Well…I think this may be the last chapter, but if it is I promise an epilogue. I'm not sure if it will turn out good…I always type these things up before I actually start writing. Well, kudos to all you out there writing fanfics, and although I am trying to type this in a half hour, I hope it will come out right. Thank you to all faithful reviewers, you've inspired me to no ends.

Disclaimer: If Sailor Moon were mine, Mamo-chan would be mine. Then I wouldn't come out of my room, now would I? 0.o

Mamorou had not been to the Crown arcade in nearly two months. But today, he realized that he had not bought any groceries, and found himself unable to do even the simple task of getting some. So he went to the Crown.

The tinkling noise of the bells dragged pain all across his heart, but he instead it as best as he could and sat down, in the stool he recognized as his used-to-be usual.

"Ohayo, Mamorou-kun! I can't believe you're here!" Motoki put on a friendly smile. He was told of Usagi's death, and had mourned with the rest of them, but he also was the first to realize if Usagi were alive, she would have burned them all at the stake for abusing life so badly.

Mamorou nodded. "Ohayo, Motoki-kun. Do you think I could have a coffee, and a hamburger and some fries?"

Motoki nodded. "Coming right up!" And he walked away.

"Long time no see, Mamorou-san." The raven-haired man turned around to see Minako, Makoto, Ami and Rei standing despondently behind him.

"Konnichi'wa." He greeted them. "How're you holding up?" He had noticed Rei's gaunt, hollow eyes, and remembered what he had heard about her not speaking since the battle.

Ami was clutching a pair of books to her chest, and stared at the floor. Makoto's fists were clenched, so hard that nail marks could be made in the skin. Minako, despite her pale face, managed a smile.

"We're fine. And you?"

He shrugged, never revealing how he truly felt. "Fine. What're you all doing here?" There was a pause, and Ami answered, her voice soft.

"We really don't know."

Motoki came out, juggling Mamorou's order, and stopped when he saw the girls. Apparently. They had been to the Crown as much as Mamorou had been.

"Ohayo, Minako-tachi! How are you? I haven't seen you in ages!" They all nodded absentmindedly at him, but he grinned, undeterred.

"I'll bring you all back some milkshakes, ok?" And once more, he disappeared into the back.

The girls walked over to a corner booth, silent as always. Motoki came back and handed them their drinks, which they sipped at contritely, as if they shouldn't drink it if Usagi couldn't.

The bells tinkled, but Motoki, who was getting another couple's order, never looked up. Minako, out of an age-old habit, craned her neck so she could see. A soft gasp left her lips, and all the senshi, as well as Mamorou, turned to look.

A girl with dark violet eyes and shoulder-length black hair stood in the doorway, a sly smile playing on her lips. With sure, slow steps, she walked over to a booth and sat down, staring out of the window as if waiting for someone.

"Is that—Hotaru-chan?" Ami whispered. No one said a word, waiting for what she was waiting. In a moment, the bells tinkled again, but the persons face was hidden this time but a white parasol. In fact, it was two people, but they could only say so by the shadowy figures seen.

The people walked over to Hotaru's booth, and her face lit up as they sat down. She leaned in, and they took down the parasol.

Haruka and Michiru smiled gaily as Hotaru said something to them, and their laughter floated towards the inner senshi. Before Motoki could see them, however, they stood up, and the trio began to walk away.

Mamorou couldn't stand it. These people, he hadn't seen or heard from in two months and who had just lost someone they should care for deeply, were without a care in the world! With a low snarl, he jumped off the stool and went to the doors.

"Hello, Haruka-tachi." He said in perfect English. They seemed to not recognize him at first, before a spark flew into their eyes.

"Hi, Mamorou-san!" Michiru smiled at him, and Haruka merely snorted. Hotaru looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"How are you?"

The three simple words couldn't get Mamorou angrier.

"How can you act like that?" He hissed, and they all looked startled. "The most important person in our lives is dead, and you can't even show some decency?"

Haruka's face turned red. "Why you sniveling little brat—," What she would have done next was forestalled as Michiru put a claming hand on her wrist.

"I don't like assumptions, Mamorou-san. You assume we do not care. You assume too much."

Haruka let in a snide remark. (A/N: I saw this somewhere and I just had to use it!) To assume makes an ASS out of U in front of ME."

Mamorou's face colored. "Have you no shame?"

Before Haruka could kill him on the spot, Michiru pressed something into his hand, grabbed the arms of her two companions and marched briskly outside.

Mamorou gazed unhappily at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, and found an address written on it. In neat, curvy script, he read:

"Answers lie here. 26, Ai District, Red House on the Corner."

The inner senshi, he found, had peered over his shoulder and read the slip of paper.

"Should we go and see what it is?" Makoto asked. Ami shook her head after a thoughtful pause.

"Maybe you should wait until tomorrow. We should regroup…"

"No way!" Minako was quick to say, and they could already see a spark in her eyes as a real smile lit her face. "I have the feeling this has to do with Usagi-chan!"

It was the first time someone had spoken her name in almost two months, and that was enough for them. Out of a unanimous decision, they left.

"So guys—," Motoki stopped when he realized no one was seated there. "They didn't even pay! Or eat!" The dripping milkshakes were still on the table, and while all the fries were gone, the hamburger was only half done. With a sigh, he began to clean up.

"Excuse me sir," a voice spoke behind him. He turned, and with wide eyes, Motoki felt as if the world was beginning all over again.

"Well. This is it."

Minako looked up at the red brick house, with white doors and open windows, the epitome of homeliness. White cotton curtains blew outside in the wind, and the door was open.

It was a far drive in Mamorou's car to the Ai District, as it was in the country. A meadow surrounded the house. The senshi stood, at a loss for what to do, until a voice startled them.

