Yet To Come

Summary: When Zoisite finds out Tuxedo Mask's identity, instead of trying to negotiate he directly attacks Mamoru in his apartment with the intention of killing him and stealing his rainbow crystals, but an unexpected time warp throws both Zoisite and Mamoru 5 years into the future. How will Mamoru react to his own unexpected future? And who is that blonde sleeping in his bedroom?

Set in an AU future, you will notice the differences I have here. Enjoy this time travelling fic and a veery confused Mamoru.

Timelines: First season 1995

Mamoru goes 5 years into the future, which is 2000.

Prologue

A detransformed Mamoru weakly walked inside his room apartment, his hand still clutching onto his injured shoulder. He wanted to curse at the fact that he so easily fell for the trap. It was so blatant, with the way Sailor Moon was trapped by that crane. Hell, her outfit's colours were all wrong too but at the time his need to save her outweighed that and he fell for it. And because of his injuries, the real Sailor Moon almost died too.

This failure hit him too hard. He couldn't believe it. How he would ever look at her face again he didn't know. He fell back on his couch in the living room and closed his eyes, concentrating on his strange, but quite handy healing powers so he could stop the agonising pain and gain back his composure. Having only discovered this perk after he realised he was Tuxedo Mask, he found it to be a life saver, not to mention mind blowing. Having the literal healing touch was after all every medical professionals dream.

He had healed the injury half way when his alarm bells started to go off. At this immediately his eyes went wide. Something had caused the hair in the back of his neck to go up. Reluctantly he took his hand away from his shoulder and got up, keeping a defensive stance just in case.

"Who is it?" he called out in a deep, though reluctant voice. Who had broken into his apartment?

"Sharp Tuxedo Mask, but obviously not sharp enough, can't believe you didn't notice you were being followed…" Zoisite's voice echoed and he turned around to see the blond general floating inside his living room.

He cursed for letting his guard down and glared at him. He knew his identity now and where he lived. This was not going to end well.

"What the hell do you want?" he growled out, determined not to let his weakness show, because he knew that would only amuse the Dark General.

"Your half of the crystals," he stated it casually as if he was talking about the weather.

"I am not giving it to you," Mamoru snarled out.

There was no way he was giving up the only thing which would bring him to the Princess. Especially to Zoisite after all that has happened today.

"I am not asking anymore, I can just kill you and scour this apartment, because my senses tell me it is here," he said it with a smirk in place. At this he froze up and summoned a rose with the hand that was behind his back.

When Zoisite summoned a fireball, he immediately threw the rose which pierced at his hand. The fireball disappeared and Zoisite hissed while glaring daggers at her.

"You insolent weakling, you will regret that, I was gonna make this painless but I will savour your pain and prolong it as long as I can," he vowed.

In a second his civilian clothes vanished away and left the tuxedo get-up in place. He took a defensive stance, while trying to work out how to distract him out of the apartment to avoid civilians being injured when suddenly the whole apartment started to shake.

"What the-" Zoisite muttered, appearing genuinely shocked.

By his expression Mamoru realised that Zoisite wasn't causing this shaking.

"Earthquake?" Mamoru trailed utterly confused by this take of events. Any thought of it being a natural occurrence like earthquake vanished when suddenly a green orb formed in front of him and it started to expand. He defensively put his arms in front of him as the light headed for him and waited for the effect the pain.

He stood still for a minute, waiting for the aftermath. But nothing happened. He felt nothing. Confused but cautious, he put his hands down and blinked. The light was gone and the apartment wasn't shaking anymore. In fact even Zoisite was missing.

"What the hell just happened?" he would had scratched his head but his body was too tired to deal with any of these complications. The prospect of his bed was calling to him too much. In his haze of pain, he simply threw caution to the wind and headed towards his bedroom, fully intending to sleep. So determined he was to rest, that he didn't even notice the plethora of new editions in his usually bare living room, including abundance of photo frames.

With single minded determination he walked inside his room, the door being surprisingly already open. He was ready to just collapse on his bed when he noticed something, no someone in it.

There was a lump in his bed, a human shaped lump, buried underneath his blanket (which had changed in colour since he woke up in it this morning, he didn't even have red covers so where did that come from?).

The only thing visible from the lump in his bed was the never-ending golden streams of hair which were spilling out of the blanket.

Mamoru froze.