If you're reading Immortal Moon S, but you're not signed up to get the updates, I posted Ch 87b. It's about Minako and Kunzite, and it doesn't forward the plot. However, it addresses her healing after she had been so drained before, in so much as they are both celebrating her restored health.
This chapter starts slightly later in the same night as chapters 86 and 87.
Shingo stood on the ledge atop the arcade and watched as people rushed around below. He wasn't very high up, but since people never looked up, he went unnoticed.
He reached his hand over the edge and thought about how, if he were human, that would have made him queasy to his stomach.
Not now. Now he was living as a ninety-three-year-old man in an undead thirty-two-year-old's body. His status as a vampire meant that if he fell, he wouldn't even get injured.
He stepped back from the ledge and walked toward the fire escape. He could have just jumped down, but if anyone saw him, it would raise suspicions, and standing out was the last thing you wanted to do as a mildly powerful vampire.
When he got down to the alley, he thought about how he was a descendant of the same line as Usagi. That had been a head trip to discover he was related to the most prominent vampire that existed. At least the most prominent among the supernatural. Humans all pointed to the fame of Dracula, the "first vampire," something that had slipped into all of their vernacular. To them, it meant the first vampire to be known to humans.
In his mind, and in the minds of many other vampires, Dracula had screwed up by getting the attention of humans. That was until he heard Usagi speak about Lucy. It was then he realized that Dracula probably didn't mind his infamy when it came along with finding the woman he adored.
He turned the corner and came face to face with a man reeking of booze. He paused, and then because he had vampire vision, he noticed the man's tattoo on his neck —he was a Terra.
His grandson Hatori had told him about the war that had been brewing between the Terra's and the Dark Kingdom back before Diamond blew up the police station.
Shingo let the man pass and then blended into the shadows and followed him. With everything he had been told, he knew the man was in the wrong part of town. Terras usually ended up dead when they ventured into this section of Tokyo.
He followed the man for just over half of a mile, deep into Dark Kingdom territory, and tensed when he saw a man with a Dark Kingdom tattoo on his arm. He was unsure of how to react to any signs of a fight when the men smiled at each other and began walking north.
Mind racing on what two opposing Yakuza members could be doing together, he worked through the possibilities. As he thought hard, he was still coming up blank. He couldn't decipher what could unite them. Primarily since a war had just been fought on the streets, leaving the morgue filling up with bodies. The two men walking together should each have friends that were killed by the other man's group.
They turned down a back alley, and he followed carefully. Halfway down the alley, which smelled of decaying animals, they stopped at a door and quickly entered it.
Shingo made note of the place and then searched the alley for any clues as to what happened behind the closed door. Looking around, he noticed that the ground was covered in dead rats.
He groaned at his self-appointed task. The disgusting one he knew he would regret not completing if he walked away.
He grabbed up one of the dead rodents, grateful that he was a vampire and couldn't catch anything from it, and headed home. Whatever those two men were doing wouldn't be detectable from the alley. But he figured it couldn't be a coincidence that the excessive amount of dead rats were there. He didn't believe in any coincidences after all the years he had lived.
He decided to deliver it to Yamato in an airtight container. Surely he could perform an autopsy on a rodent. He hoped he was right.
Laying in bed, Mamoru held Usagi in his arms and kissed her temple. "You're smirking."
"I am. Mostly because Rei was smirking over the look Motoki was giving Reika."
"I'm not following," he admitted.
Usagi's eyes danced when she said, "A while ago, she hinted at Motoki, and others, having a True Love. I think that her look meant that he met her tonight."
"The now, again, empty vessel? Doesn't that mean she's still at risk for possession?" Mamoru objected heavily to having her around. Not that he had any issue with her other than the fact that she could be an accidental threat to those he cared about.
Shaking her head, she said, "Rei made sure everyone missed the spell she did before Reika left. I can't imagine Yuki would have handled more being done her well for any reason. I know enough about magic by now to decipher what it was. It means that Reika's no longer in danger of possession."
That reminded Mamoru about what he had heard about Miran. "Your Mother," he said softly. "She spoke with Yuki."
"I won't pretend not to understand you. You're worried about me and how I feel about the fact that she was reborn with her memories and never came to me."
"I am."
She shrugged slightly and whispered, "I'm almost afraid to explain it to you. You just got the memories back of your parents, and I know how precious that is to you."
Mamoru shifted her to her back and kissed her forehead. "And you have been everything I've needed when I didn't have them, and now when I do. You listen to my stories-"
"I love hearing them!" She interjected.
"I know. That's my point. But please don't think that I feel as if your own experience with your mother could undermine how I feel about what I'm going through."
Usagi caressed his cheek and then said, "Death was so much of a more normal occurrence when I was alive. I was never raised with the modern sensibility that death was a betrayal of life. In a way, death was very much a part of life at that time."
She frowned a bit and added, "I didn't have a name until I was fourteen days old. I was born sickly, and it was customary not to name your child until you believed they would survive. You have to remember back then that the average lifespan was thirty years old. Infant mortality rates played a huge role in that, along with women dying of childbirth, people getting common diseases, and all sorts of things that cause people to die really young. My mother never knew her mother because she died three days after giving birth to her. When my mother died, I didn't know she had been murdered. At the time, I felt heartbroken and yet lucky. I thought my mother had lived a really long time. She was in her thirties."
Mamoru nodded, "I didn't even consider… that seems so young."
"To modern people, yes. But I wasn't born in a time like this at all. I was born and lived through centuries where people died of things that a modern doctor can fix with a pill or can be avoided with refrigeration. My mother lived longer than any mother I knew of growing up.
"We had different things than health or long life that we held high and equaled the current fixation on living as long as possible. The main one was honor. People picked a code and lived by it, and oftentimes died by it. I discovered that my mother died because of honor. Nothing in her life was more important to her than protecting my brother and I."
Knowing where she was going with her point, he said, "And she lived her second life with the same honor. She didn't search you out, but you didn't need her to. Your mother was still the same woman of honor she'd been before."
"Precisely. The world has changed, but I haven't. I grew up believing that I would marry a foreign Prince, move away, and never see my family again. Now that's unheard of, but it was normal then."
"You would have liked to see her."
"Of course, I would have," Usagi said. "I just believe she had a reason why she stayed away. I still trust her to protect me after all these centuries." She smiled and traced his brow with her fingertips. "And I'm right to believe that. She worked to ensure that I would find you. She once promised me the love of a perfect man. It just took her two lifetimes to make that come true. She honored her promise."