Hey! Here's chapter 6, hope ya like it!

disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or it's characters.

This chapter is where everything FINALLY gets set into

motion. Hope you guys like! I must apologize for that last

chapter; it's never been my favorite, but it was totally and

completely necessary so, well, let's just forget about it and

move on until it gets closer to the end, eh? :)

For those returning readers--BIG change is this chap. Ten

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Chapter 6: Stalkers and Empty Corridors

Author: Adrial

Rating: PG

E-mail: adrial06yahoo.com

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Cruel hands grabbed my body, pulling me into darkness.

My mouth hung open in a silent scream as I tried to run in the

opposite direction. They wrenched me backward again and I lay

limp with exhaustion. A voice pled with me to try to escape

but before I could see the owner's face I was swept beneath a

current of inky blackness.

Clouds shifted from behind my vision, but I didn't open

my eyes. There were voices, crying out desperately for someone,

and I felt myself moving somehow towards them.

In a brutal assualt, waves upon waves of different emtions

barreled into my mind.

Hurt. Agony. Hope. Fear. Pain. Exhaustion. Regret. Loss. I

cried out for them to stop, but with each new cry from the darkness,

I felt as if I were responsible for it all.

Whispers of light flew across my blackened vision and I

parted my eyelids cautiously, but only caught a glimpse of a crystal

blue gaze and wisps of fine, dark hair billowing about me, touched by a

silver glow. I wanted to follow this being, this elusive dream creature that felt so real to me as if I'd seen them before, but he or she or it

was gone before my mind would let me, and I cried out for them.

Faint cries surrounded me, explosions rocked my body, sobs

struck my ears and my heart. And at last a flickering light, blue and

pure flashed before my eyes as I was submerged in the darkness

once again, cold and empty like the lonely night that...

Panting and drenched in clammy perspiration, I leapt from

my laying position and twisted my head around the room violently,

searching for a shadow, a form of some kind. The only shadows were

that over passing nurses walking lethargically outside of the window

near the door. I sighed and waved a hand over the film of sweat

prickling on my brow.

'...cold and empty, like the lonely night that-that what?" I

fought to remember what came next. I felt as if I should have known.

Those voices. They called for me, I knew they did. Had I been there?

Black hair and blue eyes haunted my vision.

My eyes filled with fearful tears and I suddenly felt

claustrophobic. I had to get out of the room.

Scurrying to pull back the thin covers, I unsteadily

stumbled towards the door and cracked it open. Darting my

eyes around, I searched for a familiar face and found it in

my mother. She stood at a counter, tired eyes gazing at a

stack of papers. I uttered her name softly, and she turned

to me, startled.

"Ami-chan! What are you doing up? What's the matter,

dear?" She reached to pull me into her arms and I could not

protest their warmth for I felt so utterly frozen with fear.

She steered me back into my room, which surprisingly no

longer felt quite as small to me with her there.

We sat on the bed for a long while; I fought to control

my emotions desperately, ignoring her inquiries of what had

brought me out of my bed rather than risking the memories of

it all. She sighed, giving up I assumed, and placed a soft kiss

on my forehead.

"Ami-chan, it's all over now. They can't get you

anymore."

I willed myself to believe her and nuzzled deeper into

my covers, seeking comfort in the thin lay of linen and my mother's

palm which rested on my hand, stroking it comfortingly.

My eyes fell shut and I asked her to stay with me until

I fell asleep once again. She pulled a chair to my bedside never

releasing my hand as a dreamless slumber claimed my body.

I awoke hours later to daylight streaming through the

window. The blinking clock next to my bed read 9:17AM and I

let out a painful yawn, wincing as my cheek protested at the

wide movement.

My mother was setting out some clothing on a desk and

she turned to me.

"Hi, sweetie. How are you feeling?"

I smiled weakly and sat up.

"Better. Can we go home now, Mom?" I realized how

uncomfortable I felt in the paper-thin hospital dress and

stale aired room.

"Hai, I brought you some clothes to change into.

