Moving Changes

Author's Notes: Hello, dearest readers! For some reason in my last chapter, the thoughts of the characters weren't italicized, making them hard to read. I'll try and fix that. More apologies for tardiness (*sweatdrop*) and multiple "thank-you"s to Fairy-Hyper-Digi-Princess, Twinsnake Coatl (take your time!), Amethyst Serenity, Blue Jello (Again, take your time, hun ^_~) Mercury Angel, Sailor Mairz, Marni, Taura Callisto, BenRG (thanks for the rating! I'm trying to improve ^_^), and Moonie Chef for reviewing! Enjoy the next chapter!

*Brrrrrrriiiiiiiing*

Mamoru looked up from the conversation he, Si, and Drew were having about dumb youma and different forms of attacks as the phone rang.

*Brrrrrrriiiiiiiing*

Scooting away from the table, he picked up the phone on its second ring. "Hello?" His eyes widened, "Kent?"  Si and Drew looked up, interested, and Mamoru's brow knitted a bit. "Hold on, I'll put you on speakerphone." Reaching back to the phone's console, he pushed a button. The low, cultured voice of Kent rang over the speakerphone, "Can they hear me?"

"Yeah," Si shouted back.

Mamoru hung up the phone and talked to the speaker, leaning on the kitchen counter, "So why are you calling us at this time of night? It's ten o' clock there; Shouldn't you be either be sleeping, studying, or partying?"

"I should," the voice replied, "But I'm too busy worrying where the youma I fought this afternoon came from." A collective breath was taken in around the room and the dark haired host frowned.

"Shimatta," He cursed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration, "I knew as soon as we were reborn that this peace wouldn't last for long. Damn," he sighed, "Well, at least we started your training, right, Kent?" A nervous chuckle came over the intercom.

"I've got the dome down pat, but…uh…," Kent continued wryly, "My boomerang flattened Santa's workshop before it cut the Christmas tree youma out of the picture." Mamoru's fist lightly banged the counter before running discouraged through his hair again, a bad habit picked up during his two years at Harvard.

"Shoot," his hand paused at the back of his head as he thought of something. His eyes widened and his arm dropped to his side as he leaned forward, "Wait a sec- Santa's workshop?! Where were you?"

Kent sighed, "Burlington mall."

"What were you doing there?"

"Discovery Channel Store: Telescope planet filters for Nev." Mamoru gave a short laugh and a smile.

"You do know there's one in Harvard Square, right?"

"WHAT?"

"I don't know how you missed it, we walk by it all the time." A deep breath in and then a groan sounded over the phone. "Did anyone see you?"

Kent considered the question, "Well, there was a whole crowd watching while I killed the youma. They applauded at the end and everything. But they didn't see me transform to or from General form. I transformed behind a shelf while everyone was gaping at the youma, but after I destroyed it, enveryone gaped at me, so I had to teleport out of there. I also forgot my car. Had one Hell of a time trying to explain to Bill why I needed a ride to the mall to pick up my car."

Mamoru sighed and leaned back on the counter, "At least you've mastered teleporting. I'll call Usagi, though. We need to have a Senshi meeting."

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All was quiet in the Tsukino household, save for the occasional giggle floating down the stairs and the rustle of newspaper pages being turned. Kenji Tsukino, man of the house and business columnist for the San Francisco Chronicle, savored the silence of the after-dinner peace from his spot at the kitchen table. A ring from the phone disturbed the peace, however, forcing the Japanese man to look up from his paper. Mentally remembering the spot in the article where he stopped in the late-edition news, he called out to his wife, "It's for me Ikuko. I'm expecting a call from work." He walked over to the phone, picking it up to answer, only to hear the voice he once loathed most, "Hello?"

"Hello Tsukino-san," he heard in Japanese, "this is Chiba Mamoru. May I speak to Usagi-chan, please?"  Kenji sighed.

