The Prison
Chapter Three
Third Day
The Prison Yard

*****TRIGGER WARNING*****
This chapter speaks of mass death and may trigger some readers.

Usagi woke with a start. Something was digging into her backside. It took her a moment to realize Mamoru was excited in his sleep. His breathing was still the deep heavy breathing of a sleeper, though once or twice it hitched, and occasionally his hips moved, and he pressed harder against her. She wasn't sure what to do. She pulled slightly away, but there wasn't much space left between her and the wall.

She scuttled slowly to the end of the bed, wiggling a bit like a worm to move and made her way to the bathroom. The only window was there, framed by the doorway as she looked into the room. The sun wasn't up yet. She did her business and splashed water on her face, thinking about what she had learned the day before. There was much to think about.

The little black cat had been curled up around her head on the bunk, and now followed her into the bathroom. The feline gave her a strange look when she slid down the wall under the window. "Hey little kitty." She said in a near whisper. "I know, this is a weird place to sit huh?" She scratched the cat under the chin. "I don't want to wake anyone up, and I don't think I can go back to sleep."

She worked to fix her hair into the braid. It had come partly undone during the night and most of it was a frizzy mess.

"This place is totally freaking me out," she confided. "I really wish I could save everyone here, especially the kids," she admitted. "The people in this prison don't deserve to be here. Most of them anyways. Most of the people here should be free, home with their families. I wish I knew how to help them."

Usagi wet her finger and worked at the smudge on the cat's forehead. Barely any remained now. It would have to do as the cat was squirming and she didn't want anyone else to wake up just yet.

"I feel so afraid." she admitted finally. "I know the others are going to try to protect me, but what if they get hurt because of it? What if that guard attacks them or singles the whole cell out because of me. I don't know if we're any safer as a group than each of us alone. Does that make sense?" She let out a tiny giggle. "Of course, it doesn't. You're a cat." She smiled at the little feline. "Can I tell you a secret?" she moved her face closer to the cat. "I'm not very brave," she admitted. "But I think I have to save them."

Mamoru heard Usagi talking to the cat and smiled. He had woken up the instant she'd moved, but he didn't follow her. Unfortunately, his attraction to her had caused a physical response, and the last thing he wanted to do was frighten her.

As Usagi admitted her fears to the feline he had to nod his head in agreement. Perhaps there was more danger being all together, but there was more safety too. Because they were top dog in the day cell, they had a level of protection from the other prisoners.

He wished he could kiss Usagi and make all her fears go away. He had to find a way to protect her, and to get her out. As it was, neither he or Motoki was sure how much longer they could keep up their work. Motoki had hidden among the guards in the first week after Mamoru arrived, and now he was accepted among their number, but slowly the ranks of the guards were changing. Many who had been kind were now gone, replaced by those who acted more like the red-haired man.

He needed to find out that guard's name. Knowledge was power in a place like this. And Mamoru was feeling rather powerless at the moment. He didn't know enough about his enemy.

As light crept in through the bathroom window, Mamoru stood and went to the book shelf. Hidden, one page per book, were old issues of the newspaper Usagi's father had run. Each issue was only the one sheet, back and front. They type was small, and the pictures tiny. There was no name to the articles, but he knew who the man was now.

He opened each of the seventeen sheets from separate books and moved into the bathroom, settling on his knees in front of Usagi. She looked up from the cat and stared at him.

"I have something I want to give you," Mamoru whispered. "I wasn't sure if it would make you happy or sad, but I thought about it and decided the choice was yours."

He held out the folded sheets to her. Usagi gasped and reached out with a shaking hand to take the papers. "How?" she asked, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

"My friend was smuggling them to me. I didn't realize it was your father who wrote them until you got here."

"Thank you," Usagi whispered, and she reached out and hugged him. "Thank you so much."

"I just wanted you to know how much hope he gave me. That someone out there was fighting back. That someone out there knew my name."

Usagi opened the first one and there, at the top of the sheet, was 'Chiba Mamoru, Innocent Victim of a Corrupt New Government.' Usagi had seen the article before, of course. She had read it the day her father wrote it, when he had asked them if they were truly sure they understood the dangers they would face if they joined the resistance.

