Alright! I'm finally getting this blasted revising thing started. I've just been so busy with my other fics, but now I sort of have writer's block so I said "Hey! Why not revise." Anyway, I've made a few changes, one being that there is no longer a prologue, I just didn't like the way it looked. The chapters will be longer and may even be fewer, I haven't decided yet. I've also changed the brother's name, the one I had before I made up, so I decided to have a real Japanese name instead. So if you're a new comer, then WELCOME! And if you've been with me from the start I'd like to apologize for my neglectfulness of this story. Granted, I still won't be putting out any new chapters, but I will be making this fic a helluva lot better.

Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon or it's characters except for two and you'll know who they are.

Chapter 1

The girl walked down the stairs, a skip in each step. Her stomach growling in anticipation as she grew closer to her destination. She strolled into the kitchen, her hands rubbing together in anxiety remembering the containers of leftovers in the refrigerator from the night before.

As she began her journey over to the food the front door opened and closed, she turned toward the hallway and peered through the kitchen doorway expecting to hear her brother's whistling along with his footsteps, but when none came she shrugged it off, blaming her imagination.

She was too busy dancing and singing to notice the dark figure walk up behind her. Before she could even react, she was grabbed from behind and flipped onto the table. With her back to the surface, his hand covered her throat while she kicked and attempted to scream.

Her eyes moved up from his chest to meet the coldest green eyes she had ever seen. They continued to roam over his face, which was twisted in an evil smirk and soon they landed on the jagged blade he held over her chest.

Her eyes widened in fear. She pleaded and struggled in his hold, but she couldn't get free. He made his choice swinging the blade down….

*****

Perspiration covered her face and night shirt as her rapid breathing began to make its descend back to normal. Putting her face in her hands, she sobbed recalling the nightmare that continuously played the scene over and over.

Glancing toward her clock, which glared '6:50 am' in big digital numbers mocking her.

"Might as well get up," she sighed, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling of her room while heading out of the bedroom to the bathroom down the hallway.

In the bathroom she splashed her face with cold water to rid herself the remainder of sleep and wiped her face with a towel, all the while straining to keep her mind from wandering back to the nightmare that plagued her. The same blasted dream every night! It was bad enough her life sucked beyond belief, but it pissed her off completely when she couldn't escape it with sleep.

In her reflection she could see her blood shot eyes. With a curse, Usagi quickly looked away from the mirror.

After she showered and dressed, she headed to the kitchen to make some tea. A few minutes later her brother came into the kitchen whistling, but it soon faded away as he saw Usagi's glazed expression,

"Another nightmare?" he asked.

"Hai, demo it wasn't as bad as the last one." She said with a sigh.

He walked over to the kitchen table, sitting down he moved his hand through his short blonde hair and rubbed the back of his neck. Usagi smiled at the familiar gesture which is always done when he can't find anything to say.

"Taro-chan, daijoubu," she assured him, but the doubt wouldn't leave his baby blue eyes. She couldn't lie to him. After all, he was her twin brother.

This, of course, pissed her off. Sometimes she just wanted to be left alone and get away from the questioning stares and irritating pats on her back, it became so impossible to endure to the point where she just needed to leave that person's sight. It was the same feeling she had at that moment, which meant she needed to make her exit.

Jumping out of seat, Usagi guzzled down the last drop her tea. With an unexpected sense of joy she headed to the door with a smile. "See ya later Kotaro."

When her figure disappeared through the door, he shook his head.

"Why does she always do that?"

*****

As soon as Usagi stepped outside, her smile immediately dropped to reveal a grim frown. Originally Usagi and Kotaro grew up in Canada, though their parents were both from Tokyo, their father had gotten a job there before they were born.

They moved back to Japan two years ago when Kenji's (father) job was transferred to Tokyo. To tell you the truth Usagi was glad to leave and her brother was the only one who knew the reason, but he was sworn to secrecy to keep that bit of information to himself.

His attempts to coerce as much conversation out of her as he possibly could, but his requests fell on dead ears as she refused to talk about the thing that gave her nightmares almost every night. Kotaro wanted to drive her to show some kind of emotion, no matter what form it came out as; any feeling that showed him she still had her sentimental side.

But Usagi would simply wave it off as if it didn't bother her, like it was nothing to worry about. The gesture only made him worry even more.

When they moved to Tokyo, Kotaro thought and desperately hoped the change of scenery would convert her back to the person she used to be, energetic, enthusiastic and relaxed, but he should have known it was too easy of a way out, for her nightmares followed.

Usagi jumped as a car horn blew from across the street. Her eyes scanned the area around the car as well as the street, including the people walking the sidewalk and the person driving the howling car.

When there was no threat she closed her eyes for a quick second to calm her nerves. Shaking her head of bad memories, she continued her walk to the Crown Arcade.