"Sure, why not."  Kenji had never really adjusted to the shock that his little girl was a super-heroine-dash-princess who would at a later point rule the world, but he liked the fact that a man four years her senior was her fiancé even less. He was resigned to his little girl's fate, however, and harangued Mamoru about the relationship with his daughter less than ever now. The elder man called up the stairs to his daughter, "Usagi! Mamoru is on the phone!" Then the sound of her picking up the line and her cheerful greeting reached Mamoru's ears.

"Mamo-chan!"

"Usako." He sighed, "No time for pleasantries, we've got Senshi business on our hands." He heard her groan,

"Again?"

"Yes. Kunzite killed a youma earlier this afternoon." Usagi perked up immediately.

"Then the enemy isn't as hard as the Sailor Animates! Great! We can handle it." Mamoru smiled slightly on his end of the line, though Usagi couldn't see.

"My Usako, always the optimist. They aren't as dangerous to us, but the others in Japan should be notified, just in case this is bigger than it looks and they have to come short notice. Can we all come over to discuss the threat? Or wait till later?" Usagi considered for a while,

"Well, I hate to ruin the sleepover, but since it's so urgent…I'll ask 'tousan. Hold on," She ran down the stairs to her father, who was still in the kitchen. He looked up from the paper at the sound of her clunking down the stairs. "Otosan," she started, "May Mamoru, Si, and Drew come over? It's Senshi business. Seriously.  We may have a new enemy on our hands."

Placing the paper down on the kitchen table, Usagi's dad looked at her, exhaustion in his eyes. Just his luck that his reading time was the same time as when the parties started. "Does it have to be now, Usagi?"


"Yes, Otosan." He sighed in defeat, waving his hand.

"Fine, go ahead. Don't be too loud, though. Shingo has some friends over too." Usagi nodded her head eagerly. "Run along," he sighed, picking up his paper again. She ran back up the stair to her room again, picking up the phone as Haley and Makoto looked eagerly on.

"You can come," she said brightly. Mamoru nodded, even though she couldn't see him on the other side of the line.

"Great. Be right over. Bye Usako, see you soon."

"Bye Mamo-chan." She placed the phone back on the receiver. Makoto and Haley looked at her.

"Well, spill, girl. What's up?"  Usagi looked serious.

"We've got trouble, guys. New enemy on the rise. Makoto, page the Senshi."

"Hai!"

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"Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep…Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep…Beep." Minako looked up from her manga, laying on her bed, as she slowly registered what the sound was. She gasped.

"AH! My communicator!" That thing hasn't rang in over a month! She hurried to her desk and whipped it out.  "Hello?"

"Minako-chan! How are you doing?" a clear high pitched voice rang over the receiver. Light bloomed on Minako's face.

 "Usagi-chan?"

"Of course! Who else?" the girl on the other side giggled, " Listen, though. Kunzite's found a new enemy- he fought a youma in the mall this afternoon." Venus jumped up, standing ready to run for no apparent reason.

"Oh my gosh! Did he make it through? We can't lose our members again." She started pacing, "There's a limit on how many times you can be reborn, you know! If that youma is anything like the Sailor Animates…and he's a rookie…and fighting by himself- no Sailor Moon or anything!- and-"

Usagi's face on the small viewscreen showed surprise at how worked up her friend was getting. She hadn't thought before Mina was that much of a worry-wart.  She must be spending too much time with Rei and Ami! "Mina-chan! Calm down! He's fine, we're fine, he destroyed it by himself, and the only thing we have to worry about is how big the enemy is- that is, how many minions, and how big is the driving force. Ok?"

Minako nodded, and halted speaking immediately. Taking in a calming breath at Usagi's reassuring Odango-framed face over the communicator, she nodded. Her princess gave her a reassuring smile, dimples showing and blue eyes glowing, and continued.

"Ok. You need to get a serious update here! Could you contact the other? Oh, and I don't think we should bother the outers with this yet, K? It's not very serious, we can handle it." Usagi waved her hands as dismissing the idea entirely. Minako, still skeptical, rolled her eyes. "Now hold on and connect to the others. The whole gang's over here, and we're going to try something, k?" She disappeared from the picture for a moment while Minako punched the keys that would connect her to Rei and Ami. She patiently explained the situation, waiting for Usagi to get back on the line. Usagi's screen popped back on, but it looked like someone had pressed the zoom out button. Ami stared in wonder at the difference in the screen, and then she, Rei, and Minako were staring at all the people on the screen the y oculd see. Id displayed Usagi's room with Her, Makoto, two strangers, Si (Zoicite) and…

"Mamoru?!" The older man smiled charmingly, albeit a little nervously.

