Good Enough

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

Chapter Three : Plots unraveling

AN : Phwee. Chapter Three! I just submitted the second chapter earlier today, and already I almost have the required number of reviews already. O.o;; lol. It's kind of sad since this is really the one that's doing the best, besides maybe TV Troubles (which I still need to update!! .) and a lot of my other fics took up to two weeks to get that many reviews. Does that mean I just picked a good time to update, or are my skills as a writer improving?

I think I look to deeply into things. But anyhow.. yes, we are up to chapter three! Hurray for inspiration.

DISCLAIMER : The same

WARNINGS : Same; did I mention OOC-ness before?

PAIRINGS : Same

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Usagi watched the sun set from her favorite place in the whole world. She was in her little sanctuary that she'd had since she was a child that no one else had ever known about. She hadn't even taken Ryu there when he was a baby, because it had been the only thing that she'd had to herself.

It was the same as it had been when she had left- the same little brook trickling through, the same little open area where soft clovers bloomed, and a tire swing hung from an old sakura tree.

Usagi traced her fingers lightly over the bark, taking in the rough sensation. There were a lot of old memories here- good and bad. She closed her eyes, and sat cautiously on the tire swing.

When she had been seven or so, she had stumbled onto this place once when she was exploring. Back then Usagi had always been on the adventurous side, and her curiosity had been insatiable. The tire swing had been broken- the rope was rotten- so she had taken some rope from her father and climbed the tree, restoring it, and all by herself.

She had come here as a refuge heavily in her life, relying on it. When she hurt too much from her relationship with Mamoru, she had come here to cry. Sometimes she had even talked to no one in particular, just to try and get her feelings off her chest.

After all, there wasn't anyone that she could really talk to. The scouts wouldn't have understood, and her family.. well, none of them exactly approved of her relationship to Mamoru, for certain reasons. Luna had been out of the question, Naru had been in the dark, and that left.. no one.

Those had been the loneliest years of her entire life. Even when Ryu had been born and she had been all on her own, she had never felt so unhappy.

Those years had been difficult. It had been hard to raise a child and maintain a decent job at the same time, and she'd done her best to juggle everything. She knew, though, that she hadn't been the best mother that she could have been.

There had been too many compromises, moments that she'd missed. She'd hated herself for it, and even now there were things that she wished she could change, but there had been no choice for Usagi.

All in all, she had been happier in Kyoto. She didn't have to live with the disapproval that she got from the scouts, the heart-break from Yohji, or the disappointment from her family. She'd been able to keep in contact with everyone, but keep the personal and painful things at a distance.

I've been a coward, Usagi admitted to herself. Selfish, too. I placed my own happiness above others- especially Ryu. But.. I'm tired of sacrificing myself. I really am.

Usagi tucked her knees up to her chest and hugged herself tightly. All of her life she had had to sacrifice herself for everyone else, and her own feelings had either been swept aside or mistaken. Usagi had hated it, but hadn't ever fought against it. She had been a pushover.

And now, I'm just feeling sorry for myself, she thought. Usagi climbed out of the old, worn tire. As she began the walk back to her car parked in the lot, she sincerely hoped that there was some child that had discovered it and enjoyed it.

Somehow, I have to make things work. There has to be an in-between..

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Usagi parked in front of the Koneko, knowing full well that she was running a bit late. She hadn't felt like hurrying, though. Not when she was most likely returning to trouble.

Usagi tried the doors, and found that they were locked. Well, it was almost nine o'clock. She knocked on the door repeatedly, and stood outside the shop feeling rather dumb.

Finally, though, Aya came downstairs, a victorious grin on her face. Usagi wondered briefly if she should be worried before the door opened.

"Don't look so suspicious! Now, come inside," the younger girl ordered, ushering her inside with a smile on her face.

Usagi smiled, and obliged. "You look like the cat who got into the cream without anyone knowing. What happened?"

Aya just giggled. "I got a butt-load of pictures," she declared proudly, producing a small disposable camera from out of nowhere.

