Ice King by Amethyst Serenity

AN: Yes, yes, I know I am pond scum because I keep everyone waiting so long. Work and laziness keep me from doing stuff, like update. Anyways, thanks to all who read and review, including Deny, Aridemarcus, Wreath of Roses, Saturnpyroprincess, Akiko Koishii, Amethyst-Heart, Ami D'Aqua, Angel, angelicwings, aquaprincess1, aya777, aurora, AuroraMikayla, babegalanime, Babo-Chunsa, baby love.KLG, Blaa, Bunny Bunz, Celestial DreamBlaze, confusedasalways, dizzy4, Eo, Eternity's Angel, Fae, fireangel621, fritzi, Galactic Crystal, Iced Faerie, Iota Vixen, Jabba1, Jewel, Juniper87, jupimako, kalinda, Kaze (very good try), KhmerGirl, Klo-chan, Lady-of-the-Dragons, Lady Imp, Lil, Lilykins17, Mercury Guardian, michelle, Milady Goddess, moonangel1 (btw, you almost got all the contest names, good for you!), Moonlit Kitty (ahem, I am planning a SM-GW crossover… eventually), Moon-Princess13, nekoinuhanyou (sensing an Inuyasha fan here… ), Nunnya Buiznes, o0 ChIneSeMoMo YuMeTeNsHi 0o, Pamela, plumber Bob, q, ra, Sakura-chan, Sakura420, SailorKittyMoon, samsonite, serenity90, Shadow-Crystal, snow kae, SteelHeartRose (good try), Sw-In-No-Cence, ThatsMsDiva2U, Tiffany, TinkaBell12115, Tokyo Queen Go-Go Yubari, Usako4life, Usagi1816, White Eternity, wintercoldness, xxreixx, ying, Yueh-Miko, Zenia and zoe. All your reviews mean a lot to me and I hope I got all your names right!

In case anyone cares about the contest, the guys were: Ryo Urawa from Sailor Moon, Soichiro Arima from Kare Kano (His and Her Circumstances), Miki Kaoru from Revolutionary Girl Utena, Sasame the Sound Knight from Pretear, Yukito Tsukishiro from Cardcaptor Sakura and Quatre Winner from Gundam Wing. Nobody got them all 'cos I'm too evil, but moonangel1 was the closest. Congrats.

Disclaimer:whines: Oh man, do I really have to do this:mumbles: Don't own anything fun like Sailor Moon.

Chapter 4- Jealousy

Motoki leaped happily onto the stadium bleachers. Normally, he'd be on a basketball court rather than be caught dead on a football field, the land of testosterone-crazed, hulking jocks, but a very special event was occurring… cheerleader practice. His decision to skip class had nothing to do with the cheerleader uniforms, snug white and blue halter tops with scandalously short, navy blue pleated skirts, on a dozen athletic, drop-dead gorgeous babes. Like any virtuous boyfriend, Motoki was only present to encourage his darling Minako, the co-captain of the squad. Trying to find a good seat, he threaded his way through several other male students who were also overflowing with school spirit. Surreptitiously, he tucked his sandy blonde hair under a pea soup green baseball cap and adjusted his aviator sunglasses to avoid his girlfriend's eagle eye. In the middle of the second row, Motoki was surprised to find a familiar face. Chiba never came to drool over…er, support the cheerleaders.

Since no one dared to infringe on Chiba's personal space (except Motoki and B), there were plenty of empty seats surrounding him. When Motoki plopped into the adjacent seat, Chiba didn't even blink. Slightly concerned, the sandy-haired boy noticed the unfocused eyes, the flushed face, a vacant expression and the tiniest hint of drool trickling from the chiseled mouth. Naturally, he panicked.

"My GOD! Are you okay, man? Are you sick? Do you have a fever? A seizure?" he babbled, putting a hand on his friend's cool forehead. He leaned closer when Chiba mumbled something unintelligibly. "What? Mamoru, old buddy, talk to me! You're freaking me out!"

"She's gorgeous… those shorts… I could look at her forever… beautiful… her legs go on forever… absolutely forever…"

Motoki fell backwards in total, dumbfounded shock, almost falling over the railing and onto the grass-covered field. A fundamental, indestructible law of the universe was broken. The world was tilting on its axis, teetering on the edge of destruction, because apocalypse was surely around the corner. Not believing his eyes, he pinched himself to see if it was a dream and yelped in pain. Still not believing the evidence of his own eyes, Motoki gaped at the normally cool and unflappable Chiba.

