AN: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed 'Change'. This is the actual fanfic, ('Change' was just a prequel) for my twisted version of Sailor Moon. Sort of the first season, but sort of not. This picks up about a year after the last one left off. And a reminder, everyone is probably really out of character. I tried sticking as close as I could, but it wasn't going to work out. And I really just wrote this today, I don't know when I'll be able to update again, so I apologize if it takes me forever for updates. I kinda sorta know where this is going, but the problem will be getting it typed up.

I do not own Sailor Moon.

Sailor Moon caught the tiara as it returned to her waiting hand. The monster she'd been fighting, a creature she knew as a youma, fell into a pile of dust which quickly vanished.

"Moon dusted," she said, smiling triumphantly.

"Good work, Sailor Moon," a masked man said, dropping down to the ground beside her.

"Tuxedo Mask, I was beginning to think you wouldn't be here," the girl replied. "It was nice not hearing your psycho speech for once."

"As if your speeches are any better," Tuxedo Mask dryly replied.

Sailor Moon glared at the man, an ally but an annoying one at best. In the past year or so she had come to appreciate his sudden appearance in battle.

"At least I have a better attack than throwing flowers," Sailor Moon snapped.

"A flying disc isn't much of an attack either. And those flowers, which most people call roses by the way, have saved your life more than once."

The two stood glaring at each other before a news van showed up. The pair quickly fled the scene, making sure not to be caught on camera. They watched from a nearby rooftop as the news reporter gave what she concluded from the mass of unconscious people lying in the middle of the dark street. Meanwhile cops and paramedics showed up to take care of said people.

"Will they be alright?" Tuxedo Mask asked.

"Aren't they always? They won't remember anything."

He nodded.

"It's late. I have to go before someone realizes I'm missing."

"Will you be alright going home?"

Sailor Moon rolled her eyes. "I'll be better without you knowing where I live. Goodbye, Tuxedo Mask."

"I'm sure it won't be long until we see each other again," he replied.

Sailor Moon nodded and took off into the night. Tuxedo Mask hesitated for a moment, before deciding it would be best to go straight back to his own home and leave her be.

Serena rolled over in bed and slowly opened her eyes to see her alarm clock.

"I'm late!" she shouted.

Throwing the covers away the fourteen year old jumped out of bed and rushed through her morning routine. In record time she was out the door of the above garage apartment she rented from her Aunt Masami and Uncle Daiki. She made sure she had the keys before locking the door, knowing that if she locked herself out one more time the two would force her back to sharing a room with her cousin Mina. It wasn't really that Serena was irresponsible; she was Sailor Moon after all. She was just distracted by things no teen should have to face.

As she ran along the streets, her long blond hair trailed behind her, pulled up into matching buns with the remainder of it falling down to her knees. Since only a couple days after her parents and brother were killed- by an evil witch from her past life known as Beryl- Serena had worn that hairstyle. It was the hairstyle of the Moon Princess, Serena's identity in a past life.

"Hold it still," some kid said.

For some reason the wail of a cat caught Serena's attention. She stopped and looked up to see a small group of boys putting band aids over the forehead of a small black cat. The cat struggled and clawed at them relentlessly but they failed to let her go.

"Hey!" Serena called.

The kids looked up.

"Leave that poor cat alone," she said sternly.

"What are you gonna do about it?" one of the kids asked.

Serena walked over and swiped the cat from their grip. "You shouldn't be mean to animals. They can arrest you for that you know."

"Whatever. Let's go."

Serena stuck her tongue out at the boys slowly leaving the scene. Then she looked down to the cat, who was staring at her in a peculiar way.

"You're alright now, kitty," she soothed. "Let's get this off."

She slowly reached over to remove the band aids, revealing a golden crescent moon on the cat's forehead. Serena gasped and the cat jumped from her arms to the top of a nearby car. The cat studied her closely, seeming almost human.

Serena glanced down at her watch. "Oh no! I'm really late!"

Serena took off, hoping for once she would be fast enough to beat the bell. In a stroke of luck she entered the classroom just as the bell rang.

Her teacher, Ms. Haruna, stood. "Alright, class, please take out last night's homework and pass it forward."

Serena sunk down in her seat as everyone but her passed their papers forward. With trying to prevent the youma from stealing energy last night, she simply hadn't had time to complete the assignment. Not without staying up all night and sleeping class.

Ms. Haruna looked through the papers, noticing that one was missing. "Miss Tsukino, where is your homework?"