Usagi laughed. "Be sure to show them to me when you get them developed, all right?" Aya grinned wider, and offered Usagi a drink of water before heading upstairs.

"I'll be right back down with him- everyone else passed out a while ago, so I don't want you to have to deal with any death threats." With that, the younger disappeared upstairs, and Usagi was left to her lonesome amongst the flowers sipping her water.

~Lonely, liebe,~ teased a nasal, disembodied voice. Usagi's eyes widened, and she promptly choked on her water. She sputtered and managed to force it down her throat.

Usagi set the glass down, and then looked all around her. Laughter resounded from an unseen source, though she recognized whose it was. It was that man from earlier at the Mc Donalds, the one that had harassed her.

"Where are you, you bastard," she hissed.

~Bastard? Harassed? That's a bit harsh, liebe. Besides, you didn't resist very much,~ the voice taunted her.

"Come out here, bastard"- she started again.

"Usagi-chan? Are you all right?" Usagi jumped, and stopped searching. Aya stood there with Ryu curled up in her arms fast asleep. The younger girl looked confused, and a bit worried for her new friend.

"Oh.. Anno, I think I am. But Aya-chan, is there someone else here?" The younger girl promptly shook her head.

"Everyone else crashed a long time ago, so it's just you and me. Why, did you hear something?"

"I thought I did.. but I must have been mistaken," Usagi amended, deciding that she'd figure it out later. She accepted her little boy, and hugged his small body close to her.

~How sweet, liebe. I want you to hold me like that..~

Usagi ignored the voice; she didn't have time to go crazy. "Thank you ever so much for looking after him and cooking for him. I really appreciate it," Usagi said, digging into her purse for her wallet.

~Aww.. don't ignore me, liebe. I don't like it,~ he taunted again, unseen and obviously unheard by Aya. Usagi fought down a wave of irritation, working as hard as she had ever to maintain her self-contol.

Leave me the hell alone, you bastard, she growled mentally, while trying to focus on what was going on around her.

"No, please don't pay me! I had a blast, and so did 'niichan, even if he'll never say so," Aya said, turning down the money with her hand gestures as well. "Say, Usagi-chan.. just how long are you going to be in town," the girl asked, a certain slyness creeping into her voice.

Usagi sweatdropped mentally, and said "Not too long. Ryu has a week and a half till he's supposed to start school again, and I have work, so.." Usagi petered off.

~All work and no play makes liebe a dull girl,~ the voice drawled again. She could almost feel the smirk that was on the damnable man's face as he taunted her.

What the hell do you know about anything, she shot back irritably, especially me?

~More than you think,~ the voice purred. ~Now don't be such a prude, liebe, I know that you can be fun. Let me play with you.. you'd enjoy it, too.~

Usagi shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, and once again attempted to refocus on the situation at hand. If Aya had noticed Usagi's apparent but momentary distraction and the vague look in her eyes, then she must have brushed it off.

Aya nodded thoughtfully. "Well, you should come and visit more. You'd have thought that boy was surgically attached to his father, the way he was hanging on to him."

A wave of guilt hit Usagi. "I.. want to. I want Ryu to have a good relationship with his father, demo.." Usagi just shook her head. There was too much to say, so much that wouldn't make sense.

Aya just watched her, her expression unreadable. "I suppose that you have to do what's best for yourself.. but.." The girl stopped, and only shrugged. "Who'm I to say?"

Usagi smiled. "Well, thanks again, Aya-chan. I'll see you later," Usagi said, before leaving the shop.

Aya sat down at a seat, and watched the blonde outside, oblivious to the world around her.

"How is it, Tsukino Usagi," she murmured to herself, "that you manage to bring people so close to you, make them depend on you? Oniichan won't admit the way he feels, Yohji-kun still wants you after seven years.. There's something different about you," Aya concluded.

She shook her head to herself- it was obvious that Usagi-chan was as stubborn a fool as any of them, and wouldn't let herself be taken off-guard anymore. Still, she was bound to be in for a few surprises, and Aya the Matchmaker was going to see to it that *someone* got her in the end.

