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Prologue

"Let today be the day you stop being haunted by the ghost of yesterday. Holding a grudge & harboring anger/resentment is poison to the soul. Get even with people...but not those who have hurt us, forget them, instead get even with those who have helped us."

― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

The group of girls that he knew better than any of them realized, gabbed on just behind him. He wasn't really listening in, they made it impossible not to hear their conversation. Talking well above a hushed whisper; the tenor their conversation deserved in his opinion. Even from his spot at the counter, a good foot away, he could hear them as if he was sitting in the booth with them. He would attribute that to his superpowers. The strange gifts he had and used almost every night now; an acute sense of hearing was one of them. But he was pretty sure he had turned it off. Hadn't he?

"She's definitely hiding something from us!"

"Minako! Would you stop being so paranoid?!"

There was a small pop, the sound of hands slapping against the tabletop. "I'm not being paranoid! I'm telling you, as the Goddess of Love, she's hiding something!"

Ami's small voice softly interjected, and it shocked him that she would include herself in this type of conversation topic. "Are you suggesting that Usagi is hiding a relationship from us?"

"Why would she do that?!"

Makoto sounded hurt, and defensive. As if the idea of their friend hiding something like a relationship from them was a personal attack. "I don't know, maybe she's embarrassed?"

"Or maybe, it's none of our business."

They grew silent after Rei's words, but he knew it wouldn't last. "Maybe she is embarrassed? What if it's Umino?"

They all made a sound of disgust, and he found himself feeling ashamed of all of them. "No, no way. And even if Usagi dated him, she wouldn't do it secretly. She's not the kind of girl who would date someone if she wasn't willing to show her feelings in public."

"Then why is she hiding it? Why is she keeping it from us and the world?"

They grew silent again, and he hoped that the conversation would end there. But of course….

"Maybe there's more to it."

"What do you mean, Ami?"

"Well, we all agree that Usagi is not the type to take a relationship lightly. That she would be open to the world about her feelings for someone. So if she is hiding it, there must be a good reason that isn't just about her."

The doors swooshed and dinged, telling him he had been saved from any more of their calculated theories. He feared they would continue on soon, but he really couldn't worry about that now as the Golden Odangoed girl walked into the place. He swore a hush fell over the place every time she entered, but maybe that was his overactive imagination. He did, however, know it was not his imagination when she glanced his way, looking longer each time she did. Watching her in the reflection just behind the counter, he caught every glance, his dark eyes clashing with her light ones.

There was a spring in her step, her dark high school uniform bouncing with her as she made her way over to her friends.

"Helloooooo Ladies! Ready for summer break?!"

They all cheered out for their friend, greeting her with equal amounts of brightness. He watched on, seeing her continue to glance his way.

"So Usagi-chan…" He did not like the tone of Minako's voice. "Are you seeing someone?"

Usagi's brows furrowed at the girls who all looked at her, waiting. "I'm seeing you guys, right now."

They all chuckled at her, shaking their heads and clucking their tongues. "No Usa, she means romantically!"

Usagi giggled, a slight hint of nervousness in her voice. "Well, I mean you know I love you guys, but not that way…"

"God, you baka! Are you dating someone!"

Usagi took a step back from the pyro's sudden blaze at her. "Wh...what?!"

Ami reached over, placing a calming hand on Usagi's forearm. "We were just wondering. You are a beautiful girl and so sweet. It wouldn't be strange to think you were seeing someone."

"You would tell us, if you were, right Usagi-chan?"

Each of them wore a look that was mixed with hurt and confusion while Usagi tried to contain her guilt. "Yes...yes, of course, I would guys….IF I was dating someone…..which...I'm not!"

Usagi laughed nervously, but the girls seemed to buy it, the Odango making an excuse about ordering food and walking away.

After setting her bag down in the booth with them, she came to stand a good ten inches away from where he sat. He looked over at her from the corner of his eye, going for disinterested as he sipped his coffee.

"Afternoon, Baka."

She didn't look over at him, she kept her eyes to the menu that hung high over the counter as if she didn't have it memorized. Or already know what she was going to order.

"Afternoon, Odango."

She bristled from the nickname, causing him to grin into his cup. "You know my name….ass."

It was a mumble, her swearing at him, but he heard it, and it only made him chuckle. But he had more important things to discuss with her other than her colorful language. "Interesting conversation."

