A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the week long wait there! I was too excited about the news to think!
Now, what news may that be are you wondering? Oh, you didn't hear?
Well then I'll tell you!
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THERE"S A NEW SAILOR MOON ANIME COMING OUT NEXT SUMMER! (Summer 2013)
So, how stoked are you guys? I'm so excited I can't believe it!
This chapter still isnt at the action, but I'm slowly getting there!
Consider this one... the "calm before the storm"? :)
ANYWAYS! R&R! Love the support!
Enjoy!
~Moviefan6896

Chapter Three

She opened her eyes slowly, the light burning her retinas, trying to acquire her location. Usagi realized she was once again on the fluffy white bed in, well, the bedroom. She looked around groggily to get some bearings down as to what time it may have been and saw a foot next to hers. She turned her head to the left to see a very much so asleep Mamoru sitting up in bed next to her.

Trying to figure out how she got from dinner to bed and not remembering a thing, she strained her mind. She remembered her dream in a haze, but not much else.
Mamoru woke up, startling her, and sat up to face Usagi to check on her.

"Hey you're awake dumpling head! What happened back there? You completely fainted on me and left your dumpling on the floor to rot. That hurts you know. I thought you loved my cooking, but I guess it wasn't that great now was it? I mean it nearly killed you!" He said with a sarcastic grin before becoming once again serious. "But really, are you feeling alright? It really was out of the blue. You're not coming down with a fever or something are you?" He said feeling her forehead.

"No, I think I'm fine now, but..."

"But what?"

"But I had a dream."

Mamoru stared at her trying to read her blank expression. "What sort of dream?" He pressed.

"I spoke with myself."

"Spoke with yourself?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," she said looking right into his midnight eyes. "But not me from now, me from the future; Neo Queen Serenity."
"And in your dream, what happened? What did you talk about?" Mamoru was suspicious. The last time one of them had had a dream sent from the future, the outcome hadn't been too fantastic.

"She was warning me about something. She mentioned Crystal Tokyo and an uprising. She said that there will be a battle unlike any other we have faced before."

"Oh great, just what I was hoping for." He said full of exasperation, rubbing his palms across his eyes.

"Mamo-chan, I think from what she said, our hunch is right. Crystal Tokyo is coming soon. Very soon. As in, 'before the end of the year' soon."

"And just as soon as we were able to finally have peace after years, we have to fight again. I wonder if it will ever end. Did she say anything else?"

"Not that I can really remember. I remember someone was singing though before she appeared. I think it was about us, during the silver millennium. How me met and died because I had come to Earth. It was a very cold melody and sad song." She shivered, thinking back on the tune.

Mamoru frowned, held her shoulders, and with genuine concern in his eyes asked, "I believe you, about everything you've said, but are you sure you're alright? Are you sure you're not leaving out anything at all that you remember?"

"I'm sure. That's all I can remember. What time is it anyways? I'm hungry! I didn't get to finish dinner after all I guess. You saved my dumplings right?"

Mamoru's expression lit up to see her back to normal. "Well, since you dropped it on the floor, I threw yours out and finished mine. I wasn't about to starve myself!"

"No! You meanie! You didn't! My dumplings!" Her face was covered with an air of shock.

Mamoru burst out laughing. "No, I just put them in the fridge, don't worry, I'm not going to starve you either!" He said as he got up to get them from the kitchen. "Its nine o'clock by the way. You really were out for a while there! Glad you're okay."

"Nine o'clock?" Usagi got out of bed and looked out the window. The sun was almost completely set when they had sat down for dinner, but now it was completely dark out and all you could see were the lights of Tokyo, streaming on forever. She then looked over at the alarm clock on the bedside table and sure enough, it read 9:00PM.

Mamoru returned with Usagi's three dumplings (one with a bite out of it) on a small white plate and placed it on the bed. Usagi drew the curtains to where they had been before and sat on the edge of the bed as she began to eat like the famished creature she was.

"Mm! They turned out really good Mamo! And look, I didn't black out on you this time! I guess your cooking wasn't that bad after all!" She said with a wink.

Mamoru gave a chuckle and joined her on the edge of the bed just as she was finishing up the last dumpling. She had missed dinner three hours ago after all. She set the plate down on the bedside table and stretched out as far as she could.

"Stiff?" Mamoru inquired.

"Yeah, everything's all tight since I woke up." She said pouting.

"A hot bath would probably do you good." he said thinking. "Why don't you wait here while I fill up the bathtub, and we can both let our muscles have some relief? I've had a long day too." He said chuckling to himself once again.

"Alright! But with bubbles okay?" She said smiling.
"Alright, alright." He said laughing at her.

Usagi loved the idea. She hadn't soaked in the bath for ages. She could feel the hot water already on her skin, soothing her from head to toe. Although wait, had he said 'both' could relax? She turned a deep cherry red at the thought, thanking the moon that he had already gone to the bathroom to set up the bath. The middle school girl inside her that had never really left was giggling like at madman. "Of course" she thought shaking her head as she got up from the bed. She went over to the dresser, opening one of her drawers pulling out numerous things to tie up her hair. She left her trademark meatballs in and tied the pigtails in an ornate fashion in between. She then grabbed a fresh towel from the closet, undressed and wrapped herself in it. She walked into the bathroom to see Mamoru just turning off the tap.

"Are these enough bubble your highness?" He asked pointing to the overly 'bubbled' tub.

