Chapter seven:
Blind Match
Shaking her head, Usagi stated the obvious, "You're a fraud Malfoy-san." She pursed her lips together, as she eyed the boy in front of her. For the past few weeks they had been meeting in her classroom, to go over the spells.
She was exhausted, after a long day of teaching, and trying to keep her eyes on her friends all at once. And now, as she dropped to floor to rest, she wondered if the day would ever end. No wonder Setsuna was always cranky…
Usagi looked up, just as the older boy approached her. He crouched down in front of her, so that he was eye level with her haggard form. She was just not made to be a teacher, and it was only October for heavens sake.
"You look tired Professor." She met his eyes, with a frown. She wasn't exactly sure what caused it, but something in this boy had drastically changed. Sure, he went out of his way to annoy her, but… how could she explain it in words she could understand? It was like he had a whole other side to him and for some peculiar reason, only she got to see it. Well maybe Hotaru too. She had seen him hanging out with the younger girl much more lately.
"Why don't we stop? You have helped me greatly these last few days."
What was wrong with him? If only she could read his mind. Never in all the days she had been here, had she ever seen him worried about her health. It was disturbing, and yet sweet of him to care.
"Iie, I think I can finish the hour." Sighing heavily, she glanced around for something to haul her heavy butt up from the floor, with. When Draco stood, he held out his hand to her, and her frown deepened. This had to be an act. There was no way someone could change over night.
Taking his hand, she let him pull her to her feet. "Artigato." He nodded, and reluctantly let her hand go.
Usagi watched as he took a seat on one of the many tables, much like she usually did in her evenings. "Why don't we rest for a bit? And you can tell me a little bit about yourself."
Blinking, she asked, "Excuse me?" Had she heard him correctly? His smirk was antagonizing all on its own. He didn't have to say anything. All he had to do was give her that knowing look, and her blood boiled. "By the look on your face I would say that you know what I said."
She scowled at him, "Why should I tell you anything?" He shrugged leisurely, "You don't. I thought I would just ask, to strike up a conversation."
There was some secret meaning behind his words she just didn't catch. She felt uneasy, but it wasn't from his question, it more had to do with the fact that never before had anyone asked her such a question. And as she thought it over, the more she wanted to tell someone. And since he asked…
What would be the harm, it wasn't like they existed in the same world. These people had never even heard of the Sailor Senshi. But they knew Usagi Tsukino, or at least one from a few years ago and now another one.
"Fine." Taking a seat on the table adjacent to his, she thought about where to start, but more so, what to leave out; she was a walking storybook. Falling back on the table, she relaxed, letting her weariness slip away.
"Well, let's see. My names Usagi, and I have two parents and an otooto. I also have a cat, which you have met, Luna. I have lived in Tokyo, Japan all sixteen years of my life." Crossing her legs, she began to swing them. "I'm going to bore you, my life isn't great."
He chuckled, "Yes, but whose life is?" She nodded, agreeing full heartily. It was strange to find that they agreed on something. Not dwelling on that thought she hastily continued with the portion of her life she decided to tell. "I have the greatest friends, and I won't bother to list all of their names for you. When I was fourteen I became a super hero, and one by one my friends joined me."
"You know how Haruka changed the other day; well, we all can do that. And hai, we wear short skirts. Anyway…"
She wasn't about to give him a chance to talk, while she was telling her story, she ignored his interruption, to add, "And I'm engaged." The words were hallow when they came out, and she faintly wondered why that was.
"You're engaged?" Why did he sound mad? Propping herself up on her elbows, she replied, "Hai. My Mamo-chan is still in Tokyo, waiting for me."
"Oh really." His blue eyes looked like they could have frozen hell over with one glance. "Why aren't you wearing a ring? Or has he forgotten to give you one?"
Usagi glanced at her bare hand, just then realizing that her ring was still at home. The ring Mamoru had given to her, before his trip to America. She had left it on her vanity, so that she could put it on after her shower. Why hadn't she felt empty with out it? Why hadn't she felt a sense of loss this whole time while being away from him for so long? If she loved him as much as she told him she did, then shouldn't she feel heartache by not seeing something, anything that could remind her of him? "I left it at home. Setsuna barely even gave me a chance to get dress, before she sent me here."
"You'll have to dream about Mamoru-san later, right now you have classes."
