AN: Still not getting a lot of reviews. I guess a lot of the readers for this series hasn't found this yet. Anyway. I know I left last chapter at a cliffhanger of sorts, so I felt obligated to get this next one out soon. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Still no ownership.

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"WHAT?" Four voices shouted at her at once. Kunzite looked shocked for a moment before he settled back to wait out the yelling. Mamoru was clearly surprised but didn't say anything.

"HOW IS THAT CONCEIVABLY A GOOD IDEA?" Rei demanded. "IT'S NOT! IT'S A HORRIBLE IDEA!"

"I-"

"How can we protect you if you're exposing us?" Mina wanted to know.

"If you'd let me explain-"

"Really, Usagi," Ami said disapprovingly.

Rei kept shouting and Mina kept peppering her with sharp questions. Usagi tried to be heard over the noise, but sounded like no more than a whisper in a storm.

Makoto abruptly whistled, the sharp sound cutting through the racket. "She's trying to talk. Give her breathing space."

Rei and Mina stepped back, as much out of shock as obedience.

Usagi nodded. "Thanks, Mako-chan. Can I finish what I was saying now?"

"No," Rei huffed as she dropped into her seat again, "but you're going to anyway."

"I don't want to reveal our civilian identities," she explained, earning several gentle sighs of relief. "I want us, as Senshi, to talk to the press."

Ami frowned, tilting her head to one side quizzically. "Why?"

"To prove we exist."

"Everyone in Tokyo knows we exist," Makoto observed.

"Do they, though?" Kunzite asked. He sat forward, folding his fingers beneath his chin. "Magic is not easy to accept by those that do not have it. Perhaps those we have influenced directly acknowledges us and our power, but there are many more that have never crossed our paths. They may claim that they believe in us, but they do not truly."

Minako considered, sitting back down now as well. "Go on."

"I could've finished by now if you had let me continue instead of shouting."

Each girl was smiling a little apologetically. "Well, you could have worded it better," Ami said.

"Probably. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare everyone."

"You were saying?" Makoto prompted.

"I want us to go to a television station- maybe the one that was attacked while we were fighting Ali and En?- and do interviews. I realized today just how lucky we've been to always be near the site of an attack. We can't count on that to last forever."

Ami nodded. "In retrospect, the probability of being consistently in a close physical demographic with a target or operation is very slim."

"Exactly. So I was hoping you could create a hotline wired to your computer, Ami-chan, so we can get word of attacks easily. And I want each of us to give an interview."

"Each?" Kunzite asked.

"Well. Maybe not you or Mamo-chan. Your glamour still isn't up to par, so you might not be safe."

"If you go, I go," Mamoru interrupted.

"I wouldn't go alone," Usagi countered. "None of us would; it would too easy for us to be ambushed."

"We should go in pairs at least," Minako murmured.

She nodded. "I was hoping you could make the arrangements, Ami-chan."

The blue-haired girl looked up at her best friend. "Me? Are you sure?"

"You would have to coordinate the hotline and make the arrangements necessary to keep us safe, after all. It would make sense if you took point on this."

"You want me to be the team's media liaison."

"Why not?" Rei reluctantly agreed. "You know the details and things like that better than any of us. If anyone could pull it off, it would be you."

Ami considered. "I'll want to look around first. Kunzite-san, do you have any way for me to go around without drawing attention to myself?"

He nodded. "I can provide you with a letter saying you are doing research for a school assignment. As the station in question is owned by one of my companies, there will be no trouble."

"I guess we'll go," Makoto suggested. "We can do some practice tests before you join us, Ami-chan."

"Do we have to?" Usagi asked, wrinkling her nose.

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The front desk proved no difficulty once Ami produced the letter Kunzite had given her. When they offered her an escort, she decided to accept.

A young man jogged into the lobby, juggling an armful of books and smiling. "Mizuno Ami-san?"

She rose from the bench, slipping her notebook into her bag. "Yes?"

"My name is Yukimura Zane. I have a temporary internship here, so today I am your tour guide."

Ami studied him curiously. His smile was full of laughter, and he had lovely bright green eyes behind slender reading glasses. His mussed blond hair fell to his collar. Normally someone so handsome would render her immediately uncomfortable, but something of his affable nature- and his books- set her at ease. He just seemed familiar.

"Zane?"

"My mother is American," Zane replied. "She wanted me to have an American name."

"Well, I appreciate you taking the time," she answered.

"It's no trouble. What do you wish to see?"