They're over on the desk and when you've finished I believe

there are four extremely anxious young women about to beat

down the door to see you."

I giggled softly and accepted the bundle she handed me.

After she closed the door, I pulled on the jeans and shirt

and reached for my jacket and shoes.

I expected a stampede and was not disappointed as I

cracked open the door and walked a few paces toward the waiting

area.

"AMI-CHAN!" Multiplied four times by my friends, my name

echoed off the pink, floral wall-papered walls riotously and I couldn't

help but laugh.

They surrounded me in a huge hug and words of comfort

flowed from their mouths at a 100 mph.

I got the general idea from their hurried voices and assured

them that I was all right, just tired.

Makoto's eyes landed on my swollen cheek and she pounded her

fist in her hand.

"Ami-chan, if they would have let me get at those jerks I

would have fried their asses a long time ago."

I contemplated whether or not to agree with her, but decided

that I didn't need one of my best friends behind bars for assault.

"Thanks, Mako-chan, but I'm pretty sure they've been roughed

up quite a bit already," They eyed me curiously and I realized that

they probably didn't know who saved me.

"Who exactly is responsible for that, Ami-chan?" Usagi began

to smile, probably already guessing the answer.

I blushed slightly, "Z-Zach."

A chorus of "Oooh's!" sounded and Minako nudged me.

"So, coffee boy to the rescue, huh?"

I chose to ignore that.

"And there was one other..." They quirked their eyebrows,

"Zach's friend, Kyle, but I never got to really meet him. He had

exams...," I trailed off, "Look, I'll fill you guys in later, but

before we leave, I have to ask you a question," Ceasing their

giggling and nudging, they looked at me.

"Yeah, Ami-chan?"

"Well, during my...attack...I sent you guys a telepathic

message telling you that I needed help. Where were you?"

I waited for their answer and watched looks of surprise

flash over their faces followed closely by understanding.

"Why don't we wait until we're alone to talk about it,

Ames?" Rei gazed around at the busy people milling around us and

I understood that it had something to do with senshi business.

I nodded and let them lead me to the door. My mother wrapped up

her paper work and joined us.

I said 'bye to them once we got outside and promised to

meet them at 8:00 at the temple to talk that night.

My mother and I spent the day going over the painful

experience of the previous night and I felt considerably better

after talking about it with her. We finally connected on a level

that had nothing to do with my being a senshi. Our conversation

ended with an explanation of the "cute boys" who saved me and

where on earth I had picked them up.

"They didn't make them that cute when I was in college...

what?"

"Nothing, Mom."

A few awkward pauses and heavy blushing later, and

we finally decided to order out instead of cooking. Somehow

gossiping with my mother over an extra-cheese pizza oozing

with grease with a gaurantee of clogging our arteries put me

in a calm place where I could relax and come to terms with

what had happened. Just add it to the list of things for time

to smooth over.

My mother insisted on driving me to the temple, and I

wasn't exactly going to say no after what happened.

I bid her goodbye and walked up the steps, anxious to

find out what had happened while I was pinned to a wall.

I walked through the door and removed my shoes and

jacket, welcoming the sudden blast of warmth. The blizzard warning

had been surprisingly accurate, and a few flakes of white

powder shook off of my jacket as I removed it.

"Rei-chan? You here?" I called out to the empty room.

"Yeah, Ames, we're in my room!" I followed her voice

and walked to her bedroom where all four of them looked to

be in deep discussion about something.

"Hey, minna." I smiled at them. Usagi stood and

embraced me, her eyes filling with contained moisture.

They were melancholy tears, tinged with regret, and I hugged

her tighter.

"I'm alright, Usa-chan, don't worry."

"I know...I know, but we should have been there," She sniffed.

I shrugged, "Well, no offense, but being saved by two

extremely attractive guys kind of beats you guys popping in

to save the day in mini-skirts."

Usagi gasped and the others burst into laughter.

I had no idea what possessed me to say that. It was SO

un-Ami like...but OH so very true.

