Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Between Two Worlds ❯ Chapter 5

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Hey, I'm cranking the chapters out faster now! Proud? Less annoyed, at least? Anyhoo, I think this next one will really throw ya for a loop. If ya get a bit confused, then I did my job right! Enjoy!




"Not quite," Vegeta stared back at her, his trademark smirk adorning his face.

"Vegeta!" Bulma and Trunks were now outside, both thrown by Vegeta's sudden
appearance.

"Where the hell have you been?" Bulma exploded, her voice a mixture of anger and
relief. Not waiting for a reply, she rushed over and threw her arms around him tightly.
"I was so worried."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he replied gruffly, pushing her away, but not before
squeezing her hand in reassurance.

"Father, I've been out searching for you, but I couldn't find anything," Trunks spoke
up. "Where were you?"

"On a manhunt." Vegeta's piercing black eyes glared at Usagi. "And she knows
who I was after."

A confused look crossed over Usagi's face. "I do?"

"Whose name did you call just now? Who is Mamoru?"

"Mamoru?" A flood of memories rushed back at the sound of his name. He
making fun of her odangos and she screaming at him. They fighting side by side as
Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen. Finding out they were reincarnated lovers of the past.
Hugs and kisses and vows of love. And then, that last battle... Something tugged at
her memory, but it still wouldn't come to her.

"He may be the person after you," Trunks put in.

Usagi had a sinking feeling in her chest. Were they really accusing him? "Iie!"
she cried out, surprising even Vegeta. "He's not the one! He can't be!"

With that, she flew past everyone into the house, slamming the door behind her.

"Hmph!" Without warning, Vegeta flew off.

Trunks moved to go after him, but Bulma placed a hand on his arm. "Let him be for
now."

He stared at his mother for a good, long moment before sighing. "Fine, I'll let him
go. But I am going to check on Usagi."

Bulma complied, and Trunks made his way through the house until he was
standing outside of her room.

Before he could knock, Usagi called, "Come in."

'How did she know?' Entering the room, a wave of hopelessness and guilt washed
over him. Since Usagi had no reliable memories or a clue as to who this assassin is,
she needs to be protected. But so far, they had been failing miserably.

"It's not your fault," Usagi interrupted his thoughts. She sat on a red-cushioned
bench by the bay window, staring up at the moon fading out in the engulfing sunlight.

"You... know what I was thinking?" He stepped up to her.

"I don't read minds; I read emotions," she corrected, turning to stare him straight in
the eye. "You're feeling guilty because you can't seem to protect me from this faceless
enemy. It's not your fault," she reassured him as his chin dropped in defeat.

"You've gotten hurt so many times."

"But that's not your fault! You've tried to protect me, and that's what counts. I
know none of you would ever let anything happen to me."

"I still feel guilty..."

Usagi leaned her head on his stomach, wrapping her arms around his waist in a
hug that meant more to him than any words she could have spoken.

She pulled back, tugging on Trunks' hands so he was sitting beside her. "Listen to
me," she told him softly but firmly. "Out of everyone, you are the person most
determined to keep me safe. Iie, listen to me," she cut him off when he moved to
speak. "I have every faith that you will protect me as best you can. That's all you can
do."

"How can you put so much trust in me after what happened to you?" Trunks shook
his head.

"It wasn't your fault."

At that moment, from the way she looked at him, he knew she spoke the truth.
"Arigato."

"For what?" Usagi was clearly surprised.

"For everything. For being you." Before he realized what he was doing, Trunks
leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers.

Usagi stiffened. 'Did he...'

He pulled away quickly, searching her face. 'Did I just...'

"Gomen nasai, Usagi," he spit out, flustered. "I didn't mean to kiss you. It just
happened..."

"Don't be sorry."

"Nani?"

"Don't be sorry," Usagi repeated, eyes shining. "I'm not."

Trunks could hardly believe his ears. She wasn't upset? Iie, far from it.

Too caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice Usagi inching closer until her lips
met his once again. His eyes widened, locking on hers.

Usagi's mouth curled into a smile against his as she closed her eyes.

How could Trunks not respond? He pulled her closer, showering her with kisses
that made both of their hearts race. He relished every detail: her soft lips, the faint
smell of roses in her hair, the way her fingertips pressed into his back ever so gently...
He never wanted the moment to end.

But Usagi pulled away, much to Trunks' disappointment. One of her hands
lingered on his knee; the other covered her mouth.

"Nani? What is it?"

"Mamoru."

That one name sucked any remaining magic out of the room. A tight knot began to
form in Trunks' stomach. He didn't want to ask, but he knew he had to. "Who is this
Mamoru?"

Gaze down, Usagi answered in barely a whisper, "My boyfriend."

'Such would be the reason she pulled away from me,' he thought numbly. "Why
didn't you tell me?"

"I just remembered a few moments ago," she answered meekly, knowing that the
reply was a weak one at best. But Trunks seemed to believe her.

"What do you remember?"

She thought a minute, trying to find a place to begin. "We hated each other. He
used to call me Odango Atama, and I wanted to punch him for it. We tolerated each
other after a while, I guess. And then I found out he was Tuxedo Kamen, whom we had
been fighting alongside. After we found the ginzouishou, all of the memories I had lost
from the Moon Kingdom had come back. Mamoru and I had been ill-fated lovers that
were reborn on the earth, thanks to my mother, Queen Serenity. We'd struggled
almost every step of the way, but we managed to find our way back to each other."

"It sounds very... destined."

"Hai..." But something still plagued Usagi, and she couldn't pinpoint where her
uneasy feeling was coming from. 'That last battle...' If only she could remember more
about what had happened. "Something isn't right..."

"What do you mean?"

