Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Heart, ... and Mind ❯ Mind ( Chapter 2 )

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Heart,... and Mind
by Amby-chan aka Lady Ambre
amby-chan@sailormoon.com

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Hey! Yes, it's the next part of the Heart,... and Mind saga! I'm pretty sure there are going to be three parts. I already know what's going to happen, it's just a matter of how long it turns out to be and whether or not it comes out the way it's supposed to.

So.. Remember to review it for me and make sure it gets to me! Thanks! Email at the bottom, and ENJOY!!
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Part Two: Mind


Mihari paused, resting her hand on the cool marble table top, cultured fingers curling around her hands, clenched together so tight that her knuckles were white. Her soft blue eyes watched her sister carefully, watching for the slightest twinge of pain to use as an excuse to keep the fraile girl home. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Mikasuki, Mika for sort, raised her head to look at her older sister, her own blue eyes twinkling with amusement at her sister's over protectiveness, running a hand through her short ebony hair, grinning still. "You worry too much. I'll be fine."

"No.. No, I don't worry too much," Mihari said, crossing the room to her little sister, putting a hand on her thin shoulder. Gods, she still looked so thin. She'd been so close to dying; Mihari had been so afraid... She ignored the clench in her heart that the thought of losing Mika caused, managing to smile at her bright, spritely little sister.

"Sis! I'm fine! The doc says I've fully recovered from my.." Her eyes darkened slightly, matching the darkness in Mihari's that both felt at this statement, "...illness. I'm going to be fine." She shook the darkness from her eyes and smiled brightly, a false brightness to be sure, but at least she was making the effort. "Sides, it's just school. What can be so bad about that?"

"Sister dear, school can be one of the most dangerous places to be." Mika shot Mihari a look, but the elder didn't deem it necessary to illuminate on that point. Mika shrugged. She'd be late if she didn't get down to the bus stop in the next five minutes. As if sensing her thoughts, Mihari held out a small lunch bag, decorated with hearts, moons, and suns. Mika grinned and squealed delightedly over it. She knew the food inside would be prepared to perfection. She herself couldn't boil water, but her older sister was simply amazing with food. She could have been a chef for one of the best restaurant in Tokyo.

"Thanks sis! I'd better get down to the bus stop.." Mika reached out and snagged her backpack. She wore her school uniform with a black turtleneck underneath and black stockings under the long skirt. She had special permission; it was her "illness".

It was really to cover the hideous scars that crisscrossed the young girl's body, evidence of the tragic accident she and their parents had endured. Mihari reached out and caught her sister's wrist, grinning. "Why don't I drive you? I can be late, just today..."

Mika grinned widely. "That'd be great!" She didn't look forward to school, despite all the reassurances she'd given Mihari. It'd just be another place for people to stare at her, gawk at her, whisper about her and mock her. She smiled at Mihari, her only real friend, the only one who really loved her or would every really love her. She didn't care, Mihari was more than enough for her.

Mihari grinned widely. "All right, then. Let's go." She slipped her arm around Mika's shoulder and the two started out, after Mihari grabbed her purse. Mihari was one of the advisors for a law firm that was really big in Tokyo. From what Mika gathered from her elder sister herself and others, Mihari was one of the smartest, most wily of the advisors. The firm had won several cases because of her.

The two headed for the elevator to take them down to the first floor, where Shitsuji, their butler and steward, had prepared the car. On the way they waved to Karei, the maid for the condo. She smiled, waved, and continued dusting.

Mika was slightly paler than usual, her shoulders set in that "I'm tense" position. Mihari glanced at her several times as they climbed into the sleek black Ferrari and pulled out of the parking lot towards the school. The drive was conducted in silence that said both were worried about the day to come, Mihari on Mika's behalf and Mika because of her dream.

For as long as she could remember, Mika had gotten dreams. Horrible dreams, dreams filled with flashes of strange power and undescribable pain. They seemed to be portends, but always at the end a splendid golden-haired princess would offer her hands to Mika. "Come back to us..." And the dream would end. She couldn't help but think that it meant something horrible was about to happen to Mihari. Whenever the dream came, it was always somehow distant, as if it wasn't really through her eyes, she was simply picking up on it, like someone would listen to a raidio.

