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Chapter Eleven



40 minutes ago, he had re-emerged from that self-same building, a grim smile 
playing about his mouth. He’d thrust his Rainbow Crystal and another object into 
his subspace pocket, before anyone saw them. All he had NEEDED right then, was 
for Zoisite to appear and demand a battle!
"I am going to WRING her pretty little neck, when I get my hands on her!" Tuxedo 
Kamen swore grimly, as he ran swiftly through the crowded streets of Juuban. He, 
of course, referred to the love of his life, Sailor Moon. Already, since leaving 
the Business District, he’d been accosted by DROVES of screaming fans! He’d 
barely escaped with his life-and ONE little over-enthusiastic teen had actually 
wrenched his beloved cloak from his shoulders. Tuxedo Kamen had swiftly halted 
his panicked flight, spun back and deftly twitched the cloak from her hands. 
She’d let go willingly-probably having everything to do with the death-glare 
Kamen had leveled at her.
He’d held it protectively for half a block, then quickly swung it back around 
his shoulders and fastened it securely. ["What’s a super hero without his 
cloak?"] he asked himself, eyes narrowed. ["Just a guy in a tuxedo! THAT’S 
what!"] Tuxedo Kamen's eyes darkened in annoyance as he continued to search for 
a particular blonde-with amazingly long legs and a mischievous nature. "I should 
spank her at the least," he muttered under his breath. Visions of Sailor Moon 
over his lap, short skirt riding up her long slender legs, made Kamen’s vision 
fog over. He had to mentally slap himself back to reality. He looked around the 
streets, eyes filled with horror. ["I AM hentai!"]
["But wait-"] he thought, continuing along that line. ["It’s only HER that I 
have these thoughts for. And the way she kissed me back there-I KNOW that she 
has something for me. Er-Tuxedo Kamen"] The hero’s mouth twisted derisively as 
he reached the gates of Juuban Park and leant against the tall wall in 
exhaustion. "Oh Tuxedo Kamen is SOOOO dreamy," he said sarcastically, mimicking 
Usagi’s voice. "Why can’t she have a thing for ME?" he asked the world at large, 
eyes rolling with exasperation. A woman stopped to stare at him and Tuxedo Kamen 
immediately took advantage of her hesitancy. "It’s the cloak-right?"
"Ex-excuse me?" the woman almost squeaked, halting half-way down the sidewalk 
from him. Her eyes were wide and wary as she looked him over. It took another 
few seconds for her to obviously realize who he WAS. Her eyes seemed-rather 
vacant to say the least.
Tuxedo Kamen groaned inwardly as he practically saw the light-bulb flash to life 
in her mind. "Here it comes," he muttered under his breath, unconsciously 
spreading his legs wider and taking a deep breath of fortification.
"You’re Tuxedo Kamen!" she shrieked at him, grinning. Straight away, there was a 
mad scrambling into the purse over her shoulder. "Wait a second!"
Tuxedo Kamen had truly had a TERRIBLE two weeks. Filled with fat women, security 
guards, pot plants, Usagi bashing-of course the kissing helped to smooth out 
whatever damage his love had done to him-but he had just come from a business 
building, where he had been forced to chase Sailor Moon down a crowded hall and 
crushed to an elevator wall. NOT to mention him going BACK there to straighten 
out the mess she had caused to their reputation! With all of this-and now this 
woman looking for something in his bag, he was REALLY tempted just to leave her 
standing there! But he couldn’t. He was Tuxedo Kamen! And no matter how he 
really wanted to-he could never jump into a bush and hide when fans cornered 
him.
"Got it!" the woman cried out, hurrying towards Tuxedo Kamen and holding out a 
piece of paper and a pen. ‘Can you-?"
"Sure I can," Tuxedo Kamen said bravely, taking the objects. He quickly 
scribbled something down and then turned to leave. But then, he remembered his 
earlier question to her. "It’s the cloak-right?" he asked her dryly. "You can 
tell me honestly."
"What was that, Tuxedo Kamen?" The woman looked up, momentarily revealing 
intelligent eyes. In seconds though, the expression had reasserted its vapid one 
from earlier.
