MINNA! *sobs and glomps* have I mentioned how much I absolutely adore you all? Lol ^^;; Hmm..it's getting harder trying to write this when I haven't seen SM in so long (years now, I believe), and I have never finished WK..nor have I seen it in...a year or two? o.O *sigh* argh, I apologize for the OOCness of everything—once I manage to grab hold of these two series, I'll most likely come back and revise to make it more fitting to the character. If anyone could help me with character's personalities/quirks, it's be greatly appreciated!=^^=

Darcey- Yup, I'm back...sorta. Lol, I'm still trying to get back to writing ^^;; *glomps right back* Now Darcey dear, when do you plan to update your story? I'm waiting ^~ Lol, would you be upset if I told you I no longer have the next chapter for Hidden Past? T_T..but I'm starting to rewrite it!...again .

Usagi_Asia_Maxwell- But I did have a new chapter out...o.O...lol, the real chapter was chapter six..^^; chap seven was a preview

Anonymous (all of yous..erm..you..lol)- Sorry to say, voting does nothing for my decision about Usagi. But I'm glad you like the fic! =^^=

Lady Light- Ahh, I see. Yup, that means Usagi has two brothers...sorta...it's all up to interpretation, lol ^^;; *winces* ow, now I hear the scream.

Silv_kit- My decision for Usagi is already set—you'll just have to see.^~

Pudding- I adore your name! Lol..pudding...ahhh..*lol, now I have a craving for pudding ^^;;* lol..glad ya like!

Shikai-sama- ahh, forgive me for the preview *feeling humble* lol...sorry, I replaced my AN with chapter six and ff.net didn't post it for some reason, so I put in the preview and badabing, bada boom......no idea how the rest of that goes ^^;; lol

Rose, Usagi_1313, littleMONKEY12, SJ, silverblaze- Yes m'ams/sirs! Updating as soon as possible, m'ams/sirs! *salutes, about face, and marches off* lol

Disclaimer: Aishkabub! Lol, that's star-sirengul for I don't own but I wish I did. Lol ^^V

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Chapter Six

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"You!" Minako's eyes were now a blazing blue, hatred for the man clouding her fear of him.

"Aino-san? What's going on, who is this man? Do you want me to take him away?" The young security guard beside her asked, prepared to use force on the strange man if need be. He received no answer from the blonde nurse, who continued to glare coldly at the man in front of her.

"Miyoko," the strange man smiled charmingly at her, his green eyes glittering uncertainly.

"I'll kill you..." the threat was just barely spoken, so soft even those closest to her had a hard time hearing it, but if they could not hear what she said, then they could guess it. No sooner had she spoken the words when she immediately lunged forward, towards the blonde man with glittering eyes of iced emerald, her fingers curled and nails ready to claw at the man.

"Aino-san!" The security guard gasped out, quickly grabbing her and holding her away from the man, whose own surprise shone through as pale hands went to wipe at the blood coming from the cut inflicted upon his cheek.

"Let me go," Minako snarled, struggling against the guard.

"Gomen Aino-san," the security guard whispered, struggling to hold back the nurse who was so much stronger than she appeared.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Two voices rang out, and all eyes immediately flew to the owners of the two strong voices.

"Sailor Mars, Sailor Jupiter...." Many breathed out, awed by the presence of the legendary senshi. The two heroines paid them no heed, their eyes immediately drawn to the mysterious man, a mixture of surprise and hatred.

"Zoicite!"

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Mamoru sighed tiredly, hanging his green jacket up on a hook before unceremoniously dropping down upon the leather couch. It had been a long day, and Usagi had still not left his mind.

But then, how could one ever forget about life?

Mamoru let out another sigh, leaning back against the black leather of his seat. A glance outside the window told him it was sundown. Last year, at this time, he would have probably been at the park, watching the sun set with his Usako—but that was last year, and so much had occurred since then.

When had everything changed? Was it when Ami—or maybe it was when Usagi—no, perhaps it had been with the Tsukinos had come to them, and asked for help—no—it must have started with Umino, when Umino lost his parents. Yes, that must have been when it started...

Poor Umino, despite the dork he was, he did have a good heart—and he was an innocent soul, honestly. He couldn't have known that because of him, the future that was to be would never come to pass...

But even then, Mamoru could not stop the hatred for the boy whose tragedy had cost him the only person who truly mattered.

