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Animation and Takeuchi Naoko. Project: Sailor Earth and The 
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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 Earth/Sailor Utopia/Takanera Moshi, 
Tenchino Miko, Tenchino Moshi, Sailor Neo Earth, Sailor 
Paradise and Tenchino Hoshi belongs to Tory L. Brown.  
Should they be used without her permission, I just hope 
your insurance is paid up.

Arc Notes:
Oh it's about to hit da fan!

Moshi: Off da heezy fo sheezy!
Minako: Fa shizzle ma nizzle!
Others: ...
Tory: Mental note: Never let them watch MTV...

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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  T w e n t y - O n e::

	Closure	
	

	Moshi was sitting quietly on the couch, her hands 
wrapped protectively across her stomach.  When she lifted 
her shirt an ugly purple bruise glared back at her.  When 
Usagi saw the bruise, she winced.  So on the couch she sat 
with Usagi and Mamoru acting as bookends.  They were quietly 
waiting, Chibimo and Miko sat together on the floor near 
the couch, both silent and lost in their own thoughts.  
Out on the balcony, the ex-general was pacing and cursing 
under his breath.

	A knock at the door caught Chibimo's attention.  
Jumping to her feet, she padded to the door and opened it.  
"Rei-san, I'm glad you're all here.  Something terrible 
has happened," she said quietly, stepping back and letting 
the rest of the inner Senshi enter the apartment.

	It took every ounce of Rei's strength not to explode 
at the sight she saw.  Moshi was deathly quiet with an air 
of eerie stillness that permeated the area around her.  
If her eyes weren't open and she wasn't breathing, Rei 
would have sworn she was dead.  

	Rei may not have exploded, but Makoto definitely 
did.  Her emerald eyes flashed with fire as she walked 
over to her friend on the couch.  "Mo-chan, tell me what 
happened.  Did he really hit you?!"

	Moshi looked at Usagi sideways and sighed loudly.  
Usagi looked up, her own eyes were soft, almost weepy.  
"Yes, he did."

	"That son of a bitch!" Makoto exploded, shaking 
off the worried hands Ami and Minako had on her shoulders.  
"When I see him, I'm going to twist him into a pretzel!"

	Usagi shook her head.  "It was an accident.  
Jadeite and Hoshi were fighting and Moshi tried to break 
it up."

	Makoto seemed to calm a bit by the explanation, 
but the fire in her eyes was still present.  "It's still 
not right."

	Mamoru sensed Moshi trembling slightly, when he 
turned to look at her, he saw tears slowly rolling down 
her cheeks, making splotches on her tee-shirt.  He grabbed 
a tissue from the kleenex box on the table and dabbed at 
her eyes.  Usagi saw the crying and quickly gathered her 
friend in her arms.

	Feeling the protective embrace, Moshi finally 
started to cry.  "I know he didn't mean it, but it...it
...it..." She couldn't finish the sentence as the tears 
clogged her throat.  For the first time since they've 
known her, the Senshi saw Moshi sob openly and quite 
loudly.  Quietly they moved closer, each placing a hand 
on her to comfort her.  The gentleness of their touches 
only made her cry harder.  

	Moshi was overwhelmed by a flurry of emotions.  
She hated it.  It seemed no matter how hard she tried, 
the gap between her and Hoshi continued to grow by leaps 
and bounds.  Having Jadeite back in the picture DEFINITELY 
didn't make it any easier.  She felt pulled between two 
worlds.  Jadeite jealous of Hoshi, Hoshi jealous of 
Jadeite, she couldn't take it anymore.  There was no 
denying her feelings, she cared for them both.  

	She took a tissue from Mamoru and wiped her eyes.  
"If I didn't have any emotions, I wouldn't be in this 
mess."   A lone tear sneaked from her closed lid and 
touched the brooch on Usagi's chest.  The second the 
tear hit the eternal compact, it open with a tinkle 
and a bright white light filled the room.  Everyone 
yelled and covered their eyes.  What was happening?!

