Original Author's Note (8-28-18): Based on a request from Knowall7.

Updated Author's Note (1/30/19): I reread this story for the first-time last night, and instantly I saw things I knew needed to be improved, things that needed to be changed, and things that I really wanted to add. I hope you enjoy the changes, that you find some new enjoyment from this story, and most of all, that you learn something right along with my characters.

Updated Author's Note (5/5/19): I am working to improve the story and will publish it when it is completed, so you may notice some radical differences when it is finally posted. I am adding a couple of surprise guests to this chapter that you may recognize if you've read my Dark Endymion Series!

The Prison
Chapter One
First Day
Usagi's Story

*****TRIGGER WARNING*****
Unwanted touching, attempted sexual assault, talk about sexual assault.

15 Weeks Later

The red-haired guard terrified Tsukino Usagi. He stared at her with eyes that spoke of horrible cruelty and lust. She shrunk back against the other women in the room, hiding herself from his gaze. He stepped closer and held out the yellow jumpsuit, staring at her.

Usagi shivered.

Gingerly, she reached out and took the clothing. She pulled on it, but he didn't immediately let go. When she tugged harder he opened his hand and she fell onto her backside, the jumpsuit landing on her head. Tears sprung to her eyes and she blinked rapidly to hold them back. He was snickering, and when she looked up she realized he was staring at her privates which were now completely exposed to him.

With a squeak of terror, she began pulling the jumpsuit on, and noticed the other women doing the same. There were no female guards to give them comfort. They were all shivering from the ice-cold water of the shower, and none of them knew exactly what was going on. Two seemed younger than Usagi, maybe fifteen or so. They had been separated from the group of children and herded toward the women while the kids were led away to another wing of the prison.

As Usagi dressed, the red-haired guard reached out and touched her belly and breasts before she could close the jumpsuit. After it was zipped he grabbed her bottom. She shook, terrified he was going to hurt her, until several of the older women pulled her behind them and closed ranks.

Usagi sniffled.

"Shh, little one," a kindly woman said, turning to her. "Don't bring any attention to yourself. Stay back here with the other girls. It will be okay." Usagi thought she was beautiful. She had wavy black hair and blue eyes.

Usagi nodded and clustered with the other two teenagers.

"What's your name?" the woman asked.

"Usagi," she whispered.

"Well, Usagi, I'm Yuna. My friend Miyu and I are here for stealing medicine for our friend Aoto." She nodded to a younger woman with long black hair.

Usagi nodded. "I stole money from one of the Followers, so I could get my family out," she admitted.

"That was very brave of you Usagi," Yuna said, and patted her on the arm. Miyu nodded.

A moment later they were herded into a room with several desks. She was ordered to sit in a chair and sign her name in a large yellow book. Then she was given three more jumpsuits and she and the other women were pushed out into a long hallway. They stayed close together, the older women circling the younger ones.

Massive cells opened up on one side, and on the other smaller cells were separated by long hallways down which Usagi could see more of the smaller cells and other hallways. Colored lines ran over the floors to give direction, but she had no idea where they went. She stayed as close as she could to Yuna and Miyu, but they were pushed into one of the cells, then the two other teens were shoved into another.

No one asked for names, they just pushed people in wherever there was a number less than one hundred. No one told her where she would sleep, or how she would get food. No one told her anything. Feeling confused and worried, she stayed close to the other women, but one by one they disappeared.

"This is a nasty place," said the red-haired guard, coming up beside her. "Dangerous," he added, and ran his hand down one of her long tails of hair. "You want protection, you come to me. Make it worth my while and I'll make sure you stay happy and healthy. Girl like you won't last a year in a place like this otherwise."

Usagi shuddered, terrified. 'What could be worse than him?' she wondered.

Then she was being pulled forward. She was shoved violently into a cell, and fell, scraping her hands and knees on the cold concrete floor. Blood seeped through the new yellow jumpsuit, and she fought not to cry. She had to be strong. Her family was safe and that was what mattered. She'd gotten them out. She couldn't ask for anything more.

She pulled herself together and stood, a little shakily, to look around as she started picking up the other jumpsuits, which had fallen out of her arms. The guard was still chuckling. She cringed away from the door and moved into the large room. So many people! How had it all come to this?