"Miko?" Mika turned her head to look at her sister. Miko was her sister's pet name for her, had been ever since they were kids growing up together. Mika smiled softly, reassuringly, noticing absently that they were at school already. Mihari reached out and grasped her sister's hand. "Do you want me to come in with you?"

"No, I'll be alright." Mika hugged her sister then got out of the car quickly, heading for the school. She turned slightly to wave over her shoulder, calling back. "See you when I get home, 'Ari!"

Mihari watched her go, glanced around, then opened her hand. In her palm was a small pin, glistening brightly. She curled her fingers back around the shining object, and sighed. She'd better get to work. She didn't want to be late again. Last time Mr. Bengoshi had nearly had a heart attack. So, shifting into gear, she headed for work.


Ami scribbled hastily on a notepad, her black sweater stark against the brightness of the classroom. She and the other Scouts had taken to wearing black, still in mourning. Yet just that minute she'd detected something.. something odd. She glanced up from her desk to see a new student standing in front of the class. Odd, an exchange student this close to the end of the school year? Ami shrugged it off. The girl looked as if she was ready to faint at any moment: she was pale and trembling slightly, her eyes looking down ward, slightly curly ebony hair reaching down a couple inches past her shoulders. Ami glanced at Mina and then Lita. Lita was staring off into space while Mina was also writing, doodling perhaps because her pen was moving in slow, lazy circles.

The teacher said something more, the usual lecture that they'd all heard so many times before, and told the girl to take a seat in back of Mina. Ami glanced at her one more, then the lesson began.


Mika was miserable. All the kids seemed to have their own little cliches, and were avoiding her. She was sure that her strange dress had more than something to do with it. People always figured she had some sort of highly communicable disease when they saw her and few were brave enough to approach her. She sighed, sitting down underneath a tree, unfolding the lunch Mihari had lovingly prepared for her. There was even a little note in it wishing her a happy day, and Mika smiled widely.

It helped her get through the rest of the day, which, if possible, was even worse than it had been before. As she was walking home, for she didn't feel like taking the bus, she fought back tears. She hated being alone.. She wanted to be home right then with Mihari, who loved her and accepted her for who she really was.

She sighed, brushed the tears out of her sky-blue eyes, and kept walking.

Suddenly there was a loud crash, making her skid to the side nervously as a man strode towards her. He'd dropped the boxes he was carrying.. She must have offended these people in some way, yet again. She felt tears grow in her eyes, only to gasp in surprise when the man's hands wound around her upper arms. She hadn't realized he'd come towards her and now he was right in front of her, his grip as strong and hard as steel.

A startled gasp tore from her throat as her ebony hair flew around her, her eyes meeting the blue eyes and black hair of another. He was tall, and elegant, surely a man of good taste. Yet his face was lined, etched with fatigue and grief, stark against his young appearance.

"Oh.. kami..." His azure eyes seared her skin as they swept over her trembling frame, his hands gripping her so tightly they hurt. Mika stared up at him, trying not to scream, terror in her eyes. As if sensing her fear, the man suddenly released her, not drawing away. "Usako?" His voice was soft and searching, tender.

It struck a chord deep within her. She hated it immediately. His voice, the very timbre of it, what he called her,.. she hated what it did to her. Such pain and hurt welled up in her at it along with a profusion of fear and confusion that she instinctively lashed out at him, pushing him away. "No!" She stumbled back, her books scattered on the pavement. "I don't know who you're talking about. My name isn't Usako! It's Mikasuki -- not Usako!! Not Usako," she repeated softly, almost as if forcing herself to believe it. Gods, what was happening??

He hadn't heard a word she'd said. "It is you! I know your voice, I know the way you move, your eyes. You're my Usako!" He reached out and pulled her to him, crushing her to his wide chest. She felt a thousand sears of pain, pulling at each of the wounds that were just barely healed, whimpering softly with pain that he didn't seem to know he was causing her.

