A/N - First, I want to thank anyone who is reading this, especially the ones who commented. I didn't plan on anything bad part one, but sudden inspiration is not something to ignore. Not that this is anything big - a little one-shot, like the first part. I just didn't see the point of posting separately. I'm also not planning on anything past this. Comments are, as always, appreciated.

Disclaimer - I do not own Sailor Moon, or any associated characters or worlds.

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Pt. 2 - Hidden Questions

Shingo was watching the news when Usagi walked into the room. It was another report on the mysterious senshi - some budding photographer had taken yet another fuzzy picture filled with bright lights and silhouttes. The anchorman had just introduced some self-proclaimed expert on all things senshi when Usagi snatched the remote from his hands and changed the channel.

"I was watching that, meatball head!" He wasn't really, but she didn't need to know that.

"Oh, please! All of this senshi mania is so stupid," she scoffed. And there it was again. Shingo clearly remembered a sister who anxiously awaited the new Sailor V manga and was late coming home each day because she was playing the Sailor V game at the Crowne Palace. This blonde flipping through the stations looked like his sister, and most of the time she acted like her; however, every once in a while there was something off. Whenever the Sailor Senshi were brought up, she'd get real quiet and this strange look would creep into her eyes - a little sad, a little wistful and a little mature. It annoyed him, for Shingo found he couldn't fight with Usagi when she had that look.

The fast-paced channel surfing stopped abruptly - on another news channel, ironically. Shingo broke from his thoughts to hear the reporter announce the breaking news of a youma attack at the mall. They cut to shaky camera footage of a 6-foot scaly monster, and Shingo almost jumped from the sudden screams. The image zoomed in and they could see the cause - the youma had a little girl grasped in one of its hands (did they have hands? Shingo absently wondered). Usagi stood quickly, dropping the remote to the ground.

As the batteries rolled under the chair, Shingo looked up at her. Her fists were clenched and there was a fire in her eyes that almost made him back instinctively away. This was the mysterious new Usagi again; she was tall, imposing and powerful. Shingo paused - powerful? Where had that come from? He shook his head, reminding himself of her latest klutz attack, but when he looked again, he couldn't deny it. There was a power radiating from her. However, before he could think on it any more, she darted from the room. Shingo could hear the door slam as the screen went black, and the anchorwoman returned. Sighing, he decided that his sister was just being a stupid teenager again. However, when another fuzzy shot of the Sailor Senshi popped up on screen, he couldn't help but think there was something familiar about the leader with the pigtails.