A/N: I'm just full of writing today. I know it's short, but I already put out a chapter, and this was just begging to be posted. Please review Oh, and I had a sudden realization that I had completely left poor Mamo-chan out of the last chapter! He'll have more parts in the future, I promise. Please attribute such inconsistencies with exhaustion.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Kingdom Hearts. If I did, I'd have a pretty transformation sequence and a pretty Keyblade all of my own. And maybe Sora for a pool boy (insert insane cackling here). Note to self, buy a pool.

Chapter 7: Moments in Time

Usagi looked around, desperate to find her daughter in the oppressive darkness. She was about to open her mouth to call to her when a voice filled her mind. Her jaw fell open and her eyes took on a slightly glazed look. She stopped in her tracks, wondering at the beautiful girl's voice filling her head.

"Sailor Moon stop! It's a trap! Get out while you still can! Run!!"

As the meaning of the message connected with her brain, she snapped out of her reverie. Her eyes were able to focus, and she saw something large headed straight for her. She tried to turn and run, but it roughly grabbed hold of her with large, strong arms. She screamed as she was lifted into the air. She could hear the heavy beat of some very large wings. She struggled, kicking and clawing at the thing that had grabber her around the waist, but to no avail. A brilliant light flashed, almost blinding her. Her vision was clear enough to recognize that it was a portal of some sort, though she couldn't see anything about where it opened to. Her last thought before she was dragged through the portal and knocked unconscious was of her daughter and Tuxedo Mask and she called out to her friends, old and new.

"Sora! Mamoru! Everyone! Save her!"

Sora knew as soon as he tumbled into the room that they were surrounded by heartless. The most dangerous part of all was that he couldn't see any of them. His Keyblades were instantly in his hands, and he struck everywhere. His years of practice and skill were exercised in full force as he danced through the room, slicing and stabbing at the masses of shadows. He could feel Donald and Goofy somewhere behind hi, equally serious and responsive. His mind only rested on them for a moment, too caught up in his own charge to think of much else.

The girl.

He halted suddenly, remembering why he was there. He turned back to the only source of light in the room – the door. He saw a couple of the soldiers near the doorway, though he couldn't tell which ones. He could feel all of them and his friends, but no other humans. He whirled, searching for anything, trying not to be overwhelmed.

A sudden flash of light burst through the room and he could see the room teeming with heartless. He shielded his eyes, only to hear Sailor Moon's desperate yell. He tried to turn toward her, but as he did he was attacked from the side by a soldier, and one of his Keyblades was ripped from his hand. He whirled, immediately calling it back to his hand and dispatching the heartless, but by the time he turned back to where Sailor Moon had been, she was gone.

Mamoru had been fighting to get to her, and when he saw her taken through the portal his heart cried out. He had tried to stop her form rushing in, but he had been behind the girls and couldn't stop her. In the darkness, he had lost her. And now, when he couldn't save her, she had been taken prisoner in some unknown place.

He fell to his knees; unbidden tears welled up in his eyes. He had let them both be taken – his daughter, and his wife. He fought the grief filling his heart. They had been through worse, and he knew he would save them. He stood back up, rage overtaking his pain, and he lashed out at the creatures around him. He attacked, his anger flowing into his movements. The last seconds he had seen her replayed in his head as he threw himself at the shadows that were now disappearing. Thinking of shadows, hadn't he seen something go through the portal just before it disappeared? Maybe he was just imagining things.

"Oh no." The taller robed figure stood up straight. His companion turned to look at him. "They're going to take her!" The shorter of the two frowned a little.

"Don't think about it. You can't save her right now, and they need our help." The taller threw his hood back and looked his companion directly in the eyes without his protective cover.

"I refuse to let her be taken. She's too important, and I can't fail here, not this time. If you have to go with them, tell them you don't know where I am, that you never saw me. He can't know, not yet."

The shorter figure raised a hand to stop him, but he was already running toward the newly-opened portal. His robe flowed out behind him, his legs flashing beneath it incredibly fast. His hand reached out to the side, and in his hand appeared a weapon much like the ones Sora was currently using.

In the brief moment before he dove through the portal, he saw Sora looking toward him, but not at him. He knew the light had blinded him, and just when he would have been discovered, a soldier attacked his arm. He nodded, his heart going out to him. Be well, Sora. You have a job to do.

In the seconds that had passed, the battle had raged on. Only two people saw him leap through the portal, and one later came to doubt it ever happened. The other, his longtime friend and companion, called out to him as he leapt from the stone floor. As he soared through the air, he heard with perfect clarity his name ringing out across the room, and he prayed that no one heard.

"Riku!"

A/N: Was it that obvious? Probably, but I don't care. :D