She hadn't been dreaming of him, in fact she had hardly even thought of him over the weeks she had been here. Now that she thought about him, said his name in her head over and over again, she felt a slice in her heart. There was nothing, not even a faint recognition of who he was.
How could she be forgetting something such as a love that lasted a century? How could she forget the man she loved?
And she couldn't even say it was happening because she was here. Since the day Setsuna had come to her room, and asked her to help her, Usagi had forgotten.
Her hands formed fists at her sides, she hadn't just forgotten about Mamoru, but about the girls too, and Chibi Usa. All of them had become nonexistent in her life. Her last few days in Tokyo had been spent at home with her family, and the books Setsuna had given her to study from.
The link between our words is much stronger than Setsuna could have ever imagined. The links between them are reforming, and soon I won't even exist in mine.
Setsuna had gone against every guideline in her life, by forming some kind of connection between their world and this one. And for her punishment, the connection would alter all of her plans, all of her hopes for the future she dearly wanted.
If Usagi Tsukino stayed here any longer, Crystal Tokyo would cease to exist.
"Give me a demonstration of your powers." Usagi blinked, dragging herself from her deep thoughts. "Nani?" She looked at him, trying to catch a hint as to what he had asked of her.
"I want to see your power."
Oh, he wanted to see her transform.
Usagi flushed, as she sat up straighter. She had never transformed for an audience before, and she wasn't so sure she wanted to. Didn't she become naked through the transformation?
"I don't know…"
He shrugged loosely, "I won't tell anyone. I just want to see what you can do. See if you're fit to be a Professor here." There was more to it than he was saying, she was sure of it. Some deeper meaning to his words, she couldn't see.
"All right."
What harm could it do? It only lasted about a minute anyway surely he wouldn't see anything. "If you laugh, I'll moon dust you, without any remorse."
Amusement etched across his face, and a single silver brow rose in questioning. Yea, so the statement didn't hold much of a threat here either…
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her brooch. Just a few simple words, and that was all. Clutching the locket in her hand she frowned.
"That thing gives me the creeps."
She shook her head, wondering where that had come from. When had her brooch ever given her such an uneasy feeling?
Usagi lifted the brooch up over her head, and shot Draco a heated look. He was going to make her feel stupid. "Moon Eternal Make-up!"
Never in all the times she had transformed, had it taken so long! It had only taken a minute, but to her it was an eternity. She could feel eyes on her, and the thought of knowing that he was watching, made her blush. After the final flicker of light and ribbons vanished, she touched ground. Her white-heeled boots landed softly on the hard floor, and the air around her form stilled. Through her veins, she could feel the flowing power burn.
Looking down, she clenched her fists at her sides, the white gloves fitting into a fist. It had been so long, she barely remembered what it felt like to transform.
She held her breath, when there wasn't any comment from behind her. Was there something wrong? Slowly, she turned her head, to look at him, from the safety of looking over her shoulder. He was still sitting on the table, but his demeanor had completely changed. "Draco?"
Facing him, she clasped her hands in front of her, as she went towards him. "Draco?" She was worried when there was no reply. So reaching out, she patted his cheek to get his attention.
He blinked, his blue eyes bringing her into a sharp focus. "Phew, thought I lost you there." She pulled back, grinning sheepishly. After taking a step back, she caught Draco's eyes sliding over her appearance. Flushing, she made a move to cover herself.
"Does the outfit come with the words, or was it your choice?" His drawl was mocking as ever, but there was something slightly off key. She shivered as his lips formed a crooked smile. "They came with my powers. I'm Sailor Moon. With my friends help we fight, and protect our planet."
Shoving himself off the table, he moved around her, to inspect her completely. She heard him stop behind her, and when she glanced over her shoulder, she could see he was staring at her white wings. "They're real?" She was startled when he reached out and touched them. "Hai. I can fly when I'm Sailor Moon." Usagi turned to face him, and found that she was nearly eye level with him. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head, "Nothing." Usagi giggled, "You don't look like there's nothing wrong. Why don't you tell me, maybe I can help?"
Draco tilted his head, as if taking her words into consideration. "Maybe you can." Without warning, he leaned forward, and hesitated for only a breath of a second. But it was just long enough for Usagi to gasp, her eyes widening. His lips captured hers in a chase kiss that made her knees weak. If the kiss had lasted any longer than a few seconds, Usagi would have fallen against him. Her body was liquid fire, and the thought of fighting him off, didn't even cross her mind.
