It's almost frustrating, how quickly he takes to the game. It's taken her weeks to get as good as she is at it -- feeling as drawn to the game as she did the other scouts and Tuxedo Mask (little does she realize that's because one of the other scouts is communicating with her through the game).
It surprises her when he puts her name in. It's nice -- and again not that they're enemies but they weren't exactly friends either.
"Thank you."
It's not the same as beating the game herself, but it's still nice to see her name at top.
There's a reason she was drawn to him, but the reason is locked to her while her memories of the distant, ancient past are still locked away. He wonders if that has something to do with the missing silver crystal, if she won't awakened until the powerful gem her mother once wielded is found.
He wishes he knew where it was.
"You're welcome." Mamoru turns to smile at her and catches the time on the wall. He jumps up. "Shit! I have class in ten minutes. Sorry, Usagi. I have to go."
But in his hurry, he leaves his bag behind. Full of all his books and notebooks and pens, all kept neatly within organized compartments. If she tries to hand it to him outside, she'll find that he's nowhere in sight.
(Using his abilities to parkour across Tokyo to get to class on time? Absolutely.)
He also left behind his stuff. Like....all of his stuff. Part of her has to resist the urge to be nosey and poke around it. It's probably just stuffy text books anyways.
She would have went to his fancy school to return it after classes -- but life as a soldier of justice is never over. One of their enemies begins to spread negative energy waves across the televisions and it begins to wipe out people in mass, herself included. But Tuxedo Mask finds her and encourages her to transform and save everyone. She manages to do it --
But she passes out afterwards. She doesn't remember much after that except a familiar warmth carrying her. She began to feel healthier, not just physically but spiritually as well. But she still needs sleep after all that. When she wakes up she's still in her fuku....and in someplace she doesn't recognize. She finds a broken watch in her lap. It has lunar phases on it.
Tuxedo Mask's?
She transforms back into her regular self. She had transformed in front of him -- again. He seems to know everything about her. But he's always helping her. There's no way he could be the enemy.
He felt her stir into consciousness before she actually opened her eyes, and he has half a mind to put the mask back on. To keep up the illusion that he's someone she doesn't know. Perhaps that's the thing he should have done, but he made the mistake of leaving his mask, cape, and top hat on his desk chair in the bedroom. He'd shrugged the pieces of costume (battle tuxedo?) off haphazardly after bringing her here, immediately heading to the bathroom to see to her wounds.
Except they'd healed, and he'd sat on his bed beside her dumbfounded until he realized he must have done it. That possessing the ability to heal was something he had in common with his past self. So instead, he'd seen to cleaning the blood from her skin and making sure she was comfortable and left her to sleep it off.
And now she was awake and likely confused and alarmed about being in some stranger's apartment, leaving him with little choice but to reveal himself to her.
Gathering his courage, he steps into the bedroom from the hall. "How are you feeling? You were out for a while. I'm sorry about bringing you here, but you were still transformed and I didn't want your parents to see you. I assume they don't know you're Sailor Moon."
Why is she in his apartment? And how does he know she's Sailor Moon? She's almost about to say she tried to tell her dad once and he thought she was joking but then she spots it -- the discarded cape, hat, and mask. Why didn't she notice it before. His soft voice? Those blue eyes that feel like they look right through her? She gently rises to her feet, grabbing the mask. She holds it up to his face to see it for herself -- but that's not all she sees.
Maybe it's being this close to him when he's already awakened. It's hard to say -- but flashes of old memories flood her mind. A golden crescent moon glows on her forehead as her clothes change again -- not into her fuku but instead into the flowing dresses she had worn as the princess, centuries ago. She remembers it now -- how awfully things ended before. Him dying. Her taking her own life.
Maybe this time, their story could have a happier ending. There's a warmth and glow in her chest and between them the crystal is drawn out of her body, where it had been lying dormant. It seems to be emboldened by the power of their connection.
Whatever he was expecting her reaction to be, it wasn't this. Not him triggering an awakening in her, something that brings him both unbridled joy and a deep sense of regret. He had wanted her to just live as close to a normal life as she could, to be the sort of carefree she hadn't had the opportunity to be in their previous life with all the pressures of being a princess bearing down upon her shoulders.
