Hi long time no update. Thank you very much for writing the chapter and to those out there I am sorry I haven't gotten it out for you. I warn you all there is a violent lemon at the very end of this chapter it is not a requirement to understand the story but it is an aid. Read at your own discretion.



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"Okay then," Iria said to me, as she finished up

my weekly exam. " Your blood pressure and heart rate are normal, and

your weight gain is well within acceptable range. You're as healthy as a

horse- or rabbit, as the case maybe."

I rubbed my hand protectively over my

stomach. "What about the

baby?" I asked a little fearfully.

Iria must have heard the

apprehension in my voice, and gave me a reassuring smile. "Her growth

rate is astounding, and her pre-natal heart rate is coming along loud

and clear. She probably come out of the delivery in better shape than

you."

A huge sense of relief came over me.

Hotaru had been such a small, weak thing when I last saw her. Of course,

that was mostly because of those damned experiments her father conducted

on her, that and having to endure the strain of possession by Mistress

9. I sometimes have a hard time with the reincarnated spirit of an

ancient Lunarian princess in me. And she was a pure-hearted soul. I

can't imagine the torment of housing a soul so black with evil, and only

a small child. The fact that it didn't destroy her said a lot about her

strength.

Still, I can't help being worried. Hotaru

definitely got stronger when Mistress 9 and Pharaoh 90 were destroyed,

but she was still relatively weaker than the rest of the Senshi. It

seems so ironic that the two weakest Senshi physically, would be the

ones with the most power. Maybe that's why I always felt such closeness

to Hotaru. It was almost a maternal instinct that made me defy the

Outers when they wanted to kill her to prevent Saturn from emerging.

True, I said to them it was wrong to take an innocent life, that the

ends don't always justify, the means. And I believe that. But there was

something more. Something inside that I just can't explain. As scary as

this is to admit, I honestly think that if the Outers were successful, I

probably would have killed them. That's how protective I've always felt

for her. Even in the Silver Millennium.

'The Silver Millennium'?

Where did THAT come from? Don't ask me why, but lately I've been

thinking more and more about my past life. But the thought are always

incomplete. Like I'm trying to remember something, but the memory is

kept just out of reach. I'm not sure if it's just faulty memory, or

something (or someONE) is causing it.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

With the way my life has been, it wouldn't be surprising. I quickly

finished getting dressed, and headed downstairs to the dining room.

"So what's the sitch, girl?"

Quatre's sister Keela was sitting at the table, eating a banana from the

fruit bowl. " Are you still okay? Is the baby? C'mon give, enquiring

minds want to know."

I managed a smile at her enthusiasm.

She may be Quatre's senior by about four years, but she ACTS about ten

years younger. She reminds me a lot of Minako. Damn I miss her, and the

others. It seems strange to say this, but I would probably forgive them

if they asked me. It's not that they all slept with Mamo-onore that

upset me. I know how seductive he can be when he wants something. What

upset me was that they tried to hide it from me. Did they think I

wouldn't find out? Maybe they didn't want me to be hurt, but then they

shouldn't have done IT in the first place. No, stop thinking about that.

It's in the past, and it's going to stay there. Squaring myself, I gave

Keela a smile as I sat down.

"Hotaru and I both have a clean bill of

health." I replied, reaching for an orange in the bowl. As I started to

peel, she looked at me strangely, shaking her head.

"That must be so weird," she said.

"What is?"

"Knowing what your baby is going to

be, before it's even born."

I shrugged. "What's so strange about

it? Nowadays they have ultra-sounds, and ambiosthesis (SP?) tests.

Anybody can know what their baby is going to be." I nonchalantly began

to section the orange; ignoring the disbelieving look she gave me.

"You know what I mean!" she

practically shouted. "There's a difference between 'knowing' what your

baby is going to be, and KNOWING what she's going to be."

I giggled at that. Everyone is the

mansion knows about my past as Sailor Moon. I know some might think it a

breach of security, but if they can keep the secret about the Gundam,

then they can keep this secret too.

"Hey, what's going on?" Hilde

walked in carrying a tray loaded with food.

"Oh nothing," Keela

said, glaring at me. "Usagi is just giving me my daily brain torture."

"Sorry Keela" I grinned

at her. "But you make it so easy." Hilde giggled at that as she put down

the tray of food. I noticed the high stack of sandwiches there. "Uh,

thanks Hilde," I managed. "But I'm not really that hungry."

"Oh no, I didn't make

these sandwiches for you." she replied.

Keela opened one

of the sandwiches, and wrinkled her nose at the dill pickles and mustard

she saw. "Whom else would you make something like this for?" she asked.

Her eyes widened. "Unless..." she turned and gave Hilde one of her

patented stares. "Is there something you need to tell us?" she asked.

Hilde blinked twice at that "What?

NO, no it's not for me." she stammered. "It's for."