And as she was heading up the stairs to the attached flat, a figure hurried past her on his way down. It took Aya a moment to understand, but she finally comprehended it- it was Yohji, in hot pursuit of Usagi. Good luck, Yohji-kun, she called after him mentally.

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It was that same dream again- the one where angel's feathers swirled in the wind around him, and rain drops fell on his skin.

There was the blinding light that consumed almost everything, but generating a peaceful feeling. Like everything would be all right. But it wouldn't be alright, because with every passing moment, the one thing he treasured was being reduced to nothing, to less nothing.

It was truly breaking his heart, filling him with a sorrow unlike anything he'd felt before. There was nothing peaceful about what was happening- nothing at all. He was going to lose her, once and for all.

He reached his hand out, into the blinding abyss, unsure and uncertain of himself, but driven by the need to be assured and have her body in his arms again. He muled around, reaching for it, grasping, but feeling nothing but feathers and moonbeams.

Will you try to save her, booms a voice into his ears, his mind, into his very soul. Will you be the one to try to save her, it asks him. His ears are blending and he's in pain, but he's still reaching for her, even though he can't find her.

And then the dream disappeared, leaving Yohji awake and panicked, breathing hard and clutching at a pillow. The dream was no different this time than it was any of the other times before- it started the same, and ended exactly before the voice with no body or point of origin could pass its judgment.

But somehow, it felt more real that time than it has ever.

Yohji calmed down slowly, breathing turning from shallow gasps to a forced even pattern. His heart beat calmed, breathing died down, but his irritation remained, and he threw his pillow away, off the side of the bed.

He sought out a cool place on the bed, fidgeting until he reached a cooler area. Finally, he rested, ears open and listening- and he picked up the faint voices from downstairs in the shop. It's odd, and he wondered vaguely for a few moments, until he realized that the voices belonged to Aya-chan and to Usagi.

It took his breath away instantly, and he just lied there, straining to take in the sound of her voice. He missed everything about her over the past seven years, from the sound of her voice and the smell of her hair, to the was her skin felt and the color of her eyes.

When she had first left him, he had briefly believed it to be just that- brief. It had been on the second week when it had finally hit him that she'd really left that he was alone. He'd gone into a short fit of brooding, and then forced himself back into his regular routine so that nothing seemed wrong.

But inside, he'd been a despondent mess. Even while he was drinking and flirting, he was angry and sad, and disappointed in himself. When he was making love to some woman that he didn't know, it was Usagi that he saw, and her name that he gasped or cried on any given night.

He had known for a long time that he was ruined for anyone else- that the only person that he could ever possibly want or cherish was Usagi. Women came and went through his life, and his favorites were blondes or blue eyed women by far. He'd frustrated a countless number of them by being unable to even attempt their names during sex.

It had been a miserable existence, and for the past seven years he had slowly attempted to heal his wounds. His longing hadn't lessened, but the sense of loss had- it had dulled with time, though he'd still understood that he'd wanted and missed his little blonde.

It had all been dashed to tiny pieces when Usagi had shown up at the Koneko. She had been the same, but different- changed and made older by the years, made mature and independent. It had broken his heart, made him want to be the stronghold in her life, made him remember just how much her absence had changed him, had hurt him.

The voices began to fade- Usagi's in particular. And in a moment, he knew that she was going to leave.

Yohji wasn't sure just what ran through his head at that moment. Thoughts of how Usagi had left him before, and could leave at any time, probably. It was enough to make him get up, though, and grab a robe before running down the stairs to the shop, and then outside.

I fucked up once, Usagi, by letting you get away. I'm NOT going to let you get away from me again!

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Outside, she was exposed to the cool night air again. She shivered slightly, before unlocking the passenger side door, and sitting her son in and strapping him in. His head lolled to the side and his body slumped slightly to the side. Usagi smiled, and ruffled his hair absently before closing the door quietly.

Usagi stepped around the car and prepared to enter, but was interrupted.

