Good Enough

By: Tenshi no Nozomi (tenshi_no_nozomi@hotmail.com)

Chapter Two : Encounters

AN: Fwee! I'm starting this the day after I submitted the first chapter. Well, technically, it's the same day. But I've been feeling alarmingly productive lately, and I'm enjoying this fic.

A lot of you wanted me to pair Usa up with Crawford! O.o;; He wasn't who I had chosen for the suitor, demo.. I will add him in. Yes, that means instead of one new suitor, there's two now. (No, Sailor Star Scream, you may not beat the living daylights out of me! Shame on you. Tsk, tsk.)

Anyhow, I normally wouldn't do this. Or maybe I would, you may have noticed that I'm a bit of a pushover. But I like to make people happy so. I will do my best!

But for those of you who asked that I do this. please, have mercy on my soul if I don't write Crawford in well. I know I'm going to have a tough time, at least at first. So be patient.

As usual, you can find my replies to your reviews at the bottom. ^^

DISCLAIMER: same; don't own Advil.

WARNINGS: same

PAIRINGS: currently same, possible change

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Usagi smiled to herself as she walked back into the flower shop. It had been comforting to see her friend again, even if there had been bad news.

Perhaps coming back here was more than just coincidence. Maybe it was fate, whispered that same mental voice to her.

I swear, I'm talking to myself, I must be going crazy, Usagi thought to herself.

Upon entering the floral shop, Usagi was greeted to the sight of an exhausted looking Yohji and her still ever-ready-to-go son. Ryu was talking a mile a minute, while Yohji looked ready to pass out right then and there.

"Well! Did you guys have fun?" she asked. From the older man came a soft groan, and from the little boy, a rushed description of everything they'd done that day.

Usagi couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I'm glad you had a good time," she said, walking over and sitting down at the counter with them. Yohji groaned again, shifted the position his head was in. He seemed to be looking for a softer or more comfortable part of the counter- and finding nothing..

Usagi felt a surge of pity for him. She could remember the days when she had been drug around constantly like a new toy. Of course, by now her 'newness' had worn off.. and she had begun to miss Ryu's dependence..

"Need some Advil?" Usagi asked, offering two pills to Yohji. She got a groan in reply before he took the pills dry. Usagi chuckled. "Poor Kudou- san." Usagi said, patting him on the back.

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He really wished she'd stop calling him Kudou-san. He wanted Yohji-kun or Yohji-chan, wanted to feel like he was more than just a stranger. There had been a time when he might have had her in his lap about now. Instead, he was lucky that she was offering him Advil.

Yohji accepted the Advil, though he wished that he had water with it. He hated taking pills dry, although he'd never say so out loud. Somehow he had a feeling that complaining might not be the best course of action.

Usagi was saying something, but he wasn't paying attention. He didn't really need to- the sound of her voice was pleasant, and the actual words she might have been saying could have crushed him.

Watching her, his mind reverted back to six years ago. Back to why she'd left, to when she'd left. To the very memory.

:: Flash back ::

They had already been kicked out of the Koneko due to the commotion that they made and the even bigger crowd of girls that a baby attracted. It seemed that if there was one thing women liked more than handsome men, it was babies.

And even though the women weren't bothering any of the shop keepers, they were crowding the shop and making a huge fuss. And Aya had gotten that look in his eyes like he wanted to kill them all before he kicked them out- including Usagi and Yohji, even though it technically was and wasn't their fault.

So there they were, in front of the pond in the park, sitting on a park bench. So far no one had said anything really important, and they were just sitting there. Yohji was fidgeting randomly, wondering why she had interrupted his work for seemingly nothing.

"I'm. going to be leaving Tokyo soon, Yohji," she said simply and suddenly, breaking the silence. Yohji stared at her while she played with the baby. No, correction, not just any baby. THEIR baby.

He looked at her now, eyes wide. Leave..? "Why?"

She shook her head, and her sleep starved eyes met his. "You wouldn't understand. And I'd rather not go into it." She looked down at the baby again, and gave the gurgling infant an Eskimo kiss.

Lucky kid, he thought to himself. He wanted to be loved by her even if he disturbed her at all hours of the night. But then again, that was supposed to be the love a mother had for her child alone. He wouldn't have known himself, though, for certain reasons.

