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to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental, or the author 
just lost her mind for a second or so...

Characters: Sailor Utopia/Takanera Moshi, Tenchino Hoshi, 
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Arc Notes:
A big thanks goes out to the guys at Neo Sailors Fanfics on Yahoo!
Also more thanks goes to Kristie-okaa, Sumi-chan (this girl is so
kawaii!) for basically listening to me bitch when I needed to. ^^;

Oh yeah, and a worldly welcome for little Jacob Alexander who made
it here, June 6, 2001! WAI!

Okay, I know it's been a while, but it's now time to wrap up 
these loose ends and move on with the story line.  I had planned 
for TUC to bottom out AT 15 chapters, but as you can see, we're 
going WAY beyond that! Don't be shocked if everything is going in
different ways at once....I didn't plan for it like that. ^^;;;

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                   ::T h e  U t o p i a n   C h r o n i c l e s::

                                By: Tory L. Brown 
                              (tory_brown@yahoo.com)

                           
     ::A r c  S i x t e e n:: 

	Loose Ends.

* * * *

	For many nights, after the first visit, Hoshi would often 
see the dark outlined form of a Senshi watching his room from 
the roof of the building next door.  The Senshi wore golden 
bracelets on each delicate wrist and two long ribbons dangled 
from the rear of her fuku.

	Hoshi wasn't an idiot.  He knew who this Senshi was; it 
was Sailorutopia, his future wife, and present girlfriend, 
Takanera Moshi.

	Looking up from his notebook, Hoshi noted the time.  It 
was 10 PM.  It was usually around this time when she appeared.  
He closed his book and turned off the light.  Getting up, he 
went to his window and opened it.

	Again, she was there.  A silent Sentinel standing guard, 
watching and waiting. He dared not move, nor speak.  Whenever 
he did, she would vanish.

	"Moshi..." he whispered softly, watching the ribbons 
and her dark ponytail flutter in the nightly breeze.

	He couldn't understand why he had such a hard time 
understanding.  Her past was a difficult as last week's Calculus 
problem.  There were so many lifetimes, so many years.  How could 
he compete with that? His lifetime was nothing but a mere blink 
to her and he was sure she would live on long after he was gone.

	So, why did she want him? Why did she torture him with her 
presence every night?

	It was so simple, he wanted to slap himself.  Love.  She 
loved him with every ounce of her being, but her duties as a 
Senshi came first and foremost.

	"I went through a lot to become the Senshi I am.  Nothing 
in this world, not you, not Gaia, can make me give this up," 
she'd stated during one of their final conversations.  "My soul 
is dark. I am still paying for my past crimes.  Being a Senshi 
gives me a chance to finally redeem myself, my soul, and my 
future."

	He wanted to understand, wanted to just be with her.  
Deep within his heart, Hoshi knew that life would be nothing 
but extraordinary being involved with a Senshi.

	Since her birthday party, they'd talked and decided that 
it would be good to give him some space, a bit of time to think 
things over.  He didn't want to come out forthright and say that 
his male-ego was sorely bruised at the idea she could protect 
herself and him if it came down to it.

	He couldn't help but remember the various emotions that 
played through her eyes.  First, the hurt showed, followed by 
a flash of anger, confusion and in a final self-saving move, 
he saw the warmth seep from the very edges and be replaced by 
solid violet chips of ice.

	Those eyes scared him.  It made him remember the steely 
gray eyes of her former life.  Both eyes held that same coldness, 
a deep abyss of uncaring.  Hoshi never believed that those eyes 
would be turned on him.

	The figure moved again, turning sideways.  The moonlight 
flashed on her face, highlighting the high cheekbones and 
silvery tears in her eyes.

	"Moshi..." he whispered again, holding one hand out.  
Without notice, she turned and hovered away into the night.  
He wandered back to his desk and sat down, covering his face 
with his hands.

	There was a soft knock at the door and it slowly opened.  
"Hoshi?" a deep voice called, growing louder as the man entered 
the room.

	Tenchino Koichi flicked the light switch, flooding the 
room with brightness.  He saw his only son sitting at his desk, 
hands covering his face.  "Hoshi?" he repeated, grabbing a 
second chair and sitting next to his son.

	"Nani?" Hoshi replied, not moving his hands from his face.  
He couldn't bear for his father to see him crying.

	"Daijoubu?" Koichi asked.  He really didn't need to ask 
because he knew his son was still tore up over the recent breakup.  
Moshi was the first girl that Koichi met with common sense.  The 
professor was worried about the dating style Hoshi had chosen.  
Many fluffbunnies graced the Tenchino threshold and Koichi hated 
every one.

	"Is it Moshi-chan?" he asked, putting a hand on Hoshi's 
shoulder.

	Hoshi nodded, he definitely couldn't tell his father of 
all people that his girlfriend was Sailor Earth, no Sailor Utopia.

