter than I had wanted it to be, but I think all of you will be satisfied. I expect a lot of review! Ha ha ha... (no seriously, I do).

I know... it's not March... but close enough right? lol. I realized that April Fools will be on April 1st (duh) but then Easter is right behind it! In my original planning, there isn't an Easter chapter (don't ask... but somehow I forgot, lol), but I'm hoping to have enough material to push two chapters out. One more later in March, and another in April. No promises though... all depends on how the details are developed in these next few chapters.

Enjoy!


Mamoru yawned and finished scribbling in his last patient's file. He signed a release form for one of the nurses allowing another patient to go home. Grabbing his keys, he threw on his jacket, made small goodbyes to the staff that was between his office and his motorcycle and headed toward the parking garage. He was halfway toward his bike when a familiar, yet unwelcome, feeling came over his body. He grabbed his chest and fell to his knees. Within a minute the feeling was gone. Mamoru groaned. Looking around, and thankful no one was around to witness his collapse, he waited for a second feeling he had learned to expect after the first… but it never came.

Deciding it unsafe to ride home, he called a cab service while wondering why Sailor Moon had transformed but he could not sense any danger.

~*~

The chill air, the crystal sky, and the silence—save Mercury's typing—all reminded Usagi of her previous lifetime. While the other senshi began walking through the rubble, she made her way into the former palace.

"Stay away from any buildings," Luna warned, "They are over a millennia in age, and we don't know how stable they are. There's no telling what could happen or if we could get you out should they collapse."

Usagi shook the warning away, looking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being missed. Mercury was busy doing scans and collecting data, Luna and Artemis on both her shoulders watching her computer monitor with her. Jupiter was shuffling through rubble, while Venus took in the scenery and Mars was attempting at finding any energy readings. She slipped in unnoticed.

Calling upon the ginzuisho for light, she made her way through—what used to be—the grand entrance hall. The staircase was now disconnected from the second level of the palace, laying in ruins on the floor. Usagi tiptoed and wide stepped over the large chunks of marble. It was the first time she had been back to the moon since the battle with Metalia… not that she had the time to sight see. Luna had stated the air was not suitable to breathe and advised (rather than ordered) her never to return. Usagi wasn't sure what she meant by that… its not like she could return to the moon without the other senshi anyway. And even if she used her power as Princess over them, Luna would still scratch her to bits for putting herself and her court in danger.

Something caught her eye. It was the bottom corner of a large picture frame. A medium sized hole through the rubble allowed her to see it was a portrait of herself smiling, with her head tilted slightly and resting on another person's chest. She wore one of her favorite dresses—the same dress she had been wearing the night the Dark Kingdom attacked. He—Usagi knew it was a man based upon the build and the height of the other individual—was dressed in black armor. Curious, she moved a few pieces of marble to reveal the artist's signature in the bottom right corner and smiled when she saw the symbol for Neptune and a elegant, lopsided M. Michiru had painted it.

Who was in the other half of the painting? Perhaps it was of her and her father? Usagi knew she was about sixteen when the attack took place. It was not uncommon in the Lunar culture to have portraits done of family members on significant birthdays. She used her senshi strength and pushed a few larger pieces of marble away from the mat. The upper left quarter of the painting had been burned away, giving her no identity to who the man could have been. She frowned and sighed. It wasn't that she didn't love her Earth parents, but she would have liked to know who her Moon father was. So far, she hadn't had any memories of him at all. She went to make an exit before the others would notice she was gone when her eyes zoomed in on the diamond ring that adorned her portrait-self's left hand.

'Holy crap.'

"LUNA!" Usagi shrieked, running from the painting, squeezing through the same hole she came in through, and continuing her sprint to the rest of the group, "I have something I have to talk to you about!"

"Sailor Moon!" Luna half-hissed-half-gasped, "I thought I instructed all of you to NOT go into any of these buildings!"

"Hai," Usagi breathed, "I know, but this… this is BIG!"

"I don't know what could be so big that it would be worth you possibly killing yourself!" Luna growled.

Ignoring her guardian's irritation, Usagi moved onto her question, "Luna, who was I engaged to?"

"NANI?!" all four heads of the scouts whipped around, their attention now on their Princess.

"In the palace, there was a painting… it was of me and a man, I assume it was an engagement portrait, hanging in the entrance hall. I had a ring on my left finger."