Now that SHE seemed to be in charge of Tokyo, there wasn't much anyone could do. People starved and fought and hurt each other. The whole city seemed to be under a cloud, and the only route to safety was to get out, though not many made it anymore. The prison system seemed to be the only thing thriving now. And here she was. She couldn't regret what she'd done, no matter what happened to her. Her mother and brother were out. She only wished she'd gotten the money in time to save her father.

She wouldn't cry.

She forced the thoughts away and focused, not wanting to appear too weak. She moved deeper into the cell, clutching her jumpsuits to her chest. The room had to be nearly fifty feet deep and thirty feet wide. The 'wall' behind her was all bars, with two separate cell doors. The other three walls had windows about fifteen feet up off the ground that were more than two feet high and ten feet across. Those were covered in more bars.

The guard had laughed when he'd informed her that the prison was not only coed, so were the cells. One hundred people to a day cell, and ten to a sleep cell. She could see those across the hall through the cell bars. She didn't know who she would be thrown in with. No one had told her, and she was afraid. What if the men hurt her? What if the guards hurt her?

She noticed that the jumpsuits of the prisoners were four different colors. Most wore yellow like hers. Others wore red, blue, or black. She didn't understand it, and if she was honest with herself she was afraid of the answer. She'd taken no more than ten steps into the cell when she was surrounded. People asked for news of the outside world, shouted out family names to see if anyone they loved had been killed, and pushed up against her until she couldn't breathe.

Three men in black jumpsuits started pulling at her, and she cried out in pain as one grabbed the long length of hair falling from one of her buns. Her spare jumpsuits fell to the floor as they fought over her. One of the men was trying to pull her to the right, another to the left, and they were shouting at each other as they tugged her arms.

She tugged one of her arms free, and tried to get the other loose, but now that the man had no resistance he was pulling her near one wall, and she couldn't get free. She kicked at him, punched his arm with her free hand, and finally bit down until he let her go. He yelled in pain and anger and backhanded her so that she fell hard on the ground, hitting her rear, shoulders, and head on the concrete.

Bright lights shot through her eyes, and her head rung in pain. The man climbed on top of her and raised a fist to punch her face. She closed her eyes, waiting for the pain. But instead his weight was lifted from her, and she was pulled up off the ground.

A deep voice growled "Mine!" and the man who had attacked her backed away, his hands held out in front of him, his posture shrinking, as though if he made himself small enough he wouldn't be visible.

The man who had spoken had his arm wrapped around her belly now, and she had been pulled so her back was pressed to one side of his chest. She turned to try and see who had saved her. Dark blue eyes, grim tight-lipped mouth, jet black hair. His arm tightened around her as he glared around him.

Four men and four women closed in on them, standing in a semicircle facing out. She didn't look at them though, because he had met her eyes, and she was caught in his stare. Somehow it felt like she knew him, but her mind refused to supply how.

Her eyes felt glued to his, as she searched for any depth or warmth in them. His blue jumpsuit nearly matched his eyes and made them seem even darker in his face. He stared back at her, not the slightest hint of mercy visible, and spoke. "You have a choice Odango Atama." His voice wasn't as harsh as before, but it was still gravelly and deep. "You can join me, be mine, or I can give you back to them. I will only make the offer once."

She gasped. She knew if she was given back to those men she would be raped and probably murdered. She shuddered at the thought and spoke quickly. "Yours."

He nodded and the group, as a whole, shifted position. A woman had somehow gathered the spare yellow jumpsuits and was holding them in a tight ball, which she handed to the tallest of her new companions. Every member of the group was looking around in every direction, making sure no one was behind them, or could threaten them in any way.

One of the girls, who had long raven-black hair, glanced over her shoulder and gave Usagi a nod, as if to say, "you'll do."

The area they led her to was in a corner. Three long benches had been pulled into a U with two of the sides against the walls, the other open to the rest of the room. The man still had her around the waist, though he had shifted her to his side when they moved. His arm was tight, possessive, hard against her softness. She might have just sold herself to the devil.

Mamoru was stunned. He'd thought of the tiny blonde often since he had last seen her, though he had tried to erase her from his mind. He had even pictured dating her if he was ever freed from this prison. Never had he expected to find her being shoved into the day cell and attacked almost immediately.

Instinct made him move, the same as it had with the others. Something about this girl called to him, as though without her he would wither away. Without so much as a thought, he threw on his angriest, fiercest scowl and strode to her rescue, removing the filth that was attacking the girl before hauling her from the ground and against his chest.

