Chapter 5

The silence seemed to echo throughout the abandoned warehouse. It's dark appearance and dank odor becoming more apparent to its teenage occupant. Sailor Moon sniffled as she stepped into her fuku, and she swiftly pulled it up over her body. She slid her arms into the sleeve-holes, then smoothed out the front of her outfit. She carefully straightened her hair, took a deep breath, and scanned her surroundings. She was alone.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" she screeched in anger. She then began violently kicking and throwing anything she could get her hands on. Cardboard boxes were booted into the darkness, packing materials were ripped to shreds, and, finally, with the last of her strength, Sailor Moon picked up a wooden crate and hurled against the wall. It exploded, shattering into several pieces.

She plopped down on the floor, panting and angrily wiping away a few tears that had formed. She had been so close! She was so close to getting him back and she blew it. She didn't even remember to hit him with the Moon Wand… And to top it off, she had given him her virginity! Sailor Moon let out a frustrated huff of hot breath, blowing the bangs out of her face.

"Well," she sighed to herself, "I will just have to try again next time…" That is, 'If there is a next time,' she thought. After tonight's encounter, Tuxedo Kamen may want to avoid her completely. Only time would tell…

Sailor Moon got to her feet. There was nothing she could do about Tuxedo Kamen at the moment, so she might as well go home and get some sleep. Sailor Moon chuckled to herself at that thought, for she knew sleep would be hard to come by.

Tuxedo Kamen barreled down a long hallway toward his sleeping chamber. He nearly crashed through the door to get in, then slammed it behind him. He paced about the room madly, pulling of his jacket, cape, and mask as he did so.

Halting his march, he ran a nervous hand through his hair. 'What is happening to me?' he wondered. 'Did Sailor Moon place some sort of spell on me?' Shaking his head, he let his hands dropto his side. For some reason, he highly doubted Sailor Moon had anything to do with this. Since leaving the warehouse, he felt like two different people, trapped in one body. He kept seeing memories…flashes of someone else's life. The strange thing was, many of those memories included Sailor Moon…Not just in her heroine form, but also in her human form. He kept seeing her face—lips pursed, eyes alit with annoyance. Her cheeks red as she half-heartedly scolded him…

"I'm so confused," he sighed as he sat down on the edge of his bed. He closed his eyes thinking of Sailor Moon. He could still feel her, smell her…They'd had sex tonight, but it was more than that. Tonight, he felt as though he'd connected with her on level he never knew was possible. He looked down sadly. He knew it was best to end their flirtatious and physical relationship—at least until he could figure out what was happening to him… He groaned, realizing that would be easier said then done as he envisioned her soft, supple—

"Endymion," Queen Beryl's voice purred from the doorway, and he jumped up in surprise.

"I'm sorry, my Queen," he breathed, "you startled me."

Queen Beryl smirked, "I seem to have that effect on people." She entered the room, running a long, red fingernail along the edge of his dresser as she walked. "Endymion," she continued, "I'm afraid I'm in need of your…services."

Endymion straightened, knowing she was not referring to work. "I see," he nodded. His stomach turned slightly at the thought of making love to someone besides Sailor Moon. She was right earlier in saying that no other woman would compare. With every second that passed he wanted her more—he wanted her and no one else.

"Yes," she spoke softly, placing her palms on his chest. "Please be in my bed chamber in 10 minutes," she ordered before turning to exit the room. "Don't be late," she called playfully over her shoulder.

Endymion could not give any indication of what he was experiencing, especially to Queen Beryl. He would just keep these new developments—his memory confusion and feelings for Sailor Moon—to himself for the time being. He exhaled noisily as he began his trek to the Queen's room. He had no choice but to sleep with her, but one could be sure that there was another certain someone he'd be imagining the whole time.

Usagi sat on the floor, legs crossed, absently braiding part of one of her long pigtails. The girls' voices murmured in the background, the content of their conversation lost to Usagi. Her mind, as always, was elsewhere. There had been three Negaverse attacks since that night in the warehouse, and Tuxedo Kamen hadn't made an appearance at any of them. Usagi feared she'd lost her only chance at getting him back.