"Oi! Justin, if you touch my hammer one more time…!" The threat hung emptily in the air. A pair of inquisitive blue eyes was seen, followed soon after by a boy with blonde, curly hair. He was laughing, and waving a hammer in the air as he sprinted out of the back of the house. There was a clanging noise, followed by a string of curses.

"Ah, Keith! That little baka took my hammer again! I don't know what he thinks he's going to do with it, and he knocked the ladder down!"

There was a pause, followed by a thump.

"There you go, Nick, climb on down. Zach's gone with those other three, so we'd better get going. I'll bet you anything that's where Justin is going."

A moment later, three boys emerged, never noticing the senshi, hidden by bushes; all had long hair, one brown, one blonde, and one white.

They all began to lope steadily east, and after a pause, the senshi followed. It wasn't a very long run, only over a hillock before they could see a big blanket set on the ground, and a white parasol set firmly next to it and open.

Michiru grinned widely at Haruka and laughed. Hotaru was trying desperately to get the hammer from Justin. He had the tool in one hand, and a watermelon in the other.

"No! Justin, it'll make a mess!"

He stuck his tongue out. "This is the fun way! Besides, how else do you expect to open—!" Justin grunted as he tripped and hit the ground. Hotaru ran over and secured the watermelon, before chiding him.

"That's what you get for stealing Nick's hammer again, you know he hates that!" And in a moment, she had conjured up her Saturn glaive.

"So much for our theory about them forgetting who we are," mumbled Ami. She and the others were hidden securely by the hillock, peering over every now and then.

"Is Usagi-chan down there?" said Makoto, struggling to see. Mamorou looked, then shook his head.

"But it seems they're waiting for someone."

Hotaru sliced the melon neatly, and placed the slices on a plate. She sat down and glanced at a slim watch on her hand, then lay down.

"Hey! You little surazo, give me my hammer back!" The other boys made their presence known.

Justin wrinkled his nose. "Little monkey? Come on, I've heard worse." Before Nick could make a retort, from the other side of the meadow came three figures. One was much shorter than the others, and it ran ahead, then stopped, turned around and grabbed onto the second shortest hand.

As the came closer, it was easy to tell that the taller figure was Motoki. In his hands he held a big picnic basket, filled with food from the arcade. Next to him was a young woman, wearing a resplendent white sundress, but a large, floppy, white hat hid her face. Behind her was a child, burying her face inside the dress so that she too was unrecognizable.

Mamorou felt his heart stop in his chest. Was that Usagi? Maybe the girl was Chibiusa? But no, with disappointment, he saw black hair sticking out from the little girls face.

"Ohayo!" Michiru greeted them. "We were just about to start. I think our other guests are here also."

The senshi were too in shock to move as Hotaru scrambled up to them, her eyes vivid. "Come on, let's go!" She took Minako and Makoto's hands, and dragged them down as the others followed silently. They did not glance at the shittenou, and the boys grew troubled looks.

"Ohayo, Haruka-tachi!" Motoki greeted them, then mock glared at the inner senshi. " You guys didn't pay!"

"We'll do so next time…" Makoto muttered. Motoki's brow creased.

"Now, how can you still be so upset?" Haruka shot him a loaded glance, and he nodded his head in understanding. "Ah, you don't know yet. Well, may I ask when you'll tell them?"

Keith sighed. "Might as well start now." He looked to the inners and Mamorou. "We all woke up, but I think we did so about two days after you did. For some reason, we seemed badly injured, and the ground around us was all torn up."

"Later we found out there had been a hurricane," Zach continued. "And some explosives had detonated. Our parents found us…and Serena." When there was no response, Nick took over.

"She was badly injured. We could barely see her for all the blood. Justin and I managed to crawl over and stop some of the bleeding until the paramedics arrived. She was in a coma for about a month. During that time, our memories were very, very screwed up, and we didn't know who you were. You were phantoms in our dreams."

"That was hard." For once Justin was serious. "Knowing that something important had to be done, and fast. When Sere woke up, she didn't remember a thing either. For about a week, we were fine. Then my mom and dad told us they were going to Japan on a business trip, and we were to come with them. The guys came along, of course, and Hotaru-chan and Michiru-san had a rehearsal here."

"We were looking for food." Michiru tilted her head to the side. "And we had to stop because of an accident, so we took a detour. Then we turned down Serena's old street. The house was enough to open a floodgate of memories. She broke down and started crying in the car."

"We couldn't find you." Hotaru spoke up. "We felt like we had failed you, and Serena was an emotional mess, with all her memories just as muddled as ours were. About two days ago, the whirlwind came to a stop, and we were at peace. Then we went about the task of getting you back."

Haruka leaned back lazily. "The logical step was to, of course, call your homes, but we were stopped every time. We could not bring ourselves to do it."

"So they thought to use me." Motoki ended. "They would give me something, and I in turn would give it to you, so that you could meet here."

There was a pregnant pause, in which no one uttered a word.

"Where is Usagi-chan?"

No one knew at first who spoke the words, and everyone looked around nervously. At last, a soft gasp arose from Ami, who was looking at the girl next to her. Rei had tears falling down her face, and her voice was hoarse from weeks of ignorance as she tried again.

"Where is my friend?"

The woman underneath the hat removed it, and long, golden hair fell haphazardly. A few tears gathered in her cerulean eyes, and behind her, a child with pink hair peeked out and smiled widely. On her head sat Luna, prim and proper as always. Usagi had bargained with Selene for the cat, and had won.

Usagi winked. "Did ya miss me?" There was a shocked silence, before she shook her head.

"Must I cheer you on?" She broke out unto a huge smile. "I'm back minna! I'm back." And she was enveloped by their arms, pulling her down onto the grass, as she laughed harder than she had in a long, long time.

Next chapter's the last one!