Artemis stiffened just a bit as a fellow detective walked up to him while he was at his desk at the station. The man was currently working in the narcotics division, and he had no reason to be over in the homicide department or approaching him. So when the man asked, "Can I speak to you privately?" it put him even more on edge.

Despite knowing that he could pull in Yamato or even Hatori if he wanted to, he decided to go this part alone. Detective Itsuki didn't even cross his mind. He wasn't sure how much he trusted the man yet. Still, since he didn't knowif this was about to add to the overall intrigue, he didn't want to escalate anything too early by tipping his hand and bringing them in yet.

Once they were in a private conference room, one where he had prior confirmation from Hatori that it was safe for his use, he closed and locked the door.

Detective Towa spoke first, knowing it was his responsibility to explain himself. "I have this British friend," he started. Artemis was even more confused now. Continuing, Towa added, "He met me and some co-workers at the bar about… eight months ago."

"Okaaaaay," Artemis said, not following but hoping there was some kind of point to this. He didn't know what to make of that statement.

"He still asks about Shizuho a bunch. She's from the IT department here. She was there that night, and he found her having sex in the stall of the men's room before she was drunk. I'm not saying it's okay, but he calls her "she's a hoe," the English play on her name entertains him, and so do her… antics. Three days ago, I accidentally stumbled upon her having sex work with someone. While it wasn't the first time…" he signed and let out a rush of breath. "It's not good."

Artemis rubbed his face in disbelief. He was amused by the fact that with all of his concern about everything, in the end, the detective was only asking for advice on how to talk to Human Resources about an ongoing problem. "I think that's a fabulous reason to tell human resources. Are you getting pushback from others?" he realized maybe some of the other detectives would try to stop him if she had been with them too. They would want to hide their indiscretions at work and not get fired.

"No," Towa said, shaking his head. "It needs to be reported to you specifically. After all, you're handling the investigation into the man's murder."

Suddenly, Artemis realized he was very wrong in his assumptions. "What now?"

"Jiji, the murder victim and suspect in hunting down Mamoru, she was having sex with him. It doesn't take my skills as a detective to figure out why he would be with her."

Artemis tensed up and nodded at the man in appreciation. "Does she work today?"

"She's at her desk, Towa confirmed.

"Good." Artemis looked at him sincerely, "Thank you for telling me about this. Chief Hatori is being kept in the loop over this investigation. Follow me. It's time to let him know what you saw." He knew this development was a big problem. Previously, he had only suspected that someone had gotten Mamoru's old address from the police. Now, he was sure of that fact.

Detective Towa went home that day, glad he had done the right thing for two reasons. One was obvious, but the other was that he was being officially recognized for his help in a murder case he hadn't even been investigating. He knew his fiance would be very proud of him and the official commendation he received on his record.

"Did you just close that letter with a wax seal?" Lucy asked as she looked over Dracula's shoulder. He was seated at the large ornate desk that he'd bought long before he ever met her.

He chuckled and looked up at her, holding it out for her visual perusal. "You do say I enjoy theatrics."

"It's one of the few things that the book about us got right," she agreed.

"It was named after me," he replied, bringing up a long-standing joke between the two of them.

"Yes, and told all about how I had four men who wanted to marry me and a supernatural being after me. I come out looking better than you in the book, except for the part about being killed in the end."

He dropped the letter on the desk, stood, and gave her a cocky look. "You really did have four men wanting to marry you, dear. You chose me over all of them. Remember?"

She got up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "I was bored. You fixed that."

"Sure, pretend it wasn't love at first sight. You couldn't help yourself. I know the truth," Dracula countered.

A frown slowly replaced her smile. "Why are you antagonizing them?" She couldn't help but focus on the letter that lay sealed on his desk. She saw who it was addressed to.

"You assume Lucy. You don't know what I wrote."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed at him. "Why else would you send such an ancient-looking letter to The Order of Van Helsing? It's not like you're sending them your family's cake recipe!"

He pulled her into his arms and whispered, "Did I ever tell you my mother made a fabulous chocolate cake?"

"You're not going to get out of this by making me laugh!" She scolded, but despite her words and tone of voice, her lip twitched into a smile. "And I know she never baked a cake in her life. She was a Countess. She wouldn't have ever stepped foot in a kitchen."

