Sailor Moon is owned by Naoko Takeuchi and TOEI Animation, respectively.

Notes: I can't believe I'm at 25 chapters already! Thanks everyone for your continued support, especially from Veraozao and LoveInTheBattleField! I never said anything, but I really appreciate you two staying with me since Chapter 1: Birthday!

Tuxedo Mask runs along the beach, looking for her. He's pretty sure that this is where they went. "Sailor Moon!" he calls, looking around frantically. He's about to give up when he spots three people on a cliff not far off. He recognizes the person on the ledge as she falls. "Sailor Moon!" he calls again, but she's already hit the water by the time he finds his voice.

He runs to save her, but she hits the water just before he reaches the coastline.

"Usako!" he screams. He tosses off his mask, shoes, cape, and jacket, and dives in to save her.

When he emerges with her in his arm, she's unconscious. He pumps her chest and water slips out her blue lips, but she doesn't budge otherwise.

"Did you implant the 'Memory Loss Chip'?" Ikuto asks.

Hikari scoffs. "Who do you think I am? Of course I did. Don't worry, everything has been taken care of."

"Good. Kuro-chan will be pleased."

~One Hour Later~

Usagi opens her eyes weakly, and stretches. Wherever she is, she's comfortable and doesn't want to wake up quite yet, so she rolls over and closes her eyes again, although she knows her mom will probably come in to check on her.

"Usako?" she hears someone say. Is he talking to her?

Usagi groans, and sits up. She looks around to see where the voice came from, and sees a man in the doorway with a very worried expression on his face.

Not just any man. Mamoru Chiba. Ugh.

Her nose wrinkles. "You're that annoying guy I see on the street every day!"

He blinks, his expression turning from worried to confused. "Wh-What?"

"You're the guy who makes fun of my hair and grades!"

"I-I don't understand. That was… years ago."

Usagi snorts. "What are you on? Just yesterday, you teased me for getting a thirty-six on my algebra quiz!"

"What? No, no, no, hold on a sec," he says, and walks over to her, taking her shoulders. "How old do you think you are?"

Usagi folds her arms and sniffs, leaning away from him a little. "Fourteen."

Mamoru smiles like she was a small child who had just said something absurd. "No, honey, you're twenty."

Usagi narrows her eyes. "You're lying. And don't call me 'honey'!"

Mamoru swallows and looks down, removing his hands from her shoulders. "Sorry. But I swear I'm not lying." He looks back up at her. "I can get people to vouch for me. Ami, Mako, Mina, and Haru-kun-"

"Ami-chan, Mako-chan, who, and who?"

Mamoru throws his head back and runs his hands through his hair. Before speaking again, he sighs heavily and looks back at her. "Listen, you're not making this very easy. Please, just believe everything I say! You gotta believe me, or else we'll never leave this room! And there are some very important people we need to save!"

"Save? From the Dark Kingdom?"

"No, see, that's what I'm saying! You defeated the Dark Kingdom six years ago! I'm talking about the Kurushimi Company! Listen, there are two identities-"

"Wait, you know the Dark Kingdom?"

"Listen to me!" he almost shouts. "For a second! I'm sorry, but you're really frustrating me right now, and we don't have time for that! There are two identities that you need to know first! Tuxedo Mask and Princess Serenity!"

"The Moon Princess?"

"Yes! You are Princess Serenity, and I am Tuxedo Mask. We've gained eight senshi since you seem to remember. You only know Mercury, Mars, and Jupiter, it seems. The ones who have joined are Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, Saturn, who don't really fight with us, Chibi Moon, who's from the future, Venus, who joins not far into where you've forgotten, and Earth and Sun, who you have recently found. Now, we need to get you to Luna so she can help you get your memory back because we really need you right now. Do you believe me?"

Usagi blinks, astonished. "There's no way you could've made that up. I believe you."

Mamoru sighs heavily in relief. "Oh, thank the Lord! Okay, we need to go. C'mon." He grabs her arm and pulls her up, and she stops. She's wearing some sort of fuku, she supposes, but it looks different. But, apparently, it's 6 years into the future, so she just shrugs and follows him. She notices that he's wearing his tuxedo with a pair of lavender slacks, different from normal.

Usagi sighs, and chews on the inside of her cheek. "One question, though," she says, and swallows.

Mamoru stops, and looks back at her. "What's up?"

"I'm just curious. Do you have a girlfriend? Just curious, it's not like I like you or anything." She feels her face heat up.

Mamoru grins like she'd just told a joke. "Yeah. I do. She's amazing like you wouldn't believe."

His mask, shoes, jacket and cape appear out of nowhere, lavender and white. "C'mon, let's go," he says, pulling her out the door.

But she can't help but wonder who he could possibly be dating. Is she a blonde or a brunette? She's probably really smart, into law.

And deep down in Usagi's heart blooms the green weed of jealousy.

"My Queen," Tony says, bowing.

"What have you brought me, Tony?" Kuroi asks, eying the five prisoners held down by Ikuto's telekinesis with ware.

"Five of our enemies, Your Highness, counterparts of Yukino-sama, Ayame-sama, Ryouko-sama, Kaoru-sama, and Aika-sama."

Kuroi smiles. "Wonderful. Hikari, Ikuto, please take them to the cells."

"Right away," Hikari says, smiling. She just loves prisoners.

Once they reach the cells, Hikari hears her counterpart, Akira, laugh weakly. "Don't stick that little redhead in here. I can't stand her."