"Hi girls, we're back!" Duo crowed, as he

entered the dining room. "Hey, are those sandwiches? Thanks babe." And

he gave Hilde a warm kiss on the cheek, and started devouring the pile.

He was halfway through the fifth one before he noticed the rest of us

staring at him. "What, do I have mustard on my face?" he asked.

Shaking my head with exasperation, I

turned and looked at Fei-Koi.

"Was

the mission a success?" I asked. The boys had gone to investigate a

possible OZ faction in the United States. It was only rumors, but they

were leaving nothing to chance.

Fei-Koi

gave me a warm smile as he encircled his arms around me, his hands

slowly rubbing my belly. "Yes and no." he admitted. Seeing my confused

face, he continued on. "We did find evidence of OZ influence. But

whoever was there was long gone."

I

traced my fingernails along his arms until I got the desired reaction.

Smiling at his shiver of delight, I leaned my head down into his chest

"Don't worry about it Fei-Koi." I said. "You might not have found the

people, but you know where they were. That might be a clue as to what

they were after."

He

shook his head curiously "I doubt it." he said. "There isn't really

anything in Amarillo to hold OZ's attention."

"Amarillo,

Texas?" Wufei must have heard the tension in my voice, and tightened his

grip on me.

"Usa?

What's wrong?" His voice was laced with worry. I tried to give him a

reassuring smile. Inwardly though I felt an all too familiar pain.

Amarillo; that's where Makoto's uncle lives. Damare, but why was

fate being so cruel to me? I know it's just a coincidence, but the more

I try to forget the others, the more things happen to remind me of them.

Then again, maybe I really don't want to forget.

" I am

fine, Fei-Koi." I reassured him. "I was just-thinking."

"You ask too many questions." A flat, even voice broke the

silence.

"G-gomen."

I whispered, staring into Fei-Koi chest so I wouldn't have to meet

Heero's gaze.

"Take

care Yui." Wufei said, a dangerous undertone in his voice. "I will not

allow you to cause Usa any distress."

"No

Wufei, I'm all right." I finally lifted my eyes to meet Heero's.

Instantly, the same familiar feelings flooded my body. Pain, confusion,

loss. And I knew he was feeling the same thing. But we each felt

something more. Heero I could tell felt anger. While I always felt

regret. But why? Regret for what? And why was Heero angry? Somehow I

think there was one answer to all our questions, but neither of us could

find it. And this just made Heero angrier. And me well, more

regretful. Finally, Heero stalked off, with everyone's disapproving

glares following him.

"Are you all right, Miss. Usagi?" Quatre gave me a

concerned look. I shook my head to clear it, and gave him a smile.

"I guess I caught Heero in a bad mood. Maybe I shouldn't

ask so many questions."

Duo leaned back with his trademark shit-eaters grin. "Can't

help that. Ol' buds, been in a bad mood since I've known him. Don't

sweat it." I gave him a grateful look. Duo just gained a few points on

my likeability scale. "Besides," he droned on, "pregnant ladies are

always doing and saying strange things. It's a hormone thing. You can

just chalk it up to temporary insanity." Well, so much for the likeability

scale.

"That's it, Maxwell!" Fei-Koi screamed, already tense from

the situation with Heero. "I'm going to finally cut off your pride and

joy."

"NO, not my braid!" Duo yelped.

Fei-Koi's eyes narrowed. "Maybe 'that' too." he growled.

Poor Duo actually turned green at that, and started running around the

room, screaming in a high-pitched voice, with Wufei right behind him.

"Well gee,"Keela observed casually. "You'd think Wufei

had already done the job."

"Usagi, help!" Wufei's katana had caught in the back of

a chair after a particularly vicious swipe, and Duo stopped in front of

me, his eyes pleading. "Can't you call off your boyfriend?"

"Golly Duo, I wish I could help you," I said, batting

my eyes coquettishly. "But these darn hormones of mine are acting up.

I can't seem to say the words." Duo gave me a look of disbelief. Before

he could say anything, he noticed Fei-Koi finally pulling his blade

free, and took off like a scared monkey, his long tail streaming behind

him.

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Ami couldn't stop fidgeting. Sure she had a good relationship

with her mother, and had always been able to go to her with personal

problems. But this was different. Mizuno Ayeki was always telling her

horror stories about young girls being brought in because they had

gotten pregnant, and had tried get rid of the fetus themselves. Dr.

Mizuno always maintained this was proof that teen sex was wrong. Not

only did the girls get pregnant, but also they abused their bodies trying to

'fix' the problem. Now Ami was getting ready to tell her mother that

SHE could possibly be one of those girls.

No, this was getting her nowhere. Squaring her shoulders and taking

a deep breath, Ami opened the door to her mother's office. "O-okaasan?"

She called.

