Well sigh. I'm really looking forward to posting new stories with my new version of slightly more intense writing, but I told myself I wouldn't post any more stories until I finished at least two, if not three! I need inspiration! Somebody help me!

TropicalRemix: Nope, not yet.

tolazytologin: Well, there'll be some mixed reactions, that's for sure.

Moonlight Pheonix: LOL, rambling completely understandable. As for the whole 'abandoned friends' thing, I might include Naru, but I'm trying to avoid stretching my stories out longer than they need to be, as stated in the Author's Note above.

PriestessHelene: Thanks!

No Name: Well, I do work as fast as I can, but if I try to force the story out, it winds up looking bad. And I assure you, Usagi and Mamoru will be going out soon.

Midnight: Here ya go!

No Name: Thanks, and ta da! Here it is!

Usagi yawned tiredly as she found herself lying on Mamoru's couch, her head in his lap, looking through the various job applications she had been sent.

"Odango, why are you doing this?" Mamoru asked out of the blue as he put a red 'X' over one of the resumes. "Shouldn't the princess be doing this?"

"We're splitting the work evenly," Usagi explained. "I got Asia. Easiest to read, but the most in quantity."

"Hm, I didn't know you knew what the word 'quantity' meant," Mamoru mocked, earning him a gentle slap on the chest from Usagi. "Seriously, though, when are you going to tell me your part in all this? Your story doesn't quite line up the with senshi's, but you have the proof that says that you are, in fact, working at the Crystal Palace."

Usagi let out a small laugh. "What?" she asked. "Mr. Playboy doesn't have enough brain cells to figure out the truth?"

"Hey, I thought I was supposed to make fun of you for your lack of intelligence," Mamoru joked, earning a smile from Usagi. "But I just want to know the truth, honest. I won't tell anyone; I just want to know that you trust me. You've been going on this emotional roller coaster this past week; I'm worried about you. Maybe I shouldn't let you go back to that palace."

"That's blackmail!" Usagi claimed, though she could tell from the look on Mamoru's face that he had no intentions of forcing the answer out of her.

"Actually, it's extortion," Mamoru corrected.

"Either way, you are a massive jerk," Usagi accused, sitting up and facing him.

"You love my massive jerk-ness," Mamoru smirked.

"And if I were to agree?" Usagi asked, looking up at Mamoru. Mamoru looked down at Usagi, and he slowly moved to put a hand on her waist and bring her closer to him. They came closer and closer together, until their lips were nearly touching.

Then, Mamoru turned his head away. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I can't."

"Why not?" Usagi asked, her eyebrows furrowing. "Is it because of my age, or-"

"I've had these weird dreams all my life," Mamoru began to explain. "There is this princess... I think we're on the moon, and we're standing on a balcony. She begs me to bring her this Ginzuishou every night, and she says that if I do, I can get my memories back from when I was a kid before..." He voice trailed off, and he glanced to Usagi. "Before my parents died. There was a crash, and I lost my memories. And with this princess, I feel like I could really get my memories back, but lately the dreams have been turning... romantic."

Usagi watched Mamoru throughout his entire speech, and she felt her mind melting away to nothing. There was no way Mamoru-baka could be the prince in her dreams! But still, he mentioned the Ginzuishou... "I think your princess and my princess are one in the same," she stated, surprising even herself with her bluntness. "Be at the palace gates tomorrow at five, and you'll be let in."

Mamoru was confused, to say the least. He felt himself grow even more confused when Usagi pulled one of those giant gibberish books out of her book bag and opened it to the page she had bookmarked. She hadn't gotten around to reading it since Wednesday, meaning she had yet to reach the page with Endymion on it. She then flipped the page and, low and behold, Mamoru's picture was the main feature. The man she met in her dreams claimed to be a Terran prince, and there he was in the book.

"Odango, why is my picture in your book?" he asked, his eyebrows knitted.

"It's a long story, but it just confirms that your princess and my princess are one in the same. I can't tell you any more than that for now, but be outside the gates at five tomorrow," Usagi commanded. "Promise?"

"Uh, I-I promise, but-"

"Not allowed to tell you any more," she quickly silenced him, though she could feel excitement bubbling up inside her.

Mamoru only let out a breath of a laugh and shook his head. "You will always be able to confuse me, won't you, Odango?"

"That's my goal in life," Usagi joked before the two got back to work.

Mamoru nervously paced in front of the gates of the palace- well, as much as he could with all the paparazzi waiting around there. One of the last things he had expected was for a blonde girl with a crescent moon on her forehead that looked suspiciously like Usagi to run up to the palace gates, and open them just long enough for her to pull him inside. The girl smiled up at him, and Mamoru realized just who he was looking at.

"Moon Princess," he whispered in shock.

"Actually, it's Serenity," Usagi smiled back. They stood there for a few moments, their hands locked together, unwittingly giving the paparazzi plenty of photo opportunities before they ran inside the palace, smiles on their faces.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mars demanded upon seeing Usagi in her princess form standing with Mamoru. She pulled the blonde away from Mamoru. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Wait, where is Odan- Usagi-chan?" Mamoru demanded. "She's the one who told me to come here."

Mars glared daggers at Serenity, practically ordering her not to do what she was expecting.

"Actually, Mamoru-san," Serenity said, taking a step back to Mamoru. "I am Usagi, Sailor Moon, Moon Princess."

Mamoru paled suddenly, staring down at Usagi. Then, without a word, he started walking away. He left the palace in a huff, Usagi trying to follow after him. However, Rei grabbed her friend's arm. "Usagi-chan, you can't possibly think you can go out there-"

"Well I am," Usagi replied, tearing herself from the fire senshi's grip and running after Mamoru. She exited the palace just in time to see him storming out the gates, and Usagi ran after him, the press, of course, running after her. By the time she had finally caught up with the man (who'd have thought Mamoru could walk so fast), he was at the outskirts of the park.

She grabbed his hand, her eyes beginning to water. "Please, Mamoru-san, you have to understand-"

"Understand what?" Mamoru snapped, turning around to face her as the paparazzi caught up to Usagi. "That you lied to me? That you tricked me?"

"I didn't want you to be in danger from anyone who would want to hurt me, and... and... I love you," she blurted out. "Oh my God... I love you." A single tear fell from her left eye, and for some reason, it began glowing. Everyone watched in shock as the tear hung suspended in midair. The Nijizuishou flew out of nowhere to the tear, causing the light to shine brighter and burst out, everyone but Usagi and Mamoru shielding their eyes. They could only stare on as the Ginzuishou was finally formed. The two closed their eyes, memories rushing back.

Slowly, the light faded, and Usagi and Mamoru opened their eyes to stare at each other. "Endymion," Usagi whispered.

"Serenity," Mamoru replied in an equally quiet voice, taking a step forward. He put a hand on her cheek, tilted her head up, and kissed her on the lips.

Yeah, so... not the longest chapter in the world, but you've gotta admit: that was the perfect place to end it. Mamoru is still miffed at Usagi, and I'll show that in the next chapter, but they just got their memories back and were getting all sappy. What did you expect?