In Fate's Hands

Summary: When Usagi's tiara gets burned in a previous battle and she transforms into Sailor Moon, Luna notices a mark on Usagi's forehead that changes timelines forever. Now with knowledge of her heritage early on; Usagi and Luna must hide her identity until they can get their hands on the silver crystal. But who is the Prince she keeps seeing in her dreams? And why can't she suddenly keep her hands of Mamoru! A man she despised! Or so she thought. Everything she knew about her life was changing with the revelation that she is the Moon Princess they had been searching for! Usagi/Mamoru, First Season Romance. Ratings could change.

Notes: Okay this is partly inspired by Act 4 of Sailor Moon Manga and Episode 4 of Sailor Moon Crystal. Mostly the part where Sailor Moon transforms and has no tiara on her forehead because it got burned in a previous battle. I was inspired by that little detail, but this story is set in the Classic Anime setting aka the 90s anime. Yes I am referring to it as Classic since Crystal came out. Anyway, the setting here isn't that specified episode wise but so far they Jupiter has joined the team so Makoto is in the group. Only one missing is Venus. I have tweaked the ages a bit, Usagi and the gang are 15, while Mamoru and Motoki are 18.

For those still not familiar with the Japanese names here they are:

Usagi = Serena

Mamoru = Darien

Rei = Raye

Ami= Amy

Makoto/Mako-chan= Lita

Minako= Mina

Motoki= Andrew

Malachite= Kunzite.

I am pretty sure all the other generals/shitennou names are the same and Zoicite is a boy.

Prologue

She wasn't sure where she currently was. All around her was mist. From the visible stars in the sky she guessed it was night time, wherever she was. Her eyes then fell on alabaster staircase, they seemed to run on forever, jumping over the marble floors and drifting up and up, reaching a palace like architecture. Oddly enough, the palace resembled Taj Mahal, the famous wonder of India she had heard about. But there were slight differences with the structure in front of her that made her realise that it wasn't really the actual Taj Mahal. It seemed to be bigger, wider than it.

Usagi frowned.

How was it that though her surroundings was completely covered with mist, she still had the perfect, clear view of this palace? The whole environment reminded her of setting of a horror movie, yet she didn't feel scared. She felt at…home.

"Weird…very weird…" she trailed as she wrapped herself with her arms, feeling her bare arms. At that she stiffened.

That shouldn't be how it felt like. Her pyjamas were full sleeved!

Alert, she finally looked down at herself and her eyes went as wide as saucers. She wasn't wearing her favourite bunny pyjamas, which she last remembered wearing. Instead she was adorned in a floor length, flowy, snow white sleeveless dress, with golden intricate designs embedded in the top half of the dress.

Before she could question about her outfit, she heard a male, but achingly familiar, trembling voice shout out.

"No!"

It echoed loudly, causing her heart to skip a beat and then a figure in black stood in front of her, defensively. Only thing she could note were his ebony locks from the back.

Something about this stance made her heart break. She opened her mouth, a name choking to come out when a shrill noise blared and her vision crumbled.

Groaning loudly, Usagi flipped to the other side of the bed, while snuggled under her blanket even more. She knew that noise. It certainly wasn't her alarm clock. Oh no, it was much, much worse. Her communicator. Which only meant one thing. Youma.

If she had to hazard a guess, probably at the park. She swore they never attacked anywhere else.

She couldn't help but feel irritation. She was enjoying that dream before the Negaverse came and cramped her style. It seemed so mysterious and…familiar.

She tried to tune out the screeching of her irritated communicator and tried to drift off to dreamland, hoping to have the same dream but before she could even successfully attempt that, she felt a small figure jump on top of her head.

"Oh no you don't! Come on, get up, the senshi need you!"

Luna looked at the leader of the senshi with knowing eyes. She knew her charge's habit and she also knew she had to give extra encouragement to get her working. While she had been improving the past few weeks, she seemed to be exhausted more, more than usual. This had ended up with this predicament, with her always forcing the senshi of the moon out of her bed. The situation almost made her wish she had her humanoid form back, instead of this cat form but before she could start cursing mentally Usagi gave a last groan and got up.

Muttering curses under her breath, she got hold of the communicator and switched it on.

"What?"

"About time you picked up you airhead! Youma at the park, we need you!" Mars screeching voice blared, as her fiery eyes pierced through her.

But already used to the priestess's harsh comments, she did not bat an eye lash and switched the communicator off.

"The park how original! Who would have thought!"

"Usagi…"

"Alright, alright, no need to get testy with me, moon prism power make up!"

Familiar warmth spread through her as lights and ribbons engulfed her. Within seconds her pyjamas transformed into her iconic red and blue sailor outfit as she took the form of Sailor Moon. Only evidence of Usagi left were her signature buns hairstyle.

Ready, she turned towards the window to jump out as usual and give her hundred mile dash over the rooftops when something niggled at her, something she noticed from the corner of her eyes when she saw her mirror. She turned back and stared at her mirror. Her eyes went wide and she touched her forehead.

"Nani! What am I gonna do now!"

She was paralysed as she her situation dawned on her.

"What on earth are you shouting about?" Luna asked, seeming confused at her charge's distress and shock.

"Why wouldn't I be shouting! My one weapon, one weapon I have, which successfully saves the day is gone!" she shouted distressfully as she started to pace back and forth.

Still confused Luna looked at Usagi blankly.

"What are you talking about?"

Growling in frustration that Luna wasn't understanding her predicament, Sailor Moon, turned angrily and faced Luna. Once she was looking directly at her, she pointed at her forehead.

"In case you haven't noticed, I have no tiara! It got burned in the last battle because of bloody Mars and now I have no tiara but this bloody mark splashed right in the middle!" she yelled in frustration, not even concerned about the fact that she could wake up her parents.

"How am I suppose to fight the youma now! Now Mars will call me useless even though its totally her fault I am tiara-less. Its fine she said, you will get a new tiara next transformation she said-" she would have ranted on about Sailor Mars but then she took it Luna's state.

Luna was petrified as a statue, her eyes unusually wide and her mouth open. She was looking at her as if she had grown a second head, instead of just losing a tiara.

"Luna? Luna what's wrong?"

She looked at her guardian uneasily, not used to Luna so silent. Her not lecturing? It was unusual, it was weird.

But Luna didn't answer her, she didn't even say anything back. Her eyes were trained on the symbol in Sailor Moon's forehead. Which was glowing brightly, without the tiara there. A shimmering golden crescent moon.

Luna fainted.