A/N: . Whoop! I'm finally over it, FINALLY, and now I'm gonna go on a crazy-blindfold rampage and bury myself in all kinds of different road-blocks that I'm gonna need help getting out from- but, that's me, and I have fun doing it. ^^ ((Nyeh, I think I'll change Ami's mom's name- I've been doing that for a lot of characters so far! ^^))

DISCLAIMER: Coffee Prince and Sailor Moon are obviously more understandable and easier to follow than this, so I know I don't own them or their awesome characters. .

Going Back, When It Was Supposed To Be Resolved

Ami bounced on the balls of her feet.

Literally.

Glancing over, the senshi of ice grinned as the wind carried her over the rooftops and safely on top of other buildings into the night of Tokyo, the city's party lights drowning out the stars above.

But it was okay.

Makoto was beside her, jumping from rooftop to rooftop in the guise of her senshi state, a wild grin on those dark features, her short hair curling to hug her nape and disappear and inch or two into the green collar of her uniform.

They were headed to the hospital, where her mom waited for her. It had been about two years since she'd seen her mom, and Ami was excited. From the quick snap of picture, Ami could tell her mom was doing fine.

In fact, she seemed to be the most alive and energetic than she'd ever seen her, if she excluded when she was six, before they had moved into the mansion and her mom had to go to work due to the fact she was a workoholic and it was the only thing that prevented her from following her father into the 'light paths of a forest-green world, his homeland'.

Feeling a twinge of displeasure at the mere remembering of her father's name, Ami shook her head and laughed inwardly as she almost got tangled in a clothesline popular among the culture of Japan.

"Blue, are you sure your mom won't be mad when we show up in our. . well, being partners or whatever?"

Makoto's tone hid the note of concern, but Ami picked up on it instantly, feeling the growing agitation building underneath the active lightning's exterior. Nodding, Ami caught Makoto's arm and slowly stopped, tugging Sailor Jupiter to a standstill.

There was a gentle breeze blowing that night, but it wasn't enough to make those green eyes narrow in a peer like that, the dark orbs seemingly lighter, if not all carefree. Tokyo came alive underneath them, the bustle of an early summer festival bright and drawing in happy spirits and a couple of light-souled youma amidst the growing crowd.

"Of course she'll accept us, Mako-chan. Or at least our explanation of why we're always going to be together. I mean, what normal mom would not like the fact you're helping me in sports and such while I'm helping you in math and school? I mean, perfect excuse."

Green eyes nodded, but there was still a hesitant pull.

"And your aunt?"

Ami reached into her senshi uniform's side pocket where her hip nestled comfortably and pulled out a bottle of Ryohizu's nibblets. Smiling, she jiggled them and popped the top off, taking one of the interesting little balls and showing off her aim as she flicked one at the end of a clothesline, the rope making a neat cut as it sank its way through.

Makoto snagged it before it fell and ruined the fresh laundry and handily zapped it with a small lightning bolt, scarring the tissue over with her thunder and making it stick with the bobby pin she kept in her hair from all the years of reflex.

"We'll just find out if this works. Mako-chan, my aunt is a youma. While she knows there are immediate benefits of telling my mom about all this and gaining the whole estate if she commits murder in our family, she's still not going to do that."

Seeing the dark eyebrows arch in a surprised manner, Ami grinned.

"Okay, fine, not that bad. Yet. But the reason I haven't handed her over to the police is this: if I can handle her fine and I'm a senshi, I'm certainly not going to cause a big ruckus in the human circles. A billionaire being thrown in prison gathers attention, and in the end, it wouldn't do anything. She's a youma who would escape and slip back into the game after hurting someone dear to me. And now. . . I've got plenty to protect."

Ami thanked the stars above and her planet the wind decided to blow right then. Even if it was a hot wind, mirroring the fire she felt in her stomach, it was enough to cool her flaming cheeks.

