I do not own sailor moon or its characters nor do i own blue seed.......oh if i did things would be different.

Serena flexed her arm the muscles were tight but she wasn't in anymore pain. She unwrapped the bandages around her arm and looked at where her wounds had been. A normal person's wounds would have taken at least a week to get to where hers were. She unwrapped her other arm and saw that it too was in a better state. She touched her torso and knew that it was going to take a little while longer for her abdomen and all of her internal injuries to heal.

She looked at herself in the mirror she was pale, paler than she had ever been before. She didn't know if it was due to the fact that her body was trying to heal itself, because she hadn't slept right since regaining consciousness, or because every time she thought about Momiji she felt sick. Thinking back upon that night she was wracked with guilt, "Why didn't I see it" she asked herself, "Why didn't I see that it was Momiji."

She leaned over the sink and turned on the faucet she splashed her face several times and then turned it off. Serena dried her face and then threw the towel onto the sink counter top. She left the bathroom and sat down in the middle of the room she stretched out her legs and leaned down to touch her toes. She felt her muscles in her legs stretching, after a few minutes she stretched her arms to a point that she knew they could handle.

She had just begun to stretch out her back when she heard a soft knock at the door. "Enter" she said as she pushed herself up onto her hands and her feet. She stared at Hermione from her upside down position. Neither spoke, it was the first time they had seen each other since the night of the attack. Hermione had been bedridden on Zoicite's orders and it was on Darien's orders that Serena wasn't allowed to leave their bedroom.

Serena took herself out of her position and turned around to face Hermione, who was still heavily bandaged. Hermione closed the door behind her and sat down in front of Serena. The two women were face to face yet still they said nothing only stared at each other. Finally sensing that the tension was building they began their telepathic conversation.

'Hermione we can't talk a loud, we don't know who could be listening' Serena told her. Hermione nodded in agreement. 'Do you…do you really think that was Momiji the other night?'

For a few seconds Hermione said nothing as if she was carefully calculating what she was going to say. 'I think that whoever that person was they were very powerful and had become very powerful in a short amount of time. Do I believe that it was Momiji? Well the evidence is right there in front of us and it's hard to deny what we have seen ourselves.'

'We have been deceived by our eyes before, Abby taught us to always question what we thought was the truth' said Serena. 'But that power and that face they were both so Momiji that I don't know what to do.'

'I think that we need to get back out there and figure out what's going on,' Serena said.

'Agreed but now that the underworld knows of our loyalties what are we going to do' asked Hermione.

'We will use that to our advantage, we are now members of the royal family this means that we can order those who stood against us before. We can get information that would had previously been denied us'

Hermione contemplated this and then nodded, 'But we need to wait a few more days I haven't fully healed and once Daniel and Darien find out what we are planning they will do everything in their power to stop us.'

'We need to get Kusanagi's help we can use him to help us cover our tracks when Darien and Daniel come looking for us.'

'Serena hasn't he been through enough because of Momiji, I think that it would be best for us to leave him alone and allow him to heal,' said Hermione.

'I know that he has suffered for this but don't you think that he too deserves to know the truth about Momiji? If this is her attacking us then it will help him and I think us as well and if it's not her then he may be able to hold on to the hope that he can get her back.'

'And us? Are we holding onto a hope that we can convince her to forgive us?'

Serena glared, 'There is nothing to forgive. We were lied to, we were tricked and deceived it should be them apologizing to the three of us. They used us under false pretenses Hermione they are the ones who should be apologizing.'

Hermione didn't respond to her friend she knew that Serena was still having a hard time adjusting to the fact that Momiji was the one who had possibly attacked them.

'How much longer do you think you will need to heal?' Serena asked.

'A few more days at the least, my injuries were deeper than I had first anticipated.'

'Fine then three days and we'll move.'

Rei sat in her bedroom her chin resting on her folded hands she stared off into the darkness of the room thinking hard. A hand touched her shoulder she looked up to see Lita standing there with Ami. "I'm sorry I was thinking."

"That was obvious," said Lita sitting down on the bed next to Rei. Ami sat down in a desk chair across from the other two. "What are you thinking about Rei?"

"Different things, Mina, mother, father, Darien, but most of all Kusanagi" she said.

"Kusanagi?" Lita's voice didn't hide her surprise.

"This entire thing with the third slayer he's deeply in love with her and its killing him that she is the enemy."

"Where is he?" asked Ami.

"I don't know he and Louis took Alana away after Serena and Hermione were brought back, and no one has heard from him since" Rei told them. "I'm afraid of what he's going through alone."

"I do think that someone should be sent to check on him, perhaps the King will send Malachite," said Lita.

"I don't think so Malachite hasn't left the hospital for two days, he got a call that Mina's condition was worsening and that she didn't have long to live" Ami told them. "I think that sending someone else would be the best path to take."

"I'll ask Nephrite to check in on him and Alana then," said Lita. Rei nodded her thanks then folded her hands once again and leaned her chin on them.