Umino had taken his Usako away from him

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It was with alarm and caution that the four Weiss members left their shop, seeking to find the source of the scream that had shattered their calm. It was merely seconds before they pinpointed the scream as coming from across the street, and it was even shorter that they had crossed the street, intent on finding out what exactly had occurred to produce such a scream.

It as a grim Ken who announced that the entrance to For Her was locked, and a sarcastic Youji who announced to them "I told you so." It was Aya's cold voice that ordered Youji to shut up and either find another entrance into the building, or break the glass that made up the down, and all four could not help but notice that the screaming was becoming louder and louder as time passed, occasionally stopping before continuing again, even louder than before.

But it was never louder than when the yellow convertible pulled out of the driveway next to the shop, and zoomed down the street, already nearly a dot in the distance within the blink of an eye.

But that blink of time was long enough for the boys to see the thrashing golden-haired figure in the arms of the silver-haired woman, and the harried look that haunted the eyes of the five other females that sat in the car.

"Follow them." The command was useless, as the four boys were chasing after the speeding car, however futile it seemed to be.

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"What are you doing here?!" Sailor Mars snarled, the flames from her arrow just a tad too close to Zoicite for his liking. The room was now emptied, courtesy of Sailor Jupiter, who had sent everyone out of the room, security guards, patients, and visitors alike, using force if she had too. Some rather immature and arrogant teenagers could now proudly boast that they were at the receiving end of a punch from the Senshi of Protection herself. Minako had relunctantly left the room as well, not before letting Jupiter know she would come back with her eyes.

"I came to see your princess—" Zoicite gulped anxiously as the arrow was suddenly even closer to his neck, his skin already starting to feel uncomfortably warm due to the close proximity of the arrow. He discreetly stepped back from the fiery senshi.

"What business have you with the Princess, you scum?!" Mars snarled, as Venus made her entrance into the room and Jupiter stood guard at the door.

"Mars, calm down." Sailor Venus commanded, now fully appearing to be the leader of the Senshi she was a millennium before.

"Thank you, Ve—"Zoicite's thanks was cut off with a punch from the Senshi of Love.

"That, was for stealing our Mercury's heart and shattering it—and for trying to hit on me!" Her eyes flashed dangerously, and she punched him again.

"Why are you back, Zoicite? You and the other Generals have done enough, a millennium and years ago." Venus spat out, her eyes darkening as she remembered their betrayal.

"I came to see your Princess and wish her better," Zoicite took a step back, his eyes wearily falling on the red Senshi who seemed ready to turn him into crisp within a second, "And to see Michiko and beg her forgiveness."

He did not understand the look that passed between the other Senshi when the golden Senshi of Love nodded that he spoke the truth, nor did he understand the look—a mixture of pity, sadness, anger, distrust, and curiosity—that they sent to him.

Sailor Mars spoke next, and he clearly understood what she said, clearly understood that his world had just come crashing down around him, and he hadn't a chance at all.

"Well, it's too late, Zoicite," the Senshi of Mars sneered at him, her loathing towards him and particularly another blonde haired general still fresh from a millennium ago, "Mercury's no longer with us in the realm of the living."

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Michiru's annoyed eyes followed Haruka's anxious form as she paced back and forth in the hallway, glancing at the door behind her every now and then.

Even now, pain-filled whimpers could occasionally be heard from the other side of the door, as Hotaru spent her energy trying to heal their princess, and the queen soothed her ailing daughter in the way only a mother could.

Setsuna had taken off as soon as they had arrived at the house, saying that she had to attend to business.

Haruka had told her right then and there that she could go stick her time staff up her derrière, because she obviously didn't believe the princess was more important at the moment. Setsuna merely passed her a warning look before taking off, not as Setsuna but rather, as Sailor Pluto.

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Youji growled, frustrated. They had lost sight of the car long ago, and no one knew which way the car had gone on from the intersection. Night had fallen, and still they had yet to budge from the intersection, Aya refusing to allow any of them to leave until he knew where the car was and what made Tsukino Usagi—who, legally, should have been dead, scream such bloody murder. The other three dared not voice out their musings on why Aya appeared so worried of the young blonde.

Aya, himself, was unsure why he would not let them leave. He knew it was because in Tsukino Usagi, he had found a stronger hope that his own sister would wake up—after all, Tsukino Usagi had been in a coma, and she had awaken. It couldn't have been right, but for some reason, Aya could not get it out of his head that so long as Usagi was alive and well, so long as she was getting better, then so would Aya, his only family left.