	Jadeite heard the noise from the balcony and 
he rushed in, using his power of flight to move faster.

	"Kami-sama!"

* * * *

	For at least twenty minutes, Hoshi sat on the 
sidewalk in shock.  He couldn't believe that she would 
actually step in front of the punch like that.  Why 
would she do something as crazy as that?  He could 
still feel the icy chills from Mamoru's threat.  He'd 
never see his friend that angry before.  Of course, 
he couldn't blame him. He'd just caught the tail end 
of what seemed bad.  No brother would ever want to 
see his sister getting hit on by her boyfriend.

	The thought never crossed his mind, he would 
NEVER want to hurt her and definitely not physically. 
Feeling hot tears slide down his cheeks, Hoshi slowly 
got to his feet and headed for home.  Like a zombie, 
he stalked the streets, heading for his home like a 
pigeon heading back to its coop.  When he made it to 
his apartment door, his father was standing there 
waiting.  Koichi took one look at his son and quietly 
ushered him into the apartment.

	"Hoshi, what's wrong?" Koichi asked worriedly.

	Hoshi looked up at his father, tears still 
streaming down his cheeks.  "I screwed up, too-san.  
I screwed up! I got into a fight and Moshi stepped 
in to stop it and I accidentally hit her!"

	"No," Koichi started. 

	Hoshi continued, "Her brother thought I hit 
her on purpose and all I could see was her eyes.  
Oh god, her eyes."  His voice broke on the last word 
and he broke down completely.

* * * *

	The light slowly faded and everyone rubbed 
their eyes.  It took a moment for everyone to regain 
their sight.  Jadeite's gasp caught the attention of 
everyone in the room.

	"What is it?" Rei asked, squinting at Jadeite.

	Jadeite pointed at Moshi and stammered.  "Look 
at her!"

	Slowly, everyone looked at Moshi and a 
collective gasp filled the air.  Moshi would have 
looked back at everyone, except she was encased entirely 
in stone.  If was as if an artist quickly came in, made 
a stone statue and quickly snuck out.

	"Oh no," Ami said, her hands quickly covering 
her mouth.  "What happened?!"

	"I don't know!" Usagi exclaimed, gingerly touching 
the statue's cheek.  It felt like a rock.

	"Maybe when she made that comment the ginzuishou 
thought it was a wish!" Minako exclaimed.  "It wouldn't 
be the first time it granted a wish!"

	A loud crash from down the hallway caught everyone's 
attention.  "That came from her room!" Mamoru exclaimed, 
vaulting to his feet and heading down the hallway with 
everyone else in tow.

	They skidded to a stop outside her bedroom.  
Another loud crash and a curse reached their ears.  
Mamoru threw the door opened and the sight before them 
caused everyone to yell.

	Inside Moshi's room was Moshi.  Matter of fact 
there was more than one Moshi.  If you took a quick 
count you'd come up with six Moshi's.

	Makoto's voice broke the silence.  "What the hell?!"

	A Moshi quickly walked up to the group and laughed.  
"Hi! Come in there's room for more!" She turned and bounced 
back to the bed where another Moshi was sitting.  One Moshi 
was sighing loudly and kept looking at something in her 
hands.  Two Moshi's were sitting on the floor arguing.  
One Moshi was crying and another was destroying the room.

	"Oh goodness, what in the world..." Mamoru stated.

	"Hey wait, all their hair bows are different. 
Chibimo commented.

	Looking again, they noticed Chibimo was right.  
All the hair bows WERE different colors. One was pink, 
white, black, blue, red and yellow.  The one destroying 
the room, screaming and cursing had a red hair bow.  The 
two that was arguing on the floor had a white bow and 
black bow.  The one crying had a blue bow and the one 
with the yellow bow was giggling and smiling and the 
one with the pink bow was cupping her hands to her 
chest and sighing softly.

	Mamoru stepped back and closed the door.  "What 
in the world was THAT!"