"How many studios are there here?"

"For live broadcast or for filming?"

"Broadcast, I think."

"Four. The primary news studio is the largest. The others are used for talk shows or the like."

"What shows would do a live interview?"

He drummed his fingers against the top book. "Most interviews are recorded. I think any done live would be breaking news, so it might interrupt regular programs."

"Could I see the broadcasting studios, please?"

"Of course. None are currently in use, though a few are preparing for later." He led her through the maze of corridors. "What project are you researching, if I may ask?"

"It's business training. We need to simulate a product or entertainment and its production stages. I thought mine might be a television piece."

"Really? I would have imagined your choice might be a book." He smiled crookedly, laughing a little. "I'm being judgmental. I do apologize."

Ami shrugged. "Your impression was correct, but I thought that I might learn more from the assignment if I chose to travel beyond my comfort zone."

So Yukimura Zane led her through the various studios and without being prompted included a basic rundown of the security on the building, adding that a business involving celebrities had to be sure of the safety in the area. When they ran into a few television icons, he introduced her to them, and they responded to his efforts with good cheer. At last they wended their way back to the lobby.

"I think that would be everything."

"I really appreciate you taking the time to do this."

"It was no trouble at all," he assured her. "I was able to deliver everything while we looked about, so I am completely finished for the afternoon. Would you care for something to drink? I have not shown you the commissary."

"Thank you, but I should probably be going. I have homework to do still."

"Do you need help? I know I am young, but I graduated high school last month and I enjoy helping others."

"You can't be much older than I am, and you've graduated?"

Again, his bright smile lit his face. "I don't like to brag, but I was a sort of child prodigy. My parents are researchers, so I felt I had no real choice. I certainly have no objections, though, since I enjoy learning."

"Some other time?" Ami suggested. "I do need to go, but you might have more luck with my friends than I do. They can be hopeless about their schoolwork."

He laughed. "Certainly. I will be here, after all. One last thing, though. You were given a letter by Takeda Keiji-sama?"

Ami blinked and nodded. "Yes, he is close to my best friend's boyfriend."

Zane sighed. "He is almost a hero around this place."

"Do you know why?"

"He never said?"

"He is a very private man."

"Takeda-sama inherited his first company, a small textile factory, upon the death of his father, Takeda Shuichiro. At first, there was no word from Takeda-sama, so the company simply continued as it had under the management of his father. It continued in such a way for a year before Takeda-sama returned one day saying he had been traveling. Upon his return, he quickly brought the company to order and began to spread to other businesses. In the few months since he took charge, he has gained ownership or partial ownership of more than fifty other businesses while also managing a legal firm he started."

"That is a lot to accomplish in a few short months," Ami observed.

"There are rumors that something changed him during the year he was gone. He is even more distant than he was when he worked under his father, but he is a very fair and patient taskmaster."

For Ami, who knew at least part of 'Takeda Keiji's' recent history, the year no one had heard from him would undoubtedly be the year Kunzite spent in the clutches of the Dark Kingdom. It was easy to understand that he would have changed.

"The loss of his parents must have been difficult for him," she said finally.

Zane nodded, toying with one of his unruly curls. "Still, he is very impressive to have done so much in so little time. I wish I could meet him."

Ami smiled. "Perhaps sometime I will arrange for him to come here so you may. I'm sure he would be impressed with your enthusiasm."

His smile and laugh followed her out of the building as the Senshi of Knowledge thoughtfully retraced her steps. Standing on the steps of his house, she gazed up at it. Moments later, the door opened and he stepped out, dressed in an elegant suit, briefcase in hand.

Kunzite, in his civilian identity, raised one brow but gave no other impression of surprise. "I did not expect you to return, Lady Mercury."

"Ami," she corrected automatically.

He inclined his head. "Ami-sama. Did you need something?"

"Are the others still here?"

"They took a bus to Rei-sama's shrine shortly upon your departure, though I suspect you already know this."

"Well, yes. I wanted a moment to talk to you, but I see you're heading out."

"A small problem has arisen at my firm, but I have the time if it is pressing."

"It's not really. I'm sorry to have bothered you, Kunzite-san."

"Keiji," he corrected, though for a moment she would have sworn he was amused.

"Keiji-san," she confirmed. "I'll just go. The others must be wondering where I am."

He gestured to a sleek black car on his driveway. "I will drive you to Hikawa Shrine. You can ask your questions on the way."

"I- thank you."

