Moonprincesswhowasarabbit:two sunglasses-wearing lawyer-types, a man and a woman, enter, dragging Ai(that's me!) by the hair. They toss her into her desk chair.

MAN: You can not claim to own Sailor Moon. It's against the law, and Naoko-sama will sue you otherwise.

WOMAN: Write the disclaimer in five minutes before I put you under arrest. yanks on ponytails.

Moonprincesswhowasarabbit: OWWW, OW, OW,OWWW, Okay!!! I DON'T OWN SAILOR MOON!!! LET ME GO!

WOMAN: Thank you. gives a final yank and leaves the room.

Moonprincesswhowasarabbit: massages scalp, grumbling Anytime, Bitch. notices MAN still standing there WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE!?

MAN: Uncomfortably Well you have some papers to sign-

Moonprincesswhowasarabbit: No.

Man: You have to.

Moonprincesswhowasarabbit: I said no.

MAN: mutters You don't have to PMS about it.

Moonprincesswhowasarabbit: loses it GET OUT BEFORE I SHOW YOU WHAT PMS REALLY MEANS!!! MAN ducks as a four-inch silver stiletto flies through the air and punctures a wall

And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is why the FBI is useless. They just don't appreciate the lethal beauty of shoes.

Chapter Twelve

Usagi cursed. 'SERENITY-SAMA! Why didn't you mention this earlier?'

Leave her alone, Usagi, she can't help being distracted.

Definitely not, not with you in the room, Serenity purred.

'And especially considering you're her incarnation.' Mamou cut in, effectively killing the mood.

Usagi's eyes filled with tears at this. 'Why do you have to be so cruel?' Mamoru was taken aback.

'Usagi, I-'

WHAM!

Mamoru clutched his nose, not in pain exactly, but in surprise. A fearsome albeit slightly shorter than him brunette pulled her fist back. "You've got to have a death wish to make Usagi cry with me around." She said harshly. Makoto looked down at her friend with concern. "Are you alright, Usagi?" Usagi blinked. "Where were you all day?"

"Eh…busy," She said evasively. The rest of the girls looked shifty and this and fidgeted. Minako changed the subject. "So, anyways, Usagi, want to go to the mall? Three Lights and W-inds are doing a joint thing there. You know you can't resist Keita (as you can guess, my favorite's Keita. But I don't had a crush on him. At least, I haven't had one on him since I was twelve.)"

Usagi lit up. "SUGOI! Later, Mamoru-san!"

"Hey! You can't go there!" Mamoru yelled after her. Usagi looked confused. "Huh, why?"

'Was that you talking or Endymion?'

'It was me, Mamoru! What the heck are you thinking, Odango? What if the youma attack again?'

'I didn't need you to be a watchdog for me all those other times, Tuxedo Kamen-san.'

It hurt a little that she didn't call with a –sama suffix, but Mamoru let it go.

'All those other times I assumed that Sailor Moon was able to fend for herself as a civilian.' He shot back. Usagi stepped back, stunned. 'All those other times, I thought Tuxedo Kamen-san was as kind during the daytime as he was at night.' She retorted. "I'm not a child, I'll go out with my friends whenever I want, Mamoru-baka!"

"What if I don't let you?" He asked, voice going dangerously soft.

Usagi stood on tip-toe, stretching to whisper in his ear. He shuddered slightly as he felt her warm breath. "Then I guess…you'll have to deal with it! Bye!" She ran from him laughing as she caught up with her friends. He blinked, stunned.

Her tinkling giggles hung in the air around him but inside his head a man's chuckle joined it, as well as a woman's snickering that sound eerily like Usagi's.

Mamoru swore a low oath.

"You'll pay for that one, Sailor Moon."