"You sure you didn't hit your head, Ami-chan?" Usagi

sputtered through giggles.

I plopped next to Minako, accepted her hug, and the

glass of hot tea offered by Makoto. Rei looked at me and

something passed between us. An understanding of some sort.

I smiled warmly at her.

"So, minna, what's up? What happened yesterday?"

I asked, dying to know why they hadn't heard my plea for help.

Rei lead the explanation.

"We were in downtown Tokyo fighting a gang of youma.

And it wasn't your everyday run-of-the-mill youma, either.

It was like...SUPER youma," She winced in remembrance of

the battle.

I gasped, "What happened? Are you all OK?" I

bit back the anger at having not been able to be there to help.

"Well, we did OK, but Usagi has one hell of bruise on

her thigh, and Minako barely missed being turned into a

pile of Venusian ashes."

Usagi gently rubbed her thigh and winced slightly.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't be there, guys," I looked

down at my hands.

"Oh, no, Ami-chan! Don't be! We handled them. You

shouldn't be thinking about that anyway," Usagi looked at

me, worried again.

"We should have been there for you, Ami-chan. I don't

know why we couldn't get your message. Maybe the youma

interfered with our thoughts or something," Makoto took

my hand and offered a look of regret.

"Thanks, Minna-chan."

"Hey, you shoulda seen Tuxedo Kamen!" Rei dissolved

into giggles, "He tried to throw a bouquet of roses at this

one youma that was like a generator or something gasp

and it spit them right back out gasp and up his ASS!"

Rei and Minako fell on top of each other, quaking with

laughter. I couldn't help but join in.

Usagi pouted and stood up, "HEY! You guys didn't

have to stay after and help him REMOVE the stupid things!"

She placed her hands on her hips before joining in our laughter.

We talked for about an hour, similar to my mother's and

my talk earlier, and I felt even better after that, although

I blushed quite a bit more during their conversation.

"Well, at least we know that Zach has it bad for our

little Ami-chan," Minako smiled deviously.

As if on cue, I blushed deeply and denied the comment.

"He does not, he just did what any other decent person

would have done."

"Uh huh, sure," Minako waved her hand as if to dismiss

the thought.

Desperate to change the subject, I turned to Rei.

"So...uh, Rei, how's the concert thing going? Five more

days...," I watched as she smiled energetically as if harboring

a secret.

"Well...actually there's been a little change in plans.

The record company turned it into a ball theme/talent competition

and decided to move it down three weeks," She clapped her

hands together in excitment, "and there are going still

going to be three acts performing. MTV Japan is sponsoring

and they upped the grand prize to..." She took a dramatic

pause, "Fifty grand!"

Collective gasps.

"Damn girl, after you win, I believe you still owe me

ten thousand," Makoto joked, receiving a mock-glare from Rei.

Usagi bounced like a little child in her enthusiasm.

"This is fab-u-lous!" Usagi sang, "I know you'll win,

Rei-chan! It'll be like prom all over again! I have to

invite Mamo-chan."

"You sure he won't still be sitting on a pillow by then?"

"REI!"

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The next day at the mall was devoted to many hours

of frantic dress hunting, as we all had exams the following

couple of weeks and needed to devote our time to studying (or

at least, that was my excuse). We'd each managed to select

a fantastic gown after 6 long, dreary hours. I juggled my

icey blue selection under my arm and vowed never to set

foot into a mall with Minako or Usagi ever again.

Fat chance. I mused.

Before I knew what was happening, I bumped hard against

Usagi who'd stopped to admire a litter of puppies through a pet

shop window and fell forward. I could see Usagi trying to grab

for me like it was in slow motion and waited for the tiled floor

to connect with my still sore cheek. But, thanks to the powers

that be, I fell directly into an unsuspecting passerby's arms. Need

I mention his name?

"Nice to see you again, Ami-chan," I didn't have to turn

my head to see the snickering going on behind my back.

I can't believe I did that...man, does he work out?

Oh...muscles--wait, where am I again?