"I thought about you," Usagi said quietly. "After we met. It was the day I asked my father if he would help. I'd seen things before, but until I learned you were being taken away, I guess I had kept my head in the sand. I didn't want to think about what was happening. I convinced myself my best friend and her family had simply moved away, or that people losing their jobs and businesses and homes was just a recession."

She bit her lip. "When I first saw you, I thought you were in a hurry, and maybe lost. I've felt guilty ever since. If I had pointed you in any other direction than the lobby, you might not have been caught."

Mamoru shook his head. "No, I would have been. SHE wanted me and would have torn the city apart looking. Anyone who tried to help me would have been hurt or even killed. But I've been able to help people even here. My friend and I have helped dozens of people escape."

"Really?" she asked, looking impressed.

Mamoru nodded. "He's hidden among the guards under a fake name. We use my gold to smuggle people back into the city. At first it was the kids, but he can't get to them anymore, so now it's the young girls, because there are people like that red-haired guard. People they can't fight."

"None of us can get out though, can we?" Usagi asked, showing a level of wisdom far beyond her years. "We either fought back or our family did. People will remember us on the outside and that would mean we would get caught again."

"I thought about having Motoki smuggle the guys out," Mamoru admitted. "But then we found out the smuggler was planning to turn them back in for a reward."

Usagi shook her head. "And you can't even really be mad at them," she said sadly. "Most people can't feed their families or buy medicine. And we're all trapped, in the prison or not."

He nodded. "Exactly. I am going to try to get your hair dye though, if I can."

"We'll see," Usagi said. "Thank you for these. Is there somewhere you've been keeping them? We don't have time to read them this morning, but I don't want them being taken away."

He led her to the books still laid out on the desk and together they hid the pages again, then put the books back on the shelf. He heard Usagi sniffling and pulled her into his arms, giving her a hug he hoped comforted her.

When they entered the field of the prison yard Usagi saw two other groups of ten prisoners. The three groups converged and stood together in front of a table that was holding their breakfast and lunch. They grabbed the lunches and put them into little mesh bags that had been stacked on the bars of their cells that morning. The breakfasts consisted of a roll that had an egg inside with a piece of cheese. They ate these standing up around the prison yard.

Over to one side, in the early light, they could see a big blue tarp covering something. None of them went close. As curious as Usagi was, she had a bad feeling about the tarp. She wanted to ask the two other cell groups, but they turned away as soon as she looked towards them after seeing the tarp. She realized she didn't want to know, but was about to find out.

A guard came over and told them to line up by group. Their cell, 237, had five men and five women. Cell 217 had three women and seven men, while 119 had six men and four women. She stuck close to Mamoru, and several times she felt his hand on her shoulder or arm.

"Your task is to remove what is under the tarp from the compound. You will load it, climb into your assigned truck, dispose of it, and return. You will not speak of what you see or do with anyone when you return. If you are caught speaking about it your cell will be the next Taken." He pointed them towards the tarps and another guard removed it, not looking down.

When she looked where the guard pointed she almost threw up, covering her mouth with her hand before turning away to get herself under control. Seventeen bodies laid on a blue tarp. They were unclothed, and unmarred, save for a few bruises.

"Load them into the last truck." The guard sounded upset but continued. "Cell 237, truck one. 217, truck two. 119 truck three."

They paired up, one to hold under each person's shoulders, and one for their feet, and loaded the bodies into the last truck. Usagi was with Mamoru, and she was thankful for that because he asked her to look at him while he guided their steps.

She couldn't help the tears that leaked down her face. It was the most horrible thing she had ever seen. With three cells they only had to carry one person, this one a middle-aged woman. Her body was a greyish white and, except for bruises on her arms, there was no mark on her. There was no explanation as to what had killed her.

They carefully carried the woman to the last truck and delicately put her inside. The other teams were being just as gentle. None of them said a word as they bent to their task. Finally, they loaded into their assigned trucks. Usagi wished she hadn't eaten. The truck door was swung shut behind them and they were closed into what amounted to a metal box with only one light, coming from a tiny window in the back door. They were completely separated from the driver, and no guard was put into the back with them.

The drive was about ten minutes long, and slightly bumpy. There were no seatbelts. It was dark in the truck, and there wasn't much to hold on to. Usagi swayed back and forth on her seat until Mamoru pulled her close and put his head against hers. "It'll be okay," he promised. But they both knew he was lying to make her feel better.