"I assure you, it is no trouble." He unlocked the doors of the sports car and slipped gracefully into the driver's seat as she sat next to him. "What is it you wished to know?"

"I went to the television station," she began. "When I gave the receptionist your letter, they sent an intern to be my guide. He seemed to admire you and said he wished he could meet you."

"I do not often take the time to deal personally with the station. Perhaps I will sometime soon. That was what you wanted to speak to me about?"

"… No, not really. I wanted to ask you about the other Shitennou."

It was only because she was looking for some sign of his reaction that she noticed when his grip on the steering wheel abruptly tightened. "I see. Is there any reason in particular?"

"I guess the intern reminded me a little of Zoisite. It occurs to me that if we were wrong about you, we might have been wrong about the others. You knew them best, so I thought you might be willing to talk about them. If you don't, that's fine."

They were at a stoplight, and Kunzite's eyes closed for a moment. "I am not sure you truly wish to know."

"I was just curious." Ami stared down at her lap. "Never mind; it's not important."

His gaze slid to her for a moment. "If you did not consider it important for whatever reason, you would not have asked. I suppose I was startled that you would ask at all." Traffic began to move again, so his focus returned to the road. "Did you wish to know about the others in general, or of Zoisite particularly?"

"I… Zoisite," she said in a half-whisper. Voice growing strong again, she continued. "He was like me, wasn't he?"

"Very much so. Zoisite's position within the Shitennou was identical to yours within the Senshi. He was our tactician and strategist, as well, as a particularly gifted medic. While each of us can use the various elements, his particular inclination was to ice, just as yours is. Of course, we could hardly compete with you or the others on that front."

"You were… close… to Zoisite?"

"You are thinking of our uncomfortable situation whilst in the Dark Kingdom. I assure you, without the influence of Beryl's brainwashing, we were never so inclined. I have and always will be completely devoted to Minako, regardless of her incarnation or mine. However, I was indeed very close to Zoisite. He, more than even Endymion-sama, was a brother to me."

"What was he like?" she asked.

"He was not too dissimilar from Jadeite. Both were very lively and good spirited, though Zoisite still had a sense of reservation that Jadeite did not. He spoke formally even to those who knew him well, but he was quick to smile or to laugh. He was not able to compete with us on a purely physical level, which I think vexed him from time to time, but he found his way through the use of his other skills- his speed and his agility, both mental and physical. Your reserve is greater than his, but you still remind me of him."

"He sounds like a good man."

"He was the best of us. Perhaps that is why Beryl's brainwashing twisted him so."

"Better even than you?" she asked with a hint of humor.

"Always."

He pulled the car to the curb before the shrine steps, and Ami climbed out. Before shutting the door, she studied his face. There was a trace of pain and weariness in his eyes, but she thought perhaps the telling had eased whatever grief he felt over their absence.

"Will you tell me about Nephrite and Jadeite someday?"

"Perhaps. For now, join your friends. I will return in a few hours to discuss your opinions regarding the interviews."

Ami shut the door and watched him drive away before climbing the steps. The others were on the grass nearby, books spread around them but no one looking at them. Each was lying on her back instead, staring up into the tree's branches. Mina turned her head enough to meet the blue-haired girl's eyes.

"Kunzite brought you?" she asked. "I heard his car."

Ami knew as well as the others that she would have recognized his presence from more than that, but didn't say so. "Yes, he was kind enough to drive me and said he would be here in a few hours to discuss our next steps." She sat down between Rei and Makoto and pulled her various text and notebooks from her bag, stacking them neatly before her. "Did everyone complete at least one practice exam?"

"We did the one from last year," Usagi said grudgingly.

She nodded, taking charge. "All right. We'll go over each question and its potential pitfalls, as well as various mnemonic devices to ensure the same mistakes aren't made again."

The others' groans echoed over the grounds.

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"We should go in together the first time, even if only Sailor Moon is doing an interview."

Makoto's suggestion hung over the general murmur in the room as various ideas were considered and discarded.

Ami heard her and looked over. "If we're all there, they'll want to speak with all of us."

"Maybe, but they wouldn't dare mob all five of us together. If it's only one or two, interest might override their sense. We can offer a photo shoot as a promotional for the rest of the interviews. Real, clear pictures of each of us would be a major incentive for them."

Now Rei tuned in. "It has potential, but then all of us are gathered in one place and ripe for an attack."

"So Tuxedo Kamen-sama and Kunzite stay somewhere nearby and keep an eye out. Besides, this new enemy seems to be after specific targets, and even if we end up on their list it won't be while we're henshined."

