So I don't get sued: In no way, word or form do I claim any ownership of sailor moon. I'm just stealing the characters b/c I'm not inventive enough to create my own…yet…ha. Ok! On with the show! NO FLAMES! Ahem. You may now read.

Secret Society

My name is Usagi. I am six years old. I live in a big white house with my mommy, daddy and little brother Shingo. He's only one year old, but he already teases me. He's got real big, brown eyes and dark brown hair, like my daddy. It's a little curly though, like my mommy's; she likes to play with it.

My mommy and daddy say that I don't look like them because I'm not their real little girl. Mommy's tall and beautiful. She's got long, black hair and pretty eyes. My daddy's handsome. He's tall too. He wears goofy glasses though. They make him look nerdy. Sometimes, he'll wiggle his ears and make them move.

              Anyways, mommy says that I wasn't brought to them by the pixies, (they sprinkle dust on the mom's tummy's and makes the baby grow inside!) She says that a pretty pixie elf gave me to them, as a present. They said that's why I have big, pointy ears instead of small round ones, and long, thick gold hair. Daddy says it's as gold as the leprechauns' money.

Sometimes, I wish the pixies had kept me. Then I wouldn't have to go to school. If the pixies kept me, I would use my magic to turn the boys who hurt me into grass. I'd turn uncle Danny into a flower. Then he'd be pretty, and I've never heard of a flower making little girls cry.

If I were really a pixies little girl, I know they would come for me when I call. But they never do.

I'm not really a pixies baby.

I'm nobody's baby.

I wanna go home.

Wherever that is…

The breeze ruffled her hair, causing Usa to shiver. The day had been cold and long. First, she had woken up late because Shingo-baka had screwed with her clock. Then, she found that her parents and brother would be leaving for a month for business and vacation time. She couldn't go because of her grades. Instead, she would be staying home alone…well almost. Her uncle Dan would be coming to take care of her while they were gone. She cursed as she recalled the conversation.

"I don't care HOW old you think you are, Usagi, you are still only fourteen-"

"ALMOST fifteen, mommy. In a month, remember?" Her mother shook her head.

"Forget it. You are NOT staying be yourself. Now go before it gets any later. Don't you have a math test today? I hope you studied. Oh! And before you go, remember your uncle's coming tomorrow, so make sure his rooms ready, and bring your key. We'll be gone by the time you come home."

Not even so much as a goodbye. Well, she thought to herself, at least it's not rain-. BOOM! She jumped and screamed as the lightening tore through the sky, thunder rumbling like an angry monster. Water poured from the clouds and she and her uniform, were soaked in no time. It was all she could do to not scream.

Her pace slowed as she glanced at the sky. It looked wild and angry, lashing out at anything and everything. Sort of how she felt at the moment. She shivered again. Not only from the cold, but fear. Usagi had a terrible paranoia of thunder and lightening. She'd had it for as long as she could remember.

After what seemed like an eternity, she reached the arcade. She sighed, somewhat relieved. Clutching her shoulders tightly, she sought out a more secluded table. She new she wouldn't be able to deal with people right now. Especially knowing HE would soon be here; for an entire month. She knew there would be no escape…there never was. Just thinking about it made her stomach lurch. I hate today, she growled mentally. She stood, and went to sit by a game.

"Hmm…the new sailor v combats…" Reaching into her sopping skirt, she pulled out a quarter and slipped it into the machine. Soon, she was lost in the game.

It never mattered how upset she was. Once emerged in these games, she drifted from reality…she was no longer from this world. She'd gone back to the pixies.

"Hey! Odango! A little wet?" But of course, reality always had to settle in, and who better to pull her back then the mysterious womanizer of abut college. Chiba Mamorou. She was definitely not up to facing him today. She ignored him, desperately hoping he'd go away.

"What, you got water in your ears? Maybe you should have come in a little earlier." She sniffled. Standing, she stared at him defiantly.

"Mamorou-san, please. I'm not in the mood." He stared at her intently, frowning slightly. He slipped his wide shoulders from his jacket. She looked at him strangely. "What are you doing?" She was sure she saw a blush creep to his cheeks.