	"If I can take a guess," Ami started, feeling 
everyone's eyes turn to her.  "Moshi wished she didn't 
have emotion and her tear caused the ginzuishou to 
grant her wish."

	"Right!" Chibimo chimed in.  "It turned her to 
stone and set all her emotions loose!"

	"Correct," Ami said.  "Somehow, we've got to 
piece her back together or else she's going to be stone 
for good."

	"And that's NOT what we want, right?" Minako asked.

	"Definitely!" Ami exclaimed.

	The door to Moshi's room flew open with a bang 
and the one with the red hairbow thrashed through the 
group.  "Get the hell out of my way," she growled, 
shoving Miko into a wall and making her way to the front.

	Acting quickly, Mamoru grabbed the red hair 
bowed Moshi and shoved her back into the room.  "Oh 
no you don't!"

	"You bastard!" Red-Moshi cursed, struggling 
against Mamoru's grip.  "Who the hell do you think you 
are?! LET ME GO!"  A litany of curses flew from her 
mouth as she tried to get Mamoru to let her go.

	Face faulting, Jadeite asked,  "Let me guess, 
she's anger."

	Yellow-Moshi bounded up to the pair.  "Why 
are you holding her?" she asked with a giggle.  "If 
anything, I bet she was being bad again."

	"And I guess she's happy," Minako added, 
following the rest into the room.  As they ventured 
deeper into Moshi's room, Rei tripped on the 
outstretched foot of Moshi with the black hair bow.  
Rei went flying, landing on Ami, which caused both 
girls to tumble to the floor in a heap.

	Black-Moshi laughed and snickered, pointing 
at the two on the floor.  "Have a nice trip, see you 
next fall!" Throwing her head back, she laughed loudly.  
That is, until Moshi with the white hair bow smacked 
her hard on the arm and started to chastise her.

	White-Moshi's face was red.  "You know that wasn't 
right!" She got to her feet and helped Ami and Rei up.  
"I'm sorry about that, She's always so bad."

	"And those two are good and bad," Mamoru supplied, 
sitting Red-Moshi onto a chair.  He grabbed a belt handing 
on the closet door and gave Red-Moshi and evil glare.  
Surprisingly, Red-Moshi didn't even make a sound as she 
sat still.

	"Now that we've got that settled," Makoto started.  
"We know what the Red, Yellow, White and Black bows are, 
what are the other two?"

	Minako tipped over to the bed and peered over 
Pink-Moshi's shoulder.  "I'm guessing this one is love 
here, she's sighing over a picture of Hoshi-san and...
NANI?! Jadeite!?"

	"Hee!?" Usagi exclaimed, quickly crossing the 
room and peering over Pink-Moshi's shoulder.  "Wow, 
there are two pictures!" Usagi started to grin.  "Oooh, 
now I see, Mo-chan's in love with TWO guys!"

	Minako sighed and crossed her hands over her 
heart.  "I only know that situation too good.  I once 
had to pick between two guys."

	Artemis sighed.  "Yeah, and remember they 
were from the Dead Moon."

	Minako gripped Artemis' tail and yanked.  
"That doesn't matter, what mattered was I chose both!"

	Before anyone else could say anything, Blue-Moshi 
started to sob even louder, her shirt was drenched 
with the amount of tears she was producing.

	"And that one would be sadness," Rei said.  
Throwing her hands in the air she asked, "Now that 
we know what they are, how do we piece her back together!?" 

	Everyone in the room shrugged, even the two cats.

	For the first time since being forced to sit down, 
Anger spoke.  "What if we don't WANT to be back as one."

	Bad piped up from her corner.  "Yeah, it's enough
having to deal with these other versions, but now, I'm 
on my own!" she howled with an evil expression across 
her face.

	Mamoru decided THAT was the Moshi to keep a firm 
eye on.

* * * *

	Outside of Hoshi's apartment building, a man in 
a dark trench coat stared up at the window that was Hoshi's 
bedroom.  His stormy gray eyes narrowed with hate as a 
snarl ripped across his lips.  "You will die..." he 
muttered under his breath as he removed his trench coat.