"You're DROOLING! OVER A GIRL! You're the ICE KING! You NEVER DROOL!" he nearly screeched in accusation (ever mindful of listening freshmen ears). Oblivious to his histrionic friend, Chiba looked absurdly happy as he continued to drool (discreetly, of course). His midnight-blue eyes were glazed over with lust (as Motoki just figured out). "Where are the FLYING PIGS 'cos HELL has FROZEN OVER!"

Almost catatonic, Motoki realized that Chiba still wasn't listening to him and, more importantly, he wasn't looking at any of the cheerleaders. Turning his head, the blonde basketball player followed his friend's line of vision and saw plenty of girls in white, sporty t-shirts and jet-black shorts on the other side of the field. They were either chasing each other or kicking a ball around, most likely for football (soccer) tryouts. Out of the corner of his eye, Motoki noted Chiba's head following one particular figure, much like a puppet head obeying its strings. Bouncing across the field, the petite, athletic girl was quick and graceful in her movements. Her honey-gold hair was unbelievably long and trailing behind her in two silky streamers, like Usagi's funny hairstyle. Usagi? Wait a minute! Motoki nearly had a heart attack. Chiba, the unattainable idol of Azabu High, was salivating after sweet, naive, adorable Usagi?

Testing his theory, Motoki waved a hand in front of his friend's face but there was no reaction. Instead, Chiba's gaze was unerringly fixated on one laughing, golden girl. Motoki's jade-green eyes lit with unholy mischief. Jumping up from the bleachers, he gleefully scurried off to tell Minako (completely forgetting about watching the girls in skimpy outfits).

Flipping her sunshine locks over her shoulder, Minako glided through the new routine for her team. As she somersaulted, she noticed a blonde guy excitedly waving at her from the sidelines. Beaming with happiness, Minako performed one last flourish and waved to her co-captain to take over. Skipping over to her boyfriend, she looped her arms around his neck and dropped a light kiss on his lips. Her sharp, cornflower blue eyes noted a rather offensive-looking cap and sunglasses stuck in the back pockets of his tattered, baggy jeans.

"Hey, honey-bear! Were you trying to ogle my squad?" she questioned, mock-glaring at him.

"Uh… you know I only have eyes for you, babe," Motoki replied, squirming a little. Giggling, Minako blushed and hugged him.

"You say the sweetest things, hon! What brings you to practice?"

"Babe, you won't believe what just happened! My good buddy Mamoru has the hots for your cousin!"

"Mamoru? You mean Chiba? Chiba likes Usagi?"

"He's really into her. Isn't it great? She'll bring him out of his shell and make him act like a normal guy. No more of this 'Ice King who giveth frostbite' stuff!" he gushed. Storm clouds gathered in Minako's vivid, sky blue eyes.

"Tell him to stay away from Usa!" she spat, pushing away from Motoki. Confused, he gaped at her. She glared back, her body tensed to pounce like a tigress protecting her young.

"Mamoru's my bud. He wouldn't hurt her."

"He won't mean to but he'll break her heart, just like all the rest," Minako darkly predicted.

"Mina love, it's not what you think. I've never seen him act this way. She's not like the others."

"Usa-chan needs a nice, respectable boy who'll appreciate her and won't give her problems. Chiba's way too much for her, especially with B around," Minako stubbornly insisted, crossing her arms in front of her well-endowed chest.

"Hey, Mamoru's really a good guy. I think he's serious about her."

"Usa's going on a date with Tatsuya."

"The brat? He's into another girl. C'mon, sweetheart, give Mamoru a chance."

"Not with Usa-chan! She's too innocent for the likes of him."

"It's not like he's a demon who's going to eat her. She'll be fine."

"Motoki!" Minako sobbed, ready to pull out her most dreadful, manipulative (but very successful) trick. Her brilliant blue eyes shimmered with unshed, liquid silver tears ready to spill down her dewy, golden cream cheeks while her luscious, seductive mouth pouted and quivered on the verge of saying those unfair, diabolical words. Sensing the oncoming disaster, Motoki gulped and vainly searched for anything (natural disaster… sudden death… bubonic plague…) to stave off his fate but drew a total blank in his panic. "You… you don't love me anymore!"