"Heh heh, sorry about that," I sent a glare to Usagi who

high-fived Makoto surreptitiously from behind her back.

He bent over to pick up my bag and behind him Rei was

mouthing 'Ask him out!' and waving her arms frantically.

My head shook 'NO' so fast that I gave myself a head-ache,

and mouthed 'ARE YOU CRAZY?!'

She nodded.

I shook my head again.

"No, what?" I didn't even see that he had risen again

and was holding out my package to me.

"Oh, um...No--um.."

"Ami-chan, you little klutz! What did I tell you about

bumping in to cute, coffee serving college guys to get dates?"

"Minako!" I would have jumped at her had he not spoken again.

"Nice to see you again, Minako. Hey, Rei," He smiled

affably, and I almost fell over.

"Hey, Zach," Rei stopped for a moment and looked to be

thinking about something.

"Hey Zach, I've been meaning to ask you something."

I knew what she was up to and I stepped behind him

shaking my head again. She ignored me, of course.

"What's up?" He turned to her.

"Well, I told you about that talent competition I'm

going to be in right? It's in about three weeks, and

I'm sure that Ami--ouch!," I nudged her harshly and feigned

innocence.

She rubbed her upper arm. "Right, well it'd be great

if you could come and sorta cheer me on."

Zach's eyes flew to me for a fleeting moment before

returning to hers, "Sure, Rei, I'd love to come. Beats the

hell out of studying for exams," he added with a grin.

"Aren't you going to introduce us to your friends, Zach?"

Makoto was eyeing them like a hungry lioness ready to pounce.

I hadn't even noticed his three companions.

One of them--a guy with chocolate brown hair and equally

brown eyes--stood beside him, practically foaming at the mouth

as he eyed Makoto.

Sweetly grinning to his left, a blue-eyed male with his

blonde hair hidden beneath a baseball hat stood pasting on his

most "alluring" smile which I could picture him staring into

a mirror practicing for hours to perfect.

One remained. I instantly recognized the intense gray

eyes that belonged to Kyle, my other savior.

"Oh, yeah, these are some of my friends--Matt, Jason,

and Kyle. Guys, this is Ami, Rei, Usagi, Minako, and...

I never did get your--"

"Makoto." Makoto supplied eagerly.

"Right, Makoto."

"You guys can come, too, if you'd like. It's a black-tie

kind of thing, though," Rei was staring at Jason who was eyeing

her openly.

"What do you think you're looking at?" She spat.

Jason looked startled and lightly blushed.

His friends chuckled behind him, and he glared in

their direction.

Rather easily, I caught Kyle's gaze and nodded off

in a direction away from our friends. His stoic face cracked

somewhat, and he smiled, following my eyes and me as I walked off.

I felt strangely secure in his presence, while

intimidated by him as well. He must have been at least 6'6',

towering over my own 5'7 frame.

Images of two nights prior flew in front of my eyes,

leaving dry tears in their wake. I didn't know what to say

other than thank you a million times, so I went on impulse

and wrapped my arms around his waist, because I couldn't curl

my petite arms around his neck comfortably without a step

ladder. I was surprised when his arms fell across my back.

"I just wanted to thank you," I said, blushing heavily

at my abrupt action, and released my hold on his rock-hard

torso, "For you know..."

He seemed as surprised as I was, but smiled warmly and

touched my still swollen cheek, "Looks like we shoulda been

there a few minutes earlier."

"You sound like Zach," I said before I could catch it.

He smiled and nodded in his friend's direction, "He's been worried

about you for a while. I couldn't shut the guy up yesterday...but

I'm glad you're OK, Ami."

We shared another smile, whatever else needed to be said was

carried along with it, and turned back to our huddle of

conversing friends.

Why couldn't I be that confident around Zach? I

mused, cursing my timidity.

I suddenly grabbed Kyle's bicep, "Oh, wait," He turned,

"How'd your exam go?"

He cringed, "Let's just say, I'll be kissing a lot

of philosophical ass before we get out for break."

