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"What is it?"

Michiru's eyes stayed glued to the mirror, "I'm not sure," her tone unsure, "I just felt a jolt."

"A jolt?" Haruka's stare turned wolfish, "A horny jolt?" she smirked when Michiru rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I felt a sexual jolt, and I'm trying to find satisfaction in the mirror," she stared into her partner's eyes.

"What does make you horny though?"

"There's something going on with the princess…," the words hung between them like a little Hummingbird fluttering its wings; at least, that's how Haruka's heartbeat escalated from zero to a million; like the little bird's fast flapping.

"What do you mean?"

"The mirror usually just lights up when an enemy rises, and it turns a very dark color…"

"Yes?" Haruka asked, impatiently, when Michiru's beautiful face turned sour.

"I felt a jolt and the mirror lit up just then—"

"So, there's an enemy somewhere?"

"No...that's the thing…" she held up the mirror for Haruka to see, "it turned uniquely bright; almost transparent...and…"

Haruka pushed her hand into her hair and sighed, "Michiru, for God's sake. Just spill it out…"

The other woman hesitated. She had no idea if Haruka even remembered those events in the past. Funny, they've always shared so many details about their past lives; both in the very far past and also, in their current present. And still, they've always avoided talking about how they'd died. Michiru remembered her own death like it had happened yesterday. She could almost taste the bitterness of knowing that she would never be able to touch her lover's lips, could never hold her in her arms again. She remembered vividly, the pain she'd felt of knowing that their queen and the princess no longer existed.

Michiru always wondered if it had been that thought alone that had killed her at the end.

"The only other time I'd ever seen the mirror light up like this would be...when a union had formed between the princess...," she pursed her lips together.

"Between the princess and…?" Haruka didn't know why she'd even bothered to ask. She knew the answer; she knew what was bound to happen.

"The prince." Michiru put the mirror on her vanity, faced down, and turned towards her partner.

The look on Haruka's face broke her heart; was she thinking about the same past she'd been thinking about? Did she also remember her death, as if she'd only been reborn a few hours ago?

Michiru could handle almost anything in life; any challenge, any agony, any heartache life might've thrown her way; but she refused to let the same pain overcome Haruka's soul. She never wanted to see that look on her lover's face.

"Say...Haruka…," she stepped inside their spacious bathroom, "you know what gives me a sexual jolt?"

The other woman seemed bewildered for a moment, but Michiru knew just the right words and the right attitude to distract her from falling into that abyss. Haruka followed her movements with a hungry stare.

"You."


Usagi felt suffocated. How the fuck did she manage to put herself in this kind of situation, she didn't know.

She could hear Hiro's voice calling out to her from room four, amongst so many other voices, whispers, and laughter.

"Are they gonna die there?" Someone laughed hard.

"Shit; that's one fast door…"

She heard Hiro calling out to the staff. Usagi tried to push open the door; it didn't work.

"You know it's just a game, right?"

Mamoru's nonchalant tone clawed at her like an eagle clawing its food. Usagi tried to count from 10, backwards; Ami-chan always said it would help with anxiety.

"It's just a stupid game; I'm sure that door will open automatically after 10-15 minutes. It's not like the "broken curse" really opens the door…"

"Usagi…" Hiro called out from the other side; Usagi pushed herself against the door as if she'd been trying to mold her body through the wood, "I just spoke to one of the staff members, and he said that once the curse in room four is broken, they'd be able to open that door as well—"

"What?" Usagi howled, "What the hell...what does that room have anything to do with this one? Just tell him to open it…"

"It's an automatic game...they can't change anything manually."

Hiro could hear the anxiety in his girlfriend's voice and Usagi thanked the heavens that he didn't know her true identity. Who would've ever trusted their life in the hands of a frightened little Senshi?

Mamoru watched the ordeal with calculating eyes; at first, he had thought Usagi a little, scratch that, a lot melodramatic. She was Sailor Moon for crying out loud, and this stupid game had gotten under her skin?

Then, he started to pay closer attention to the way Usagi played with her fingers, the way she flipped her hair from right to left every second.

To the way she looked back at him as if he had been the monster, she had to hide from.

The realization dawned on him like a bucket of ice-cold water.

Only part of Usagi's uneasiness had to do with the game and the fact that she had been separated from Hiro; a bigger part, Mamoru thought, had to do with the fact that she had been jailed in this little eerie room with him.

Something inside of him broke. She really didn't want to be here, alone, with him. He could see it on her face, in her body language and in the way she pleaded with the people on the other side of the door to let her out.

He looked around the ceiling; there ought to be surveillance cameras in this room.