She was still doing all that she could not to look over at him. "What are you talking about now, Baka?"

"You...dating. Although, it seems an impossible feat, for you to gain the romantic attentions of anyone." She turned slowly, glaring at him. "But then again, I never took you as the type to lie. Especially to your friends."

She clenched her fist at her sides and stomped her foot. "God, why are you such a….such a….."

"Ass?"

"YES!"

He shrugged, chuckling and returning to his coffee in front of him. "Guess we can't all be 'beautiful and sweet' like you."

He heard her as she stomped over to him, only to feel the sharp smack she gave his arm a second later. "Are you listening to our conversations now? What's the matter? Too much of an ass to have your own friends, you have to sit here and listen in on me and mine?!"

The smirk he wore when he looked back up at her only fueled her anger at him. "Can't help but listen when the words are practically forced on me. You and your friends should learn to whisper!"

She smacked him again, and he swiveled his stool to face her, grabbing her arm before she could fully retract it. She tugged, but he didn't let go. "Why? Why must you always mess with me?!"

Her voice, screeching, carried out across the entire arcade, gaining the attention of many. Looking around, he caught each of their glances causing them to turn away and go back to their games or conversations in shame. When a few moments passed, and he was sure they were no longer a sideshow, he tugged the wrist he still held and pulled her close to him, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her still. She let out a small gasp, and her bright blue eyes went wide, but she remained silent, allowing him to whisper.

"I could mess with you for eternity, Usagi."

The free hand on his shoulder pushed gently on him, and she looked around wildly. "Mamoru…"

She was whispering as well, the fire she had at him draining in a second. He released her, pulling his arm from her waist but doing it slowly, his fingers lingering on her hip and her waist. Usagi had just taken a step back from him, and he had yet to release her wrist, his thumb rubbing small circles into it all on its own when Motoki appeared from the back of the arcade.

"Alright you two, that's enough. Get out!"

He smirked while the blonde sputtered. "Wh..what! Why?!"

Motoki had his arms crossed over his chest, shaking his head at the girl. "We go through this at least once a week now, Usagi-chan. The two of you are always causing a scene, and it makes the place look bad. I can't have it. So until you two can behave yourselves, I'm going to keep kicking you out when you get loud!"

Usagi's shoulders sagged while he stood, trying not to look too eager, retrieving her bag and handing it to her. "Come on, Odango."

She kept her head down, and he pulled her out by her wrist, grabbing the same one he held just a moment ago, returning to his circles. The girls called after her, saying they would meet up with her later. Odango didn't respond though, keeping her head down to the ground and letting him pull her around.

They were almost to the park, and she still kept her face down, watching her feet. "Okay, Odango, that's enough. No one can see us now."

Her head popped up, a bright smile on her face and releasing a sigh. "Oh thank goodness. I don't know how much longer I could keep that up!"

She slid her wrist up out of his hold, only to thread her fingers through his and join his side, skipping. Now she was the one pulling him, her energy through the roof as she pulled him into the park. Pulling so hard, his fingers slipped from her grasp, and she went flying, a swirl of blonde hair and legs flying up in the air.

"Usagi! Are you okay?!"

She sat up, nursing a knee. "Yeah...yeah, I'm okay. Klutz attack I'm afraid."

He knelt next to her, blood on her knee was just starting to pool up. Taking a quick look around and finding no one, he lowered a hand to the wound. She hissed as his fingers grazed it but soon sighed as he let his golden strands knit her flesh back together.

"Better?"

She smiled brightly at him, a hint of guilt in her eyes. "Yes, but you didn't have to do that, it wasn't that bad."

"Yeah well, I can't have you limping and whining on date night now can I?"

She swatted his shoulder with the back of her hand while he chuckled, helping her back to her feet as he got to his. Then she started skipping before him again, taking his hand in hers.

He watched her bounce just ahead of him, and a chuckle bubbled out of him. "Wow, it's like you have a split personality disorder."

She managed to glare back at him while maintaining her rhythm. "It was just a scratch!"

"No, I mean from the sullen girl in the arcade to now!"

She turned away from him, her mood changing again in an instant. If the past four years had taught him anything, it was to never let your guard down around this girl.

"We made the decision to keep it quiet years ago. For each other's safety. But now…."