"Explain to me. If you're going to be taking him with you, then I deserve an explanation." He was trying to be firm with her, but he was really just putty in her hands. He would have done anything to make her happy.

"You really want to know," she asked, her voice becoming more and more a whisper.

"Yes." It was a simple enough answer, but he wondered about it. Did he really want to know?

"Fine." She stood up now from the park bench, and turned to look at him, dead into his eyes. "I can't stay around here where you are, Yohji. As much as I'd like it.. you can't be the person I want you to be. And. it hurts me."

There was so much pain in those blue eyes that had never been soothed. He'd known for some time that she'd been upset, but she'd never said why. Yohji leaned forward now, studying her. "I don't understand," he admitted.

She sighed, and shifted the position that she was holding the baby. "I mean.. that you're too much of a temptation for me. You're irresponsible, you can't commit to a healthy relationship, and.. well, frankly, you're addictive, too. As much as don't I want to, I have to leave here, because you're hurting me."

She wasn't looking at him anymore, her back was to him. But he could feel it, though, in his heart- she was crying. That same over-protective feeling came over him, and before he knew it he was up and hugging her tightly.

He could smell her shampoo, and he buried his face in her neck, cuddling her body close to his. Her scent surrounded him for a while, and in those few short moments there was no one else in the world. I would never try to hurt you..

But she was withdrawing from his grasp all too soon for him, breaking free of his hold with her gentleness. She was facing him again, and now he could see her tears. His attempt to comfort her had failed, and he could see now that it had only caused her more pain.

His heart ached suddenly, and he knew it was true. He knew for sure that she was leaving, and that there was nothing he could do to change it. If Yohji could have put it into words, he might have said he was being torn in two or the world was falling away from under him. But Yohji had never been a poetic person, so he just stood there, feeling stupid and incomplete.

"I'm sorry, Yohji. But. right now, you can't give me what I need. And I need more than just love. So. so, this is good bye for a while." She kissed him with tear-stained lips on the corner of his mouth, and turned to go.

She gave him one last look before she left, and it seemed to cover all of the bases. He could see the wistful look in her eyes, the one that told him she wanted to stay. He could see the raw grief that formed a gruesome wound around her heart, that needed healing it could not get here.

And there was love, too, in those eyes of hers, despite it all. Too much of it, a true and overwhelming tenderness. It was for him, towards him- something that no one had ever felt for him before. It took his breath away, the prospect that she was leaving partly for his sake as well.

And then she was gone, all of her love and her pain, like a cold wind from the north sweeping through and going just as quickly. And in her place there was nothing- no pain, no fear, nothing at all. Just emptiness. There would be time for pain later, and he knew this.

He sat back down on trembling legs, and fumbled for his lighter. He drew out a cigarette, his last one. How fitting. He lit up, and lifted the cancer stick to his mouth. He needed that cigarette..

:: End flash back ::

"Kudou-san, daijobu desu ka," a concerned voice asked, breaking through his reminiscences. Yohji looked up, startled out of his trance, and met Usagi's super blue eyes.

For a moment, no one said anything. Even so, Yohji could see the things she wanted to say in Usagi's eyes. And he could see other things- traces of her sorrow and her love, left behind from six years.

That shocked a part of him- that she still loved him. And it gave him a spark of hope, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, he could still win her over.

At that moment, Ran and Aya walked in. "Ohhh, look!! Look, 'niichan, look at the cute little boy," Aya said, having already caught sight of Ryu. How is it that women always do that, Yohji wondered to himself. Do they have radars somewhere? He watched Aya zoom up the little boy, already admiring him.

Ran however had stopped and was giving Usagi his patented Ran's Icy Glare of Doom. If there was one other person in the world that wasn't afraid of him, it was Usagi. And to a degree, she had an uncanny ability to read and control him.. although no one could control Ran quite as well as Aya.

Usagi smiled, looking at Aya. "You must be Ran's sister. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, holding out her hand to the girl.

Aya blinked for a moment, and then smiled. "Yes. But I'm afraid I don't know who you are.?" She stuck her own hand out, and shook Usagi's.

"Watashi wa Tsukino Usagi." Aya's eyes widened momentarily. She had heard Omi-kun and Ken-kun saying something about this very same lady some time ago, although she hadn't caught exactly what it was. Well, I guess I'll have to pay them a visit later on.