Luna scoffed, "That ridiculous. Engagement rings were never part of the Lunarian culture. You could have just been wearing a piece of your favorite jewelry."

"Then could it be a portrait of me with my father?"

Luna's small body stiffened, "No it could not."

"But—"

"I will not talk about this now Sailor Moon," Luna's tone was firm, "Senshi, have you gotten what you need? Mercury?"

The blue clad soldier nodded.

"Alright then. Sailor teleport back to Earth. You all have school tomorrow."

Usagi joined the others, but couldn't help but feel that Luna was wrong. Which would mean that her fiancé was probably reincarnated too. Gulping, she took the hands of Mars and Mercury into her own.

~*~

"So weird."

"Tell me about it," Mamoru took a drink of his coffee, "It was really strange. But she didn't need me. I'd know if she did."

Motoki finished cleaning the last milkshake glass, "Well, does this change anything with Usagi?"

Mamoru shook his head, "Of course not."

"Good," Motoki smiled, "Because here she comes." He pointed behind Mamoru to the front window at the group of familiar girls making their way into the arcade.

"Hey Toki-onii!" Usagi smiled, "Kon'wa Mamo-chan."

Mamoru smiled as Usagi took the stool next to him.

"Aaaawww…" all four girls made goo-goo eyes at Motoki and Makoto as she blushed when Motoki draped an arm around her shoulders.

"So what did you want to talk to us about after closing Motoki?" Makoto asked, an attempt to get the attention away from her new relationship.

Motoki beamed, glowing more than ever—if that were possible, "I have a big announcement, and I wanted all of you to be the first to hear the great news!"

He paused for dramatic effect.

"Thanks to the brilliant efforts of our wonderful Odango Atama," Usagi cringed—the name sounding odd coming from Motoki, "I have decided to open the restaurant back up!"

"AAAH!"

"No way!"

"Oh… my favorite cheeseburgers will be back…."

"That's so awesome!"

While the girls continued their episode of excitement as Mamoru and Motoki walked a few feet away where it would be quieter.

"You can really do this?" Mamoru spoke in a soft voice and quirking an eyebrow, "I mean, I know you can do this but—"

"Hai," Motoki smiled not taking offense, "I had Naoko's father check the numbers three times. He says I can do it. He's the best there is, so I trust him."

Mamoru nodded in agreement. Oonishi-san was the best accountant and business entrepreneur the two knew, owning several successful businesses throughout Juuban. Oonishi had started his first business as a small café in his mid-twenties and later expanded into other markets.

"Then congratulations," Mamoru clapped his hand on Motoki's shoulder and gave him a sincere smile, "You're going to do awesome."

"Makoto, there was something I wanted to ask you…" Motoki blushed as the two men made it back to the group of squealing females.

The group instantly became silent—Mamoru swore he heard a few crickets. Motoki nervously rubbed the back of his neck and kept smiling like a fool. Even after a few minutes passed, everyone remained quiet, wanting to hear what Motoki had to say. A light blush formed on the arcade—now restaurant as well—owner.

"Well, I know you're going off to college and you're going to have a lot on your plate already, and I mean, I don't want to pressure you into this or anything, or make you feel obligated into helping me, but you see, I was thinking over everything while I was talking to Oonishi-san and—"

Mamoru clapped Motoki on the back, "Spit it out, Toki."

His blush deepened as he realized he had been rambling, " Well, would you like to help me with the kitchen? I mean! I wouldn't make you head chef or anything, not that you couldn't do it! It's just that… you know… school comes first! But in the summers and on the weekends or whenever you're free, you know, you could get some experience, not that you need more experience! But I'd really like you to help me with the menu… I mean, I know arcade food isn't really what you want to specialize in but—"

Makoto laughed, blushing herself, and placed a hand over her boyfriend's mouth, "Hai. I would love to!"

Motoki's smile widened, if that were possible, and he pecked Makoto quickly on the lips—only to receive another round of "Aaaawww…"

"So…" Usagi asked as sly as she could muster, "When did you plan on opening?"

"Well, as soon as possible. I'm afraid we sold most of the equipment when the restaurant closed and the space needs a good cleaning. But if we work as quickly for a reopening as we did for Halloween… I don't see why it couldn't be ready by the end of May."

"Perfect for graduation!" Minako cheered, "Oh, Motoki, you HAVE to let us have our party here!"

"Of course!" Motoki quickly agreed, "It's the least I can do. After all, you're all going to help me get ready, right?"

