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June 30th

This is my first time actually writing in a journal. I've tried before, but, you know how I am…well, no, you wouldn't. I wonder, does everyone feel so ridiculous when they write to themselves? Oh, no matter.

Yay! So, today was my birthday! It was super fun…

Mamoru let his eyes travel the pages. Most of her entries entailed her daily activities, ie: going to school, playing at the arcade. As he neared the end of the diary however, the ink became more messy, less deliberate and liberated.

May 5th

I've had you for about four months now, J.J.  I feel almost as if you're real.  You're the best friend who I can tell all my secrets to…

I had that dream again tonight. They're getting more and more frequent and more and more detailed. I want so badly to know what they mean, but at the same time, I'm scared. Kami I'm scared.

It begins as it always does. I'm standing on a balcony overlooking a garden. The flowers are strange; I can' t recognize any of them. The skyline is filled with stars; thousands of them. They twinkle like diamonds and in their centre, I can see the earth.

            It looks different than in my science books. It's a lot greener and the oceans are more vibrant. Indeed, it seems to glow with life.

            Behind me, a ball is in progress. I can hear that odd tune…the "pixie" tune. Couples dance in the masquerade ball. They seem to float over the marble floors. Surrounded by this serenity stands a queen…don't ask me how I know, but I do.

            She is tall, regal and draped in silver. I feel an odd connection to her.

            In a corner stands a shadowed man. He wears a black tuxedo and a dark cape and I can feel him calling me. I look to the Queen for approval. She smiles sadly.

            After that, it becomes sort of fuzzy. I'm unsure how exactly, but we find ourselves in the garden. He holds me close and I look up to see his face still masked.

            He reaches  into  his jacket and pulls out a flower…a rose. A red rose. In reality I can recall its name, though in the dream, it's alien to me.

            He whispers something, and I reach for the rose. The thorns prick my fingers, and I become afraid. He pulls me closer and comforts me. We're about to kiss when he comes…

            J.J, this is where I become frightened. The man approaches and stands only a few feet from me. I feel something dark…evil. I don't know how to explain it. My forehead starts to burn, and a blast of pain sends me to my knees.

            The man steps closer; he seems familiar, as if I'd known him. My masked steps before me, and calls out to the stranger. He speaks English, and yet this also sounds alien to me.

            I understand only partially what he says. It sounds as if the man was his cousin, or confidant at some point, but had betrayed (prep yourself for it,) earth's kingdom to hell's forces.

            The man stands there for a moment. Stillness fills the air, and again a scene shift occurs.

            I crawl towards my Prince, and he helps me stand. I can't see clearly…the landscape is painted in blood and corps. I can make out the Queen, struggling from beneath a dark shadow. I scream and run to her. Suddenly, she disappears, along with everything else in a deep fog.

            Eyes stare at me…my throat constricts. The evil man emerges, holds out his hand and asks for something. I spit at him and suddenly my Prince hangs before me; battered and bloody. He re-stats his demand, but I cannot comply. I cry a name…Endymion! Yes...Endymion. I scream for him over and over until the man approaches me…he reaches for me…and I am silenced…

            Diary, I have woken screaming from this dream for weeks now. Each time, becoming more detailed than the last. Last night when it roused me, I went to the lavatory to wash up…and discovered blood upon my face.

            I fear to sleep, J.J. I'm terrified I won't wake up.

            The final line rang through Mamoru's head. Glancing up guiltily, he saw she still slept. The storm continued to rage outside, though the time was most certainly late afternoon.

            Usagi's dream struck a cord within him. Since he was old enough to recall dreams, he's had one similar to that. There were differences, however. He saw things through the eyes of the man she had dubbed her "Prince" and the details were never as crisp when he dreamt them. For a moment, he thought they were perhaps glimpses, from another life. Something within his psyche cried out triumphantly, until common sense bettered him.

            Another world kingdoms? Otherworldly beings? No time period recorded followed those descriptions. Staring at the open book, he pondered whether or not to continue. As the norm, curiosity won over conflicting emotions, and he felt himself pulled back into Usa's mind.

May 7th

My horoscope had written to fear this month…I wish I had followed the stars advice.

After my last entry, Mum told me we would have a visitor…surprise surprise, the master of disguise. Kind in the light, cruel in the dark, there can only be one.

J.J., I don't know what to feel. In school, we had a lady come speak to us on abuse. She said, "Parent's have the right to punish. Not the right to rule with punishment". I know mum and dad aren't the ones, and I know it's not even their fault. They can't help what Dan-kun does-

Mamoru's eyes widened at this line. Again, he raised his gaze to meet with the sleeping teen. Hi blood felt to hot to stay in his veins. He felt his testosterone rise, as if preparing for a fight, and his hands shook.

I KNEW it! He thought. I knew that 'Dan' was up to no good! Before he had a chance to finish the entry, the lights snapped on, and a booming voice sent ripples over his arms.

            "Mamoru-san! Not disturbing anything that needn't be touched, are we?"

            Usagi shot up, flushed face squinting under the bright lights.  Lifting his hand to shield his eyes, Mamoru tried to shove the journal aside, but alas, to late. Usagi's gaze flew to Mamoru in confusion. They settled on the fuzzy pink book and froze.

            "Well now," Dan taunted. "Isn' this an interesting turn of events?"

Well, that's chap 6 done, so sorry about the long wait. But I am on spring break now, so I will try to write chap 7 this week as well. Please read and review…my inbox is getting dusty :P

Thank you all.