	Clad in dark jeans, boots and tee shirt, the man's 
dark hair made his entire outfit look dangerous.  Leather 
finger-less gloves encased each hand as he balled them 
into a fist.  A .45 in a holster was strapped to his 
left-thigh.  Walking over to the fire escape, the muscles 
in his thighs bulged as he started the trek up to Hoshi's room.

* * * *
	
	Hoshi had just left the bathroom from where he 
splashed cold water onto his face.  His cheeks were still 
ruddy and his eyes looked swollen from crying.  Walking 
into his bedroom, he sat at his desk and stared at his 
image in the mirror.  He was noting how huge his face 
looked when he heard a small sound like a pop come from 
the fire escape.  A flash of fire hit his cheek as his 
mirror shattered into a million pieces.

	Gasping, Hoshi turned and saw the man in black 
on his fire escape.  "Damn, I missed," he growled.  His 
finger eased towards the trigger.  "I won't miss again."

	In most situations when a person is faced with 
danger, they will do either two things: fight or flight.  
Adrenaline kicked in and Hoshi chose flight.  He jumped 
to his feet, over turning his chair and storming down 
the hallway.

	His father heard the commotion and came from 
the living room, only to see his son's frantic expression 
as he tore down the hallway.  Before Koichi could even 
ask what was happening, he heard a soft pop and Hoshi 
screamed.

	"GET DOWN!" Hoshi yelled as he felt a sting on 
his right shoulder.  Father and son tumbled to the ground.  
Hoshi grabbed his father and rolled into the bedroom.  
Making sure his father was OK, Hoshi took a risk and 
ran back into the hallway, heading for the front door.

	Before he could get the door open, he felt a 
hand grab the injured shoulder and turn him around.  
Hoshi yelped in pain when he saw the man's face.  
Thick black eyebrows were knitted together over eerie 
gray eyes.  Ice skittered down Hoshi's spine as his 
own eyes rounded in fright.

	"Don't take this personally," the man said 
as he leveled the .45 with Hoshi's forehead.  "Just 
think of it as a lesser of two evils." A sound that 
could be called a chuckle escaped his throat as his 
finger started to pull the trigger.

* * * *

	In the Chiba residence, it was utter chaos 
as usual.  Mamoru felt the urge to rip every strand 
of his black hair from the root as the six Moshis 
continued to chatter about in their own manner.  
Anger and Bad were REALLY getting on his last nerve.  
The others weren't so bad; the Inners had lulled them 
out into the living room and were dealing with them 
quite well.  He had the job of watching the worst 
sides of her personality.

	"I swear if you two don't stop, you're going 
to see MY bad side and MY anger!" he roared at the 
two Moshis.

	At the sound of his voice, the two reared 
back in fright and actually grabbed at one another.

	A scream came from the living room, grabbing 
their attention.  Bad and Anger rushed from the room, 
leaving Mamoru to wonder, what was it NOW?

	The Moshi with the pink bow, Love, was trying 
to leave out the front door amongst a group of arms 
keeping her pinned in place.  Her eyes were closed 
as she scrabbled for the front door, vainly trying 
to get out and go wherever it is she had in mind.

	Mamoru growled for the tenth time that night. 
"NOW what is it!?" he roared, standing in front the door.

	Love opened her eyes, tears forming in them.  
"Hoshi's in trouble!"

	Chibimo suddenly snapped into action.  "What 
do you mean?!" she asked, grabbing Love by the shoulders 
and making her face her. 

	Love sighed.  "He's here to hurt him! We've 
gotta save him!"

	"HE?!" Chibimo and Miko exclaimed in unison.

* * * *

	Hoshi closed his eyes and prayed that the 
bullet wouldn't hurt.  He heard a loud thump and 
felt the hand let go of his shirt.  Opening his eyes, 
he saw his father armed with a baseball bat standing 
over the body of the fallen man.

	"Whoa, too-san!" Hoshi exclaimed.  Hoshi had 
never seen his father so irate, let alone armed with 
a lethal weapon.