"Hey…," he shouted at the one he found on the far corner of where they had entered room three, "can you open this door at least?" he pointed at the door that led to room three, "We can go backwards and back to the main hall…"

Usagi watched his dialogue with wide eyes. Why hadn't she thought of that?

The sound of a microphone turning on resonated through the room, "Hello? Yes. I'm sorry, but you have to be patient. The game is entirely automatic and once a group starts, it will be locked until they break the last curse and exit on the other side of the game…"

Mamoru furrowed, "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Not to mention, so dangerous… what if someone gets hurt and needs medical attention?"

"Yea…" Usagi stood beside him with her hands on her hips and stared at the camera. It became obvious to Mamoru that she hadn't really spotted the camera, as her eyes didn't stay focused.

"I assure you sir, for the past three years we've never had one single accident or emergency—"

"Well then, consider this the first…" Mamoru interrupted the voice.

Just then, he heard a whooshing sound right behind him. And apparently, so had Usagi.

"Oh my God...what was that?" she whirled around and clutched her chest.

Mamoru swallowed his laughter and tried to find the words to console the blonde. The same sound came, this time, a little closer than before.

That continuous noise that resonates when a microphone is turned on was gone and Mamoru wondered if the person had turned off their unit.

"Guys, we'll break this curse soon. Don't worry." Someone shouted from behind the door. Was it Kosuke-san?

"Usa…" Hiro called, "don't worry sweet, we'll get you out of there. Besides, Mamoru-kun is there. Don't worry."

Oh, if only he knew.

Usagi opened her mouth to say something when suddenly, everything went dark. The little dimmed lights around room three that had acted as a veneer on the floor, making everything extra scary, had gone completely out.

The shouting in room four told Usagi that the blackout had been epidemic.

"What just happened?"

"Was the curse broken?"

"Shit…"

Blindly, Usagi reached out for Mamoru, who had already opened his arms to welcome her.

"A youma?" She whispered; the silence in the room three compared to the mayhem in the next room was sinister.

"I don't feel any dark energy," Mamoru whispered back. He looked around in the dark and tried to follow every little sound he heard.

They stood still in each other's both tried to summon their powers to feel any potential danger. But aside from all the howling, whistling and zany nonsense coming from room four, they couldn't hear or feel anything else.

Usagi tilted her body to the left, so she could listen with more assertion and that little movement caused Mamoru to understand their state.

And his heart dropped.

They were standing in the middle of complete darkness, alone and in each other's arms and Mamoru couldn't shake the feeling that this hadn't been the first time they had been in such a situation.

"Do you remember?" he asked slowly.

"Remember what?"

Someone in room four screamed and everyone else laughed.

"Usagi...are you okay?" Hiro's voice rose above the laughter.

"I'm fine…" Usagi yelled back; yet, she didn't move away from Mamoru's arms.

"You had come to Elysion and one of my generals had found out...we snuck into the buttery…"

Usagi didn't utter a word; she didn't move and Mamoru wondered if she had also stopped breathing.

He continued. The memory floated in his mind like a tender lullaby. It caused him to take a deep breath.

He felt like crying.

"The buttery had been so dark, eye couldn't see an eye. You were scared," he smirked, "as per usual…," he paused, in hopes of raising a fit from her; Usagi stayed quiet.

"I hugged you, the room had been cold? I think. I remember you shivering like a tiny bird…," something in his chest cracked and it oozed with bittersweet liquid. Damn. Why was this so hard?

"You were afraid of being caught, and I—"

"And you said that you didn't care…"

Mamoru hadn't been prepared for her to speak, let alone saying something like that. She remembered.

"You never cared about being found out…"

"Did someone fart in here?"

Mamoru seethed with irritation; room four was getting on his last nerve.

"It's what had doomed us from the beginning." Usagi sighed and unconsciously, Mamoru tightened his arms around her.

The room had gone quite chilly. If electricity had gone out, their heaters had probably lost power too.

Mamoru couldn't think of any better venue than this for them to talk.

"Jadeite was so mad—"

"It was Kunzite…" Usagi rushed in, "I remember because when I'd finally returned home, Venus...Minako, had been on my throat. That's when I figured out their relationship…"

The liquid inside Mamoru's chest spilled with more force as other memories came to mind.

He remembered his confidants, his generals...his friends. He remembered Kunzite's face, the first time he had captured him with Serenity. The always stoic general had gone red, to the point that Endymion had feared for his health.

He remembered how he had found out about him and Sailor Venus; that unique odor that only belonged to the princess of Venus, the sweet smell of erotica she always carried, had lingered on Kunzite's body more than he imagined. Endymion had smelt the same smell countless times during his visits to the princess' private chambers. Sailor Venus had been her personal guard and the most trusted confidant after all; she ought to be in Serenity's chambers a lot.