	Koichi was sad to hear about the breakup.  Moshi, who 
affectionately called him, "Tenchino-papa," seemed to be the 
one for his son. She was smart, funny, and loved to eat his 
cooking.  Something Hoshi hated because Koichi was a practicing 
chef in his free time.

	"I may not know what's going on, but I know one thing," 
Koichi started, sitting back in his chair and folding his arms.  
"If you've let something as ridiculous as say, something in her 
past, keep you two from being together, then son; you're an idiot."

	Hoshi felt his head snap up in shock.  His father never 
said anything like that to him.  "What do you mean?!"

	Koichi rapped his son lightly on the head with a fist.  
"I've seen the way she looks at you.  The same look she gives 
you is the same way your mother looked at me.  I can honestly 
say, I've never seen or felt that much warmth in a long time."

	Hoshi quirked one red eyebrow in question. "How could 
you know?"

	Hoshi's father laughed.  "I'm a parent.  I know all about 
my kid." The soft smile faded from the elder Tenchino's face.  
"If you're as serious about this girl as I believe you are, 
you'd better make things right!"

	"I will, papa!" Hoshi replied, jumping from his desk 
and grabbing his jacket.

	Koichi watched his son run from the room.  "He could 
have waited till morning."

* * * *

	As Hoshi exited his apartment building, he was followed 
by two blonde figures.  One was slightly taller than the other 
and her hair done in the familiar odango style. The other had 
her hair pulled back in a bow.

	"There he is!" the taller one spoke.

	"You think he's going to see her?" the bow wearing one 
asked.

	The taller one nodded.  "I hope so, or we'll have to 
deal with it ourselves."

	"To be safe, let's just follow him," Hair-bow suggested, 
earning a nod from her taller companion.

	Hoshi walked towards Azabu with two figures in tow.

* * * *

	"For the last time, you're going to stay at Usako's!" 
Mamoru yelled at his stubborn younger sister.

	Moshi's violet eyes flashed with anger.  "I am NOT going 
to stay there! You can't just keep dumping me here and there 
like a sack of luggage! I'm old enough to stay by myself!"

	Mamoru had enough time off to work hard on his second 
thesis.  This would mean he had to devote large amounts of 
time outside the house and it would leave Moshi alone.  Plus, 
Mamoru would have felt better, knowing she was safe somewhere 
else.  He needed the time alone to concentrate on his work 
and sometimes Moshi was a tad too hyper for him.

	Mamoru glared equally cold blue eyes at Moshi. "It 
wouldn't be right. Besides, I know what trouble you can get 
into!"  He tossed the empty gym bag at Moshi, catching her 
on the head.

	Enraged, Moshi snatched the bag off her head and shook 
it at Mamoru, emphasizing her words. "Trouble?!  TROUBLE?!" 
her voice raised in pitch.

	"Remember the last time I left you alone? Who nearly 
burned the kitchen down cooking?!"

	A red flush crossed Moshi's face.  "It wasn't me! It 
was Usagi-chan! SHE was here helping me cook!"

	Finally fed up with the argument, Mamoru put his foot 
down.  "If you don't march your rump in there and pack now, 
I won't charge your debit card NOR would you be able to 
leave this house for a MONTH!"

	Silence echoed throughout the Chiba residence.

	Then, a loud wail.

	"NAAAAAAAANNNNNIIIIII?!"

	"Don't argue with me! MOVE IT!" Mamoru ordered, pushing 
her to the bedroom.

	Moshi marched to her bedroom, stalking past Mamoru 
and pausing in front of the door.  "Expect revenge for this, 
Mamoru-san!"

	Mamoru heaved a sigh of relief when the door slammed 
behind her.  "This girl will be the death of me," he stated 
to an empty room.

	Minutes later, a huffy Moshi appeared burdened with 
two bags and her school bag.  "I'm ready, Mamoru-san," she 
said tartly. Shaking her head and tossing a dark tendril 
over her shoulder.

	She walked to the door and stepped into her sneakers.  
A brush appeared in her vision.  

	"Brush your hair, you look like a wreck."

	"RU-CHAN!!!!!!!!"

* * * *

	Hair-bow and Odango trailed Hoshi to Mamoru's apartment. 
All through the trip, Hoshi felt the odd urge of being followed.  
Every few steps, he would turn and look, but see nothing behind 
him.  Shrugging, he continued, still feeling as if he was being 
followed. 

	Hoshi walked to the large four-way intersection.  Taking 
a risk, he dashed across the street and into the night.

	"Shimatta, he's making a run for it!" Odango cursed, 
taking chase immediately.  Hair-bow quickly caught up with 
Odango, both running with the speed of deer.

	The pair followed the running Hoshi to the complex 
where Mamoru and Moshi lived. From a safe distance, they 
watched him enter the complex.  Seconds later, a red corvette 
pulled to the parking lot and Mamoru appeared.

	"Is that him?" Hair-bow exclaimed.

	Odango nodded.  "Yes, it is.  He still looks the same!"

	"Weird, isn't it!?" Hair-bow asked.

	Odango nodded again.  "Amazing thing that Ginzuishou."