His eyes narrowed at her assessingly as he answered. "The cloak. That’s what 
makes all the girls go nuts over me. Like Batman-right?" He rolled his eyes, 
exasperated.
She stared at him for a moment, then burst into rich laughter. Again the vapid 
expression disappeared, to reveal an intelligent woman. She shook her head, 
grinned and then stepped up to him and thrust out her hand western-style. "I’m 
NOT supposed to do this at all, Tuxedo Kamen, but you’re truly an interesting 
man," the woman said, waiting.
Tuxedo Kamen took her hand and shook it, bemused. Her entire demeanor had 
changed in seconds, from vapid-girl to business-woman. "Who are you?" he asked 
suspiciously.
"I’m Kolata Nerina," the woman introduced herself, still smiling, but this time 
it was malicious. She glanced around, eyes filling with mirth. "I work for 
Juuban’s most prestigious tabloid-"
"SECOND MOST PRESTIGIOUS!" someone bellowed from an unknown location.
The woman frowned, looking behind her again and then across the street with 
raised brows. "Get your OWN scoop, Asaka!" she bellowed back, sweetly.
"This IS mine!" he almost screamed at her. "You’ve ruined everything!"
"Umm-" Tuxedo Kamen began to sweat nervously as the woman looked back at him.
"You and Sailor Moon are the hottest couple around and I’ve been following you 
around for months," she admitted frankly. "Its been a real pleasure to stalk 
you"
"You’ve WHAT?!" Tuxedo Kamen bellowed at her, in rage. Unconsciously, he loomed 
over her slighter form, eyes glinting with menace.
She was, of course, immensely impressed with the protective heroic visage. Miss 
Kolata’s smile faded slightly. "You’re a nice guy and Asaka is from the second 
most prestigious tabloid around-"
"FIRST!" Asaka shouted, this time from across the street. He stepped away from 
the shadows of a great oak and waved his fist menacingly across the street at 
Kolata and Tuxedo Kamen. "You’ll be hearing from my boss about this, Kolata! 
You’ve just RUINED months of work you silly broad!"
"Oh, go jump off a bridge, you old geezer!" she yelled back, eyes flashing. 
"Broad huh?" Kolata muttered under her breath furiously. She turned to smile up 
at Tuxedo Kamen again. "He’s RIGHT though-I’ve ruined months of work by telling 
you all of this. Our bosses will probably pull us off the story." She sighed 
deeply.
"But WHY did you tell me?" Tuxedo Kamen deflated, anger all gone. Since when did 
the press do anything that was selfless?! He was frankly-STUNNED!
"I like you, tall, dark and mysterious." She told him, sideling up. She batted 
her lashes flirtatiously and smiled. "How about you take me out on a date and 
give me a scoop?"
Tuxedo Kamen’s mouth fell open. Then he smiled mockingly. "And why would I want 
to go out with a woman who’s been STALKING me for two months?" he asked her 
politely, through gritted teeth.
She sighed deeply, stepping back. "I THOUGHT so!" she said out loud. Kolata 
pretended to hand something to him and leant close to his ear. "Stick with the 
beautiful heroine, Tuxedo. You two really have something together. I can see how 
you’d throw me over for her-NOT that I’m pleased, mind you," she whispered 
swiftly, then stepped back. "Oh well." Kolata shook her head, then began to walk 
away. "All the handsome one’s are taken."
Tuxedo Kamen stood there, stunned again. Even a reporter had seen the magic that 
he and Sailor Moon-Usagi-had between them? ["This is the only good news I’ve had 
all week!"] he thought, strangely angry and thankful. But still, the woman had 
followed them around!
"Oh and by the way!" Kolata turned as she reached a car, a few down. "It’s not 
just the cloak, Tuxedo Kamen." She smiled seductively at him. "A girl would have 
to be blind to not see those beautiful eyes of yours!" She winked, then opened 
her door and hoped inside. The engine started, and a moment later, she pulled 
out into the street.
Abruptly, Asaka bolted from his hiding spot and threw himself into Kolata’s car 
as she passed him on the street. "YOU IDIOT!" he shouted at her.