The group sweat dropped.

"Of course Motoki," Rei forced, "How else would we spend our valuable time?" She grumbled the last part.

St. Patrick's Day

"Ow! What was that for, baka?" Usagi glared at Mamoru and rubbed her arm where he had pinched her. True, it didn't hurt, but the two hadn't had a decent fight in nearly five months! "You made me die!"

He simply smirked and slipped onto the stool of the game beside her, "No green, Odango. I was sure you were into every holiday imaginable."

Usagi rolled her eyes, "Just because it gives you a legitimate reason to wear that UGLY green thing," she pointed to his outdated blazer, "Doesn't mean that I don't like Saint Patrick's day."

"I half expected you to look like the Hulk," he poked her in the side.

She swatted his hand away as she placed another coin into the machine, "They won't let us at school. We can't do anything that would "tarnish" the uniform." Usagi's scrunched her nose at the word tarnish.

Mamoru thought for a moment and loosened his black and green striped tie with thin gold pin-stripes, then placed it around her neck.

"HEY!" Usagi whined, "I died again!"

The doctor shook his head at her focused attention span and pushed another quarter inside the slot, "It's so you won't experience any more pinching."

Usagi hit the 'Start' button and kept playing, concentrating on the game and hoping Mamoru couldn't see her blush.

After a few minutes of watching her, Mamoru spoke up, "Do you have plans this weekend?"

"Iie," she responded mindlessly as she hit the buttons on the machine furiously, "Have an idea?"

Mamoru shrugged, and leaned against the game he was at, "I was thinking that everyone could come over to my place for dinner this Friday night."

Beep beep beep ddsdsdfjhshhh….

The machine gurgled as Usagi's character died.

"Really?"

He shrugged, "Sure. Why not? We're all friends."

Usagi smirked, "Alright. Just… don't tell Minako until the day of."

Mamoru blinked, "Nani? Why?"

Friday…

"Minako!" Mamoru growled as his doorbell rang again. The mentioned blonde only winked at him as she sprung to the front door to answer it. This was the last time he would tell HER about a "small get together." Thanks to the socialite, his apartment was now filled with crowded bodies, beer, and raging music. If the rest of his building wasn't inside his apartment, he was sure they would have complained about all of the noise. He had to give her this though… only Minako could throw a party after only being told two hours in advance. Mamoru grabbed a handful of Doritos. Where had these come from? Scanning the room, he saw Usagi refilling chip bowls and picking up discarded cups on her way back toward the kitchen.

He watched her from the door way as she shoved the plastic cups into the large black garbage bags, and proceeded to rummage inside the refrigerator for something non-alcoholic to drink.

"Did you need something baka? Or were you just going to watch me all evening?" she asked, head still stuck in the fridge.

He smirked as she pulled out a Coke and cracked it open.

"Just making sure you weren't drinking underage, Odango."

Usagi gasped in fake annoyance, her free hand over her heart, "Like I would ever do such a thing!"

Mamoru's mouth formed his traditional smirk as he leaned against the doorframe.

"I was 16 okay?" Usagi rolled her eyes, giving into the unspoken question. She hopped up onto the counter to sit, "It was after… well, after a bad I don't know… what do you call it when you're not officially with someone? But you're kind of a couple?"

Mamoru thought about it for a moment. He wasn't sure how he would define such a relationship, "Limbo." He shrugged.

Bobbing her head up and down in agreement, Usagi took another drink, "Well, I got out of limbo. But not in the way I wanted. He stopped showing up. I never got to say goodbye. When I finally realized that it was over… like officially over, I fell apart. It was so humiliating and embarrassing… even though he acted like he cared for me, he just left."

Mamoru watched as the blonde's eyes glossed over and she had a far-away expression on her face. He would have been concerned, except she didn't sound hurt or angry. But as soon as it appeared it was gone, and her smile was bright again.

"So the night after my epiphany, the girls took me out. We went to play pool and dance, and Minako…" giggle, "she snuck in some cheap vodka," Usagi laughed at the memory, "They totally cheered me up." She looked over at Mamoru now, and scrunched her nose, "And the hangover taught me to never drink again… at least until I'm 21."

Mamoru walked over to her and poked the tip of her nose, "Bad Odango."

Usagi swatter his finger away, "Oh come on… you can't tell me you've never done it."

"Iie." Mamoru shrugged.