Kotaro was surprised when his sister began hanging out with this group of girls from school, especially since they were all so different from one another. Rei, whose hair was the color of a raven, thick, long and jet black, was known for her hot temper, which was always used on Usagi. Minako, he'd have to say, acted slightly ditzy and boy crazy with her pale blonde hair. Now Makato was a whole other issue, a brunette with cooking skills, a fighter at heart and way too boy crazy for his own tastes. And Ami was the brain of the group with her high test scores, shy personality and short blue hair.

So how was it that Usagi seemed to fit in well with them? The only thing he knew was that there was something different about those girls and he hoped that maybe, just maybe, they would help her get out of the shell she invisibly held around herself.

In his opinion, Maybe, was definitely an understatement, as he witnesses her behavior, a phony personality, a phony smile and this fucking annoying clumsy act. And the funny thing is that people actually think that she is exactly what she is portraying, this ditzy blonde who can't walk but a couple of feet without falling on her ass, now if that's not blindness then what the hell is?

Kotaro puts his head down on the table out of frustration

"Will she ever trust anyone again?" he whispers to no one in particular.

*****

Usagi reaches the doors of the arcade. Through the glass doors she can see her friends at their usual table.

As soon as she stepped through the doors Rei raised a curious brow, "Hey Odango, did Makato promise you milk and cookies to get you out of bed this early?" she smirked at her friend's promptness.

Usagi stuck her tongue out and made herself comfortable in the booth.

"Well ohayo to you too Rei. What, did you accidentally sit on your wisdom flame this morning?"

She teased back, causing some light snickering from the others. Before Rei could say anything back, a voice from the side interrupted, "So it seems that Odango Atama has finally graced us with her presence before noon, now that's what I call a sight for sour eyes."

Usagi cringed inside as she recognized the voice, she turned to the annoyingly tall, dark, and handsome gu… She abruptly stopped her thoughts and shook her head.

Did I just say handsome?

She frowned at her inner voice and turned her attention back to the guy who seemed to be concentrating on something floating in the sky as his tilted back to look straight up.

"Mamoru-baka, what the hell are you looking at?"

With his face scrunched up, he replied.

"Waiting for pigs to fly."

Her face went blank, "Huh?"

His gaze moved from the sky to her face. "The day you get up early, is the day pigs fly," he laughed.

Usagi's face flushed red with anger,

"Why you little..ahhh, forget it," she said, slapping her hands down on the table's surface before walking over to the Sailor V game. All the while mumbling, "I don't even know why I bother dealing with that conceited, baka of a jerk….,"

Makato laughed, "Why do you always mess with that girl? You're a twenty- year old guy, constantly teasing a seventeen-year old, now that's pathetic," she roughly stated.

Mamoru raised an eyebrow.

"Well what do you say about a twenty- year old sitting around a table talking to a bunch of girls who just happen to be seventeen, ne?"

Everyone looked at each other, including Ami, who turned away from her book for the first time since they gathered there,

"OOOkay, lets get this thing started before Usa comes back," Minako suddenly said with a seriousness that people rarely heard.

"It seems that the youmas are getting stronger every time they attack and it's getting harder and harder for us to keep up," Rei stated.

"Tell me about it, my leg was slashed open last time. When I get my hands on that scaly, red faced punk, I'll break his spine in 5 different ways," Makato said while cracking her knuckles.

* blink, blink * She blushed and smiled sheepishly.

"What should be our number one priority is finding the princess, she is the only one who can help us right now and while she's doing that we can protect her as we pledged to do," Minako said while looking at Mamoru

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They knew that he needed her as much as they did, for he was their prince and a prince needed his princess, especially if she was his so-called soul mate, a girl he's never met but yet was expected to devote his life to her.

"I'll make a program for my comp..," Ami stopped as Usagi headed back to the table,

"Shimatta! I almost had it. So what were you guys talking about?"

Nervous eyes danced around the table. "Um… just asking Mamoru-san about physics," Ami answered calmly.

"But you don't take physics," Usagi questioned

"Uh, I-I know, but I.. um….plan to take it in college, since I want to be a doctor," she nervously finished.

Usagi hesitated at first, she had a feeling they weren't being completely honest with her, but why would they lie? She shrugged it off, it's not like she wasn't expecting them to tell her the truth, they'll just be proving her right; she couldn't trust anyone.

She just couldn't help but be curious about their little discussions every time she left the table, but then again, if she snooped into their business it gave them the permission to do the same to her and she was not ready for that, so she let them continue their business as she gave the group one last look and made her way over to Motoki to order a milkshake.

They watched her leave, letting out the breaths they didn't realize they were holding. With one more look around the arcade to make sure they had no more interruptions., their conversation continued.

"Now back to what's important…."

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Ok! This chapter is now revised. Now…….REVISE, REVISE, REVISE!!!!! ^_~