	Koichi kicked the man's gun away and flung 
the bat to the side.  Not speaking, he quickly ushered 
the man's unconscious form to a chair and proceeded 
to tie him up using sailor knots.  When he was finished, 
Koichi grabbed his son in a hug. Both Tenchinos 
trembled with fear now surging since the threat was removed.

	The man's head snapped up quickly, making both 
men jump away in fright.  "The hell?" he exclaimed as 
he strained against his tethers.  

	"Uh, didn't you hit him kinda HARD!?" Hoshi 
asked, looking at his father.

	Koichi scratched his head in confusion.  
"Better than anything I ever hit since my college days!"

	The man spat at their feet, snarling.  "You 
couldn't knock a kitten out with that swing."

	Hoshi quirked one dark red eyebrow.  "You 
were out long enough for us to tie you up." He 
resisted the urge to pull one eyelid down and stick 
out his tongue.

	Koichi made sure to move the gun to another 
room.  He returned later with his cell phone.  "I 
don't know why you attacked my son but the police 
will be here in minutes."

	Feigning indifference, he shrugged.  "So, 
your police won't save Hoshi."

	Two pairs of green eyes grew round.  "Why 
are you after me?!" Hoshi exclaimed.  "I don't 
even KNOW you!"

	The man smirked.  "It doesn't matter if 
you know me or not.  What matters is how fast I 
can get rid of you and my sisters."

	Koichi looked at Hoshi.  Both shrugged in 
confusion.  Hoshi twirled one finger near his temple.  
It was obvious this man was a looney.

	"Shi and Miko thought they were slick, but 
I'll show them who was quicker!" he growled, straining 
against the ropes again.

	At the mention of Shi and Miko, Hoshi's ears 
perked.  The names sounded familiar, as he thought 
harder, he realized that they were Moshi's friends 
from school! "Why do you want to hurt them!?"

	"I don't need to tell you anything!" the man 
roared, straining one last time and the ropes fell apart.  
Pandemonium hit the household as he lunged at Hoshi, 
wrapping his hands around his throat.  Koichi was 
spurred into action as he leaped on the man, throwing 
all of them to the ground.

	Koichi slipped a half nelson onto the man, freeing 
Hoshi from his grip. "Run!" he ordered, applying more 
pressure and making the man's face turn blue then purple.

	"I'm not leaving you!" Hoshi exclaimed.

	"Shimatta, Hoshi!" Koichi cursed.  "I said RUN! 
He's after you not me!" 

	Hoshi jumped to his feet and ran for the door.  
Giving one last look at his dad, he hit the hallway 
heading for the exit.  "Mamoru-kun can help me." he 
thought as he ran down the stairs and exited the 
apartment complex.

* * * *

	"Oh this is bad," Miko said as she paced with 
Chibimo.

	Chibimo had a hand under her chin as she paced.  
"We didn't foresee this.  He had no knowledge of us 
coming here... unless..."

	Both girls turned and looked at Jadeite.  

	Jadeite felt a cold drop of sweat slide down 
his face.  "I'm innocent!"

	"Yeah, right," Rei snorted, earning a swat on 
the arm from Minako, who glared at her.

	"We'd better get moving," Chibimo said, bringing 
her wand to bare. "Since she can track him we should 
take her." She nodded to Love, who quickly jumped to 
her feet.

	"Let's go," Miko said.

	"Matte!" Usagi exclaimed, standing in front 
of the door.  "Aren't you going to tell us what's 
happening!?"

	Miko's eyes softened.  "Gomen, Usagi-sama.  
This is me and Onee-chan's mess that you can't fix."

	The two quickly transformed with an utterance 
of words and few flashes of light.  To everyone's surprise, 
Love transformed as well into a modified fuku of Sailor 
Utopia.  The parts that should have been white were 
sugar pink, matching the bow on her head.

	"Well, that answers THAT question," Jadeite muttered.