Something loosened inside him the moment he touched her. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but she belonged with him, to him. And he belonged with her, to her. Chiba Mamoru had never been more certain of anything in his life.

He had to play this carefully. He continued to keep a scowl on his face as he led her back to their territory. It wasn't much, but it was the most protected area in the room. And now there were five women to protect. He couldn't fail any of them. He had to continue the harsh façade until they could explain the rules to the newest member of their gang.

Prison life had taught him a few valuable lessons. There were few you could trust. People were dangerous when they were backed into a corner. And there were no guarantees. But he instinctively knew that this tiny little thing was about to change his life forever. He had to keep her safe.

"You have three rules to live by now," the man told Usagi a few minutes later. He had pulled her to the bench at the back of the U so that he was against the wall and had pulled her down beside him. He wasn't looking at her, instead staring and glaring at everyone who came close to the spot they'd claimed. "If you don't obey you could very well lose your life." He did look at her then, briefly, before looking around him again.

"The first rule is that you speak only to those I tell you to. Some of these people take offense at the strangest things, while others will claim you've promised them something with words or actions you don't even understand." He glared at two men in black who leered at her.

"The second rule is to obey me. If I tell you to move or run, you do it. You don't think. You don't hesitate. I always have a reason." He looked quickly down at her. "The third rule," he was already looking away again, "Is that you will not leave my side when we are out of the sleep cells. I need to be close to protect you."

He nodded to two of the men, who stood up and moved to the front of the U as though blocking the entrance to their small area. The women all sat on the other bench that was backed against the wall, watching the open bench, where the other two men still sat, now staring out at the room.

"You are part of us now, and we will expect your loyalty. In return you will receive our loyalty, and our protection. Ami here will explain things a bit more later, but first," he bent close, "this is for your protection," he whispered quietly, in a much gentler tone, and he bent his head and kissed her, hard and passionately. He speared his tongue into her mouth, taking her in, and suckling her tongue. He ended the kiss and whispered to her.

"In the eyes of everyone in this cell you are mine now, which provides some safety. Even the black suits won't touch you now. But if you leave the group for even a moment, another gang could try to hurt you, thinking it would raise themselves up." His face was against her neck now, his hands were on her, rubbing her back and butt.

"You have to be seen as mine." His voice was almost apologetic. "I'll explain in the sleep cell tonight. Until then don't fight too much, but also don't seem too eager. I promise though, I won't rape you, and none of us will hurt you in any way." When his head lifted the mask was back. He was the tough, aloof, and completely in control of his corner of the world, prison gang leader once more.

Louder, and with the growl back in his voice, he said, "don't bother to fight me girl. You are mine." His head seemed to be on a swivel. He noticed everything around them, as did all the others. She knew he was her only chance of survival, so she let herself sink into him, just enough to appear slightly willing, and let him fondle her ass.

Ami, a girl around her own age, maybe a year older, scooted closer on the bench she shared with the other three. Usagi looked at her, seeing a touch of concern in pretty blue eyes. Her voice was quiet, firm. "There are a few things you need to know now. First, the color system. Yellows like you and me, and Minako here," she pointed to a girl who had long blonde hair and blue eyes, "we have completely non-violent crimes. No one got hurt, no one was threatened, and it probably involved stealing money, food, or medicine.

"The ones in red used the threat of violence, but no actual violence was involved, like Rei here or Nephrite," she said, pointing first to the girl with long black hair and purple eyes, then to the man in red, with long brown hair.

"Blues, like Mamoru," she pointed to the man holding her, "and Makoto," she pointed to the remaining girl, whose chestnut hair was held up with a clip of some sort, "Kunzite," the man with white hair and silvery blue eyes, "Jadeite," the blonde whose hair was short, "and Zoicite," this blonde's hair was long. "Well they were convicted of assault, use of physical force with or without a weapon. Usually it's in defense of their own lives, but the law only protects the ones who fawn over the new leader."

She sighed now. "The ones in black are the rapists and murderers." When Usagi gasped, she gave a grim nod. "No one knows why they're kept in with the rest of us. There are usually only a few to a cell during the day, and no women in their sleep cells, but even then it's easy to get raped here. Unfortunately, it's also easy to die. Easier even than in the rest of the city. These guys are monsters and will take any chance they can."

