I don't own Sailor Moon. It belongs to its rightful owner.

Also, I don't quite remember the age Mamoru was when he had his accident with his parents but in this story, it happened later.

I did say this story would be AUish.

A lot more AUish than I first thought, now that I think about it and this story will be a mix, a weird ass hybrid, between the original manga and first anime.

I hate hospitals.

Wait, let me rephrase that: I despise hospitals. The smells, the dull colors that just seem to quite literally suck life out of you and . . . oh, yeah, I've pretty much spent a lot of time in one and died in one. I'm absolutely tired of hospitals and doctors and just everything having to do with medicine really because in all truth, sometimes medicine doesn't save you. It definitely didn't save me, nor any others with the same problem. There was nothing the doctors could do as the desease was way too developed by the time of my diagnosis (because when I was examined all those other times before, they couldn't find absolutely anything) and the only thing they told me that I could do was say goodbye.

Well, fuck you too. So much evolution in medicine and you can't do anything?

I had called complete bullshit on that but there wasn't anything we could do. Her mother and father were forced to watch their daughter frail and waste away in a hospital bed, grabbing onto her weak hand as tightly as they could, begging for her - well, my - life.

So yeah, I hate hospitals and being stuck in one again but as a seven year old with a broken arm and leg wasn't helping my mood.

Although Mama made it slightly better.

I wanted to call her Ikuko at first, because she's not my mother but she is and my previous mother is too so it was so confusing. But I realized that the life from Before is over and I'm living in the present so this is my new mother, although my previous one will always be in my heart and my previous father too.

"Your hair has grown quite a bit since the last time we cut it," she muses to herself, running her hands through my golden locks and making a long braid with them, "Do you want to grow it out or cut it, Usa-chan?"

She was right. It used to reach my mid back but by now, just about a couple of weeks later, it grew past my back and bottom, touching the back of my thighs. But I just shrug, "Don't really care, Mama. Do you want me to cut it?"

It's still weird to speak Japanese but I'm getting slowly used to it. I think I used to have an accent because the first time I read out loud in class, the teacher had stared at me strangely but it's mostly gone now. I think.

Mama hums, finishing the braid with a black elastic and allows it to fall over my shoulder, giving me a soft smile, "I think it suits you well. The long hair, I mean."

"Then I'll keep it long," I decide, giving her a small smile back.

She leaves at some point (after me insisting and insisting that I'd be okay and because she has another child to take care of but she promises that she'd be here again by early next morning) and I'm left alone in the room. The damn white room that's getting on my nerves. I try to sleep but it just doesn't come and I end up just staring at the ceiling, forcing myself to go to sleep but it doesn't work. My brain is fully awake and so is my body and I just wanna get out.

For God's sake, I wish I had a phone so I could entertain myself.

But alas, I'm a child again and I was reborn in the nineties (through some fucking time travel shit that I'm too lazy to even try to figure out) so I would have to say goodbye to scrolling through Twitter anyways.

Sighing, I sit up and slowly and carefully move my legs out of the covers, reaching for the crutches that are next to my bed.

The hospital at this time of the day is mostly empty, except for a couple of nurses that I see walking around, going from room to room. It's still 7pm so they don't say anything as I walk (well, not really walk. More like jumping on one foot) through the hallways. They give me a look and then move on to do their job. I continue on, not sure where I'm going but I just walk and walk and watch as many people lie in beds, so many tubes linked to their bodies and I'm harshly reminded of how that was so alike to when I was like that too.

Having tubes linked to your body all day isn't fun, let me tell you that. It was uncomfortable and I wish people wouldn't have to go through something like that.

But the world is unfair and I know that the wish is an impossibility.

I go through a couple more hallways, remembering each of them because I need to find my way back and stop in front of the very last room. The door is closed and it's the very last door in the hallway. There's no other way anywhere, just the way I came. I look to the name on the plate outside the room.

There's the Japanese writing for John Doe there and my curiosity peaks.

Who knew that Japanese people use that name as well?

I grab onto the door handle, a shiver running through my body but I pay it no mind. This gown isn't exactly the most warm. I open the door gently and find myself inside a room identical to the one where I've been staying this last week since my accident. The only difference being the flowers that are by the window, on top of a small table. I step further inside and find the other main difference.