"Speaking of Nephrite Lita I heard from Jadeite that the night that Serena and Hermione was attacked he went to see your little sister. How did that go" Ami asked.

Lita looked away from Rei and Ami, "I don't think that it went well at all, Nephrite said that she was so angry that the room was shaking. He also said that she doesn't want to see me and refuses to acknowledge me as her sister."

"Not the warmest of reunions," said Ami.

"No it wasn't I wasn't even aware that she had become a slayer, especially not one under Abby."

"And I am sure that the shock of seeing a sister she thought long dead was a shock to her as well," said Ami.

"I had to make everyone believe I was dead, if they had known that I decided to turn into a Vampire and live with him as my husband then I would have put my entire family in danger. I had decided to abandon them I wasn't going to sign their death warrants at the same time," Lita said.

"A noble way of thinking" Rei said.

"I don't think that Hermione would say the same thing" Ami told her.

"Maybe you should reach out to her Lita, try to extend the hand of friendship. She and Serena are still looked upon with suspicion by those around us, you know what that was like when you first became a vampire, perhaps you could help" suggested Rei.

"I think that neither of them having being changed is what makes those around us most uncomfortable. When you enter a coven or a family your loyalties change to that family and I think that because they haven't been turned or been accepted as full members of the coven people still think that they could have loyalties to their old coven. I think that our people are afraid of betrayal" said Lita. "Anyways Hermione refuses to see or speak to me so I don't know how much help I could be."

"Give it time, things may change" Said Ami.

He was laying in a meadow, the moon glowing brightly above him as he stared into the sky. He lay silently trying to count the stars. As he lay there he heard a rustling sound coming closer to him. Kusanagi sat up and stared at the figure that was approaching him. He could see that it was the silhouette of a woman and that she was about a foot shorter than he. She was dressed in a white summer dress, her hair was free and blowing in the calm wind. He leaned back on his elbows as she grew closer. In the darkness he could make out her features.

He closed his eyes and stilled his body, he heard her stop in her tracks and then felt a heavy weight drop down onto his legs and a cold blade pushed into his neck. Kusanagi opened his eyes to look at Momiji; he expected to see a cold blue staring back at him. Cold eyes that he no longer knew, but instead he looked right into a pair of bright green orbs. When he saw the color of her eyes he instantly grabbed her wrists tightening his grip she instantly let go of the knife she was holding. She collapsed onto him straddling his legs her white dress pooling at her hips.

"You're eyes they were different that night," he said. She didn't say anything but her eyes flashed passionate furry at him. "I should have known I knew that you would never change something so beautiful. I should have sensed it."

"Sensed what?" she asked her voice full of anger.

"That woman was too different from you, she was cold and passionless and her eyes weren't full of the life that you possess," he told her he took both of her wrists into one hand and with the other brushed back her hair from her face. It was a lighter color than the other woman had had.

"I have no more life in me" Momiji said softly. "I hate you don't touch me!" She struggled again his grip.

"If you hate me so much Momiji then why did you come here?" he asked her.

She stilled and stared silently into his gaze, "To give you a message." He said nothing only waited for her to deliver her message. "Nothing has changed I am your enemy and you are mine, we are nothing to each other and when the time comes I will see to your death." Momiji made to stand but Kusanagi didn't let her go. She tried to pull from his grasp but it was useless he was too strong.

"Even here I match you Momiji no matter what you want or how much you have changed here your deepest desires are realized. You know that I am your equal so here you cannot over power me," he whispered into her ear. Kusanagi stared at her for several seconds as she tried to struggle out of his grasp, then in a flash he had flipped her onto her back, pinned her hands above her head, and was laying on top of her. Her eyes flashed indignation at being over powered; as he held himself above her smelled something faint from her, he recognized it but couldn't place it.

Even though she didn't want it to she felt her body react to the close contact that they were in. "Stop it I didn't come here for this," she said.

"Then why did you come here? Your message wasn't a necessary one it could have been sent in many other ways through many other channels and yet you come here to give it to me personally. I hardly believe that you believe that we are over and that nothing has changed." He leaned down and kissed her neck then he began to run his fangs down her white columned neck leaving red marks in his wake.

"Stop it Kusanagi," she said her voice shuddering as a shiver went through her.

He stopped and leaned towards her ear, he took the lobe in between his teeth and tugged. He ran his hand down her body to where the hem of her dress was laying at her knees. "You didn't come here to give me a message you came here because for the last nine months you have craved my presence and being separated has killed you as much as it has killed me."

He felt her arch her body into his and looked down at her face, her eyes were closed and she was fiercely biting her bottom lip. She knew that what he was saying was true, as he had said before it is in our dreams that we allow our deepest desires to come true.

Kusanagi wondered if she was aware that this dream wasn't as imagined as she thought; he smiled inwardly the fact that they could meet in their dreams due to their close proximity, it was their bonds was calling them to each other.

Kusanagi ran his hand up her thigh and felt her shudder then he heard her moan. "Kusanagi…." She said breathlessly. His gaze went to her instantly it had been such a long time since he had heard her voice call his name, and even before she had left she had always been reluctant to call his name. Only when they had been in their most private moments in those few instances where should would let her guard down had she allowed herself to call out his name.