Usagi giggled. "Yeah, you got it just right!" she said smiling at him.

"Well, I'll be back in a minute, you can get in though. Just watch out and don't burn yourself dumpling head, the water is boiling. We both know that's something you would do after all."

"Hey!" She yelled back at him, but he'd already shut the door and left. Sighing from defeat, she stuck her toes into the bath to test out the steaming water. It was the perfect temperature surprisingly enough. She proceeded to get in and as soon as she sat down, and was completely immersed in water to her neck, Mamoru re-entered wearing nothing but a towel, which of course made Usagi hide her cheeks in the bubbles, blushing fiercely.

"So, the water's fine then?" He asked heading towards the tub.

"Yeah! It's just right." She said with her smile hidden in the snowy mass of bubbles.

Mamoru climbed in opposite Usagi and let out a huge sigh of relief as he sat in the warm water. Usagi motioned for him to join her on her side of the large Japanese style tub, and so he did.

"So, how was your day today? Anything new? Well besides having me black out for inexplicable reasons."She joked as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Not really, there was a very odd case that came in today though." He stated, his face hard in concentration.

"Tell me about it." She pressed as she pulled him by the shoulders so that his back was against her calves, as she began to rub his temples with his head resting on her knees, much to his delight.

"I was asking the secretary at the desk, May, to give me the files on a patient that had come in earlier that day, when a man stumbled into the emergency room yelling at the top of his lungs. Nobody could even make out what he was saying." His eyes squinted, trying to remember exactly what happened.

"What happened? What was wrong with him? Was he injured?"

"We don't know what's wrong with him. It's all very strange and I kept having this weird feeling about it too. It's something that we've never seen before. He seemed to see and hear things; leading us to believe that he has some sort of mental illness. What we just couldn't understand though is he had a tattoo on his left wrist of a skull, and just a hand's width above that a cut oozing out a light purple liquid. The only thing he should be 'oozing' is blood, and blood is most definitely not light purple. He was losing so much of it too that if it was some sort of blood, he would have been much weaker, yet it took ten of us to get him strapped down tight enough to stop moving and resisting treatment. I don't know, but it sure was weird. We sent the purple goo off to the labs to be tested though, to see what comes up. So now, we'll just have to wait."

"Huh, weird..." she trailed distantly. "I wonder what was wrong with him. How is he now? Did he, you know... or was he still there when you left?"

"No he was still there. We managed to get enough morphine in him though that he fell asleep. He kept yelling in agony about a burning sensation where the cut was on his wrist. That feels really nice by the way Usako." He said smiling with his eyes closed, referring to how she was rubbing his temples.

Usagi kissed his forehead smiling. "You're welcome!" She piped.

"I think we should call a scout meeting tomorrow first thing to discuss that weird dream of yours. I have the day off tomorrow and I think Rei might be able to find something in the fire. What do you think?"

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Why don't we call them in the morning though?"

"Okay." He said as he shut his eyes once again, enjoying the attention he was receiving.

At that moment, Usagi thought of a devious plan. She quickly took her plan into action. Swiftly, she grabbed a handful of the now almost completely popped bubbles and slammed it down all over Mamoru's face. Giggling ferociously at the sight, she never realized it when he obviously noticed, turned around, wiped it off his face, and slammed it right back at her.

Taken by surprise, she screamed, making it now Mamoru's turn to laugh back at her. She wiped the bubbles off her face and splashed water at Mamoru best she could.

"Hey! Quit that!" he yelled laughing.

"No way!" she giggled, continuing to splash water at his face.

"Alright then, you asked for it!" He growled as grabbed her shoulders and dunked her completely underwater, much to the anger of her hair. Now, It would take hours to completely dry. Literally. One of the cons of having ankle length hair.

Usagi came up gasping for air and saw just in time that Mamoru was going to attempt to push her under again. She jumped up and jumped away from his reach, only to slip in the tub, and fall on top of him, creating a splash that had reached every corner of the bathroom. They both came up of air laughing like maniacs. This was the most Mamoru had laughed in ages, thrilling them both. They leaned against the wall to catch their breath. Mamoru was the first to speak.

"Usako, you're such a little kid!" he laughed uncontrollably.

"What about you, huh? You're the one who went for 'revenge'." She smiled back.

"Well you started it. I was nice and relaxed with you rubbing my forehead back there, but no, you had to shove bubbles in my face. Bubbles! We're in our twenties and we just had a war in the bathtub! So much for relaxing out muscles." He snorted crossing his arms.

"Mamo-chan, I think I'm getting kind of tired. What about you? Do you want to get out?"

"Sure, I think we could both use a good night's sleep," He laughed, "especially after all that very childish behaviour." He scolded as he kissed her right on the lips, much to her soaring delight.

With that Mamoru stood up and helped the rabbit get out of the tub, ensuring that she didn't fall on top of him again. The bathroom was soaked enough as it was. As Usagi treaded sopping wet to the bedroom to dry off and get changed, he drained out the tub and gave to floor a quick wipe to ensure that it would completely dry by morning.

When he entered the bedroom, Usagi had already fallen asleep in bed. He smiled at the blond angel with wet hair, wondering how she could sleep so heavily and so long. She would sleep in every morning after all no matter how early they went to bed, and nearly nothing could wake her up. He proceeded with drying himself off and put on a pair of pants. He then slipped under the covers, put his arm around his dumpling head, and fell asleep himself.