There's a boy sleeping in the bed. He looks to be a bit older than I currently am and there's a white bandage all over his head, messing up his dark hair but overall he looks quite peaceful.

I find myself walking closer to the bed, feeling strangely hesitant. I know I shouldn't be here but . . . seeing children in bed like these made me hurt. No child should have to go through any kind of hurt and they should never lie in a hospital bed. I take his motionless hand, managing to keep myself stable on just one support, and give it a small squeeze.

"It's gonna get better," I say quietly and I know for a fact that this is only a fifty percent chance because it could get potentially worse, but every child deserves hope, (even if back then, I didn't really have any but then again, I hadn't been a child when I died) "I hope you wake up soon."

I move to leave but the hand that I'd been grasping twitches and grabs onto mine and when I turn to look, there's a pair of dark blue orbs staring dazzily at me.

This feeling of familiarity curses through me as I stare at him and also this . . . ache and longing and hurt and they don't feel like mine at all. Images appear in my mind, making my head feel like it's gonna explode--

Blood. So, so much blood. Why is there so much blood? Panic and fear, so much fear and crying and why is this happening? Why did all of this happen? There's a glimmer of silver and then a shadow casts over me and there's a female high-pitch scream that comes from me but it's not me, "Endymion!"

I jolt back to reality, releasing the boy's hand immediately. My heart's racing like crazy, nearly bursting out of my ribcage and the fear and pain and ache seem to be never ending as they curse through my body and I just want it to stop. I don't want to feel any of this! Why why why why?

He's staring at me with confused and wide eyes, seeming more awake and alert than before. His lips part, clearly to say something but I--

With my eyes streaming tears that I couldn't control, I get out as fast as I can from the room.

SHE'S out of the room before he can say anything and he just wishes he had the strength to make her stay.

Nothing makes sense. What happened? Why is he in this hospital bed? Where's his parents? What happened to him? There was just pain and then blissful nothingness and then . . . her.

He didn't know her; can't remember anything about her if she was indeed not a stranger but an acquaintance or a friendfriend but she was like a beacon to his attention. With her golden hair in the messy loose braid and those azure orbs that had seemed to stare straight though him. He felt like he knew her but that was impossible.

His head is feeling like it's about to explode and he winces in pain, grabbing onto it. I . . . can't remember anything else.

"Oh!" he looks over to the door and he finds a nurse with a clipboard in hand entering the room, "You're awake!"

As he learns that he has amnesia and hears about what happened to him, he can't help but think back to the blonde haired girl with the tear filled blue eyes.

AS I carried on with my life, I left the whole thing about the boy and the weird flashes and the feelings behind and moved on.

I went to elementary school, made friends, dealt with Mama's overprotective tendencies, lost friends, hit puberty, got acne and pimples all over (it was disgusting going over it again), unfortunately got my period again (it was at time like these that I wished I had been reborn as a male) and began normal school, the school I remember going back then as a teenager.

It was easier than I thought, living my life as normally as possible. The thought of how I ended up in this position is still in the back of my mind and I think on it time to time but I overall decided to just leave it and move on. There's no need to overthink that anymore.

Basically, I'm happy.

I'm finally living happily and no one's taking it from me.

Holy fucking shit.

The 07:55 blinks in angry red at me and I swear even more, throwing the warm covers off me.

Fuckity, fuck.

"Usa-chan!"

Mama's voice echoes from downstairs to my room as I all but sprint across the mess that is my bedroom (there's books scattered everywhere and clothes. It's awful, as Mama likes to tell me) to pick up my school uniform.

"You're gonna be late!"

Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don't know. I don't know how I do it (I like to think as experience from Before) but in less than five minutes, I'm all dressed up and gather my blonde hair that is brushing against my back into a messy ponytail and I grab my school bag, running out of the room and going down the stairs into the kitchen.

"I'm here!" I shout out of breath as I pick up the bento she's holding out to me and I begin munching on a toast she holds out to me, "Thfank you,"

She sighs, her hands on her hips and she looks quite unimpressed at my talking while eating, "You don't usually sleep in."