"Matte, Usagi!"

Usagi froze up, and debated between turning around and pretending that she was temporarily deaf. That would hurt his feelings, whispered that little voice inside of her that was still conscious of her feelings for him, and the way that he felt for her. He wouldn't show it, but he would be. Don't hurt him again, the voice pleaded.

Usagi slowly turned around and faced Yohji. "Hai, Kudou-san?" She took in the odd picture that he made, standing there in the freezing cold, clad only in his silk boxers and bath robe. And in the middle of Tokyo, too.. Needless to say, it was very un-Yohji like.

He grimaced. "Would you stop calling me that? It makes me feel old," he griped.

Usagi smiled just barely. "Well, you are getting there.."

His frown deepened, and Usagi sighed. She leaned against her car and spoke her mind. "You didn't rush out here in your boxers and robe to talk to me about that, did you, Yohji?"

"No," he answered truthfully. "We need to talk." The fact that he was unabashed about his current condition didn't surprise her- when Yohji made his mind up to do something, he did it without regrets. But what truly surprised her was the action itself.

The old Yohji wouldn't have rushed out in the middle of the night in his lovely black, silk boxers and robe that was hardly tied at the waist to tell her to stop. Perhaps he's changed.? the small voice in her pondered.

~I wouldn't count on it, liebe,~ the nasal voice commented in her head, making its presence known again. Still, there was something decidedly curious about the way the comment was said..

Mind your own business, she instructed him. Usagi opened her eyes and eyed Yohji critically. "Go ahead, then. I'm listening."

"I want to know why you're avoiding me. Why you treat me like I'm the plague," Yohji demanded instantly. It was odd, the old Yohji was subtler than this.

Usagi was quiet for a few minutes, before answering softly. "I thought that was obvious. I'm tired of being hurt."

"Hurt? Just how the hell did I ever hurt you," he snapped back, frustration obvious and growing. It was a stupid question, and Usagi could see that he instantly wanted to take it back, because even he knew all the ways he had hurt her. But he wanted to know what had specifically driven her away.

Usagi looked away from him. She hated having to drudge up old things.. "Let's not bring up the past, okay, Yohji? What we had is dead and gone, and"-

She was interrupted by his forceful but gentle grip on her chin that forced him to look him in the eyes. "It is not gone and dead," he insisted softly, eyes never releasing hers. "If it was, you wouldn't keep running away me."

Usagi was quiet, staring at him. He was right, it wasn't gone and dead. It had always been with her, that lonely ache in the pit of her stomach. It was funny that the one thing that she had ever really tried with all of her might to escape had never left.

Usagi was suddenly aware of how close his face was to hers. A blush stained her cheeks, and she attempted to break his grip, but it was too late. He brushed his cheek against hers soothingly, and whispered in her ear. "Do you have any idea just how much I missed you?"

His voice was so soft and sweet. she could have sworn it was on the verge of breaking. He's just trying to seduce you, a voice in her protested, even as she melted in his grasp and to his will.

Usagi's throat felt dry and totally parched despite the glass of water she'd had only moments ago. Her skin pricked and prickled, ultra sensitive. The hairs on her arms and the back of her neck pricked, and goose flesh spread. She shivered; it seemed colder now than it had been.

His face withdrew, smooth flesh sliding against smooth flesh. The look in his eyes caught her off guard- she had expected something lustful, but instead.. there was indeed a hungry look to them, but it was accompanied by a tenderness that she'd never seen before.

"I'm not giving up," he announced to her, eyes soft but determined, looking at only her. "I love you, and I'm not going to lose you again."

The announcement stuck in her head, freezing her up inside and out. Usagi had been able to count on her fingers the number of times Yohji had told her that he loved her on one hand up until then. Because as much as he was a lover, he wasn't one for commitment.

"I've.. gotta go," she managed to croak out, turning around and fumbling with the keys and unlocking her door. Her cheeks felt hot still, and there were tiny jolts of electricity running up and down her body.