I laughed with him. His face seemed much more relaxed

than it had before. He was definitely the 'strong silent' type

around people he didn't know too well. I felt relieved and

pleased that he'd lost some of his tension around me.

I found Zach's eyes on us as we returned, and if they

weren't already green, I was almost sure they'd be burning

neon as they stared at our obvious 'coziness', if you will.

A definite something passed between the two males'

gaze, but I couldn't decipher what. Whatever the case, Zach

sobered quickly and approached me.

"So...did you and Kyle...uh," He seemed to be at a loss

for the right words.

"I told him thanks," I explained. Why was I explaining?

And why was Zach acting like he was my...

Holy...did I miss something?

"Did he say you're welcome? 'Cause if he didn't I can

always kick his--"

"Zach!" I laughed at his antics and how strangely

he was acting.

His face broke into a grin, the one that made gravity

seem to not exist for me.

"Sorry...but you're feeling OK, right?" His eyes fell

across my cheek.

My hand flew to it, still tender but healing extremely

rapidly. Only a semi-dark shadow of purple/blue (which Usagi

had personally taken upon herself to cover up with what felt

like gallon of concealer) remained atop a barely noticeable lump.

I had taken it upon myself to mentally slow my healing process,

in case people started to wonder how a bruise the size of a

softball disappeared in a day.

"Yeah..."

It was the most intelligent thing I had to say at the

moment because his hand rested on top of my own, shocking me

to my core.

"Well, I guess we'll see you later. Bye, guys--nice

meeting you," Usagi smiled widely and turned to Minako and

Makoto.

Zach removed his hand--a little to quickly for my

liking, Usagi's voice slicing through our quasi-heart felt

moment.

"Bye, Ami-chan," He said, gracing me with another

earth-shattering grin.

"Bye, Zach, see you later,"

Hopefully sooner.

I tucked my long forgotten box beneath my arm and

followed Rei and Usagi who were trying to tear Minako and

Makoto away from Kyle and Matt. The movie we planned on

seeing started in ten minutes and Usagi insisted on raiding

the over priced concession stands beforehand.

46 minutes and 3 boxers of Goobers later...

"Man, that Matt guy was SO hot!"

"Shut up, Makoto! I'm watching the movie!"

"Be quiet, Rei. You know you thought that blonde was cute."

"Did not! He was gawking at me!"

"Ami, what was with you and Kyle getting all COZY?"

"Stop hogging all the pop-corn, Rei-chan!"

"What do you mean cozy, Minako? I was thanking him."

"You know what I mean."

"Get off me, Odango!"

"It was nothing more than that."

"Yeah, well Zach thought it was."

"What do you mean 'Zach thought it was?'"

"Ami, Ami, Ami...you poor child."

"Shut up, Minako. You're just jealous she touched his

'oh so chisled chest'."

"You're one to talk...SPARKY."

Makoto threw a handful of pop corn at Minako's head

and she returned the favor.

"Do you guys mind? Some people are trying to actually

watch the movie.

A tall brunette urned to face us, and we

silmultaneously gasped. I recognized him as Zach's friend,

Matt. I hadn't even realized that they had walked in behind us.

What were they? Stalkers?

Kyle turned around as well, smiling knowingly at me

and then at Minako.

"So, Minako, jealous of me and Ami?"

I took a moment to laugh at Minako's surprised face

and blush at his cynical comment.

"Hey, Makoto thinks I'm hot."

Makoto sunk back in her seat and hid behind her bag

of pop-corn.

"Eavesdroppers," Usagi muttered.

"Well it's not that hard when you're practically

yelling," Jason had joined the conversation now.

"Hey, Rei, do you think I'm cute, too?" He made a

baby face and laughed when she huffed and turned her head

to the screen.

"Jerk," I heard her mumble.

"You know you like it," was his response.

I took the opportunity to excuse myself to go to

the bathroom before anyone brought up anything to do with

me and Zach.

In the bathroom, I ran cool water and splashed my face.