When he pulled back, his face was as flushed as hers, and his eyes burned with a hidden emotion she missed. "I-"
He pulled away, leaving her in the cold, as he started for the door of her classroom. There was no good-bye, not a word as he left her alone in the room. And Usagi had no choice but to stare after him.
Her transformation melted away, leaving her in her robes, and feeling vulnerable. The kiss had felt so alarmingly familiar, that it scared her. Each day something felt familiar. And yet that kiss was the most solid thing she had come across so far.
I need to find out what happened here two years ago, and why I was brought here.
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Reaching Dumbledore's office, Usagi searched for a way in. He had said that the gargoyle statue had been his office, so where was the door? Was there some kind of secret password? Probably a tricky one, one, no one could ever guess. She heaved a sigh, realizing, that she would have to wait for the headmaster to arrive.
"Miss Usagi, what a pleasant surprise."
The blonde haired teen turned to see the very man she had wanted to talk to. What luck! "Albus. I'm glad I found you. I wanted to ask you a few questions." She watched as the smile on the older man's face faltered. "Oh." He stopped next to her, and turned so that he was looking down at her. "Like what kind of questions? Lemondrops." The statue shuttered, before it started to move on its own. That was the secret password? God, she could have figured that one out! A spinning staircase appeared in the narrow hole, and the two entered.
"You know why I'm here Albus. You know I was here a few years ago. I need you to tell what happened." They reached the older man's office, and the stairs came to a stop. Stepping out, the Headmaster moved to his desk. "I think this has happened before Miss Usagi, and I'm not one to repeat past mistakes."
Usagi followed him, and took a seat in a chair she vaguely remembered sitting in before. Bad sense of Déjà vu. "Albus, I've been here before. My brother exists in two worlds. And people know me. They're always talking about another Usagi Tsukino." She waved a hand to the office, "You have to tell me!"
He shook his head. "I'm old, but I'm not stupid. Yes I know that you have existed here before, but any trace of you was erased."
"No it wasn't!" Usagi shot from her chair. "There are girls still missing! They went missing when I stayed here last. And my brother Shingo still lives here!"
Dumbledore seated himself wearily in his chair behind his desk. Sadly, his eyes dropped to stare at his desk. The silence that lingered between them was not comfortable. To ease his mind, he removed his glasses, and looked at them. "I'm an old wizard Usagi. I have seen many things in my long life here. But that year, two years ago, is a vague memory I can't grasp. What ever happened to you, all traces of your existences has been erased. All we have is a name, and a few events that couldn't be redeemed."
Usagi sagged, and fell into her seat. "So, no one knows? No one remembers?"
He shook his head, "You're asking the wrong person. I'm sure if you talked with others, maybe your past here could be pieced together. I remember very little, and I'm sure it's the same with others. But we all agree. Two years ago, a tragic event occurred, and it involved a young girl named, Usagi Tsukino."
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Her head hit the table with a precise thump. The sound was enough to wake anyone close by, to hear. That is if anyone had been awake at such an hour. But it was the pain of the impact had made, that had brought her sharply out of the dream world.
"Oh." She reached up, fingering the forming bump on her forehead. It was going to leave a nasty bruise. Tenderly she messaged the ache, reducing it to a minimal. What a pain. Her eyes were sore, her head hurt, and her body was stiff all over.
If she couldn't handle this, she wasn't going to last in college.
Yawning exaggeratedly, Usagi leaned back in the wooden chair. What a long night this turned out to be. She stretched lazily, her bones popping, as her arms moved up over her head to stretch. Her toes cured, and a small sound escaped passed her lips.
"Sleeping on the job?"
Usagi glanced up in mid stretch to see who else was skipping a good night's rest. Haruka chuckled as she pulled out a chair at the table her blonde friend had sat in, all day. "You know, your students missed you."
The younger girl snorted, "I bet." Blue eyes fell to the open book, and Usagi scowled. How many books had she gone over? How many books had she read? She eyed the tall piles that had accumulated on both sides of her.
Boy, Ami would be proud!"See, you don't believe me. But what I say is true. I saw plenty of sad looks from the kids, when they walked in to find me standing there."