Perhaps he had placed his expectation of his sister upon Usagi's shoulders, but he would neither confirm nor deny that thought. Then there was the death factor—why had her family signed her dead? But most importantly—was she involved with Takatori? He hoped not—after all, it wouldn't do for him to have to kill her, not when she may have come to symbolize his hope for Aya's own return back to the land of the conscious. But if she was on Takatori's side....any ally of Takatori was an enemy of his. And his enemies didn't stay alive...they rotted in the depths of hell, where he surely would go when his own time came.

"It's no use—they've gotten too far ahead of us. Let's just go back." Ken's voice broke the silence, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"He's right," Omi agreed, his eyes troubled.

"C'mon Aya," Youji turned to the redhead, his eyes serious. "It's late, and Omi's got school tomorrow. Let's go—we won't find them, not tonight."

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Dr. Mizuno was confused. She had rushed over to the hospital as soon as she had received the message—a man needed her help. She had expected some questions when she had arrived—the family of the patient was usually full of them—but instead, all she had received were quizzical stares and glances from others, and she had no answer to give to their silent question.

In fact, until she had arrived at the hospital, she hadn't known that a man who seemed to know the Senshi was to be under her care, under the personal request of the Senshi themselves. And who were the staff of the hospital to refuse the request of Tokyo's heroes?

And so here she was now, explaining to the imposing senshi of Venus that the blonde-haired man would be fine, that he had simply undergone shock, and asking whether or not he had recently undergone a trauma of some sort.

The orange-clad Senshi looked at her with grim eyes for what seemed an eternity, her mouth set in a straight line.

"Perhaps," She finally murmured, and left it at that. "Mars, what do you think? Does he have any negative energy surrounding him?"

"No," Sailor Mars shook her head, looking at the unconscious form of the man whom she once called friend. "Not a trace..."

"We can't take any chances—one of us will have to stand guard."

"I'll do it," Sailor Jupiter volunteered. "After all, I was closer to A—" here, she broke off and sent a glance towards Dr. Mizuno, who only faintly noticed and shrugged it off as a security issue, "To her than you two."

"Watch over him, and alert us as soon as he wakes up," Sailor Venus nodded to the taller Senshi once, before spinning on her heel and leaving the room, ignoring the trail of awed eyes that followed her down the hallway.

"Take care," Sailor Mars sent a small smile towards the Senshi of Protection, before her eyes fell onto the man resting on the bed. "She would have been happy to see him right now," she smiled sadly, "Do you think she would have been angry?"

"No—she would have been hurt, and deep down, happy, but never angry. She could never be angry at him for long—she loved him too much." Sailor Jupiter took a seat on one side of the bed.

Sailor Mars was silent for a moment, and she did not speak until she stood from her seat, eyes looking at the man before her, before speaking to her comrade.

"Senshi meeting," She said simply and shot a glance at the doctor whose eyes were glazed over, as if she was not completely present in the room. "As soon as possible. Should we call the Outers?"

"Would they come?"

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"Dead scream." The whisper sent the glowing ball flying towards the impressive building.

Sailor Pluto watched impassively from the treetop as a part of the building shuddered and groaned, before exploding into dust before her eyes. She continued to do nothing as panic spread through the building, the doors slamming open as employees tried to stream out.

"Takatori," she murmered, "For what you have done," her maroon eyes darkened until it was nearly black, "For what you have done...I shall put you in a fear you have never known."

"What the hell?!" Setsuna's eyes flew down to watch the redheaded man who had just sworn.

Schuldich stared at the building in front of him in surprise. A part of the building had disappeared—and nothing save dust laid in the area the western half of the building once stood proudly. "What the hell is going on?!"

"Where's the west wing?" Nagi came up from behind Schuldich. "Were we attacked?"

"No one was hurt." Crawford stepped up in front of Schuldich, looking at the now empty site, showing no signs of surprise. "There was no one there...who attacks an empty wing when the one next to it is full of life?"

"But where is the west wing?" Nagi asked again. Crawford made no reply, choosing to walk against the stream of bodies exiting the building, to the very area that caused such panic to arise in the workers of Takatori. Looking down at the dust, and the rooms inside the building that was visible, Crawford raked his fingers through his hair, seeming to finally take in the situation.

"Tell Mr. Takatori he should have this area tested. Find out what's in the dust."

"You mean Takaotori-san," Schuldich rolled his eyes, though his lips formed a small smirk. "We're in Japan, Sherlock."

