Title: Soldier Moon: Identity Crisis

Author: Celestial DreamBlaze

Fandom: SM/GM

Category: Action/Adventure

Pairing: Hiiro/Usagi

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I love to play god. As for owning the character I manipulate to my liking… I don't own them. Sad huh? I know, I'm crying too.

Summary: She doesn't know who she is. Serenity? Moon? Sailor Moon? Usagi? Who? She's lost in her character and is thrust into a new fight. One in which she's kept from the Inners and one the Outers have had a hand in.

Notes: 

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Runaway Rabbit

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Usagi was livid, foam was dribbling from her mouth and she could barely contain her rage. Not only did stranger here capture her, she had woke up with the most pounding headache, her side hurt like nothing before—the earlier youma fight—AND the stupid boy had bound and gagged her, leaving her to sit on the cold floor. She sent the fiercest glare she could.

Hiiro was not amused; clacking away on his laptop, he ignored the girl, unheeding the wrath of woman as he typed up his report. Feeling a bit irked that Dr J had sent him on an easy mission; Hiiro exaggerated his report, subtly typing how easy it had been to catch her--even if it already had been extremely easy. He had caught her on first sight! He didn't have to find her; it had been his first day in the Juuban area and who should be the first person he saw? Usagi. He couldn't believe his fortune. It was unmistakable, the trademark buns had been in use, except for the upturned crescent moon, her descriptions had matched to the T. It had been so early he didn't even have to worry about people seeing him carry the fainted girl. He had deposited her in the jeep and headed to Base 87. She hadn't even woken yet. He snickered inwardly; this was the soldier that Dr J went on about? Ha. It was laughable, if he wanted to, he would. He didn't. 

The girl fiddled with her binds. Rope huh? Maybe she could… she twisted her arms around, trying to see if it was loose enough. No such luck, the sucker had tied her up tightly. Damn. Maybe… No, she'd be in major trouble for that. Usagi studied the boy, if she managed to escape, it was no doubt he'd just capture her again. She should go to Setsuna for this, she had great stealth capabilities and could hide from the world, after all, the Time Gates were only accessible by her. Should she take the chance? Not yet, when he leaves, then I'll make a run for it. She glanced at her surroundings. It was a small room, only furnished with a bed and desk. Light showed brightly through the small windows so she guessed it was still mid afternoon. The place was silent so they had to be quite a ways away from the city. She wondered if the boy had any transportation, would she able to hot-wire it? Could she make a teleport if she used the Ginzuishou? No, that was too risky; the earlier fight had drained her. She'd be out for a week. She snarled, this time it was on the scouts behalf.

~Flashback~

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep

Usagi covered her head with the pillow, successfully drowning out the incessant ring. But to no avail, someone had heard its call and she had the slash marks on her leg to prove it.

"Luna!" She screamed, fully awake. "Why'd you have to do that for?"

The intelligent cat glared as only a cat could. "The senshi need your help. Get up and answer your communicator."

Glaring at the stupid cat, thoroughly angry, she snarled. "What!"

Fierce violet eyes glared at her. "Don't you 'what' me Meatball head. Youma at the park. NOW!"

"You heard her, Usagi, stop dawdling about."

Usagi scowled at Luna, something in her snapped, she so badly wanted to ring the small cat's neck, yet she managed to keep her ire under control—she would save it for the youma.

Shouting her transformation, bright lights filled the room and in an instant, Usagi was gone, the window curtains flowing gently in the breeze.

4 minutes later

The inner senshi were struggling with a massive Youma, Sailor Mars noticed the arrival of their leader. "About time Moon, dust this thing already."

Sailor Moon took out her tier. Screaming one fierce, "Moon Gorgeous Meditation!"

Moon had already turned her back on the battle before the last bits of youma had disintegrated to dust, intent on leaving before hell would break loose. Today was not a good day and she was not about to take Mars' ranting.

"Where do you think your going!"

Sailor Moon briefly turned to her comrade. "Home. Youma's gone, why be here?"