"I was studying until late," I reply, drinking all the milk before putting everything in the sink and I'm pressing a messy kiss on Mama's cheek, before running to the front door, "See you later!"

She shouts something that I don't understand before she appears in the hallway for a small second, "Are you gonna meet up with Natsumi-chan and Naru-chan?"

Nakamura Natsumi is my closest friend. She found me alone one day, in pre-school and sent her chatter to my unresponding ears. At first, I found her quite annoying. She wouldn't leave me alone. I wanted to be left alone but she wouldn't let me. She stuck by my side and made me connect with her. I began responding to her our of spite honestly but as we spent more time together, I realized that she wasn't that bad.

And since then, we've been inseparable.

Well, kinda. She still annoys the crap out of me sometimes but still, I love her.

And through her, because she was this social butterfly in school that everyone sort of knew (why she wanted anything to do with me, I have no idea), I also met Osaka Naru.

I didn't really want to be friends with Naru or anyone else. Not even Natsumi for that matter, but she's persistent and before I knew it, we were glued together. All of us. And ever since we started getting alone and become friends, the three of us became the trio. You know, that trio of people you'd see walking around in the hallways of school, always together.

They're my first true friends in this life and I'll be sure to treasure them.

"Yes!" I shout back, putting on my shoes quickly and picking up my bag again, "I'm going to meet up with them and we'll go together! See you later, Mama!"

"Be careful!"

With a quick goodbye, I make my way out of the house and into the empty streets.

Since I'm going to meet up with Natsumi at her house so we can go get Naru after, I don't take the usual way I do when I go to school. I instead take the longer way (it'll take too much time but it's the way to her house so I don't have no choice) and run through the streets, careful not to bump into anyone. After these last fourteen years living this new life, I've grown used to this big city. It's so much different and modern than Lisbon and I still get lost a lot. Natsumi likes to make fun of me because of it.

But it's slowly and surely becoming a home to me, if it isn't already.

I make a sharp turn and my eyes immediately find the building where Natsumi's apartment is. She's the only one of us three who lives in an apartment and also the one who lives with only one parent, her mother. Her dad . . . passed away when she was young, although she never really told us how but we knew it was difficult for her to talk about it. She used to be really close with her dad and her relationship with her mother was really bad. But that's mainly the woman's fault. She's rarely at home due to her job and when she is, she doesn't spend time with Natsumi at all. It's like there's this cold wall between the two and the only one trying to break it down is the daughter.

It's awful so usually I ask Mama if Natsumi can spend the night at our house so she doesn't spend the whole time alone in her house.

I'm already pressing the intercom of her floor when I reach the front door and wait.

It only takes a few seconds.

"Usagi!" the familiar voice belonging to the one and only Nakamura Natsumi reaches my ears and I wince, "I can't believe you of all people didn't wake up in time! We're gonna be late!"

"Then why aren't you down here already?" I retort in amusement, grinning. I ignore the stares people coming out of the building are giving me and continue, "C'mon, Natsu! We have to go pick up Naru!"

"I'll be down there in a second!"

I release the button and lean against the wall, sighing. Naru is probably already waiting for us and she's gonna kill us when we reach her. A image of small Naru angry and all puffed up like a cat fills my mind and I'm giggling. She's so cute.

The front door opens and I'm looking to see if it's finally Natsumi but it's isn't. Instead it's a tall guy. Dark blue eyes meet mine and I'm suddenly having a sense of déjà vu. He looks . . . familiar. Something like recognition goes through his eyes too and I think, where did I see him before? I don't like this feeling at all. Where do I know him from?

And something that hasn't happened in years resurfaces from this part of me that I don't know.

The flashes, the images from the dreams I used to have, the feelings. The pain, the ache and something else resurface and no no nonono. I'm doing everything I can to push them down. I blink away the water that is filling in my eyes and look away from the guy that is still standing there, eyes locked on me.

Could he be . . . No, Usagi. Stop. It would be too much of a coincidence.

I left all that behind, including the weird moment with the unconscious boy in the hospital room.

Let it go, I tell myself.

Before I can control myself, I snap at him, "Can I help you with something?"

He purses his lips, looking quite hesitant before he seems to give up on whatever is was he was thinking and without uttering a word, he finally looks away and moves on.