Risking a glance at Makoto, she was glad of the reciprocated warmth she saw out of those beautiful green eyes, the slow twinkle bright and reassuring. Turning, Ami pocketed the fish nibblets and took her partner's hand.

Without a word, they headed for the hospital.

"Flent, I swear, you're looking as young as ever!"

"Now, now, Hirome, I'm sure you're exaggerating, as usual. You look real good, too. Germany been treating you good?"

Rei and Usagi stared in amazement at the two women talking in front of them. Hospital or not, where miracles were born and conceived, this was almost too much. Seeing the almost-identical relations of Ami Mizuno was something one did not see everyday.

Eyes wide, Rei turned to the gaping Usagi and tugged on her arm. Putting a finger to her lips in an exaggerated movement to stay quiet, the miko pulled her best friend back into the room where Minako was laying.

Except she wasn't there.

". . Mina-chan? Mina-"

"Rei-chan, calm down- ahahaa! Minako-chan, don't go sneaking up on the awesome Sailor Moon if you want to keep your broken ribs together!"

The bed was made up and empty, but Usagi proved Rei right when their princess glomped onto the smirking blonde hiding behind the door. Her usually-smooth hair was ruffled at the crown, and Rei had the untamed urge to gently sweep the strands back into place.

With an inner growl Rei stamped down her desire and frowned. She had no right to feel this way, and especially not right now. Minako was in a fresh hurt and she needed to get out of here, if for caution's sake.

She had seen the red gleam in those dark blue eyes. It spoke of an unsated lust for blood, a lust she had had once back in the day before she'd transferred and met Usagi. Rei was sure all of them had had that bloodlust, once, and she also was certain that Ami's aunt would lash out at the nearest thing to her to hinder the overpowering feeling.

Shaking her head clear of her thoughts at the danger Ami's mom was probably in, Rei turned to her fellow senshi and was the exact voice of reason, keeping her usual fire at bay.

She had lots at stake here, a new love and a new teammate.

"Mina-chan, Usagi-chan. We've got to get out of here. I don't know exactly why, but let's stick to the old plan where we don't use hospitals anymore. I have a bad feeling about the woman outside- if what Thunder was telling us is not just Ami's problem, then I'm certain she's out to kill tonight."

Rei saw the blank looks she was recieving and grit her teeth.

Walking over to the hospital bed, she picked up Minako's clothes and tossed them to her, addressing Usagi as she did. Glancing out the window she saw it was already dark. Much to their advantage.

"Look, Usagi-chan, you've got to take Mina-chan out of here. Thunder and Ami-chan's coming, but I'm sure I can't hold off a whole crowd of nurses and doctors wanting to know where their precious bubbly blonde is who's now supposed to be slipping out the window and heading towards home."

"But Rei-chan, it would be easier to have Minako-chan stay here the night and heal-"

"Usagi-chan, look. Trust me on this. I've seen people act like this before, and not just youma. As a third in command and hopefully sane senshi, I'm telling you- that woman outside with Ami's mom is dangerous. I'm banking on it she won't try to hurt Ami's mom, but she's getting edgy out there. Listen to your instincts, guys. She's restless."

Rei looked both her friends in the eyes and growled.

Maybe she was being unfair.

Maybe she was wrong.

Rei Hino just wanted to be a hundred percent sure her friends were safe.

And they weren't in the hospital.

Finally it seemed Minako took a reasoning to her fears and shrugged into her shirt, then wiggled out of the drab hospital gown from underneath it. Turning, she slid on her skirt and was ready to go. Decked down with a hat and reading glasses, Minako Aino hardly looked like her normal self.

At least her wounds weren't showing.

"Usagi-chan, Rei-chan's right. We've been taking too many risks. I'm glad I've got the extra day in the hospital to sleep it off, but this is becoming too dangerous, even if there weren't any youma around. Besides, the feeling of love I've been sensing has kind of gone away, if that new presence in the hall's something to go off of. We need to get out of here."

