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Mamoru felt the small blond stiffen at his touch and stopped to wonder why before blowing it off. Of course she would stiffen. They had been nothing but enemies from day one. The only contact that they ever truly had consisted of her running into him or throwing something on his head.

"What?" she inquired, her voice rough. She didn't even turn to look at him causing him to take in the blond's small form. She wore clean cloths, her form stiff yet slumped. "What do you want?" she asked again, her tone cold, yet there was another emotion... Pain?

"Od-" the words had just started out of his mouth when her hand flew to his face. Mamoru almost flinched as if the small girl would hit him! With her hand just inches from his nose she muttered something.

"Don't you fucking dare," she warned, "That is not my name. My name," she said as she half turned her head toward him. "Tskino Usagi!" The dark haired male stepped back in response to her tone. She sounded pissed. Had it really been bothering her for this long?

"Usagi?" he questioned, the name unfamiliar, yet so comfortable on his tongue that he felt an urge to say it again.

"What? Do you need something Mamoru?" the blond inquired. When he failed to make a response in the few seconds she gave him she moved onward toward her home, but as she took a few steps and stumbled again he proceeded to follow her.

"Are you okay? That is what I want. I want to know if you are okay." Usagi continued walking.

"Ye- No," she finally said as she stopped a few steps from her house. "No, Mamoru, I am not okay." She did not know why she had told him that after lying to her friends, her family, and her guardian, but for some reason she felt that she needed to tell him the truth. Maybe it was because he truly sounded worried or maybe she just didn't care that he knew, but whatever the reason it was out and now one person knew. She felt good for some reason that he knew. Once again that confused her. What was it about this man that had always turned her world around in circles that brought her back to him. "I will be fine though." A strangled laugh escaped her lips as she forced her face into a smile that fit her normal ditzy self that everyone knew before turning toward the dark haired male. "After all I am an Odango Atama! Right?" Turning on her heel she called back to him, "Good night, Mr. Chiba!" With that she was in her house, the door shut and her small form leaning against it.

"Something is definitely wrong with her," he muttered to himself as he looked up at her dark house. 'Come to think of it, Sailor Moon was also a little off tonight.' Shaking his head he headed off into the night.

Usagi looked around the dark house and sighed as she saw the time on the wall cock next to the stairs.

"Ten thirty," she whispered aloud. Thank Kami that everyone was already asleep. She would have jumped back into the window of her room, but that ooze that had landed on her earlier for some reason had make her a little light headed. With another sigh she headed up the stairs to her room to head to bed. She wasn't just exhausted from this fight, no, the fighting had gotten a little more frequent and more brutal. It seemed that the Negaverse had taken to nearly draining the life from most of it's victims. As she headed for her bed she changed her bed. That ooze had left a feeling of nastiness on her skin even after changing from her uniform. She headed into the semi-large bathroom and turned the faucet until the water became a little warmer then lukewarm. As she slid into the water she could feel the pain fill her small frame and with a curse finally submerged most of her form in the tub. As she lay there, her head leaning against the edge of the tub she felt her eyes slowly closing to the world around her, unfortunately her mind would not shut down.

Dreaming...

Usagi ran down the deserted streets, her blond hair flying loosely behind her as her blue eyes darted back and forth. As she looked around for any sign of life she noticed that the town itself was strange. The houses were close together and multi-colored. She ran from house to house, her knocks resounding in the quiet.

"Hello!" she screamed as her eyes began to water and fear began to feel her small form. As she began to grow weary from all the running and yelling she heard it. A voice singing in the distance. "Hello?" she called out in question. "Where are you?" She headed for the voice, it's tone drawing her like a ship to a siren. As she passed several houses she noticed that they began to look more ragged and farther apart until there were none at all. Now there were trees and bushes all around her, the trees so tall that they cut out most of the light from the sun that shone high above her. As she came to the middle of all the greenery she noticed that the ground was covered in flowers of all colors, the abundance of them making it hard to move quickly. As she grew closer to what she felt was the destination she was supposed to be at she felt like her legs had stopped moving and so she looked down to find her legs ankle deep in a black sand of some sort. Tugging her leg up did nothing but make her even more tired.

"Hello, Usagi," a musical voice said causing the blond to look up quickly to come face to face with no one. She was still all alone sinking to her death in a black quicksand. Just then the trees before her separated like the Red Sea and a woman stepped out, the trees closing after her. "Or shall I call you Serenity, Princess of the Moon?" the woman inquired as her red eyes flashed.

"My name is Usagi!" the blond announced with anger as she continued to struggle. The woman stepped forward so that Usagi could see her form a little more clearly.

"Oh, so you haven't figured it out yet? Damn, I was hoping that you had found the gem of light," the woman before her whined, her voice still quite musical. Twining her pale fingers in her long blood red hair she glared at the scout before her. "Tis a pity. My mother was a weak fool if you beat her without it." Usagi looked into the woman's now coal black eyes as she stared back at her. The woman had to be just a little taller than Usagi herself with an ample bosom that almost fell out of her low V cut black dress that flowed down her long, slender form like a waterfall of death.

"Who are you?" Usagi inquired as her knees were now under the sands that Usagi now realized were actually coming from the woman's black dress. The woman was taken aback.

"Who am I?" With a chuckle she moves closer to the leader of her enemies. "You ask this as you struggle against your own demise?" Turning her back on Usagi she shrugs as if it makes no difference. "My name is Soanyo, daughter of Beryl."

I feel that this is the spot to stop. I will continue her dream in the next chapter. Hopefully soon. Lol. Please review.