* * * *

	Hoshi ran to Mamoru's as quick as he could.  
His breath was coming in shallow pants as he felt a 
sharp pain in his side.  He continued on, his run 
turning into an almost drunken stagger.  He felt that 
he couldn't run anymore and started to collapse, his 
eyes closed.  Expecting to feel the cold ground, he 
felt a warm body and arms enveloping him.  Opening 
his eyes and looking up, he saw Moshi's violet eyes 
looking back, shimmering softly in the darkness.

	"Moshi..." he whispered as he fainted.

* * * *

	Koichi continued to wrestle with the man, 
trying vainly to keep the half nelson locked on him.  
The man bucked like a wild horse, trying to slam 
Koichi into walls and furniture.  Just when he thought 
the mad man might pass out he quickly flipped Koichi 
and threw him into the wall.  The professor's unconscious 
form slid to the floor and landed in a heap.

	The man retrieved his handgun and replaced it 
in the holster.  "That punk," he growled.

* * * *

	Mamoru helped Chibimo usher Hoshi into the 
apartment.  His shirt was tacky with blood that oozed 
from a nickel-sized wound on his shoulder.  The 
younger man fought as Mamoru tried to wrestle the 
shirt away from the wound.

	Hoshi howled with pain as he felt the skin 
rip from the force Mamoru used to reveal the wound 
on his shoulder.  He resisted the urge to plant a 
fist across Mamoru's face.

	The Senshi watched in fright as Ami appeared 
with towels to stop the steady stream of blood oozing 
from the wound.

	Together, Ami and Mamoru scanned the wound on 
Hoshi's shoulder.  "I think the bullet is still in 
there, there isn't an exit point in the front," he 
mused as he poked and prodded near the area.

	"We'd better get him to a hospital then," 
Ami stated.

	Mamoru shook his head.  "No time, I better 
remove it myself."

	Hoshi's eyes grew wide when he heard Mamoru's 
statement.  He frantically scrambled, trying to get 
away, but pairs of hands held him in place. A groan 
escaped Hoshi's lips as he felt Mamoru's hands poking 
around the wound.  He felt a flash of pain before 
passing out.

	Mamoru held one hand back and extended his 
thumb, forefinger, and middle finger.  Concentrating, 
the three fingers shone a soft yellow. He jabbed the 
three fingers into the flesh, feeling it give slightly 
around his fingers. With a quick tug, Mamoru felt the 
bullet dislodge and pop into the air.  Ami caught it 
in a towel and set it on the table.  Once he removed 
his fingers, the skin slowly healed.

	When Hoshi finally came to, he felt Moshi's 
arms wrapped around him protectively.  His eyes 
fluttered open and he spied the pink bow on her hair.  
Pink? Moshi never wore pink bows.  "Moshi?" he whispered.

	"Hai?" she responded, her large violet eyes 
flushed with tears.

	He snuggled deeper in her embrace.  "Gomen 
nasai." He blinked and saw Moshi looking down, the 
blue bow standing out brightly on her hair.  Blue? 
Wasn't she just wearing pink?  Hoshi blinked again 
and saw more Moshis appearing over him with various 
colored ribbons on their hair.

	"Oh kami, did I die?!" he exclaimed, jumping 
from Pink Moshi's lap and looking at the various 
expressions on the Moshis faces'.  He looked to his 
left and saw a stone statue of Moshi sitting next to 
him on the couch.  "Nan da?!" he yelled, jumping to 
his feet and wobbling slightly.

	Rei suddenly ran forward and shoved him hard.  
Given that he was already wobbling, the sudden shove 
tipped him over and deposited him on the couch.  Love 
gasped and jumped to her feet, blazing a trail towards 
Rei.  If Ami and Minako hadn't intervened, Rei and 
Moshi's Love would have started rumbling right there 
in the apartment.

	"What was that for?!" Usagi exclaimed, looking 
from a shocked Hoshi to an enraged Rei.

	Rei's cheeks were flamed with anger.  "He 
deserved it, especially for the way he's been 
treating her!"