When the truck stopped, and they all climbed out, Mamoru thought he might get sick himself. They had seventeen bodies to bury and by the looks of the field where they stopped, there were hundreds, maybe even thousands more. There were no markers, no respect for the dead. They were being thrown away as though they were nothing. He prayed to the kami to guide their spirits, but there was nothing else he could do for them.

With seventeen to bury and thirty people, there were an odd number of graves to dig. He sent Usagi with Minako, Rei with Makoto, Ami with Zoicite, and the rest of them each worked alone. When the others were done theirs they simply moved over to them to help, Usagi stepping into the grave he was working while the others spread out to help anyone else.

Mamoru was struggling. As he dug, all he could think was that there was a chance one day someone else might be digging his grave, or Usagi's, or any of the others. His resolve to find a way out increased.

Usagi had silent tears streaming down her face as she dug, and her jaw was clenched with anger and sadness. He watched something grow in her. A light began to shine in her eyes and he saw fierce determination. She was thinking something, maybe planning something. Somehow, he knew it was important.

As she pressed her shovel into the ground, tears streamed down Usagi's face. In her borrowed red garb, her hairstyle changed, she might have appeared different, but the same person was inside. She cried for the seventeen people who had been taken and were now being buried here. She wasn't sure what to make of what she had seen.

She only knew that they had to get out of the prison before they were next. Usagi was determined that when she did get out, they would take the children with them, and anyone else they could. She couldn't picture leaving anyone behind, but those children really needed help.

Usagi wished briefly that things like magic were real, so she could do a spell and break open the walls of the prison. Unfortunately, she couldn't let the people in black jumpsuits out. That would cause danger to the other people in Tokyo.

She dug the shovel in again, and her shoulders and arms protested as she threw the pile onto the mound beside her. They'd been taking turns digging. All of them had spent some time in one grave or another. They were in an open field within a heavily wooded area, and were surrounded by rows of older, but still recent, graves. None were marked. She wiped at her face with the back of her hand. This was the most depressing thing she'd ever had to do.

Her hands were blistered, and her whole body was sore and tired. Even their trainings from that morning and the day before hadn't made her this exhausted. Now she was doubly sure she had to do the trainings. She just wished she knew a way to get everyone out. She sighed and bent for another shovelful of dirt. Was this what she could look forward to for her and her new friends?

When the graves were dug, they paired up to carry the bodies in. None were clothed, and none had a marker. She didn't know any of their names. She just wished she could do something for them.

Usagi bent her head with a silent prayer to the kami for them to be cared for on their journey to the spirit world. She grabbed onto Mamoru's hand on one side, and Ami's on the other. Without thought or planning, every person in the three cells joined hands and bent their heads for just a moment, giving silent respect to those who had been treated with none. The guards joined them first, and a moment later, the drivers, who had very little contact with the inmates.

She could hear the others murmuring their own prayers, and Mamoru, beside her, whispered that he was sorry he couldn't save them. Her heart broke.

No eye was dry among the group standing around those graves. No heart was unmoved. Not the prisoners, not the guards, not the drivers. Seventeen graves, dug by the hands of prisoners, who might end up in more unmarked graves beside them soon. When they finally turned not a word was spoken.

The guard that held the door open, touched Usagi briefly on the shoulder and Mamoru stiffened in fear, but the man merely shook his head. "No one's ever done that before." His voice was sad. "Thank you."

Usagi nodded her head, but she was still weeping and didn't speak.

The guard gave her a tiny smile. "You may want to wait and eat your lunches when you get back to your cell. I'll see if I can get you all something extra."

Mamoru thanked him as Usagi was crying too hard to talk, and the guard reached out and shook his hand. He whispered another thank you before hurrying them into the truck. The door closed behind them and a moment later he heard the front doors close as well.

He tried to keep his own face calm, but in the darkness of the truck he let a few tears fall. None of those people had deserved to die that way. None of those people had deserved to be buried without proper rites.

He clung to Usagi in the dark, praying for her safety.

Usagi was more exhausted than she had ever been in her life. And sadder than she could ever remember being. It had been sad and heartbreaking and even devastating to lose her father, to watch her mother and brother being smuggled away.

But this? Seventeen men and women, several possibly younger than she and the other girls in her cell. Just gone. For what reason? Why had they been Taken, and why were they dead now?