Chopped off at the knees, Motoki crumbled like soggy milk toast and embraced his girlfriend. "Don't say such things, Mina-chan. Of course, I love you. I'll do whatever you say."

Resting her head on his shoulder, Minako smiled triumphantly and mentally made a V-sign for victory with her fingers. He sighed and patted her lemon-gold tresses, knowing he was utterly whipped…

"Mina-chan, I made the team!" Usagi cheerfully announced, searching for her bubbly cousin in the girl's locker room.

"Over here, Usa!" Minako yelled, sticking her head into the aisle and waving an arm to grab Usagi's attention. Usagi bounced her way through several chattering girls in varying states of undress. Smiling at Usagi's enthusiasm, Minako smoothed her chinese-style, lavender silk top (with a mandarin collar) and buttoned her khaki miniskirt. "Congrats, hon! You'll whip them into shape in no time."

"Awww, Mina-chan, I won't be running things like you do. I'm just an alternate on the football team," Usagi murmured, sheepishly rubbing the back of her head. (Actually, it's soccer. If you don't know that by now, I worry about you…)

"You never know, Usa-chan. They might recognize talent when they see it," Minako replied, affectionately flicking her cousin's nose with a finger. Usagi glumly regarded the tips of her sneakers.

"I'm not that good, Minako, and you know it."

"Hey, don't put yourself down. I, the one who knows you best, forbid it!" Minako exclaimed, slinging an arm around the smaller girl's shoulders. "Now, change out of those icky clothes and we'll catch a movie or something."

Usagi peeked at her cousin through her eyelashes. "You always know how to make me feel better, Mina-chan. Can Ami come if she's done with cram school?"

"Sure thing, little cousin. Now, get going!" she mock-commanded, pushing Usagi toward her locker. As Usagi grabbed a quick shower, Minako put on a pale yellow scarf-like belt and slipped into suede, knee-length boots. Usagi changed into a loose peach cotton t-shirt, faded blue, stonewashed bootcut jeans and white sneakers.

"Ready to go!" she reported with a mock salute, amusing Minako to no end. Linking arms, the two girls strolled out of the lockers.

"Usa-chan, have you given any thought to modeling? We'd be the latest sensation, the Twin Goddesses!"

"I'm way too klutzy. And I'm not confident or comfortable with media attention like you are."

"Oh please, you grew out of that klutzy stage, ages ago! Plus, the press isn't so bad once you get used to it and the fan mail is a big perk. I get a dozen marriage proposals every week," Minako exclaimed. Usagi blushed, thinking of a recent encounter where a klutz attack had landed her on a very appealing, dark-haired pillow. Her cousin thoughtfully noted her distraction. "Anyways, are you excited about your date with Tatsuya? Isn't it this weekend?"

"I don't know, Mina-chan. I just can't get worked up over a guy I haven't met yet."

"It'll be a good start for you," Minako blithely promised.

"Um, you said that Chiba guy must be decent, right?"

"Well, Motoki says he is. Chiba keeps to himself a lot."

"I think… I mean… he might… like me," Usagi stammered, flushing with her eyes firmly glued to the floor. Minako slid a cautious, assessing gaze towards her cousin.

"What do you mean?" she probed with forced casualness.

"He gave me a ride once. And I'm always running into him. Chiba seemed… nice," she whispered, unable to articulate her feelings.

"Well, Chiba has a… reputation with the girls. You should be careful of him. He's the Ice King, after all," Minako warned, hiding a frown. Usagi's posture slumped a little and her steps slowed.

"I was just imagining things. He couldn't possibly be interested in a girl like me," she murmured, pasting on a bright smile and quickening her pace. Minako nibbled at her bottom lip, torn between building her cousin's self-confidence and keeping her safe. Avoiding the whole issue, she sighed and flipped open her cell to call Ami.

Shuffling his feet like an old man, Motoki was not looking forward to his next meeting with his best friend. How did he get himself into situations like this, getting caught between his girl and his bud? (An overabundance of meddling into other people's affairs, perhaps…) Talk about a rock and hard place. If Minako got mad, he was in for weeks of silence (preferable to the psychotic mood swings) and torture by flirtation (where she could flirt with any halfway-decent guy in front of him). On the other hand, Chiba would only ignore him when he was angry… which he already did most of the time. Having made his decision, Motoki stepped bravely forward to confront Chiba. He caught up to his dark-haired friend as he was leaving his seat (about a millisecond after a certain pigtailed blonde left the field).

