Title: Of Pink Moon Bunny Love, Sweet Chocolate Covered Kisses, and Silly Little Red Roses from Singing Silver Lockets… Name: Sakura Girl E-mail: alicefan@misystems.cnchost.com Type: Alternate Reality Romance Rating: PG Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to the almighty super goddess Naoko Takeuchi! The totally-humbled-by-Naoko-sama's-greatness-the-totally insignifigant-Sakura-Girl does not own anything of such great value! (Except perhaps her little humble collection of Sailor Moon merchandise she stores within the confines of her little humble room… ::Sakura flings around her little plastic Moon Tiara::) Of Pink Moon Bunny Love, Sweet Chocolate Covered Kisses, and Silly Little Red Roses from Singing Silver Lockets… Prologue By Sakura Girl Author's Note: Ohayo minna-san! Wow! This is already my THIRD SM Alternate Reality/Romance fanfic… (APPLAUSE sign begins to flash) However, as you can probably tell from the *cough* title of this little story, it most certainly won't be ANYTHING like my two other previous fics (Fallen Angel and Alternate Reality (Do I detect some shameless self-promotion here?)). There won't be any angels falling from the heavens above or evil-black-swirlie-portal-things-that-suck-you-into other-dimensions in this Sakuran tale of tales. I'm hoping to stick strictly to the Usa/Mamo Romantic genre of fiction… Of course, knowing how my defiant little typing fingers seem to have a mind of their own, I can't give you my 100% risk-free guarantee… But I can promise you that I will try. *Sakura righteously nods her head* Well, enough chattering from the Crazy One! On to the story… She cautiously slipped a delicate hand beneath her mattress and gently tugged out a small, well-hidden diary-like book with an unusual black velvet covering and a small, crescent moon carefully pressed in gold foil in the upper right-hand corner. Her features lit up with a soft smile as she grabbed a nearby pencil and thoughtfully flipped the book open to an empty page…Dearest Luna, Today is the very last day of summer vacation… School starts tomorrow… Though our family is far (very far, actually) from being labeled as a "well-to-do" family…I know we are much more fortunate than many of my classmates at Crossroads. I've been accepted at the one and only, extremely exclusive (and extremely expensive…) Ohtori Private Academy for Higher Learning on a semester long scholarship. I am very surprised I actually scored high enough on the final exams last quarter! That I actually made the List, and silly, old brainic Melvin did not… It's a supernatural phenomenon! (AN: Okay people…in case you have not caught on yet, I'm twisting Serena's not-so-school-worthy-mind into a young Einstein for the sake of this story! Please be lenient…I really know what I'm doing with this. Really. I do. *blank expression*) However, I never wished to be on this list… I would really rather just attend good, old Juuban High with Molly and the others. I will miss them most of all! But Mother insists I attend Ohtori! Blasted woman… She says it will open a new door of possibilities for me! Expand my intellectual horizon! Give me a refreshing taste of "higher society". Something I have yet to explore… Hmm, higher society. What exactly does this cliched phrase mean? Is one person better than another just because their wallets contain a few more credit cards? Does it necessarily matter if someone can't afford caviar for every single meal of the day? Well, I shall reluctantly uncover these silly mysteries tomorrow… Watch out Ohtori! A weed shall soon be growing amongst your garden of roses… Goodnight, dear diary! Sweet dreams…Serena Tsukino, little Pink Moon Bunny Serena gently shut the velvety cover of the coal-black diary as she leaned back against the side of the little pink bed. Her fingers carefully traced the crescent moon insignia that sat in the corner of the velvet covering. She gingerly shut her tired blue eyes and quietly drifted off into a peaceful sleep of dreams and hopes for a bright future in store for her at this strange new school with her precious "Luna" diary tenderly resting within her sleeping arms…