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Notes: This chapter takes place 1½ months after Akira left.

`Meet me on the

rooftop at 4 PM.`

Usagi flips the note over, looking for a name, an address, a number, some sort of indication of who had written it. "Huh," she says, confused.

"Oh, a love letter?"

Usagi jumps and turns to see Mamoru standing over her shoulder, smirking. "Geez, you scared me!" she says, her hand over her thumping heart. Of course, it's always that way when he's around. His baritone voice melted it, and his male-model face, smirk and all, froze it.

He laughs. "Sorry!"

Turning back to the note, she sighs. "I'm not sure. The handwriting looks nothing like a boy's or a girl's. It's kind of inbetween…" she trails, a memory from her second year of high school creeping into her mind.

"What's with your handwriting?" Usagi asked, watching Akira scrawl a quick essay for her Japanese History class.

"It's not anything like a girl's handwriting!"

"Well, does it look like a boy's?" she questioned defensively.

"Well, no, but-"

"Then, it's fine, isn't it?"

"Oh…" Usagi whispers in realization, then hisses, "Akira!"

"Eh? You think so?" Mamoru asks.

"Definitely. No doubt about it. Although… This secretive-business isn't exactly her style. She's a very… straightforward person." Usagi looks at the digital clock on the wall. 3:45 PM. "I'd better go. I'll see ya later?" she says.

"You don't want me to come?" he asks.

Usagi shrugs. "Just tell the girls that I had some business to take care of," she says. They're all going to Fruits Parlor Crown to discuss invitations for their wedding.

"Alright, I'll tell them. They might not be happy about it, though."

Usagi pretends to shutter. "I hate to think of what they'll do to me!"

He laughs. "See ya!"

Usagi sighs heavily, her hand on the door handle to the roof. "This is it," she whispers to herself. She turns the handle, and pushes.

There's a girl with a dyed-blue punk-cut with black roots. She's wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a tight, black dress vest, and black leather pants with combat boots. She's facing away, leaning over the ledge.

Next to her stands a man with light-brown hair styled neatly, standing straight, facing towards her. He's wearing a striped, white, button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into black dress slacks. He's wearing black dress shoes and frameless glasses, with a thick, green frame on the top of the lenses.

His calm face turns to one of surprise and recognition, and he runs to her. He falls to his knees and bows before her. "My Queen, please accept my deepest apologies and regrets!" He takes her left hand and kisses her ring in a sign of respect.

Usagi sweatdrops. "J-Jose-kun…"

"I have disobeyed thy wishes and abandoned thee! Please, thy punishment is the only thing I desire!"

She sighs. "Well, you can start by standing up and being your own man! I feel uncomfortable with you like that, and you're ruining your nice clothes. Don't do anything like that, even when you go back."

"But, Her Highness is-"

"Still me! I'm telling you, she'll be happy that you don't. She hates the formality."

"But-"

"No buts! You're her daughter's lover, aren't you? If you two continue through the future, then we'll be family! Now, stand up and act like it!"

"O-okay…" He stands slowly, and looks up at her over his glasses like a sheepish puppy.

She giggles. "Alright. What is it, Akira?"

She shrugs. "I wanna come back."

Usagi sighs. "Well, then, c'mon. I'm fine with it, but let's see what Haru-chan has to say about this. We're all going to Fruits Parlor Crown tonight. You can come with me. Let's go. Jose-kun, you, too."

Akira grins. "Sweet!"

Usagi rolls her eyes. "Don't get cocky. She's mad, you know."

"Yeah, Mamoru told me."

Usagi stares at her calculatingly, but then shakes her head. "Know what? I won't even ask."

Akira smirks. "Let's go!"

"3, 2, 1!" Hikari whispers. She and Tony jump out, and knock out their counterparts, Akira and Jose. They toss them in the alley they came out from so Ikuto, Mamoru's counterpart, can take them away.

Pre~tty Frea~ky! Da ne? Lol XD Next chapter up immediately c: Because this one's really short ._.