That night played in her mind on a constant loop. The day after, she had felt angry that he'd taken her innocence and fled… but the more she thought about it, the more she realized she wasn't just a conquest to him. Even with her little experience of physical relationships, Usagi knew they had shared a truly intimate moment. At night, when she lay in bed, she recalls the feel of his lips on her skin, and she imagines him there with her. The memory of their encounter still making her skin tingle…

"And you've had no luck with Tuxedo Kamen, Usagi?" Ami's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Huh?" Usagi blushed, not fully understanding her question.

"You've had no luck with using the Moon Wand on Tuxedo Kamen?" She asked again.

"Oh, uh, no," she replied.

"Well, maybe we should approach this from a different angle," Minako suggested.

"What do you mean?" Rei asked.

"I don't know," she continued, "but maybe the Moon Wand alone isn't enough to turn him back. Maybe we need effect him on an emotional level as well. Maybe he has to want to be healed."

Usagi straightened, mouth slightly agape, surprised that one of the Senshi had finally come to the same conclusion she had.

"Hmmm," Ami pondered, straightening also. "You may have something there, Minako. What do you think, Usagi?"

Usagi looked at the girls, guilt churning in her stomach. She bit her lip, fidgeting in her seat.

"Usagi?" Minako probed, sensing there was something she was holding back.

"Well, to be honest," Usagi said, "I came to that conclusion a few weeks ago."

"Usagi?" Makoto scolded. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Yeah, Ditz!" Rei agreed. "If you'd shared that little thought with the rest of us, we may have been able to devise a plan!"

Usagi looked down at the ground, her discomfort apparent.

"Usagi…" Minako pushed, raising an eyebrow, "What did you do?"

Grumbling, Usagi sprawled herself out on the floor and huffed, "What I felt needed to be done!"

"And just what does that mean?" Ami asked worriedly.

With her hands covering her face as she spoke, utter humiliation creeping through her, Usagi blurted out, "I seduced Tuxedo Kamen to try to get him to come back to our side!"

"What?" all four girls screeched.

"Usagi," Makoto began, eyes wide, "when you say seduced, do you mean… Well do you mean…"

Usagi let out an embarrassed sob in response.

"Usagi!" Rei gasped, face red. "You didn't?"

"Usagi, I can't believe it!" Minako yelled. She then leaned in close to Usagi, and raising an eyebrow asked, "How was it?"

"Minako!" Rei scolded, slapping her on the back of the head.

"Ow!" she whined in response.

"Oh, I can't believe this! I just can't believe this!" Ami cried.

Annoyed by the dramatics, Usagi got to her feet and yelled, "Alright, everyone just CALM down!"

The four girls froze and stared at Usagi expectantly.

Usagi brought a hand to her temple in exasperation. "Yes, I did seduce Tuxedo Kamen, because I felt it's what needed to be done! And, yes, I did keep it from you all because I thought you'd try to talk me out it! And, yes, Makoto, I did sleep with him! And for your information, Minako, it was amazing! World-shaking, toe-curling-amazing!" she yelled, throwing her hands up.

Her fellow Senshi stared at her in response, mouths hanging open.

"Usagi," Minako giggled, "you vixen."

Usagi rolled her eyes. "What's done is done," she continued softly, "so there is no point in scolding or lecturing me. Let's just figure out where to go from here."

Makoto nodded, "You're right, Usagi. Alright ladies, let's start plotting."

The other girls nodded in response, and gathered around a table in the center of the room.

"Did it work?" Rei's voice suddenly broke in.

"Huh?" Usagi asked, turning toward her friend.

"Sleeping with him…did it work in turning him back to our side?" Rei clarified.

Usagi nodded slowly, "Kind of, a little."

"What do you mean?" Ami asked.

A small smile formed on Usagi's lips. "He called me Odango Atama."

Her friends smiled. "Well, that is something," Makoto agreed.

Minako sighed then, causing everyone to look in her direction. "Guys," she began cautiously, "I think Usagi should continue with her plan."

"What?" Rei asked, astonished. "Minako, you can't be serious!"

Minako turned to Usagi, the look in her eyes serious. "I think Usagi is the only one who can break away at Queen Beryl's spell," the Senshi of love concluded. "Only she can save him."