"Sherlock Holmes was English." Brad Crawford's eyes appeared bored, "tell Mr. Takatori to have this area tested, and search the premises. This was no accident."

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"Get up," Sailor Jupiter ordered the newly awakened Zoicite.

"What? What am I doing—"Zoicite trailed off, recalling the even that occurred before he had collapsed. Damn...just wait until the guys hear about this—him, fainting! But Michiko...

Sailor Jupiter sighed as Zoicite's eyes darkened, knowing what he was thinking.

"I'm sorry about Mercury," she told him quietly, "C'mon, let's go, I already told Venus and Mars you were awake. They're waiting for us."

"Michiko—is she really—no, she couldn't be." Zoicite shook his head in denial.

"She's dead, Zoicite." Sailor Jupiter's voice was flat, cold.

"You lie!"

"I would not lie about this!"

"You must be lying! Michiko is still alive—I know it! She would not die—could not die!" Zoicite exclaimed, turning away from the amazon-like Senshi.

"You're right, my love." The familiar voice, soft and beautiful, filtered through his ears, settling itself deep in his soul. Zoicite spun around, trying to find the source of the voice.

"Over here, my Zoi." Zoicite smiled brightly at the laughing form of his blue-haired ex-lover.

"Michiko," he breathed, ignoring the horrified look coming from Sailor Jupiter.

"She's dead, Zoicite!"

"Michiko..." Zoicite took in the site of Sailor Mercury, drinking in her very presence. "They told me you were dead."

"But Zoicite, you can see me, can't you? How can I be dead, when you're talking to me right now?"

"Michiko," Zoicite made his way towards the giggling form of Sailor Mercury, stopping as she stepped to the side, evading his grasp. "Oh Michiko, forgive me! You must forgive me! I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean—"

"Shh...my Zoi, shh."

"Zoicite, she's dead! Who are you talking to?!" Sailor Jupiter stared in confusion at Zoicite, who seemed to speak to someone only he could see. Zoicite watched as Sailor Mercury turned to look at her comrade, before turning back to face him.

"Go with her, Zoicite."

"Aren't you coming, Michiko—Sailor Mercury," Zoicite's eyes traveled, recognizing the uniform she wore.

"Go with her, Zoicite...I'll be with you, don't worry."

"Zoicite!" Sailor Jupiter grabbed his shoulder, "Look at me!" She waited until Zoicite's eyes met hers, before she spoke again. "She's gone."

Zoicite turned around. There was no one there.

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Usagi stared at the garden below her. It was afternoon now, and she was alone. Hotaru was at school—perhaps just getting out, and everyone else, save her mother, had left for the shop. She had chosen to stay home, and her mother had decided to stay with her—Haruka wouldn't have allowed her to stay home by herself anyways.

The balcony was a reasonable size—neither small nor large. All the flowers she had received in the hospital decorated the simple balcony, and whether it was because she took care of the flowers as diligently as she could, or because it was the workings of one of the Senshi, Usagi could not help but notice that the flowers had not aged one bit. They still held the same look as the day she had first laid eyes upon them—and that made her wonder how long ago it was that the Inners and Mamo-chan had come to visit her.

"Serenity," she turned her head towards the voice.

"Kaa-san," she smiled.

"It's beautiful, isn't it." The elder Serenity smiled, coming to stand behind her daughter. "Do you remember when you were younger?"

"Kaa-san?"

"And every morning, we would eat breakfast outside."

"I remember, kaa-san. It was just the three of us—me, you, and papa. (1) Papa never wanted to eat what we ate—he said he didn't want to catch our cooties." Usagi giggled softly, while her mother merely smiled gently.

"And you, my little Serenity, always laughed and told him boys were the ones with cooties."

"And then papa would, would," Usagi trailed off, furrowing her eyebrows as she tried to remember. "And then papa would..." She paused, biting her lower lip. "I can't remember, kaa-san...I can't remember what papa did." She whispered softly, shielding her eyes from that of her mother.

"Shh...it is alright, my Serenity. You were so young when he departed to Hades' Realm...no older than eight." The former queen wrapped her arms around her daughter's shoulders, murmuring into her hair. "You have yet to remember, that is all. But you will remember one day, Serenity."

"Papa was a good man, kaa-san."

"He was, Serenity, he was."

"Do you miss him, kaa-san?"

"I love him," Was all the older Serenity said, as she continued to hold her daughter close.