	The two watched in silence as Mamoru entered the building 
and then exited a mere minutes later with Hoshi following.

	"She's over at Usagi-chan's for the week?" Hoshi asked.  
"You've told me how crazy her father can get.  I'm SURE he 
won't let me see Moshi."

	Mamoru chuckled and clapped Hoshi on the back.  "You'll 
just have to wait till tomorrow then."

	"Drat!" Hoshi fussed, clenching his hands into fists.  
	
	Mamoru suddenly felt his sixth sense spike.  Someone 
with magical abilities was around them and watching them.  
Trying to play it off, he chuckled some more.  "Ne, 
Hoshi-kun, want a ride home?"

	Hoshi shook his head.  "Nah, that's ok, Mamoru-kun.  
I'll walk back. I have to clear my head somehow. Ja ne!"

	"Ja ne!" Mamoru waved to Hoshi's retreating figure.  
When Hoshi turned the corner and was completely out of sight, 
Mamoru instantly transformed to the guise of Tuxedo Kamen.

	"Dare ka? Ide yo!" Kamen called out, bringing his cane 
to arm.  "I know you're there somewhere."

	From the bushes, two figures appeared.  Two Senshi, 
both blonde.  Each was dressed in yellow and purple fukus, 
but the fukus looked like reversed mirror images of each 
other.  The taller one, in the yellow and purple, had her 
blonde hair done in the same style of Usagi's.

	For a brief second, Mamoru thought she was Usagi, 
but there was something colder about this girl's stare.

	The second one, shorter than the first, had her hair 
pulled back in a purple bow similar to Venus', but her fuku 
was that of Sailor Earth, Sailor Neo Earth to be exact.

	The shorter one bowed.  "Endymion-oji!" she said with 
a grin.

	"Shi-chan? Miko-chan?" Tuxedo Kamen asked with a 
stunned look.

	Both nodded. "Hai," the taller one spoke.  "You're 
probably wondering what the heck happened."

	Kamen nodded, not saying a word.

	Miko grinned, showing her teeth.  "And I bet you're 
wondering why we're blonde too!"

	Kamen nodded again, this time more vigorously.
	
	Shi sighed, transforming back to regular clothing.  
"It's a long story, Mamoru-san.  Mind if we come in?"

	"No, come up," Kamen said, transforming back to his 
civilian form.  "I'm sure this is a doozy."

	Miko grinned again.  "Oh it is, believe me, it is!"

* * * *


	Moshi may have not enjoyed being ensconced at Usagi's 
house for the week, but she didn't mind the loads of sugary 
snacks Ikuko seemed to keep on hand. The Tsukino household 
was loaded to bear with snacks to keep not only Usagi happy, 
but Shingo bouncing around as well.

	Moshi nibbled on seaweed chips as she watched Usagi 
down another bowl of ice cream.  If both weren't careful, 
they would have to be rolled out the house in another week.

	"I don't understand it, how could you scarf down two 
bowls of ice cream?" Moshi asked as she shoved another chip 
into her mouth.

	Luna stretched and yawned, showing her sharp teeth.  
"This is nothing, she's actually behaving since you're here!"

	Usagi simply shoved Luna slightly, making the cat 
tumble across the couch.  "I just wanted a snack, that's 
all! Can't a pretty girl have a snack?!"

	Moshi giggled.  "I'm not knocking it, but I doubt 
this is conducive to our extra activities.  If you know 
what I mean."

	With a grin, and well out of Usagi's reach, Luna 
added.  "Oh that's all right, I'm sure your fukus will 
magically stretch in case of sudden weight gain."

	This time Moshi sent Luna on a tumble back across 
the couch.

	Usagi growled.  "Next cat I get will definitely not 
be able to talk."	  

	"Yeah, I'll even help you pick it out," Moshi said 
with a grin.  "Pass me more seaweed chips! I'm hungry!"

	"Wai!" Usagi exclaimed, handing the bag to Moshi 
after taking a handful out for herself.

	Luna muttered under her breath.  "Just what I need, 
two Usagis..."

* * * *

	"Mamoru-san?" Shi asked for the third time that night.  
She snapped her fingers before her future uncle, drawing no 
response. 

	"I think we scared him," Miko said, glancing into 
the horrid stare of her uncle.  "In fact, he's downright 
speechless."

	Mamoru's features trembled slightly. "I--I---I---" 
he stammered in repetition, unable to seem to get past a 
bit of information Moshi's children gave him. Nothing 
could have prepared him for the shock that was delivered.  
Not even the foretelling of Armageddon itself could have 
prevented this.  "I---I--I--" he repeated again, this 
time his lips twitching ever so slightly as the information 
became even more clearer.

	"I didn't think he'd take it THIS hard." Miko said, 
nibbling on her thumb.

	Shi shrugged.  "Me neither... seems we've got a long 
night ahead of us."

	Miko flipped a blonde lock over her shoulder.  "At 
least we don't have to worry about him spilling the beans."

