This is my first attempt at a fanfic, so please help! :-) 
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Hope you like it...

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DISCLAIMER:
"Sailor Moon", all characters and situations, are owned by Naoko
Takeuchi and her minions. :-) This story is written as a tribute
to the series and not meant to infringe on Ms. Takeuchi's ownership
in any way.

WARNING!!!! LEMON AHEAD!
'Nuff Said. :-)

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"Whispered Dreams"
Chapter One: Destinies

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	Usagi looked up out of the window, her slender hands propping 
up her chin as she regarded the beautiful orange and pink clouds 
floating in the twilight sky. A small sigh escaped her as the 
glittering gold of her engagement band caught her eye.
	"I should be beyond happy right now," she whispered sadly, her 
full bottom lip thrust out in a pout. Shaking her head slowly, Usagi
forced her cloudy blue eyes away from the one tangible promise of 
what was destined to occur in the morning.
	"Destined..." Usagi repeated her thought aloud, tasting the 
word on her tongue. A word that had once held such an incredibly 
beautiful comfort and fascination for her, now filled the former 
Sailor Senshi with an emotion akin to dread.
	Blinking away the tears that suddenly drenched her cheeks, she
calmed herself. "Life is such a prison," she complained without
rancor as her white fingers traced little patterns over smooth wood 
of the window sill. "Or at least, my life is."
	As a bird cooed nearby into the slight April breeze tumbling 
through the leaves, Usagi sat there quietly as she watched all 
control of her life slip away. "Not," she sighed again as the last 
of the sun's rays escaped from the darkening sky, "that I ever had 
control in the first place." The urge to break down into tears 
almost overwhelmed her, but she couldn't. She wasn't sure what it 
was, but *something* just refused to give.
	For five years I've been engaged to Mamoru, Usagi thought, an
ironic smile stealing its way to her lips. "He's been everything to
me since I was 14," she mummured as she stretched her long legs. 
"Simply everything."
	While other girls spent their teens struggling with school and
engaging in a mad pursuit of every conceivable boy in hopes of 
capturing Mr. Right, Usagi had been assured by the universe that
she never had to worry for her Destiny was waiting for her.
	 It had all been ordained in the dream of a thousand years. 
A thousand years before, a thousand years hence, it really made no 
difference. In one time, she was the betrothed of Earth's Prince
Endymion, and in the other, she ruled with a King of the same name
at her side. When she had been a girl of 14, Usagi had embraced that 
fate with all her heart, but now, the nineteen year old woman she had
become wished desperately for Destiny to forsake her and allow her 
to make her own mistakes.
	"Why can't I?"
	"Why can't you what?" a feminine voice responded, a tad
impatiently. With surprise written in her eyes, Usagi turned towards 
the black cat who was currently lying on her bed. 
	"I don't know... Didn't see you in here," Usagi mentioned, a 
blonde eyebrow raised in query.
	Luna shrugged as she absentmindedly began kneading her claws on 
the old, pink bedspread. "You weren't paying attention. Why can't you
what?" she repeated.
	Usagi took a deep breath as she turned back to her window. 
"Why can't I just live a normal life?"
	"What are you talking about?" Luna demanded as she leapt from
the bed to Usagi's warm lap. "You *are* living a normal life..."
	"No, I am not."
	Luna rolled her eyes as she regarded her charge. "Don't be 
silly, Usagi."
	Usagi gently removed Luna from her lap as she stood up. "I 
don't think I am." Crossing over to the other side of the room, she 
stopped short in front of the full-length mirror. "Look at me, 
Luna... Look at me. Can you see the changes inside my heart?"
	Luna snorted as she reclined once again on Usagi's bed. "Come
on, Usa-chan. You're getting married tomorrow..."
	"Like I don't know it? Damnit, Luna, *look* at me!" Usagi
insisted, her lovely features flushed with anger. 
	"You look as you always do," Luna muttered.
	"Yes, Luna, I do," Usagi admitted, the anger having fled her 
light soprano. Her hands found the coils of hair at the base of 
each ponytail. Loosening the band, her golden mane poured down her 
back all the way to her ankles. Usagi looked in the mirror before 
her, her head shaking slowly from side to side.
	The sadness in Usagi's normally cheerful eyes shocked 
Luna out of a reprimand. "Usagi...", she began hesitantly.
	"I'm sorry Princess Selenity died. I'm sorry Neo-Queen Selenity
never really gets to live. But what about me? What about Tsukino 
Usagi?"
	Luna shook her head violently. "You ARE Selenity, Usagi! What
do you think we've been trying to pound into your head for the past
few years?" she groaned as she nearly slapped a paw against the 
yellowed crescent mark on her forehead.
	Usagi blinked. "Yeah, I guess I am."
	Luna gave her charge a loving look. "You are just nervous, 
Usa-chan. You have a big day tomorrow."
	"Yes, I do."
	Luna yawned as she relaxed underneath the covers. "Come to bed,
Usagi. Sleeping will help the time pass more quickly. "
	"I'll be right there." Usagi was beginning to sound like 
herself, the talking cat noted with relief.
	"Turn off the light, please," Luna requested as she let her 
eyes close.
	A moment later, the cheery pink and white room was sheathed in 
darkness,  the dim moon washing the room in shadows. 
	"What are you doing?" Luna groaned in frustration as a small 
sound found its way to her sensitive feline ears. 
	"Nothing any more, Luna." Usagi answered abruptly as the 
annoyance stopped.
	Luna lazily opened a single eye as she Usagi's graceful form
move towards the bed. Had the contrary moon not decided to pick
that moment to break free of the clouds, Luna would have never known 
until morning, and Usagi would have been spared a night of scolding.
Unfortunately, though, Murphy's Law sprung into effect.
	"Oh, great Goddess. Usagi! What happened to your hair?"


