Silver Millennium Memories by Miranda Aurelia
I don't know if you noticed, but that last chapter was a bit longer than usual. Ah well...wanted to get the pranks in on one chapter. Hope nobody's complaining. . Anyways, I want to thank all the people that left a comment. :) And YES, I know I shouldn't have waited so long before updating! I was stuck... As usual, I don't own Sailor Moon...

Chapter 6

As she was walking down the hallway from the library, Ami's hands flew to her mouth to cover up an involuntary yawn. Judging from the silence it had to be past midnight, but then she had really wanted to finish that book.

Suddenly, her ears picked up the sound of...somebody singing? She frowned. Maybe she was imagining things. However, curiosity soon got the better of her and she headed off towards the direction of the voice.

Imagine her surprise when she stumbled onto one hyper and apparently very drunk General! Not only that, but he was standing right on the railing of the second-story balcony, singing on top of his lungs!

Deciding that she didn't want him to break a few bones, even though there was a possibility that it would save her a lot of eye-rolling, she hurried over. A long trail of blue silk shot out of her sleeve, wrapped around his waist and Ami pulled, hard.

Zoicite landed smack on his back with a heavy thud. "Ow..."

"What are you doing?" hissed Ami, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

However, the Earth General just grinned at her. "Crystal...I didn't know you cared." he slurred.

Ami rolled her eyes in exasperation. Kneeling down, she placed her arms under his shoulders and helped him back up. "I'm not Crystal." Smelling alcohol on his breath, she wrinkled her nose, "How much did you have to drink?"

"I don't know!" Zoicite swung an arm around her shoulders, the grin still on his face. He lurched forward a bit. "Just a little, I think!"

Just a little indeed. Ami pursed her lips, trying to decide whether it was better to leave him here (and seeing that he could actually be drunk/stupid enough to jump off the balcony, that was not a good idea) or help him back to his quarters, which were on the other side of the palace and not even Sailor Mercury was strong enough to carry him that far - she estimated that he would be passing out soon). The third option was her own quarters, which were only a few doors down.

Sighing and inwardly wondering if she was doing the right thing, Ami slowly moved them towards her room.

"You know what Crystal?" Ami stiffened when she felt Zoicite's warm breath brushing her cheek, "You look so cute when you're irritated,"

"Why do you keep on calling me Crystal?" demanded Ami as she threw the doors to her apartment open. If the guy couldn't even tell her apart with her distinctive dark blue hair from one of his old girlfriends, he must have really been drunk.

As she turned her face towards him, she gasped as his emerald green eyes stared intently into her own. "Because you are..."

Ami closed her eyes as his lips brushed hers gently before his arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her tightly against his chest. She hesitated, but Zoicite deepened the kiss and her arms traveled upward from where they were pressed against him to around his neck. Pulling his lips from hers, his mouth trailed rows of kisses across her cheek and across the curve of her jaw. When she threw her head back, she vaguely felt his teeth nibbling her neck and she moaned.

When they finally separated some time later, he stared at her for a moment before he lurched forward and collapsed into her arms. Staggering under his weight, Ami finally managed to push him onto her bed. By this time, Zoicite was snoring softly.

Sitting down on the side of the bed beside him, she brushed a strands of hair out of his face. A few seconds later, she realized what she was doing, she stood up hastily and shook her head firmly.

"I must be going crazy," she thought to herself as she threw herself down onto the sofa. Ami threw an icy glare at the man sleeping peacefully on her bed. "And it's all your fault."

When Zoicite awoke the next morning, it was with a splitting headache. "The next time Jed and Neph challenge me to drinking contest, I'm going to respectfully decline." he thought painfully.

As he sat up, the room spun around him painfully and his heads immediately flew to his temples and he waited a second until the room stopped.

"Where the hell am I?" thought Zoicite as he took his surroundings. Neatly decorated room, shades of light blue and white..

"So you're finally awake, I see," a familiar voice cut into his thoughts. Zoicite started as his gaze fell onto the blue-haired figure beside him.

"How...how did I end up here?"