	Mamoru twitched again.  "I--I---I--"

	Shi snorted.  "I don't think we have to worry about 
him spilling anything!"

* * * *

	Moshi yawned for like the fifth time during math 
class.  She and Usagi stayed up late watching TV.  She 
knew she had to be in bed, but somehow Usagi kept her 
up about a Sailor V marathon channel 5 was running.  
Now she was really paying for it.  She finally understood 
how Usagi was always sleepy in class; the girl never 
went to bed before midnight!

	"Mo-chan, wake up!" Naru hissed, reaching over and 
poking Moshi with her pencil.

	Moshi yelped and stood up straight, scattering her 
notebook and pencil sideways.  The students surrounding 
her laughed quietly, trying not to draw the teacher's 
wrath.

	Suugakuro-sensei threw her book down and marched 
to the back of the room, wielding her ruler like a 
lethal weapon.  "Takanera-kun, if you can't stay awake 
like the rest of us, maybe you'd like to join 
Tsukino-kun in the hallway!"

	Moshi grabbed her notebook and pencil and sat back 
down.  "Gomen, Suugakuro-sensei!"

	Suugakuro shook the ruler at Moshi as if to say, 
someday I'll get you.  With a huff, the brown haired 
teacher walked back to the front of the room and 
resumed teaching.

	Out of all their teachers, Suugakuro was the 
harshest.  She often commented on how she should be 
teaching university level and not dealing with a bunch 
of lead-headed dummies.

	Moshi tried her best to stay awake during math 
and prayed that biology class would start soon because 
that was when one of their nicer teachers, Matsumoto 
came in.

	Minutes later, Suugakuro wrapped up and let 
Usagi back into class, who was busted sleeping in 
the hallway.  Moshi knew this because Usagi had a 
sheepish look on her face.  She saw Ami shake her 
head when Suugakuro handed Usagi a pink slip.  
Detention again.

	Moshi heard Naru at her side gasp loudly.  The 
dark haired girl looked at her friend closely.  
"Naru-chan, daijoubu?"

	Naru made as if she was reading her math book 
when she hissed under her breath.  "The captain of 
the baseball team is staring at you now!"

	Moshi felt her eyes grow wide.  Why would Okawa 
Yamada, the tall blond with dazzling bright blue eyes 
be staring at HER of all people.  "You've been 
sniffing the eraser dust, haven't you?" Moshi said, 
feeling a cold trickle of sweat slide down the back 
of her neck.

	"If you don't believe me, look!" Naru replied, 
turning the page and mocking scribbling a formula.

	Moshi turned back to her book and dropped her 
pencil.  As she went to pick it up, she looked across 
the room and saw Yamada staring at her closely.  A 
red flush crossed his face as he fumbled for something 
to do.

	"Oh my goodness, he was staring at me," Moshi 
whispered back to Naru, who giggled with glee.

	"Maybe it's time you started dating, ne?" Naru 
prodded gently.  It had been sometime since Moshi 
was on a date.

	Moshi flushed this time, turning pink to the 
tips of her ears.  "I'm not interested in dating!" 

	Naru blew a raspberry at Moshi and turned her 
attention back to her work.  Moshi did the same, but 
keeping an eye on Yamada, who continued to stare at 
her during class.

* * * *

	"Mo-chan, matte!" Usagi called as Moshi followed 
Ami, Makoto, and Minako out of class.

	"Nan da?" Moshi said as she turned around.  The 
others paused, waiting for Moshi. 

	"Will you wait for me? Please! Ami-chan, 
Minako-chan and Mako-chan said they wouldn't!" Usagi 
said, turning sad blue eyes on Moshi.

	Moshi groaned.  She didn't want to wait another 
two whole hours for Usagi to get out of detention.  
"Gomen, Usagi-chan.  I want to go have a snack and go 
take a nap." Moshi paused.  She sounded like Usagi 
talking there for a second.  "Um, and do my homework," 
she added.

	"Crap, Rei-chan's gonna yell at me," Usagi 
bemoaned.

	"Well, she's going to yell at me too, because 
I'm going straight home, er back to your house soon." 
Moshi sighed.  She really wanted to leave.

	"No! You can't do that!" Usagi nearly yelled.  
"If my mom sees YOU home, she'll know I have detention!"

	"Fine, I'll just go back to the apartment," Moshi 
said, starting to get irritated. "I'll just make sure 
I'm back before curfew."

	Usagi let out a sigh.  "I guess that's fine then.  
I just don't want to get put on punishment again!" 

	Moshi, Usagi, and the others were still talking 
when Yamada and his cluster of friends walked by.  
Each girl felt her face growing hot.  All of Yamada's 
friends were on some sport team at the school.

	"Oh my goodness!" Minako exclaimed, grabbing 
Moshi's arm and whispering into her ear. "Yamada-san 
is staring at you!"

	Moshi flushed and pushed Minako away.  "Minako-chan!" 
she said huffily.  "First Naru-chan and now you! He is not 
staring at me!"