Usagi looked at Minako, eyes tearing, and Minako gave her a reassuring nod.

"I agree with Minako," Ami said softly, and the other girls turned to her in surprise. "We will do what ever we can to aid Usagi in this task."

Rei sighed, "Alright."

"I'm in," Makoto agreed.

"Thank you all," Usagi smiled, "but we have a slight problem. Tuxedo Kamen hasn't been present at the last few attacks."

"Just because you haven't seen him does not mean he has not been there," Ami said knowingly. "At the next attack, the four of us will handle the youma. You just focus on getting to Tuxedo Kamen, Usagi," she ordered.

"Ok," Usagi smiled. "Let's do it."

Tuxedo Kamen stood on the branch of a tall maple tree. He had just released a youma at the park, and it was only a matter of time before the Senshi showed up—before she showed up. He'd had no direct contact with her since that night, but he watched her from afar at every battle. He'd stare longingly, taking in her every detail, from her long legs and curved hips, to her blue eyes and golden hair. As he watched her, he'd come to admire her drive and determination while she fought. She never backed down, never gave up. 'She really is something special,' he mused.

"Hold it right there, Nega-creep!" Sailor Moon shouted at the monster, pulling Tuxedo Kamen out of his reverie.

The Senshi had arrived and quickly surrounded the youma. The girls immediately began throwing attacks, and the youma bit back at every chance it got. Tuxedo Kamen's brow furrowed as he watched Sailor Moon take a few steps back, away from the fight, and give one of the other Senshi a nod. She then turned and walked away.

"What the heck is she doing?" Tuxedo Kamen muttered to himself.

He stilled when he noticed Sailor Moon striding in his direction, carefully scanning her surroundings. Her pace slowed as she neared the maple tree where he resided, and Tuxedo Kamen held his breath. He studied her curiously as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A small smile formed on her lips, and her eyes shot open, fixing themselves on the tree.

"Are you going to hide up there all night?" she asked, voice teasing.

Tuxedo Kamen said nothing.

Sailor Moon rolled her eyes. "I know you're up there, you dufus! You might as well come down."

Tuxedo Kamen bit back a chuckle and leapt from the tree. Landing gently on the ground, he threw Sailor Moon a smirk. "How did you know where I was?"

"I felt you," she told him, their eyes locking.

Tuxedo Kamen straightened. "How?" he asked, a bit stunned.

"I don't know," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. "I just closed my eyes, thought of you, and it was like I was pulled to where you were."

He took in a sharp breath. "Have you always been able to do that?"

"No," she answered. "At least I don't think so. This was he first time I tried… Although, we've always been drawn to one another for some reason."

"Always?" he asked, confused.

Sailor Moon sighed. 'Damn memory loss!' she thought. "Yes," she replied, "always."

Tuxedo Kamen stared at the young woman in front of him, her beautiful face aglow in the moonlight. He wished he could touch her, take her in his arms…kiss her.

He cleared his throat and took a step back. "About the other night," he began, "I'm sorry—"

"You don't need to apologize," she cut him off. "I understand why you left."

"No, it's not that," he corrected her, and she frowned slightly. "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I mean, it was fun and all, but that's all it was," he said, coldness in his voice.

"What?" Sailor Moon asked.

Tuxedo Kamen let out a cocky chuckle. "We're enemies, Sailor Moon. You didn't honestly think it was anything more? It's not like we'd have sex and then run away together," he rolled his eyes, and forced on a smug smile.

Sailor Moon's eyes narrowed. 'He's lying,' she thought to herself. "Mmm-Hmm," she responded skeptically.

He faltered a bit at her response. He had expected her to cry or yell at him, but she seemed to see right through him. "I'm serious, Sailor Moon," he insisted. "You are my enemy. The only thing I want from you is the Silver Crystal. Nothing more."

Sailor Moon tilted her head, trying to figure out his motives for pushing her away. "So," she began, "I guess that means our…physical relationship is over?"

"Yes," he answered. He tried to remain stone-faced, but his eyes betrayed him.

"Okay," Sailor Moon agreed, nodding slowly.

