Incognito Prologue

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I don't know why I thought this. But it is something that cannot go left unnoticed. It's just something I can feel in my gut. I can't explain why the two women cause so much turmoil inside my mind.

Usagi Tskuino. She's a bubbly blonde who's not the smartest and a bit of a klutz. She cries whenever things don't go her way, which is quite often. I love to tease her just so I can see her reaction. I catch her when she falls. I love the warm current that runs through my body when I touch her. She's my favorite part of the day, even though I'll never actually admit that to her.

Sailor Moon. The strong and confident leader of the sailor senshi. She cries when she gets scared, but it's sort of sweet. A wail that sounds oh so familiar. I always feel the urge to wrap my arms around her to feel a warmth invade my being, but I restrain myself. I would distract her too much. And although I only appear in the nick of time to save her and disappear to prevent my identity from being compromised, I still feel a strong pull toward her. Love? I don't know, maybe.

But both of them cause the same flutter in my chest and the flicker of recognition in my head. There's something about them that's similar that causes my senses to go haywire. As if they are the same person. I don't think it's possible, but I have to find out. I have to find out who Usagi is. To find out who Sailor Moon is. And I will, no matter what.

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A/N: I apologize profusely for the short prologue, but I needed to get this out. Otherwise who knows when I would have remembered about this? It's crazy! My memory sucks with a burning passion. Anyway, I plan to finish this…soon, I hope. I need to finish my AP European History Homework first, but I do plan to finish this one before summer for me ends on August tenth. But I'll try to finish my other Sailor Moon fics beforehand. Please review and tell me if you are interested in me continuing this. Thanks!