The black haired senshi steamed. "How dare you! We do all we can to fend off the Youma until YOU arrive and the minute you dust it you leave?"

Sailor Moon sent Mars a chilling look. "What else would I do?"

"So, now we see the colors of the Princess, ne? You prance around like you're on top. Ungrateful bitch!"

"No Mars, I'm not ungrateful… the only thing I seem to be good for is the fact that I CAN destroy the Youma. It is the only thing you guys have me do. I am always off at the side were I can't do any harm until I have to call my attack. You don't think I'd rather give my powers to more 'capable' hands. Sorry I'm such an embarrassment that you won't have me take part in a fight."

The rest of the senshi stared as Sailor Moon detransformed and went home.

This was a first.

~End Flashback~

Usagi smirked, feeling a bit mean; she had never used cruel sarcasm and true anger on them before. Still, her words were true. She was capable; they just never allowed her to be. She hadn't undergone all those training for nothing. She had sweat and bled to become a good soldier and yet all that was for nothing.

She clenched her fists, slightly flinching in pain, the burn marks hadn't healed yet, she thought faintly, feeling the slight sting her attack had left on her arms. If they had, they would have called her weak for her inability to handle her own attacks. Each attack yelled had drained a good dose of her energy and singed her arms, it was fortunate she wore gloves; no one would have seen the red swollen welts. Usagi shook her head, she didn't know if she could take much more of this. For all their yelling and berating, Usagi had took it all in silently, they were her best friends after all, they were family. She couldn't dismiss family.

Hiiro paused in his report. He had seen slight movements to his left and saw the girl fiddling with her binds. Watching for a second, he dismissed the girls struggle for freedom. Nobody could remove his binds. He had knotted them tightly enough you couldn't put a thread of string between her wrists and the rope.

Damnit, she couldn't think clearly. Usagi stilled, taking a deep breath. Awe… fuck it. Who cares if she got into trouble later, no one would know. She spread her left hand upward, her head scrunched in concentration. Almost got it… There. Her empty hand now gently cupped a bright white fire. Silently the binds disintegrated and became nothing more than charred dust. Still, she held her hands together, as if they were still in binds. She smirked, ignoring the small pain the spell marked on her, it was times like these she cherished her arduous training. Then again, maybe not. Training had given her nightmares for a month. She shuddered; the added benefits such as chi manipulation were the only good that came of it. She would wait till he left the room. With keen eyes, she noticed the window was slightly open, pending it wasn't stuck; she should be able to pass through with ease.

Finally! The girl had quieted. She had irritated him with her loud futile struggle to get free and her movement was distracting. If she hadn't kept still and leave him alone with his report he might have to butt her with his gun. Gently of course, no use in harming the 'soldier.' After a few more fragments, Hiiro sent his report into mission files and stood up. One quick look at the girl relaxed him; she was just glaring at him. With a small smirk, he left the small room to check on the base. Dr J should be here soon.

Waiting a few seconds after his departure, Usagi quickly lit her leg binds and raced to the window. She was lucky to find the window slid open easily. She heaved her way through the window, falling on the grass on the other side. She was surprised to find she was actually surrounded by trees. It meant she was very far away from the city and her way back home would be harder. She spotted a jeep and ran to it. Crouching low, she scanned the area, checking for wanderers, she didn't want to be caught so soon. She slipped into the jeep, prying open the steering panel she yanked the wires out. With a small tug, Usagi separated two wires and sparked the two together. The jeep roared to life. She pulled out of the parking and zoomed out. She didn't know where she was going, but she hoped she'd reach a city soon. After she was sure the guy couldn't find her, she would call Setsuna and ask for help.

Hiiro headed back to the room, then, he paused and slightly frowned. He could hear the faint sound of a vehicle. No warning needed, he ran back to the room. Sure enough, the girl was gone. Hiiro quickly slipped through the windows and darted towards the parking lot. It could only be her, the base was abandoned and they had been the only occupants in the room, Hiiro smirked a bit, maybe she wasn't a civilian after all.

