A/N: After sifting through some Pluto fics, I had the urge to write a one-shot. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, Sailor Pluto, or anything related to this franchise. Naoko Takeuchi is the lucky lady who owns that right.
The Watcher
She stands in the mist, shrouded in its depths. Beyond space, beyond time, she looks out at the fragments that consume her. Not one contains a solitary thought, a single place: They are all one stream, one constant flow of Chronos will. The keeper outstretches her hand, allowing the strands to tickle her fingertips: for it is the only contact she will have with this foreign world, for no one was welcome where she dwelled. Her senses were attacked with sensations she'd never felt, with images she'd ought not see…but she didn't care. Her duty was to guard, her post a lonesome one….and though she convinced herself that she preferred it that way, she knew she could not stop herself from reaching out to the timeline so she could hear, so she could feel emotions she knew she could never feel on this plain.
Love, friendship, pain, loss, death…all of these were human emotions that swirled in the mist. She watched on as the lives of mortals played out before her eyes. In frames of time that were false and moving far quicker than they actually had.
But she didn't care.
She needed to see, she wanted to hear, she wanted to love…and yet, she was tied to her duty, stoically watching the eb and flow of the time stream play out before her eyes.
Always hearing, never speaking. Always watching, never being watched.
For once in her life, she felt one of the emotions she so desperately craved for…
And wept.