"What a cute little boy you have here! What's his name?"

"Watashi wa Tsukino Ryu," the boy interjected before his mother could answer, trying to make himself look bigger.

Aya giggled. "You remind me of my oniichan when he was younger." Ran promptly froze up, and assumed a look that reminded Usagi of a deer in a set of headlights.

"Especially in some of the pictures otousan and okaasan had," she said, going on, completely oblivious to the looks her brother was giving her. "He was always making trouble- drawing on the walls, digging into the cookie jar, unlocking the doors and going outside to play in the backyard. And then there was the time he chopped off my hair. And don't you make that face at me, 'nicchan, because you did," the girl exclaimed giggling.

Usagi laughed herself. "Ryu-chan hasn't caused me that much trouble. yet. My, Ran-san, you were such a heathen growing up," she added, giggling when the red head threatened to blush. I knew he'd thaw over. it just took him a while.

"Say, would you like some candy. Ryu, isn't it," Aya asked, producing a chocolate bar out of her purse. Usagi froze up in memory of the last time Ryu had chocolate, and Yohji himself looked ready to cry. That boy didn't need sugar!

"Oh, please don't, Aya-san. You'll spoil his dinner."

Aya blinked, and then smiled. "Oh, please, call me Aya-chan. And as for 'niichan, Ran-chan will do for him," she said, casting him a look that dared him to disagree with her. "I didn't realize that he hadn't had dinner yet, I'm sorry."

Usagi smiled. "It's quite all right"-

Usagi was interrupted by Ryu's protests. "Please, no, Okaasan doesn't cook very well!" Usagi blushed and smiled sheepishly.

"I try my best. but you're right, I don't do a very good job. But I'll tell you who does, though," Usagi added, drawing close to her son with a sparkle in her eyes. "Your grandma makes fantastic food, and I'm sure she'll whip up some really good stuff for us!"

"But okaasan, I want to eat with otousan," the boy said, latching onto his father.

"I thought they looked similar.." Aya muttered to herself thoughtfully.

Usagi thought about that for a minute. It would not be a wise idea to take Yohji to her parents' house. Her mother would welcome him with open arms, of course- she had always wanted to meet him, and she loved to cook, so the more the merrier.

But her father. Even though he was older now, her father still had the over- protective streak. And he wasn't exactly weak and feeble, either. Not to mention he had invested in another rifle.

"Well, I don't think that would be a good idea, Ryu-chan," Usagi admitted thoughtfully. Usagi noticed the look on Yohji's face. He liked Ryu just fine, but it was obvious that he wanted the night to himself so he could drink. That was just the kind of person Yohji was.

Well, Yohji, your liver is lucky that I'm around to save it, she decided. "However, I'm sure that Aya-chan is a pretty good cook. You wouldn't mind cooking for him just for tonight, would you, so he can spend some time with his father," she asked Aya.

"Of course not! I'd be more than happy to cook," she said smiling sunnily.

"Yippee! You hear that, 'tousan? Okaasan's gonna let me stay," the boy cried happily, instantly climbing off his lap. He hugged his mother, and then went in the direction towards Ran. Truth to tell, the little boy found the tall, cold red head fascinating.

Ran, however, didn't seem to share the same fascination. He glared down at the little boy, hoping to discourage him. Unfortunately for Ran, his hardhearted reputation, and any hope of shooing the boy away had been ruined by his sister's baby stories. "I marked on okaasan's walls with crayons, once. she made me help her clean it up. And then she grounded me, and."

Ran's mental groan was almost audible. Why did the boy have to be such a chatter box? Aya giggled in the background, and discreetly loaded her camera full of film.

Yohji stared at the little boy, hoping that Aya would keep her older brother in check. It probably wasn't good for the young boy's health that he was so close to Ran, but if the kid was any bit as half as tough as his mother, then he'd manage.

Usagi smiled at how easily things had been arranged. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Ken and Omi coming down the stairs. She flashed them a swift smile, and turned back to Yohji. She leaned close, and stage whispered in his ear.

"I'm leaving you in charge of my son. If you dare drink or smoke around him, I swear to you I will castrate you personally." She smiled ultra- sweetly at Yohji, who was staring at her like she'd just told him she used to be a man, and tapped him on the nose playfully. "Good luck."