"Do you remember what I told you in the buttery?" he whispered, slower than before. Around the liquid, that threatened to drown him from within, a warm blanket formed and he knew, that Usagi was having the same memories. The sensation had been similar to when he wanted to transform, yet, it felt like the first time he ever felt that way.

"I told you that I would do anything to protect you...to protect us…" he went on when Usagi didn't say anything.

He could hear sly comments in room four. Someone asked Hiro if he'd rather switch places with Mamoru so he could "humpy humpy" with his girlfriend.

Fuck...he didn't need to hear that. He didn't want to think about the fact that the girl in his arms, the girl he had moved away from out of regret and fear...the girl he once called his wife, belonged to someone else.

"I remember…" Usagi's voice had been so low, almost nonexistent; Mamoru wondered if he had even heard her right. She moved in his arms and out of fear of letting go, Mamoru clutched at her shoulders a little tighter.

"Do you remember what happened next?" she asked.

"Are you guys kissing?" That was Hiro's voice...fuck. Was he…

"What if we are?" Kosuke-kun's girlfriend chided and Mamoru sighed with relief.

Usagi pulled away and disappointment gripped Mamoru's heart.

But then…

As soon as Usagi's lips touched his in the dark, desperate and achingly familiar, he remembered how Serenity had done the exact same thing; in the darkness of the buttery.

Mamoru wrapped his arms around Usagi and pulled her against his chest and kissed her as if the world was going to come to an end.

And he remembered, just as his tongue started to dance with hers, that Endymion hadn't had the chance to reciprocate Serenity's kiss.

Kunzite had always been a bastard in knowing his hiding places.


Rei had just finished washing the dinner dishes, when something akin to a ringing, started in her ears.

She rolled her eyes, "Grandpa Hino, are you trying to start that ancient radio again? That thing is old and rusty…" she walked to her grandfather's room.

"Ahhh…" she yelled as soon as she opened the sliding door, "why are you naked?" she covered her eyes and turned around.

"I'm trying to change…haven't I taught you to knock?" grandpa Hino shrieked.

Rei nodded, though she knew the old man couldn't see her and fled from the hall. She hadn't seen the radio anywhere and the ringing continued in her ears.

She sat in front of the Holy Fire and closed her eyes. The ringing had been low and sectional at the beginning, but now, it slowly gained volume and force.

Rei tried to focus on the fire and tune out the ringing.

Chiba had said something about a ringing in his head, "It gets worse when I'm near you...especially you…" he'd said to Minako and had opened himself up to a nasty tantrum from the blonde.

The ringing sharpened and Rei cringed. She raised her hands higher in front of her face and took a deep breath, "Holy Fire, show me what I cannot see, tell me what I cannot understand...show me the path…"

An image of Usagi...no, Serenity popped into her mind for a split second and the ringing intensified. She tried to block out the pain shooting in her head.

"Sometimes I feel like going blind from the pain," Chiba had said, after they had taken him to the teahouse down the street from the arcade; none of them had been ready to be seen together. It had taken him two cups of coffee to get a hold of himself and tell them why he had crouched down on the pavement with that much pain.

An image of Endymion's angry eyes waltzed into her mind; the ringing intensified.

Rei was sure now that her unconcious was trying to send her a message; she had suspected as much with Chiba. He'd been trying to get visions as well.

"Get out of my way…" she heard Chiba's voice in her ears, "you can't stop me…"

The voice sounded a little younger, but also a little more demanding. Chiba had always been entitled, but this voice, the way he spoke, couldn't belong to him.

"Mars, I order you to…"

"You have no jurisdiction here...you are a nobody to me…"

The ringing gained more volume and Rei was sure that her ears would explode. Fuck.

She felt more heat coming from the Holy Fire and even though she didn't open her eyes, she knew the fire had gotten bigger; more aggressive.

In her mind's eye, Rei saw Endymion as he stood in front of her in all his eminence; she couldn't make out his face, not entirely; she could only see his eyes, ablazed with fury and...tears. Frustrated tears.

The ringing intensified and despite herself, Rei tried to open her eyes; she couldn't.

"Don't do this Mars...you know this isn't the way…"

Rei tried harder to pull herself out of the illusion; but the more she tried, the more vivid the image became. She could see Endymion's face now; bruised and scarred and filthy.

What the hell was this? When did this ever happen?

"I love him so much," Serenity's voice filtered through her ears, "I need him to be safe." Only, this hadn't been Serenity's voice; this was Usagi's.