"When I found you, you were standing on the edge of a second-floor balcony, singing at the top of your lungs." Ami raised an eyebrow, "You're here because I didn't feel up to explaining why you ended with a whole lot of broken bones."

"Hey!" protested Zoicite, "I can easily jump off a second-floor balcony without breaking anything!"

"Not drunk, you can't." Ami said flatly.

Zoicite raised an eyebrow at her. "And just how drunk was I?" His gaze traveled to her neck, where a love bite marred her normally unblemished skin. Obviously he had been sober enough to take advantage of the situation. The corners of his mouth lifted up into a smug grin.

Ami gave him a suspicious glance as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and moved until he was well within her comfort zone.

"So," Zoicite leaned in closer until Ami was forced to take a step back, "Did anything else happen last night?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." she replied stiffly, her eyes avoiding his.

"I think you do."

When Ami didn't reply, he brushed his lips over the side of her face. "And to think I believed you when you said you weren't interested, ice maiden."

Ami finally managed to regain control of her senses and she shoved Zoicite back roughly. "Well," she arched an eyebrow, "You're sadly mistaken if you think I'm interested now."

With that, she swept out of the room leaving a bewildered general behind her.

'I would like him a lot more if he wasn't trying to kiss me every single opportunity he gets," thought Ami irritably as she grabbed her cloak off a side table.

However, just as her hand closed over the doorknob, she decided that leaving him here all by himself wasn't such a good idea, hangover or not. There were too many things here that could easily give away her identity. Sighing, she walked back into the bedroom where Zoicite sat against the bed, one hand on his forehead, his skin unusually pale.

"Not that he's exactly in any condition to snoop," thought Ami to herself, kneeling down beside him.

About ten minutes later...

"What is this stuff?" spluttered Zoicite after Ami practically force-fed him the potion. "Are you trying to poison me?"

"Now why would I want to do that?" wondered Ami out loud, rolling her eyes.

"You think I'm irresistible."

"Well, then I wouldn't be trying to poison you now, would I?"

"You're evil, woman."

"I try. Now be a good boy and swallow before I get someone to forcibly cram it down your throat."

"Isn't that what you've just been doing?"

"Are you feeling better now?" questioned Ami sometime later after Zoicite had finished.

"Considering that I've just been poisoned with heaven knows what..." Zoicite glared at her, "Well, I'm alive."

Swinging her feet over the side of the bed, he tried to get up but collapsed in a decidingly undignified manner onto the carpeted floor.

The blue-haired girl beside him stiffened her laughter as a scowl appeared on his face.

"What do you find so amusing?"

The corners of her lips twitched. "Nothing. Do you think you can make it back to your room in one piece?"

"Of course!"

Ami gave him a disbelieving look. "I think I better go with you and see that you don't manage to roll down the stairs.

Zoicite smiled cheekily. "I knew you cared."

"You never do give up, do you?"

As they walked silently along down the hallway, Zoicite couldn't resist sneaking a few glance at his companion. His eyes slowly traced the outline of her face until they fell onto the mark on her neck that contrasted sharply with her pale skin.

He noticed that she hadn't once mentioned the events which had caused that particular love bite. Probably it would be best if he didn't as well or she might find some other poison to force feed him.

Ami gave him a curious glance. Why was he looking at her so intently?

"What is it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She was surprised when he clasped her hands in his. She felt her heart speed up as his face drew closer to hers. "I just wanted to thank you..." he said softly.

"It wasn't much trouble," she tried to keep her voice neutral and inwardly cursed as her voice trembled on the last word.

Her eyes fluttered shut involuntarily as his head lowered towards hers...

"Ooh..General Zoicite!" Ami immediately jerked back as the familiar high-pitched shriek rang throughout the hallway.

Half a second later, a scarlet blur had thrown itself straight into Zoicite's arms, nearly knocking Ami down in the process.

"Zoi! I was looking all over for you!" continued Lyda in her high-pitched prissy 'bitch-tone' as Makoto liked to call it. "I spent all night waiting for you, but you never came..." Her bright red lips curved into a pout.