Usagi grabbed her purse, and smiled at everyone. "All right, I'll see you all later- there's a few places I want to go, still. I'll be back later for you, Ryu," she said, stooping down to give him a good-bye kiss on his forehead that he quickly wiped away.

Yohji opened his mouth to protest- Usagi shouldn't be allowed to go off again. His objections were cut short by a swift kick in his calf via Aya- chan, who just whistled and smiled innocently at him.

"Bye, everyone! Behave yourself, Ryu, while I'm gone." As she passed Ran on the way to the door she whispered, "Bai bai, Ran-chan," and was pleased to see him blush ever so slightly. Usagi laughed, and then went out the door with a jangle of its bell and walked to her car.

Nobody said a word, but everyone watched as she started up the car and pulled out of her parking spot. Usagi gave them a last wave before speeding away, and then the whispers started.

Yohji glared at Ran, wishing that the red-head would turn into something a little less cute, like a big cockroach- the kind with wings. Not to mention that there went another good chance to try and win her back. Absently, he rubbed the back of his leg. Damn you, Aya.

Ran himself wanted to go and hide in his room, but if he attempted to do so, then Aya would harass him to no end. She hardly ever let him be alone, lest he start to brood again. And now there was a little boy with the attention span of.. well, his age, but the curiosity of a cat.

Ken and Omi just grinned at each other. When Usagi had been going out with Yohji still, they had been around her a few times. The chaos that she left in her midst was always interesting, and already the chain reaction had begun.

Oooh. she's good! Aya thought to herself. Wonder if I could get her to teach me some of her stuff, she wondered to herself. Aloud, she asked Ryu what he wanted for dinner.

Yohji decided it was going to be a long evening. Now if only he could have just one cigarette.

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Usagi grinned happily to herself as she drove in her car. It was so fun to tease people. She had forgotten just how much she loved this place. It made her feel like she was fourteen again.

So much happiness. but so much pain, she said, shaking her head. What was really sad was that she had never gotten over things.

Usagi had her heart broken by Yohji time and time again back before she left. She had always said she would do something about it, and once she had gone so far as to break the relationship. However, Usagi's resolve was weak- every time she threatened, it all fell through.

It seemed like I lost whether I was with him or wasn't..

Yohji had that unexplainable power over her. She couldn't ever remember giving it to him, but she did remember that after the first few escapades together, she had become dizzily addicted to him. Of course, it wasn't just sexually or physically- their relationship wouldn't have been able to hold up that long.

No, it had been something deeper. His character was fascinating, for one- no matter what anyone said, there was more to Yohji than what anyone saw at a first glance. He went deeper than that- he wasn't just a superficial womanizer, and somewhere inside of him he was just purely different from any other person than Usagi had ever met.

An underlying feeling of sadness, of a wound that still needed healing. Usagi had wanted to help him with that, but there were so many more things to their chemistry..

How about the fact that he feels like another part of you, whispered a part of her. A significant part.

But he hurt you. He hurt you so badly, worse than Mamoru could have ever done. Because he held your heart in his hands, and he shattered it.

Usagi sighed to herself, feeling utterly depressed now. Sometimes it felt like she couldn't win for losing, and right now was one of them. She couldn't play games with life, not the way she used to. Maybe I'm just too fragile now. Maybe my soul's been through too much to deal with the pain anymore.

And that was a possibility. Usagi's soul was already considerably old, having been born and reborn repeatedly over the space of a thousand years. Maybe that's too much heart break, even for a lunarian.

Usagi turned off all of her intellectual thoughts as she searched for a place to eat. There was only so much brooding that she could do at a single point in time without getting truly depressed. She was really hungry, but not picky. something cheep, greasy, and salty would do just fine.

And suddenly, she spotted the Mc. Donalds! It was like the heavens had opened up and everything. Usagi switched lanes and put on her turn signal just in time to pull into the parking lot. And Tsukino scores!

Usagi hummed happily to herself as she turned off the ignition and pulled her keys out, locking the doors behind her.

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A young woman watched from the dark cloud she existed on in the sky. It wasn't really in the sky- at least not one that the humans could see. No, this place existed only in the astral plane, but had close ties with the mortal realm.