Usagi nodded and scooted even closer to Mamoru. She wondered why he was there but didn't ask. She thought again about her mother and brother. She'd watched the smuggler sneaking them into the hidden compartment in his truck. Watched him drive them out of the city. They were safe. She swallowed hard, wondering if she would ever see them again.

She'd stolen fifty million yen from the safe at a jewelry store whose owners had sided with HER in the beginning. The store had once belonged to the Osaka family, who had disappeared in the middle of the night. Usagi had been best friends with Naru, the daughter, and didn't even know if her friend was alive. It had been easy to sneak in and steal the money because she had been in the store so many times.

At least the people had been Followers. She could never have taken from someone who truly needed the money. She'd do it all over again, even knowing she would be caught on tape. Her brother was only thirteen. She was about to turn seventeen, so she'd done what she had to. He needed their mother to raise him. She only wished she knew how they were now. She also wished she could have gone with them, but if she had, they would have been hunted down because of her, so she'd said her goodbyes, knowing she'd probably never see them again.

Now, after being sentenced to fifteen years for her crime, she knew these people were her only chance of survival. They looked strong and powerful, but both Mamoru and Ami had shown her kindness. That was what she clung to. That little ray of hope. To one side of the room a metal opening was raised, and people began filing towards it, grabbing bowls of food. Mamoru stood, taking her with him, and the group pulled into a tight bunch, moving forward as one, with her and Mamoru slightly to the front in the center. Maybe he really was their leader.

She stayed silent and moved as he directed using his hand on her hip. They followed the line, staying together, and when everyone had a bowl they moved back to where they had been. Each bowl was about halfway filled with noodles, with two small dumplings each, and a few small pieces of unknown vegetable. She waited to eat until Mamoru told her it was okay, and then devoured every last drop. She was still hungry, but kept silent, unsure if they could go ask for more, and not wanting to upset the fragile peace she was clinging to.

As soon as they were finished eating one of the girls took the bowls and stacked them, putting all the spoons in the top bowl, and slid them under the bench. They were mostly silent for the rest of the afternoon, leaving Usagi to her thoughts. Mamoru would occasionally fondle her if someone was looking in their direction, but mostly his hand stayed in the small of her back.

The girl was a fast learner, Mamoru thought, a little pride welling within him. Already her head was on a swivel, though she seemed lost in thought. Every sound or movement garnered her attention, though it wouldn't have been obvious to anyone who didn't understand the life. She was wary of everything, and everyone. Including himself.

He didn't mind. He hadn't had a chance to earn her trust, or to show her who he really was. Holding her tightly, fondling her in public, kissing her without permission. None of those things would inspire confidence in a normal situation. He hoped she truly understood he was doing them for her own protection and not his own selfish reasons.

As the leader of the gang, he had to be seen as the strongest, the toughest, the meanest by all the other prisoners. In reality he was rather soft spoken and, he admitted to himself, kind-heartedly he had taken in the others, first the men, and then, one by one, the women who loved them as well.

He wondered if his little blond would ever love him. She reminded him of a frightened animal. A small one. She was so tiny and frail. Far too thin already. He wished he could go and get her a second helping of food, but he couldn't be seen doting on her. It would show weakness, and that could get all of them killed. He had to maintain his image of the meanest and strongest in the day cell.

Usagi thought about her father, who had died so many weeks before. He'd been a reporter, trying to do a story on the new government. SHE had been in control of Tokyo for almost five months by then. The self-styled leader of the city wanted to rule all of Japan, and apparently, the world. It had started slowly, with city officials being replaced, and then when her power was nearly absolute, she had begun to change things. There were new taxes, new laws, and people were afraid to fight back, even if it meant families were slowly starving.

But her father... Tsukino Kenji... a very brave man, had fought in his own way, spreading the truth in an underground newspaper. She missed him. Missed the way he would call her his little bunny and toss her in the air. She missed his smile and the way he would wrap his arms around her mother, her, and Shingo, and pull them into a tight bear-hug. She missed the way he would sit and talk to her about honor and doing what was best for others even if it brought harm to oneself. She missed his bright smile and his handsome eyes.