He felt the pang of guilt in his gut and slowed slightly. Not a lot, but of course she picked up on it, stopping and turning back to him. "I'm sorry, Odango. It's all my fault."

Having looked down at the ground, waiting for it to swallow him up for his selfishness, he looked back up when she remained quiet. Her eyes were to the ground as well. "Are you….embarrassed of me?"

"No, you know that's not why." She nodded in response, but still didn't pull her eyes from the ground. "Usako….look at me."

Slowly, her eyes rose to his, and he could see that her guilt mirrored his. "I just feel so bad….lying to the girls….especially all this time. At first, it was to keep you safe. Now, it just feels selfish."

On instinct, his hand squeezed hers gently. "Are you ready? To tell them? Everything? About the two of us? Who I am and that I know who you are? That I know who they are as well?"

She looked away from him, thinking about it, before returning her eyes to him and shaking her head. "No, I guess not."

"Well until then, we have to keep things like this." She released an agitated sigh, but he just shook his head at her. "It will bring up too many questions if we simply tell them we are together and you know this. Until we are ready to answer those questions…"

"I know...I get it."

He tugged on the hand he held, bringing her into him hard and wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her still. "Would you rather stop seeing me?"

Her head shook fast and hard. "No! No, I'm not saying that at all!"

"Then…." He leaned in, placing his mouth at her ear to whisper, even though they were alone where they stood. "Sailor Moon will just have to wait, until her Senshi trust Tuxedo Mask, a little while longer." She leaned her cheek into his, and his eyes closed in response, reveling in their proximity. "You trusted me and so will they….in time."

Finding its way around his neck, her arm laid across his shoulders, holding him close. "It took us years to tell one another, Mamo-chan. And we didn't even tell each other really. You figured it out and then told me!"

"Then I will just have to try a little bit harder...to gain their trust. And you will have to help me."

He snaked his arm around her waist a little tighter, pulling her body flush to his. "I will help you, as much as I can."

Pulling away, he opened his eyes just long enough to align his mouth with hers, her hot breath brushing over his face for a second before he claimed her lips with his. It started out gentle enough, their lips caressing one another's. But then he ran his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entrance, and she gave it to him. He pulled the hand he held up, dropping it around his shoulder so he could use both arms to hold her. Straightening his back as he pulled her up with him, he took away their height difference, pressing her chest to his with her feet off the ground.

Their heads twisted back and forth, going opposite directions, all so they could have better access to one another's mouths. They stayed like that, for several moments, not caring if anyone happened upon them on their stroll.

When they finally released each other, they were panting, either from the makeout session or the strength, it took to pull away. He wasn't sure himself.

Now he rested his forehead against hers, still holding her in his arms. Everything felt right in the world at that moment. Just like it was before all this mess started. There was no Black Moon or Silver Crystal. No Princess or dreams and no Senshi. He wasn't Tuxedo Mask, and she wasn't Sailor Moon, they were just a boy and a girl.

She wiggled in his embrace, having caught her breath she wanted to start up again. "Come back to my place with me."

She froze, her mouth millimeters from his and even her breath seemed to stop. "I don't know…."

He kept his forehead pressed to hers and his eyes closed, silently begging the heavens for her to say 'yes.' "We won't do anything you are not ready for, I promise. Just…..come home with me."

The truth was, he wanted her in his apartment and in every aspect of his life and world. He wanted her to chase away the darkness the loomed in his home, the loneliness was palpable there without her.

In the four years they had been together, he had NEVER asked her to his place. She was 14 when they met, and they were just friends. But they couldn't fight it for long. The night he kissed her had been the happiest of his life, especially when she kissed him back. But then, the Dark Kingdom showed up, and suddenly, he was spending every night chasing demons and fighting with the Senshi. Even if the Senshi spun it, so he was the enemy. He tried to stay away, and he was pretty sure she did too. It was unavoidable, their connection and need for one another, him for her more than the other way. At least, that was how he felt. So they fell back into one another, managing to get close while keeping each other at a distance at the same time. Until a few months ago, when he put it all together.

Usagi has a very, particular birthmark in a particular area. He knew from a few baby photos her mother showed him a few months ago. A birthmark her fuku doesn't cover.

He was mad at first, furious that she would risk her life night after night. But so did he. And now he did for her.