I keep staring at his back and everything in me jumps when he looks back at me one last time before he's out of sight.

What the fuck was that?

"Usagi~!" Natsumi sings, as she opens the front door and finally gets out, "I'm here! Sorry I took so long. Something happened and-- Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I respond, shaking my head from those crazy thoughts and feelings and grab her pale wrist, "I'm fine. Come on! We have to go!"

Putting all that behind me because overall it's something I just don't want to think about and remember, we rush through the streets in the direction of Naru's household. She doesn't live that far away from Natsumi so we get there pretty quickly and the redhead is, like I knew, waiting for us outside her house, ready to kill us.

I don't know why she waited for us. She could've gotten to school a lot earlier if she hadn't.

"There you both are!" she exclaims, hands in her hips and looking as angry as I knew she was going to be, "We're gonna be so late and you will both be dead by my hands!"

Sharing grins, Natsumi and I grab onto each of Naru's arms, interlocking them and begin running again.

We reach the school at 8:37 which is like seventeen minutes after classes began so we quickly make our way to our classroom and before we can open the door, Haruna-sensei is slamming it open and not looking happy.

Uh oh.

Since it was like our first time being late, Haruna-sensei let us pass with a warning but told us that if it were to happen again, we wouldn't be as lucky.

And Naru didn't have any reason to kill us both so everything was fine.

We also received our most recent test, which was in English, and when I see the 96%, I'm so happy that I learned the language Before or else I'd be screwed. Japanese class was a complete different story as I struggled a lot with it, with the writing and well, everything really.

"How can you get such a high grade in English but when it's Japanese you get like 40%?" Natsumi questions, holding my test in her hands to compare it to hers, where a 68% is written at the top.

I shrug, a secretive smile on my lips, "Don't know. Maybe I'm a prodigy!"

Naru snorts and shakes her head, holding her 98% graded test, "You can't be a prodigy when you have such low grades in Japanese and History and--"

"Naru," I growl at her teasing and she giggles, moving away from my try to punch her arm.

"The real prodigy is that girl, Mizuno Ami! She's a genius! Have you seen her grades?"

Speaking of the devil. The girl we were speaking about was sitting alone, in a bench in the courtyard. Her short blue hair was an anomaly to me because how can someone's hair be that color since birth? I know it has to be dyed. It can't be that color naturally but she's been in my school ever since I can remember and I never, never, saw her natural hair color surface.

I'd like to know how she got the courage to dye it or how her parents let her do it.

Maybe I could convince Mama to dye mine.

I snort. Yeah, sure. She'll let me do that when Hell freezes over.

Anyways, back to the topic in hand, Ami is a genius. She's the only prodigy in our year and she's absolutely brilliant but she's always alone. I don't know if it's because she doesn't have friends or if it's because she likes to be alone but she's always, always alone.

No one should ever go through their younger years alone but I never had the thought to go to her and befriend her.

"Yes, that's true," Naru agrees, looking towards the girl as well, "She's amazing. Her grades have never fallen below ninety percent and are almost always perfect."

"Usagi could only wish she were that good," Natsumi teases, immediately moving away when a hand (yours truly) tries to hit her shoulder.

Ha ha. I have such great friends.

School ends and we go our separate ways. Natsumi goes to the city with Naru because she has groceries to buy and Naru's mother needs her daughter's help in the store so the two decided to go together. I didn't really feel like going into town so I decided to go home and on my way, I begin thinking of ways to join money because one of the things I really want to do is start to join my own money so I can help Mama and Papa and not have to ask them for money whenever I need something for school or something else. Maybe I could work at a cafe? Would they even accept a fourteen year old? I'd have to see.

When I'm home, Mama shows up immediately, probably having heard the front door closing. She makes her way up to me, "Usa-chan, how was school?"

I'm already going through my bag for my English test so I can show her, "It went okay. We were a bit late," She opens her mouth to respond to that but I continue before she can, "but Haruna-sensei understood and didn't punish us. She let us off with a warning."

Mama doesn't look happy but she doesn't yell or anything. Sighing, she places her hands on her hips, "Well, I'm glad you guys didn't get into trouble."

I grin at her, glad for the same thing and hold the piece of paper out for her to take, "We got our English test today."

