Author's Note: No notes. Just fluff.

Three

A soft melodious sound echoed throughout the halls, and she began to move toward it. Where am I? She thought, but the thought was soon forgotten as she reached two grand, intricately designed doors. Dare she go in? What would be waiting for her on the other side?

Two guards, standing on either side of the door, did not let her ponder her various questions for long, however, for when they banged the ends of their staffs on the ground simultaneously - the grand doors slowly creaked opened, and the sound of the soft music suddenly got considerably louder.

"You may enter, miss." The guard on the right said very kindly, as he bowed - the guard on the left did likewise.

"O-of course." She said, and gave a little bow. "Arigato." and she walked quickly into the room.

Her jaw dropped immediately upon arrival.

It was indeed an elegant ballroom, pristine white marble floor and up above on the dome shaped ceiling hung a dazzling crystal chandelier that looked bigger then herself.

At the far end of the room was the source of the music she had been following, a small orchestra that consisted of a few cello, violin, and flute players, the conductor of course led the group gracefully moving his hands.

What entranced her more was all the elegant people on the ballroom dance floor. They all looked so beautiful; the ladies in their long, flowing gowns and their suitors in their own fitting attire.

She started to feel quite envious and alienated. Letting out a sad sigh she took a look at her ordinary old - What's this! She … she was also wearing a dress!

A very beautiful one for that matter. Not the flowing gowns of the other women but a nice slim, form-fitting one. It was strapless, with the exception of the gold trimming a little above the breast area, and it was pure white.

Suddenly, the orchestra broke into a more lively tune and she looked up to see a the people who had previously been on the dance floor ( as well as a few more ) waltzing around gaily, beautiful smiles spread across their already perfect features - their eyes locked on their partner.

And even if one wasn't on the dance floor, she noticed someone always had somebody with them. Whether they be having a merry conversation, or locked in a loving embrace. It was enough to make such a gorgeously dressed creature as herself feel quite frumpy and uncomfortable.

Deciding it was best to make the quietest exit as possible, she managed to turn herself halfway around when suddenly she felt something gently grab onto her shoulder …

Then a came a voice. It was masculine, but so smooth - it made her cheeks feel warm.

"Excuse me, Miss, but it breaks my heart to see such a lovely woman all by herself." She then felt his grip being removed. His voice came again, "Will you be so kind as to give me this dance?"

Turning around she saw the man that stood in front of her. He was tall ( much taller then she ) and poised with broad shoulders and a chest that puffed out slightly. His attire was quite different from the other men. Although, he too, wore a tuxedo he also donned a top hat and a simple white mask that didn't cover his whole face, but rather, his eyes - obscuring them from view.

Nonetheless, he was very handsome … she felt her breathing getting heavier. What was he doing to her?

Timidly, she reached for the gloved hand that was outstretched to her. Although her hand felt clammy and was shaking slightly, she managed to get a good grasp on it. With a warm smile from the handsome stranger, without hesitation, whisked her away onto the dance floor.

Immediately he turned around and in one quick motion, wrapped his hand delicately around her waist, with his remaining free hand still on hers. In turn, with her free hand, she gently touched his shoulder and the two began to move in a slow waltz.

Through it all, there was no words between them. There didn't have to be. Each seemed to be enwrapped by the other. Eyes locked, and faces inches apart. She noted how rhythmically he moved to the orchestra and how easily he was able to carry her along with him, their bodies moved in the same motion.

Deciding to take a chance for once her in life, she boldly secured both arms tightly around his back, and put her head against his chest the beat of his heart pounding in her ear was like new music to her.

She could feel both hands on her waist, and she pushed against him closer. Though any closer and she might've melted into him.

Looking up, she saw him already smiling down upon her. Somewhat embarrassed, she blushed a bright red and was about to look down again …

When, once again, in another swift movement, he cupped a hand around her cheek, elevating her face slightly, then slowly began to bring his head down … his perfect - looking lips getting closer by the minute …

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"Usagi - chan. Wake up, please." Came a familiar, pleasant voice.

Fluttering open her eyes, Usagi saw Ami, standing in front of her seat ( though, strangely, she appeared rather sideways from where Usagi was laying ) . She bowed when Usagi's eyes opened fully.

"Sorry to have disturbed you, but, we should be arriving soon."

"Arriving?" Usagi asked, she was still a tad sleepy.

"Yes, arriving. JFK Airport, we've reached New York."

Usagi felt her heart skip a beat, and she started to feel unusually nervous.

Of course, she didn't want to upset the ever cheerful, Ami - chan, so she put on her best smile and said happily:

"Oh, of course. Arigato Ami - chan." And she bowed her head slightly.

As expected, Ami - chan replied with another polite bow, and smile. Then, with a wave of her hand, she walked off to awaken others.

Meanwhile Usagi figured she'd better wake Baka - boy.

Assuming he was in his usual position ( sitting straight head leaning against the seat ) she was going to turn around, when she suddenly realized there was no need for that … he was titled slightly on his chair, head slumped forward and she … she had her head gently laid upon his shoulder - which would explain why Ami - chan looked as if she was standing on a slant.

What Usagi also noticed was their hands were still held together.

Blushing furiously she released his hand, and removed her head from his shoulder.

Causing him to further slump forward in his chair - and he would have nearly fell on top of Usagi had she not outstretched her hands in front of her in time.

His sleeping face was inches apart from hers.

She noticed how cute he looked, with his hair all tousled and his clean - shaven face. He kind of looked like a baby.

This made Usagi blush, and while she put him back in his usual straightforward position, supporting his back against a pillow … her thoughts wandered back to the dream.

It was indeed a strange dream … with that mysterious man wearing the Monopoly guy's hat. Though it looked dazzling on him ( and by him Usagi meant the mystery man … she wasn't too keen men on eyes with untidy mustaches and monocles ).

However, it had been one of the most pleasant dreams Usagi had in awhile.

It also made her wonder about a few things …

If only … if only they mystery man would really be able to whisk her away.

If only …

A loud yawn came from the side of her and she didn't have to question who it was.

"Good Morning, Odango." came the exhausted voice.

Yes. Good Morning, indeed.

Finite! At least for now … I hope you all enjoyed it, think of this as my little 'Snow-Day' treat. The fourth chapter might be a tad late seeing as I still have to get that, and the next three chapters after it outlined. For now, please R&R!

Sincerely,

Chibi Chibi - chan