Unexpectedly, Zoicite remained unresponsive. Following his gaze, her heavily made-up eyes landed on the blue-haired girl standing a few feet away. "Oh, it's you." she said comtemptuously, "What are you doing here?"

"Minding my own business." Ami replied succintly.

"Then you better make sure it stays that way. We can't have a nerdy bookworm like you running around with my general." Lyda ran a hand up Zoicite's chest, turning adoring eyes onto the General.

Ami bristled inwardly but she simply gave her a cool stare. "Don't worry, you can keep him." and with a swish of her dress, she moved pass them, failing to notice the conflicting emotions on Zoicite's face.

"Arrggh! Endymion, you insufferable JERK!"

"Temper, temper, Odango Atama."

Ami slowed down as she neared the courtyard. Peering over the corner, she noticed Serenity glaring daggers at Mamoru. However, the latter was simply smirking in a self-satisfied sort of way.

"Don't call me that, you bastard!"

"Tsk, what language...but then considering your style," Endymion ran a critical eye over the Moon Princess's tomboyish attire, "I can't say I'm too surprised."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" she jabbed a finger at his chest.

"It means," He grabbed hold of her wrist and pushed it away, "That your poor mother is going to have a very hard time marrying you off to some poor soul."

"Aww..poor Endy couldn't find some decent girl to marry him?" Serenity snickered, deliberately misinterpreting his words.

The jerk simply snorted. "You wish. At least your so-called senshi are at least decorative, but you? What a laugh!"

"Fine then Jerk! That's it! You've insulted me and my friends long enough. It's WAR. My senshi and I against you and your generals." Serenity lifted her nose up at him, "We'll see who has the last laugh." she hissed in his face.

"I look forward to it, Odango." He flashed her that infuriating smirk before he headed away.

"Don't tell me you just said what I thought I heard..." Makoto finally moved from her hiding place.

Serenity was still glaring daggers at where Endymion had last stood. "That no-good, arrogant, stuck-up-"

"And we are going to pound him tomorrow girl!" The brown-haired girl interrupted with glee.

Ami simply shook her head bemusingly as she joined the other two. "I was wondering how long it would take before you threw the senshi at him."

"Girls!"

"Ack!" Serenity jumped about three feet into the air before she spotted the owner of the voice. "Luna, don't do that!"

Luna gave her princess a suspicious glance. "Why do I get the feeling that there's something going on here?"

"Maybe it's uh...your imagination!" Serenity blurted out, "I mean...nothing's going on around here," She nudged Ami and Makoto, "Right?"

"I don't think I want to know." Luna replied dryly, "I just came out here to remind you that your mother's expecting you to be present for the formal introductions."

"Introductions? To what?"

"The Terrans."

"Selene have mercy on me," moaned Serenity, "I'm already way to familiar with them that I like."

"You should have seen the look on your mother's face when you walked in, Sere!" Minako giggled. Later on that night, the girls were once again sprawled around Serenity's chambers.

"So what happened after your mom and you had that long mother-daughter chat?" Ami propped herself up on the bed with her elbows as she threw a questioning glance at the silver-haired girl.

"I said ten to one Serenity's going to be grounded for the duration of their visit."

"Actually," Serenity's face broke into a grin, "She was rather supportive."

"You're kidding!"

The Moon Princess shook her head happily, "Nope."

"You sure she didn't say something about showing up as a tomboy in front of guests?" Makoto asked in a bewildered voice.

"Well..." Serenity gave them a sheepish smile, "Mom did mention something about me being grounded for the next decade or so if I ever showed up dressed like that again in front of the guests..."

"Did she say anything else?"

"She told me to show the jerk what he's missing out on at the next ball." Serenity wrinkled her nose, "Whatever that means."

"It means this Goddess of Love finally has something to do!" Minako interrupted with glee.

"You can't be serious." A look of horror appeared on Serenity's face when the others nodded in agreement. "I can't believe this! Even my own mother's conspiring against me!" Serenity wailed out loud.

Anyone with objections to me possibly altering the senshi uniforms? Just wondering, because I know some people prefer to stick as close to the original as possible. Haha...senshi in full ninja garb instead of the usual fuku...well, it's just an idea! Tell me what you think.