"Hey, Mamoru. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Motoki inquired. Chiba gave him an incredulous look, since the sandy-haired boy never, ever asked for permission to talk. In fact, he had never been able to stop Motoki's babble (and he made many valiant, futile attempts when they first met). However, since he was in a good mood (translation: Usagi-induced hormonal high), he shrugged his shoulders in agreement. Motoki walked beside him, shoving his hands deeply into his baggy pockets. "Er… remember Minako's cousin, the little blonde with the weird hairstyle? I kinda think you were looking at her just now."

"There were plenty of girls on the field, including your girlfriend," Chiba said noncommittally. "Even if I was looking at her, why do you care?"

"Well, it's just that… Mina-chan has some concerns, that's all. She doesn't want her to be hurt."

"Why would I do that?"

"You've got a rep for breaking hearts."

"You should know me better than that."

"I do but Mina... it doesn't matter. I'm asking you, as my friend, to stay away from her. Don't mess with Usagi, okay?"

"…" was Chiba's non-reply, as he walked away from Motoki. The blonde rushed to catch up.

"C'mon, don't be this way. Mina's wrong but I still can't go against my girl."

"I won't hurt her."

"Are you going to stay away from Usagi?"

"Don't push your luck. Nobody tells me what to do," Chiba snapped. Motoki frowned.

"Then, please don't mess with her this weekend. Tatsuya's taking her out."

"A date?" the ebony-haired junior exclaimed, momentarily arrested in his tracks. His initial surprise was quickly masked by his infamous poker expression. Then, he resumed walking but at a much brisker pace.

"Hey, what's the rush?" Motoki panted, jogging beside him.

"I have… something to do. Something I have to do alone," he cryptically replied, breaking into a run and leaving Motoki to wonder why his friend was acting as if the hounds of hell were breathing down his neck.

On the third floor of Azabu High, a reddish-blonde, tousled-haired boy rummaged around a locker. Grimacing, he shoved aside two years' worth of gum wrappers and crumpled magazines. The spine of a red textbook was almost hidden underneath a smelly pile of unrecognizable cloth (possibly well-aged gym socks). Softly cursing his brother for hiding his books, the boy fished out the text (gingerly using only two fingers). Unfortunately, it was world history, instead of advanced calculus. With a fatalistic sigh (and a keen desire for industrial rubber gloves), he prepared to plunge back into the garbage can (a.k.a. his brother's locker).

"Furuhata."

Tatsuya Furuhata, also known as Motoki's bratty kid brother, slammed his head on the locker ceiling and nearly screeched in pain. Biting back R-rated swearing, he rubbed the back of his head and jerked around to punch the offending party. His feline, leaf-green eyes widened in surprise, beholding Chiba in all his glory (and not even out of breath or breaking a sweat). He instantly felt like a mouse facing a panther, subconsciously comparing his slender but toned build to the other's much taller, well-muscled body. The ebony-haired junior casually lounged against a whitewashed wall, his stormy cobalt eyes restlessly roaming the halls to check for witnesses.

"Uh… hello, Chiba-san… Motoki's not here right now."

"I'm not blind. I wanted a word with you," Chiba dryly replied, his gaze locking on the blonde like a hawk sighting its helpless prey. He gulped, feeling lightheaded and sweaty as his blood pressure dropped a few notches. When the older, taller teen smirked, Tatsuya's lightly tanned complexion turned a nauseating, pasty gray color. He tried to loosen his beige shirt collar but only brushed off a few strands of shoulder-length hair.

"Um, er, can I help you with something?" Tatsuya squeaked.

"Lay one finger… just… one… finger… on her and you'll be missing body parts."

"Her? I don't know-"

"This weekend," he interrupted.

"This weekend? You mean that Sunday thing with Tsuk-" the sophomore hesitated at Chiba's glare.

"Do you understand?"

"Ye-yes, Chiba-san."

"Good," he growled, hiding his blazing indigo eyes behind silver-tinted aviator glasses. Turning to walk away, he offhandedly tossed a command over his shoulder. "And don't tell your brother."

A speechless Tatsuya stared at Chiba's broad back and wondered if his brother had gotten him into more trouble than he could handle.