He turned her around again, and dropped a stunningly sweet yet chaste kiss on her lips. " See you around, then," he murmured, turning around and dragging himself back inside.

Usagi stood there, still feeling dizzy and trying to collect her wits. She sat down in her seat, and leaned her forehead against the steering wheel.

~Liebe, do you intend to sit there all night,~ the voice said, coming back. It sounded annoyed, though Usagi didn't really comprehend why.

"No," she whispered softly, turning on the ignition. She was still in a daze, and she wasn't quite sure that she could make it to the hotel.

There was an exasperated sigh, and Usagi's consciousness of herself and her activities wandered. When she realized what she was doing again, she was tucking Ryu into bed. Usagi froze up, and tried vainly to remember just what she had done.

~You owe me, liebe- big time,~ the voice added, sounding not nearly as frustrated this time. No, instead he was now purring rather provocatively, alluringly.

Usagi promptly and out of habit told him where he could shove it, even though she was blushing- and he laughed back at her. After that, there was silence, and Usagi could feel that that presence had left her for now. Usagi sighed and got into her night clothes, before promptly falling into a deep sleep.

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The woman watched, emotionless from the astral plane. "I presume that the two of you have a plan?"

"A bit of one," Crawford admitted.

The woman nodded, almost to herself. "Make sure that you take good care of her," she said, dismissing them. She called upon another servant.

"And tell me- how are the other plans coming?"

"Reservations are being made as you have ordered, your majesty. All the people on your invitee list have had their invitations sent to them."

"How many have confirmed their attendance?"

"Almost all of them, your majesty."

The woman nodded to herself, thoughtful as always. Plans were going according to how they had been made. "Good. Those who do not wish to attend.. eliminate them, immediately."

"I will see that it is done, your majesty."

"It had best be done- without fail, I might add." The woman turned her sharp, cat green eyes on him. "You do know what happens to those who fail me."

"Yes, your majesty."

"Go, then," the woman said, returning to her plotting.

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"So, what's our glorious plan, oh fearless-leader," drawled the nasal German as they lounged in their quarters. Well, Schuldich was lounging, Brad was sitting and attempting to think.

He only glared at his companion and returned to his thinking. Right now he wasn't receiving any brilliant flashes of the future, so he had no idea how certain attempts might turn out. They didn't know a whole lot about the woman, which really needed to be corrected.

"Schuldich, I need you to find out more about Ms. Tsukino- kindly infiltrate her thoughts and memories, if you would."

Schuldich grumbled to himself, but complied. The German descended into a trance-like state as he sifted through the blonde woman's mind, and whatever else he might be doing. Crawford drank in the silence, relishing in it since it didn't happen all too often.

A few minutes later- or maybe it was hours, time always ran funny in this place, and Crawford didn't have his beloved wrist watch anymore- Schuldich stretched and rejoined the living.

"Well, liebe has some interesting love interests.. It looks as though Balinese will be our main competitor.. although Abyssinian may try for her as well." Crawford only raised an eyebrow and allowed the orange haired man to continue. "She has a seven year old son named Ryu, whose father.. well, Balinese is responsible for that.

"She's lived in Kyoto for the past six or so years, and she's a secretary at a law firm. She's been working there for a little over four years, and before that she worked elsewhere getting minimal wage. They now live in decent apartment in Kyoto near a big park.

"Her real fears at the moment are that she's going to lose her son, and/or that she's going to get into another emotionally damaging relationship with Balinese. They're currently staying at a Drury Inn ((Does Japan have Drury Inns? Probably not, but oh well.)) close to the Koneko, and tomorrow she has plans to drop by a friend's house and to visit her parents."

"Do you know where these places are?"

"Of course! I'm not THAT incompetent.. You wound me, Crawly. "

"If it's not fatal, then don't bother me about it," He retorted, trying to think.

Schuldich's eyes widened. "You have a sense of humor! And all this time I thought you were a vicious, cruel bastard!"

"I am," Crawford retorted. Now if only Schuldich would just shut UP.. Schuldich sighed, having taken the hint momentarily. The German strolled over to the built-in bar, and began to make some concoction that would probably do a great deal of harm to his body.