				* * *


Minako grinned as she rearranged the veil over Usagi's face.

	"You look beautiful!" she exclaimed happily as she tossed a
hairpin towards Makoto. 
	Makoto nodded enthusiastically in agreement. "Yeah, Usa-chan,
you are going to make Mamoru so proud of you!"
	Usagi looked at the only two friends of hers that could make
it to her wedding, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "You think 
so? I mean, with my hair..."
	Mina tapped Usagi gently on the shoulder. "The last thing
Mamoru will notice is your hair, Usa." Cocking an eyebrow, Mina
shook her head slowly. "Why did you cut your hair anyway?"
	With a shrug, Usagi turned back to the mirror. "Guess I 
just didn't want to be 'Odango atama' anymore," she answered, 
her voice distant.
	"Why not?" Mako questioned, her well-toned arms folded
across her chest.
	The strains of a slow piano piece floated slowly up to
Usagi's room. Suddenly, it all fell into place, and the reality
hit the bride hard.
	"I... I... don't want to go out there," Usagi insisted, her
beautiful face white with fear. "I don't want this..." Taking a
short step backwards, her trembling hands went to her throat. 
Immediately, the other two girls were at her side, drawing her
into a big hug.
	"It's ok to be scared, Usa-chan." Mako stated, her own 
eyes filling with tears. "Really. But you have *nothing* to worry
about. I mean, you are marrying *Mamo-chan*. You've always dreamed
of this day. And now, it's happening...!" Mako exclaimed, her eyes
dancing with the excitement.
	"Yes, it is." Usagi offered her two best friends a weak smile.
"Did you ever think, guys, that we'd be standing here now..."
	"Yes..." the both grinned simultaneously.
	Mina pushed Usagi back to the mirror. "You two are meant to be
together. Like two peas on a knife..."
	"That's 'two peas in a pod', Mina-chan," Mako corrected, a
smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
	"Yeah, whatever!" Mina rolled her eyes as she turned her 
attention back to Usagi. "Look at yourself, Usagi. You will never
have doubts, never have regrets...you guys are written in the stars."
	"Oh, quit it, Mina!" Usagi broke out into a huge grin. "You 
are beginning to sound like that Dark King..."
	"But it's the truth, Usa-chan," Mina gave her friend a quick
peck on the cheek. "You look beautiful, Princess."
	Usagi blushed as she took a timid glance into the mirror. 
"Even now that my hair is gone...?" Her eyes immediately focused on
her shining hair which flowed down to the middle of her back.
	"It'll grow." Mako smiled as she sat on Usagi's bed. Looking 
around, she shook her head slowly. "I haven't been in here for 
years!" 
	Taking extra care of her expensive bride's regalia, Usagi
crossed over to the bed. "Yeah, I was kinda surprised that Mom 
didn't change it or anything since I moved out."
	"She's hardly even touched it," Mina said as she swiped 
her gloved fingers over a bookshelf. "Eww... shouldn't have done
that, now I gotta clean this before they give us the cue."
	"And we all know how much you hate cleaning," Mako laughed
as she watched Mina nod enthusiastically.
	"Don't see how you could stand it," Mina admitted as she 
walked towards the door. "Be right back."
	Usagi nodded as she blew some of her bangs out of her face.
"Geesh, maybe I should let these grow out..."
	"Maybe..." Mako answered noncommitantly. It was blatantly
obvious that she was no longer listening.
	"What's up?"
	Mako smiled as she stretched out on the bed. "Just thinking.
Remembering the last time I was in here." Forgetting the pink
bridesmaid dress she wore, Mako let herself fall on the sheets.
Of the former Senshi, it was now Mako with whom she was closest.
	Usagi pulled the transparent veil off her head, lost in
her thoughts. "I never thought I'd come back here again. I mean,
Mama and Dad were *so* angry with me for deciding to move out 
with Mamo-chan...I was so certain they'd never forgive me."
	"But they did." Mako shrugged as she remembered helping the
sixteen year old Moon Princess lug boxes of her stuff to the car
waiting outside. 
	"Took them forever, though. Three years..." Usagi complained,
that whiny quality she had been certain she banished so long ago
returned to her hushed tones.
	Mako smiled, a look of romantic awe lighting up her pretty
face. "What's three years in three thousand? They had to accept it,