"That battle I was in before I came here. I know a piece of it is missing, but I don't
know what that piece is. Why can't I remember anything important?"

"Just concentrate," Trunks urged her, just as anxious as she was to get some
answers.

She paused. "We were standing together, all six of us. The other senshi, Tuxedo
Kamen, and me. That battle had just begun, but I didn't know it was about to end
also..."

"What happened?"

Shaking her head, she muttered, "That's just it. I don't remember."

"It's all right; there's no rush." He squeezed her shoulder gently. "You'll remember
in time."

"Yeah... But all this remembering didn't stop me from..." she trailed off.

"From what?" he pressed.

She looked up at him. "From liking you."

Taken off guard by her confession, Trunks couldn't manage an answer.

"The thing is, I have this boyfriend that I'm supposed to love very much. But when
I'm with you, I feel warm, and safe, and so completely happy. On thing I don't feel
when I'm with you, though, is guilty." Then he didn't reply she continued. "I don't know
why I feel this way, but I do."

"I feel the same way," he finally spoke. "I've tried to deny it, but the feelings won't
go away. I can't stay away from you."

"I don't want you to," she whispered, leaning in closer to him.

Just then the window shattered, glass showering around them from behind.

Usagi screamed, ducking her head. When there was no more glass in the air, she
raised her head and looked outside. 'Did I just see... a flash of a black cape?'

Before Trunks could even say anything, Usagi had jumped out the window. Even
more to his amazement, she was flying! He quickly started after her.


Eyes darting back and forth, Usagi flew in what she hoped was the direction of the
mysterious stalker. Her thoughts were fuzzy, pulsing through her head faster than she
could comprehend them.

She just didn't get it. She's been in this new place for over a week. Her memories
were slowly returning to her. She's been attacked and hurt on several occasions, and
now two worlds seemed to be colliding around her.

A wave of uncertainty washing over her, Usagi's speed faltered. Could she do this?
Did she really have the courage to stand up to the person she hoped it wasn't? Well,
she was about to find out.

Stopping abruptly, she descended until her feet touched the solid earth below.
Sapphire eyes scrutinized the area around her. To the normal human, all that was
visible were the trees. But Usagi's eyes were trained to see past the outer layer, past
the shell and straight into the tangled interior.

And then she saw him.

"You can come out now," she called, stoic. "I know you're here."

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure stepped out of the shadows.

Usagi's heart stopped. Although she had had her suspicions, nothing could have
prepared her for actually having to face her worst nightmare.

"Mamoru?" her voice choked out his name.

"So now you know," he sneered, arms crossed defiantly across his broad chest.

"It... really was you?" She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream and stomp her
feet and shake him until he admitted that everything had just been some cruel, inane
joke. She silently pleaded for him to burst out laughing and say that he had fooled her.

But he didn't. And she knew that it wasn't a joke.

"Poor, poor Usagi, always out of the loop," he drawled, each syllable dripping with
false concern. "You always were the last to know what was going on." His face
hardened. "And now you'll pay dearly for it!"

Usagi watched in horror as Mamoru transformed into Tuxedo Kamen in the blink of
an eye, his once-cane morphing into a sword of the deadliest steel. She was barely
able to jump out of the way when he flew past, close enough for her to touch.

"Why are you doing this?" she cried, frantically searching his eyes for any
remnants of the man she once knew.

But his eyes were cold, as cold as the steel of the blade aimed at her. He
smirked. "Oh, Usagi, you always were weak. Always relying on your precious senshi
to protect you and clean up after all the messes you made. It's a wonder you're still
alive! Now, don't fight this. You know you'll only lose in the end." He took a step
toward her.

"Iie, you can't," she whimpered hoarsely, shaking her head.

He took another step.

"Matte, we can talk about this! If we just calm down, I'm sure we-"

"Typical!" he interrupted. "Sailor Moon never wanted to fight. She only talked.
That's what makes you weak. You cannot win against me!" Once again he ran at her,
ready to strike.

Usagi willed him to stop, but he didn't. As he raised his sword high she screamed.


Her own scream woke her. Falling out of bed, she hit the floor hard. Gasping for
breath, Usagi looked around. She was in her room. Her room. Her own room.
'Demo... How did I make it back home?'

Standing quickly, she surveyed the room. Everything looked to be in its place.
Clothes strewn at the foot of the closet, makeup cluttered the desk, her stuffed rabbit
sitting perfectly straight on the nightstand...

"I don't get it," she thought aloud. "Was it all just a dream?"

"Hardly."

Usagi spun around. There stood Mamoru, sword in hand, ready to slice her into
two.

She screamed.


"Usagi. Usagi? Usagi, wake up!"

At the insistent yell her eyes opened. She snapped up, confused. "I'm not home,"
she whispered in disbelief.

"Home? This is home for now," Trunks told her cautiously, trying not to overload
the poor girl.

"Iie, my other home..." She tried to explain. "I was outside, and then I woke up
and I was home, but he was there waiting for me. He almost killed me."

"You mean Mamoru?" Trunks questioned, trying to keep the loathing out of his
voice.

"Where is he?" she began to panic.

"I got there just as he was going to strike you with his blade. He took off before I
could get to him. Then you passed out."

"He was real?" Usagi collapsed in exhaustion against Trunks' chest, almost
instantly falling asleep. She unconsciously tangled her fingers in the front of his shirt.

'Don't worry, Usagi,' he thought fondly, stroking the girl's back gently. 'I won't let
anyone hurt you.'



Ah, there's nothing like tragedy to bring two people closer together... or wrench them farther apart. See, this chapter wasn't so much a cliffie as the others were, so be happy! Review! I love to hear from you guys!!