So now, he asked her to come to his place for the first time, not knowing what it would lead to. She was 18 now, so he felt less like a creep for the thoughts he had when he saw her forever long legs, and how he sometimes fantasized about her legs around him. He was perfectly happy taking it slow, whatever she wanted, as long as she was in his life, he was happy.

Even if she said yes, she was safe from him, he would do his best to contain himself, never wanting to scare her. If he could only have her there with him, creating the memory of her in his space, leaving her smile and scent would be like the burning of sage to rid a place of demons. She alone could chase away the loneliness, and maybe it was selfish of him to ask her to do so, but he needed it. He wanted it more than anything he ever wanted in his whole life. More than any elusive Princess or confusing crystal. He wanted her.

Seconds passed, and she was still silent, his fear of her answer growing with every tick of the clock.

"Okay…"

He felt as though he was hearing things. "What?"

This time, she nodded as she spoke, to make herself clear. "Okay. Let's go back to your place."

He couldn't explain the joy he felt that spread all over him, a giddiness filling him as he planted a quick kiss on her lips to seal the deal and dropped her gently back to her feet. They were just a boy and a girl, going off to take their relationship to the next level, whatever level she was comfortable with anyway. He would go as far as she wanted.

PM

His hands were shaking so bad, he dropped his keys. Usagi stood just behind him, patiently waiting, which told him she was nervous too because she was never patient.

Once he got his door open, he stood back, letting her go in first. His place wasn't anything spectacular, small and quiet and dark. The furniture was seven years old when he gained access to the money his family left him and was able to be on his own. On his own on paper anyway, he was always alone. And it was nothing fancy, trying to save his money, he bought whatever was cheap and not like a rock. So his living room consisted of a loveseat, armchair, and a coffee table. He ate most of his dinners there. Until he started eating at Usagi's house almost every night.

She left her shoes in the genkan and made her way around, finding the kitchen first and walking around it in less than a second. It was a small alcove, a wet bar and counter made up the workspace. A two-range hot top that he had to plug in sat at the ready but clean. The fridge was a good size and by far the largest thing in his entire apartment, his bed the second. He watched her, both of them in silence, as she rounded the tiny table he managed to fit in the alcove.

Now she stood in the living room, her hand brushing across the back of the couch as she wandered over to the large windows that held the Tokyo skyline, the true selling point of this place. After a few moments, she moved over to his books shelf, neatly organized, it was still a mess of overflowing prints. He had read them all, a few more than once, which could be seen by the worn binding of many. Her fingers brushed over a few, but then she looked back, searching around almost frantic for a second. Then he laughed.

"Of course, no tv. I bet you sit and read all day and night don't you?"

She was smirking at him, but he remained silent, leaning against a wall near the front door as he watched her. She knew the answer to that question already.

Her head whipped around again, searching for something else now. "No pictures?"

He swore the whole apartment dimmed with her frown, the small smile she had worn since her entrance had made the sunshine directly into his windows. But now a cloud covered the sun, her frown bringing it on.

Pushing off the wall, he struggled with how to fix this. She knew exactly why he had no pictures, it was the same reason why he was so eager to join her family dinners. Her frown wasn't due to his decorating skills, it was from the sad reminder of his past.

"I have one picture. But it's in the bedroom."

Her smile returned, "May I see it?"

His hands were sweating now. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. Usagi followed right behind him down the small hallway to his room. Another unimpressive room.

A small bed, a little larger than a twin, sat in the middle with a singular nightstand next to it. The only bathroom in the whole place was to the right, and it had a stall shower, a single sink, and a towel you could reach both from while sitting on the toilet. There was a small balcony, the best part of the whole apartment. He had the smallest armchair he could find in front of it with a small table next to it. Sometimes, he would sit and watch the sunrise while he drank his coffee.

She looked around, only taking a second to find what she was looking for. Walking over to his bed, she picked up the picture frame on his nightstand and sat down on his bed to look at it. A small smirk appearing on her face. Looking back up at him, he wondered if she could see the sweat on his brow that started when she sat down on his bed.

"This? This is your one picture in the whole place?"

He felt frozen. Come on man, you are Tuxedo Kamen for heaven's sake! His feet moved slow but he made it to her side and sat down, the bed bouncing her slightly, and he had to swallow the thickness in his throat before he could speak.

"It's my favorite picture."

Turning away from him, he felt he could breathe again, focusing on the picture instead of the blonde that was now on his bed….with him next to her.