Crawford just ignored him and thought things over. Winning her over would be easy enough- there was no doubt in Crawford's mind that she was emotionally unstable, and he intended to use that to his advantage. He'd use the Weiss kittens to get her emotions running high, and then they'd swoop in, and that would be that.

The only problem that he'd have with his plan would be Schuldich. Already the German was moving in before he was given orders, and minimizing the chances of overwhelming her as a duo. Simply put, if the German kept it up, he was going to have to have twice as good of a handle on her if he didn't want to comply to orders and overtake her together.

"You're going to have to stop playing with her until I give you the command, Schuldich," he stated simply and firmly, breaking the silence.

The German turned around and faced him, jade eyes wide and mocking. "Aw, but liebe's so much fun to play with.. Absolutely delicious, like peaches." The german's eyes glittered, and he took another drink of the amber liquid in his cup.

"I mean it, Schuldich. It's important." His tone left for no argument, and his eyes willed Schuldich to stop being such a stubborn bastard and submit.

The German sighed in exasperation, and downed the rest of the alcohol in one gulp. "Fine, fine," he growled, wiping off his mouth. "Why do you care so much, anyway? It can't be THAT important."

"If we don't do this correctly, we risk failure, which will result in being sent back to death." After letting the idea of the unpleasant scenario sink into german's skull for a moment, he continued in an even more somber tone. "And you're not the only one who wants to have fun with her."

The German, who had been serving himself another drink, stopped what he was doing, and nearly dropped his cup. He stared at it, and inspected the liquid closely. "I know that wasn't enough to make me drunk. So did you just say..?"

Crawford only smirked back.

Schuldich's eyes got really wide, and then he laughed- throwing his head and wild hair back, and just belting it out. "And here I'd thought that your libido had been cut out with that little black heart of yours! That's two surprises today, Crawly- what's next, were you really a woman before Schwartz?"

"Schuldich," Crawford said in a dark, warning voice.

"All right, all right," Schuldich said breezily, finishing up preparing his drink. He sipped at it leisurely, eyes twinkling with mirth before he continued. "I suppose I'll be willing to share her with you.

"Schuldich," Crawford barked out.

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Chiba Mamoru drove into Juuban in his sports car that night, tired and grumpy. He was entirely oblivious to what had called him there, but he wouldn't be so for long.

Hino Rei attempted to use the Great Fire to call the scouts together, but found that there was an interference. A wall blocked Tokyo off from outside psychic or magical contact. She went to bed unnerved and uneasy, knowing that she needed to talk to Usagi immediately.

Across the world, and in four different places, all four inner scouts awoke to the feeling that they needed to get back to Juuban immediately, although the reasoning why had yet to become apparent.

A dark cloud descended over Tokyo in the astral plane, thick and stormy. It was obvious that it would mean more trouble than had ever been imagined.

And the dead realized that shortly their numbers would probably be doubled as the green eyed woman's plans continued to be woven into reality.

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Gah. I feel like crap. And I say that cuz I mean it. Urgh, I can't believe that I felt inspired at a time like this. .

Anyhow, as you might have guessed, I'm in pain. Partially because of the after-effects of my surgery, and other reasons. I want to get this out to you guys today, but I don't know how possible that will be. I feel SO ill.

Progress on this has been regretfully slow between Final Fantasy Nine, school, lack of inspiration, and plain old laziness. Below are the correspondences to all of you kind people who reviewed Chapter Two.

Chibi Chibi : Nopers, not Galaxia!

Firefly-chan : Go ahead, tell me who you think it is. If you get it right, I'll email you and tell you so- but that'll mean I'll have to be able to contact you, cuz I don't want to spoil it for anyone else. Heck, I don't want to spoil it for you, either, but I want to be honest.

Mon : Aww, you're not willing to share Schu-schu? :pouts: Not fair.

Aelis : Heh, heh. somehow, I doubt that castration would sound all that funny to Yohji. As for that comment about it making him sound old.. I kinda used that as an idea; I hope you don't mind.

