She's Back... – Prologue
Lady Nakosha

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I've decided to take up the story She's Back once again, which I know a lot of people will be happy to hear. I'm obviously revising and combining the chapters because, well, I read over my story, and frankly, I was horrified at my story. The explanations are terrible, a lot of things don't flow and stay consecutive, and chapters get shorter and shorter by the second! So, I'm apologizing for that now, and I'm reassuring that all of that is about to end! I just hope that the revisions I make are to your satisfactory and help the story grow and more accurately show my ever- changing and maturing writing styles! So... with that in mind, I hope you enjoy She's Back whether you're a first time reader or a fan of mine since the beginning!

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"She's going to find out sooner or later." A female, throaty voice finally said with a hint of shame, her fingertips running up and down his arm in lazy circles.

His voice was hungry with desire. "She won't find out, unless one of us tells her." Fear flickered in his cobalt depths. "You won't tell, will you?" He added more desperately, "Will you?"

"I won't tell anyone." She agreed bitterly, turning her head towards the rising sun and early morning sky. "How can I? If anyone knew... how could I face them?" She looked at him for solace, but only found uncertainty and apprehension for the future. She loved him; she was sure, but her heart couldn't help but to be heavy with misery and her conscience dripping with guilt from what she had done in order to realize the extent of her love.

He stroked her hair lovingly. I'm not alone in this, he thought, the notion was suddenly his only comfort left if everything didn't go according to plan and blew up in his face. What was that saying? When shit hits the fan... "If she ever found out, I don't know what I could--"

She sat straight up, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as a sudden chill ran down her spine. "Wait. I--"

He tried comforting her, but her body was tense and unmovable. "What's the--"

"Anyone here?" Another cheerful, female voice called out. The sound of bags being dropped on the wooden floor echoed throughout the seemingly empty household.

The female's heart stopped cold. Her nightmare was becoming real... "I thought you said she wouldn't be home until..."

"I know, but she told me that she wasn't coming home for another hour!" He protested, scrambling out of the bed. Why was she home early? Why couldn't she just be diverted from the bedroom for a minute or two...

She climbed out of the bed a moment too late. As soon as the wet sheets slid from her naked form, the double doors to the master bedroom were pushed open to reveal the usually beaming princess, Usagi Tuskino, who was instead staring at the frozen, guilty party with confused, accusing eyes.

"Rei?" She managed to choke out, her voice thick with emotion and disbelief. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, to her head, as she fought to steady herself by groping the door frame for support. Usagi inhaled a ragged, quivering breath through her nose as she watched the two of them glance at each other then slowly at her.

"Usa, this looks absolutely horrendous, but..."

"Please, don't just..."

Usagi wasn't sure anymore who was begging her to listen, she couldn't comprehend exactly what was going on. There had to be some kind of reasonable explanation, this had to be some kind of mistake... her friend, one of her guardians who vowed to be her loyal protector until the day she died wouldn't go off and hurt her like this...

But when she looked over at the guilty male, her breath caught in her throat and lodged itself there. He looked so beautiful, with his dark tousled hair, distinctive handsome features, and tall, muscular build... Usagi couldn't help but to hear the small voice, the tiny evil voice in the back of her head tell her that this was bound to happen, someone so gorgeous as him wouldn't be bound to someone so much less attractive as herself, even if destiny fated them to be. Her eyelids were burning as she let the tears run down her face, one after another, each one hotter and stung more than the last as everything boiled down to the truth before her.

"Oh," Usagi's voice broke miserably as her world crashed around her and her heart burst into pieces at her feet, "Mamo-chan?"