Author's notes: Previous notes still apply. Not too much to say this time around, except that this is a short chapter. Btw, six years have passes between Chapter 1 and Chapter 2. Of course you all know that Sailor Moon and it's characters belong to Takeuchi Naoko, Kodansha, and many other large miscellaneous companies. Any other characters in this story (there aren't that many) belong to me, and if you want to use them, please let me know. Send all comments, questions, flames to OTAKU9@aol.com Wrong Choices Chapter 2 Timothy Walters stared in awe at the beautiful woman he had come to adore. He had first met her six years ago when she arrived at his friend's, Robert Jr.'s, house for the first time. The little Japanese girl arrived with her blonde hair tied up in knots at the top of her head, and her tear-stained face begging for peace. Robert's father had told them that she was going to live with them. She was fourteen then, and Robert and himself were sixteen. At first Robert Jr. disliked the idea, but her kindness softened his heart and he began to love her like a sister. He remembered her struggling with her English, and finally mastering it. She dove into her studies, and had graduated high school at the top of her class. She had graduated from college, but had taken time off from university to pursue her career as a dancer. No one would have thought that the clumsy Usagi Tsukino would shed her clumsiness and become the graceful dancer, Serenity. The stage name suited her, for she was always serene. It seemed to be a part of her nature. She was withdrawn and quiet, and painfully shy; that was the only reason he and Robert were her only friends. Timothy was not surprised that in her six years of living in Washington, she never once went out on a date; and he was overjoyed about that. Robert, and himself were her only companions, and she was content. Timothy was jolted out of his reverie by the applause that filled the stage. Applause for the beautiful Serenity. The applause was overwhelming considering that this was just a dress rehearsal. She bowed slightly and a blush tinted her cheeks. She walked gracefully backstage, her silver hair flowing behind her in the two ponytails she always wore. It was strange, on the day of her eighteenth birthday, she woke up with silver hair. Not white, aging hair, but a beautiful silver that seem to glow in the moonlight. Once he had asked her about her strange hair color and unusual style, and she had said in a faraway voice that it was a sign of royalty. He never understood what it meant. He got up to meet her backstage. He knocked on her dressing room door and she invited him in. She sat at the mirror removing the make up off her slender face. He smiled at her. He had fallen in love with her, and it was about time that he let her know. "Hello Tim," Usagi said to his reflection in the mirror. "Usagi," he began as, suddenly, her dressing room door burst open. A very excited Samantha Rollins, dancer, ran to Usagi and threw her arms around her. "Samantha, what is the matter?" Usagi asked as Samantha stood in front of her, eyes dancing with joy. "Serenity, I have the most wonderful news! I know how you've missed Japan these past few years, and how you wanted desperately to return, but couldn't" "Samantha, I STILL don't know what you're trying to say," Usagi cocked her head in confusion. "Well," Samantha started ceremoniously, "your uncle has just booked us for a two week production stay in Japan!" she exclaimed happily. Usagi dropped the brush she was holding, and the color drained out of her face. "No, that's impossible!" she said as panic threatened to claim her. She stood and ran to her uncle's office leaving a very surprised Samantha and a very worried Timothy in her wake. Timothy followed Usagi to her uncle's office and pressed his ear to the door. "Uncle Robert," Usagi said, "how could you do this to me? You know the reasons why I can't return to Japan. I beg you to cancel this trip. I have yet to recover..." her words became difficult to hear as she began to whisper. "Usagi, I'm doing this for you. It has been six years since that day. You need closure. You need to finally close the book of the past so that you can begin your future. You know that running away was not the answer then, and it is not the answer now. You NEED this trip. Your family misses you, and so do your friends. I'm sure that Mam-" "NO," she screamed, "don't say it." Timothy heard her cry out, and begin to sob. He couln't take it anymore, and he burst into the room. She sat accross from her uncle crying into a handkerchief. Timothy grabbed Usagi's hand and led her out the door as he threw a sinister look over his shoulder to Mr. Robert Lester. ***** "Usagi, are you alright?" The words reminded her of that night that she and Motoki walked home in the darkness while she contemplated visions of death. "Yes, Tim, I'll be alright," she said softly trying to convince herself that it was true. They had reached her home and they were alone in her room. They sat on a couch; he stared at her, and she stared at the crescent moon outside her window. "Do you want to talk about it?" Tim asked her. "No" "Usagi," he began, "there is something that I've been wanting to tell you." "What is it?" she asked as she turned slowly to look at him. Impulsively he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. He caressed her lips with his, and she began to respond parting her lips, thinking of another. *Only one other has held my lips with such love,* she thought. "Mamo-chan," she whispered, and froze. Timothy stopped as the foreign phrase passed her lips noticing that she had stopped suddenly. He pulled back and stared at her curiously. "What does 'mamochan' mean, Usagi?" his innocent question tearing at the wounds of her broken heart and releasing all the sorrow once again. She stood up suddenly and walked to the window to hide the tears in her eyes and the paleness of her face. "I'm sorry, Tim. I must ask you to leave." "But Usagi, I