It wasn't hard for them to slip in between dimensions- if anything, it was almost too easy. They were right on the border lines of both planes, and often slipped through the gateway.

She watched, because it was all she could do for the moment. She had seen this coming for a long time, of course. That one was back.

The only one who had ever been her friend, no matter how briefly. She might have destroyed her- she should, they were fatal enemies. But for her friendship.

All she could offer in return was perhaps a second chance.

A chance to join them.

To join the team that would surely win.

"You two. it is time," she said, turning around. The two spoken to came forward, not daring to speak a word. This was the woman that had rescued them from the steps of death, from eternal silence. In return for their assistance when the time came, they had been offered eternal life. Perhaps there might even be a chance for happiness in that life.

It was too tempting a deal to passed up, anyway, even if they could never have happiness. Any form of life was better than not having one.

"That one.. do you see her, in this mirror of the mortal world? Do you see her?"

Still they didn't dare to speak a word, the merely nodded their affirmative.

"Her.. that is the one that is your target. She is the vital piece to the puzzle. If you don't do your jobs correctly it will all have been for nothing. She is the key to having this world as our own."

"You want her dead, then.?" Asked the dark haired one.

The woman hissed in reply. "No! Never. If you so much as harm a hair on her head, I'll send you back to Death. They're not exactly pleased with me for taking you away, you know," the woman said, her eyes narrowing.

The men exchanged looks. "Then what would you have us do?"

The woman laughed. "Is it so hard to figure out? You're both young men, and she's not so old herself. Take her as your own, do as you will- only subdue her." Both men seemed a bit surprised, but let it pass.

"As you wish, your majesty," said the speaker of the two. He bowed, and his companion did the same.

She nodded, seeming appeased. "Yes. do your job well, and you will be rewarded in the future. You are dismissed," she announced with an air of finality. She set her sights back onto her viewing device, watching her friend enter the restaurant.

My friend. it is the best I can do in return for all that you gave to me. Her sharp eyes softened momentarily in reverence for the old memories. I will attempt to spare your death.

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Ah. there was nothing quite like the taste of Mc. Donald's French fries. All of that salty, greasy goodness. and so warm. Usagi smiled happily to herself, almost humming. Food always managed to make Usagi happy.

Usagi sipped thoughtfully on her Dr. Pepper. Oh, yes. This was good stuff. Fattening, and not good for her cholesterol, but screw all that.

You only live life so many times, so why not enjoy yourself, she pondered to herself. She didn't see why not. And so munched happily to herself. Tomorrow, perhaps, she would go to her mother's and father's. She hadn't gone tonight because she wanted Ryu to go with her- she knew her mother would be dying to see her grandson, anyway.

So she had decided that waiting was for the best.

She might have stayed, but it would not have been for the best. If Usagi knew Yohji, then he'd try to get at her the first chance he got. It was better this way, even if she might have looked like an irresponsible and flighty mother to everyone else.

She slurped her drink down in peace, lulled by the cool, sweet flavor. There was nothing that she needed to worry about in the world at the moment, and-

Suddenly, there was a shift of the weight on her seat to either side of her. Usagi's eyes popped open, and she slowly examined the people on either side of her. Both of them were young looking men, one with messy orange hair that tapered down his neck wildly and held out of his face by a bandana that had sunglasses perched on top of it. The other was wearing a pair of glasses, dressed in a suit, and had dark hair and dark eyed.

"A-anno.. I don't think I know you," Usagi said, shifting uncomfortably. She would have moved, but they were both on either side of her, and the table was in front of her. She wasn't desperate enough to crawl under the table just yet, but something told her she might very well be in just a short while.

The one on her left scooted closer to her, and smirked knowingly. "Not yet, liebe, but soon enough." Usagi's eyes widened, and she attempted to scoot away, only to run into the other one with a small 'eep.'

She looked up at him hopefully- if it was anything like the cartoons, this one would be an angel who would help her. She was interrupted from her hopes by nasal laughter. "Not a chance, liebe. You're better off with me than him."

Usagi looked from one to the other, doubting that very much. She faced the older, dark haired one man again, and gave tried for a smile, even though it failed. "Please let me out?"

He stared at her through those glasses with his formidable and unreadable eyes. and told her simply, "No."