She rubbed at her eyes, trying to keep herself awake long enough to hear the conversation. "Did you have fun?" Her partner grinned, "Hai, we found lots to do for the whole period. School here is much more fun, then back home."
The smaller blonde nodded, "I think so too." She yawned, her blue eyes drooping. "What time is it?"
Haruka shoved back her chair. "Bed time I see." Standing, she moved around the table to help her princess stand. "It's nearly midnight. Why don't you take it easy for a while? I'll continue the search."
Usagi nodded, "Okay." She stood with the older girl's help. "I think I can find my way. Artigato, for helping me Haruka." The taller girl shrugged, "I know a few ways you can pay me back. I'll see you in the morning hime. Get some rest, because I'm not teaching tomorrow. It's your job, not mine."
The blonde chuckled, as she left the library, leaving the other woman behind. She followed the hallway to a set of stairs, and made her way to the next level. On that floor, she turned left, and found her way in the right hallway leading to her room.
She hesitated only for a second in front of the gargoyle statue, before walking on. Reaching the end of the hall, she muttered her password, and entered her empty room. Where was Hotaru?
Her eyes took in the large room, but the child was nowhere in sight. She frowned, but decided not to pursue the younger girl. It was late, and she was exhausted. The door swung silently behind her, closing, without her having to do so. Not looking behind her, she moved to the bed like a zombie.
Feebly, she slipped out of her robes, and tossed the unwanted garment to the floor. She grabbed her pink pajamas that had been folded on her bed, and tugged them on. She slipped on the bunny imprinted pants first, then the shirt. Her eyes were barely open, as she fumbled with the buttons. Her fingers fiddled with them for at least five minutes, before she gave up trying to fix them.
Throwing back the covers, she climbed into the toasty bed, and laid down. Pulling the blankets to her chin, she closed her eyes, willing the lights to die out, so that she could sleep.
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Someone was laughing at her. That much she could make out, through the thick fog of her mind. She groaned, searching for the source of the voice. 'Poor, poor first year, you shall take the blame. Troubled, troubled first year, they are all the same. They see you in them, for they are coming for you.'
She whimpered, her lips forming a frown. Who was that? She turned, trying to fight her way through the cloud. Her surroundings were a mesh of haze, and blurry figures staying just out of her reach. She turned this way and that, her heart lodged in her throat.
Why did she feel threatened?
Her feet hit something. Looking down she noticed a small box. It was wrapped neatly with paper, ribbon, and even a bow. It had her name on it.
'It's Christmas!'
She smiled, her heart filling with joy, and yet with dread. Why did she feel sick to her stomach? Crouching down, she peered at the box with skepticism. Who would have gotten her something? With a casual shrug of her shoulders, she reached out, and pulled at the ribbon. The paper fell away like it had melted off.
She watched, as the flaps of the lid, fell open. Time seemed to stop, stop long enough for her mind to register why a sense of foreboding had tried to consume her.
A horrible creature leaped at her from the box. The terrible surprise, pushed her off balance, and she fell to the floor. Claws, of a hideous beast, ripped into her pajamas, and sliced her cheek.
She felt pain, and she saw blood. Hyperventilating, she struggled against the creature, fighting it off. She screamed, crying out for help. 'Get off, get off me. Help, someone help!'
"Usagi!"
A sob tore from her throat, as the claws wrapped around her flailing hands. She was defenseless. She was powerless.
"Usagi, wake up!"Usagi blinked, her eyes clearing from the murkiness of a nightmare. Someone stood over her, and held her wrists, tightly above her head. "Usagi?"
Tears pooled in her eyes, and she let a sob bubble out from the back of her throat. The bands around her wrists loosened, before she was let go. It was then; Usagi realized that she was still in bed. Her sheets, and blankets had been ripped from the bed, and thrown to the floor. She laid in a tangled mess on a bare mattress.
Had it only been a terrible nightmare?She breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that it was over, and hoped she would never dream it again.
"Are you okay?"
Her brows drew together in confusion. What was he doing here? "Draco?" The white haired boy stood over her, his blue eyes barely visible for her to see. Most of his face was bathed in shadows. If she hadn't recognized his voice, she would have thought he was an assailant, out to get her. "Good you're awake. You were talking in your sleep."