It was a picture that Usagi had taken, years ago before they were even dating. She had held up her phone in front of them, said "say cheese," and then got up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek as she snapped the photo. It had taken every fiber of his being at the time not to turn, putting her lips on his instead of his cheek. But he still remembered the warmth it threaded through him every time he looked at the photo. That's why it sat next to his bed. Every time he had felt lonely or cold, he looked at the photo, and it washed all that away. For a year, the picture had been his solace, until he had the girl in the picture in his arms.

Slowly and carefully, she set the picture back down where she got it but didn't look at him. Instead, her focus was on her hands, now in her lap and twisting.

"Mamo...I want…..I want you to be...my first."

"Your...first?"

She let out a shaky sigh, her nerves just as highly strung as his were. "My first! You know...my first...time?"

Breaking some of the tension, he laughed, and she looked at him with a small fire in her eyes. "Usagi, if you can't just come out and say it, maybe you don't want it as much as you…"

"I want you to be my first lover!"

Her face bright red, she turned away from him after her outburst. He was pretty sure his face matched the color of hers, so he let her turn away for a moment. With a shaky hand, he reached over and took one of her hands in his, holding it tight.

"I want you to be my first too."

Her head snapped back up to his, but he wasn't looking at her anymore, looking at the floor. "Really?"

Finding the courage, he looked back at her, his breath leaving him from her big, bright, blue eyes on him. "Yes, Usako," He took the hand he still held and pulled it up to his lips, brushing them lightly across her knuckles and sending tiny shocks through both of them. "And I want you to be my last."

The last of any confusion or doubt stripped away, the bomb that was their young teenage libidos went off. Usagi was in his lap, straddling him, while every part of them was pressed together as tightly as possible. Just like in the park, their mouths fought against one another, fighting for one another's lips as they sucked and nipped at one another.

He had his arms tight around her waist, and he had to control himself, not wanting to crush her to him as he craved. Her arms were around his neck, not so concerned about crushing as she held him tightly to her mouth.

Standing, he lifted both of them, Usagi clinging to him like a barnacle, turning them and laying them back on his bed. Now with her under him, she wiggled against him, and he was finding it harder and harder to remain in control.

She started pulling at his clothes, and he was helping her, wanting to get her clothes off as soon as possible. He couldn't wait, pushing her shirt and skirt up and revealing as much skin as he could while she worked at the clasp of his pants. It was four years coming, the two of them melting together, but it felt like longer. It felt like they had done this dance before too, finding himself not embarrassed or as nervous as he thought he would be. Usagi wore a blush, her eyes twinkling, beautiful as always. Enough to bring him to his knees. But she showed no signs of fear in their coupling.

He left her mouth, only so he could kiss across her belly, the skin new to him and waiting for him to explore. Sure, he had gone to the beach with her and her family a few times, but with her father there it was strictly 'look, don't touch,' and he was afraid to even look around that man.

Her hands were in his hair, encouraging him, so he continued down to her thighs, kissing along the inside of them, stopping when he came to the bundle of fabric that was her skirt.

"Mamo…"

His eyes went back to hers, finding that even when darkened with lust, they still sparkled. He stood, finishing what she had started with his pants while she sat up and worked on her uniform, pulling down zippers he didn't even know existed. She was still working on getting her uniform off while he was ready to pull her underwear off and end their suffering. They could be naked the next time.

His hands on her waist, he looped his fingers around her panties, ready to give them a hard tug, when she sat up all the way.

He had been so lost in her, he almost missed it. It had him fixing his clothes quickly along with Usagi's. Tensing, she grabbed onto his arm tight. "Mamoru…"

"Yeah, I feel it too."

"Well well well. Tux boy has a girlfriend. How...convenient."

He swiveled around, pushing Usagi behind him as he faced the grating voice. "Zoisite. How the hell did you find me?"

The man sneered, making his skin crawl. "We have our ways. Let's just say, we followed the blood."

He held up a knife, one that was covered in now dried blood. Even though the cut had healed days ago, Zoisite seemed to have been able to track him down with what of his blood remained on the blade. A cut made in their last battle after the sick blonde shimmered and appeared behind him, a coward's move.

The blonde man stood with a cocky grin, making him want to wipe it off Zoisite's face with his fist. "This is all just too good...thank you, for making my job easy. Well, easier."