	Makoto's jaw dropped when Yamada smiled at her and 
then to everyone else.  "Takanera-san?"

	"And for the last time he is not sta--" Moshi paused 
mid-sentence and looked up into the blue stare of Yamada.  
"Nan da?"

	"I'd hate to be rude, but could I talk to you for 
a second?" he asked politely.

	Moshi nudged Minako away, who had gravitated back 
and was clenching Moshi's arm.  "Sure!" she replied, 
instantly chastising herself for replying so eagerly.

	They walked to the other side of the hallway as 
both groups of their friends looked on.  Yamada took 
a deep breath and cleared his throat.  "Ah, Takanera-san?"

	Moshi cocked one dark eyebrow.  He was acting 
too funny.  People who acted in such odd ways often 
made her suspicious.  "Hai?"

	Yamada dug into his handbag and pulled out a piece 
of paper.  He held it up facing her for her to see.  "This 
was my last Biology score."

	A large glaring 12 stared back at her.  Even Usagi 
wasn't this bad in Biology.  "Oh my," she replied.

	"I heard that in Biology, you and Mizuno-san-" he 
paused, a red flush crossing his face.  "were tops in 
biology."

	Moshi stifled a giggle.  Yamada had a crush on 
Ami! "Ah, understood.  So do you want me or Ami-chan 
to tutor you?"

	When Moshi mentioned Ami's name, another flush 
crossed Yamada's face.  "Yaa..."

	Across the hallway, Minako was going into a 
spastic dance.  "He's blushing! Do you see that!? He 
has a crush on Mo-chan!"

	Ami shook her head.  "He's probably embarrassed to 
have to ask her for help.  He did after all made bottom 
on that last biology test."

	Makoto looked at Ami, both eyebrows raised high.  
"Sa, Ami-chan, jealous, ne?"

	This time Ami blushed.  "I'm not jealous!"

	Usagi couldn't help but get her dig in too.  "I 
don't know, Mako-chan, Ami-chan's turning red in the 
face here."

	"Usagi-chan!" Ami said in surprise.  "I am not, 
nor will I ever be jealous!"

	Moshi fidgeted, were all guys this nuts about 
girls?  Moshi wondered, did Hoshi ever act like this 
when talking about her? "Well, Okawa-san, I have some 
free time tomorrow if you'd like to study.  As far as 
Ami-chan... well I'll talk to her."

	Yamada grinned widely.  He grabbed her in a large 
hug, nearly lifting her off the floor. "Arigato, Takanera-san!"

	"No problem," Moshi said, feeling all her air being 
crushed out of her.  "Just let me breathe!"

	"Gomen," he replied, setting her back on her feet.  
"What time tomorrow shall we meet?"

	Moshi glanced at her watch.  "Hmm, meet me in the 
library at around five.  I can spare two hours."

	Yamada grabbed her hand and pumped it eagerly.  
"Arigato, arigato!" He released her hand and dug into 
his bag again.  "Can you give this to Mizuno-san for 
me? Please?" he said, turning sad blue eyes onto Moshi.

	Not one to deny love, even simple puppy love, 
Moshi took the letter, complete with a cute heart 
sticker.  "Will do!"

	Grinning, Yamada started his hand shaking all 
over again.  "Arigato, arigato!!"

	Face starting to cloud, Moshi wondered if 
introducing this ball of energy to Ami would be a 
good thing.  "Just be there at five, I don't tolerate 
lateness."

	"Fine, see you at five then. Ja ne!" Yamada waved, 
walking back to his group of friends.  Each one had an 
odd expression on their face.

	As soon as Yamada and his group were gone, her 
friends, who were firing questions off in rapid 
succession, overwhelmed Moshi.

	"Well? What did he want?!" Minako asked.

	Moshi shrugged nonchalantly.  "He failed the 
last Biology exam and wanted help.  Although, I 
can't believe why he didn't ask Ami-chan for help, 
she's clearly better at biology than I am."

	Makoto raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ami 
sideways, causing Ami to flush slightly.

	Moshi grinned though, feeling slightly catty.  
"Yamada-san has a crush on Ami-chan!" She held the 
letter out.  "Jann!"

	"Iie!" Ami screamed, slapping the letter away 
from Moshi.  Before she knew it, red spots appeared 
on her face, making her itch.

	Moshi paled and looked at the letter.  Did 
he infect it with ebola or something?! "Nani?!"

	Minako sighed and took the letter from Moshi 
and opened it.  "Ami-chan's allergic to love 
letters! Have you forgotten?!"

	Angrily, Moshi turned to Minako.  "Well, I 
haven't forgotten because that interesting tidbit 
of information wasn't relayed to me!"

	Ami scratched at her face.  "I'm going home.  
I'll see you guys later." She pulled a novel from 
her bookbag and walked with it covering her face.

	Moshi watched Ami walk away.  "I hope she's 
not mad at me.  I didn't know!"

	Makoto patted Moshi on the shoulder.  "It's 
okay, it's not your fault."