Conceding her point, he said, "Sweetheart, Usagi knows what I'm sending them. I'm stirring up trouble in Tokyo. Not here."

"What's in it?" Lucy asked, her anger leaving her. While she trusted Dracula with her heart and all her days, she trusted Usagi to be clearer-headed when it came to The Order of Van Helsing. Since the moment they tried to kill her, he couldn't think objectively about them.

He released her and pulled a sheath of paper from the right desk drawer, "My second draft, with the corrections scribbled in. This is what made it into the final letter."

Lucy read the lines quickly and her concern switched to her friend's safety. "She's incredibly mad."

"Yes," he replied calmly. "Beryl killed an innocent woman. While it wasn't this particular group, she's not risking bystanders anymore. She's always been a woman of action. She wants them focused on her right now."

"Will they believe this?"

"Maybe, but what they will do is investigate. She's there. They will believe it in the end because it's the truth."

Lucy set the paper down next to the letter and sighed, "Even though the information that she's in Tokyo is coming from you? Why would they believe you'd give her away?!"

"They will believe it's a trap," he said, smiling.

"It is a trap," Lucy replied. "I don't know what her plan is, but I know her."

Dracula smugly said, "And they will attempt to turn it around and try to trap her. She might even let them believe they have. But over the centuries, I've discovered that there is one thing you never try to put in a trap."

"Usagi," Lucy finished for him, smiling. "Not if they want to survive," she added.

"Many have tried," he confirmed. "But we all know who won… and who is dead."

Lucy picked up the letter and asked, "Are you mailing this?"

"No," he replied. "I have a man compelled to deliver it to them. They won't harm the messenger because he's one of them."

"You caught a member?" she asked, impressed.

Dracula curdled his lip, "He was strung out on heroin and hookers. It wasn't impressive."

She kissed his cheek. "Well, you better send that off."

"Yes, dear," he replied lovingly.

Mamoru frowned at Usagi as she smiled up at him. "You're being reckless," he scolded. "You can't go up against The Order and Beryl simultaneously."

"I'm not. As far as The Order goes, I'm just the bait. Or don't you realize that we have competent humans and supernaturals around us who can deal with them? My focus is Beryl."

He shook his head, "But if you're distracted with Beryl…" he cut himself off as he watched her smirk at him. "What?"

"Am I alone?"

He blinked in surprise and shook his head. "No, you're right, there are lots of-"

"No," she said, cutting him off. "I trust my King to watch my back. Would you let me be in danger?"

"Absolutely not!" he confirmed, adamantly.

She cupped his cheek, "There's nothing I can't accomplish with you at my side. You're not the King because of the Prophecy. The prophecy exists because of the kind King you are."

"You want to talk to me because I'm also a doctor, but you're afraid to start since you think you'll offend me," Suki said, knowing why Saeko asked to meet with her privately.

Saeko nodded solemnly and sighed. "I want your perspective, but…."

"You want to ask how can I make an oath as a doctor and accept the killings? You think I've betrayed my promise."

"I don't want to feel that way," Saeko replied honestly. "I do get that they are Queen and King, but I have only gotten that to explain a bit of it all in my head. I am trying."

Suki grabbed a stack of papers out of her large purse that she had prepared and handed them to her friend. "Remember. I have known about Usagi since I was a child. It means I've also had access to all of her histories that the family has kept over the past century. When you revere someone so highly, you study them and learn about their past. It's what my family has done since the creation of The Order of Usagi."

Saeko looked down at the papers clutched in her hand. "This is about her killing?"

"Yes, and it's about the other acts in her life. Read it and see what I know. It will inform you what kind of woman she really is."

Looking imploringly at her friend, Saeko said, "I know you. You believe this will change my mind. Why?"

Suki smiled gently at her friend, "I do. I believe it will change things quite a lot. One, I think you will see her heart and why she makes the choices she does. And two, I think you desperately wantyour mind to be changed."

"Yamato is a good man," Saeko said seemingly out of nowhere, but Suki understood. She wanted the man she loved to be right about such a big decision.

Three hours later, after reading all of the atrocities that Usagi had stopped or prevented, Saeko understood. Usagi was a woman who had devoted her life, one she could have solely spent on her own pleasures, to protecting the lives and happiness of others. The woman wasn't defined by who she killed or defeated. She was defined by who she protected and helped to live a long, happy life. Her whole existence was about fighting for love and justice.