Rei flashed her blonde partner a smile as she felt her face warm, then tugged the both of them to the hospital window. Luckily they were only on the third story up, and due to night falling and the busy flashing of Tokyo's lights, blinds were mandatory.

"Okay, you two. Hopefully you guys still remember how to climb out a window. Mina-chan, it doesn't hurt that bad, does it?"

Miko watched as the blonde twisted gingerly, turning her upper half to the right as she kept her lower half still and reversing the action. There was a slight stiffness, but in a couple of hours she'd be okay. Minako nodded and Rei ushered them to the window with a whispered word of 'careful'.

It was not a moment too soon.

"*GROOAR!*"

A pained howl tore through the hospital and the lights flickered, then died, coming back on from the back-up generators to reveal a long needle-like syringe youma sneering at her. Its aura was something poisonous, and Rei was certain its glass-like vial was hardened into some hellish manner to encase the poisonous liquid inside.

With a sneer of her own, she transformed.

There were no worries of it seeing her change into Sailor Mars.

She'd roast it into a charcoal black before it could advance.

"Ami-chan, what room number does Minako have?"

Makoto glanced over at her partner who was busy icing a youma that had popped up from underneath the main desk of the hospital's entrance and started attacking the senshi of ice. It was a bad move, since the youma already had a burn scar on its forehead and gave into the sacred relief of ice before realizing it was way past its need for a cool splash.

"Room thirteen, third floor!"

Nodding, Makoto zapped a glove youma and rolled her eyes when the attack bounced right off, the lightning going straight into the floor and charging up the walls and into the cieling, creating a brighter light to see by.

Sailor Mercury encased the latex youma in a bubble of concentrated ice and Jupiter rounded on it, using her elbow to backhand it across its stomach and face. With a crackled groan the youma disintegrated into a thousand ice cubes and shattered.

". . . Jupiter. . . this is awkward."

Makoto looked up at her partner and watched those blue eyes close, blink, then open and avert her gaze. Frowning, the brunette looked down and jumped, scrambling as quickly away from the defeated enemy as she could and crab-walking to the nearest exit leading up.

". . I-I. . Just thank the heavens none of the other senshi are here. I swear, they'd make a laughingstock out of all the youma, which is good, but on the other hand, might tick Sherona off. And I'm thinkin' a ticked-off Sherona is something I don't wanna handle right now. Let's go find your mom."

At the spot where Makoto was standing was a stretched-out condom, and on the tips of its head was a huge gaping hole where Sailor Jupiter had planted her melee attack. Grimacing, green eyes beckoned blue up and the two raced towards the third floor.

They had to find Ami's mom.

After the initial call where Rei and Usagi had picked up Minako's communicator, Ami had reminded Makoto that while it was great and all her mom was back from Germany, there was a slight chance that her aunt was not too pleased.

Scratch that.

She would be furious, especially since she was so close to gathering an army of youma and having them under her control was something of a well-thought-out plan. It involved a lot of money, and Makoto had gaped when Ami revealed to her well-known celebrities working under the older Mizuno.

Apparently half-youma like Sherona, the demons would answer the dark call of a certain high-ranking youma amidst all the hot bustle and laughter of the crowd, drawn by a certain aura that would make them bow down and submit their will to a higher power.

Yet being a senshi, Ami had put a small barrier up to let only the weak youma infiltrate into the Mizuno mansion, and never the higher-up demons of the Negaverse.

Makoto had a hunch Sherona and Ryohizu were part of the help, too, since the karate mentor could always sniff the undertone scent of Ryohizu's nibblets on Sherona's being. As a good cook, Makoto could detect any and every ingredient in her cooking, and someone else's, and it sure helped when it came to food poisoning.

Shaking her head, Sailor Jupiter proceeded up the steps.

More and more questions were popping up, and the senshi of lightning wondered if there would ever be a day where there would be peace and quiet once more in their hectic lives.

Not that it wasn't ever interesting, the things they got into.

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Ami glanced around the burning waiting room of the hospital in growing worry, her ice bubble expanding to let in the coughing Sailor Jupiter and scanning her partner for any obvious injuries.