Mika cried out again, struggling softly. "Stop please!" She gasped out, tears falling down her face. "Please.. Help me..." But he couldn't hear her. He was holding her against him, stroking her hair, murmuring about his Usako, how much he'd missed her. He was too strong; she was too weak.. She couldn't get away from him and there wasn't anybody around to help her. "Help me!" she cried to the empty air, feeling the pain take her toward unconciousness. She was so tired... "Help me..."

"MIKO!" The cry was like an eagle's scream, renting the still air apart. Then Mihari was there like a whirlwind, pulling Mika away from the man, a well-place punch and kick sending him reeling back. "Leave my sister alone bastard!" She hissed, standing between Mika and the man.

"It's you again!" The man staggered to his feet, blue eyes glittering with rage. "It's you, you witch! You took her away from us, left us thinking she was dead! But she isn't! You can't have her, Enjou. You can't. I won't let you. She deserves to be with us."

Mika pulled her legs up under herself, her arms wrapped tightly around her shaking form. She was so scared so.. there was something else inside of her begging to get out, but she didn't know what it was, what the key was to releasing whatever it was. And now the man was talking like he knew Mihari, knew both of them. But it was impossible! They'd just moved to Tokyo, and before that they'd never lived anywhere near Japan, even though they'd moved a lot...

"You don't deserve my Miko, even if we knew what you were talking about! Gods! If you truly cared about her, you would have realized how much pain you put her through!" Mihari's voice was shaking with anger and rage. Spitting on the ground in front of the man, her voice took on a deadly softness. "Stay away from her, bastard. If you don't, your fate, I'll assure you, will be much worse than you could have ever dreamed of."

She turned then, kneeling by Mika, wrapping her sister in soft, warm, loving arms. "Oh gods, Miko. Are you all right? Are you all right my dearest sister?" Mika couldn't speak. Her throat was clogged with tears and fear so she simply nodded slightly. Mihari slid her arms under Mika's knees and behind her back and lifted her as if she were nothing more than a paperweight.

"Let's go home now, all right?" Mika buried her face in Mihari's chest, fighting back tears, nodding furiously. Then Mihari cast one more glance at the man, her eyes taking on a dark irredescence for one split second, one downward swoop of her long eyelashes.

"Stay away from my moon child, Mamoru Chiba."

And then she turned and carried Mika off towards the apartment, leaving Mamoru alone in the small street.


"It was her."

The shadows seem to jump and leap at the simple statement that fell into the small room like a ton of bricks. Ami jumped slightly at the dark ominous ring to them, glancing around at Minako who stared out the window without seeing anything, Makoto who looked as if she was ready to tear something apart, and Rei who seemed as if she wasn't listening. Ami turned her eyes back to Mamoru, who stood silently near the entrance, black hair falling in haunted blue eyes, hands jabbed viciously into their pockets. She cleared her throat, hesitant to break the silence.

"How do you know?"

Mamoru turned his eyes back to Ami, and she couldn't help but flinch under their heavy gaze. "I would know Usako no matter what disguise the witch puts on her. It was Usako. She's alive."

"Then why did she go with Enjou? Mamoru, if it really was Usagi, wouldn't she have been glad to see you? From what you say, she seemed terrified of you." Rei spoke now, raising her dark brown eyes to stare at Mamoru, her brow furrowed. Above anything else she wanted to believe Usagi was alive. It would mean she hadn't lost the one friend she valued above all others.. It would mean she'd have a second chance to make amends. But...

"We can't just believe you, Mamoru. Believe me, we want to, but.. You're forgetting, we were there. We saw what Sailormoon looked like. How could she still be alive?" Minako's voice was soft, slightly husky from the grief they all felt so clearly.

"You don't believe me?.. Fine. I'll prove it to you. Tomorrow."

The girls exchanged glances with each other, their eyes speaking of their reluctance to believe. Yet they saw in each others' eyes the same sparkling hope that they had always kept in their hearts for the many months Usagi had been dead that would not be denied. They looked to Minako; in Sailormoon's absense, she had quietly and subtly assumed the roles of leadership.