On a cloudy Saturday afternoon, Usagi nibbled her bottom lip and continually checked her silver watch in front of the Crown Fruit Parlor. Her fingers nervously plucked at her high-collared, sleeveless, cream-embroidered sapphire top and gauzy, knee-length ivory skirt. Turquoise-studded, silver crescent moons dangled from her ears and hung on a delicate chain around her slender neck, while snow-white ribbons wrapped around the twin buns of her unusual hairstyle. Within the arcade, an ebony-haired teen slouched in a corner booth and watched her every move. Blending well with the shadows, Chiba, like a renegade gunfighter in an old Western, was dressed all in black (appropriate for his grim mood). When the petite girl turned to walk away, he half-smiled and slid out of the booth to go after her.

Unfortunately for him, someone else ran up to her, panting and out of breath. Tatsuya, in a dark green striped shirt and beige slacks, sheepishly smiled and ran a hand through his curly, strawberry-blonde locks. As Usagi blushed at the sparkle in his spring-green eyes, they made a charming picture of a couple on their first date, especially since he was only a few centimeters taller than her. Chiba squeezed an empty soda can until it was a golf ball-sized paperweight.

"Hi, you must be Usagi Tsukino. I'm lucky enough to be your date today," Tatsuya stated, casting an appreciative gaze towards her. Usagi shyly smiled at him in response. With a half-bow, he flamboyantly gestured towards the Crown Fruit Parlor. "Would you care for a bite to eat, milady?"

Giggling, Usagi swept her ivory skirts into a curtsy and took Tatsuya's gallantly offered arm. "I would be pleased to accompany you, kind sir."

The cheerful pair entered the brightly lit arcade and took seats in a booth near the window. As Usagi perused the laminated, neon menu, Tatsuya (who knew the menu by heart) propped his chin on his hand and grinned at her. "Big bro didn't tell me you'd be so gorgeous… but it's not surprising with Minako being your cousin and all."

Feeling a chill run down his spine, the blonde boy also thought of his strange encounter with Chiba. Tatsuya glanced sideways and saw the dark-haired junior glaring at him, trying to drill holes in his back. He turned pasty white and kept shooting nervous glances at the other teen while trying to pay attention to his date. Oblivious to Tatsuya's impending doom, Usagi blushed again, a vivid rose-pink, and ducked her face behind the menu. "Um, thanks, Motoki's your big brother, right? And your name is Tatsuya."

"Uh… yeah… Toki's my bro but he and Pop are the only ones who call me Tatsuya. Everyone else calls me by my middle name, Zachary," the blonde boy absentmindedly replied, loosening his suddenly too tight collar. Noticing that several paperweights now littered Chiba's table, he shivered.

"Zachary? That's not very Japanese."

"Actually, I go by Zack. 'Cos Mum's American, we all have Japanese and English names. Did you know Motoki's middle name is Andrew? Unazuki's saddled with Elizabeth, like all the English Queens, so I call her Queenie when I want to annoy her."

"Zack?" Usagi repeated slowly, her body stiffening. She peeked over the top of the menu to stare suspiciously at him. "Your name sounds awfully familiar. Do you happen to have pretty good grades?"

"Sure do. There's only one other person who's my competition for number one in our year."

"It's you!" the delicate girl accused, slamming her menu down and jumping to her feet. Naturally, all eyes in the arcade were drawn to the golden avenging angel in their midst. Her bewildered companion sputtered incoherent denials, well aware that he would soon feel the business end of Chiba's fists if she didn't calm down, and slowly inched away from her. Fuming, Usagi planted her hands on her hips and glared at him, fire in her crystal blue eyes. "You're the one who picks on Ami all the time and makes her cry! How dare you?"

"Wh-wh-what? I don't know what-"

"You tease her and make her cry! She told me all about it! How could you treat anyone like that, much less a sweet girl like Ami? You jerk!" the blonde spat. Surprised, Zack halted his efforts to get away from the petite beauty-turned-she-devil.

"Wait a minute! You actually talked to Ami Mizuno? She doesn't talk to anyone!"

"We're friends. Of course, we talk! And I do not like anyone who's mean to my friends."

"How did you get her to talk? I mean, she pretty much ignores everyone and studies all the time," he questioned. Zack leaned towards Usagi, excitement shining in his jade eyes. Her golden eyebrows arched upwards and her pink rosebud mouth parted in shock.