I looked at my cheek and saw that the color had lightened

another shade. Our advanced rates of healing as senshi did

come in handy at times.

Dabbing on some of the Usagi-supplied concealer and a

new layer of lip gloss, I quickly brushed my hair and exited.

I was only half-surprised that Zach was waiting for me.

"Hey," I said, finding it the only coherent thought

flitting around my head at the moment.

"Is the movie that bad?" I joked, grateful for his

smile.

"It is when there are six extremely hormonal co-eds

yelling back and forth in your ear," Zach leaned casually

against the wall.

I rolled my eyes, subconsciously wondering if Jason

would be in one piece by the time we returned.

"How long have you known them--the guys, I mean." I

inquired, having picked up on their tight-nit energy earlier.

His eyes met mine, smiling, "The guys? Forever..."

He laughed, "Jason and I are cousins. At a family reunion

ten years ago he slid his pet lizard up my Aunt Ellen's pants

leg, and I covered for him," He laughed at the memory.

"It was worth missing Disney Land just to see her dance

around in her Mickey Mouse ears hat, running over the entire

MMC in the process."

I laughed with him, falling in love with his infectious

smile all over again.

"The others sort of came along the way; Matt and Jason

got into a fist fight in the sixth grade. Both went home with

bloody noses and have been tight ever since.

"Kyle--Kyle's something," He shook his head, "He looks like a

bad ass, but really, it's all a front," He leaned in towards

me as if about to offer information that the CIA would kill to

acquire, "I caught him crying during the Wizard of Oz when we

were junior counselors at a kids camp one summer."

I laughed out loud, covering my mouth with one hand.

There was NO way I could picture Big Intimidator Kyle getting

all weepy over the munchkin song.

"Dead serious," he said between chuckles. After a minute

or two, he sobered considerably.

"I moved here when I was 13. I thought it was the end of

the world, of course," He talked with his hands, "But some how

we ended up together anyway. Jason's parents took jobs at my

father's company and moved here a year later.

I met Kyle here, in Tokyo, that summer, and Matt visited

so much that he decided to stay and go to college here, too. His

mother goes into cardiac arrest if he doesn't call at least ten

times a day to tell her he's still alive."

A pause followed, and I swallowed.

"Do you miss it there? In America?" I said gently,

wondering if there was any remote possiblity that he'd be

leaving any time soon and fervently praying there wasn't.

He turned to me, staring blankly for a moment as if in

deep thought. Soon it passed, and his face cracked into a smile.

He shook his head.

"No...not as much anymore. Although, I have to admit, it

took some getting used to not having a Waffle House at every corner."

"What's a-a waw-full?"

"Never mind," he laughed. "I'll take you there some day,

Ami," He said softly.

His words, though they weren't anything spectacular, they meant

everything to me.

'I'll take you there...some day.'

It was like a promise for the future, the future

I was--and still am--afraid to imagine for Zach and myself.

"Yo, Braudell!"

Zach's sentence trailed off, and we whipped our heads

around.

"You owe me eight bucks for the ticket you just wasted!"

Matt yelled across the corridor, Kyle and Jason filing out behind him.

Minako's blonde head appeared suddenly from behind Kyle,

who's body had completely hidden her own. She smiled at me and winked.

I could barely believe we'd missed the entire film.

Although, I'd long since forgotten what movie we'd even gone to see.

"C'mon, Rei, you know you think I'm cute, admit it already!"

Jason walked beside a fuming Rei, trying to keep up with her

hurried steps.

She whirled on him, viloet eyes ablaze with agitation,

"Look, you pompous ass hole, if you don't leave me alone,

I will make you."

Jason paused for a long moment, furrowing his brow.

"Alright, I'm going to take that as a yes."

"Ugh!" She huffed and continued towards the exit, a

giggling Usagi in tow.

I moved to follow them, wondering if I should offer to

drive lest Rei should decide to take out her frustrations on

any innocent bystanders on the way home.