"Shut up," she told him pointedly, throwing Tuxedo Kamen a sly look from her 
window as she passed him.
Tuxedo Kamen watched until the car had disappeared, then sighed deeply. "My 
eyes?" He nodded, a smile beginning to spread across his lips. "My eyes," he 
breathed. "Usagi looked into them often enough-I wonder…" he mused, heading into 
the entrance of the park. It wasn’t the Juuban one where they always fought-but 
then again, he’d looked everywhere else. He might get lucky! He had a blonde 
heroine to find! He looked up at the park sign as he passed under it, shaking 
his head. "Usagi, Usagi. How could you be so reckless as to FLEE from ME to a 
park full of screaming KIDS?"
So-instead of getting mobbed again, he dashed into the nearest clump of trees 
and de-transformed into Mamoru. Then, he began to wonder around, looking left 
and right. Just as he thought he was wasting his time-he finally spotted her. 
Mamoru’s lips curved into an evil smile. "Got you NOW, Odango" he shook his 
head. The blonde was sitting down by a pond, staring into space. ["IS she 
thinking about me? How do I want to do this?"] his shoulders straightened. It 
was about time Usagi knew EXACTLY how he felt about her-but first, she was going 
to get an ear-full for the hell she’d put him through!



Usagi kicked her legs absently, half-seeing the water and half seeing Mamoru’s 
deep blue eyes. Wandering about the park had brought her a strange clarity. She 
really DID love Mamoru! ["But what can I DO about that? What if he doesn’t feel 
the same way? And what about the fighting?"] she sighed, leaning back into the 
bench. Maybe she should just come right out and tell him how she felt?
Then, suddenly, there was movement to the side. Someone had dared to creep up on 
her! Sailor Moon! "Argggggggh!" she shrieked, as the tall shadow fell over her. 
She stared at it hard, immediately identifying it as Mamoru’s. ["Ugh! Even his 
SHADOW? I know even THAT?"] She sank back further into her bench as he came 
around to stand in front of her, blocking out the warmth of the sun. ["Now what? 
Is he going to mention-"]
"I am NOT," Mamoru began with gritted teeth. "Going to EVER mention that 
incident with the Business district EVER again. Do you hear me, Moon?" he said 
almost conversationally.
She peeked up at him nervously, seeing the anger in his deep blue eyes. But 
there was also something else there. Amazement. "What happened?" she demanded, 
straightening.
Mamoru smiled knowingly at her. Then he swiftly turned and slid into the space 
on the bench beside her, so close to Usagi that she could feel the warmth from 
his body. "Ugh!" she yelled at him, quickly sliding away a foot. "That was NOT 
an invitation to sit with me, Chiba!" she told him furiously, nose scrunched up. 
Okay, so he’d kissed her. He’d held her close. He’d EVEN indulged in her fantasy 
of Tuxedo Kamen when he visited her in her room that time-but he was STILL Chiba 
Mamoru! And she HATED Chiba Mamoru! Right?! Usagi sat there, furiously nibbling 
on her bottom lip and trying to ignore him completely.
"All right, Usagi. Since you asked so nicely. I WILL mention the incident-just 
once! But that’s it!" he told her seriously.
"Soooooo?" she cried out, when he was silent for a moment.
"This." Mamoru gestured briefly. There was a flash of beautiful red light and 
something slid out from under his sleeve, down his smooth hand and into the 
light of the sun.
Usagi gaped at the sight of Tuxedo Kamen’s Rainbow Crystal. "That’s-!" She 
pointed at it, mouth wide. ["What does this have to do with the building?!"]
"A Rainbow Crystal," Mamoru said slowly, twirling the Crystal smoothly from hand 
to hand like a magician. "It’s beautiful isn’t it? It helped me find out that I 
was Tuxedo Kamen, or I would have continued to go mad, wondering why I was 
blacking out all the time." He turned his eyes to pin her with then to the 
bench. "Little did I know, that it was YOU transforming into Sailor Moon that 
triggers Tuxedo Kamen."
"Really?" Usagi said, intently interested. She sat up, moving closer to him in 
order to get a better look at the lovely Crystal.