He stopped short as he saw the jeep disappeared into the direction of the city. Hiiro went behind the base, in the direction of the woods. Hiiro reached the familiar tree and tugged aside the camouflaged tarp, revealing his motorcycle. Mounting the bike, he gunned the engine and sped off after the jeep. Effortlessly, Hiiro caught up to the jeep, the vehicle becoming more visible as he got closer.

She was close; Usagi could see the faint outline of a city. Suddenly, she heard a faint noise. Usagi looked at the rearview mirror. Shit! He was gaining. Frustrated, she pressed hard on the brakes, the jeep rattling into a spin out. Usagi braced herself as the jeep spun, praying it wouldn't turn over from the force. The jeep jerked to a stop and Usagi climbed out of the jeep and raced towards the woods. Going as fast as her legs could take her, she ran through the trees hoping to lose him in the dense area.

Usagi paused; she had run for a good ten minutes and her legs burned, silently, she ducked under a bush, her ears straining for any noise. Out of breath, her heart pounded loudly in her ears, it thud anxiously as she thought of her previous captor. She wouldn't be caught again. She would wait before she'd travel west once more.

Streams of sunlight filtered through the trees, Hiiro's eyes narrowed, looking for signs of movement or noise. He had jumped off his bike and chased after her, going towards the direction of the body swept bushes. Hiiro kept up the chase, he could here her steps as she ran and he had been sure he would catch her. But he didn't, the girl had managed to elude him and he could only wait until she exhausted herself. The girl could run, he would give her that, now he would have to catch her when she was down, the girl looked weak, she didn't seem to have the stamina or endurance of a long distance runner. Hiiro's ears had perked at the sound of silence and he came to a halt. Though he had not seen her through his chase, he was sure he wasn't far behind. She had to be close by if she stopped. Hiiro's knuckle clenched. He would not fail a mission he said he accomplished.

It was unacceptable.

Usagi sat, her legs starting to buck as her muscles pulled painfully from her crouched position. Dare she look up? She couldn't hear any noise. She debated whether she should take the chance, the boy might see her and she'd get caught again, she didn't want that. She shook her head; she'd best stay low if she wanted to avoid capture. Turning west, Usagi crawled through the low shrubs, careful not to step on any twigs and keeping the leaves from noise. She stayed low, crawling silently for what seemed like forever. The minute she got back she would soak in a warm bubble bath after washing the dirt of her hair. Shit! She missed school! The senshi would wonder about that and call her parents. Her pace more hurried, Usagi stood up once she paced a good distance a way from her resting spot. Careful to walk slowly and keep from noise, she headed towards the city. She had to call her parents!

Minutes passed and Hiiro neither heard nor saw any sign of disturbance in the woods. He backtracked his way out of the dense area; he knew the girl would be heading towards the city.

Why not meet her there?

Usagi had just gotten out of her warm bath. After a hectic call from her worried parents, she needed one.

The blonde shuddered, after getting over their worry, her parents had gotten EXTREMELY angry and vowed her punishment once she got back. Of course, their anger grew larger once they found out she wouldn't be going home for a while, and grew even more so when they found she wouldn't tell them why. Usagi could feel a migraine coming.

A large one.

She hadn't gone home quite yet because she knew someone would be waiting so she snuck into the Outers mansion in the outskirts of Tokyo. The Outers were on a tour in Europe so no one was home. She treaded through the vast hallways and reached her room. Dropping onto her bed, the soft and fluffy comforters feeling like heaven to her senses.

Her mind wandered towards her parents yet again. Why did she have to be cursed with such overprotective parents? After this, they wouldn't trust her to go anywhere. The questions and yelling would never end. Yet, she was somewhat saddened for them. What kind of a daughter was she? She couldn't even tell them the simple truth and couldn't be the proper daughter her parents wanted. Her disappointment in herself grew as she thought of how she worried her parents so needlessly.  They didn't deserve this. They deserved a normal girl they could love and worry over, not her, not when she was such a disgrace she lied and made their lives more hectic with her strange behavior. Her hands clenched, what could she say to them? What could she say to prevent disappointment in their eyes and distrust in their hearts?