A warm hand on my shoulder stopped my bee line for the door.

And there he was.

"Look, Ami, there's this ice-skating thing that the guys

and I are going to tomorrow night. My dad's sponsoring a charity

to raise money for foster kids, and I was wondering if maybe

you'd like to come with me? I mean...us--the guys and me."

His little boy grin masked his nervousness fairly well, and made

him look impossibly cute. I had the urge to brush the fly away

blonde hairs that fell across his forehead and kiss his adorable

nose, but, of course, refrained from doing any such actions.

"Sure, that sounds like fun."

I can't believe he asked me out. Well...sort of, anyway.

He gave a small sigh--I wasn't sure if it was of relief

or because Matt was persisitantly badgering him from behind for

his eight dollars--and smiled widely.

"Great, you can invite the other girls, too. I'm sure the

guys wouldn't mind," He knocked Matt's hand away from his face,

"And you can meet us at Juuban lake at 6:00. That okay?"

The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering in over-drive,

and I knew that if I didn't stop looking at him soon I'd either

pounce on him or faint. Thankfully, they tamed themselves long

enough for me to nod my consent.

We shared a smile, and he gestured towards the theater door.

As we walked, I resisted the urge to reach for his extremely

inviting hand and kept my gaze on the carpet.

Despite the warmth in my heart and the presence of Zach

beside me, the biting wind knawed through my jacket and

relentless chills ascended my spine.

We parted ways, he saying goodbye again, and I smiling

through the locks of indigo hair that flew across my face.

In Rei's car, Usagi absentmindedly flipped through radio

stations, while Rei steamed from her perch in the back seat.

I had my hands firmly clasped at 10 and 2 o'clock and adjusted

my seat so Makoto's long legs could stretch out more.

Minako sat contendedly humming in between the two, every

now and then murmuring "mm hmm's" to Rei who was talking to

everyone and herself at the same time about that "egotistical

jerk."

"Soo...Ami-chan, care to share what you and Zach were

doing all alone in an empty corridor for a half hour?" Usagi

inquired after giving up on finding a suitable station and

leaving it on repetitive holiday music.

"Not exactly, Usagi," I muttered, silently cursing a

black mustang that swerved out in front of me like a bat out

of hell.

"Alright, let me try it another way," she turned her

head to me, "Tell me what you and Zach were doing alone in

a dark corridor for a half hour."

"Talking," I said flatly.

"Talking." She repeated.

"Yes, Usagi, talking, that's all," I took a sharp turn.

"Oh..." She trailed off in voice that clearly stated

'I don't believe you in the least.'

I could see her through my pererphial vision eyeing me

underneath her thick, blonde eyelashes.

Sighing, I glanced at her, "What is it Usagi?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing, Ami-chan."

She knew exactly which strings to pull.

"Usagi, just say it," I said more choppy than I intended.

She seemed unfazed, "Well...Zach seems to really be, I don't

know," She paused in search of the right word, "Infatuated--with

you, that is."

Infatuated?

"And how do you figure that Usagi?" I gulped,

feeling suddenly very uncomfortable.

She craned her neck to peer into the rearview mirror,

"Well, if he weren't, he wouldn't be following our car right now."

SCWEEEERRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVV!

I blanched and slammed on the breaks, sending Usagi

flying towards the dashboard, and if not for the seatbelt

fastened around her torso, she would have been lying unconscious

half-way through the window by then.

"WHAT?!"

"Ami-chan! What the hell are you doing?!" Rei screeched

from behind Usagi's seat.

A chorous of obscene curses and honking horns sounded

from outside.

Usagi turned her head slowly, smiling deviously.

"Oh...never mind, guess that wasn't him."

ta DA! And there lies another installment of "To Go, Please."

sneaky grin It's getting so good! hehehe...

I just love writing this stuff! It's so much fun for me.

I've stayed up like an addict, writing non-stop till the

early morning hours. I must have rewritten some parts

twenty million times already! I hope you guys like the ways

things are going to far!

--Adrial

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