But Mamoru shook his head. With a small gesture, he flicked the Crystal back 
into his jacket pocket, then smiled at her. "I don’t think it’s a good idea for 
the Rainbow Crystal to be out in public, do YOU Odango?"
"Argggggh! Don’t call me that, you jerk! I mean, don’t you think we’ve sort of 
gotten PAST that point by now?!" Usagi yelled at him, eyes flashing wrath. ["I 
love this guy? Am I nuts?!"]
Mamoru titled his face to the side proudly, thinking hard. "Maybe you’re right. 
But you’ll always be the clumsy ditz Odango to me," he told her, face perfectly 
calm.
Usagi flushed brightly, fists clenching. "You CREEP!" she whispered urgently. 
"I’m trying to be NICE here!"
"And I was merely stating a fact," Mamoru said, still calm. He watched her, with 
amusement clear in his dark eyes.
He seemed so sincere that Usagi had to look away. ["This is NOT good!" ] she 
thought to herself worriedly. She was actually-touched by his pet-name for her 
now and had been all day! How had THAT happened?! She quickly looked back at 
him, realizing that she had been silent for too long. "And YOU will always be 
that annoying creep," she announced haughtily.
"I can live with that," he told her laughingly. Mamoru let the smile slid from 
his face, eyes becoming reprimanding. "Anyway, Odango-"
"Arrgggggh!" Usagi growled quietly, letting him know that she hadn’t ACCEPTED 
his insulting her yet.
"Anyway," he went on again, hiding the grin. "I went back to that office 
building, when I couldn’t find you and I used the Crystal-to erase everyone’s 
memories."
"You did WHAT?" Usagi screeched. It was so loud that all the birds around then 
cried with fright and frantically flew away.
Mamoru winced and covered his ears with his large hands to block out any 
possible future screeching. "It was for a good cause! What would have happened 
if the papers had gotten a-hold of pictures and eye-witness accounts of me 
crushing you into the back of a lift?!" He told her with exasperation. His eyes 
flickered to the left, hiding the expression. ["Just keep it calm, Chiba"] He 
told himself frantically. ["Usagi never has to know that the crushing scene was 
a highlight of my life! And boy, that kiss after…"]
"Mamoru! HOW could you have-" Usagi began furiously, then she hesitated, 
flushing. "PICTURES?!"
"Yep." He nodded at her calmly, reaching into his jacket once more. He pulled 
out a small roll of film to show her. "Turns out that there was a photographer 
from the local paper there, shooting pictures for a scoop about the business we 
er- interrupted."
"Oh Gods!" Usagi shouted, hands flying to her cheeks.
"I know." Mamoru nodded again, relieved. He eyed her as she emitted a slight 
squeal of disappointment-not…exactly what he had thought to hear from her. She 
was GLAD that he rescued them-right?
"We could have been in the PAPERS? With full-color pictures and you took it 
away!?" she shouted at him incredulously. She slumped back, ignoring the gaping 
Mamoru. "There goes my one chance at stardom!" she wailed quietly.
"Ugh," Mamoru managed, staring at her hard. "You-ditz!"
"Hey!" she snapped, glaring. "It’s a life-long dream, buddy!"
"Well okay," Mamoru replied smugly, teasingly offering her the film. "If you 
want pictures of US, Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen, plastered all over the 
papers-be my guest."
She eagerly reached for the film, but he held it back just out of reach. "In 
color," he added.
"Yes?" she said, gritting her teeth.
"Where the rest of the Senshi can see us," he went on, sounding more smug by the 
minute.
"So?" she yelled, making a grab for the film.
"And US-in the elevator," he finished.
She paused, eyes swinging upwards to look at him. "Huh?"
"Actually, it’s quite a good shot," he added seriously. "I took a look at the 
negative. The guy managed to catch me, flying into the elevator and your 
horrified face. In the next shot, you’re UNDER me. Quite a good shot actually." 
Mamoru tried to keep from laughing as his love’s face went bright red.
"Argggh! Destroy them!" she told him, resolutely snatching her hands back and 
glaring at nothing. ["That absolute…jerk!"] she muttered mentally, incensed. ["I 
should have KNOWN it would be something like that!"]