She let the tears fall as Mamoru clutched her to his chest.

Why had none of the other prisoners heard of the burials? Why had they been allowed out of the prison to bury them? Wouldn't it have cowed the prisoners more to watch the burials?

Usagi realized it was probably due to them not wanting word to get out of the prison. People would riot in the streets… even here in Japan, where the people were always respectful of others. She wondered if any of the children had been killed. Surely the guards weren't such monsters as that.

Were they in more danger now because they knew? It became more and more clear to Usagi that she and the others wouldn't be leaving the prison alive unless they did something to stop HER. They had to escape and go after her somehow. But how?

The truck rocked from side to side on the uneven road. She and Mamoru nearly fell off the bench as the truck went over a particularly bad bump. None of them had eaten their lunches, and as the guard had closed the door he suggested they eat them when they returned to their cells. They would be going straight in them, though it was only just past one in the afternoon.

The guard had given them a sad smile and thanked them, saying no one had ever acted that way before. It was all so horrible. She couldn't bear the thought that one day Mamoru or the others might be put into unmarked graves the same way. It was no wonder the guards didn't keep track of the inmates or try to learn their names.

She knew most of the guards were probably good people in a bad situation, though there were a few who enjoyed their positions of power. The trucks rumbled back into the prison yard and they were led through back hallways to get to their cells. She noticed Mamoru studying their path and took more notice herself, hoping to memorize it.

A white cat streaked by them, his forehead smudged the way the little black cat had been. He stopped and turned, looking at Minako, and then followed them back to their cell. They took turns in the shower, none for too long, to be fair to each other, and sat quietly on their bunks, no one speaking for a long time.

A guard came by, and Usagi recognized the one who had closed the door as they'd left the hidden graveyard. He had a bag over his shoulder and stopped at the door. "I'm sorry you had to see that today," he said quietly. "I wanted to give you these."

He handed the bag in through the bars and Mamoru took it. "Remember not to speak about what you saw." That last was in a whisper, and he looked each way before leaning in. "Be careful, they have something planned soon."

The guard was gone a moment later, and Usagi wondered if they would ever see him again. Mamoru opened the bag and found a pile of sandwiches like those they'd eaten that morning. He handed them out, and everyone had two. Their lunches were prepackaged, so they took them out of the mesh bags and hid them in a stack under one of the bunks.

Minako now had the white cat mostly cleaned. She had found a sock and was using that to clean the black smudge. Usagi took its match and did the same for the smudge on the black cat. She gave her a few bites of egg while she worked.

They sat there in silence for a long time. Then Mamoru stood and asked if anyone would like to work on their self-defense. The rest followed. Kunzite seemed aggravated and corrected every mistake with a bit of a growl in his voice.

The two cats watched from one of the bunks, their heads now cleaned, until they finished. Exhausted, Usagi stumbled and would have fallen during one of the moves if Makoto hadn't caught her. Mamoru told her to go sit, and finally she did. The two cats snuggled against her and the three of them watched.

"We have to get these people out of here," Usagi said finally. The words had been burning a hole in her all day. "I don't think I can take it, knowing what's going to happen. Those kids..." She trailed off as the others paused and turned to look at her.

Mamoru came and sat on the bunk. "I agree," he said after a few minutes. "But getting out might be a problem. It's not like any of us have any power."

"I can't bear it." Usagi broke down. "All those poor people." She sniffled. "What if those kids are next?"

"I'd like to know what the hell happened to them," Kunzite's voice was a low growl. "Not a damned mark to be seen, but they were definitely dead. Looked grey."

"I don't know. They looked perfectly healthy, if a bit underfed." Ami ran her fingers through her hair and Nephrite nodded along with her as she continued. "It was almost as though they died in their sleep, except they looked terrified, so they must have been awake. What could have done that to them?"

"They were completely drained of their energy," said a female voice they didn't recognize. As one they turned to look towards the cell bars, and Rei stood to go look, but Jadeite motioned her back and looked himself. "I'm over here with Usagi," said the voice, and Usagi looked down. It was the little black cat.

"My name is Luna. My friend here is Artemis."

Rei nodded, looking over to the window wistfully. "Phobos, Deimos," she murmured, but Mamoru caught the mournful tone.

"Cats can't talk." Minako said resolutely.

"I'm not an ordinary cat." Luna answered in a reasonable tone.