Her eyes move from me to the top of the paper and she looks back at me with a big smile. And I mean it. It's a huge smile, "I'm so proud of you, Usa-chan."

And to say that it didn't make me happy to hear her say that, it would be a big lie.

"Usagi!"

Shingo shows up out of nowhere and jumps me. Seriously, this boy likes to scare the hell out of me. It seems like he just loves to do so.

"Will you play with me?" He's excited to say the least because I know he means the new game that Mama got him like a week ago. He had wanted it so badly and she finally was able to buy it.

I ruffle his hair, "Yeah, I'll play with you. I'm just gonna go shower first, okay?"

He's nodding and out of sight before I even can say anything else, going back to his place on the living room, yelling, "I'm gonna win this time!"

Mama sighs, shaking her head fondly, "Your father will be home in a bit," she says to me, "so I'm gonna go finish up dinner. Go take your shower, Usa."

No one needs to tell me twice.

As soon as I reach my bedroom, I fall downdown on the big and fluffy pillow I have on the corner of my room, leaving my bag to end up God knows where.

Shower, I tell myself sternly and force myself to go do that exact action.

After I'm done and comfortable in my pajamas, I go down the stairs and follow the yelling and whines of my younger brother, who most likely has probably lost again. Snickering, I sit beside him and take the controller from him, ignoring his protests.

"Allow me."

Needless to say, I won. First try. And now he's sulky. When Papa arrives from work, we sit down at the table to eat dinner and everyone can see my younger brother sulking and grumbling to himself, while I just refrain from smiling.

"It's not fair," Shingo pouts, messing around with his food.

Amusement is written across my face, I'm sure but when he turns to glare (it's just a huge pout, to be honest) at me, I quickly try to look as innocent as possible and continue to eat my food.

"Its not a big deal, Shingo-kun," Mama says exasperated and tired of his whining. She gives him a stern look and he stops playing with his food, "It's just a game."

That didn't make my brother stop. It just made him even angrier (whinier), "But she beat it first try! She must've cheated!"

Papa, who's been quiet this all time, laughs, which makes me snort and Mama hit his arm playfully, "It's not funny," he says immediately coughing, but the grin he's trying to contain says otherwise, "Listen to your Mother, Shingo."

And my adorable little brother proceeds to whine some more. It's strange to have a sibling but not as bad as I thought. We got alone fine but there were also those 'bad' days where we'd be at each other's throats but nevertheless, I adore him and I know he adores me too. I look around, at my family, and smile.

It could be worse, I tell myself everyday, It could've ended up being much, much worse.

The phone rings suddenly and since I have already finished eating, I excuse myself and make my way towards it.

"Hello, this is the Tsukino residence."

"U-Usagi?"

I freeze at the voice, dreading filling my whole being. She sounds scared. "Naru? What happened?"

" . . . Mama is acting weird," she whispers to the phone. She must be using the store phone then. And her mother? "She's . . . She's just weird, like she's not Mama at all. I c-can't explain it-- I--" She pauses and I can hear her breathing getting faster and the dread I'm feeling gets a million times worse, "C-Can you come to my mother's store? Please?"

"I'll be there in ten minutes," I tell her, nerves cursing through my body because why is her mother acting weird? What could it possibly be? I can't let leave her alone.

"P-Please come quic--"

The phone call ends and I'm out of the door, stumbling as I put on my shoes, before even Mama can finish asking whatever she was gonna ask.

I only remember that I'm wearing my pajamas when I'm halfway to the store, when a particularly strong gust of wind hits my body.

Should've brought a fucking jacket, I complain but then shake my head. No. Naru's most important. I have to go to her.

When I get to the store, it's empty, much like the empty streets outside, not counting a couple of people going home. There's no light turned on and I can't see Naru or her mother anywhere. The door is open when I go through it and the silence inside is deafening. Swallowing dryly, I look around before making my way to the door that would lead to the back room. A loud sound makes me jump, fear making my heart race. I gulp, before reminding myself that I'm here to help Naru. It's to help Naru.

You can do this, Usagi, I tell myself, taking a deep, shaky breath.