"They ARE already actually," he said smoothly, fingers curling around the roll 
of film. "When I exposed the negatives to the light."
"Really?" She looked up at him, feeling some-what relieved. No one but he and 
she would even remember that incident. And there was NO evidence-but their 
memories. Luckily, it was a scene she was never likely to forget. She remembered 
in detail, every second of that wonderful kiss.
"You’re blushing, Odango Atama," Mamoru said with amusement. He saw the guilty 
look in her eyes before she hid them under her long golden lashes. Mamoru 
laughed quietly. ["She’s thinking about that kiss, too,"] he thought with 
satisfaction. All in all, this day wasn’t turning out too badly. But perhaps 
he’d been a LITTLE hasty in making such a scene by throwing the little Odango 
over his shoulder in front of the entire arcade. How on earth were they to 
convince everyone that they were still enemies after that?
"You’re going to get yucky wrinkles of you keep frowning like that, Mamoru," 
Usagi said from beside him. She blinked up at him, smiling slightly. Actually, 
he looked really cute when he scrunched up his forehead like that. She glared. 
But she did NOT like him! ["I don’t! Really!"] She hesitated. ["But he’s Tuxedo 
Kamen too! Ugh! Who would have thought?"]
"And YOU are nibbling on your lower lip again," Mamoru told her calmly, looking 
at the cute little scene that the blonde made. She was sitting there, hands 
folded in her lap, biting on her lip and with an adorably annoyed look in her 
eyes. ["She has NO idea, just how much I love her,"] he told himself silently. 
["But maybe, it’s time to tell her."] Mamoru shook his head, for the first time, 
feeling unsure. Of her and him. ["What…what if she doesn’t WANT me or my love? 
She’s got a crush on my alter-ego, Tuxedo Kamen. NOT Mamoru."]
"So?!" Usagi said, outraged. She immediately stopped nibbling on the lip at the 
look in his blue eyes. Almost like she was a tasty morsel. The last cupcake in a 
bakery. The last mouthful of alcohol at a party. The last girl on earth!
Mamoru’s eyes darkened with hunger. "So, the only person who should be nibbling 
on your lip…is ME!" he said seductively.
"Arrgggh! Stay there! Don’t move! And NO nibbling on my lip!" Usagi shrieked at 
him, backing hastily away on the bench. She made sure that there was at least 
two feet between them before stopping. Her face was flushed the color of a 
tomato, eyes wide with longing and fright. ["If he nibbles on my lip-I’ll kiss 
him senseless! I swear! Aren’t we supposed to be fighting or something?"]
Meanwhile, Mamoru had looked away from his angel, trying to calm himself. It was 
SO hard when she nibbled on her lip or licked her lips…or came near him…or- 
["This is stupid! Why can’t she just give in and admit she loves me? I KNOW that 
she does. This day proved it. And the fact that I get murderously jealous"] he 
groaned mentally.
"Yoo hoo!" Usagi waved a hand under his nose to get his attention. She was 
startled when Mamoru’s eyes swung up smoothly to capture hers in a burning look. 
Whatever thoughts he was having, they were deep and intense and he-looked 
uncertain. Her heart thumped crazily in her chest. Suddenly, their small bench 
seemed TOO small.
"Usagi. I wanted to tell you-" Mamoru began. He paused as he saw the abruptly 
nervous look in her eyes. Maybe a change of tactics was what he needed. He 
didn’t want Usagi to run again. He thought that Juuban had seen quite enough of 
their super-hero’s for the day! "We need to talk."
"Okay," she agreed, watching his every move.
Mamoru sat back into the bench, realizing. He folded his arms, linked his 
fingers over his chest and looked supremely relaxed under the sun. But inside-he 
was a seething wreck of emotions and uncertainty. He knew that he was in love 
with this girl, but she-just had a crush on his alter-ego. How to change 
that…But he still had hope. She responded to his kisses, even when she KNEW he 
was Chiba Mamoru under that mask. It was for those reasons alone that he chose 
to stay and confront his feelings. Usagi was about to get the shock of her life!
"Well?" she said tentatively, biting her lip. ["IS he going to say he hates 
me?"]