* * * *

	After the incident in the hallway involving 
Ami and a love letter, Moshi, Minako, and Makoto 
walked to fruit parlor crown where Rei was already 
waiting at their usual booth.

	"What took you guys so long?" Rei asked, scooting 
over to make room for Minako.

	Moshi sat down at one of the chairs, putting 
her bookbag on the floor.  "What do you think? 
Usagi-chan--"

	"Has detention again," Rei finished, slapping 
her forehead.  "You'd think she'd gotten it together 
by now!"

	"Speaking of which," Makoto started, fishing 
in her pocket for her wallet.  "How is it going, 
staying with Usagi-chan I mean."

	"Where to start, where to start," Moshi said, 
pulling her wallet out her pocket.  "It's definitely 
interesting, I'd say that much.  But it's also nice 
because she has both her parents at home," she sighed, 
toying with a napkin.  "I'd forgotten how nice it 
felt to have my mom and my dad there...now I'm just ..." 
she trailed off, fighting the sudden onrush of the 
urge to cry.  She suddenly laughed, throwing one hand
 behind her head.  "Oh forget it, never mind me! I'm 
just rattling off again!"

	Makoto and Rei had similar looks of empathy for 
Moshi, both knowing the feeling of not having both 
of their parents at home.

	Moshi put her hand on her chin and looked out 
the window.  "I haven't thought of papa in months. 
I hope I'm not forgetting him."

	Makoto reached over and put a hand on Moshi's 
shoulder.  "Nah, you possibly couldn't.  It's been 
years for me, but I still remember my parents.  It's 
just after a while, you learn to cope and keep them 
in your memories."

	"Arigato, Mako-chan," Moshi said with a smile.  
"Oi, look at me, bringing the whole mood down.  I'm 
hungry, where's the food!?" she roared, banging a 
fist on the table.

	Rei looked at Moshi.  "You sure you and Usagi 
aren't eating the house down!?"

	Moshi laughed.  "Nope, Usagi-chan's taking care 
of that by herself!" She grabbed the menu and started 
to look at it.  She was on the beverage side when she 
heard a collective gasp hit the table, seconds later, 
she felt Minako tugging on her sleeve.

	"Ano, Mo-chan?" Minako whispered.

	"What?" Moshi said, looking up from the menu.  
Minako said nothing as she pointed across the parlor.  
Moshi followed the line of Minako's finger, which led 
to Hoshi talking to Toshi at the counter.  From the 
look of the conversation, she was CLEARLY enjoying it.  
What started to push Moshi over the edge was that Hoshi 
was actually smiling and grinning like an idiot.

	Rei, Minako, and Makoto huddled together in the 
corner of the booth as they saw the red flash of anger 
cross Moshi's face.  Moshi slammed the menu down on the 
table as she stood up, kicking the chair away from her.  

	"Mo-chan kowai!" Minako uttered as she watched 
her dark-haired friend practically stomp across the 
floor.  If Moshi weighed 400 pounds, she could have 
stomped through the floor.

* * * *

	Hoshi didn't want to be impolite, but this girl 
did all but physically throw herself at him. What he 
couldn't get over is how she looked almost identical 
to Moshi. She could have been her twin.

	Toshi batted her eyelashes, while giggling, at 
Hoshi.  "Do you come here a lot? I just moved here recently."

	Inwardly groaning, Hoshi answered, "No, I'm just 
looking for my girlfriend."

	At the mention of a girlfriend, a frozen mask of 
anger slid in place on Toshi's features.  

* * * *

	Shi peered over the menu watching Hoshi and Toshi 
interact.  She and Miko sat in booth on the other side 
of the parlor.  "Mou! There she is!"

	Miko crumpled a napkin in one fist.  "We've got 
to do something, but mama might see us!"

	"Shimatta!" Shi cursed.  "There's Mama now!"

	"Poor Papa," Miko said sadly.  "She's going to 
wring him for that one."

	Shi glared at her younger sister and folder her arms. 

	Miko sighed and nodded.  "I know, I know... "

* * * *

	Thoughts of murder, mayhem, and massacre crossed 
Moshi's mind as she walked across the parlor.  She had 
to ball her hands into fists to keep them from circling 
Toshi's throat as she approached the pair.

	"Hoshi," she said through clenched teeth, turning 
flashing violet eyes on him.

	Hoshi nearly jumped three feet out his skin when 
he heard the ominous tone.  "H-Hai?"

	"Gee, couldn't just wait, could you?!" Moshi said, 
nearly yelling.  All the while, Toshi stood with a smirk 
on her face.  Moshi saw the smirk and whirled on her 
classmate.  "Don't you even STAND there smirking, I 
haven't started on YOU yet!"

	Hoshi's green eyes grew wide.  "Wait, you're 
misunderstanding this!"

	Toshi lunged forward and wrapped her arms around 
Hoshi.  "Misunderstood what? Shi-chan?"

	"SHI-CHAN?!" Moshi and Hoshi said in unison, 
looking at each other and then Toshi.