"All right, Mamoru. We'll go with you. Just.." She paused, then look at them. "Who's going to tell Luna and Artemis?"

"You don't need to worry about that, Minako. We heard it all." They started as one as Luna and Artemis stepped out of the shadows behind Rei's bed, all except Rei. She looked away guiltily as the eyes of the other girls fell on her.

"It felt wrong.. leaving them.. out of it. I couldn't let that happen..."

Makoto glanced at the other three, then down at the cats, then back to Rei, a small, wan smile spreading over her lips. "It's all right Rei. It's probably better that they were here anyways."

"So what are we waiting for?" Artemis demanded. "Let's hear what Mamoru has planned. If this girl is really Usagi, we need to know. We can't let Enjou have her. She's ours! She's our Queen, our leader, our Princess, our friend. Enjou has no right to her."

"You're right Artemis." Luna turned to Darien, her red eyes falling on him. He stared at her quietly. He'd long known that Luna didn't approve of his and Usagi's relationship. She thought that he was too old for her charge, and that he would only distract Usagi, and get her harmed needlessly. Now would be the perfect time for her to prove her judgements wrong -- they both knew it. But instead of a frown, a small hopeful smile spread over her feline features.

"Let's hear it Mamoru."

Mamoru stared at her incredulously, and then smiled slightly in reply. Nodding to her in quiet acceptance of her approval, he turned to the others, cleared his throat..

and began to speak.


"You're not going tomorrow."

Mika curled her fingers around the mug that Mihari offered to her, the same way she was curled up on the couch, pillows tucked around her and a blanket wrapped around her thin frame. A first aid kit sat on the small coffee table, pushed out of the way, the bandages all gone. They'd had to use all of them to bandage the wounds, just barely healed, that Mamoru's attack had reopened.

"I can't stay home, 'Ari. I have classes.."

"I don't care." Mihari sat down on the edge of the couch, reaching up to brush a lock of ebony hair from Mika's sky blue eyes, smiling gently, lovingly. "I'm not going to run the risk of that bastard attacking you again. Especially not until you're stronger. I nearly lost you once, I'm not going to loose you again."

Mika smiled softly, trying to put some type of humor into her voice. "You talk as if I'll just up and disappear one day."

Mihari's smile was full of false humor. Both could feel the seriousness that colored her tones as she spoke softly, her fingers curling around Mika's hand, gently holding her as if she was indeed afraid Mika would simply disappear.

"We all know this world isn't fit for moon angels.." Mika smiled softly in recognization of the reference to their childhood. When Mika was young, she'd suffered by nightmares that came every night to terrify her without fail. Mihari, woken by her little sister's anguished cires, would come into her room and hug her, tell her she loved her, and then tell her stories until she fell asleep.

She told stories of a great and glorious kingdom that had once existed on the Moon, ruled by a gentle and splended Queen and her daughter. She told of how the daughter was protected by her own older sister -- a tall and fierce warrior from the Sun. She told of how Queen Beryl, an evil witch, had tried to kill the Princess by using a man to get under her guard and put her under a spell. At these parts, Mika would always squeal in horror, then fall laughing under the attacks of Mihari's fingers as she demanded Mika's silence so she could complete her tale.

Then they'd quiet and Mihari would continue, telling of the great battle in which the Moon Princess was attacked by the Witch and the Demon-man from the Negative World. Mika's eyes would grow wide as Mihari described the fall of the Guardians of the Moon Princess, who were to weak to defend their Princess. The only one, she'd said in a soft tone, who could save the Moon Princess, was her older sister, who, in a great and glorious battle, slew both the Witch and the Demon-man, restoring the peace to the kingdom.

And as she told of the great celebrations that followed the triumph of the Moon Kingdom, Mika's eyes would droop. Mihari would finish the tale in a whispered voice as she tucked Mika into her bed, her last words slipping into the silence as she slowly closed the door.

"All right 'Ari.." Mika said after a moment, smiling slightly. "I'll stay home. But you have to go get my school work for me and make sure I don't get in trouble. Deal?"