"You know," he said conversationally. "We've had a very violent courtship."
"That's YOUR fault-WHAT?!" Usagi broke off her angry words, staring at him and 
flushing bright red. "What did you say, Mamoru?"
He nodded knowingly. "You heard me. Courtship."
"What? But-but-" she stammered, staring into the water in bewilderment. She knew 
what courtship meant, but why was Mamoru CALLING their...relationship THAT? 
["DOES he love me!"] she’d never thought of their games as courtship before-but 
he’d obviously made some decision regarding them both.
"What would YOU call it, Usagi?" he drawled patiently.
She flushed. "Not THAT!"
"And why not?" he asked softly. "I've kissed you, you've kissed me and...the 
world seemed to disappear. Don't deny it."
"No," she replied with equal softness of tone. He was right. The world HAD 
disappeared when they kissed. Even when they were fighting. There had always 
been...something to their relationship. "But we fight all the time."
"Haven't you wondered WHY?" Mamoru asked, smiling.
"We didn't LIKE each other?" Usagi replied hopefully. ["If HE’S not saying he 
loves me-Then I’M not! He goes first!"]
Mamoru shook his head. "Sorry, no. Took ME a while to figure it out." He frowned 
darkly. "AND a love arrow. But I got there."
"Love arrow?" Usagi asked suspiciously.
"Yeah. Remember that Youma two weeks ago? The one that looked like a Cupid? The 
week before I er-broke into your bedroom and saw your nightie..."
"Mamoru!" she hissed, flushing with embarrassment.
"AND undies," he teased. "It was an experience I'll NEVER forget."
"I SWEAR! If you tell a SOUL, I'll kill you!" she shouted.
Mamoru bit his tongue. He'd already TOLD Motoki! "Umm, sure, Odango Atama."
"Don't call me that, you jerk!" she shouted angrily.
"Don't call me jerk, then," he countered.
"But you ARE!" she protested.
"And so are YOU!" He grinned at her chagrined look. "You're really beautiful 
when you're outraged, Usagi."
"Why you-" she began, then stopped. She stared at him. "Huh?"
"Beautiful," he murmured, repeating himself. He moved closer to her.
"You-don't mean that," she whispered.
"Oh, but I DO," he whispered back. "I've known since I kissed you that first 
time."
"Known what?"
"That I am totally, head over heels, in love with you."
There was a long silence, broken only by the sound of moving water from the 
pond.
"Really?" she whispered, eyes wide in the moonlight.
He moved closer, leaning his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. 
"Really," he replied.
There was another silence, then Usagi jerked away from him. He reeled back in 
surprise, only to have a warm body hurl at him. Usagi grasped him around the 
neck, pulling him close.
"I love you, too, Mamoru!" Then she kissed him, hard. Everything seemed to 
explode. A silver light filled their minds.
Mamoru was shocked to see a vision of his Princess. ["What am I doing here?"]
["Well done, my Prince,"] the Princess said musically.
["But-I haven't found the Crystal!"] he protested, wondering why he felt such 
joy radiating from her.
["I know,"] she replied, walking towards the light of the moon.
He held his breath, realizing he was going to see her for the very first time. 
His Princess. But as she walked closer, he felt a terrible wrenching in his 
heart. Usagi. He was still kissing her…wasn't he? And he loved her… What could 
he do?
["Mamoru?"] Usagi's voice came from next to him. He looked sharply and saw here 
there, bewilderment on her face. ["Where are we?"]
["In my mind,"] he replied, reaching out for her hand.
Her eyes were on the figure, who had halted just beyond the light. ["And who is 
SHE?"] The tone was slightly accusing.
Mamoru sighed. ["It's the Princess."]
["The Moon Princess?"] Usagi gasped, staring.
["I am Princess Serenity, of the Moon Kingdom,"] the ghostly figure said softly.
["What did you call me before?"] Mamoru bit out, remembering her earlier word. 
His eyes were wild. It couldn't be.
["I called you my Prince. And so you are. Prince Endymion of Earth,"] the 
Princess replied, shocking Mamoru and Usagi into silence. ["You and I were 
engaged to be married one day. Before Beryl came and destroyed our Kingdoms."]