Hikari smiles as she tosses Yukino's counterpart, Haruko, into the cell where her own counterpart lay injured. Haruko grunts.

"B*tch," Akira says.

"I'm trying to be as unaccommodating as possible. Sorry not sorry!" she says, and snickers. Then she notices that the girl is talking. "Hey, where'd your gag go?"

"Don't underestimate my awesome powers," Akira says, grinning, and winks up at her.

Hikari wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Ew. Don't talk to me, you lezbo freak."

Akira shrugs. "Whatever. Just tryin' to be nice. Please, did you really think I was into you?"

Hikari scoffs. "You White Moon people are just unbelievable!"

When they've finally left, Akira smirks as she sits in a normal position, since she was pretending to still be tied up, and looks over at Haruko. "Reverse psychology. Works every time."

"Oh, shut up," Haruko says, and scoffs, smiling. She sits up awkwardly, and scoots closer to Akira.

"I'm surprised they didn't gag you," Akira says. "Wait, they didn't gag Jose either… Hey, hold on, that was just me!"

Haruko giggles. "You're too annoying for them, they couldn't stand it."

"What about you?"

Haruko looks up at Akira, who's peering up at her somberly from under her dark lashes. She sighs. "No. I'm a little mad at you for leaving us like that, but you're not too annoying."

Akira smiles. "Really?"

Haruko laughs. "Yes!" She scoots in closer and leans into Akira, who wraps an arm around her shoulder.

"Know how I got my ties off?" Akira asks.

Haruko looks up at her in amusement. "How?" Then, she feels Akira's hands on her wrists, which are suddenly freed, and her hands move to her arms, where they were tied to her torso, then to her knees, and her ankles. It's all very quick, and she notices something shining in Akira's hands. "What's that?" she asks.

"It's a piece of your Sword. I've always had it, because the Blonde Queen gave it to me when we were young, but recently, I've always kept it in my pocket for memento, and this time, it's useful."

Haruko looks at cloth still tied onto her wrists, then up at Akira, who's grinning wildly like an idiot.

"'Wow, Akira, you're so smart!'" Akira mocks. "'I never would have thought of that!' Right?"

Haruko laughs, and then stands on her knees, takes Akira's face in her hands, pulls her in, and kisses her.

When they pull away, Haruko wraps her arms around her softly and whispers, "I really missed you, you know." She sniffs. "Jerk."

Akira chuckles softly, and pulls Haruko in closer, hugging her tightly. "I missed you, too. Sorry, I would've come back sooner if I'd known you didn't hate my guts."

Haruko smiles, tears slipping down her face as she feels the familiar warmth of Akira and the smooth, low pitch of her voice, and she tightens her grip, not wanting to let go. "I could never hate you. You should know that by now," she says, her voice thick with tears.

She moves back, getting a good look at Akira. She notices red lashes along her face and arms, and her clothes are more worn and dirty than they were when Hikari had come disguised as her. "What did they do to you?!"

Akira looks down at her arms. "What, these? That b*tch Kuroi stole my whip. But I guess you could call them 'battle wounds'!" she says with a smirk.

Haruko scoffs, and then reaches into her pocket, pulling out her hand sanitizer and handkerchief. "This might sting a bit, but at least you won't get infected." She dabs the sanitizer onto the small piece of cloth, brings it to Akira's face, but she flinches away from it. "Oh, come on, stop being such a baby! I'm sure that whip hurt more that this will." Haruko grimaces at the thought of someone hurting her like that.

Akira groans. "Fine, but be careful. I've got sensitive skin."

"No, you don't. If you even had normal skin, you'd probably be dead by now, because it was your 'Great Terran Whip' that she used."

As the handkerchief touches her face, Akira winces and hisses. "Ow! Damn."

Haruko smiles, and starts humming. "Hm? You have sun freckles," she says, noticing the splash of brown "pepper" that decorate her cheeks. "You've been out, have you?"

Akira shrugs. "Just a little. Played some basketball with some friends."

Haruko nods, finishing up on Akira's arm. "Anymore 'battle wounds' I should know about?"

"Yeah, under my clothes," she says, and winks.

Haruko rolls her eyes. "Good Lord."

Akira unbuttons her vest and shirt, revealing a galaxy of red gashes.

"Good Lord!" Haruko says again, this time in consternation. "I don't think I have enough hand sanitizer for this. In any case, that woman's got to go down…" she trails off, thinking of a plan. She absently clips her bangs with some spare bobby pins in her pocket, taking every single variable into consideration.

"Oh, I know that face!" Akira says. "You're thinkin' up somethin' good, aren'cha?"

Haruko mutters to herself, standing. She paces around the cell, thinking. "They're all there… Ooh, but then… and then there's… but Usa-chan's… and Mamoru-kun's probably.. but how would we-" She stops, and gasps. "Yes, that's right…" She stares wildly at Akira. "You have that shard, don't you?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. It's here, in my pocket." She pulls it out, and Haruko snatches it away.

She holds it between her fingers and shows it to Akira. "Do you know what this is?"

"What is it?"

"This is our key to getting out of here!" Haruko states, and giggles. "I have a plan!" she squeals. "And it's unbeatable!"

"Tell me."

Haruko is the tactician of the Celestial Trio. She pretty much comes up with every plan they've ever had. She's good at that. I wonder what her plan is? ;) Stay tuned, my fellow Moonies!