The ringing started to fade away and Rei finally opened her eyes. The Holy Fire burnt with luminosity and its heat consumed Rei's soul. She felt like crying.

"What have I done?" her voice resonated in the small room, "What have we done?"


Usagi felt like drowning.

She tried to focus on one thing at a time, "When you feel like your head is going to explode, you need to take a deep breath and count to 10. Slowly." She remembered how Ami-chan had once said this to her.

But how the hell could she take a deep breath right now? Now that Mamoru's wet, needy and determined tongue observed every nook and cranny of her mouth?

She tried to slow her fanatic heartbeat. And how the fuck could she do that, now that her heart, her very soul, jumped at the touch of his fingertips on her face?

Mamoru had maneuvered them sometime during their heated exchange; Usagi's back had rested against a wall, and she had hoped, very shortly, that the wall hadn't been the one with the mysterious baby's images on it. But then, Mamoru's body had leaned against hers and that thought, along with the rest of the void in her head, had gone down the drain.

She tried to block out the images her traitorous memory was trying to send her. She didn't want to think about that day in the buttery, she didn't want to think about the look on Kunzite's face; the same look she'd witnessed on Sailor V's face when she had finally returned to the moon. They always looked so disappointed.

She wanted to think about this; this moment, this scream of emotions and heartache and anger and regret and lust and...and…

"We need to talk…" Mamoru said against the side of her mouth, and before she could have a word, his fingers tugged on her chin and his tongue went back inside.

This was madness. They couldn't be doing this. They were both involved with other people. Fuck. What had she become? What had she made him become?

"Mamoru…" she tried, but then, his fingers caressed her neck and her mind went blank again. She pushed herself harder against him. She needed more.

"Tonight...we need to talk…" he said, as if he'd been on repeat, and groaned, when she bit his bottom lip, only slightly, and he drowned willingly.

In a distance, Usagi could hear voices again. She could hear a commotion in room four. Someone called out her name.

Her boyfriend called out her name.

Usagi pushed Mamoru away, just as he pulled away from her. Damn it. Could they be any more in sync?

"Tonight…" he tried to find her eyes in the darkness.

She couldn't possibly see him again tonight. The boiling ache in her heart and the obvious sensation in between her thighs were enough for her to know that she could not see him tonight.

The room lit up suddenly, more than before, and a scratching noise invaded her senses, "Sorry folks, there had been an issue with our electricity. All good now."

Usagi blinked a couple of times to get used to the blinding light. She saw Mamoru's eyes, questioning her.

"Not tonight," the door to room four opened and Hiro jumped back in room three.

Usagi couldn't possibly see Mamoru again tonight; because, she was sure, that if she were alone with him again, she would definitely ask him to make slow, bone melting love to her.

"You okay?" Hiro did a once over on her and draped his arm around her shoulders.

Usagi panicked under his stare. Did she look disheveled? Did he notice anything? Little by little, the true impact of what she had just done dawned on her and suddenly, the glorious sensation from the moment ago vanished.

She felt disgusting.

The rest of the group hussed and giggled and laughed, as they started to make jokes about what had happened in the "dark".

"Someone touched my ass. Was it you Guru-kun?"

"I'm pretty sure you guys were dry humping beside me, weren't you?"

Usagi wanted to close her ears to it all. She could feel Mamoru's eyes on her; how the hell had they let this happen? They were both with other people.

"Wanna leave?" Hiro whispered in her ear and she nodded without a thought.

Yes. Yes. She needed to leave this place. She needed to be away from Mamoru.

"Won't you guys go to dinner with us?"

"Nah. I think I need to get Usagi home."

Usagi rushed through her farewells, avoided Mamoru completely and ran out the door.

Hiro followed her with calculating eyes. He hadn't said much to either her or Mamoru, and if Usagi had been in her right state of mind, she probably would've noticed her boyfriend's strange behavior.

Before they got too far away, they heard the rest of the group saying goodbye to Mamoru as he hopped on his bike and sped away.

Neither of them said much as they rode the train to Usagi's neighborhood. They stood beside each other in silence and Usagi started to panic again.

Hiro was acting weird. He probably had sensed something. Oh God, what if he found out? What if he knew what had happened in room three and he just sat there and thought her a slut?

Why had she kissed Mamoru? What came over her? They had started their affair innocent enough in their past lives and look where it took them; centuries into the future, with blurry memories of what was and blurrier illusions of what could've been. A life filled with regret, broken hearts and guilt.

And now, they wanted to start something by cheating on other people? Other good people? Tsk. Tsk. Doomed.

"So…" she started, shakily and coughed. Fuck, even her voice sounded guilty, "that was weird—"

"Did something happen between you two?"