The girl was smart. He had gone to her house to see if she had returned. All he saw were screaming parents who seemed to be fighting over said girl. Hiiro stood beneath the windows, waiting to hear about the girl's location. Hn. It seems they didn't know, no wonder their anger was so apparent. Finding his stay useless, he left the household.

Hiiro parked in front of Azabu Heights. He entered the north of the four-winged apartment. He doubted the girl would be present but he was sure he could find evidence of other safety houses she might stay in. Hiiro climbed to the seventh floor, heading straight to room 114. He looked around and quietly slipped a set of small steel pins into the keyhole. The doorknob clicked and Hiiro entered the apartment. The place was spacious, just enough space to work and not so high of the ground. He noted her apartment was leveled to the roof of the building next door. Easy escape. Hiiro locked the door behind him, immediately going to the messy desk. The papers were useless; merely receipts and old travel tickets collecting dust. Hiiro went to turn on the notebook until something caught his eye. He went to the trashcan and picked up the object. It was an old mail addressed to the building. At the top was an interesting name.

Meiou, Setsuna

Hn.. It was possible the girl would go to her mentor's home in time of need. Hiiro looked at the address, instantly memorizing it.

Got you now Tsukino. Hiiro recognized the town. It was just beyond Tokyo and was close to the base. Hiiro, satisfied with his search, left the apartment, heading back to the streets, on to his bike and raced towards Yasashii Yama district.

Usagi sat up. The worry had overloaded her brain and she had fallen asleep. It took her a while to figure why she woke up, but the small creak coming from the hallway reminded her. She knew it couldn't be the Outers; there simply was no time for them to take a small break from their tour across Europe. Setsuna had disappeared to who knows where, searching for inspiration to her fashion clothing brand Timeless.

Jumping up, Usagi cautiously crept to the wall adjacent from her bed; she could escape if she could just get to the secret panel Setsuna had installed. Realizing her current undressed state, she quickly padded to the other end of the room, soundlessly opening drawers and a change of clothes. She didn't have time to change so she dashed to the secret door, flipped a switch on her bed's headboard and slipped through the opened door. There was no sign of disturbance as the door slid shut behind her, the switch hidden from view.

Walking through the small and dark corridor, Usagi made a right turn when she reached a fork, leading her straight to the lower garage. She put on a pair of slim black pants and a thin sweater, and then scampered to the locker area retrieving a biker suit, helmet, and keys. She donned the suit, pulled the cover over a few ninjas, deciding on the grey 2003 model Yamaha, specially stocked, courtesy of Pluto's Time Travel. It purred silently as she gunned the engine, Usagi quickly rolled out of the garage, switching to third gear once she was a quarter mile from the house, disappearing in the night.

Hiiro's keen ears heard the hum of the engine from her room. He could tell she had dwelled here from the imprints on the bed and the clothes worn earlier by the girl, forgotten on the ground. He scowled, running down the steps to his bike, he could hear the motorcycle fade out of hearing.

He had wasted his time. He should have gone to the apartment rather than her house. What soldier would tell their civilian parents their identity? Hiiro scoffed, he still held qualms over the girls proof as a soldier. So far, all she had proved was her ability to run. Anyone could run. She had not taken defensive nor offensive actions against him. It was like she was avoiding such situations, like, if she was a soldier, she didn't want to fight unless necessary. Hiiro again scoffed, were she a soldier, and a good one at that, she would have known who he was… then again, maybe she did know whom he was and was running because no one could defeat OR out run him. He smirked, that had to be it.

IF she really was a soldier.

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Tsk tsk tsk… Hiiro still doesn't believe Usagi is a soldier. Maybe she isn't? Well… Tune in next time as the plot develops. Plot? What plot? I know, I'm still working on it.