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His daughter had returned to her proper place in the future, history had been put back on its proper course, and for the short span of ten minutes, all was right with the world. And then it lurched, violently to one side and then the other, sending Mamoru toppling forward through a bright red door. He felt like hew as lost in the depths of the time gate all over again, but in the place of temporal storms, there was an abundance of sunshine, the chattering of seagulls, and salt on the air from the waves crashing against the side of the ship.
Mamoru Chiba was no stranger to finding himself inexplicably somewhere he didn't intend to be, but this was a new one, a situation he wasn't quite sure what to make of just yet. Especially while there was a considerable lack of enemies poised to strike or danger looming on the edge of his senses.
There was nothing. Just this ship. This cruise ship to nowhere. Just—
"Usako?"
He ran — as fast as his feet would carry him, leaping over tables and lounge chairs, muttering quick apologies to those he breezed past with the skill and precision of someone who was used to dodging monsters, not people. Mamoru ran until he found her, bursting through the double doors leading from the outside to the air conditioned hallways within.
Mamoru Chiba was no stranger to finding himself inexplicably somewhere he didn't intend to be, but this was a new one, a situation he wasn't quite sure what to make of just yet. Especially while there was a considerable lack of enemies poised to strike or danger looming on the edge of his senses.
There was nothing. Just this ship. This cruise ship to nowhere. Just—
"Usako?"
He ran — as fast as his feet would carry him, leaping over tables and lounge chairs, muttering quick apologies to those he breezed past with the skill and precision of someone who was used to dodging monsters, not people. Mamoru ran until he found her, bursting through the double doors leading from the outside to the air conditioned hallways within.
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But that seems more than Usagi can ask for. Because after about ten minutes it seems like she's suddenly hurtling through a door and ending up in a hall...somewhere. When she looks out one of the windows she sees the ocean.
A boat?
Luna falls through shortly after her, landing on Usagi's head before jumping down to rest on her shoulder. This could be the work of a new enemy. They have to be careful. Etc. Etc.
Right. Well if she wants to get home she needs more information. So she starts wandering around, discussing things with her talking cat probably a little too openly.
But then her heart almost stops in it's chest when the doors fling open and Mamoru comes through them. She's not surprised he found her -- or that he's here too. This is kind of par for the course for them at this point. But she does practically sprint over to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
"Mamo-chan."
Selfishly, she's glad she isn't here alone. And that of all people she has him here with her.
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For her.
His life belonged to her and he would gladly give it up if it meant protecting her, something he couldn't do very well from afar.
So selfishly, he was glad to have her here, even if the not-so-selfish parts of himself wanted nothing more than to send her back to where she belonged. Usagi deserved to be a normal girl, deserved to live the life that Princess Serenity had been unable to.
"Usako," he echos, enveloping her in his embrace. "You're safe."
"We both are," chimes a voice at Usagi's feet. Mamoru draws back enough to peer down at Luna, hands resting on his girlfriend's hips.
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He may of been reincarnated for her but she can't imagine existing without him. A world without Mamoru simply doesn't compute.
She clings to him while she can, happy for something solid to hold onto.
At Luna's words she smiles a little. "We all are." It's not much as far as silver linings go, but it's something. A start.
"How long have you been here?"
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He dismisses that train of thought before it has a chance to get too far.
"Not long. A few hours. You?"
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At that the cat at their feet swishes her tail, nodding a little in agreement.
Usagi bites on her lower lip, worried now. "I haven't seen anyone else yet."
If her friends aren't here with them -- does that mean they're in trouble somewhere she can't help them?
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His eyes snap open. "They're not here. It's just us. There's plenty of other people on this ship, but no one we'd know."
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"I hope they're okay."
That they aren't stuck somewhere else, somewhere worse.
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"They're fine, Usako." Don't ask him how he knows, he just does. "Stop worrying." He smooths a hand across her hair in the valley between her odangos, kissing her forehead. "We're okay, and so are they."
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She hopes so.
"It's strange though -- if an enemy didn't bring us here then what did?"
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"I don't know, and that's what bothers me. For once, whatever brought us here doesn't seem to be interested in who we are. We're just one of many."
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"So it has nothing to do with who we are." It feels hard to believe, everything considered. When they've been taken before it's always been because of who they were, or who they would become. Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen. Serenity and Endymion. The future king and queen.
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(Later, he'll likely be a bit miffed that the king allowed him to believe his power was borrowed from the strength of the Silver Crystal, when his power wasn't taken from that at all. There's a crystal of his own hidden deep with in him, much like Usagi's Silver Crystal. He just doesn't know it yet. That seal hasn't been broken.)
"Nothing at all."
Which, aside from the kidnapping, is actually pretty refreshing.
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Sure, they were still kidnapped and all but at least it seems they were chosen at random. For once it isn't some conspiracy to get the crystal or kill her or brainwash him. It's just random.
Maybe it means at least while she's here she doesn't have to worry about being Sailor Moon for once. That weight and responsibility. The things that are always pulling at her.
Selfishly, she's almost glad for the break. Even though things had seemed peaceful once Chibi-Usa went back to the future she knew it wouldn't last. It never did. There will always be new enemies to defeat.
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Mamoru shares in that selfishness. It seems like it's been nonstop since the moment Luna gave Usagi the means to become Sailor Moon. It's been one thing after another, barely leaving them with any time to catch a break. The circumstances may not be ideal, but the calm is certainly welcome.
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There's an almost mischievous look in her eyes as she continues. "At least this way I won't have to tell my parents I'm just staying at Makoto's."
Maybe she should ask if he would want to share the same cabin but she can't imagine doing anything else.
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They're barely reunited for five minutes and Luna's already turning this into a mission.
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"Do we have to right away? Mamo-chan said he didn't feel any enemies -- no one seems like they're in danger."
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"Yet," Mamoru reminds her. "Our lives aren't known for staying quiet. You shouldn't let your guard down."
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And she does. She's learned it the hard way, peace doesn't last. There will always be another enemy, something else they have to defeat. And while their mission to keep everything is the most important thing to her she can't help but wish sometimes that they didn't have to.
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Being King (and Queen) isn't as glamorous as movies make it out to be.
Mamoru tugs on her arm to pull her back to him, enveloping her in his embrace. Luna follows suit, winding herself between Usagi's feet and legs.
"We'll figure this out."
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"We will."