Usagi's heart skipped a beat. She looked out the dark tunnel they were passing; she saw the reflection of herself through the window and she didn't like what she saw.

Hiro sounded so...distant. He hadn't even looked at her when he asked. He kept his eyes on the advertisement board on the wall.

Think Usagi...think.

"Um…"

"You both looked caught and stressed out. You were blushing and Mamoru...he looked so...I don't know how he looked."

Usagi rubbed her hands against her skirt. A sheen of cold sweat had formed all over her body. She didn't know whether she should stay calm, or panic any further. Hiro's tone was giving her the chills, though his face remained stoic and motionless.

The train stopped at Juban station and they got off.

Usagi couldn't feel her legs as they went up the stairs and stepped into the breezy night. Juban lit up with a million tiny lights and if it were any other situation, Usagi would've looped her arm against his and laughed into the sky.

"I don't know what it is; but I think you're probably one of the most honest people I've ever met." Hiro's voice, from so many months ago, resonated inside her head.

Fuck, she had thought, even back then; because really, she was definitely not the most honest person in his life. She lied to him every second of every day since the day they'd met; he didn't even know who she was, how the hell does that count for honesty?

"We kissed…" her tongue moved without her full willingness, "and it wasn't the first time…"

She heard him sigh, but his steps didn't falter and so, she kept walking beside him. She heard her heartbreak into a million pieces.

They turned the corner to her street and Hiro stopped.

Before she turned around to face him, she cast a single glance at the moon. It didn't give her the comfort it usually did.

But Usagi had made a promise to herself just then; that even though she might've not been able to be honest with Hiro about her identity, she would curse herself to hell and back if she wouldn't be honest with him about her infidelity.

With that thought in mind, she took a deep breath and faced her boyfriend.

There was only silence around them with a distant humming of cars passing by on the main street. And the quietness allowed Usagi to hear his heartbreak, into a million more pieces.

Mamoru hadn't thought of the chilly night when he had decided to take his bike instead of his car.

His grey parka had seemed sufficient in the light breeze of the afternoon; but now, as he zig-zagged between cars and sped through the streets of Tokyo, nothing seemed enough to overcome the coldness he felt inside.

Usagi hadn't even said a proper goodbye to him. She'd avoided looking at him from the moment their lips had parted and she had ran out the door when she'd been given the opportunity.

Damn it to hell.

The light turned yellow and Mamoru sped up; he needed to get home. He needed to reach a safe haven.

The night wind formed goosebumps all over his body; he could feel his lips go dry with the subtle breeze coming through his helmet and he fought hard not to think about her lips.

If the kiss he had stolen from her in the bathroom of Kosuke-kun's apartment had been filled with desperation and aching familiarity, this kiss...their kiss tonight, had been anything but.

He had kissed her with the passion of a new love. A new beginning, for he had decided that enough was enough; he couldn't fight what he felt inside anymore. The adoration he had tucked deep inside his heart for the blonde was making him regret ever living again if it meant not being by her side.

Mamoru had decided that he no longer cared what had happened in their past lives; he didn't even care about the love Endymion felt for Serenity. He cared about the love that had slowly risen inside of him for Usagi and Usagi alone. Why he had tried to crush it down in the first place, he did not know.

"You have to give in to these visions," Rei had said to him, "don't fight them, let them come to you," she had urged him; her beautiful face had turned sour then, "not that I care if you go deaf and blind with that ringing though." Mamoru hadn't been able to conceal his chuckle. He supposed he could never figure out these girls.

But hell; he really needed to see Usagi tonight. After their heated exchange, he had to explain himself, he had to tell her. He needed to tell her.

He stopped at a red light and allowed his tense shoulders to crouch a little.

"Not tonight…" she had said it with frightened eyes.

The light turned green and instead of turning left, he went straight.

When he parked his bike on the side of the road, he reminisced about all the times he had done the same thing in the past.

He took off his helmet and walked the short distance to the apartment building.

"You never cared about being found out…" if only she knew just how much he cared about her well being and their relationship.

Ayane opened the door and her eyes widened when she saw him standing there and Mamoru couldn't help but grieve what was not there anymore for a moment.

"So...did you tell her?" She asked as he entered the apartment without an invitation.

Mamoru shook his head, "I don't think...she's ready." He said.

Ayane pursed her lips together and gestured for him to follow her inside.

Mamoru leaned against the door and watched her disappear behind the genkan wall.

It was weird, but even in the comforting warmth of Ayane's apartment, he still felt cold inside.


Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or its characters in any way. All rights are reserved for its amazing creator, Naoko Takeuchi. I only own the story I tell.