Ayeki looked up from her computer terminal. "Hi, sweetie." she

said smiling. "What brings you over here?"

Ami started chewing nervously on her lower lip." I've been

trying to work up the nerve to talk to you about this. I, I have a

problem."

Ayeki's face immediately became concerned. "It's not about

school, is t?"

Ami shook her head sadly. "I'm afraid it's a little more personal

than that." She said.

"Well sit down honey." Dr. Mizuno replied. " You know I'm always

here for you."

"You might change your mind about that, after you hear what I am

going say." Ami murmured. Then with a loud sigh, she proceeded to tell

her mother the whole story.

For the longest time, Dr. Mizuno just sat at her desk, staring at

her daughter. Finally she found her voice. "ALL of you? This Mamoru

had sex with all of you?"

Ami blushed slightly at this. "Not all of us." she said. "Usagi

managed to keep from giving in."

"I find that rather ironic, seeing that she is supposed Mamoru's

girlfriend" Ayeki muttered angrily. Her expression softened when she

saw the tears start to form in her daughter's eyes. "I'm sorry

sweetie." she apologized. "This whole thing has got me fuddled."

Ami nodded and looked up at her mother.

"Do you hate me now, okaa-san?"

Ayeki smiled slightly at this, and walked over to hug her

daughter. "I may hate what you did, and the circumstances you are in,"

she said. "But I could never hate you." Ami seemed to relax at this,

and enthusiastically returned her mother's embrace. "Now then," Dr.

Mizuno continued in a semi-serious tone. "It's a good thing you did

finally tell me. I'll just bet there are a bunch of girls, who are

going to need a doctors exam."

"You wouldn't mind doing this?" Ami asked her.

"Not at all." Dr. Mizuno said disarmingly. "But I would

suggest that you set up individual appointments for them. You may all

be friends, but it still would make you all a little self-conscious."

"Good idea. I'll talk to them, the next time we meet." Ami

said. As she started to exit, she paused and looked back. "I really am

sorry, okaa-san."

"So am I, sweetie." Ayeki said sadly, earning her curious

look form her daughter, as she left. "So am I." For the longest time,

she sat staring at the door, tears fuming in her own eyes. A loud

beeping broke through her reverie, signaling a new Instant Message on

her computer.

~You did well.

~I hate you. She savagely pecked at the keyboard. After a pause,

the message continued.

~I know.

Finally, Dr. Mizuno Ayeki allowed the tears to fall. With

trembling fingers, she opened her blouse, and in the lighted reflection

of her view screen, she examined the Rose-mark carved into her left

breast.

"Gomen nasai, musume." she sobbed. "Gomen nasai."

*Flash back*

Ayame stared at the computer screen,

a heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach. How had this happened? Why

was she in this predicament?



[You know why.]

Shut up.

[Why should I? It's your own

fault. He played you so easily. So smart. So in control. Except when it

comes to your heart.]

Ayame blinked back

the tears brought on by her mind's cold accusation. It was true. She was

to blame.

(Flashback)

"Excuse me,

Dr. Mizuno?"

Ayame Mizuno

looked up from her work. "May I help you young man?" she asked the dark

haired man in front of her.

"Um, I

hope so." he stammered, scratching his head kind of nervously. Ayame

felt a stab of sympathy, and silently offered him a seat. He sat with a

look of gratitude.

"What

can I do for you?" she asked, studying him.

"Well

you see, my name is Chiba. Mamoru Chiba." he finally said.

"Yes

I remember you," she replied. "You're dating one of my daughters

friends, aren't you?"

He

looked down at his hands. "I was." he mumbled softly.

"Oh,

I'm sorry." she said feeling the stab of sympathy growing. "Did you two

break-up?"



"Sort of," his eyes seemed on the brink of tears. "Awhile ago

she went on a vacation, and met somebody. She came back to tell me that

she was leaving me."

"This

sort of thing does happen sometimes."

"But

that's not the worst part." He lifted his face to show her the anguish

in his eyes. "When she told me it was over, she also told me that she

was pregnant with his baby!"

"WHAT?!" Ayame's

eyes flew open wide with surprise. "She only knew this person a short

while, and she was having sex with him?"

He nodded

slowly. "Maybe there's something wrong with me." he said sadly. "I try

hard to do my best. And I treated Usagi with the utmost respect. I

always thought she wanted to wait. Now I find that she wanted to wait

for someone else."

Ayame

felt a familiar twinge on her heart. This young man's feelings were just

like her own had been since her husband had left her. Not a day went by

that she didn't wonder if he hadn't left because she wasn't good enough.

She shook her head fiercely. No, that wouldn't do. Try to think

positively. "There's nothing wrong with you." she said. "That girl

didn't appreciate a good thing when she had it. Believe me, I know what

that's like."

He

nodded, smiling at her gently. "I know." he said. "Your daughter told me

about your husband leaving you. That's how I knew you would understand."

