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A new review! Hello, Mystlady. I'm glad you are enjoying this story, too. I appreciate the comment about not being overly descriptive. I just finished writing another one-shot last night (a Silver Millennium story that has to go through my beta reader, Ree, before I post it), and I was wondering whether or not I was being descriptive enough. I like to leave some things to the imagination, but I also want them to be the right things. Please let me know if you think I'm not being descriptive enough! I kinda blow that a little in this chapter, though, don't I? Hahaha… Oh, and thank you for the comment on the flow, too. I work very hard at that! I'm always asking Ree and Elflina (my other sometimes beta reader) to check it for me when they are proofing.- Raya

Chapter 3 – Rainy Moon

Tsukino Usagi Lady Serenity, Princess and Heir to the Moon and the Neo-Silver Millennium, Royal Princess of Earth, Crystal Tokyo, and the Neo-Golden Kingdom of Elysian, and, under the title of Sailor Moon, the Champion of Love and Justice, Defender of the Earth stared at her lifelong nemesis with all the indignation her 17-year-old body could hold. Her mother matched her glare for glare as Sailor Pallas, Sailor Juno, Sailor Ceres, and Sailor Vesta watched the battle uncomfortably.

"Why can't I go!" she wailed angrily, hands fisted at her sides.

"I've TOLD you why," Neo-Queen Serenity replied tightly trying desperately to hold on to her temper. "You heard the reports…"

"They're just rumors! Mars and Venus are being paranoid after that incident a few years ago with Empress Night and you know it," Princess Lady said, interrupting her mother impatiently. "You just don't trust me!"

"That's not true…"

"Yes it is! You never let me go ANYWHERE!" Neo-Queen Serenity's eyes widened indignantly at this exaggeration. "I may look 17, but I am 910 years old. When are you going to let me do what I want to do?"

"Small Lady…"

"I'm not small anymore! I've grown up. When are you going to accept that?"

"When you act it!" the queen snapped angrily. She felt an instant of regret, but it was drowned by the anger she felt towards her stubborn, frustrating daughter. The four watchers gasped in disbelief.

Princess Lady stared at her, pale with shock. For a long moment, silence filled the conference room. Then, trembling with fury, the princess took turned and walked out. Silently, the queen watched her go.

"That…" Sailor Ceres started, and then stopped as Neo-Queen Serenity turned to look at her with burning, angry eyes. Trembling, the girl just shook her head and left the room to find her friend. Sailor Pallas, Sailor Juno, and Sailor Vesta followed her, giving the queen shocked, disbelieving looks.

The queen continued to stand and stare at the door for another minute. Slowly, the anger melted away, and her eyes filled up with tears. "Small Lady… I'm so sorry…" she whispered as she sank to the floor. Putting her face in her hands, she began to cry quietly in the empty room.

The four young senshi powered down as they began to look for their friend. As usual, Celeste was wearing a dress. Today, it was a casual golden sweater dress with a rolled neckline and a filigree chain belt around the waist. Bessa wore black jeans and a red turtleneck under a black sweatshirt. June also wore jeans, although hers were light tan. Her cream sweater had a green grapevine pattern winding around it. Pallas wore her beloved dark blue capris with a pale blue sweater. The sweater fell off of one shoulder, revealing the strap of a dark blue tank top, the same color as her pants.

After 10 minutes of searching, they had finally found her coming out of her room. She had changed out of her formal princess attire and into a dark, knee length denim dress with a white turtleneck covered in small pink hearts. They saw the tears on her face as she looked at them then turned and walked off down the hall.

"Lady-chan…" Celeste said quietly, eyes filled with sympathy.

"I don't want to talk about it," Lady replied wiping tears of fury and hurt off her face. She continued to walk down the hall, heading towards the gardens. Her friends had to hurry to keep up. "Look, just leave me alone, ok? I just… I just want to be alone right now," she pleaded.

Slowly, Celeste, June, Pallas, and Bessa came to a halt. They watched as Lady sped down the hall, wiping her face occasionally.

"How could Neo-Queen Serenity-sama say something like that?" Bessa asked angrily, pounding her fist on her jean-clad leg. "Lady-chan never had much of a chance to be a child because of her position, and now she accuses her of being immature? Lady-chan is the most mature of all of us!"

"She didn't mean it," Pallas replied softly, staring down the hall with troubled eyes. "She knows Lady-chan better than that. She just…"

"Well, she still shouldn't have said it!" June replied angrily, and Bessa nodded her agreement. "Lady-chan tries so hard, and she just doesn't seem to get it." She made an impatient, angry sound. "I can't just stand here. I'm so mad… I think I'm going to go work out. Maybe punching the body bag will make me feel better."

"I'll join you," Bessa said. "Maybe a few Karate kata exercises will calm me down."

"I'll be in the aviary," Celeste said shifting uncomfortably as her mind went back and forth defending first Lady and then her mother. "Birdsong works better for me than kata."

"Hmm… That sounds good," Pallas said, blinking with pleasure. "I still want to do that portrait of you by the fountain. I'll just go grab my paints."

In a dark hall of an abandoned South American temple, a man with spiked orange hair smiled in evil triumph. The tarnished pattern on his plain suit-like uniform glittered dully in the faint light of the moon as he lifted a small scroll out of its hiding place in the wall.

"At last," he whispered gleefully. "At last I can get rid of you and return this world to Darkness."