"Surprise!"

"I'd say surprise!" Rei's eyes blazed as she yelled through the transmitter, "What are you DOING there, Mamoru? Did you leave in the middle of the semester? WHAT in the NAME of SWEET EARTH IS GOING ON?!" Mamoru flinched slightly.

"Well, it's a long story. To be truthful," he said changing the subject, "it doesn't matter. We've got a problem here in the States. We have a new enemy on our hands- what to we do about it?"

"Get rid of it!" Rei snapped irritably, "I'll get a fire reading on it, if you like, but SERIOUSLY, Mamoru! Why aren't you on the East coast with Kunzite solving the problem? Why aren't you on the East coast, PERIOD?" Mamoru couldn't see below her shoulders on the transmitter hooked up to the computer monitor they were looking at that had the three Senshi  as they were viewed on the watch-sized communicator blown up so all could see, but he could tell she had her hands on her hips. And, if he were there, he'd be in serious trouble."

"Trying to get an internship, having a teaching job. Back to the enemy. Kunzite defewated a youma on his own. He's a rookie, first fight. They have weak youma, but what about the driving force? Will we need another Senshi down here? And Si," he turned away from the communicator and to the young man, "You need to get the other two of your group down here ASAP," he said, "We need to awaken them soon, because this could be a little 'who cares?' enemy…or…this could be an enemy which will have us all reborn. Again. Because we'll die trying to get rid of it. At this stage, you never know."

Everyone sat for a minute, pondering his words. Rei stared over her shoulder, apparently at the fire room behind her. Minako looked at an unseen point beyond the communicator, concentrating fiercely. Ami was typing madly into her computer, until there was no more information to reap from its sources. Drew and Haley were extremely uncomfortable, fidgeting on their seats on Usagi's bed. Si was very worried. Silence. Minako broke it, though.

"I'm coming. Tomorrow. I talked to my agent this morning. I'll be fit modeling for Esprit in San Fran next Tuesday, so I'll just tell my agent to send me earlier."  She swung into full leader-of-the-Senshi mode. "Si, talk to your general friends. Get them to California, to Usagi and Mamoru. Don't care how, blackmail them if you must, but we need the manpower. Don't worry," she stated, "about the enemy not coming to us. They always came to Tokyo, right? They came to me in England. That's where the greatest power source at the time came from, so the struck there. Mamoru was in Boston. His Golden Crystal has enormous power, which does have residue. They attacked there. And once we all go to California, all the attacks will be concentrated there. Until then, we're in danger of not knowing where they're going to strike- not just in a city scale like before, but on a world-wide scale." She let them absorb that a moment, then continued, "So I'm going, Si, you're getting people, Kunzite should stay put where he is until all remnants of Mamoru's Golden Crystal is gone, Rei, you'll stay at home incase Ami or I leave any residue- because of your temple duties you'll be called only when absolutely necessary." Rei sighed, and nodded-she hated missing a fight- "Ami, come to California ASAP, and Californians, stay where you are." Minako was taking full charge as leader now, "Keep your eyes out for any activity, Senshi. Page me if you see anything, and I'll be there soon." She fell out of the role as soon as she fell into it.

"Well, I've got to go have lunch now," she called cheerfully, "Bye!" and hung up her communicator, leaving the rest of the Senshi staring where she once was. Usagi broke the silence with a giant yawn.

"Well, now that that's settled, we can all go to bed. Call again in the morning if you need to, guys. Bye." She promptly turned and cuddled against Mamoru's arm. Within a few seconds she was asleep.

"Well," Makoto started with an amused smile, "I guess that wraps up the meeting. Bye guys. Ja ne," she said to Rei and Ami, who said goodbye back, and they all turned off their communicators.