Mihari grinned widely, delightedly this time, reaching for Mika's empty mug with a slight grin. "Deal, sis. Now, how many marshmallows do you want in your hot cocoa?" She knew of Mika's obsession with marshmallows and wasn't surprised at the answer she received.

"How many bags do we have?"


"This isn't good."

Minako turned from the window to look at Makoto, Ami, and then at Mika's empty seat. The girl hadn't come to school today. Mamoru must have scared her more than he had thought he had, she thought with a small frown. "No.. it isn't."

"How will we know if it's really Usagi if we never see her again? God damn you Enjou. When I get my hands on you.." Makoto's sentance faded into a soft snarl as she ground her fist into her palm, her green eyes hard as diamonds. Ami glanced at her, and then at Minako.

"We will see her again. Enjou won't let her supposed victory over us go without us knowing it. She's the type that would gloat continually. That is her weakness.. That will be her undoing. We've just got to be patient. She's like a rabbit who's seen a fox. If we wait long enough, the rabbit will show herself again." Ami smiled at the slightly surprised expressions that greeted her analogy. It had been intended to shake them out of their anger and fury and it had done its job.

"Well. If she doesn't show herself we'll just have to wait till-" Her lips started to form the word "tomorrow", but froze as she turned to stare out the door. "That bitch!" she hissed. "This is unreal!"

"What?" Makoto rose from her pose leaning against the wall to follow Minako's eyes. There she was! Enjou, standing there, talking to the teacher, Hoshiotome-san. Then Hoshiotome-san handed Enjou a stack of papers, placing one of those yellow homework slips on top of it. They knew immediately what had happened. Enjou had kept Usagi at whatever their hideout was, coming to get her homework for her.

"Bitch-" Makoto started for the door, but Ami and Minako hurried grasped her hand and arm, pulling her back.

"Not here!" Minako hissed out the side of her mouth, their eyes all still glued on Enjou.

Then, as if sensing their gazes, Enjou straightened slightly, turning her head with almost agonizing slowness. Her eyes fell on them, and for a moment she didn't seem as if she recognized them. Then her lips parted in a small smile, and she seemed to be laughing at them, mouthing two words at them through the distance. They weren't lip readers, but they knew what she'd said.

"She's mine."


Their feet pounded on the pavement, their breaths coming in short gasps as they ran, racing along like the wind. Luna and Artemis at their heels, dodging through the crowds, they chased the elusive figure ahead of them that sometimes disappeared, sometimes appeared as clear as a black shadows against the sun.

They'd called Rei, Mamoru, and the cats after seeing Enjou at their school, and now all of them were close on Enjou's heels. The thing was, she seemed to be taunting them, teasing them, waiting for them to catch up with her only to flit away down the streets.

She was leading them to a trap.

They were sure of it, but it didn't diminish the resolve that strengthened their already aching feet, kept their bodies moving at full speed after Enjou's figure.

And then, they slid to a stop as one, their foe staring at them from across an abandoned building's parking lot. One or two cars were shoved to one side, but for the main part it was deserted and bare. Chests heaving, fists clenched, they stared as one at her, then, in unison, thrust their hands into the skies.

"VENUS STAR POWER!"

"MARS STAR POWER!"

"MERCURY STAR POWER!"

"JUPITER STAR POWER!"

Tuxedokamen beind them, the Sailor Senshi faced Enjou as one, their eyes as hard as diamonds glittering in the fading sunlight. Enjou's shifting, irredescent eyes focused on them, and then she laughed softly, her face contorted in rage.

"It's about time you got here. Now I can dispose of you all without any threat to my tenshi no tsuki and we will finally have the peace we deserve, without your constant threats and petty disagreements! Without you ever hurting her again!" Her voice hit a painfully high pitch, reminding Sailormercury of the tales of bean sidhes from Irish mythology.

"I agree! It's about time we end this, though you will be the one to die Enjou!" Sailorvenus stepped forward, taking the lead, assuming the responsiblity. It should have been Sailormoon, they thought as one. She should have been here, making a stupid, goofy speech, acting immature, breaking the tension with her airheadedness. She should have been there.