Naru is in the back room but she's not the one I see first. Someon-- Something is standing in the room too and at first glance, I can see that it's Naru's mother but it's not. From the back, she looks normal but when she turns to look at me, I clearly can see that it's not her. Alarms start to go off in my head and I get the urge to runrunrun. She looks demonic, with red eyes, deformed face, a creepy smile and claws? What the fuck? What the fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck

I take a step back, freezing in fear, eyes moving towards my best friend, who's unconscious against the wall. She's pale, too pale and her cheeks are hollow and she looks nearly . . . dead.

No. She's not dead. She can't be dead.

"More energy," the creature says and smiles a long smile that is definitely not friendly, "I want more."

I'm out the room as she charges, claws out and growling but I can't reach the front door in time or quite evade when it strikes me and I'm hitting the far wall, blood leaving my throat and pain explodes everywhere. I hit the ground and groan, twitching my hand and making sure that I didn't break anything but . . . I think . . . I broke a rib, I think to myself when it hurts to breathe. I need to get out, run or get someone. I force myself to get to my feet and throw myself to the right when the creature comes at me again.

Fuck.

Deciding to quite literally fuck it, I roll away when it tries to reach me again but it was expecting it it seems because a long, abnormal leg is kicking me away in seconds and I'm thrown across the store and out a window, hitting the concrete floor. Screams of a couple of people that is passing by reach my ears but it sounds like I'm underwater.

I'm gonna die, the thought surfaces when I lie there, on the floor. One of my arms is broken, I can't move it and my legs are cut open and glass is sticking out of them and holy crap, I can't see the positive side of this. Black spots appear all over my vision and it blurs, the full moon blurring so much that it just looks like a blob. I'm . . . gonna die.

Again.

What kind of a world is this? This is not my world, my Earth because in my world mosnters don't exist. This creature shouldn't exist. How is any of this possible?

"Usagi-chan!"

I don't know who speaks but I feel something hiting my elbow and I force myself to reach out for it because what could possibly be worse than the situation I'm currently in? My hand curls around the foreign object it's a brooch? A fucking brooch? This is what I'm supposed to use to survive?

"Use it! Shout--"

The words of whoever is talking are completely lost to me when the monster covers my sight of the blurry moon and though blurry, I can still see the pure evil in its gaze and smile as it reaches for my throat and lifts me up, ignoring my cry and moans of pain. My eyes start stinging with tears.

I'm gonna die.

"More," it mumbles, squeezing its grip on my neck and I try to grab onto it, struggling to breathe. I kick it even if it causes me pain, even if I could break my legs but I don't want to die, "More!"

And that's when I feel something being forced out of me.

At first, I think that maybe it's just my strength and it's making me weak but then I remember Naru looking so dead and I think that maybe this creature is taking my life. My life force. My legs start to go numb, my arms too. I can't kick or do anything.

I need . . . to do something.

I can't die here.

I can't.

Help me, I think desperately, Anything. Anyone help me help help help pleaseplease

A tear drops from my lashes.

I don't what happens or how but something bursts, sending the creature away and then there's just light. I fall on the ground but nothing hurts. Light, warm light and bright and my eyes close immediately. I don't understand what happens next but the creature screeches and it cheers, saying stuff I can't catch. I just feel . . . warmth. Starting from my head and going all the way to my toes and I feel alive and well and the pain is gone. It's like I hadn't been thrown around like a rag doll before. My body heals and is fixed up by ways that I don't understand. My arm rises, like someone is holding my hand and pulling it, and I'm being pulled up to my feet.

C'mon, Usagi, someone seems to whisper in my ear but I know that there's no one there. Maybe I'm hallucinating, Don't die here. You still have to live.

Live.

I want to live!

My arms are outstretched without my control, it's like someone's controlling me, and then I feel something in my hands but it's not touching my hands but I can feel it. There's a long, horrible screech that I'm sure comes from the creature but I can't feel anything but warmth. Just warmthwarmth

And when I finally open my eyes, Naru's mother's unconscious body is lying on the concrete a few feet away from me, the store is completely destroyed and there's a small this crystal, lying on my opened hands.

I look around and catch sight of a cape? and a cat? before exhaustion catches up with me and I'm thrown into darkness, hands tightly around the unfamiliar brooch and crystal.