"Good," he replied, crossing his arms. Internally, he was a bit disappointed that she wasn't fighting for him.

"We will end whatever this is between us, and go back to being the strictest of enemies," she continued, "on one condition."

"Condition?" Tuxedo Kamen questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Sailor Moon smiled. "I want one last kiss. One kiss, and I will forget anything intimate ever happened between us, then we can go back to trying to kill each other."

He took another step back. "I really don't think that is a good idea. Let's just end this, cold turkey, and move on," he said seriously.

"I don't think I can do that," she replied, shaking her head stubbornly.

"Huh? Why not?" he asked nervously.

"Well, for one thing," Sailor Moon began, "I don't believe you want to end this at all."

Tuxedo Kamen straightened indignantly. "Of course I do! I just said that—"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Moon cut him off, rolling her eyes. "I heard what you said, and I don't believe a word of it. So if you really want to end this, then prove it. Give me one last kiss and walk away. If you are able to do that, then I will know this is over."

Clearing his throat, Tuxedo Kamen said, "Ok. One kiss." 'I can do this,' he told himself, as he prepared to give her a quick, chaste peck on the lips.

Tuxedo Kamen began to lean down slowly toward Sailor Moon, his hands at his sides. Just as their lips were about to touch, Sailor Moon gently grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him to her. Their mouths connected, and all the passion from their last encounter reignited. Tuxedo Kamen wrapped his arms around her, bringing her as close as possible. She snaked her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

Sailor Moon let out a soft moan, and Tuxedo Kamen backed her up against the very tree he had been hiding in only minutes before. He kissed her deeper, his hands running over her body. He began to kiss her neck, and Sailor Moon whispered into his ear, "Make love to me."

Hearing her request, Tuxedo Kamen stiffened. 'What am I doing?' he scolded himself. He pushed himself away from Sailor Moon, breathing heavy.

"What is it?" she asked, confused.

"We can't do this," he told her, shaking his head.

"Why?" she prodded. "I know you want to."

"What I want isn't important," he told her seriously. "Every being I work with wants that Silver Crystal and you dead. My peers wouldn't hesitate a minute in killing you to get to it. Every second we're together I am betraying my kind."

"THEY are not your kind!" she yelled at him. "We are! I am…why don't you remember?"

Tuxedo Kamen straightened. "You know something, don't you? What are you hiding from me?" he demanded.

"Tuxedo Kamen…Endymion…Mamoru. You are all the same person, and you are my ally. You always have been," she told him softly. Sailor Moon sighed and took his hand. "You were captured by the Negaverse five weeks ago. They brainwashed you. Altered you memories. They made you believe I was your enemy."

Tuxedo Kamen backed-up skeptically. "What? That's impossible," he said, shaking his head. "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you're not lying?"

"You don't," she sighed. "But look into your heart, listen to what it tells you," she pleaded.

"I…I don't know what to believe," he shook his head, unable to process the things she was telling him. "I—I should go."

"Okay," Sailor Moon smiled sadly. "But think about what I've told you. Search within yourself, and hopefully you'll find the truth."

Tuxedo Kamen looked at her with a furrowed brow, but said nothing. He then disappeared into the darkness.

Kunzite watched from the shadows, a sinister sneer on his lips. Sailor Moon stood sadly, head bowed, as Tuxedo Kamen left her in the shadow of the maple trees.

"So Queen Beryl's spell is weakening?" Kunzite mused. "And that bastard Endymion is deceiving us all. I can't speak for the Queen, but I am done waiting on Endymion to complete this mission. I'm going to get that crystal—my way."

Kunzite laughed evilly as he watched Sailor Moon rejoin the Senshi, and finish off the youma. "Endymion's time has just run out," he whispered to himself. "I'm ending this tonight. Sailor Moon is mine."

Sailor Moon sighed with a combination of relief and disappointment. Relief, because another battle with a youma was said and done. Disappointment, because Tuxedo Kamen had, once again, retuned to the Negaverse. The sun had set hours ago, and Sailor moon wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and pass out for the next several hours. She briefly scanned her surroundings. After concluding she was alone, she de-transformed and continued her trek home.