No one spoke for several minutes.

"Um... hi?" Usagi said after a long silence. "Are we having a mass hallucination, or did you really just talk?"

"I can speak. I can also help you." The cat said primly.

"This isn't what the Queen had in mind when she sent you into the future," added Artemis. "You were supposed to have normal, happy lives this time..." He trailed off sounding thoroughly pissed. "I should have known Beryl…

"Don't say that name!" everyone else in the cell hissed, terrified. Mamoru stood and went to the door. None of the guards were near them. He sighed in relief.

"… would cause problems again. She's woken Metalia already." Artemis finished as he returned to his seat.

Usagi cocked her head to the side, and looked down at the white cat, who seemed to be blushing. She looked to the other side, at Luna, who was giving the now red-faced Artemis an annoyed look. The black cat then jumped down from Usagi's side and sat on the floor.

"Can someone keep a lookout?" Luna asked.

Jadeite, who was still near the door, nodded and looked through the bars. The black cat began to talk in a very quiet voice. "I'm not sure how the ten of you found each other, and you aren't all collected yet, there are still more of you, but ten are enough to begin. I was only hoping for one or two, but I should have known you all would have fought back in one way or another. You are all reborn from a different time."

She settled down as though to tell a long story. "More than a thousand years ago, the world was… more than it is today. The solar system was under the kindhearted rule and protection of Queen Serenity. She was the Queen of the Silver Millennium, of the moon. While there was a ruling family from each planet, she was charged with the rule of all. This was because she was the protector of the Maboroshi no Ginzuishou, the Silver Crystal."

Artemis climbed down and went to sit beside Luna. "She had one daughter," he began. "Also named Serenity, and one son Tsukiyomi."

"The ruling families of the nine planets had their own responsibilities. The ruling family of Earth for instance was charged with the protection of their people, as most lived on the Earth. Very few lived on the other planets, and all of those had royal blood to one degree or another." Luna sighed.

"The ruling planets Mars, Venus, Jupiter, and Mercury would send their daughters to the Moon to train and become Senshi, as well as the protection of the princess, who was in training herself with the Silver Crystal," she continued.

Artemis interjected. "Meanwhile, there were other planets charged with protection from outside invaders, and over other things. "Pluto also had charge of Time, Saturn was the guardian of death and rebirth. Neptune watched for hints of enemies, while Uranus was charged with leading the outer Senshi."

Artemis paused to lick his paw and scrape it over his forehead. "There were other guardians, the Hogosha. These were those associated with the many moons, with the sun, with the asteroids and comets and the other, smaller planets."

Luna took up the tale again. "On Earth there were four kingdoms charged with protecting the four corners of the world, but they all answered to the Golden Millennium. The King, Endymion, had lost his will to do his duty after the loss of his wife, and so charge of the planet went early to the prince, also Endymion." She gave a sad sigh.

"The four princes of the planet were his protectors. They each had a skill of their own, as well as many shared abilities." Luna sighed. "The Princess, charged with watching over all the planets, saw Prince Endymion and began to fall in love with him. She would sneak to the Earth and watch him. One day he saw her, and the two fell madly in love." She smiled as if in memory.

"They were engaged after a time," Artemis continued, "and the protectors of Earth's regions, the Shitennou, found their soulmate brides in the Inner Senshi, each of whom complimented the powers of one of them. Their love was as deep as that of Endymion and Serenity, and their bonds were just as beautiful."

"And then Ber..." Luna's voice cracked as she stopped herself.

"Don't say that name," Mamoru warned.

"SHE was from the Earth and was a lesser princess to a small kingdom. She had long been infatuated with the prince but had never spoken. She chose to let jealousy change her, and when she learned of an ancient evil, called Metalia, hidden in the coldest region of the North, she went to her, and freed her. Metalia had HER begin collecting energy to feed her and make her stronger, and had people brought to her so that she could change them with her evil, or further corrupt the evil already in their hearts."

Mamoru was seeing images in his mind. Images of his Usagi, but she looked different. Her hair more silver, her dress a white gown with golden embroidery. He saw a rose garden lit by moonlight, and a white balcony from which he and Usagi stood looking out at the Earth below. The images came to his head, and they were painful.

Usagi had been listening intently, but heard a gasp, and looked over to see Mamoru with his fist to his forehead. She put a hand on his arm to ask if he was alright. He leaned slightly against her but didn't speak.