Usagi... The universe gave them no other choice. Anyway, your 
parents have been great. Not only have your parents allowed you to
move back in for these past couple of months, they also insisted on
having the wedding here."
	"Yeah, they've been pretty good about it," Usagi nodded, her
heart brimming over with love for the people who had given her life
in this age.
	The door opened slowly, and Mina peeked in. "Why's it so quiet
in here?" the blonde asked as she walked in. Straightening her light
pink gloves, Mina shook her head slowly. "For god's sake! It's more
like a funeral in here instead of a wedding!"
	Usagi plastered a weak smile on her face as she regarded her
two friends. "I guess I'm just a tad nervous...Remember when we 
first found out about this whole Sailor Senshi deal?" she asked, 
not even seeming to realise that she changed the subject.
	Mako grinned. "Yeah. It was so neat being able to actually
do something about that evil instead of waiting for someone to 
do it for you." 
	"It was definitely cool to fight the bad guys," Mina smiled
as she lost herself in memories, "but it was soooo cool to become
a star, too."
	"I remember," Usagi started, a blush creeping up her neck 
only to spill over her cheeks, "wanting to be as graceful and 
beautiful as you, Mina-chan..."
	Mina beamed happily.
	"And when Luna found me, and told me that I was actually
Sailor Moon, it was like a dream come true. Suddenly, I was 
beautiful, and quick...I wasn't just a klutzy crybaby anymore,
I was a superhero!" Usagi blushed vividly at her friends' amused
smiles. Shaking it off, she went on. "But when I found out that
I had to fight..."
	"You were never really one for battle," Mina acknowledged,
immediately regretting her quick words as she saw the bride cringe.
	"No, definitely not," Usagi admitted. 
	"Of course you weren't," Mako shrugged. "You are too loving,
Usa-chan. You fought when you had to, but your heart was never in it.
You just aren't a violent person."
	Usagi blinked. "But it was my destiny to fight..."
	Mina nodded. "You did what you had to, Usagi. Anyway, let's 
forget about this for now. The wedding will start in minutes." Mina
stood up. "Let's get going."
	Laying her palm on Usagi's forearm, Mako shook her head slowly.
"You were...still are... our leader, Usa-chan, but I think Fate 
screwed up big time when it made you carry weapons..."
	"That's enough, Makoto!" Mina snapped, her nostrils flaring
with anger. "Usagi has been the best of us. Sure, she had her 
problems, but she did her job, and she did it well."
	Blinking, Usagi stood silently.
	"I never meant that she didn't make a good warrior, Mina!
Jesus. Don't get so defensive. I just meant that she should have
fought evil through other means, not physical."
	Her lips twisted as Mina considered how to respond. "Maybe."
	The sudden knock at the door cut Mako short as she opened 
her mouth to speak again.
	"Usagi!" her mother's voice called through the door. "Usagi!"
	Hurrying to the entrance, Usagi flung it open. "Mama!" she 
cried happily as she pulled her mother into a hug. "Is everything
ready?"
	Her mother nodded sadly, her greying black hair bobbing with
the movement. Mrs Tsukino surveyed her daughter carefully. "You look
beautiful, honey. Here...let me put your veil back on."
	Usagi smiled as the love for her mother filled her heart. 
Handing the pretty, lace garment to the short woman, Usagi felt the
tears well up in her eyes.
	With the trembling hands of a woman about to give away her
only daughter, Mrs Tsukino gently placed the veil on the golden 
head.
	"I love your hair, Usa-chan," she smiled as her index finger
tapped a falling curl. "It's about time you got rid of those silly
pigtails."
	Usagi looked down. "You didn't like them, Mama?"
	"Oh, when you were a little girl, they were so cute! But for a 
woman, well...they just didn't compliment you." Mrs Tsukino admitted
as she finished fixing her daughter's headdress.
	Eeeking out loud as she heard the musical cue, Usagi turned
white as she looked towards the door.
	"Are you sure you want this, Usagi?" her mother asked, hope
glittering in her eyes.
	Usagi stood there, her heart suddenly aching with some emotion.
Bracing herself against the unknown, she nodded slowly. "I do."
	And minutes later, that girl, Tsukino Usagi, was gone from the 
face of the earth, only to be replaced by a young woman by the name 
of Chiba Usagi. 	