Hatori took a sip of sake as he relaxed on his couch that evening. It had been a long day, and he was tired and pissed over what had happened. That feeling was a common one lately for him.

"Hi, Shingo," he said, not having heard a thing but having long practiced sensing his great-grandfather entering the room.

"You texted," was all Shingo replied, waiting to hear what had occurred.

"Artemis is telling Usagi as we speak. We've discovered the leak. Jiji was sleeping with a policewoman and someone from the IT department. They are both being booked into jail right now."

Shingo sighed and sat on a chair near his great-grandson. "You won't listen, but it's not your fault."

"I'm the police chief! I need to get my house in order!"

After lifting the sake bottle and refilling Hatori's glass, Shingo said, "You always were a bit conceited."

"Hey!"

"It was a compliment," Shingo replied, smirking.

Hatori chuckled. "Coming from you, I actually believe that." He took a long drink and then added, "You're going to say I'm not responsible for other people's actions."

"No," Shingo responded, picking up the bottle and drinking directly from it. "I'd say I wouldn't waste my breath, but I have none. What I am going to do is sit with you tonight. Those two women failed a good man, and that deserves a bit of wallowing."

"Who?" Hatori asked, not catching on.

Shingo replied, "You." He then took another drink.

Mamoru flipped his cards over and showed his winning hand. It was Monday night, and the guys had firmly reinstituted poker night. "It's interesting being King," he commented, seemingly idoly at the moment.

"Because you had three of them in your hand," Jadeite grumbled, tossing his losing hand in the center.

Smiling, amused by the comment, Mamoru said, "That part was just handy. What I meant was that I'm able to tell that something is bothering Kunzite at the moment." He then turned to look directly at said friend.

"Beryl is bothering all of us," Kunzite replied icily, leaning back in his chair. He was unsettled by being singled out by Mamoru. He didn't understand why he would be easier to read than the others.

"Nope," Mamoru replied quickly. "I meant that I truly can tell —as your King. Usagi has been teaching me some of my powers. You're unsettled in a way that… I can't explain it other than I have the feeling that you should tell me what's wrong."

"I'm really fine," Kunzite insisted stoically.

Nephrite scoffed and said, "Stop being the lone wolf leader you were before. You always watched after our pack and ignored your own feelings."

"It's not your problem," Kunzite objected. "She's my mate, and I get to take care of her! Usagi pointed that out to me earlier."

A low, drawn-out whistle came from the side of the room where Motoki was sitting. He then said, "Way to misinterpret that. Her whole point was that you weren't alone in watching out for Minako and needed to share with the group when she needed help. Is she feeling drained again?!"

"No," Kunzite said, conceding Motoki's point since he knew his friend was right but still hated it. "She wants to save everyone, and this whole thing with Beryl is getting to her. Minako is afraid of everyone she loves dying and that she won't be able to do anything to stop it -again."

"She's flashing back to her family's murder, isn't she?" Zoisite asked.

Mamoru was relieved that Zoisite could clue him into what was going on. He wasn't good at interpersonal details, and even asking Kunzite about his feelings had made him uncomfortable. But for Usagi and his role as King, he was working to force himself out of his comfort zone.

"She is," Kunzite said in a clipped tone.

Nephrite generally took offense to his tone and said, "They just care about you both. No need to get defensive!"

Mamoru shook his head slightly and placed a calming hand on Nephrite's shoulder. He suddenly felt the issue and said, "I understand Kunzite. I don't want Usagi to need help from anyone else, either. She does, though. She needs all of you. Does that make me an insufficient Mate or just a frustrated one?" He wanted Kunzite to know he understood his feelings since he shared them, too.

Kunzite felt the tension in his shoulders bleed out a bit. "I don't think I'm enough to solve this. I hate it!"

"Same," Mamoru replied, forcing himself to open up more. "And frankly, Beryl is my fault. How do you think that makes me feel?"

Motoki shook his head, "As a rational person, that sounds ridiculous. As a man —I understand."

"We all do," Zoisite commented.

Kunzite wanted to help Minako himself. She was his, and he wanted to be the one to protect her, but he forced himself to think objectively. "So what do I do? She paces for hours at a time, worrying about how to stop Beryl. I think if she met her in a dark alley, she would go up against the woman herself. I'm worried."