She

gave him a warm smile. "Then believe me when I say you're better off.

Besides, a handsome young man like yourself should have no problem

finding a girlfriend."

He

ducked his head, embarrassed. "Th-thanks." he stammered. "But I'm really

not that good at that sort of thing."

"Nonsense!"

She declared firmly. "A bright, handsome young man like yourself

probably has girls flocking all over him."

He

gave her a sheepish grin. "A few." he said. "What about you? Any

handsome doctors try to call on you?"



Her smile faltered slightly. "A few." she replied softly. "But

they never stay around long."

"What? Why

not?"



She gave him

a sad smile. "I guess they have a problem with a woman in a high level

of authority."



He

shook his head. "That's stupid. If I saw a beautiful, sexy woman like

you, I wouldn't think about whether you had more power than me."

She

laughed at that. "Why thank you, that's so sweet." and she stood up from

her desk to walk over to him. He stood up, and they shared a long hug.

Suddenly Ayame stiffened slightly. Mamoru's hands had lowered and were

now cupping the cheeks of her bottom. His groin was pressed against her

stomach, and she felt a familiar twitch. She looked up at him

curiously.

His eyes grew wide. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry. I hope I

didn't offend you." He started to fluster.

She chuckled at that. " Don't worry about it. Actually,

I'm rather flattered that you did that."

Really?" he said brightening a little. "Do you mean

that?"

She studied his eager expression. The poor boy was trying to

salvage his bruised ego. Besides, she admitted to herself, a part of her

'was' flattered by it. Although a large portion of her mind was saying

'this is wrong. I'm seducing this young man.' another part of her, one

that she had felt long neglected said 'YES! I am seducing him. He

thinks I am beautiful, desirable, sexy.' It was this part of her that

pulled her closer into the embrace, kissing him softly. He returned the

kiss hesitantly at first, then a little deeper. She felt his hands

begin to rub and massage her ass, and she began to rub up against him in

encouragement. Soon, they were kissing passionately, their tongues

darting in and out. Mamoru's hands were hiking up her skirt, while her

own were unfastening his pants.

The rest seemed like such a blur. She wasn't sure just when

it was that they both lost their clothing, and frankly, she didn't care.

Oh god, it had been so long since she had done anything like this. They

kissed, and licked, and touched everywhere. She was dimly aware of

intense moments. Bending over her desk while he took her from behind.

Moaning her pleasure as he orally serviced her, and enthusiastically

returning the favor. They finally ended up propped up against the edge

of her desk, her legs locked behind him, their breaths coming in short

rhythmic gasps in time to their movements.

"Oh GOD!" she moaned. "This is incredible. Yes, more please.

You're so gooood!"

"Uh, Uhm ummm." he grunted, almost animalistic. Finally he

gave one last thrust, growling through clenched teeth. She felt his

release, and threw her head back in a soft scream of ecstasy.

As she slowly came down from her high, she gave him a

half-lidded smile. "That Usagi girl doesn't realize what she's lost."

She murmured.

He gave her an admiring look. "Wow, I never imagined you

were such a passionate lover," he said, tracing his fingernail around

the aureole of her left breast. She smiled at this, and leaned her head

back, enjoying the sensations.

Suddenly he gave her nipple a hard twist, and her eyes flew

open in shock. "Like mother, like daughter." he sneered.

She stared up at him in confusion. What did he just say?

He gave a cruel laugh at her bewildered expression. "Ami

really was quite amazing." he remarked casually. "So prim and proper. So

timid. Who would ever guess she could be such a SLUT." A condescending

smirk grew on his face. "Now I know where she gets it from."

Ayame felt herself grow cold at his words, and struggled to

get out from under him. But with a hard push, he had her pinned down

again. "Oh no," he said. "I'm not quite finished with you." he gestured

with his hand, and a steel-tipped rose appeared. "I have a little gift I

want to give you. I haven't given one to your daughter yet, but don't

worry. With your help, I soon will." She saw a glint in his eyes, and

felt his member twitch in anticipation of the thought.

"Don't you dare touch her?" she hissed at him angrily. The

hungry look dropped from his face, and he glared down at her.

"You aren't in any position to make demands," he growled at

her. Suddenly his face brightened. "Heh heh, 'position' that's a good

one, isn't it?" She turned her face away in disgust. "No? Oh well." he

shrugged, and then pulled up her left breast, while holding the rose like a

scalpel. "Now doctor, shall we begin the operation?" And again laughing

at his own joke, he began cutting. Soon Ayame Mizuno again threw her

head back to scream, this time in agony.

(End Flashback)

A beeping from her computer brought her out of her reverie.

*I'm still waiting for your report, Mizuno. *

Quickly, her hands trembling, she began to send her report to

her master.

*************************************************** I hope you like this chapter

CTMW and Aleric