And now that very princess is before his eyes once more, Usagi taking on the form of his long lost love. It makes him wonder how he ever managed to be so blind, for she looks the same as she did then. How did he not realize the girl in his dreams was the one he kept bumping into on the streets?
Mamoru takes a step towards her and in a flash, he's in his princely form. "Serenity."
It's not what any of them expected. Eventually, when Minako comes on the scene, her attempts to a decoy will be harder. Somewhere in the back of her mind she already knows she has to tell her feline companion the truth -- assuming Luna's memories haven't been awakened too. It occurs to her now that they must have been sealed off as well.
Her life stopped being carefree the moment she became Sailor Moon -- being the princess adds to that burden, certainly, but she can't find it in her to care, not when faced with the overwhelming joy at seeing her long lost love again. She doesn't hesitate to close the gap between them, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
"It all makes sense. How it felt like I already knew you. And kept running into you -- both of you."
Endymion holds her tightly to him with one arm, the other outstretched to catch the silver crystal in his palm. The warmth of its energy is like a soothing balm as it hovers above his hand.
"I've known since the masquerade," he confesses to her. "I awakened then, but I could not force you to remember."
"That must of been hard, having to keep it all to yourself."
But admirable too. He could have tried to force her to remember, confessed everything, but he had kept it to himself, for her sake she imagines. She's grateful for it, but she's even more grateful she remembers.
"It was," he admits, "but I didn't want to burden you. As much as I wanted you to remember, I also wanted you to be able to just live, free from the tethers of our previous existence. You have more freedom here than you ever did back then. I wasn't going to be the one to take that away from you."
The crystal shines, as if to accept responsibility for doing that. For making her remember, for drawing the Dark Kingdom out of hiding in a quest to seize it.
Leave it to her to find a positive in all this, a positive he can't argue with. Endymion ought to be more cross with the crystal he carelessly drops onto his bed so he can fully envelop her in his embrace, but how can he truly be mad about this when he has her back? She remembers him, as he was long ago. It's not the set of memories he'd been after, but they're memories he welcomes all the same. Memories that tell him so much about himself that had been a mystery before that fateful night at the masquerade.
Because of how everything played out, she doesn't even know yet that he doesn't have the memories of his childhood as Mamoru. It'll still be upsetting once she does find out, no matter what version of her she is she has a bleeding heart. But there's time for them to learn things about the new versions of themselves, right now, she's just basking in the memory of the old ones. They're finally reunited.
Maybe this time, their story could have a happier ending.
Before they were reborn. That battle on the moon, Beryl's attempts at striking the princess down and the steps he took to prevent it. His own generals turned against him, his people labeling him a traitor.
Endymion doesn't know what became of his parents or what happened after he was struck down. (He's not sure if he wants to.)
In some ways she doesn't want to tell him. She doesn't want him to know how she took her own life after losing him. She wants to spare him that sorrow.
"Before we died?"
Not exactly a lie, but not the whole truth either.
The knowledge will horrify him, but it will also serve to strengthen his resolve to prevent the past from repeating itself. To keep them from suffering the same fate. Surely they weren't reborn just to do that all over again. Surely they're meant for something different this time.
"Yes," the prince answers. "I remember your tears and thenโ Then there was nothing. Not until I was reborn in this life."
And even then, his current incarnation was missing his childhood memories. Whoever that child was prior to that car accident, it's still lost to him.
Much as she'd like to spare him the terrible truth, she can't get herself to lie to him. Not about something that important.
"I killed myself shortly after," She says in a quiet voice. "I couldn't stand the idea of living without you, of losing you. My mother must have done something for us to be reborn."
Endymion lurches back from her, putting space between them, even though his hands remain upon her shoulders. He stares at her with wide eyes, clearly shaken by the knowledge of her desperate act.
It feels like a sharp pain in her chest, the way he puts space between them. She doesn't blame him. She didn't like telling him. Her own eyes well up with tears as she bows her head.
"I didn't know what else to do. And I thought you deserved to know."