LUNA had been observing the girl as closely as she could.

Tsukino Usagi was the one. She was sure of it. So she spent the last weeks watching her and studying her and trying to find a way to get to her. But no matter what, the girl would always slip away. She'd always find a way to. Tonight was the first time that she had a chance to talk to Tsukino Usagi and she lost it completely when the girl decided not to follow her usual path to school. So she waited all day until she saw the blonde girl again and followed her home, hoping to be catch her and she didn't.

And a few hours later, Usagi ran out of the house still in her pajamas and Luna had frowned and immediately followed her.

They reached a store of some kind and after Usagi went in, all hell broke loose.

Luna could only watch helplessly as Usagi was tossed around and thrown out the window. All the girl tried to do was help a friend and she was going to get killed for it. She gave her the brooch, the brooch that would allow her to transform into Sailor Moon and told her what to do but . . . it had been too late. Her words had fallen on deaf ears.

The daemon started to drain the girl's energy and Luna was about to interfere and she was sure that the masked guy that was hiding in a tree (why, Luna had no clue) when it happened.

A bright light shot out of Usagi's body and Luna was momentarily blinded, having to shut her eyes and turn away but she forced herself to look forward and she saw the blonde rise up, like she was no longer in pain and then Luna saw it.

The Legendary Silver Crystal.

It was the Silver Crystal. Luna could remember it clearly as day now. It was hovering in the air, shining brightly and rainbows seemed to emit from it and the creature cheered in glee, reaching out for it when Usagi's hands shot forward and the moment that she was almost touching the crystal, it shone and shone and it spread everywhere and it was warmth warmth everywhere and Luna couldn't take her eyes off it, off Usagi.

And for a split second, she could've sworn she saw a ghostly image of a long white dress and long golden hair in ponytails flowing over Usagi's form. She could've sworn she saw Princess Serenity.

And the memories rushed forward.

So, so many and she couldn't control them as they filled her mind and she saw everything and everyone and it hurt so much.

But then, slowly and gradually, it stopped and the memories stayed but the pain didn't and Luna could focus again. The daemon was long gone; the body it had been controlling lying on the floor. Breathing and slightly damaged but alive.

And Usagi is staring at the no longer shining crystal in her hands and it's when the girl turns, that Luna notices the fading crescent moon between her brows, her blue eyes, her face's shape, her golden hair, though it was shorter and in a different hairstyle. She was right there in front of her. Those tired eyes seem to blink at her for a second before they close . . .

. . . And Usagi's body falls, completely unconscious, into the arms of the masked man from before, that had jumped down from his hiding place.

Luna hesitantly steps forward, pauses when midnight colored eyes spare her a glance before their on the girl again and she looks towards her too, at her face. Her familiar face.

Soft laughter reaches her ears and she's picked up and Luna purrs, headbutting gently the chin of her owner, Princess Serenity giggling as she holds her tightly . . .

A tear falls down from the feline's eye before she can control herself.

Tsukino Usagi was no longer just the girl that Luna was going to give the brooch to, give the power to transform into Sailor Moon to.

Tsukino Usagi was the reincarnated Moon Princess.

She's been there this entire time, right under Luna's nose and she never noticed.

All this time . . .

She was right there.

It was always kind of funny to me when Usagi just picked up the brooch and didn't freaking wonder, "how is a fucking brooch supposed to do something?" Like, it's a brooch. She just shouted the words, holding the brooch up and well, I find it funny.

I also have a headcanon in which the Silver Crystal is sort of linked to the person with it in their possession. Like, to their life-force, for lack of better term. So when Usagi is getting her energy sucked out of her, the Silver Crystal kicked into action when its host (gosh, that makes it sound like an parasyte or something) is pretty much dying. Don't remember if it's canon and if it's exactly like that but that's how it's gonna go.

And there's also this small thing I wanted to try out and that was: what would happen if they'd found out Usagi was the Moon Princess waaaay early on?

And that's also how the last part was created.

Sorry about this long note. I just felt like I should explain?? In case some people get mad or give up on this story because of this chapter, which is somewhat fillery in the beginning and it drags out and I'm sorry.

But I'm still going to keep writing it no matter what and how long it takes. I love this story so much.

Until next time.