I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away
Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have
no choice, no way
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen
I don't want love to destroy me like it did my
family

Pink - Family Portrait lyrics

Disclaimer/Notes: I own nothing! Not Sailor Moon, not the characters, NOTHING. Except for the plot that is all mine. Please don't sue; you won't get anything, as I have nothing to give. It is an insomnia production as well as having been inspired by really kind review to turn this into a full fledged fanfic. You rock Eclipse of Thunder. It will be slow going as I have no idea where I'm going w/this but feel free to tag along. :-D Moving on I am taking them from their sandbox and playing with them in mine. Yay sand!

It was two years ago that I left the old me behind, four years since I set foot in Japan. Now please here me out before you judge me, and you will pass judgment on me. People always do, even before they know me or my story.

I did leave I left my friends, I left my princess, I left my duty, every thing. But honestly it wasn't my fault. I guess if you press and press everything breaks eventually. I could have tried harder, been stronger, but it wasn't enough I wasn't enough of anything. So break I did.

All of me broke. She who had everything took what little I had been graced with.

They all but flaunted their relationship at me, Usagi who doesn't really know how to be mean did it the best. Simply opening her mouth every word that spewed forth was Seiya this, Seiya that. It made me sick. What hurt the most was that at one time that had been me.

So I did the cowardly thing up until graduation I ran. I ran really far, really fast; well almost. I put my nose down stuck to school like Ami-chan always told us too. I made myself scarce when they wanted to hang out. I was always busy strangely enough I graduated with good grades and several offers to quite a few good culinary schools. I was even offered an apprenticeship to a four star restaurant right there in Tokyo but I didn't want to stay in Juuban. Far from here, where they were, was where I was headed. I wound up in Hokkaido, for school and then headed to the U.S.; it doesn't get much father than that.

And this is where my story begins…

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