"What will Uranus and Neptune think of this?" Minako asked. "Or Pluto?"

"Pluto won't interfere unless she thinks we're ruining the timeline," Usagi contributed.

"And where Uranus and Neptune are concerned, we're not on the same team," Mamoru said. "They made that abundantly clear last time."

"What do you think, Kunzite?"

"My opinion in this is of little concern, Mina. I am not to take part."

Usagi studied him. "Did you want to?"

He considered, and they all realized in that moment how still he was. They fidgeted or moved around, but he was perfectly motionless save for breath and blinking. "No, I do not. I have little desire for that sort of attention, and I am aware that my glamour might prove insufficient under such scrutiny."

Ami nodded. "I've set up a hotline already. It will relay the information directly to my computer and will be completely untraceable."

"Do we go in together or not?" Makoto wanted to know.

Mina smiled. "We go in together. After all, we fight together, bleed together, and cry together. We can stand together now."

"When do we do this?" Usagi asked.

"When will you be ready?" Ami said.

"Never," she answered ruefully.

Soft laughter filled the room.

"We won't do anything until you're comfortable with it," Mamoru assured her.

She shook her head. "If we're really going to do this, we should do it before I get scared and change my mind. It's really become important that people know about us and know we can be trusted, since so many will be under attack. It's not like the energy thieving, where it might hurt but they would recover. These enemies would kill them."

"Then we should go now," Rei said. Everyone nodded. "How do we do this?"

"I cannot teleport everyone," Kunzite warned.

"We'll teleport ourselves." Ami's voice was firm.

Usagi got to her feet. "Then we should do that. Ami-chan, provide the destination. MOON COSMIC POWER!"

"MERCURY STAR POWER!"

"MARS STAR POWER!"

"JUPITER STAR POWER!"

"VENUS STAR POWER!"

"MAKE-UP!"

They formed their ring, hands clasped. Mercury took point, eyes closed as she focused on the studio she had chosen. Her research had indicated that a few staff would be on hand, and it would be all but ready for use. The ring flashed their rainbow shine, and they were there.

The workers in the room turned as the wave of light washed around them and immediately gaped. One, a young woman with a bit more sense, ran from the room calling for those Mercury recognized as the main anchors of the news programs.

A tall, thin woman with sharp green eyes and a tailored suit in the same shade strode into the room, the other on her heels. She extended her hand to Sailor Moon, eyes glittering. "Akiyama Chiya, lead anchor of the eleven o'clock news. You are the Sailor Senshi."

"We are," the Moon Senshi answered. "I am Sailor Moon."

The others introduced themselves as the anchor raked them with her gaze.

"And what brings the legendary Sailor Senshi here?"

Mercury took charge. "We're here to provide necessary information to the public."

"Why this station?"

"There was an attack here about two months ago. We are offering to do interviews as a sort of recompense for the damages and the injury to your staff."

"I wasn't aware the Sailor Senshi cared about the damages done."

"We care," Mercury said softly. "There's just not much we can do about it. However," and her voice was brisk and strident now, "if you cannot accept our reasons for approaching you, we can go elsewhere."

"There's no need for that." Akiyama studied them. "What are the conditions?"

"We'll speak one at a time, each in a separate interview. We demand absolute respect of our privacy in matters of our personal lives, and that we will not be followed as we leave. We'll know if someone does, and if it happens we'll do something about it. There are some questions we can't or won't answer, either for our sakes or the sake of the battle."

"That seems fair. Hisa!" The young woman that had run for her stepped up. "What program is in the next time slot?"

"Jump Up! It's a repeat tonight."

"Excellent. Cut it."

"I- I'm sorry?" the girl stammered.

"Cut it," Akiyama repeated. "We'll be having an exclusive live interview."

"The executive office-"

"The executive office will prefer this. See it done in time." Hisa scurried off as Akiyama looked over the five girls. "Which of you is first?"

"I am," Sailor Moon said. "We also decided you could have a photo shoot after to use as promotion for the other interviews."

"I see." She did a slow survey. "Well, there's hardly a need to send you for makeup, and if we were to change your hair you might not be recognized. All you need is a microphone. Will the rest of you be staying?"

"We'll be here as long as she is," Venus answered.

"There's an observation room to the side there."

"One of us will stay. We won't be in the way."

"Is that one of your conditions?"

All four Guardian Senshi nodded at once.