He leaned over her his lips at her ear, his hands had stilled "Say it again Momiji."

"What?" she asked arching her body even more trying to get his touch to return to her skin.

"My name, say my name" he whispered to her. He felt her still instantly knowing that she was about to reject him and once again set up her defenses he tried to hold onto her tighter. But it didn't last, she had thrown him from her in a second.

She stood and grabbed her knife once again she backed away from him slowly holding his gaze. "Don't do that."

"What?"

"Use your powers to try and seduce me," she said. She saw instantly that she had made a mistake his anger flared and she felt a strong wave of power emit from him.

"Do not ever accuse me of using my powers to seduce you," he said. "I have never once needed to or will ever need to use my powers to seduce my mate."

"I am not your mate!" she yelled.

In a flash he was before her gripping her shoulders, "Oh you are my mate, you are my love, my other soul, my desire, my lust, you are the most important thing to me and it doesn't matter how much you fight it you won't escape me or our destiny."

She was able to push him away from her and turn her back to him. She took a few steadying breaths and then stood up straight. She inhaled deeply but didn't turn to look at him, "You are right we can't escape our destiny but our destiny isn't to be lovers it's to be enemies." She then turned around and the wind around them began to pick up blowing her hair before her face and her dress around her legs.

"You and I will never be able to be what you want, and the next time I see you I will have to kill you," she said her voice cold. Kusanagi however saw in her eyes the pain that she held, not only because she couldn't be with him, but the kind of pain that one only knows after their world has shattered around them. The kind of pain that forces you to keep going despite what you heart says, the kind of pain that isn't shouldered by other people only the victim, the kind of pain that changes your heart into a cold and hardened and crooked thing.

"Momiji it doesn't matter what our destinies are I will always love you forever despite everything," he said. She didn't answer but Kusanagi knew what her reply would be, it was always the same always the same claim that love didn't matter and that they were enemies. Kusanagi blinked and he was once again alone in the meadow. He blinked again and when he opened his eyes he opened them to a darkened room.

He was sitting upright in a chair, in the bed lay Alana, at her side sat Louis, his head was leaned forward lying on top of Alana's hand. He was dead tired and Kusanagi thought it would be best to leave them. He stood silently and left the couple to their slumber. He went to the bathroom and turned the faucet on, he splashed his face with cool water and allowed the droplets to air dry on his skin. He leaned against a wall, "Momiji" he muttered.

He recalled her voice saying his name and the smell that she had emitted. He knew that he knew it well but he couldn't place it. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and then walked from the bathroom.

Momiji opened her eyes and stared out of the large window in her bedroom. She had been meditating when she had felt Kusanagi's subconscious calling out to her. Against her better judgment she had followed the call and had entered his mind; though she didn't want to she had to admit that his mind was soft, caring, and kind. To have dreamed up the world that they had been in it had to have been. The meadow they had been in had radiated warmth and comfort, it was a place of safety, a place of love and gentleness.

She had arrived with barriers and instantly they were torn down by his presence. Seeing him laying there, even if it was just in her inner mind, amongst the grass the moonlight reflecting off of his copper colored skin, awakened all of her feelings that she had tried to subdue for the past several months. The fact that she had become almost completely undone at just the sight of him had angered her, but there was also a deep part of her, a small sliver in the darkness, that had felt joy to see him. She had missed him despite everything she told herself or tried to ignore, she had missed him, not only physically but mentally as well.

She looked out across the city, the sun was setting and its rays were glistening off of the polished windows and buildings. She stood and stared out of the window, she sighed and then sat down on the edge of her bed. There was a knock at her door. "Enter," she said.

Rin walked into the room carrying a long black robe, Nia entered behind carrying her katana. "Mistress your mother has ordered us to help you dress for tonight," said Nia.

Momiji stood and looked at the two women, "Tell her thanks but no thanks, I can't wear those anymore."

"And why not?" asked Sophia from the doorway. She was dressed in a long navy blue kimono, a silver bow was tied at her waist, and a silver hairclip held her hair in place.

"I don't feel like me in them" Momiji said. "I don't feel like I can move as well and I…I…don't feel comfortable in them."

"Momiji those robes have been passed down through our family for generations it is tradition to wear them when in training," Sophia said.

"Training for what?" asked Momiji.

Sophia didn't answer knowing that if she did she would only anger Momiji. "Alright then wear what you please but at least be tactful remember you represent this family now."

"Yeah that's a first," said Momiji under her breath. Nia laid the Katana down on the bed and left the room, Rin laid the robes down on a chair that stood in a corner of the room. 'In case you changed your mind,' she had said to Momiji as she had followed Nia out of the room.

Momiji went to her closet and pulled out her weapons as well as an outfit that she felt would suite her needs. She dressed and armed herself, when she was satisfied with herself she left the room to go and receive her orders trying to forget about the way Kusanagi's hands had felt when they touched her.