It's a blow like no other, to know that she sacrificed herself out of grief, unable to live without him when he had taken that sword in order to save her. To ensure she lived. But it seems no matter what he did, whatever choice he would have made back then, the result would have been the same. The heir to the Silver Millennium dead and his planet at fault for unleashing the forces of the Dark Kingdom. If not for the corruption born of his people, their darkness never would have festered and spread.
Endymion's hands lift from her shoulders so he can cradle her cheeks in his palm, tipping her face up so he can meet her gaze.
"Promise me, Serenity, that you won't do that again. Whatever happens in this life, don't do that again."
The idea of losing him again, even thinking about it, brings up those old feelings of desperation and panic. Could she really promise history wouldn't repeat itself?
He leaves her so he can retrieve the discarded silver crystal from the bed. It feels warm in his hands as he holds it out to her.
"This world needs you."
Queen Serenity was no long around to take care of the darkness that threatened to overtake the Earth once more. If history repeated itself, who would stop Beryl and her forces from taking over the world? People would suffer; her family and friends, his classmates, the other senshi...
She takes the crystal from him. It is still warm and pulsating light, as if reacting to both of them.
"Then you better not die on me again, because I need you."
If she's going to make that kind of promise, he does too. Every step of the way he has helped her grow stronger as a scout, more sure and confident in her powers. She needs him by her side.
His parents never told him about the golden crystal, perhaps out of a need to protect him and ensure that no one would take an interest in it after seeing how much attention Queen Serenity received from having the silver crystal proudly on display. Had the forces of the Dark Kingdom been aware of it, they might have attacked Elysion before they stormed the Moon Kingdom.
"I don't plan on it," he tells her, "but if it came down to you or me... Serenity, you have a life here. You have a family, friends, the girls, and Luna. I don'tโ In this life, I don'tโ"
Oh. Wow. It was surprisingly harder to talk about, now that he knows what having a family is. Remembering his previously life paints a picture of what he's been missing, giving him a glimpse at what that hollow void in his life ought to have been filled with.
"I don't have that," he finally manages, head bowed. His hand grips the pommel of the sword at hip. "I'm an orphan. I dreamed of you, my princess, but I didn't realize that you were the key to my past life and not the memories that have been blocked since the car accident that took my family from me. No one would miss me, but so many people would miss you."
Her heart breaks at his words. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right that she was born with so much and he was born with so little in this life. He's been alone all these years. Her eyes well up with tears at the thought. No wonder he had been so determined to try to find the crystal for himself, he had just wanted the memories of the family he did have back -- and instead he got memories of another life.
"I would miss you. And --" She cuts herself off as something snaps into place. The generals they've been fighting, the enemies -- they had been his soldiers. Some of them are dead again already but two should still be around. Zoisite and Kunzite.
"We have to find a way to save your generals from the enemy." Because she believes whatever swayed them to the dark side could be undone. That ultimately, their loyalty to their prince would override everything, if they could just remember it.
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It's almost frustrating, how quickly he takes to the game. It's taken her weeks to get as good as she is at it -- feeling as drawn to the game as she did the other scouts and Tuxedo Mask (little does she realize that's because one of the other scouts is communicating with her through the game).
It surprises her when he puts her name in. It's nice -- and again not that they're enemies but they weren't exactly friends either.
"Thank you."
It's not the same as beating the game herself, but it's still nice to see her name at top.
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He wishes he knew where it was.
"You're welcome." Mamoru turns to smile at her and catches the time on the wall. He jumps up. "Shit! I have class in ten minutes. Sorry, Usagi. I have to go."
But in his hurry, he leaves his bag behind. Full of all his books and notebooks and pens, all kept neatly within organized compartments. If she tries to hand it to him outside, she'll find that he's nowhere in sight.
(Using his abilities to parkour across Tokyo to get to class on time? Absolutely.)
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Wait did he actually use her real name?
He also left behind his stuff. Like....all of his stuff. Part of her has to resist the urge to be nosey and poke around it. It's probably just stuffy text books anyways.