Usagi studied his face, her own expression serious. A few seconds later, her smile returned, "Liar!" she accused, pointing a finger at him, "Your pupils are huge!"

Mamoru couldn't hold his laugh back, "You watch too much television, Odango."

"You don't watch enough, Mamo-baka!" she fired back without missing a beat.

"Tell me, what spy show taught you to look for that? Another American crime series?"

Usagi grinned and shook her head. He teased her relentlessly over her interest in the American culture and United States.

"Naoko again?" Mamoru frowned, watching Usagi tap away on her phone as the two watched a thriller flick.

She simply nodded before folding it shut and let her attention float back to the television, "Hai." She answered without removing her eyes from the screen, "He told me about this television show he just found out about—it's called Bones. He thought I would like it. He's going to send me a DVD box set so I can watch it."

"You talk to him a lot."

His jealously was lost on the blonde, who simply shrugged and dug a hand into the popcorn bowl, "He knows a lot about the U.S."

"What is your fascination with the United States?"

Usagi shrugged, "I don't know… their lives are just so different than ours. I mean… they're total prudes on some topics, but overly erratic in others. They're a complete entertainment capital."

"You ever been to the states?" Mamoru questioned though a mouthful of popcorn.

"Iie," Usagi answered with a half-sigh, "I'd love to go one day though. Minako talks about it all the time… you know, back in the days when she was a pop icon. Actually, I think she's the one who got me interested. She's also been to London and Paris. But there's something different about America. Naoko invited me to go see him this summer before Uni… but I don't think it's such a good idea."

"Nani?" Mamoru blinked, "Why?"

Another shrug. "Don't want him to get the wrong idea---hey!" she exclaimed and her face mimicked a child on Christmas morning as she faced Mamoru, "Why don't you come too?"

Mamoru's mouth fell open uncontrollably, "Nani?"

"Hai! You missed your chance to go to the states three years ago. We can go together! Then it won't be awkward and we can ogle the super stars together! Besides, my English is terrible. Naoko told me you're fluent, so don't even try to get out of it!"

"And how exactly are you intending to pay for this lavish trip?" Mamoru cocked and eyebrow and began laughing as Usagi changed her expression into sad puppy dog eyes.

"You always have to ruin my fun!" she pouted, "Come on… we could see the ocean—"

"You've already seen the ocean."

"Meet famous people!"

"You're best friends with Aino Minako."

"Eat delicious food!"

"You already pig out at the Crown on a daily basis."

Mamoru laughed as a pillow hit his stomach.

"Let a girl daydream!" Usagi scolded.

The rest of the night was spent with Usagi babbling on about their semi-fictional trip to the U.S. in the summer.

Too bad he didn't know her skill had everything to do with being a senshi and nothing to do with being a television-crazed teenager. Would he be impressed? Intimidated? The girls' comments filler her ears.

"He's totally gone for you Usagi!"

"He likes you."

"He's yours."

"Just flirt your way through the next couple of meetings."

"Come on," Mamoru offered his hand, "Lets go see the state of my apartment, and make sure nothing is broken."

She shrugged the question off and slipped her small hand into his larger one.

"Woah, woah!" Minako giggled, dancing on the table to the 'That's What You Get' by Paramore.

"That's a 60,000 yen table!" Mamoru gawked upon seeing the blonde.

The declaration was lost through the music though, as Minako continued to head-bang. To his utter horror, Rei joined her on the table top when the chorus began again.

"That's what you get when you let your heart win!"

And like a music video, the surrounding crowd joined in.

"WHOOOAH WHOAAAH!"

"That's what you get when you let your heart win!" the two divas belted and pointed out to the party members.

"WHOOOOAH!"

"I drowned out all my sense with, the sound if it's beating!"

Mamoru sighed and his shoulders slouched in defeat. Usagi giggled and elbowed him in the side, "Hey it's not that bad. They could be up there doing 'Wannabe' by the Spice Girls."

"Hey Mamoru!" Motoki called out to him and waved him over. Makoto looked exceptionally comfortable in his lap. Upon meeting Usagi's gaze, the brunette blushed. Usagi simply winked and gave her a thumbs up. But when Mamoru arrived near the couple, Makoto gave Motoki a quick peck on the lips and made her way over to Usagi. The two girls headed into the kitchen, while the guys went out onto the balcony.

~*~

Mamoru slid the glass door closed and sighed, "Man..."

Motoki chuckled and took a drink of his beer, "Hai, I know."