There were none, but that didn't mean smoke inhalation was not a factor.

Doing a quick scan from her computer, Ami ensured her partner was alright and checked the surrounding area for any youma, half-alive or fully there and hiding. There were none, and it was a surprise and a nice break.

Something was wrong, though.

The hospital seemed near deserted, and it was almost as if the whole staff had known of the incoming youma invasion and had let all their patients out and went off to their own personal lives. Ami bristled at the startling revelation that this was a halucination when her scanner presented the new facts of a seal stamped on the side of an electric wheelchair.

Stomping over to the leather-covered seat, she ripped it off, instantly feeling the odd vibe of hospital disappearing and the more stronger undercurrent of old abandoned warehouse. How they had even gotten ensnared in this trap was beyond her, but it was already done.

Turning to Sailor Jupiter, Ami let out a stream of bubbles and rid the small room of all the smoke. The area cleared and she let out a small gasp. Around them were large tanks that seemed dwarfed by the close proximity, and in them were all kinds of life-forms.

Human, youma, half-breeds, dead garbage, everything ranging from forms of horror to deformed experiments floated in the bubbling chambers filled with an odd orange liquid. Ami stood, transfixed as she reached behind her to grab Makoto's hand.

"It's. . . not right. This. . isn't right. Jupiter, I. . This is where they kept Ryohizu, back when he was still trapped with that evil scientist, and-"

"Thunder? What's happening here?"

Ami turned to her right and saw Sailor Mars. Her fuku was covered in a slight sheen of bright blue, and when she looked over at Jupiter, hers was, too. There was a panicked look in Mars' eyes as she looked around her, and Ami was certain the miko was going to set the place on fire with her powers as she raised her left hand into a fist.

Jupiter pulled Ami over to her fellow senshi and laid a hand on the fire wielder's shoulder. There was a slight reddening of Jupiter's glove when her hand made contact, but the lightning senshi took no notice and pulled her sparring partner into a rough rattle of shoulder.

"Mars, stop. Look around you. It's an illusion. Can't you feel it? Search deep inside you, Mars. We're still in the hospital. You can hear the babies cry, can't you? Hear them, Mars. They're there. It's an illusion, all we have to do is wait, hope Minako and Usagi will bring us back."

Ami's eyes widened.

It was an illusion?

But what about the seal and barrier she had pulled off? Her computer had scanned it as something that was blocking something. Shaking off her fear, Ami walked over to the nearest vat containing a small youma that had a sinewy way about it.

Red eyes flickered and fought to open, the blue hair in stark contract to everything bright orange and liquid about it. Ami reached up a hand and gently touched the pulsing glass. She could feel the distress of the soul behind it, and with a start she realized those red eyes had opened and were looking directly at her.

"Ami. . . You've grown, sweetie."

With a gasp, Ami jerked away.

A knowing smile had twisted that hungry gaze, and she could swear something inside her churned in familiarity. No. It couldn't be. No! This was not it, this couldn't be happening, this had all happened before, and she hadn't been there. .!

"Sherona. .?"

And with a ragged cry, Ami pulled back and slammed her fist into the glass, her knuckles drawing blook the instant the orange liquid hit her and turning black as cracks appeared in the surface. She knew she made a mistake even as she drew breath to breathe in air.

Sherona burst free and erupted into her volutuous self even as Ami struggled to breathe, struggled to fight and not lose consciousness. It was a losing battle, she knew. Behind her she could hear Jupiter and Mars run to her, yell her name, but she was lost.

Darkness consumed her soul.

It was like she had gone back to step one, where she was all alone.

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A/N: HOKAY! Now for another wierd and wacky setting that has everyone losing their minds! ^^ Blame the book 'Hush, Hush' I've been reading for the past two days with only about how many pages left to read. There's another disclaimer automatically put up for me. . ((I'll explain how they got there in the next chapter, when it's uploaded.)) Suspenseful me, I know. ^^