Hey yall! So I got two reviews saying they wanted me to make the sequal to I Though We Agreed and if u havent read it u should and believe me it isnt that long but u dont have to read it to understand this fiction. I am excited about this one because i have ideas and its not likely that they can be resolved in 7 chapters hehe. But yeah I hope that yall enjoy this fic and here we goo...

Oh side not I do not own and will never own Sailor Moon on to the story...

He took the dusk in with a shuttered breath. It has been so long since he was able to breath in the air of Britain. It is not like he would speak of what had happened to him to any of his acquaintances, he knew more than his mortality was laid upon his secret. Setting his mouth he walked down the street, cigarette butts crunched under his boots.

A weary passerby looked at him oddly. He quickly pulled his hat down a little more and shifted his jacket around. No one was to recognize him anymore. He was only here to glance at an old life. Then the veil will fall and he would serve his destiny like he was told to.

His steal blue eyes narrowed at the window watching the family move. Everything looked as it should have been. A silver haired woman kissed her blubbering husband on the cheek making him smile. Then a teenage girl came in the room scrunching her nose up at the affection and said something making her elders laugh before she retreated back to her room. Her bleach blonde head would walk down the hallway and take a left into her bedroom. Just like she used to do every other day she got back from school he reminisced a soft smile crossed his face. The one across the hall was long ago vacated and no one was to return to it. Not in this life, but maybe, someday, if he said it was okay he could see them again. Yes, he must go his destiny awaits and he was already dead to the family he loved up in the window.

"Are you going to miss them?" a soft male voice asked.

"That was a stupid question Nic! Course he will. Just to let you know if I didn't tell ya, your sis is hot. Hotter than…" came a snappy reply behind him, the

man's voice holding a small twang from Texas.

"Shove it James. He doesn't want to hear that right now." was the man's reply as he muttered a few choice words in Spanish under his breath.

"It is time to go" this time a third man spoke his tone bored.

With a nod the man started to walk down the street towards the Underground sign. Pulling his jacket tighter around him he began to form a plan of action paying no attention to the three men that followed him down the street. Their voices were backdrop music to what was to come. Long gone is Keane Samson, the General is to be reborn.