thought you wanted..." he trailed off as she turned her head and looked at him with empty eyes. "I'm sorry, Tim, that can never be," she said solemnly. After a brief silence she continued, "Tim, you are my closest friend in America. I need to ask you a great favor. I know that you must hate me right now, and I would understand if you refuse, but I have to ask." "You know that I can't deny you anything, Usagi," Tim struggled to keep his voice from shaking. "I'm going to Japan, and I need you to be there. I need your support and your friendship. I must face my past, and I need you as my lifeline. Please, Tim, I can't bear to lose your friendship. I've lost too much already, and I don't want to lose you too." "Of course, Usagi. I have a friend in Japan, and I'm sure I can stay with him." He stood and walked toward the door. "I'm sorry, Tim," she said softly. "No, it's alright. I shouldn't have been so impulsive. I just need to know something." "Anything," she breathed. "What does 'mamochan' mean?" "It means 'my only love'" she said, a solitary tear running down her cheek. "I see," Tim said as he shut the door behind him. He walked out of the house defeated and confused. What had happened in there? He walked over to his car and got in, slamming the door. He sat there in the shadows, finally turning on the light as he rummaged through his wallet. Finally he found what he was looking for. *Mamochan...Somehow, I don't think that phrase applies to me. The meaning just doesn't sound right.* he thought as he sat in his car staring at a picture of Serenity. ***** The next day Usagi, her uncle Robert, Robert Jr., and Tim rode in silence in a limousine to the airport. Usagi sat in the limo staring out at the passing scenery. She memorized the details of the home she had known for six years. She knew that something decisive had to happen in Japan, and she had a feeling that once she saw her friends and family again, she would not want to return. She continued to stare out the window as she remembered in vivid detail the life she had led in America. She remembered arriving at her Uncle's home, six years ago, and being terrified at the sight that greeted her. A huge mansion, numbers of servants, and his son who at first seemed distant and aloof. Everything seemed so cold at first. Then, as she began to learn English and as she progressed in her studies, she began to enjoy being in America with her uncle and cousin Robert. She wasn't the Usagi she had been all her life. She became Serenity not only on stage but in her demeanor. She became graceful, shy, quiet, and even her physical appearance changed. She was not Usagi, the clumsy, rambunctious crybaby anymore; she was Serenity, and she was one step closer to her destiny. She remembered waking up on her eighteenth birthday and finding that her hair had turned silver and had grown back to it's original length. Her mother's royal silver on her head was all the proof she needed to see that she had matured. After graduating high school at the top of her class, she went to college, and after that she began to dance. When she danced, she felt like her alter ego, Princess Serenity, took over her body. She had choreographed her own routine, and designed her own costume. She danced in an abbreviated version of her Princess gown, though no one save her friends in Japan would recognize it. She danced to the tune of Endymion's locket. She danced an homage to the moon, and to her love. She became the music, and she became Serenity. Tim had asked her once how she created the effect of a crescent moon appearing on her brow in the middle of her performance, she had smiled secretively. When she danced as Serenity to that melody, she felt Endymion's presence in her heart. How did she ever believe that she would be able to escape her past. How could she escape Endymion? He was a part of her, and she was a part of him. How could she ever doubt that, and how could he? She had hoped that she would be able to forget him, and even contemplated using Tim to do so, but she couldn't hurt Tim. His friendship had become so dear to her. Dear Tim, she had suspected that he held different feelings for her in his heart, that he wanted more than friendship. She feared the day when he would reveal his true feelings, and how she would have to hurt him. She could never love another, not the way she loved HIM. She did hurt him. She could see it in his eyes. Usagi turned to Tim who sat next to her unmoving, staring at his hands. When he noticed her stare he looked up and the sadness she saw in his eyes was so overwhelming that she turned her head in shame. She wanted to reach out and touch his face, to embrace him and feel his strength, but she knew that it wouldn't be prudent. She needed him, but she knew there was a limit to his friendship. If she pushed too hard, and asked too much, she would lose him. Just like she lost Mamoru. ***** An airplane landed in Japan, and a silver headed passenger set a shaky foot on her homeland. ***** At the Hikawa Shrine, Luna stared silently at the Ginzuishou placed on a velvet pillow under a glass dome. She cocked her head in wonder as she felt a strange power emanating from the ancient ginzuishou. It began as a single pulse of light, barely noticeable. Suddenly, the light coursing through the ginzuishou had a rhythm. It began to beat to the rhythm of a heart. "Rei!" screamed Luna "Usagi has returned!" And older, wiser, and slightly saddened Rei walked into the shrine and smiled at the cat. "I know," she said calmly, "I feel the Princess' presence. She has returned to set in motion the events that will fulfill her destiny. We must wait, my friend, until she is ready to see us." She walked over to the glass dome and placed her left hand on it as she stroked the cat with her right hand. Luna smiled a feline smile. ***** End of Chapter 2. Sorry everyone, short chapter. What will happen now that Usagi has returned after six years? What will she find different? Again please send all comments to OTAKU9@aol.com