She would have went to his fancy school to return it after classes -- but life as a soldier of justice is never over. One of their enemies begins to spread negative energy waves across the televisions and it begins to wipe out people in mass, herself included. But Tuxedo Mask finds her and encourages her to transform and save everyone. She manages to do it --
But she passes out afterwards. She doesn't remember much after that except a familiar warmth carrying her. She began to feel healthier, not just physically but spiritually as well. But she still needs sleep after all that. When she wakes up she's still in her fuku....and in someplace she doesn't recognize. She finds a broken watch in her lap. It has lunar phases on it.
Tuxedo Mask's?
She transforms back into her regular self. She had transformed in front of him -- again. He seems to know everything about her. But he's always helping her. There's no way he could be the enemy.
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He felt her stir into consciousness before she actually opened her eyes, and he has half a mind to put the mask back on. To keep up the illusion that he's someone she doesn't know. Perhaps that's the thing he should have done, but he made the mistake of leaving his mask, cape, and top hat on his desk chair in the bedroom. He'd shrugged the pieces of costume (battle tuxedo?) off haphazardly after bringing her here, immediately heading to the bathroom to see to her wounds.
Except they'd healed, and he'd sat on his bed beside her dumbfounded until he realized he must have done it. That possessing the ability to heal was something he had in common with his past self. So instead, he'd seen to cleaning the blood from her skin and making sure she was comfortable and left her to sleep it off.
And now she was awake and likely confused and alarmed about being in some stranger's apartment, leaving him with little choice but to reveal himself to her.
Gathering his courage, he steps into the bedroom from the hall. "How are you feeling? You were out for a while. I'm sorry about bringing you here, but you were still transformed and I didn't want your parents to see you. I assume they don't know you're Sailor Moon."
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....Mamoru?
Why is she in his apartment? And how does he know she's Sailor Moon? She's almost about to say she tried to tell her dad once and he thought she was joking but then she spots it -- the discarded cape, hat, and mask. Why didn't she notice it before. His soft voice? Those blue eyes that feel like they look right through her? She gently rises to her feet, grabbing the mask. She holds it up to his face to see it for herself -- but that's not all she sees.
Maybe it's being this close to him when he's already awakened. It's hard to say -- but flashes of old memories flood her mind. A golden crescent moon glows on her forehead as her clothes change again -- not into her fuku but instead into the flowing dresses she had worn as the princess, centuries ago. She remembers it now -- how awfully things ended before. Him dying. Her taking her own life.
Maybe this time, their story could have a happier ending. There's a warmth and glow in her chest and between them the crystal is drawn out of her body, where it had been lying dormant. It seems to be emboldened by the power of their connection.
"Endymion?"
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And now that very princess is before his eyes once more, Usagi taking on the form of his long lost love. It makes him wonder how he ever managed to be so blind, for she looks the same as she did then. How did he not realize the girl in his dreams was the one he kept bumping into on the streets?
Mamoru takes a step towards her and in a flash, he's in his princely form. "Serenity."
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It's not what any of them expected. Eventually, when Minako comes on the scene, her attempts to a decoy will be harder. Somewhere in the back of her mind she already knows she has to tell her feline companion the truth -- assuming Luna's memories haven't been awakened too. It occurs to her now that they must have been sealed off as well.
Her life stopped being carefree the moment she became Sailor Moon -- being the princess adds to that burden, certainly, but she can't find it in her to care, not when faced with the overwhelming joy at seeing her long lost love again. She doesn't hesitate to close the gap between them, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
"It all makes sense. How it felt like I already knew you. And kept running into you -- both of you."
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"I've known since the masquerade," he confesses to her. "I awakened then, but I could not force you to remember."
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"That must of been hard, having to keep it all to yourself."
But admirable too. He could have tried to force her to remember, confessed everything, but he had kept it to himself, for her sake she imagines. She's grateful for it, but she's even more grateful she remembers.
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The crystal shines, as if to accept responsibility for doing that. For making her remember, for drawing the Dark Kingdom out of hiding in a quest to seize it.
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"I started having tethers as soon as I awakened as Sailor Moon. It was only a matter of time."
But she doesn't care, because it led her back to him, and how can that be anything but good? She couldn't stop smiling if she tried.
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"I've missed you, Serenity."