Usagi stared and just sat there frozen for a few minutes. Her brain was trying to compute the current situation, and having problems all the way through. Why do these things always happen to me? Why do I get trapped in a booth in McDonalds with two psycho men? It's not faiiiirrr..

"Tsk, tsk, liebe. Labeling people 'psycho' is hurtful," the orange haired man said, reeling her into his lap.

If it was possible, Usagi was certain that there was smoke coming out of her ears from her fried brain.

"Enough, Schuldich," the blue haired man ordered.

"Oh, but Crawford, I was just beginning to have fun with her," the German protested. Usagi just sat there immobile while he stroked her hair and pouted.

"We'll come back for her later. Right now, we need a plan," the older man said, shoving his glasses up higher on his nose. He looked at Usagi, and she looked back at him, purely stupefied.

The German sighed and slid out from underneath her. "All right," he addressed his leader reluctantly. He turned back to Usagi and kissed her briefly. "Mn. Salty.. We'll be back for you, liebe," he said with a smirk.

And then they were gone, straight back into the blue that they had come from.

Usagi sat there for a few moments more moment, absolutely befuddled, before she snapped out of it. "Just who did they think they were," Usagi cried out as she slammed her hands down on the table, fuming. Now not only did she have everyone's attention in the restaurant, but her hands stung wickedly.

Life sucked again.

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Gwa ha ha! I think that's a fine note for me to leave off on. Hey, don't look at me like that. This was another long chapter, so be happy. And I even had both new suitors show up at the end, even if it was briefly. Hey, I got bored.

But anyhow, Whatever you guys do, please don't ask me to add Ran/Aya to the list of suitors. I'll lose my mind and make it a free-for-all. . And no, that's not a good thing. I just pulled that cuz I couldn't resist..

Lizzychan : I hope this makes you happy, I normally wouldn't do this.. in fact, I was intending to make a separate one-shot, but I guess I'll just do this instead.

SquirrelnoShi : ^^ You're quite welcome!

Sailor Star Scream : O.o;; It's not nice to threaten to hurt people.. besides, the more couples, the more fun it is for me to write. And if you try to hurt me, I'll sic Yohji-sama on you! Fwee hee hee.

Sunshine*Roses : I'm glad you like it.. but I generally don't read Harry Potter/Sailor Moon crossovers. I just don't think they do well crossed over. Please don't take any offense.

Yuki : I'm sorry. I know it's been too long, but I have legitimate excuses. Or so I think, anyway. And I don't take :that: long to update.. . You're just trying to make me feel bad. Gah, such a sweet person..

Tasie : I'm glad you like the plot.. but what does Bubbles have to do with anything? O.o;; I'm afraid you lost me there.

Gakkuri Naishinnou : Fwee.. you're right. I don't think it would be humanly possible for any of Yohji's offspring to be ugly. :falls over: Eh, you're right, he's not the committing type, either. Aw, to hell with common sense! Besides, who said anything about marriage? If I put Farfie into this.. You'd know I'd lost my mind. Personally, I'm scared of him. Lol; you're really evil GN.. but I like you. ^.^

Kasai-chan(Ce-ce : Fwee. . I'm not aiming for an Aya(Ran)/Usagi pairing in this story. I'm going to release a one-shot with that pairing in a short while, though, so be on the look out for it. ^.~ As for the reply.. ^^ I'm glad that you're touched. :hands you a hankie:

Little-bag-of-laughs : ^^ All right, you don't have to beg.

Magic Cat : Gack! What is it with Brad Crawford? He's a cold, heartless, manipulative bastard. :is mauled by Crawford fans: GAH!

MarMoonStar : Glad you think so.

Princess Cosmos : It'll depend on how people vote when I ask them to who she ends up.. but that's one of my personal favorites, too. ^^

Sailor Purgatory : If people stop reviewing just because I have my required ten reviews per chapter after I reach the number, then I'll have to raise the number.. :frowns: And I hate having to demand so many before I continue as it is. Well, now someone has (kinda) even though I can understand why.. Crawly is a bastard, and Farfie's scary. :is mauled again by both Farfie and Crawford fans: GAHH!

Lady Rose : Fwee, another sequel? But I'm not finished with this..

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Sailor Fortune : ^^ There, I kept going!

Dreama Tsuki : It's a long story.. but you'll find out eventually. ^^

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