	Moshi felt the hot sting of tears.  Shi-chan? 
Wasn't that their daughter name? Or would that be was, 
she was sure they didn't exist at this moment, thanks 
to their reckless father.

	"Shi-chan?!" Moshi repeated, rolling up the sleeves 
of her school shirt.  "You know, Makanera-kun, you've 
been asking for this for a looooong time."

	Hoshi saw the fire flashing in Moshi's eyes and 
knew if given a second, she'd rough Toshi up.  "Moshi,
 calm down!"

	"You shut up, you--you red haired hussy!" she 
roared, pushing him away and getting in Toshi's face.

	Makoto and Rei were at her sides in a flash, 
pulling her back. "You keep your claws off of him, 
he's mine!" Moshi yelled as Rei and Makoto dragged 
her away from the grinning Toshi kicking and screaming.

* * * *

	Shi and Miko watched what happened from the haven 
of their booth.  They both watched as Hoshi fled the 
parlor with Toshi in tow.

	"Mi-chan, let's go," Shi said, getting up and 
pulling her wand from her pocket.  "It's time for 
some intervention."

	Miko followed suit.  "Ikuzo."

* * * *

	Minako's eyes were wide as she watched Moshi 
decimate two salt shakers and a pepper shaker with 
her bare hands.  Everyone kept a hand on her bookbag 
as Moshi looked for something else to destroy.

	"I should transform and shove a Cosmic lighting 
up her ass!" she growled, toying with the remains of 
the pepper shaker.

	The door of the parlor opened and Usagi came 
running in.  "I'm finally free!" As she approached 
the table, she prepared to sit in the chair next to 
Moshi.  Minako reached out, grabbed Usagi, and 
pulled her into the booth.

	Usagi blinked in confusion.  "What's going on?"

	"That cow, I'll kick her ass!" Moshi growled, 
stabbing the remains again with a fork.

	A sweatdrop appeared on Usagi's forehead.  "Um, 
who ticked her off?"

	"That Toshi girl, who else?!" Makoto said.

	Minako grinned.  "Ah, but you forgot she was 
cozying up to Hoshi-san pretty good."  A growl from 
across the table wiped the smile from Minako's face.


	"That red haired hussy, he thinks he's going 
to get away with this," Moshi mumbled.

	"I think she was just toying.  You know how 
underhanded Toshi and her crew can be," Rei supplied.  
"I think she hit on him on purpose."

	Moshi grinned.  "Just like how I'm going to kick 
her ass on purpose."

	"Yare, yare," Usagi said, scooting as far away 
from Moshi as she could.

	"Let's just have something to eat and maybe all 
calm down, ne?" Makoto supplied.

	"Whatever," Moshi said.

	Rei sighed and mumbled under her breath.  "It's 
going to be one of those days."

	"Yare, yare," Usagi repeated.

* * * *

	Toshi leaned against the wall of the arcade and 
let out a loud laugh.  She couldn't believe the expression 
on Moshi's face! Moshi actually believed that she was 
dating her ex-boyfriend.  "Boy, that girl is really 
gullible!"

	"You thought that was actually funny?" a voice 
asked.

	Toshi stood up and looked around.  "Who said 
that?"

	"I did," the voice stated.

	Toshi whipped around to see a Senshi standing 
before her.  The Senshi had her blonde hair done in 
the same style as Sailormoon, but her fuku was yellow 
and purple.  "Who the devil are you?"

	"I am the Senshi that dreams are made of.  I am 
Sailor Paradise," Paradise said as she stalked closer 
to Toshi.  "I saw what you did and I'm going to warn 
you once and only once.  Keep away from Hoshi."

	Toshi felt herself take a step back.  This 
Senshi, unlike the others, was giving off an aura 
that reeked of destruction. "It was just a little 
joke that I played on old Mo-chan," she squeaked.

	"I don't think Moshi thought it was a joke," 
Paradise said with a sneer.  She balled one gloved 
hand into a fist and used her other hand to back 
Toshi into a wall.  "So again, I'm warning you.  
Leave Hoshi alone."

	"And if I don't?!" Toshi said defensively.

	"If you don't, the only thing that'll be left 
of you is a grease stain," Paradise stated, her 
violet eyes flashing.  She reared back, bringing 
her fist up. 

	Toshi whimpered and closed her eyes. When the 
blow didn't land, she opened her eyes.  Toshi was 
alone and standing by the arcade.  "What happened!? 
I don't remember seeing her before."


* * * *

	Hours later, Moshi and Usagi found themselves 
back in front of the television.  This was their 
fourth of many study breaks.

	Moshi glanced at her wristwatch, it was nearly 
dinnertime, but she'd had her fill of food and she 
knew Ikuko would get on her for snacking heavily, 
destroying her appetite.

	"I'm going to go finish my homework," Moshi 
said as she stood up and stretched.  If she was 
lucky, she could just study and then crash, dodging 
the wrath of Usagi's mother.