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Because of how everything played out, she doesn't even know yet that he doesn't have the memories of his childhood as Mamoru. It'll still be upsetting once she does find out, no matter what version of her she is she has a bleeding heart. But there's time for them to learn things about the new versions of themselves, right now, she's just basking in the memory of the old ones. They're finally reunited.
Maybe this time, their story could have a happier ending.
"I've missed you too."
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Before they were reborn. That battle on the moon, Beryl's attempts at striking the princess down and the steps he took to prevent it. His own generals turned against him, his people labeling him a traitor.
Endymion doesn't know what became of his parents or what happened after he was struck down. (He's not sure if he wants to.)
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In some ways she doesn't want to tell him. She doesn't want him to know how she took her own life after losing him. She wants to spare him that sorrow.
"Before we died?"
Not exactly a lie, but not the whole truth either.
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"Yes," the prince answers. "I remember your tears and thenโ Then there was nothing. Not until I was reborn in this life."
And even then, his current incarnation was missing his childhood memories. Whoever that child was prior to that car accident, it's still lost to him.
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Much as she'd like to spare him the terrible truth, she can't get herself to lie to him. Not about something that important.
"I killed myself shortly after," She says in a quiet voice. "I couldn't stand the idea of living without you, of losing you. My mother must have done something for us to be reborn."
At least, it's the only theory that makes sense.
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Endymion lurches back from her, putting space between them, even though his hands remain upon her shoulders. He stares at her with wide eyes, clearly shaken by the knowledge of her desperate act.
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It feels like a sharp pain in her chest, the way he puts space between them. She doesn't blame him. She didn't like telling him. Her own eyes well up with tears as she bows her head.
"I didn't know what else to do. And I thought you deserved to know."
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Endymion's hands lift from her shoulders so he can cradle her cheeks in his palm, tipping her face up so he can meet her gaze.
"Promise me, Serenity, that you won't do that again. Whatever happens in this life, don't do that again."
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"I don't know that I can."
The idea of losing him again, even thinking about it, brings up those old feelings of desperation and panic. Could she really promise history wouldn't repeat itself?
Can she really imagine living on without him?
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He leaves her so he can retrieve the discarded silver crystal from the bed. It feels warm in his hands as he holds it out to her.
"This world needs you."
Queen Serenity was no long around to take care of the darkness that threatened to overtake the Earth once more. If history repeated itself, who would stop Beryl and her forces from taking over the world? People would suffer; her family and friends, his classmates, the other senshi...
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She takes the crystal from him. It is still warm and pulsating light, as if reacting to both of them.
"Then you better not die on me again, because I need you."
If she's going to make that kind of promise, he does too. Every step of the way he has helped her grow stronger as a scout, more sure and confident in her powers. She needs him by her side.
They're stronger together.
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"I don't plan on it," he tells her, "but if it came down to you or me... Serenity, you have a life here. You have a family, friends, the girls, and Luna. I don'tโ In this life, I don'tโ"
Oh. Wow. It was surprisingly harder to talk about, now that he knows what having a family is. Remembering his previously life paints a picture of what he's been missing, giving him a glimpse at what that hollow void in his life ought to have been filled with.
"I don't have that," he finally manages, head bowed. His hand grips the pommel of the sword at hip. "I'm an orphan. I dreamed of you, my princess, but I didn't realize that you were the key to my past life and not the memories that have been blocked since the car accident that took my family from me. No one would miss me, but so many people would miss you."
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Her heart breaks at his words. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right that she was born with so much and he was born with so little in this life. He's been alone all these years. Her eyes well up with tears at the thought. No wonder he had been so determined to try to find the crystal for himself, he had just wanted the memories of the family he did have back -- and instead he got memories of another life.
"I would miss you. And --" She cuts herself off as something snaps into place. The generals they've been fighting, the enemies -- they had been his soldiers. Some of them are dead again already but two should still be around. Zoisite and Kunzite.
"We have to find a way to save your generals from the enemy." Because she believes whatever swayed them to the dark side could be undone. That ultimately, their loyalty to their prince would override everything, if they could just remember it.
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i haven't written a real tag in like 2 months, this is gonna be ROUGH
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