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	"I can't believe that's finally over," Mamoru said as he flung
himself in the soft chair in his apartment...Their apartment.
	Usagi smiled uncertainly as her hands played with the intricate
embroidery of her wedding gown. Her Mamo-chan had not made one move
towards her the entire night. Maybe he was more upset about her hair
than he admitted, she thought, cringing at the idea.
	"Um, Mamoru?" she asked, her voice timid. "Are you mad about 
my hair?"
	Looking up, Mamoru shook his head slowly. "No, I'm not mad,
Usa...I just wish you would have asked me before you did it." 
Shrugging off any continuation of the conversation, he grabbed her
hand. "Come on, Usa. Let's go to bed. I'm beat."
	Smiling in relief, Usagi gladly followed her husband to the
bedroom. "Oh, ok, Muffin." 
	Loosening his collar, Mamoru turned to his new wife. "You do
look beautiful tonight, Usa..."	
	Blushing with happiness, she glanced down at the carpet. 
Suddenly, his hand was on her chin, forcing her to look him in the 
eyes. 
	"Take off your dress, Usagi," he ordered, a strange look coming
into his blue eyes.
	"Uh, yeah," Usagi nodded as she felt her heart twist with 
anticipation. Although they had lived together for three years, never
once had they made love. Maybe it went against his morals, or 
perhaps he didn't want to make her feel as though she *had* to, but 
in any case, Usagi didn't know. But the pleasurable pain she was
feeling in her heart soon cast out any thought which may had been
unfortunate enough to find it's way into her head on a night like 
this.
	Slowly, she undressed herself, enjoying the exciting tingling
sensation that came to life between her legs. A shudder of happiness 
travelled up her spine as she watched his intent eyes focusing on
lace hiding her cleavage. Dramatically, she stripped the obnoxious 
cloth away, enjoying the way desire had clouded his eyes.
	Mamoru strode over to her, his long fingers reaching to cup
her breast. 
	"Ouch!" Usagi exclaimed as he squeezed hard on her pink 
nipples.
	He gave her a look of impatience. "Don't tell me that you
are *that* sensitive, Usagi..." 
	Wincing at the coldness in his voice, she shook her head.
"I'm ok. It just felt so good, it caught me off guard," she lied,
wondering if he knew that it had hurt her.
	"You had better get used to it," Mamoru rolled his eyes. 
"There's a lot more stuff coming."
	Yup, I guess he did, Usagi thought as Mamoru took over the
job of undressing her. The thrill of it all came back as she felt
his strong hands on her bare back. Her hands reached up to unbutton
his shirt.
	"Not yet," he smiled, batting her hands away. "You go first."
	Delighting in the erotic promise, she let him strip her down
to her white lace panties.
	He stepped away from her for a moment as he looked her over.
"Oh, Usagi...you are so beautiful," he mummured as his eyes traced
over the gentle lines and curves of her body.
	Shivering, with both passion and cold, Usagi stepped closer 
to him. "No," he insisted as he pushed her on the bed. "I said you
go first."
	Literally tearing off the expensive underwear, he threw it 
aside, ignoring her gasp of protest. He kneeled at the edge of the
bed, his black tuxedo dusty from the floor. His eyes widened as they
caught view of the curly, blonde triangle at the apex of her thighs.
	He dove between her legs, forcing them apart with his hands.
His tongue teased her nether lips apart, causing the girl to moan
with pleasure. But suddenly, all sensations stopped except an
indifferent pressure at the opening of her vagina.
	Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked down to see
Mamoru sticking his wet tongue up her virgin hole. Blinking, she
wondered what was wrong with her. It just melted her heart to see