A tear slid down her cheek, but she didn't even notice it. She remembered the day he'd died. Called a traitor and beaten to death during a 'riot' which was only made up of HER most faithful followers. And yet it had been the very opposite people who had been blamed. The story told was that he had been murdered when his readers discovered he was writing 'lies.' But Usagi had been there tucked into a crack in the wall, where her father had hidden her, as those men had pulled him away. She'd seen them again, as witnesses at her 'trial.'

Mamoru's hand slid gently across the small of her back and he whispered that now was not the time to cry. She nodded and swiped at the few stray tears. She fought for control, knowing he was right, and not wanting to cry here where so many people could see her. It was almost dark now. One of the cell doors opened, and cell numbers were called out. When the number '237' was read the man, Mamoru, pulled her up and their group moved together to the door, followed a long hallway to the end, turned down another hallway, went to the last door, and entered a sleep cell.

There were five bunks in total. One was against the wall beside the cell door. Two bunks followed each of the side walls. There was a doorway at the back of the cell, but no door. To either side of that doorway were metal desks, which were attached to the walls and a chair under each, attached to the floor. there was a small alcove above one, two shelves filled with books, the last one with jumpsuits. Ami put Usagi's new ones with the others.

Usagi looked around and walked to the doorway at the back. Inside was a tiny bathroom, a shower on one side, a sink and toilet on the other. She turned back to see the others getting comfortable, sitting on the chairs or the beds.

Mamoru beckoned her to come to the one by the door. "Welcome home," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "As long as you're quiet, we can talk safely here. Tonight, you can rest. In the morning you start training."

"Training?" Usagi wasn't sure what he meant.

"You, little Odango Atama, are going to learn self-defense, like the rest of them." He pointed to the others, who were huddled into couples on the beds.

"Usagi," she said quietly.

Mamoru nodded and smiled. "Welcome little bunny," he said in a gentle tone. "I'm Mamoru."

"Welcome to our group." said the girl with chestnut hair. "I'm Makoto and my man here is Nephrite." She cuddled into him. "It's okay, you know. None of us will hurt you." Usagi nodded, still not quite convinced, but she believed in her soul she was safer with them than alone.

"We stay in here from six at night until around eight in the morning, most days anyways. Sometimes they keep us in here during the day too." Ami said. She was cuddled up against the man with long blonde hair. "I'm Ami," she said, reminding her, "and this is Zoicite."

"I'm Jadeite," the man with short blonde hair said, "and this is my Rei." He smiled at the girl with long black hair.

"I'm Minako," said the blonde girl. "This is Kunzite." The man kissed her, and she gave him a grin. Then she continued. "Unfortunately, Mamoru is right. If you want to survive, you have to learn to defend yourself. It takes work, but I've been able to save my own ass a couple times. Some of the other prisoners try to rape the women, and you really only have two choices. You can fight back and run or lay still and let them do it. Most of us try to fight back and run, but it doesn't work if you don't know how to defend yourself."

"We can't take chances with the guards either," added Ami, sounding sad. "Even here. Us girls sleep in the bunks with our guys, up against the wall with them on the outside. It's the only safe way."

Usagi gaped at them. She wasn't ready to share a bed with a guy. Mamoru turned her head. "Like I said, I won't hurt you. Understand?" Usagi nodded. She trusted him, and the others, though she couldn't explain why. Somehow he seemed even more familiar than before.

Mamoru smiled at her, then turned to the others. "Maybe we should show her what she'll be learning in the morning. Pair up and do your warm-ups so the girls can practice the flip."

And Usagi watched as each of the girls showed her, step by step, how to flip someone over their shoulder. She figured that she would never be able to do a move like that. She was so much smaller than the other girls, even Ami. But Mamoru insisted she would be able to, and that until she could, and also perform several other moves they worked on that evening, she would not be allowed out of arms reach of him if they were out of the sleep cell.

After a time, they settled down, taking turns to shower and change into spare jumpsuits. The dirtied clothing was gathered and placed in a cloth bag attached to one of the bars of the cell. This was nothing like any prison she'd ever heard of. She had her turn in the shower, and changed, and then Mamoru urged her to climb into the bunk, and followed her, handing her the blanket from the bunk above them.

It was quiet for several minutes, and then he rolled to face her. She couldn't help letting the tears fall, now that she felt a bit safer. Her shoulders shook with sobs, but she tried to make no noise. He moved closer, until their bodies were pressed together and ran a hand up and down her arm.

"It's okay," he whispered. "I know you're frightened, but it will be okay." He helped her through the worst of the tears, then gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Go to sleep."