"You're not driving are you?" Mamoru cocked an eyebrow.

The blond shook his head, "Don't worry. Makoto and I are going to share a cab home. She's uh... she's staying over."

"Moving a little fast, don't you think?"

Motoki rolled his eyes and took another drink, "Nothing is going to happen. Besides, how many times has Usagi slept over and you two AREN'T dating?"

Mamoru's deep blue eyes neared black in color and narrowed on his best friend, "What exactly are you trying to say Motoki?"

He held up his hands in defense, "Hey, that's not what I meant. It's just... Makoto is my girlfriend. It's expected ya know? But you and Usagi... it really sucks things didn't work out for V-day."

Mamoru nodded and leaned forward, bracing himself on the railing of the balcony, and took in the city. He had bought the apartment because of the view. It was gorgeous. He could see all across Tokyo from where he was. He smiled knowing that Usagi's house was just East.

He could do this... couldn't he?

Unfortunately for him, the time between Valentine's and St. Patrick's Day had weakened his confidence. Usagi had bounded in the arcade on Monday (the day after Valentine's) with an armload of flowers, chocolates, cards and a few stuffed animals. She had said they were all from friends... but Mamoru knew better. And he thought of the stuffed bunny he had gotten for her.

~*~

"So has he said anything?" Makoto quizzed and grabbed a handful of pretzels.

Usagi sighed and shook her head, "Iie." she placed her chin in her right hand and tapped her lips with the index finger, "What if you're all wrong?"

"No way," Makoto waved the idea off, "He's totally into you, Motoki spilled the beans to get me to stay at his place tonight."

"Makoto!" Usagi gasped, "Nani?"

The brunette blushed, and tucked a hand behind her head, "It's not what you think Usagi! Besides... you've stayed here at Mamoru's plenty of times. Your mom thinks you're at Rei's right?"

Usagi nodded, "Hai. Just... you know. Be safe." she blushed, "And tell me EVERYTHING!"

Makoto laughed and nodded as the two returned to the party, arms linked.

~*~

"What a night," Mamoru rubbed his eyes and yawned looking at the discarded beer bottles, cans, liquor bottles, plastic cups, chips, peanuts, popcorn, and pizza boxes. It would take forever to get his apartment back to the way it was before Minako and her "party patrol" took over. He had to hand it to her… she sure knew how to throw a party.

Usagi yawned in agreement while snapping open a large garbage bag. She began to spill the left over liquid into an empty bowl and toss the empty containers in the bag. Mamoru followed suit.

"Staying over?" Mamoru asked, not looking at her.

"If that's, *yawn*, okay with you."

Clank. The cans Usagi threw in banged together.

"Sure."

~*~

"AAAAAH!"

All four—yes, even the always-calm Ami-chan—screamed; earning the attention of the entire arcade.

"I told you!" Minako taunted in a sing-song voice, "This is so flipping great!"

"How did it happen, Usa?" Ami asked, blushing at her desire to know.

Usagi smiled and her eyes became dreamy.

"Well—"

"Usagi…"

Usagi yawned and rolled to face his form on the bed. He was lying on his back, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. It had taken them two hours to clean the apartment—picking up the trash, wiping things down, stacking dishes into the dishwasher, putting the rest of them into the sink, and moving the furniture out of the way to be ready for vacuuming later. It wasn't until 4:02 before they changed into pajamas and headed to bed. Needless to say, both were overly exhausted.

"Hai, Mamo-chan." she half sighed, half spoke.

"I think… we need to talk about the nicknames." His voice was steady and he closed his eyes after he spoke.

Suddenly, Usagi was wide-awake. What did THAT mean?!

"W—why? Is something wrong?" Usagi's heart clenched, maybe he was going to tell her he didn't like her calling him Mamo-chan… that it was too personal.

Mamoru took in a deep breath and opened his eyes. Turning his head to face her for a moment, he smiled. The expression helped her relax a little. Propping himself up onto an elbow, facing her, Mamoru opened his mouth to speak.

"Well… Usa-ko means you are my little bunny. And you're not."

Usagi could feel her heart quicken in her chest, and she looked down. "Mamo…ru…?" Usagi whispered, barely audible. She could already feel the tears welling up inside her eyes. Why was he bringing this up now?

"Would you like to be? My little bunny that is," he smiled at down at her as her head snapped up to meet his eyes. The glow of the city lights came into his room, letting her see… he was blushing?! "After all… it would only make sense to call you Usako if you were my girlfriend."