him trying so hard to give her pleasure, but for her not to even
feel it, Usagi knew that something had to be wrong with her.
	Oh, well, she thought as she faked a groan of pleasure, I 
don't want to hurt him. Usagi increased the intensity of her groans,
throwing herself completely into her acting job.
	After one particularly strong wail of pleasure, he removed
his face from her dry area. "Did you orgasm?" Mamoru demanded, 
saliva dripping from his face.
	She nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly
caressed the liquid off, hoping that her husband didn't realise that
it was there.
	"Stay there," Mamoru said as he stood up. Unzipping his pants,
he pulled out his limp manhood. Roughly, he jerked his hand up and 
down the veiny shaft. Usagi watched in wonder as the flesh hardened,
and began to grow to about the length of her Moon Wand. Whimpering 
at the idea of that thing entering her tender flesh, she started 
scooting away.
	"Usagi! Come on! You went over already. It's my turn," Mamoru
insisted as he pulled her back down into easy reach. Usagi bit her 
lips hard to keep from screaming. 
	He doesn't mean to hurt me, she told herself repeatedly. He
doesn't know...he doesn't know. 
	With only a grunt as warning, he thrust his hard organ into 
her, tearing both her dry entrance and her maidenhead with one 
violent move. Pulling her hips hard to his body, Mamoru shoved in 
and out at a breathtaking speed. Usagi looked up towards her Destiny,
the tears clouding her view. It hurts so much, Usagi cried inside as
she prayed for Mamo-chan to finish this horrid deed. Blinking, she
regained control over herself. Her pubis, literally numbed by his 
exertions, was turning red from the strength of his thrusts. She 
looked up at his slack-jawed face, and the feral look in his eyes 
and shivered. Are those women insane? she wondered as she remembered
the scores of romance novels she read while growing up. I can't
imagine any woman... Usagi gritted her teeth as Mamoru suddenly
grabbed her pink nipples *hard*... I can't imagine any woman, she
continued, ever finding this pleasurable, much less romantic.
	Finally, after an eternity, Mamoru reached his release, gasping 
as he buried himself as far in her as he could. Usagi cringed as he
lay on top of her, his full weight crushing her lungs. Get off, get 
off, she pleaded silently, hoping that any part of him would 
understand.
	After a few minutes, he pulled his limp member out. Smiling 
happily and blatantly ignoring the blood covering his penis, Mamoru
gave Usagi a little kiss on the forehead. "I love you, Odango Atama,"
he whispered as he let himself fall to the bed.
	"I love you, too."
	The next thing Usagi knew, she could hear gentle snoring coming
from her right. Brushing her tears away, she lifted herself carefully
from the bed, taking every precaution to ensure she didn't wake her
only love.
	"Damn!" she breathed harshly as she felt a stream of liquid 
escape from her breached hole. Sticking a finger in her vagina, Usagi
whimpered as she saw the blood. Calm down, she commanded herself, as 
she attempted to walk towards the bathroom. The numbness of her first
sexual encounter wore off, making her realise exactly how sore she 
was.
	Startled at all the blood dripping down her thighs, but knowing 
it was only natural after her first time, Usagi rushed to the 
lavatory to clean herself up. Looking in the mirror, Usagi blanched 
as she noticed the chaotic picture she presented. Her sunlit tresses 
looked anything but as they fell in stringy knots down to the middle 
of her back. "I look like hell," Usagi admitted sadly as she noticed 
the tear-stains covering her cheeks, her puffy eyes, and swollen 
nose. Washing her face slowly and carefully, Usagi turned away from 
the mirror, wondering what other joys married life had in store.