Mamoru was officially out of ideas, and that bothered him. He had been right, and Kunzite opened up to them all, but now he didn't know what to do or say now that he knew the truth. He slumped his shoulders a bit and said, "I don't know how to fix it, sorry." He realized he could identify problems as the King, but that didn't give him a way to fix them.

Motoki was glad that even as a human, he could be helpful. He didn't have a werewolf's protective mate's instincts clouding his judgment. As much as he wanted to protect Reika, it didn't hurt him on a fundamental level to admit he needed help. It meant he could add a different perspective to the situation. Still, he wanted to approach it in a way that Kunzite could accept. "Redefine how you classify protecting her. Let your pack mates help because they are supernaturally an extension of you. What you specifically have to offer Minako is yourself and those you're closest with. You have aligned yourself with a King. You can give her that."

Kunzite focused all of his senses on Makoto and narrowed his eyes in concentration. It wasn't the first time he realized that Motoki was incredibly perceptive. "Interesting. I can see now why I missed it, but once I pay closer attention ..." He looked at Zoisite. "Is what I'm thinking even possible? It feels clear now, but I can't be right, can I?"

Zoisite cocked his head and looked at Motoki intently. "Normally, statistically, I would say it couldn't happen, but I have stopped thinking that after meeting Rei."

"Cuz she's awesome!" Jadeite said, unable to help himself.

"But impossible doesn't register anymore with me," Zoisite added. "There has been a series of impossible occurrences after that discovery."

Nephrite had caught on to what was happening and added, "It would be odd if he weren't unique like the rest of us, really. By now, that has become normal."

Motoki looked wide-eyed at the guys, "Am I a witch too!?"

"No," Kunzite said quickly. "A human with empath tendencies."

"I haven't heard of that," Mamoru said, knitting his brow. He had done a lot of study by now into the supernatural.

"Neither have we, but I can sense that much coming from him," Kunzite replied. "We met a Vampire with empath abilities before. We know more about what to look for."

"Maybe he could train me!" Motoki said excitedly.

Jadeite laughed and shook his head. "Not possible. He's dead."

Kunzite added, "It's an intrusive skill, and when used wrong, an offensive one."

"He tried to use it to blackmail us into murdering someone," Zoisite said stiffly. "I killed him."

Motoki swallowed hard, "So I have an ability that could make people want to murder me?"

"Not until you're a vampire," Jadeite answered, flippantly. "You're not powerful enough as a human."

Kunzite rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't worry about that anyway. One, you wouldn't try to manipulate someone into murdering a nine-year-old girl. Two, you need to take your own advice. You have us —you're not alone."

Mamoru focused on Motoki and solemnly said, "The answer is yes."

"You'll turn me?!" Motoki asked excitedly. He then narrowed his eyes and asked, "How did you know I was about to ask?"

"We have been friends for a long time," Mamoru replied. "Even someone as emotionally inept as I am can catch on to the fact that your first priority has always been to help others. Your empathic ability would do just that. I know you want to use it to help us in the current fight."

"I want to tell Reika first before I do this," Motoki replied.

Jadeite smirked and said, "Oh, she'll know." He wiggled his eyebrows and added, "We'll give her a bunch of Vampire blood too. Turing is… erotic. Trust me. She's going to need to be part of this process."

Motoki blushed and looked at his hands, "I shouldn't. What if I get carried away? I won't know how to use my powers properly."

"I had the same worry," Jadeite replied. "The truth was that I couldn't let myself hurt Rei, so I didn't. Trust yourself and your love for her."

"She was okay?" Motoki asked, still concerned.

Jadeite smirked, "She was screaming but not in pain. Trust me. She was amazing."

Motoki's blush traveled all the way down his neck. "I meant…."

"I know what you meant," Jadeite replied. "But believe me when I say the supernatural being in you will work to ensure her pleasure. I worried over nothing, and you are, too."

That night, Motoki became a vampire while a supportive Reika held his hand through the whole transition. The only reason Usagi left before the entire process was over was because she watched Reika drink a lot of vampire blood, ensuring if something did go wrong, she would just transition early.

In a day or two, I will be posting Chapter 120B in Immortal Moon S. It will be about Motoki's transition with Reika there.