"You… you like Ami!" she gasped, collapsing into her seat like a deflated balloon. Avoiding her gaze, Zack blushed and squirmed in his seat.

"Well… uh…. yeah…" he confessed in a whisper.

"But how… when… but you're mean to her?" Usagi sputtered. Cheated of the spectacle of an argument, the crowd grumbled and turned its attention to other matters (except for the one person planning a tormented, messy death for Zack). She stared at him blankly for a few moments before a devilish glint sparkled in her azure eyes. Propping her chin on interlaced fingers, Usagi frowned at him. "Explain."

"It's just… I never took much notice of her until our first swim meet. I couldn't keep my eyes off her in the water. It was like her natural element… She's a mermaid… graceful… gorgeous… unforgettable… And then, I started noticing things… the cute, little frown on her face when she's into a book… her shy sweetness… how frequently her glasses slid down her tiny nose… her humility about her amazing intelligence… the silver flecks in her big blue eyes… her lady-like manners… the fresh cream look of her skin… her kindness to strangers, especially the elderly… the bluish lights in her pixie-cut hair… How could I not like her?" Zack dreamily rambled.

"You really do like Ami," she softly stated. A smile, as blindingly bright as the sunrise, dawned on her face (striking Chiba speechless at her beauty… and leaving a bit of drool on his table). Looking absolutely angelic, Usagi lightly bonked him on the head. "Stupid!"

"Ouch! What was that for?" Zack cringed as he snapped back to reality.

"Girls don't like bullies, stupid. You have to treat her nicely to get her attention."

"Sheesh, I'm not a fool, Usa! I tried talking to her really nice but she'd always blush and run away from me. She'd avoid me for days! That was pretty crappy but then, that… that b… witch B somehow found out I was interested in Mizuno and made it da… darn near impossible!" he spouted, hastily editing out the curses in his rant for Usagi's ears (and the PG rating).

"B? What'd she do? And why?"

"Don't know what she has against me but she sure made my life hell. I found out from one of B's flunkies that she used her tutoring sessions to convince Mizuno that I couldn't possibly be into her. That I was playing up to her for some bloody bet and planned to humiliate her by breaking her heart in front of the entire school. So, Mizuno thinks I'm a total low-life bas- jerk and whatever I say to her is picking on her, thanks to that witch."

"Wow, that's harsh," Usagi sympathized.

"No kidding. To top it all off, B now goes out of her way to make Mizuno miserable. Caught her saying that it was 'cos of Mizuno having the gall to turn me down, which doesn't help my cause. Lying, two-faced wench! I haven't even been able to ask her out yet! It pretty much all stinks," Zack sulked.

"But Ami said B picked on her 'cos she wouldn't help her cheat."

"Oh, please. Do you think B wants to spread that around? She's using me as an excuse so she can still get revenge on Mizuno and cover up the cheating thing," he moaned, his head flopping onto the table in total defeat with a nasty sounding thud. "I am such a loser!"

"Hmmm, I guess, as Ami's friend, I could find it in my heart to help you. At least, I'll get her to hear your side," Usagi reasoned, thoughtfully cupping her chin with one slender hand. Thinking she might be something like her cousin Minako, Zack quickly looked up with a faintly alarmed expression on his face (bearing a strong resemblance to a deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck).

"Uh… don't worry about it! I can handle it on my own," he interjected, pasting on a pained smile. Usagi patted his head with a huge grin on her face.

"No need to thank me!"

"Really, it's all right, Usa," Zack blurted, his smile turning rather panicked.

"Besides, I couldn't possibly do any worse than you!" she cheerily announced. Zack groaned and slumped in his seat, surrendering to the inevitable (may the higher powers have mercy on him…). Meanwhile, Chiba felt a twinge of pity for his rival's abject misery and decided to delay his messy death for the moment (but only for the moment).

AN2: Ha ha! I finished another chapter! Now, I have to go write the epilogue of Farewell. Oh crap...

Ages-

Minako Aino- 17

Mamoru Chiba- 17

Belle Fonce- 17

Motoki Andrew Furuhata- 17, almost 18

Tatsuya Zachary Furuhata- 15, almost 16

Ami Mizuno- 15

Usagi Tsukino- 16