Usagi struggled to sit up on the bed, and ended up having to straighten her pajamas before she could do so comfortably. "What are you doing here?"
How could he have gotten in?The boy shrugged his shoulders, "I followed you last night. I wanted to talk to you, but you fell asleep. So I thought I'd wait."
"Talk, talk about what?" He hadn't answered her question. Or at least the one she had been wondering. How had he gotten in? She watched as he moved away, and turned on a lamp. He turned back to her, his eyes slightly concerned. Draco walked back, so that he stood next to her. "You're bleeding. You must have scratched yourself."
Usagi froze. And the dream came crashing around her. She remembered the creature, and how it had ripped into her body. Fearfully, she reached up, and touched her cheek. She drew back her hand, and stared at three of her fingers.
"I don't feel so good."
Draco quickly wrapped his arm around her, and dragged her from the bed. With little trouble, he helped her to the adjacent bathroom, and set her down on the toilet seat. "Let me look at it."
She lifted her face so he could see, and as she did so, she noted her reflection in the mirror. Her pajamas had been torn, just like in her dream. Also she saw, three scratches across her cheek. The puncture marks, were encrusted with dried blood. She faintly remembered seeing it once before.
"What about that healing thing you can do?"
"It won't work. It's been days, and they haven't cleared up at all."
"How are you feeling?" She shrugged, "Okay. A little queasy, but I think I'm going to be okay." Draco turned her head, so that she was looking at him and not the mirror. "Are you sure?" He reached for a wet washcloth, and dabbed the wound, cleaning off the blood. "Hai, artigato."
Once he had gotten rid of any traces of blood, he stated, "I have a feeling you're going to have scars." The girl nodded, "I think so to."
"What were you dreaming about?"
Usagi shuddered as she thought back on the nightmare. "It was nothing. I hardly remember it."
Draco frowned, but said anyway, "I see. Well you should probably get back to bed. It's only three in the morning." The blonde agreed, and stood to follow him out of the bathroom. "Draco?" He paused, his back tensed, as he turned to face her. "Yea?" She studied his expression, trying to catch a glimpse of the old Draco. Of the boy she had first met, with a cocky attitude. "What did you want to talk about?"
He turned his back to her, and entered the main bedroom. "It's nothing." Usagi frowned as she followed him to the bed. "It must have been something, if you were going to wait until I was awake. Well I'm awake."
His smirk was mocking, and infuriating at the same time. "Don't worry about it. Lie down, and get some rest. And I'll see you in class. I will, won't I?" She crossed her arms over her chest, a scowl forming on her face. "Of course, you can't get rid of me that easily." She sat down on the bed, but made no move to lie down, like he had ordered. "I'm wide awake, and I forbid you to leave my room, until you tell me what it was that brought you here in the first place. Its not often a boy breaks into my room in the dead of night."
The boy chuckled. "For the record, I didn't break in. You let me in, by not shutting the door behind you." Frowning, she stated, "I don't understand. How did I let you in, I remember the door closing?"
Shaking his head, Draco answered, "You remember me closing the door." A flush spread across the girl's cheek, "You saw me get dressed?" He shrugged, "I have seen a lot more, when you did that transformation yesterday." She scowled, "You eechi no baka!" He smirked, his lips forming that well-known smile. "So, I can't leave until I say what it is I came here for? I think it might be a long night." Rolling her eyes, Usagi replied in a hiss, "Just tell me, so I can kick you out and go back to bed."
"By all means, go to bed. I don't mind watching again." Usagi's face warmed at the comment. "What would you say, if I said I came here because of you?" The girl snorted, "And I would say I didn't believe you. Will you just spill already! What are you, a chicken?"
The boy frowned, "No, I'm not." His blue eyes suddenly burned with a sharp intensity that caused Usagi's heart to stop in her chest. He was looking at her, in a way no one had ever looked at her, and that thought made her tense. The light from the lamp did nothing to calm her racing heart, and jumbled nerves. "D-Draco?"
A faint smile flashed on his handsome face. "You haven't called me by my name in a long time. I kind of missed it." She frowned, what was he talking about? "The last time we talked, you called me by my last name." He had moved closer, shortening the distance between them in a few short strides.
"B-because I'm your sensei. And you're my student." He chuckled, his eyes searching her face, "The last time I checked, back then it had been the other way around." She started at him confused, "Back when? What are you saying Mal-" he cut her off, with a swift shake of his head.