A warm breeze blew, the summer air setting in, and the leaves made a slight rustling in the trees. Usagi's footsteps echoed on the concrete, her breathing audible in the silence. She rounded a corner and was greeted by her darkened home. After pulling a key out from under the welcome mat, Usagi unlocked the front door and entered the silent house. The ticking of a clock could be heard as she stood in the foyer, but no other noise penetrated the darkness. Usagi's family was away for the weekend. Declining their invitation to join them for a few days in the mountains, Usagi would have the house to herself until Tuesday.

Usagi made her way up to her bedroom, disregarding the light switch on her wall. The moonlight was spilling in through her open window, creating just enough light to see in the small space. Usagi peeled off her shirt and stepped out of her jeans, only to replace them with a white, lace trimmed camisole and shorts. She released her hair from its ponytails and ran a brush threw her long locks.

"Nice legs," a deep voice broke into the silence, and Usagi jumped and turned to face its owner.

Her breath immediately became quick and shallow as she locked eyes with Kunzite, lounging, legs crossed, on her bed.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" she demanded, a little disoriented by what was happening.

"I followed you here," he informed her nonchalantly, "from your battle at the park. You know," he continued, as Usagi remained still, "we are all quite tired of waiting on Endymion to complete his mission."

"Is that so?" Usagi asked, backing up cautiously. She quickly eyed the door, trying to inch closer to make an escape.

"Yes, it is," he answered. "His infatuation with you is not helping things along. Although," he said, eying her up and down, "I can see how he could get distracted. You are quite beautiful, and I might be tempted to take you for a turn if I had a taste for women. But luckily for you…"

"I wouldn't let you place a single finger on me," she spat angrily.

Kunzite laughed. "I may have not interest in you sexually, but you can be damn sure I will be placing much more than a mere finger on that body of yours," he growled.

Usagi leapt toward the door and ran into the hallway. Kunzite was instantly upon her, grabbing her long hair and pulling her backward. Usagi yelped in pain as she hit the floor. Kunzite hastily grabbed her by her arms and dragged her toward him. Usagi protested, kicking and screaming. Kunzite then growled and pulled her off the floor before slamming her into the wall.

"Stop struggling you little bitch," he spat at her prior to slapping her across the face. "You are coming with me whether you like it or not!"

"No!" she screamed in response, ferociously trying to push him away from her.

Kunzite then cocked his arm back and punched her, making hard contact with Usagi's chin. Usagi's vision began to blur and dizziness began to overtake her. Kunzite caught her as she started to fall to the floor. Throwing the blonde over his shoulder, he opened a portal to the Negaverse and disappeared inside it.

Usagi began to stir, cool air bringing out goose bumps on her skin. She groaned softly as a pounding sensation began to fill her head. She force her eyes open, the dim light causing her head to ache even more as it hit her pupils. She looked about the space, trying to make out her surroundings.

"Where am I?" she mused aloud. It was then that she noticed the weight on her arms. Her head shot upward to see her wrists cuffed and chained to the wall. Usagi shifted her weight to her legs, taking the pressure of her dangling body off of her arms.

"I see we're awake," Kunzite teased from where he sat in a large armchair in the corner of the dungeon.

"You piece of shit! When I get out of her I am going to incinerate you," Usagi barked angrily.

Kunzite laughed in response, unthreatened. "My dear, the only way you will be leaving this room is in a body bag. You are trapped," he informed her, matter-of-factly, "and I plan to slowly and painfully torture you for the next several hours."

Usagi stiffened, knowing this was no joke.

"Shall we get started?" Kunzite asked, rising to his feet.

Usagi backed herself as far a she could against the stone wall behind her, but she knew there was no escape. Her heart sped up as she watched Kunzite produce a ball of energy between his hands. He moved it teasingly from one hand to another, eying her like a predator.

"Now," he began calmly, "give me the Silver Crystal."

Usagi took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare herself for the pain she was about to endure. "No," she replied softly, but resolute.

Without hesitation, Kunzite hurled the ball of energy toward the chained-up girl and hit her full on. Usagi stifled a scream as her body went rigid with pain. Kunzite held the attack for several seconds before letting go, and Usagi let out a slight sob.