"Do you...ever wonder, I mean, do you ever think about why you didn't join him...in the end, I mean."

"I was needed elsewhere," The former queen kissed the top of her daugher's head. "How could I leave, when you need me so much?"

Usagi stayed quiet, thinking over her mother's words.

'I'm sorry I kept you away from papa, kaa-san. But please...just a little bit longer.'

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"Kaa-san, we need to hurry up!"

"Oh Shingo, what's the rush?" Ikuko shook her head, her eyes shining with a sedated mirth, her lips pulled into a knowing smile.

"I hear this place always gets a crowd—and the flower has to be from here! Mika told me this place sells some of the rarest flowers—you can't find them anywhere else! Now kaa-san, let's go." Shingo tapped his foot impatiently. Ikuko laughed softly, the pools that had lately been nothing but an ocean of sorrow now shining with the joy of a mother as she watched her child's first crush.

"Calm down, Shingo. We'll get there," they continued to walk at a more relaxed pace. "What sort of flowers do they have there?"

"I don't know. It's a new place...but I heard they have all sorts of flowers in all sorts of colors there. How much flowers can I get?"

"Well, it is Mika's birthday...I think it would be nice to get her a dozen. Maybe I'll buy some bouquets too...I've been meaning to buy some flowers, you know how much your sis—"She broke off her statement, her posture suddenly rigid. Sammy stopped beside her.

"Kaa-san..." Shingo stopped, unable to finish his sentence as he caught sight of the woman next to him. "Come on kaa-san, I see it now, right ahead!" And he broke into a sprint, unable to stay next to the distant stranger who had been taking the place of his usually warm and loving mother more frequently as of late.

Ikuko walked slowly behind him, catching up to him a couple of minutes later. She looked up at the shop.

"What a strange name—For Her."

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"Everything seems alright," Ken remarked, looking at the shop across the street. The usual crowd of boys surrounded that shop, and though no one has left the shop, Ken had heard Haruka's temper flare on more than one occasion. He chuckled to himself softly, as he saw a young boy attempt to weave through the crowd, followed minutes later by an older blue-haired woman.

"Omi-san!" Ken turned as he heard the familiar voice of Ouka.

"Ouka-san?" Omi looked up from the flowers he was tending to.

"I want all the flowers!" Ouka demanded.

"Isn't it a bit early," Youji commented from behind the register. "Aya hasn't even had his daily stick up the a—"

"It's for Usagi!" Ouka cut off the notorious playboy. "Kaiou-san told me that she wasn't feeling well yesterday," Ouka failed to notice the exchange between the boys present, "And that Usagi loves flowers."

"That's nice of you, Ouka," Ken commented, gathering some of the flowers. "How is Usagi-san doing now?"

"Fine, I think. She's home, but Meioh-san says Hotaru can bring me to visit her as soon as she gets here." Ouka smiled softly, "Usagi-chan is great, isn't she?" She asked, more so to herself than to the boys. Youji overheard her, however, and his eyebrows raised. Could it be...

His train of thought derailed as he heard Aya shout, forcing the heartbroken schoolgirls to leave. He glanced at the time. "On time as usual, Aya." He commented wryly, "And look, you chased all the boys away from the other shop too. Maybe you should—"

"OUT! Get OUT! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED HERE!" Youji's raised eyebrow expressed the thoughts of everyone in the shop.

What was going on in the shop across the street?

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Ikuko and Shingo stared in surprise at the furious blonde man before them. They recognized him as one of Usagi's friends, Ikuko recalling that this was the one young man who had been so violently opposed to her decision to acknowledge Usagi as dead that he had punched the wall.

"Get. Out. Of. Here." The man grounded out, his fists clenched so tightly it seemed to shake from his sheer will not to hit them.

"But we just wanted to buy some—"

"You are not welcomed here." Shingo and Ikuko turned their attention to the two women who had just appeared behind the angered man.

"We just wanted to buy some flowers," Shingo stated defensively. The teal eyes of the shorter woman looked at him coldly.

"C'mon, you guys are friends of Usagi's! You know us!" Shingo cried out, his eyes flashing. Why were they acting like this?!

"You are not welcomed here." The dark-haired woman's comment seemed directed towards his mother rather than it was towards him, and Shingo growled.

"You leave my kaa-san alone! She's never done anything to you! We just need some flowers—"

"Are the flowers for Usagi-san?" One of the women cut him off, her teal eyes suddenly looking soft, her face, almost warm.