She turned onto her side, facing the bricks in the wall, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, his body snug against hers, the blankets wrapped tightly around them for warmth. As she fell asleep she thought she heard him whisper again. "I've got you Usako, you're safe."

Mamoru held Usagi tight as the last of her sniffles faded away and she began to snore lightly. She was so frail and small. She needed to eat more, but he knew food was almost as scarce on the outside as it was in the prison.

As soon as she was deeply asleep he rolled out of the bunk and quietly crept to the bathroom. He had to stand on the seat of the toilet to reach the vent. It was only as wide as his hand, so there would be no escape, and the removable piece was made of thin rubber, so it couldn't be used as a weapon. But there were other benefits.

Shortly after he had been put into the prison, Motoki had managed to get onto one of the work crews and had left what Mamoru needed. Inside the vent was a tiny pile of gold. He rarely pulled any out. The guards had searched the room dozens of times, even looking inside the vent, but they had never found the gold.

Now he grabbed a single tiny piece, about the size of a pea, and closed the vent again. Then he went to the cell door. Casually resting his hand on one of the bars with his fingers spread between middle and ring finger, he waited. Ten minutes passed before the night guard was able to get to him.

A book was passed through the bars, as the blonde man frowned down, looking at the cart he was pushing. "Rumors of a Taking," he said quietly.

Mamoru nodded. "How might I get extra rations. We've got one more now, too thin."

"I can't promise much," the man said, his voice hardly a whisper. "I'll try to get an extra ration or two thrown in. It'll cost."

"How much?"

The guard frowned. "I honestly don't know. I still have a piece from last time. Maybe one more. I saw her briefly earlier. Who is she?"

"Usagi. Family name Tsukino if I heard right."

The guard nodded, tugging at his cap a bit. "I've heard the name. Underground newspaper. The father was murdered in a 'riot,' and then the rest of the family was being starved. Mother couldn't find work and the only place that would take the girl was… let's just say it's not a place I'd want my sister working. Stole money to get her family out. Seen on video tape and caught three days later. The trial was an awful business. Sentence far too steep for the crime."

Mamoru only nodded. Usagi was brave, he'd give her that much.

"And Grandfather sent something for Rei. It's in the book," the guard said, his green eyes twinkling for just a moment before he hid them again. "I can't stay. Here, have another book, just in case someone was wondering."

Mamoru took the second book and slipped the gold to the guard, hidden within the motion. "Thanks Motoki," he whispered.

As soon as his friend was gone he took the books to the shelf. The first book had a letter hidden inside and he slipped it into Rei's hand. She was still awake and nodded in thanks. Jadeite smiled at him and he nodded back.

When he slid back into the bed Usagi was shivering. He pulled her blanket up higher, then pulled his over them both, wrapping his arm around her waist. The thought of another Taking disturbed him. He hadn't had a chance to warn the girl yet. With a sigh, he finally fell asleep. Kunzite had first watch anyways. He could hear the whispers between him and Minako as he drifted into dreams.

Original Chapter 1 Reviews

phillynz chapter 1 . Aug 28, 2018
Loving this

TropicalRemix chapter 1 . Aug 28, 2018
are they going to be in jail a long time or are they going to escape?

Guest chapter 1 . Aug 28, 2018
Your best story so far

Magic713 chapter 1 . Aug 29, 2018
Really nice so far. Interesting world you developed.
I do enjoy the fact that, even in this horrible place, Usagi has at least been found by people who brought her into their fold and are protecting her and teach her to defend herself. I really like friendships like that in fics.

Sailor Moon-fan chapter 1 . Aug 29, 2018
An interesting story! Are Usagi and other prisoners going to escape after drafting a plan and starting to fight Beryl?

knowall7 chapter 1 . Aug 29, 2018
Amazing job here. Love the path you chose to take with the story. Thanks for sharing :)

Sailor Moon-fan chapter 1 . Aug 30, 2018
Are Usagi and other prisoners going out?

haruka-usagi-forever chapter 1 . Aug 30, 2018
I love the way you wrote this and will continue reading if there's more.

SailorMoon489 chapter 1 . Sep 7, 2018
I was hesitant at first to read this... i don't really know why... but this first chapter has me hooked! Moving on to the next chapters, i can't wait to see how Usagi's training will go!