Hi everyone! Here's the next chapter. This one as well as the next one or two will have exerts to fill you all in on the other girls new problems, which they have to face on their own- because instead of them being youma problems, there real world. This one has Usagi's growing new problems introdiced, as well as two of the other girls, so enjoy! Remember to leave me some feedback to let me know what you think :)

Kaley

"Usagi! Wait up!"

Usagi stopped and turned to see Motoki running up behind her, waving her down. "Motoki-Chan, slow down I'm not going anywhere!' She said with a slight laugh. The blonde haired man ran up behind her. Motoki Furahata, he worked at the arcade she had visited a lot when she was younger- he was also her first crush.

"Ami-Chan... asked me to... give this to you..." He said in small gasps. School had recently ended and she had been waiting for her blue haired friend for twenty minutes already. She took the small piece of paper from him and opened it slowly.

Usagi,

I'm not going to be able to make it tonight, Please let everyone know.

-Ami

She kept looking at the note, then back at the school. Ami never stayed so late that she missed a meeting. Her brow furrowed in concern for her dear friend. "Thank you Motoki-Chan," she said softly. He was finally was able to stand on his own without huffing and smiled.

"No problem! Say... I heard about you and Mamoru, I never got to apologize," He said softly, concern filling his face.

"Oh! Don't be, it's perfectly fine," She said with a smile. She wasn't completely better, but she didn't feel like talking about it.

"Oh really?" He said and a small blush ran across his face. "I'm still probably out of line to ask then, would you like to do something sometime?" He asked his face blushing a bit more. Usagi smiled, maybe it was time she focused more on her own future.

"Sure I'd like that, we never did get to hang out much," She said writing down her number for him. "Here, call me whenever," He took the piece of paper like gold, which made her laugh.

"Well I should be getting back, I stopped off to drop off my sisters books when I ran into her- I'll call you," He said running off again. Usagi shook her head, she still couldn't understand what people's obsession was to running.

She started turning, and her head scraped a rough feeling jacket. Startled she backed up and looked up, shielded her eyes from the drooping sun.

"Ah! Tsukino!" Her professor's voice rang out loud and clear from her side. But that wasn't whom she had run into.

Her body froze slightly, as the man in front of her took off his sunglasses. Mamoru. Her body suddenly got hot and she felt a light sweat begin to appear. What was he doing here?

"Well I guess you'll get an early introduction. Chiba Mamoru, this is one of my pupils you will be helping be teach- Tsukino Usagi, this is my assistant teacher," Her professor said. WHAT? Her voice screamed in her ears.

Ami sat at her desk in the darkening classroom, her professor leaning against his desk- looking up at her. She was the only other person in the room. She wrote furiously, sweat forming on her brow as she worked. She wanted to leave so she rushed through her work.

"Ami... take it easy," He said moving up the stairs to sit on top of the long desk. She looked dup at him, her glasses slightly fogging. He was very young, maybe only five years her senior, with black hair down his neck- pulled into a small ponytail. His green eyes looked over his half glasses down at her, which made her shake slightly.

His smile, which had been very friendly at first, made her cringe. He reached his hand out and touched the side of her head, down to her cheek. "Professor-" She started to say.

"You know better than that Ami... Call me Nicholi," He said, smiling a bit more. "You know... we're going to be great friends soon," He said. Ami wished her situation were different- maybe a youma for Sailor Moon to solve. She didn't feel strong enough for this kind of threat.

"No! Stop!" A harsh voice rang out making Minako almost fall off the stage. She turned her eyes up toward the huge spotlight, hearing her director call out for the eighth time. Sharp footsteps came down the small hallway to the stage as he appeared in front of her. He was a tall, strong, brown haired and blue-eyed menace. He reminded her allot of Yaten by how he acted. "Minako, if you can't do this, then say so and we'll replace you- now I'll ask you again. Can you walk without looking like a little girl?" His voice was harsh and, he gritted his teeth when he spoke- which made her shrink underneath the big lights.

"I can do this," Came her soft reply. She had been walking the stupid runway for hours. The heels she was made to wear burned on her feet and the costume was becoming more and more uncomfortable. But she stood up, pulling her shoulders back and walked toward the back of the stage.

"Now, Come down toward me with your head high. Wipe that smile off your face- there's no one here rooting for you, this isn't a game. Keep those shoulders back and your head high, stop that wiggle after each step," He said instructing her all the way down till she reached him. He looked her over with a strict scrutiny, "Better, we'll work on it more," He said moving back in the darkness, leaving her under that spotlight. Her body ached and burned, but the thing that hurt her the most was the cruelty. Her face fell into a deep frown as the spotlight clicked off.