Little hands grabbed the material of his shirt tight, reminding him of what was more important than a few satisfying hits to the bastard's face. "Alright, I'll bite. What's your job? To kill us? Because I have to be honest, you haven't been too successful of that in the past, so I don't know why you are so cocky now!"

Zoisite grimaced but swiftly turned it back to a smirk. "Even if I were here to kill you, you would walk right into my blade if I asked you to today."

He managed to contain his laugh at the ridiculous notion. "Oh yeah? And why is that?"

"Because unless you want any harm to fall to her, you will be doing exactly as I say!"

His shirt was almost ripped from him, Usagi's hands getting pulled roughly from it. He spun, reaching out after her, but he was too late. Kunzite held her tight now standing on his bed, an arm around her waist and a hand on her neck, squeezing.

"Get your fucking hands off her!"

"Tisk tisk now! You don't want to make Kunzite mad Tux boy, he will kill her, I can promise you that!"

To prove his point, the hand the held Usagi's throat squeezed, a strangled cry of pain and fear coming from her that had his heart dropping into his toes.

"Stop! Just stop!"

He could tell by the gentle, but quick breaths Usagi now took that they had listened to him. Her eyes were glued to his, mirroring the terror he now felt. Hers for him while his was for her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, the thought made it harder to breathe, as if she would disappear if he did.

"What do you want?"

Zoisite chuckled darkly behind him. "Lucky for you, it is not your death I want today. The Queen wants….an audience with you."

He dared to pull his eyes away from his girl, looking back at the man with disbelief. "What?"

The monster just shrugged, a smirk still on his face. "She wants to rectify a...misunderstanding she feels the two of you have had for far too long."

"Misunderstanding? She has been sending monsters like you to try and kill us and destroy the world!"

"All a big misunderstanding, I assure you."

Zoisite waved his hands and shook his head as if it was all that simple. "So...I go with you….the girl goes free?"

Usagi tried to scream but was cut off. Rage boiled up inside him, turning back to glare at the man who still held her, taking a threatening step towards him and growling. "You hurt her and I will end you!"

Kunzite chuckled, his hold on Usagi lessening. "Whatever you say, your Highness."

He didn't question the title because, for some reason, it got Kunzite to release Usagi's throat. Tears were brimming in her eyes, and he could see her begging him with her mind.

"Release her."

Kunzite hesitated for a second but then grinned wide, releasing and throwing Usagi away from him. He caught her without hesitation, pulling her back into him tight while he still could. Which didn't last long, as she pulled away from him, reaching for her brooch. Using his inhuman speed, he stopped her, pushing her hand away and pulling her back to him so tight, she couldn't move.

"Don't." He was whispering, but he still feared they would be heard.

"But...Mamo…"

"No! They don't know. Keep it that way."

Her hands gripped the fabric of his shirt again, this time at his chest, and he kept her in the protective circle of his arms.

"Well...time is of the essence here. Our Queen does not like to be kept waiting!"

He had been avoiding looking at her, knowing what he would find. He really didn't want it to be what he was sure would be his last memory of her. But he had to look, he had to tell her what he had been keeping from her for a while now. Too long actually.

Her bright blue eyes were wide with fear, and she had started to shake in his arms. "Please, Mamo. Don't go, don't do this. We can fight, we can win."

She might have been right, but he wasn't willing to risk it, to risk her life. They would have to kill both of them to keep her identity secret, and he wasn't sure they had enough between them to pull that off.

He shook his head and tears spilled down her face. Wiping as many as he could, he cupped her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. "Usako, I have to tell you, although this is not how I wanted…."

"Let's go, pretty boy!"

Ignoring the bastard, he offered her the best smile he could at the moment. "I love you."

He kissed her, wanting to fill it with all the passion and promise he so badly wished he could give her. And she accepted it with a whimper, clawing at his shoulders as he pulled away, trying to hold onto him as long as she could.

But he was being hauled off by rough hands on his arms, even though he didn't fight them. As long as they didn't touch her, he would go peacefully. Usagi began to fade from his sight as the portal they created closed, she stood staring after him in shock. Just as the last bits of light were about to be cut off, she ran towards them, his heart racing as she tried to put herself in danger for him yet again. But she was too late, and he was thankful for that. All she could do was call after him before he disappeared.

"I love you, Mamoru! I will do whatever it takes to save you!"

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