AN: Hey Minna! how's it going? Pretty good here.. my file erased all my stories, but HUGE thanks to Jupiter and Patch cuz I have most of them back now *whew* - hehe. BTW, Patch is going to be co-writing the rest of this series with me, she is a very talented and wonderful writer and I'm very honored to get to work with her ^_^ HUGE thanks to my editor.... we won't say just how many problems this story would have without her. HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who has emailed me! ***HUGS*** I love you all! Now.. go read! Insert usual disclaimers that no one reads anyway here... yada, yada, yada.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` I know at first it seemed like I could never even begin to like Usagi-chan. How could the gentle, graceful Princess of a thousand years ago be the same klutzy, air-headed Usagi that I know now? But if there is one thing that I've learned, beside self-control, over the last couple of years; it is that love never changes. I will honor and protect the Princess now as I did then. The love she and her Prince share is just as strong now as it was one thousand years in the past. Unfortunately, just like then, she couldn't bear to live without him. Now I can only hope that the end here, isn't as it was then. -Haruka. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Don't Let Me Go: Insanity Chapter: 3 By: Bethany Edited: Meara Rated: Pg? yeah, bout right ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I don't know what to do," Minako commented to thin air. Everyone was quiet. "What can we do?" Ami asked. For once the handy dandy mini computer couldn't help her out, and frustration was building to a peak. "I feel so bad for her." Haruka chewed on her thumb nail, deep in thought. "Setsuna; do you know anything?" The tall Senshi of time shook her head no and twirled her time staff thoughtfully. "I never saw this coming..." Truthfully, she could find out what would happen - but decided against looking into the future; almost too afraid of what will happen to Usagi without the Prince. Makoto walked aimlessly through the small apartment. Her eyes scanned over how neat and clean everything was, how the kitchen was full of Mamoru's favorite foods. A shiver ran through her; it was as if he was still alive. A squeal of delight came out of the bedroom and all of the Senshi stood. Rushing towards the door, they stopped just in time to avoid running into each other. "Wha--?" Rei put her hand over Makoto's mouth and quietly came closer to the door. Pressing her ear to the door she listened. Everyone stood stock still, waiting. Finally Rei moved from the door. "I don't think she's alone." *~*~*~*~~*~*~* "Oh Mamo-chan, I've missed you so much," Usagi cried, burying her face in his chest, rubbing her cheek against the flannel fabric on his chest. "Mamo-c-" Suddenly she stopped. "What.. Mamo-chan, you hate flannel." Mamoru laughed lightly. "Hai, but you like it so I thought I would wear it for you." "But you never would before..." she noted. He chuckled, causing the sound to vibrate throughout his chest and put his arm around her waist. "Don't question it, my sweet. I just want to make you happy." One delicate eyebrow raised up. "You never would do it before... you're allergic to it, ne?" "Usagi," Usagi looked up, why did he call her that...? "Usagi! Wake up!" Slowly blue eyes peaked out from behind dark lashes. "Rei-chan?" "Hai, you were dreaming." A rush of tears started falling from Usagi's eyes. "Rei-chan, he's alive. He has to be! I can't live without him!" she sobbed, buried in her best friends arms. The door opened wider, allowing Minako, Ami and Makoto in the room. Slowly they each perched on the bed and laid a comforting arm around their best friend. "Oh Usagi-chan, it'll take a while. But you'll feel better," Minako tried to tell her. The blonde shook her head no almost violently. "No! I won't forget him. Never!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Like a dark blanket, the light in the sky moved to make way for the darkness. Small twinkling stars ajoined the skies of Tokyo, and an un-usually warm breeze caused a tall girl's brown, wavy hair to fly past her face. "It's so good to be home again," Reika sighed, taking in the sights around her like she had been gone for ages. "You feeling any better?" her compainion asked, worry evident in his deep voice. "Hai, just needed to be home." A strong hand reached out and squeezed hers tightly. "How are we going to tell Usagi-chan that we couldn't get Mamoru's stuff?" "I don't know, she'll take it hard. I hate to see everyone so upset." The couple walked through the streets of Tokyo, towards the Crown Arcade Center. Digging deep in his jeans pocket, Motoki produced a ring of keys and used a gold colored one to open the sliding glass doors. After a short hunt for the switch, the lights came on in the arcade. "Oh, I'm going to kill my sister..." the man mumbled, noting the floors hadn't been swept before close. "Well, we'll put off talking to Usagi until tomorrow. Come on, I'll help you clean up this mess," Reika said, going towards the counter. Motoki heard a small gasp and looked up. Reika was looking out the front windows of the arcade, her mouth open and eyes wide. "Reika, honey, are you alright?" She ran towards the door and pushed them open. Her profile moved from left to right while she scanned the street. One arm encircled her from behind. "Dajibou?" "I... I thought I seen a ghost," she whispered, closing her eyes to deny that she had indeed seen a black haired man walk past the doors. "I must have been imagining things." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hai, this is shorter than the rest - but they will get longer after the next chapter. I hope ^^; Email everyone! Email is good! Email is your friend..!! Email me.... ^_^ Luva! Bethany Bethany212@aol.com http://anime.at/bethsere