"I'm not playing around, Princess!" he snarled. "Give me that crystal or I will tear you apart limb by limb!"

Usagi met Kunzite's eyes, determination and strength in her gaze. "Never!" she screamed angrily.

Kunzite threw an even stronger attack at the princess, growling as he released it from his hands. It hit Usagi and her vision went white with pain. She didn't even realize that the high pitched scream she heard echoing through her ears was her own. Kunzite held the attack for what felt like hours to Usagi, before he released her, panting. Usagi went completely limp, blackness over taking her. Kunzite sneered as he looked at her small form dangling from her chained wrists, eyes rolled back in her head.

Endymion lay in bed, restless from his earlier encounter with Sailor Moon. Could what she had told him be true? Was there a whole life, a whole relationship with her that had existed that he was completely unaware of? It seems implausible, but so did everything else about their world—Princes, princesses, super heroes, and magic crystals. Even he knew how ridiculous their existence seemed to the human world.

Tired of mulling over the details of his conversation with Sailor Moon for the night, Endymion closed his eyes in an attempt to get some rest. He exhaled a long breath and let his body go limp. Seconds later, his eyes shot open in alarm. Something stirred in inside him—something unsettling, yet familiar. He felt a strange pull deep within his chest, an urgency to get to something…No—not something. Someone.

Just then, a piercing scream rang threw the corridor outside his bedroom, and Endymion bolted to his feet. The sound of screaming was nothing new in the Negaverse palace, but this scream was different. It was her, and he knew it without a doubt. He could feel her fear, her pain…he could feel the racing of her heart. The feeling was terrifying yet comforting at the same time, like it was something he'd been missing.

Endymion ran into the hallway, hoping to find some clue as to her location. Seeing nothing or no one, Endymion closed his eyes. Holding himself as still as possible, he thought of Sailor Moon. His eyes popped open. He felt her and, not waiting a second, he ran in her direction.

Kunzite unlocked the shackles on Usagi's wrists, letting her unconscious body fall to the floor. He kicked her where she lay for good measure. Usagi began to cough and moan in response, before slowly rolling onto her back. Her eyes fluttered open to find Kunzite's blurred figure looming over her. She clumsily pushed herself into a sitting position and began to scramble backwards. Kunzite started to move toward her and, with what little strength she had, Usagi pulled the energy from within herself and hurled at her attacker.

Kunzite was blasted back a few feet and fell onto his back. He quickly got to his feet and focused on Usagi. "You bitch. Now you're really going to get it," he threatened as he stalked toward her.

Just then there was a bang on the door, and Kunzite stopped in his tracks. The loud bang was then followed by another bang, and another, as Kunzite stared at the door trying to determine the cause for the ruckus. Seconds later, the door flew open, revealing an enraged Prince Endymion.

"Endymion!" Usagi cried from her position on the floor.

Endymion peered around Kunzite's shoulder to find a barely clothed blonde. "Sailor Moon?"

Usagi nodded fiercely.

Endymion turned his attention back to the general. "Kunzite, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" he demanded.

"What you don't have the balls to do," he snarled back. "I'm not as blind as the Queen, Endymion. I saw you with Sailor Moon. Traitor."

Endymion straightened. So Kunzite had figured him out? Endymion was faced with a decision, and one that had to be made quickly: try to convince Kunzite of his innocence, or get Sailor Moon to safety. Endymion looked again at the girl sitting on the floor, her blues eyes pleading, and he chose the latter.

Endymion threw a large blast at Kunzite throwing against the wall and knocking him unconscious. Usagi fumbled to her feet and ran toward the prince.

"Endymion," she breathed.

He didn't take the time for formal greetings as he instantly grabbed her and transported them back to the location from which she had been taken. Within seconds, they were in Usagi's bedroom, and Usagi dropped to the floor in relief.

"Oh, thank god," she breathed, her body still throbbing from the night's earlier torture.

"Where are we, Sailor Moon?" Endymion asked, scanning his surroundings.

"Usagi," she corrected him as she got to her feet. "My name is Usagi."

"Usagi," he replied softly, nodding.