Lizzie : Kwakwakwakwaaa.. well, here's more, even if it is rather late.

Naru*Mei-chan : :blinkies: Wha.? You have me confoosled. You wanted the plot to be non romantic? Or.. did you not? :brain explodes: Oh, crap, not again.. please, state things a bit more clearly for me from now on- I'm stupid. As for it being that bad, it just kinda shows my lack of.. uhm. I forgot the word. But my lack of something! :sweat drops:

Moon Ryoko : :grins: I'm glad you enjoyed it! And, yes, he is very sexy..

Sailor Ronin Usa-chan : :gapes: Believe me, it's alright, hell, I'm honored that you like it! I'm so silly. .; But really, though, I feel honored that you read and reviewed my story and liked it. As for the trading thing, are you serious? Cuz that would be cool.

SilverHawk9 : Thanks, I feel like I can use all of the luck I can get. ^^ I hope you enjoyed this!

Squirrel : :grins: That's great to hear!

Blue Angel : Oh my goodness, look how long your review is! :claps hands together with joy: I feel loved! ^^ :glomps you back: Crawford being a suitor wasn't my original intention.. but people begged me, so I gave in. Weiss's reaction should be interesting- they will meet up eventually, believe me. I hadn't realized that I'd had all of those firsts. goodness. Well, go me then! ^^

Kwa, and you actually critiqued it instead of giving me praise (which, although I love, can be tiring sometimes when people are vague)!! :squeezes you to death: You're the best! And I'm glad you enjoyed my humor..

Lady Allure Allurechan : Phwee? You're addicted? Yippee! :throws confetti: And you are awesome, believe me.

Dreama Tsuki : lol, no kidding.

Yuki : Is okay. ^^ And I added him to the list, even though I shouldn't have, and I have a separate one-shot specifically with him.

Shi : Gotcha.

Gakkuri Nahinnou : I always look forward to your reviews.. Yes, he is a suitor, as you can probably see. I'm glad that you're happy. ^^ To hell with ages! :cheers: Galaxia? Nope. And as for the same plot.. great minds think alike, I guess, but I hope that's really not the situation. Lol. like fungi, huh? :is beaten to a bloody pulp by Farfie fans: Ooohhhh..

Sailor Star Scream : lol, I like Schu/Usagi pairings, too. We'll just have to see how it all goes.

Tasie : lol; it's okay. Mass reviewing, huh? That does get confusing. I'm glad you liked that particular scene.. ^^ :grins: Hot greasy fries.. If I weren't feeling so ill, I'd agree. Right now, though, I'd have to say that would probably make me sooo sick.

Kazeya : ^^ :grins: I'm glad that you like them so much! It's good to hear. And I'm afraid to tell you that you lost your stuffed bunny- it's not Hotaru by a long shot. But don't worry, I won't take your stuffed bunny away from you. ^.~

Yuugure : lol, indecision sucks. But she'll end up with one of them, most likely.

Blue bean : Yuppers, a kid. I wrote more, are you happy?

Dee-chan : lol, sorry I made you hungrier. Wasn't the intention, honest! Lol. your dad's as bad as Usagi's? O.o;; lol. scary people eat at MDs? Lol again! And as for Ran as a brat as a child. it takes some stretching of the imagination, but once you get beyond the sheer impossibility of it, it seems logical enough. Bad practice makes for a good performance, right? So a bad kid makes for a good person later on. Well, sorta.

Saturnpyro princess : lol, demanding.. but jealousy and suffering are easy enough to arrange, and I'd be glad to do it. ^^ :grins: It was going to happen anyway, though.

Celestial DreamBlaze : Glade you think so. ^^

Urgh. Finished! Thank god.. and by the way, am I the only one who is offended by the way the put crossovers into the Misc section? Maybe it's just me.. but it seems insulting. And now. I'm through. I'll get the next chappie up asap, but I'm still trying to get the next chappie of TVT up. Damn me.. :dies: