(A/N: I really don't know whether to be angry or happy at the number of reply's I have gotten from the authors note. I want to make this clear for those of you that complained or didn't reply because of anger. I was threatening to take down the story, yes. But not in order to get good reviews. (though I thank all of you who did reply positively) I actually didn't care what type of reply people wrote as long as I knew people read it. By sending me a review saying I read your A/N, was all I actually wanted to continue this story. I personally like this story. But several of you almost never review. And I fear that may sometimes lead me to believe that no one is reading it because of something that they didn't like or they got bored. If in a month...I only receive two reviews that doesn't urge me to go on. So I beg of you all, I am not psychic....nor do I wish to open my email and find a pretty virus from a abused reviewer who got carried away when I removed a story because he/she never reviewed. I know I am being a pain in the ass, but if this happens again, I will post up another A/N to remind you guys that no one is reviewing. I do not wish to post up trash. I am aware I criticize much, but I use that same criticism on myself. I hope all if not most of you understand my meaning and reason for such a....what was it called in a review..."A threat". I get writers block, and I try to make up for it, because I know what its like to wait forever and have a sucky-ass chapter. I do not wish to waste your time, and again, any form of review is appreciated as long as I know the reviewer exists and reads this story or this one chapter.

Thank you

Teresa

(Purplesailorstar))

"Diana, I can't take much of this anymore...please...a hotel..." Ami was finally in Virginia. Being two in the morning and having been walking for four miles from a subway that was six beautiful miles away from the airport, wasn't an experience that left Ami overtaken with joy and happiness. She trudged behind the cat with a large suitcase. A Sansonite, the color light blue. One that was rescued in the seventies in Miami beach. The details in which Ami had found it and where, was unknown because it seemed better to keep the lack of information that way. Her eyes sagged and her heels throbbed to the point of remaining a cripple even after she stopped moving. Diana, all the while, skipping merrily. They stopped before a house. Tall thick walls bordering it but not hiding the top of the diagonal roof. An unwanted overpopulation of vines and jasmine's covering almost all the walls in seeming view. Little of the number near the entrance showed. But all the same, they strolled through and reached the front door. A carved oak door. The portrait of a girl with sharp Odango's and large eyes. A man in a tuxedo hugging her from behind. Ami reminded herself to admire the actual carving and home after she went to sleep.

RRRRINGGG

Diana jumped again and hit the bell a second time with her nose. Laud clashing were heard from the inside of the house. Clangs and Bam's where aloof, and Ami looked around the windows in terror, each room lighting up within eye contact. The door unexpectedly flew open and slapped loudly against the wall. Standing boldly in the doorway was Usagi. In her nightgown and slippers she was growling with intensity. Her long golden locks carried in a braid.

"What the hell could you want at this frickin' hour???" she yelled angrily. Her cheeks reddening as she screamed.

Diana looked at Ami and noticed she was speechless. Diana stepped forward.

"Usagi, I brought Ami to help in..."she stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed her awful stare.

"No.........I left all of you behind! Why the hell are all of you here???" Her form neared Ami menacingly.

Diana continued speaking in precise English.

"It is only Ami and I."

Usagi looked at the cat again and sighed. One of feverent frustration.

"What is that you want? And what are you? Diana?"

Diana's forehead vein pounded.

"Yes, Usagi....and I have brought Ami to help you in –"

"In making your art worldwide." Ami cut in. And silence filled the situation. Oh, the irony of it all. Usagi stared at the blue haired woman. A sudden mature ness weighed her features, and the dawn's light was a lack of help.

"Why in the world would you do that?" her voice was low. No longer did she seemed angry, only bothered. As if Ami were another girl scout ringing the door nonstop for cookies.

Ami swayed, her smile quirked for a moment, and she shook her head.

"I....I..."

"You.....what?" Usagi urged on annoyed. Her body leaning lazily against he door frame. She had grown utterly thin. Dangerously thin. Her ears bloated in earings with hoops and beads.

"I was fired. People don't want a fired female doctor in Japan. Its not possible for me to go anywhere without having heard of the 'famous' Ami. I had girls who described me as they're role model. I have nothing. I bumped into Diana and..." Ami was talking fast and hastily. Usagi had her eyes narrowed and yelled for her to shut up.

Ami stared at Usagi in amazement. Had she changed so much, that no longer did she care for what she had to say?

Usagi walked back inside leaving the door open. Ami took the hint and stepped in. A deafly quiet Diana behind her.

An empty white living room. A blanche kitchen, and a grand stairway inbetween. Ami felt not as tired as she now felt impressed. The house seemed evacuated.

Usagi was gone, and Ami went up the spiraling staircase. Reaching the top, A door stood before her. She pried it open and gasped. Canvas' by the million covered the floor all surrounding a large futon embellished with pillows. The circular window in the opposite wall let the pureness of the day's light flow through. Overflowing each charcoal figure, each brush stroke and each color gleam and fill with life.

But the one who captured her attention the most, was the one covered by a large white sheet. The only one. And it was put to the corner of the room. A shadow of soft gray welcoming it. Carefully, she made her way to it, and reached for the coarse vanilla fabric.

"What are you doing??"

Ami turned around to find Usagi next to her and holding folders. Thick, and filled with paper.

"I ...." Usagi's face remained suspicious. "I was admiring your masterpieces."

Usagi's eyebrow lifted.

"Masterpieces, now?" She shoved the several folders to Ami's arms and went back to her futon. She layed down and sighed softly.

"I don't have a phone, but I expect you do. You'd be out of contact with Motoki if you didn't. leave it on the covered 'masterpiece'."she emphasized the word and yawned while curling under several sheets.

"Oh, and if I find out you have seen what's under the cloth, I will kill you." She finally had fallen asleep. And her hand drooped gracefully by her hip. The other lightly touching the beloved pillows.

In curiosity, Ami skimmed through the pages in one folder and had a great urge to cry. It was order form after record of sold items after filled order forms and envelopes of wads of cash, a loose $100 here and there. All three folders were almost equally the same in content and sight.

Exasperated and feeling heavy, Ami stumbled back down the stairs. Diana waited sitting patiently and unbelievably silent. Ami glanced at her watch.

"Six in the morning here in America." Grumbling, she stuffed at the doorstep the folders in her suitcase and went to the nearest inn. To her dismay, by the time she reached the bed in a soft and utterly delicious nightgown with the coolness of the room, her phone was ringing. Diana looked in on it and called out to a frustrated Ami.

"Its Usagi, I know the number, its her."

Ami threw her arms back and groaned.

"God, why me? Why us, the little people????? Whatever happened to Bill Gates and Brad Pitt?Arggghhh!!!" She punched the pillow and had the dying need to smash the phone. She grabbed it and pressed the pretty green button. 'Here' she thought, 'is where my everything, will never be enough. I just hope that some of what memory I have of a serious Usagi's likes and dislikes can help.'