Author's Notes: First, I am so sorry for the long wait on my stories. My computer broke down, so I borrowed one, but then all my accounts got locked because it looked like someone was trying to hack into my accounts because that computer didn't have all my passwords stored. It was a nightmare. Long and short of it meaning that I wasn't able to update, and because my stupid phone wouldn't work, I couldn't even let you all know I was alright.

Anyways... here's the scoop. I am still about to release my book. I wasn't able to earlier because there was an issue with the title (someone else had already used that title unfortunately). Keep in mind that the book is for adults only as it does contain M rated stories. These are the original stories I wrote, before I adapted them. I have two titles picked now, neither of which have been used before, lol, and have to decide between them.

Sailor Silver Ladybug Presents the Original Stories of Tori-Lee Keene
or
Originals: The Works of Sailor Silver Ladybug as told by Tori-Lee Keene

I like one better, my husband likes the other better. It's a whole big thing. Anyways, the long and short of it is that it will be a little longer before it comes out. Probably at least two weeks. At this rate, my novel wont be out until 2022... but at least it is being written. That's the important part (for now).

Also, in the good news category, I've already had my first shot (as has my husband) of the vaccine, and that means soon I will be able to get out more! Woot!

Stay safe and remember, we're all in this together!

Her Prince
An Identity Reveal Story

Tuxedo Kamen had good intentions when he followed Sailor Moon away from the battle. He'd noticed she was hurt but, through the obvious adrenaline rush of having just destroyed another Youma, she hadn't noticed it herself. There was something, looking a bit like a twig, sticking right out of her thigh. That couldn't be a good thing. He had the ability to heal, so if he could just get to her in time he could help her.

He heard sniffling and looked to the ground below. He could see the long blonde streamers of her hair and jumped down, landing lightly behind her. She didn't notice his arrival and she was moaning in a low voice, her hand wrapped around the piece of wood stuck in her leg. It looked like she was willing herself to pull it out. Tuxedo Kamen sighed and moved around the bench.

He barely held back his gasp of shock at seeing Tsukino Usagi sitting there where he'd thought Sailor Moon would be. Then he frowned. The hair was the same. He stared down at the girl, who had her eyes closed and still hadn't made the attempt to remove the stick. Usagi was Sailor Moon.

More than ever he wished his normal self could actually remember who he was. This was just the information Mamoru needed to finally make his move. Unfortunately his normal self was an idiot. Yep. A pure, plain, idiot.

A twig snapped as he knelt in front of Usagi and very gently moved her hand away from the protrusion. He looked up at her. "I'm going to pull this at the count of three," he told her.

"Wait," Usagi squealed. "Don't do that-"

"One."

"Don't Tuxedo Kamen-sama, I-"

"Two."

"No, I'm not-"

"Three." Tuxedo Kamen pulled the twig, and in the same moment sent healing energy into her leg, hoping to avoid the pain it would cause her. He heard her squeak of pain and felt her clenched fists on either side of the wound as he healed it. Finally it was over and she let out a relieved sigh.

He reached into his subspace pocket and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away the sluggish blood that had fallen before the wound had closed. "Are you alright?" he asked, checking her over to make sure she was.

"Hai. Um. Thank you for helping me."

"You're very welcome Usag-," he coughed. "You're very welcome."

Usagi's huge cerulean eyes stared at him, shimmering slightly. She nodded once and then looked down at her hands, which were clasped in her lap. Tuxedo Kamen moved to sit next to her on the bench.

"You know who I am," she said softly.

"Hai," he agreed, taking one of her tiny hands in his own. Her skin was cold, so he wrapped his other hand around hers as well. "I expected to find Sailor Moon, and instead I find the girl of my dreams."

Usagi gasped and stared at him, her cerulean eyes wide in her pale face, her mouth slightly ajar in the shock of the revelation. Tuxedo Kamen chuckled and chucked her chin gently with one hand to close her mouth. She blinked heavily and he heard an audible swallow as she tried to figure out what to say.

"Don't say anything yet," he instructed, his tone pleading. "I can't tell you who I am yet. I will, but not yet."

"You don't trust me?" Usagi asked, hurt running through her voice.

"I do," he argued, turning her to look at him fully. "But things are not what they seem. In my normal life, I have no clue who I am."

"Oh," Usagi said, her eyes widening further. She shook her head slightly. "How is that possible?" she asked.

"I don't know. I only know that all of this is completely hidden from that part of me. It's as though there is some sort of mental block. I don't know how else to explain it."

"Then tell me and I can tell you," Usagi suggested, though he wasn't sure she was entirely serious. Her eyes sparkled and it looked as though she was on the edge of laughter. "Although, since I've already figured it out, I could just tell you now. Transform," she suggested.

"You know my secret identity?" he asked.

Usagi nodded. "How could I not look into your eyes and see his?" she whispered in a low tone filled with an emotion Tuxedo Kamen could not name. "I don't know how I missed it for so long, but just now, when you looked at me and tried to explain, you looked so near to the man I know. Chiba Mamoru."

Feeling as though he could finally take a deep breath, Tuxedo Kamen released the power of the Golden Crystal and closed his eyes, relaxing completely. Mamoru opened them a moment later, then started at the feel of a gentle hand on his arm. He was in the park, on his favorite bench near the water. And Usagi was with him.

"Don't panic," she said softly, causing him to immediately breathe faster. Fear coursed through him. Had he done it again. He couldn't remember how he had come to be on a bench in the park.

"It happened again," he said dumbly. "I think I need a CT scan."

"You don't," Usagi said softly. Her tiny, slightly chilled, fingers wrapped around his hand. Turning his attention to look at her fully, Memoru frowned. She had tears in her eyes and a smear of blood on her leg, a bloody rag still held tightly in her fist.

"What happened?" He asked, reaching for the wound.

Usagi giggled. "A monster got me. That's all. Nothing to worry about."

"A monster? You mean one of those things that has been terrorizing the city? Are you alright? You should go to a doctor." Her soft laughter irritated Mamoru and he glared at her.

Sobering, Usagi squeezed his hand. "Please listen for a minute?" she said softly. He nodded and she went on. "The blackouts you have are because you become someone else. Tuxedo Kamen. The hero that saves Sailor Moon." Usagi let out a little cough into her free hand, her cheeks pinkening as she looked away from him. "There's more. I'm Sailor Moon."

Mamoru wasn't sure what to think, or how to react. It sounded fantastical. And yet, who but Usagi could fight monsters one minute and wail about a skinned knee the next? She was a mass of walking contradictions. It was much harder to think of himself as a hero. He was no good to anyone, and rude to boot.

"Mamoru-san?" Usagi asked. He realized he had been staring into those cerulean pools and had gotten lost.

"Hai," he said softly. "I don't know why, but I believe you."

"I wish you could remember," Usagi breathed, squeezing his fingers again. "That would make this so much easier." She stared up at him, her eyes wide. Then she did something Mamoru did not expect.

Usagi stood and brushed the long waves of blonde hair behind her. Then, leaning over the back of the bench, she gently turned his face to hers and whispered the word, "remember," before laying a gentle kiss over his lips.

Mamoru was washed in a wave of memories. Memories of late night battles with Youma, and more late-night watching of the young blonde heroine. He remembered their last conversation before he had released his henshin, and he remembered the hopeful look on her face when he had almost admitted…

"I love you," he said softly. "It's more than a crush. It isn't some teenage fancy that will disappear. You are the very planet beneath my feet."

Usagi sobbed once, then threw herself half over the bench to wrap her arms around his neck. "I love you too," she breathed. "My prince."