Hisa dashed back in and whispered in Akiyama's ear. The anchor listened with a slight smile.

"The executive board wishes to offer you a contract for regular appearances."

"No," Mercury said at once. "We don't want to be paid or under obligation, since we have so much else we have to do. We'll do this when we choose, and this set of interviews will be the only exclusive offer. After that any addresses we have for the press will be done as a conference."

She lifted one brow but didn't argue. "There are rumors of other Sailor Senshi. Will they be doing interviews as well?"

"We personally only know of three others, and it is unlikely they will choose to."

"They're not part of the team?"

"We're affiliated," Sailor Moon said flatly. "They operate independently."

"Well, we have two minutes and they have the set arranged already. If you allow Daichi-" she indicated a young man surrounded by various technological paraphernalia- "to equip you with a microphone, we'll be ready to begin."

Daichi set the small device neatly in place against her collar and attached the battery pack to her back bow. With thirty seconds until they went on air, she took a seat on a large blue chair across from Akiyama, who was having some last minute touchups done.

"Ten seconds to air! Nine, eight, seven…"

The last counts were done silently, and Akiyama directed a megawatt smile into the camera.

"This is Akiyama Chiya, with a very special surprise tonight. We're joined in the studio by none other than the legendary Sailor Senshi."

The view panned to Sailor Moon, who kept her smile smaller and quieter. She could practically hear the phones start ringing in houses across the city.

"This is Sailor Moon, reputedly the leader of the Sailor Senshi. So, what are you?"

"What am I?" she repeated with a nervous laugh. "That would be a difficult one to start with. I guess the simplest version would be that I started out a normal human girl until I abruptly discovered I had superpowers."

"And what prompted the discovery?"

"Need. There was an attack, and no one else was around to deal with it. Sailor Venus preceded me, but she was in London at the time."

"And what exactly was the nature of the attack?"

"The first one? It was a creature of our first enemy, called youma, that specialized in stealing human life energy. It used a jewelry store as a base of operations and lured people in with low prices. Those that wore the gems were drained of that energy."

"Enemies? How many 'enemies' have there been?"

"Well, we're on the… fourth?"

"Four?"

Sailor Moon counted them off on her fingers. "The Dark Kingdom, the Makaiju aliens, the Black Moon Clan, and now… well, now we really don't know who they are. There was also a one-off, but it was an isolated incident."

"Tell us a little more. Specifics are helpful."

"Well, as I just said, the first encounter we had was with the Dark Kingdom. Primarily they were energy thieves attempting to awaken a malevolent being, with a secondary goal of finding the Silver Crystal."

"The Silver Crystal being…?"

"The Silver Crystal is a crystal of incredibly potent moon magic."

"Moon magic?"

"Energy particularly compatible with mine, since I'm Sailor Moon. In my hands, it would be even more powerful than it is alone."

"Where is it now?"

"Hidden. Too many of our enemies have wanted to use it for their own purposes."

"So you hid it?"

"Yes. I guarantee you it won't be easily found."

"What about the next enemy? The… Makaiju aliens, you said?"

"They operated through creatures called Cardians, again to steal energy. Unlike the Dark Kingdom, that was where their ambition ended. They weren't interested in malevolent entities or world domination."

"And after that?"

"The Black Moon Clan. This is where we run into another world domination/destruction end goal. Their operations focused on imbuing various locations with negative energy, often resulting in darker personalities of those in the affected area."

"Where are all these bad people coming from?"

"Next question."

"You can't say?"

She shook her head. "Nope."

"Surely the public has a right to know."

"Nope."

"Even though we're the ones paying the price of these mysterious enemies' goals?"

"You're paying the price?" she repeated. "You? Do you have any idea what this fighting could do to us, has done to us? We've nearly died to keep you safe. It's because we're constantly watching and stepping in that no civilians have died."

They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"And… now? What's happening now that you and the other Sailor Senshi abruptly felt the urge to come forward?"

"We really don't know the final goals for our new enemy, or even what their plans are, but we know one thing: they're after people with pure hearts, and that could mean a lot of things. Mostly, it means that we have no easy way to know where they'll strike next, and we realized that we need a way for the people to reach us."

"And how do they do that?'

"Sailor Mercury established a special hotline that will reach us immediately. Just call the basic emergency number and add 736744- that is to say, SENSHI. Tell us where the attack is and what's happening and at least one of us will be there as soon as possible."

"So, tell us about all the Senshi. Sailor Mercury, for example."