	"Ok, I'll be up later!" Usagi stated, turning 
her attention back to the television.

	Luna padded up the stairs behind Moshi and 
followed the dark-haired girl into Usagi's bedroom.

	"Oh, you're going to stay up here with me, 
Luna?" Moshi asked as she turned Usagi's radio on 
and settled down at the table.

	Luna jumped on the tabled and curled up in a 
ball.  "Sure, you're not as talkative as Usagi-chan.  
I can finally get a nap in."

	Moshi giggled and started to work.

* * * *

	After dinner, Usagi wandered back upstairs to 
her bedroom.  When she entered, she spied Moshi with 
her head down on the table and Luna curled up on the 
corner of the table.

	"And she was mad at me for not studying," Usagi 
snorted under her breath.  She reached over, turned 
the radio off, and sat down on her bed.  She grabbed 
her history book and opened it to the review questions 
that were due the next day.	Moshi mumbled something 
and buried her head into her arms.  Usagi thought she 
was waking up, but the soft snoring started again.

	Usagi looked up from her paper and saw that it 
was getting close to 10 o'clock, which meant she had 
a good two more hours before crashing. She turned her 
attentions back to history when a frantic yelp came 
from Luna.

	"Luna, what is it?!" Usagi asked.

	Luna jumped over to the bed and pointed at Moshi 
with one paw.  "Usagi-chan, mite!"

	Usagi looked at Moshi and couldn't believe what 
she was seeing.  It seemed that Moshi was pulling away 
from herself.  A ghostly essence hovered around Moshi 
until it was fully formed.  The spirit swirled and 
shifted, as if trying to decide which form to take.  
Usagi and Luna's jaws hit the ground when the spirit 
formed into the shape of Sailorutopia.

	Luna and Usagi's jaw hit the ground as they saw 
Sailorutopia walk away from the sleeping Moshi and head 
for the balcony.  She looked over her shoulder at the 
pair and vanished in a gust of wind.

	Usagi jumped to her feet and rushed to Moshi's 
side.  "Mo-chan?" Usagi asked, shaking Moshi.  No 
matter how hard she shook, Moshi wouldn't wake up.

	*CRACK*

	Usagi winced at the force she used when she 
struck Moshi across the cheek.  Thoroughly prepared 
to face her wrath, Usagi did it again.

	*CRACK*

	This didn't move Moshi, she didn't even grumble 
in protest.  Her eyelids remained closed and her mouth 
dropped open in a snore.

	"Kami-sama, Luna!" Usagi exclaimed as she dragged 
Moshi over to her bed.  "What are we going to do? She 
won't wake up!"

	Luna bounced over to Moshi and patted her face 
with one paw.  "I don't know, we might have to wait 
until she wakes up."

	Usagi reached over and grabbed her phone.  "I 
know what I'm going to do! I'm calling Mamo-chan!"

	Moshi only rolled over and grabbed Luna, crushing 
her like a stuffed toy.  "Hayaku, before she squeezes me 
to death," Luna gasped.

* * * *

	Hoshi made it back to his apartment around 9:30.  
His father left him a note, saying he made a quick run 
to the convenience store.  "I bet he just needed more 
ingredients," Hoshi snorted, tossing the paper on the 
hall table.

	He hung his jacket in the closet and walked down 
to his bedroom.  Out of habit, he looked out his window 
at the building across from him.  He saw a figure pacing 
around the roof, rubbing its hands together in worry.

	"Moshi?" he whispered as he walked closer to the 
window and peered out of it, hoping to get a better view.

	Across on the roof, Utopia walked back and forth 
along the length of the roof; her gloved hands were 
clasped together and rubbing as if trying to remove 
some unseen dirt. 

	Hoshi ran from his room, neglecting to grab his 
jacket, and ran out and down the stairs. He quietly 
picked his way up the fire escape, which led to the 
roof.  He saw that Utopia was unaware that he was 
even here, something had her mind focused on something 
more urgent.

	"Moshi?" he said, walking over towards the 
Senshi.

	What happened next nearly made him faint.

	When Utopia turned around, he noticed he could 
see his room right through her.



Oshimai, da yo!

Next Arc: Um...er... I'll think of something!
	
* * * *

*** JAPANESE USED IN ARC SIXTEEN ***


-kun,-chan,-sama -- honorifics denoting, respect and/or affection.

Ano -- verbal pause like Um.
Daijoubu -- Are you ok?
Dare -- Who
Hayaku -- Hurry
Ide -- Come out!
Ja ne -- til then!
Jann -- sort of like Taa Daa!
Kami -- God.
Kowai -- not cute...but SCARY.
Mite -- Look!
Mou -- This is said when angry, like Usagi yelling at Luna.
Nani/Nan da -- What
Ne -- Said to elicit a verbal response. Sort of like Eh?
Oi -- Hey!
Oji - Uncle.  So Miko said, Uncle Endymion. ^^;
Sa -- So.
Shimatta -- Dam*
Wai - Yay!
Yare -- Think of Oy Vey!