"And we are in my bedroom," she finally answered.

"Your bedroom," he smirked as he picked up a pink stuffed bunny.

"Yes!" she replied defensively, snatching the stuffed animal from his hand.

He caught her wrist as she did so, and he inspected the red marks that now adorned them. "I felt you," he whispered before meeting her gaze. "I felt your fear, your heartbeat…I had to find you."

She touched his lips softly and smiled. "You found me."

Endymion pulled her toward him and captured her lips with his. Usagi fell into him willingly, burying her hands in his hair. They kissed again and again, deeper and deeper, their kisses more important than the air itself. Usagi pulled away slowly and made her way to the bed, lying herself atop its cool cotton sheets. Endymion watched her as she moved, and he began to pull of his cape and armor. Naked, Endymion climbed onto the bed and on top of her. She was all he wanted, all he needed, and he was going to take as much of her as he could.

Endymion pulled off the flimsy material of her shorts and camisole and tossed them to floor. He pressed his bare body against hers, reveling in the feeling he'd been craving for over a week. He hungrily kissed her breasts, trailing down her stomach to his destination between her legs. Usagi cried out, arching her back in response. When they were both satisfied, he returned to her waiting lips before plunging himself inside of her. He made love to her, tenderly, as they both panted and moaned with pleasure. Their pace quickened as they reached climax until they both cried out in ecstasy. At that moment, golden light filled the room, causing a warm sensation to fill the pair.

The light faded, and after his eyes adjusted, Endymion looked at Usagi. "What was…" he began to ask, before his sentence was lost to him. He stared at Usagi—hard.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Your forehead," he whispered, bringing a finger to gently caress the skin of her forehead.

"What do you mean?" she asked again, confused.

"There's a moon on your forehead," he informed her, and she sat up slowly in response.

"It's my mark," she whispered back.

"Your mark? What do you mean?" he questioned.

"It's my mark as the Moon Princess—as Serenity."

"Serenity…" he breathed. Hearing her name brought forth so many emotions. Queen Beryl had spoke often of the Moon Princess, but she had never said her name. Endymion knew that name.

"Endymion," Usagi began, taking his face in her hands, "I am Serenity, the Moon Princess. I am your princess. We are meant to be together. I wasn't lying when I told you that Queen Beryl had brainwashed you. She made you forget me…every piece of me: Sailor Moon, Usagi, and Serenity."

Endymion held her gaze, furrowing his brow. "Everything is just so confusing right now."

"I know," Usagi responded in understanding. "It's okay," she assured him before kissing him gently. "But I want you to know…that I love you."

Endymion straightened, feeling as if he had never heard those words before…from anyone. "You do?"

Usagi smiled and nodded. "I love you as Endymion, as Tuxedo Kamen, and as Mamoru. God help me, I even love you when you're supposed to be evil!" she joked.

Endymion kissed her again. "I love you, too." Usagi hugged him tightly in response, and them Endymion took her firmly by the shoulders. "And it's because I love you that I have to return to the Negaverse."

"What?" Usagi asked, not believing her ears. "Why?"

"Because from there I can protect you. From there I can end this," he told her.

"No! Absolutely not!" she protested. "They will be waiting for you when you return. They'll kill you!" she cried.

"I can take care of myself," he told her arrogantly.

"Don't be stupid, Endymion," she scolded. "If you are going back, then I am going with you."

"No, you are not," he commanded. "I will be back for you by the end of the day. Just leave things to me."

"You're crazy! You can't expect me to sit back and –" he cut off her ranting with a firm but gentle kiss.

"This discussion is over," Endymion said softly. "I love you," he told her before disappearing into a portal back to the Negaverse.

"Endymion!" Usagi scream, tears filling her eyes. If he survived this, she was going to kill him!

Endymion's portal took back to the hallway just outside of his bed chamber. He hurriedly entered the room only to be greeted by Kunzite's waiting form. Endymion froze and took a fighting stance.

"The Queen is waiting for you," Kunzite sneered, then threw a large blast of energy toward Endymion. He was instantly knocked unconscious and Kunzite laughed in response. He then grabbed Endymion by the ankles and began to drag him toward the queen's throne room.