	For a few seconds everyone was silent.  
None would believe that Rei of all people would 
suddenly speak for Moshi.

	She huffed and continued.  "Over these last 
months I've seen her become a totally different 
person all because of YOU!" she exclaimed. "And 
if you had a lick of sense in that dense head of 
yours you'd get it together and act right!"

	"Rei-chan," Love sighed, letting her hands 
drop to her sides. 

	Makoto started to beam.  "Couldn't have 
said it better myself!"

	Hoshi had the decency to look ashamed.  
"I--I didn't know," he stammered softly.

	"Well now you do!" Makoto exclaimed, 
earning a firm nod from Rei.

	"Kami-sama, I didn't know it was this 
bad," he stated, looking at Mamoru.  "You hate 
my guts too?"

	Usagi saw the look cross Mamoru's face 
and she spoke up.  "Let's just say you probably 
would have been in the hospital tonight!"

	Everyone started to laugh and the tension 
in the room broke.  Once it died down, Minako spoke.  
"Well, now that's over and we don't feel the need 
to kick your butt.  What happened?"

	Chibimo and Miko shrugged.  "That's how we 
found him.  Luckily for him, she caught him before 
he passed out."

	Hoshi suddenly remembered the events earlier.  
"Some crazy guy broke into our apartment and tried 
to kill me!  If my dad hadn't clocked him with a 
baseball bat, he would have splattered my brains 
on the wall."

	Love let out a shriek of fear and collapsed 
to the floor, wrapping her arms around Hoshi's legs.

	Chibimo's violet eyes narrowed.  "What did 
he look like?"

	"He was taller than me, black hair and these 
creepy gray eyes," Hoshi said, trying to remember.  
"Oh yeah, and he knew you two! He said he was after you!"

	"Shimatta," Chibimo cursed.  "I knew that 
bastard would follow!" She started digging in her 
pocket, drawing out her henshin wand.  Miko quickly 
followed and both headed for the door.

	"Wait a second!" Mamoru exclaimed, jumping 
to his feet.  "This is the second time you two are 
trying to disappear.  What's going on!"

	Miko shook her head.  "We can't talk about 
it.  It's OUR problem!"
 
	Rei jumped to her feet, her eyes flashing.  
"Obviously you're not handling it right!"

	A sound of a door opening came from the 
hallway.  Seconds later the remaining Moshis appeared. 
Once they reached the living room, they huddled together 
and started to whisper loudly.  Sad peered over Happy's 
shoulder and glared at Hoshi.  Hoshi, feeling slightly 
embarrassed that this possibly could be *his* fault, 
shrank back against the couch and felt the cold marble 
of the statue next to him.

	Love looked a bit affronted, folding her arms 
and sniffing delicately.  No matter how Happy tried 
to get her to join the huddle, Love stiffly refused.

	Mamoru was getting worried, he didn't much 
like the conspiratorial looks crossing the Moshis' 
faces as they continued to whisper, every few seconds 
a different Moshi peered over the group, either 
glaring or laughing at Hoshi.

	The Inner Senshi sensed the change in the 
atmosphere also.  Rei, even though she'd roughly 
shoved him, stood in front of Hoshi, ready to brave 
any sudden Moshi onslaught.  The others quickly 
took noticed and moved into position.

	The group stopped whispering and suddenly 
broke apart.  Anger stepped forward and spoke.  
"We've come to a decision."

	Mamoru and the Senshi stiffened.  They 
didn't like the fact that Anger was being the 
spoke person for the group.

	Anger looked at her fellow Moshis.  The 
different colored ribbons all bobbed as they nodded.  
She turned back to the others and continued.  
"We've decided to merge back together."


To be continued


Oshimai, da yo!

Next Arc: Closure Pt 2

*** JAPANESE USED IN ARC TWENTY - ONE***

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


Arigato -- Thank you
Hai -- Yes.
Kami -- God.
Matte -- Wait
Nani - What.
Onee -- Sister.
Shimatta -- Dammit