				* * *  

	The man in the olive green trenchcoat exhaled with impatience
as he watched that nitwit, Mamoru, fall directly asleep after he
unknowingly screwed up his first night with his new wife. The man 
looked in the direction of the lavatory, wondering how long it would
take for that snippet of a girl to return.
	As hard as it was, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry
for his sworn enemy. Even though he had watched the scene from the 
safety of his crystal ball, it would have been impossible to miss
how much that big lug hurt the former Sailor Senshi. He couldn't 
rejoice at her pain, for it was unnecessary. No one should be 
denied the chance to fight back (if nothing else, Beryl taught 
him that), and that's the right Mamoru stole away when he accepted
Usagi's complete heart. 
	Pushing his awkward compassion aside, the man focused his 
thoughts on the matter on hand: the complete and utter destruction 
of the girl currently weeping her heart out in the bathroom. He 
hated the lithe blonde with all his soul for it was for her crimes 
that he had spent three agonizing years dealing with the worst 
torture anyone could conceive: being trapped in a block of ice, 
while fully conscious.
	The fallen Dark King, Jadeite, smiled evily as he brought 
the box of chocolate candy out of a pocket. Laying the box carefully
under her pillow, he looked down at the insignificant human 
sprawled across the queen-sized bed. 
	"Bastard," Jadeite whispered softly as his eyes darted from
Mamoru's dark hair and tan complexion. "You break her heart, over
and over again, only to regain her trust and hurt her more. Yet, 
your dedicated little wife has been nothing but loyal and loving
towards you. If it wasn't so important that she receives her 
punishment from my own hands, I'd be content to let you be the
one who kills her," Jadeite shook his head as he opened a portal
to his own realm. "Because, you realise, you will..." 
	"Uh, Jadeite?" Usagi asked, her eyes wide as she saw the
handsome blond man standing above her husband. 
	"Yes, Jadeite. Jesus. How quickly we forget," Jadeite 
muttered as he moved towards the beautiful girl who was currently 
wearing only a towel. Tearing his eyes away from the well-rounded 
globes of flesh peeking from the top of the towel, he focused on 
her pretty face.	
	"Get out of here," Usagi demanded in an angry whisper as she 
instinctively drew away from the intruder and towards her sleeping
husband.  
	Jadeite gave a small bow. "As you wish, Madam Chiba." 
Stepping into the dark portal, he instantly winked out of sight.
	Usagi whimpered as she collapsed to the ground. Sniffling, she
wiped her eyes, wondering what to do next. 
	"Usaaaagiiii," Jadeite's voice echoed softly in the room.
"Usagi, don't even dream that this is over. Sleep well, Princess."
	Just as abruptly as it began, the voice faded into oblivion,
leaving Usagi on the floor, trembling.
	"Jadeite's back?" she whispered. 
	"Usa..." Mamoru growled, half asleep. "Quit talking and get
back to bed."
	Usagi barely stopped herself in time before she told her new
husband what just happened. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and
walked towards the bed.
	"It was probably just a dream," she told herself firmly as 
she got into bed. "That's it...just one of my nightmares coming
back to haunt me." Smiling, she looked lovingly to her snoring 
husband. "It has been a long night. But it's worth it to be 
with you."  
	She leaned back slowly, content to spend the rest of the 
night just watching Mamoru ('cause God knows, after that nightmare,
there was no way in heck you could get her to go to sleep any time
soon) only to bolt up as something bit into her neck. Looking down, 
Usagi turned pale as she noticed the red heart box of chocolates 
peeking out from beneath her pillow. Steeling herself, she picked 
up the ornate card attached to the undoubtedly expensive box. 
		
	
		Congratulations, Madam.
   			-J


	Chiba Usagi closed her eyes tightly, trying to find the 
strength within her to suppress her terrified sobs.


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