"Mercury is the brains of our group and her magic is primarily ice-based. Other details, you'd be better off asking her directly. Barring any outstanding circumstances, she should be the next one you can interview."

"And the others?"

"Mars was next after Mercury. She's psychic and the warrior of fire. Jupiter is our strength and favors electrical based attacks, though she has the potential for earth and plant based powers as well. Venus was really the first of us and is the de jure leader. She uses love based magic."

"Love based?"

"Again, you'd do best to ask her if you want specifics of her particular powers."

"What do you do, then?"

"As things stand, I'm the most powerful of us. Our powers grow through personal harrowing experiences, and I've run into a lot of them. So, I'm generally responsible for destroying whatever monster is wreaking havoc."

"How do you do that?"

"Through various weapons." She touched one gloved hand to the cool metal of her tiara. "This was actually the first one I used. After that, I've had a variety of wands that are more powerful."

"Could you demonstrate?"

"Not with those, no. They're too powerful, and the camera would be essentially blinded by the light that goes with it. With my tiara? Sure, if you have a dress form or mannequin."

"Excellent. Someone find the girl a mannequin."

One of the interns hurriedly wheeled one onto the set before scrambling off again. Sailor Moon got to her feet and sized it up.

"Normally our enemies are human-sized and shaped, at least in approximation. Sometimes we run into monsters that are larger. When I practice, it's generally with a humanoid figure like this."

"You practice?"

"Don't soldiers do drills before they go into battle? We practice, particularly after we find a new power in ourselves."

"So what does the tiara do?"

"It'll get hot and sharp, and I throw it like you might throw a Frisbee. You might want to move back some."

Everyone backed away several paces, leaving a clear field around Sailor Moon and the mannequin.

"MOON TIARA ACTION!"

The golden disc shot forward, cutting deep into the material of the figure before returning to its place on Sailor Moon's forehead.

"Against monsters, it'll be different," she explained. "A low-level monster, like the earlier youma of the Dark Kingdom, would be turned to dust if the tiara hit. I can also use it to cut through tentacles or the like if the monster has those."

"Can I see it?" Akiyama asked.

"Sure." She murmured the attack phrase again, but only held the weapon in her hand. "Be careful."

"And this returns to its tiara form when it's not in use?"

"Every time. It returns to me regardless of what happens."

"And your wand? You use it the same way?"

"Not quite. Rather than it being used as a physical weapon- though I did that once- it shoots magic from it when activated."

"Do you have to say things each time you want to use an attack?"

"We all do. The phrase depends on the attack."

"So you would be in trouble if you couldn't speak."

"Probably," Sailor Moon admitted. "Still, we do have a few allies that aren't limited to that sort of thing. Tuxedo Kamen-sama pulls us out of trouble."

Akiyama leaned back against her chair, an interested smirk on her face. "I was wondering when we would get to him. There have been some very interesting rumors about you and Tuxedo Kamen, Sailor Moon. Tell us about him."

"He was the first ally I had when I became Sailor Moon. He literally saved my life in our first battle, and he's saved me plenty of times since. I can honestly say I wouldn't be sitting here without him."

"And the rumors that the two of you are involved?"

She laughed a little, toying with her pigtail. "Well, yeah. We have been for months."

"How involved?"

Sailor Moon blinked. "That's rather personal, but I guess it's fine. We're dating, obviously."

"That's not what I meant. How far have you gone?"

"How far? Oh!" She blushed vivid red. "Wow. Um. No, not that far. We're too young for that, and frankly we're pretty busy with the saving the world thing."

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

Akiyama lifted one brow. "You answered."

She shrugged. "Why not? Even if you were to look at every single fourteen year old girl in Tokyo, you wouldn't be able to pick me out, or any of the others. We're protected by something we call 'glamour'. Even if you stared at me right now and then looked at a picture of my civilian self, you would never make the connection."

"Impressive. How did you manage that?"

"We don't really know. Once we transform, we won't even recognize each other if we don't know who the person is under the transformation."

"But you all know each other?"

"We're best friends."

One of the directors signaled, and Akiyama nodded. "We're just about out of time, so I have one last quick question. Beside Tuxedo Kamen, there's rumors of a second man that takes part in your battles. Who is he?"

Sailor Moon smiled. "He's our little secret."

"And we're out!"

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AN: I bet a lot of you misinterpreted, didn't you? Well, that sums up this chapter. Normally that would be the cue for me to beg you to review, but I'm not in the mood, so I'll just say you know the drill. Till next time!