It was Enjou's fault she wasn't. She must die.

"VENUS CRESCENT BEAM SHOWER!"

"JUPITER THUNDER DRAGON!"

Enjou disappeared, reappearing to one side of them, her hands flinging up with a sudden vicious cry ripping from her throat. Sailorvenus and Sailorjupiter were lifted up and flung back against the wall of the building on the other side of the lot, their cries of pain echoing hollowly.

"Jupiter! Venus! Girls be careful!!" Luna cried, turning slightly as she and Artemis dashed towards the fallen Senshi. Sailormercury and Sailormars nodded their understanding, and turned to the attack, screaming out their phrases as a flurry of roses whistled past them, all aiming for Enjou.

Yet she simply laughed, seeming to get more amusement than worry for the maelstrom of powers surging towards her. Holding up her hands agian, the attacks seemed to freeze in midair, then suddenly, they turned and began to fly back at the Senshi and Tuxedokamen.

As Sailormercury flung herself to the side, she could almost hear Enjou's voice, soft as a whisper, repeating a phrase that made Sailormercury's heart freeze within her.

"Solar Reflection!"

"KAMI!" She stumbled to her feet to see all the others also crawling to their feet, Sailormars and Tuxedokamen having dodged their attacks and Sailorvenus and Sailorjupiter recovering from Enjou's attack. "She's a Senshi! Do you hear me? She's a Sailor Senshi!!"

"What?!" Sailorvenus turned to stare at Enjou, her eyes narrowed. Then, suddenly they widened. The woman was simply standing there, one hand on her hip, apparently waiting for them to figure it out. "You are!" Sailorvenus gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "You're the Solar Senshi! You're Princess Taiyouna of the Sun Kingdom!"

"Taiyouna?" Tuxedokamen repeated softly, staring at Enjou as well. The woman's face was twisted with contempt and impatience, as if it were taking all of her willpower not to simply strike them down where they stood. Her voice was a defiant shout. "Yes! I am Taiyouna! I am the Princess of the Sun!"

And then she flung her hand into the air.

"SOLAR CRYSTAL POWER!" There was a light, too bright to see, as rays from the setting sun behind her reached out and wrapped around her, spinning her in their grasp. They threw their hands up to protect themselves from the light that seemed to grip and tear at them, searing their flesh and whipping their hair out in back of them.

And then she stepped out of the light, the light dying away without her there to fuel it. Her outfit resembled nothing they'd ever seen, though they did not know that it was an Eternal outfit. They would not see anything like hers until Eternal Sailormoon was born. A long gold cape flowed out in back of her as she stepped forward, raising a hand.

"I am Sailorsol, ruler of the Sun Kingdom and protector of the Silver Millenium. I am the herald of the end of the world as you know it. And now that you've discovered my identity.. I'm going to kill you. All of you."

"NOO!"

The cry was like a wounded animal's, like the scream of a rabbit in the jaws of a fox, and they turned as one to see Mikasuki standing near the road. She screamed again, gripping at her head, where competing signs were flashing on her forehead. A circle with a cross drawn through it would be replaced by a crescent moon, then be the replacer.

"Miko!" Sailorsol started towards her, her cry sounding out starkly against the cries of "Usagi!" and "Sailormoon!" that came from the other Senshi. The enemies stopped and stared at each other, fists clenching, hate glittering in rock-hard eyes.

"No please! No, I'm happy! Please no.." The girl fell to her knees, clenching her head. "No I'm free! I'm at please! Oh kami, please leave me alone! Please.. LEAVE ME ALONE!"

She threw her head back and screamed, and inhumane sound that ripped at their throats, a blinding flash of light streaking like lightining from the sky, surrounding her in a globe of white, hiding her from their eyes.

Then the light sucked in, disappearing into the form of the Moon Princess who stood there, her dress rippling out in back of her, tears forming in her eyes and falling like rain off of her cheeks to hang suspended in midair, floating like little stars around her in a protective dome.