"AAAAAHH!!!"

"Lower the decibels, would ya?!" Usagi clapped her hands over her ears and cringed in fake annoyance; secretly happy she was the one reprimanding the noise. The girls laughed and threw discarded straw wrappers, French fries, and ice cubes at the blonde.

"So what happened next?" Minako pressed.

At Usagi's blush, they were at it again… "AAAAAAHHHH!"

Mamoru silently cursed himself as he searched Usagi's eyes. For the love of Kami… why couldn't he wipe off his stupid smile? This had been a bad idea to wait until they were almost to sleep. What if she left because he had made her uncomfortable? What if their friendship was over? Iie. Mamoru told himself. You did this because you wanted to know where you stood with her.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Usagi asked quietly, her voice surprisingly calm and steady.

Mamoru drew in a breath, "Iie."

And so Usagi did what she had wanted to do for the past three months. She grabbed the sides of his face gently, and brought his lips down to meet hers. The kiss was sweet, her mouth tasted of mint and her lips were soft. Mamoru took in the moment, ensuring he would never forget this, pulling her closer to him with his free arm.

"AAAAAHHHH!" the girls looked at each other, "AAAAAH!!!"

Usagi's blushed deepened.

"I take it Usako told you the news?"

At the deep familiar voice, Usagi jumped.

"You're not allowed to sneak up on me anymore!" She scolded as her face became even redder—if that were possible—and he wrapped his arms around her from behind and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"That's not what the agreement was." Mamoru smirked, and looked down at the small blonde resting her head on his chest, "So don't even try it."

"So, how are we celebrating?" Minako questioned, "I say we go on a shopping spree!"

Rei rolled her eyes, "How is shopping relevant?"

Minako looked offended, "How is it not?"

"Why are we celebrating exactly?" Ami asked. There was no doubt the group was celebrating the two love-birds FINALLY getting together…. But, "Shouldn't this be a couple thing?" she hinted.

Makoto sighed, "She's right." She threw a sly grin at the pair, "So how are you two celebrating?"

~*~

The rest of the day, Usagi and Mamoru spent their time as an "official couple" doing… well what "official couples" did. Or at least what the two thought they should do. Mamoru took Usagi out on a rowboat at the park's lake, Usagi packed a picnic basket and the two had lunch after. Then, they spent their time walking around town holding each other, laughing and having fun sneaking in kisses every now and then. Mamoru bought ice creams for the two and they saw an afternoon movie. By that time, Usagi knew it was best to head home.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" Mamoru asked as they neared her house.

Usagi nodded and turned around to face him after taking the step onto the front porch. The height made her about six inches taller.

They shared a smile before Mamoru closed the gap between them. The two shared a kiss; neither of their smiles fading.

~*~

"Usagi," Luna gulped as the blonde entered her room beaming, "I'm afraid we have some bad news for you."

Usagi groaned, "What Luna?" she really didn't want her day to be ruined over whatever it was the cat had to say. Closing the door, she plopped down on the bed. She opened her mouth to complain, but she noticed Artemis was there too. Meaning, whatever it was her guardian had to say, it was serious. Well… more serious than just Luna being present. When was Luna not serious?

"You were right…" Luna paused, and studied her charge, "You were engaged in the Silver Millennium. And your Prince was reincarnated as well. I didn't believe you at first, because engagement rings weren't a Moon tradition for marriage. However, I had a flashback last night, and I remember Queen Serenity making the announcement that you were no longer available for other suitors. Even though your relationship status was known throughout the galaxy, your fiancé insisted on the ritual of the engagement ring, citing it as a tradition of his culture."

Usagi snorted, "Told ya so! Hey… wait… so why is that bad?" she noticed the two cats did not look happy, "Weren't all marriages arranged during that time? He probably didn't have a thing for me at all."

"That's the problem, Usagi…" Artemis trailed off, "The marriage was arranged as an agreement upon peace between two kingdoms. The moon and the Earth. I'm afraid that in order for your people to be reawakened and for Crystal Tokyo to be created, you're going to have to fulfill the contract you agreed to during the Silver Millennium."


I KNOW! Finally together and then I give you a curve ball cliff hanger. In the words of Bugs Bunny, "Ain't I a stinker?"

Well, let me know what you think! More secrets will unravel in the next chapter: April Fools!