"I don't have it."

Ms. Haruna nodded, already knowing that response was coming. "See me after class."

Serena nodded and Ms. Haruna moved on. From the front of the room, Amy Mizuno looked back. Amy was the smartest girl in the class, having come from one of the most prestigious schools in the country. After that school closed she'd been sent to the same school as her old friend Serena. The blue-haired girl shared a looks of concern with Lita Kino, another friend of Serena's. Ever since the murder of her family Serena had become distant, barely talking to anyone at all. Both girls knew about Serena's suffering grades, and had tried to help. However, Serena had insisted that she was fine.

"Serena, that's the third time this week," Mina whispered.

Serena chose to ignore her cousin. She was completely aware of how many times she had either forgotten or been unable to do homework assignments. She knew exactly how badly her grades had suffered since she became Sailor Moon, but it wasn't like she could do much to stop it.

Mina realized Serena wasn't going to reply and she turned her attention to Ms. Haruna's lessons. The morning continued without incidents and students gathered their lunches and quickly left the classroom. Serena stayed in her seat then slowly approached Ms. Haruna's desk.

"We are halfway through the semester," Ms. Haruna reminded her. "And you are failing just about every subject."

"I know," Serena softly replied.

"You have two months to bring up your grades, at the very least to all D's. That's plenty of time if you would at least do the assignments, and spend just a few minutes studying. I don't want to hold you back."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ms. Haruna scribbled down a note. "This is an old friend of mine. Professor Jameson. She works at the local university. Students in her class are required to tutor younger students in high school and elementary school. Call her and tell her you are Serena Tsukino from Ms. Haruna's class and that you need a tutor for all subjects."

Serena nodded, accepting the paper. "Thank you, Ms. Haruna."

"She'll assign you someone who can help you with homework, and hopefully convince you to take schoolwork more seriously."

Serena nodded. "I'll call as soon as I can today."

"I told her you would. She's expecting a call from you."

Serena nodded and went outside. She was waved over to a spot by her friend Molly.

"How'd you do on that test from yesterday, Serena?" Molly asked.

"I failed it," Serena softly admitted.

Molly frowned. "It'll be okay, Serena. There are plenty of other tests coming up to make up for it."

Serena nodded.

Molly saw her friend was still depressed and suddenly came up with an idea. "Hey, my mom's jewelry store is having a sale today. We should go there after school."

Serena smiled. "I could use some new jewelry. And shopping always does make me happy."

Molly grinned. "My mom would probably even give you an extra discount. She's getting really into this sale."

Raye looked into the seemingly abandoned room. It had been nearly a month since she'd last seen Chad, a worker her grandfather had hired to help around the temple. She hadn't been worried at first, knowing that she could be very cruel to him at times, but then she realized if he'd actually left he wouldn't have left everything behind.

She sighed sadly and slowly closed the door.

Darien closed his notes as his last class of the day ended.

"Mr. Shields," the professor called.

Darien gathered his notebooks and went straight to her desk. "Yes, Professor Jameson?"

"I had a student call just before this class to sign up for tutoring. You're the only one in this entire class who has yet to begin the tutoring hours. If you don't have at least ten hours by the end of the semester, I can't give you credit for this class."

"I understand, but I can't be late picking my sister up from school. I don't have time to do this."

"Darien, you are bright student. You'll figure something out. I told her to come in tomorrow about this time and you can start your sessions then. Maybe you can find a time that would work for both of you."

Darien nodded.

"Good. Have a nice day."

Darien left the university campus. He stopped at his apartment just long enough to drop off his books. He looked out the window, feeling the loss of sleep catching up to him. Ever since the dreams of his princess- he felt slightly possessive of her, and decided long ago that she must belong to him- he hadn't gotten any sleep. He would always wake up just before she was about the reveal her face. Between that and helping Sailor Moon, sleep had become a luxury he wasn't able to have.

Groaning Darien pushed thoughts of his princess, and the crystal from his head. Sailor Moon had promised to help him find the Imperium Silver Crystal, the princess's only request. After a year of being allies he had come to find that Sailor Moon was also looking to find and protect the crystal. But she didn't want it in her own possession. The reason for that Darien, or rather Tuxedo Mask, could not get the young heroine to admit.

Noting the time, Darien picked up the keys to his apartment and left. He would have plenty of time to think about things later that night while returning home from another battle against the energy gathering demons.