Luna nodded and kept talking. "Prince Endymion and Princess Serenity, and their protectors, were still unaware of this of course, and were excited for their upcoming weddings. It was to be a joint ceremony, held on Venus. They all arrived, passed their trials, and the weddings and each Soul-Bonding took place. And then each couple spent the two weeks of isolation required for newly-weds. When they returned, they found things much altered."

Usagi had begun to see images in her mind. An orange and pink glow in the air, hidden rooms, hot springs, and the feelings of warmth and contentment and pure joy and love. And the face of Mamoru moving towards her in a pool of shallow water, tinged pink, as he prepared to kiss her. She let out a gasp of her own as her head began to throb painfully.

"There was war and strife on Earth now, and people were disappearing. Some died, but most came back altered. Angry and cruel, they turned against those they loved dearly. They often took their own friends and family members to be turned. The four princes of the realm were tricked by their own families, and were held and tortured, turned against their Prince and the Princess." Artemis bowed his head.

"War came to the Earth, to the other planets, and then finally to the Moon. The people, under a strange spell, attacked the Moon Kingdom. Each of the Shitennou, now a Dark General, was charged with killing their own wife, to leave the Princess open to be destroyed. They carried out their tasks, but in the moment their wives died, the shock and pain awoke them, and they killed themselves." More gasps filled the room. But Usagi couldn't so much as look up. Her head was throbbing so painfully now.

"Prince Endymion raced there, to save his bride, and as he was trying to take her to safety, the two were caught at the top of the castle steps by B- HER and a mob of mindless innocents. None of them even aware of their own presence. SHE attempted to sway Endymion to take her side, and when he refused, she struck out at Princess Serenity. Endymion lunged in front of her taking the blow and was killed. When SHE saw he was dead, SHE asked the Princess to join her cause instead. Knowing she might be turned, Serenity then took up Endymion's sword and ended her life."

"The Queen, driven nearly mad by pain and anger, fought Metalia back into her prison and sealed her away. She took up the Silver Crystal and made her Wish. It took her life in the process, but she healed the planet Earth, and took everyone from all other planets and placed them there, sending them into the future to live happy lives. She put her daughter, the prince, and the other Senshi and Shitennou into a deep sleep until it was time for them to be reborn. We slept near them, a different sort of sleep, as we were only in stasis and wouldn't be reborn." Artemis gave a sad smile.

"And here you are, more than a thousand years later," sighed Luna. "But this is not how it was supposed to be. It was meant to be a happy existence for all of you, and the others. You were meant to meet and fall in love in ordinary ways." She bowed her head. "But as soon as we recognized HER, Artemis and I knew we had to search for you. Someone covered our markings though, and for a time we forgot our task. Months we've been here, our logical thinking nearly gone, replaced by instinct alone, until you found and helped us."

"We are so sorry for what we are about to do to you," Artemis added. "But it's time for you to take your places as protectors." There was a sudden flash from the crescent on his forehead, and a moment later another from Luna. A bright light filled the cell, only for a brief time, but when it was gone, all ten prisoners, who had been remembering their pasts as the cats spoke, felt the stirrings of their own power.

Usagi looked down at her hands and saw a brooch, small and round. The other girls held up small sticks that looked like pens with pretty toppers. Mamoru held a metal rose in his hand, while the other men all had a small round pin, which looked like it would attach to a shirt collar.

"With these, you can become the Senshi and Shitennou again." Luna said quietly.

No one spoke. It was the quietest cell in the prison for a long time. Each person was dealing with difficult memories. Somehow Usagi knew that this would not be as simple as breaking down the prison walls and walking out. Mamoru suddenly pulled Usagi onto his lap and looked down into her eyes. Even sitting on his legs his head was higher than hers, and when she looked up at him, she felt overwhelmed with the need to protect him. He bent his head and met her lips with his own in a gentle kiss.

She sighed and melted into him, feeling like she had come home. His arms tightened around her and she rested her head on his shoulder and let him hold her close. She snuggled against her soulmate, praying this time she wouldn't be forced to watch him die. He seemed to be struggling with similar thoughts.

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Sailor MH chapter 3 . Sep 6, 2018
Well written!

James Birdsong chapter 3 . Sep 6, 2018
Good three chapters