Her frown deepened, why was he acting so strange? He was starting to worry her. "Do you still want to know why I came here?" She wasn't sure if she cared to know any more.
"I wanted to say, or at least tell you, that I plan to take you away from your fiancé by any means possible. And don't think I won't succeed, because I'm pretty good at getting what I want." Usagi shivered, feeling a brush of cold against her cheek. "I've been waiting a long time, and I don't plan to let you get away again. I won't make the same mistake twice." Her breath caught. "Draco, what are you saying? Do- did we know each other? Before…"
He didn't answer her. Instead he reached out, touching her face, with his hand. Not waiting for her compliance, he leaned in, and kissed her. It was like kissing her the first time all over again. He was hesitant, unsure how far to go.
His hesitation lasted longer than he would have liked. But before he could back out, or make a decision, he felt two arms wrap around his neck. Her body crushed against his, and he groaned against her mouth. He had expected her to slap him, not kiss him back. But that fact that she deepened the kiss, on her own, was satisfactory. This was different from all the other times he had kissed her. He remembered two. He was sure he had only kissed her twice before, but he had wanted to kiss her many more times, than that. Why he hadn't, boggled him.
He slanted his mouth over hers, tasting her with his tongue. He liked the way she clung to him, her hands moving into his hair. A little sound escaped from her, and it took all his will power, not to throw her on the bed right then and there. So much for a fiancé. It appeared his obstacle wasn't as difficult as he had thought. But trying to resist the temptation of having her was proving to be difficult. Reluctantly he pulled back, and drew in a ragged breath. How could they be breathless from such an innocent kiss? What, he wondered, would have happened, if his will power wasn't as strong as it was? He could already feel his strength depleting. On their own accord, his arms tightened around her slender waist. And his fingers itched to tear off the top of her pajamas. Draco shook his head, struggling to get control over his body.
That wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her on her own terms. He wanted her to come to him, when he finally had her. "Usagi."
A small whimper escaped passed her lips. She had yet to open her eyes, and her mouth, had remained closed, formed into an innocent pout. He wondered if she was feeling the same tingling sensation in her lips that he was feeling?
"Hmm."
He smirked; the temptation to kiss her again was strong. He didn't know why he was so drawn to her. Ever since she had been introduced in the Great Halls that first evening, he had felt a connection. And after meeting her face-to-face, he knew, that there was something. He just hadn't noticed it until the other day. They held a past, one neither of them could remember.
"I want you to call me Draco, only you." He reached up, and loosened her fingers from his hair. Kiss her. The order was beating at him, and he almost did, but somehow, he managed to hold himself back. She was as addicting as sugar. She was younger than him, and engaged to another. Before he took her, he would make sure the other man was out of the picture, completely.
"Draco…" she opened her eyes, when he finally pulled away. "Why-"
He moved to the door. He could visit her any time now. Now that he knew the password. "Get some rest; you have a big day still ahead of you." With that, he left the room, closing the doors silently behind him.
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A shadow slipped out from the darkened corner, once Draco walked passed it. Staring at the boy's back, the shadow grinned mischievously. Taking the small devise it held with both hands, it brought it close to its face. With a quick look down the both directions of the hallway, it found itself all alone. Not waiting a moment longer, it whispered, "Eagle one, Phase two is complete."
On the other end, a voice commented, "Roger that Eagle two, good work. Fly back to the nest, we'll start Phase three tomorrow."
The shadow giggled, "Over and out."
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Ha!!! There you go. One big sloppy kiss at three a.m. Hehe, and Draco's mission comes to light. So tell me what you think. I found a few questions asked in the last chapter's reviews.
So here are a few answers-
Angel of the White Moon: I've been thinking. I'm not sure, but I have been considering the Quartet. Wouldn't that be interesting, but all together I don't think the others will show. Setsuna very possibly, but the other…I donno. I'll consider it some more.
Fire 15: Well I hope you liked this chapter. As for your question on the couple, it was decided in the first story. Draco/Usagi. As for married, I don't think I could work that in… I donno, I'll consider it though…
Well there was your romance, and I hoped you all enjoyed it. I know I did. Bout gosh darn time they kissed and made up.
Hehe, so any questions, ask away, I'll be happy to answer them.
This LP signing out.