"Usako!" came the choked cry as Tuxedokamem pushed himself to his feet to go to her. But the Princess recoiled as if struck, pushing him away with her hands. He slid back, unhurt physically, emotionally devastatedly. She stared at the Senshi for a moment, as if bewildered, shaking her head slightly, her hands held up in front of her, long blonde hair floating out in back of her.

"No! Stay there!" Princess Serenity stared at them, as if they were the Negaverse themselves. Then she shook her head again, violently, her eyes hardening against them. "Just leave me alone! Please!"

"Usagi! You've got your memory back! You're alive! Join us, please, help us! We can't destroy Sailorsol without your help!" Sailorvenus's plea was softly but urgently spoken as she stepped forward, her hands spread wide in a indication of their need for her.

"Kill Sailorsol..?" Princess Serenity repeated softly, her tone that of a lost child, confused and alone.

"Don't be fooled by them again, my sister! I'm the only one who truly loves you! I'm the only one who can give you the peace and safety you deserve. They betrayed you! When you needed them most they gave up on you! But I never will!! I never have!! Do you remember when.. when you used to have nightmares.. I'd come tell you stories of the Queens of the Moon before you, and stories of the Kingdom I was fated to rule, the Kingdom of the Sun..? Do you remember? I wouldn't let you suffer then, and I wouldn't let you suffer now!" Sailorsol held her arms out to Princess Serenity, tears glistening on her cheeks. "I'm Taiyouna. I'm your big sister.. remember? I've always kept you safe.. I always will keep you safe... I love you, I'll protect you because they can't... I won't hurt. I'd rather die before I hurt you.."

"You'd protect me.." Princess Serenity said softly, looking at Sailorsol. Then she smiled softly, taking one step towards Sailorsol. "You wouldn't ever hurt me..."

"NO USAKO! DON'T!!" Tuxedokamen leaped foward, flicking out with one hand. Sailorsol wasn't prepared. She was concentrated on her younger sister, her arms held out, waiting with trembling limbs for her sister to come to her protecting embrace.

"NOOOO!" Sailorsol's head snapped around to see the rose whistling towards her as Princess Serenity cried out in horror and warning. Sailorsol cried out softly as the rose buried itself in her right upper chest, a crimson stain blossoming out, contrasting sharply against her white uniform. "TAIYOUNA!!" Princess Serenity screamed agian, dashing to her sister as Sailorsol sank to her knees. She fell to her knees next to her sister, weeping and murmuring senseless words about a doctor and a hospital.

"U.. Usa..ko..." Tuxedokamen reached out, unable to believe that Usagi had gone to Sailorsol, who had called herself Enjou, who had killed Usagi and then kidnapped her! Princess Serenity reacted violently, her eyes coloring so dark with her rage they were nearly black.

"STAY AWAY FROM US!! You bastard! I hate you! I HATE YOU!! Tai was right! You don't love me. You never did! You just wanted the power that I held as Princess!!! I thought you loved me, but if you truly had you wouldn't have hurt Tai!"

"But Serenity, she was trying to kill us!" Sailormars burst out in anger. "You stupid odango atama how can you be so blind? Open your eyes! She's evil! She's the enemy! She tried to kill us and she nearly killed you or have you forgotten that?!?!"

"Shut up Rei!" Serenity snarled in reply. "You always hated me, always said that you'd be better off without me. Now here's your chance! I'm leaving. I don't want you to come after us. Leave us alone! Do you hear me? LEAVE US ALONE!!!"

And then she turned, folding her arms around Sailorsol, who was gripping the embedded rose, her soft whimpers of pain audible in the stunned silence that followed Serenity's pronouncement. Princess Serenity closed her eyes, a soft light building up around them. A storm of cherry blossom petals rose up around them, causing the Senshi to throw up their hands to ward off the petals that were flung with such force they stung.

When the petals died down, the Princesses were gone.


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And that's it! That's where this Chapter ends! Don't worry, there's one more Chapter, called Heart and Mind. D'you get it? The title of the fic is Heart,...and Mind, and the first one was called Mind, this one was called Heart.. the finishing one is both of em! Pretty lame, huh?

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So. That's it! I'm out until the next chapter!!

Without thorns, Amby-chan.