"Bad day to where a white shirt, huh Odango?" Her eyes grew as they flashed down to her chest. The thin dress shirt stuck to her every curve, transparent enough that it left only minor details to the imagination. She grabbed his jacket and put it on hurriedly. She could feel her face flush furiously and tears sting her eyes. Muttering a quiet thanks, she darted from the arcade. Mamorou's eyes followed, looking strangely worried.

" Hey, Mamoru, something the matter?" He turned to face his friend, Motoki.

"Yeah, no…I don't know…"

"It about Usa-chan?" asked the blond, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Mamorou's cheeks reddened, and he glanced away sheepishly. "No! Well, actually, yeah, but not like that!" he finished quickly. Motoki nodded.

"Good. Because then I'd have to beat you up. And would I ever do that to my best buddy?"

Mamorou shook his head. "Your so full of it." Suddenly, his voice shifted onto a more serious tone. "No, but really. Was it just me, or did she seem more…"

" Airy? Klutzy? Out of it?"

"No, that would be normal," He sighed. "I don't know. Anxious, jumpy…depressed?"

Motoki nodded thoughtfully. "Well, it was probably just the storm. She hates'em you know."

His friend nodded. "Yeah…I guess…"

"So…do I get to ask why the sudden interest? Could it be her high school charm, her cheeriness…her short skirted uniform?"

"Don't you have work to do?" he growled.

"Tut, tut, tut my friend. Remember the stages of denial: Not me," Mamorou's eyes flashed dangerously. "Not yet," He inched closer to his so-called friend, fists balled. "Not that bad."

"Yeah, guess your right," his hands grabbed Motoki be the collar of his apron, pinning him against the wall and off the ground. "I could have been some big-shot wrestler. Guess your just going to have to live with a black belt." Motoki's face paled. In a small, weak voice, he squeaked his last words.

"…ow…"

I cannot BELIEVE that just happened! Her tears mingled with the rain, and Mamorou of all people. Kami, why, why do you always mock me? She laughed bitterly. Tsukino Usagi, the universes' walking punch line. Shivering, she pulled the jacket tighter around her shoulders.

It was much too big for her, but it was warm. It smells like him as well, she noted. A mix of roses, musky cologne and his own natural masculinity: she loved it. Actually, she would probably have adored anything he'd given her. Though she'd deny it to her dying day, her heart longed for him. Deeper then just some silly crush, not that she'd have any to compare it to but…it just felt right.

Before she knew it, she had arrived back home. Strange, it looked so empty, so haunted. As she approached the front entrance, she noticed a light on inside. Testing the doorknob, she found it unlocked. Well, that's strange, she thought to herself. I'm sure mom wouldn't have forgotten to lock it.

Curiosity piqued, she entered the door quietly, slipping out of her shoes as she did so.

"HELLO? Anyone there?" she called. Her voice echoed eerily off the walls. No answere. She crept down the hall and into the kitchen. The light from many candles illuminated the small room. Clearing her throat, she called out again. "Mum? Daddy? Are you guys still here?" again, nothing. Sighing, she turned around, and gasped.

A tall figure flickered momentarily in the doorway. From the shadow, she could see it was a he, and whom ever that "he" was, was very well built. To add to the climax, the lightening flashed.

Her pupils dilated as they recognized the intruder. Same brown hair and eyes…cruel eyes…harsh lips…strong, sleek chin. Mouth dry, Usagi's hands shook as she backed away slowly, soft moan escaping her pink lips.

He stepped into the light. Clad in baggy sweats and a bright smile, he spoke.

"Sage-chan! Long time no see! Did you miss me?"

GASP!!  Good lord! Who on EARTH could that be! Phh. Like that's hard to figure out. Yeah, I know, not much happened, but don't worry, it will soon. When the next chapters come up. Do you know a fast way for chapters to be written? giggle. REVIEW!!!! Please???? Sigh…well, it was worth a shot.