"Usagi? She's dead, remember. Kaa-san and tou-san were there when she died...I'm not allowed to go visit her grave." Shingo's confusion grew at the anger that flashed through the eyes of the two workers in the shop, their hatred and anger radiating off of them in fierce waves. Slowly, it dawned upon him that their anger and hatred was not directed towards him, but rather, his mother.

"Leave now." The hiss was dangerous, a warning.

"Come on, Shingo. We can get Miaka's flowers somewhere else. Oh look, there's a shop across the street—we'll see if they're still opened." Ikuko pushed Shingo out of the shop, turning to face the two in the shop one last time before she left.

"I did what was best." Ikuko stated evenly, though as she stared into their hard eyes, unflinching in its resolve, she began to doubt herself.

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"We have nothing left, get out." Aya growled as he swept the floor, not even bothering to look up to see who had entered the shop.

"You're all sold out?" The woman's voice was surprised.

"Yes, this girl here has just bought all we have." Youji motioned the Ouka, who sat comfortably on a nearby stool. She turned to face the two newcomers.

"Maybe tomorrow," She shrugged.

Sammy sent a look to his mother, who sighed, relenting.

"Please, can't we just have a dozen roses—I'm sure you won't miss them." Ikuko pleaded with the young girl, who did nothing but send the two a blank stare.

"No."

"Well hey now, what do you need with all those flowers?!" Shingo demanded. "Miaka's been wanting flowers for a long time now, and the people across the street won't sell us any!" Shingo jerked his thumb behind him.

"They wouldn't sell you flowers?" Ken asked in surprise, "How do they expect to make money if they won't sell flowers?" He shook his head, confused.

"Beats me," Shingo shrugged. "They didn't have to be so mean about it."

"They were only too nice to the likes of you." The hiss came from behind them, and Shingo and his mother turned around to see the glowering form of Hotaru, the door newly shut behind her.

"Hotaru-chan!" Shingo's smile died down to a frown as she glared at him, her eyes dark with anger.

"Hotaru! Can you just wait one minute—they're almost done with the order." Ouka appeared oblivious to the tension in the air.

Hotaru turned her head towards Ouka, and her eyes lightened as she nodded, smiling. "Of course! It's so nice of you to do this, you don't have to, really."

"It's the least I could do! Usagi has been so nice to me!" Ouka replied, not realizing the effect her comment had on the two strangers in the shop.

"U..Usagi? Do you mean Tsukino Usagi?" the boy asked her, his eyes wide and complexion pale.

"Don't—"Hotaru hissed at Shingo, who looked at her in alarm.

"What's wrong, Hotaru? Aren't we friends?!" He asked, confused.

"After what you and your family did?! I will never be friends with monsters like you!" Hotaru glared darkly at mother and son, appearing intimidating despite her rather fragile form. The Weiss group watched the scene, intrigued.

"Monsters?! What did we do, Hotaru?" Shingo asked, alarmed. Hotaru glared at him, but upon finding only confusion in his wide eyes, she sighed, her glare lightening, yet still present.

"Just leave now, Tsukino. Before Haruka-papa comes...you know how Haruka- papa can get, I'm sure." And she turned her back to them, ignoring Shingo's question and Ikuko's hushed whispers, ordering Shingo to leave things be.

"Hotaru-san?" Hotaru ignored Omi, choosing instead to stare at the wall in front of her.

"Whoa now, the wall never did you any wrong. There's no need to try kill it with a stare," Youji commented, watching as the two strangers left the shop. "What was that all about?" He asked.

"Usagi-chan," Hotaru murmured, but other than that, she said nothing else, despite the efforts of many present.

Stiffly, she turned around. "Ouka-san, let's go. Haruka-papa will drive us."

"What the hell was that about?!" Youji voiced the question everyone wished to know the answer to.

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Hmm...I think I'll end it there. Lol, wow, so much cutting out and adding scenes @.@..hmm...anyways, I hope you all enjoyed, and 1- My personal thought is that if Usagi's father died when she was so young in the Silver Millennium, then she would probably never quite grow out of calling him papa or daddy, etc...

Gomen- Sorry Senshi- Warrior(s)/Soldier(s) Koneko- Kitten (Haruka's nickname for Usagi) *Amaya (from previous chapter)- female name meaning "night rain" Miyoko- female name meaning "beautiful child" Michiko- female name meaning "beauty" or "wisdom" Minna- everyone