["No!"] Usagi shouted. ["You can't have him!"]
The Princess laughed softly. ["And do you love him like I loved him, Usagi? With 
all your heart and soul? Would you died for him?"]
There was no hesitation. ["Yes. I would."]
["And you, Mamoru?"]
["In a heartbeat,"] he said, pulling his love closer.
["Then, I am so proud of you both. You have achieved the impossible."]
["What do you mean?"] Mamoru was confused.
The Princess finally stepped out into the moonlight, her features revealed. ["A 
love that has transcended time."]
Usagi found herself staring...at herself. But older and more beautiful. A 
crescent moon shone on the Princess' forehead. She was wearing a hauntingly 
familiar white dress and her golden hair brushed the ground.
["What?"] Usagi gasped.
["Usagi?"] Mamoru whispered, staring from one girl to the other. ["YOU are the 
Moon Princess?!"]
["I AM?!"] Usagi's voice was just as incredulous.
["And you are her Prince. Love of a thousand years,"] Princess Serenity replied, 
smiling. She walked towards Usagi, until their feet almost touched and their 
faces were close together. ["I am the spirit of the Princess. I am your 
past-self and it is time I joined you."]
Before either Usagi or Mamoru could move, the Princes…stepped into Usagi. There 
was a blurring motion, where the two became one. For a moment, the crescent moon 
shone golden on Usagi's head, then faded.
Mamoru looked searchingly at the remaining girl. ["Usagi?"]
Then the air blurred about them. Mamoru blinked, disoriented. He felt a breeze 
and pulled back from the warmth above him. "Usagi?" he repeated, doubtfully.
She blinked at him, feeling strange. It was as if she were the Princess AND 
Usagi. And she was beginning to remember things. "It's me, Mamo-Chan," she 
assured him.
"Mamo-Chan?" He smiled in amusement. "It seems to me that I've heard that name 
before."
Usagi blushed. "I uh-called you that. After I knocked you out," she muttered.
"Ah." he replied. Mamoru reached out and pulled her close. "Then I shall call 
you...Usako!" he announced haughtily.
She giggled. "As you wish, my Prince."
"Naturally, my Princess," he stated grandly. Something occurred to him. "You 
know-we have the Dark Kingdom to thank for getting us together."
"WHAT?" Usagi yelped.
"If I hadn't been shot with that love arrow, I never would have realized how I 
felt. Then, I wouldn't have transformed into Tuxedo Kamen and come to your house 
OR kissed you," he pointed out.
"Ugh." She made a face. "You're right! But I'm NOT thanking Beryl. I'm going to 
kick her butt! She destroyed my kingdom!"
"I'll help," Mamoru replied grimly.
They were silent for a few more minutes.
"Mamo-Chan. Where do we go from here?" she whispered, clinging close.
"I don't know, Usako," he whispered back, kissing her forehead. "But we'll do it 
together. And we'll have the Senshi too. Oh, and Motoki."
"Oh gods! The Senshi!" Usagi cried with horror. "Rei will never believe that I'M 
the Moon Princess!" she wailed.
Mamoru stared at her, then his lips curved into an amused smile. "I don't think 
that will be a problem."
"Huh?" Usagi asked, confused.
"Your forehead appears to glow with the crescent moon symbol of the Princess 
when you're upset, my love," he laughed.
Usagi and he exchanged a wicked grin. "I get to tell her first."
Mamoru got to his feet, reaching into his jacket. "NOT if I get there first!" he 
taunted.
Usagi got the drift and her eyes narrowed. "Oh, no you don't!" She reached for 
her broach. "Moon Prism Power Makeup!" Through her transformation, she heard his 
rich laugh. When the power had faded and she was posing, she looked around the 
empty park in bewilderment. Mamoru was gone!
"Come on Sailor Moon! Last one to the arcade buys the other a chocolate fudge 
sundae!" a voice called out.
Sailor Moon looked up to see Tuxedo Kamen racing swiftly away from her, already 
meters ahead. "Arrgghh! No fair!" she wailed, racing after him. "Mamo-Chan! 
That's MY Chocolate Fudge Sundae! You OWE me one!"
 
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