Behind Crystal Walls

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or other characters. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi.

A/N: This is my take on the future of Serena and Darien. To be honest; this story is like a sequel to a bigger story that somehow I can never write down. It is stuck in my head hence, the following five points: 1) Seiya and Serena ended together; 2) Seiya dies under some enemy attack and a depressed and broken hearted Serena marries Darien; 3) Rini is actually the daughter of Seiya and Serena: 4) Serena trying to change the past becomes involved with Prince Diamond and the fall in love; and 5) Serena is not happy being the queen. I hope you enjoy it and review it.

Ms. Peka 2010.

Behind Crystal Walls

"Father," calls a girl not my own blood. She hugs me, as I pick her up, and I hug her back. No questions ask. "Look at what I did," she says shoving to my face a painting of a butterfly. "It is pink," describing her artwork with a warm smile. Do I love her? I do with all my being. Do I love her mother? I really do not know anymore.

"It is beautiful," I tell her. "Just like the ones in the garden," her favorite place. "Did you show it to Mama? She will be happy to see it," I suggest her, but her eyes turn sad. I know why. Her mother still has a hard time letting go of the memory of the child's blood father.

"I try but she was busy," tears begin to pour from her eyes. I hug her one more time.

"Mama is always busy. She is the queen, after all," I tell her settling her down on the floor. "So, let's go to the kitchen and get ice-cream."

"Yes!" she says with a big cheerful smile and runs off. She remains me of the happiness, joy and life that her mother once had. Now she is a sad ghost, a painful memory.

"Small Lady, please do not run or Sailor Mars will be mad at you," I tell her running after her. She is my child with ruby-red eyes and pink hair, a symbol of Kinimoku's royal family.

"Serena," I call her. "You were busy this afternoon?" I ask her from the bed. She keeps on brushing her long silver blonde hair, and only looks at my reflection in her silver mirror. She gives me no signal that she is listing. "Rini, cried today. How necessary was the meeting for you to push her aside?" I question her. Hoping her mother instinct to be awaked, but she stands up from her vanity. She opens the door of the balcony and walks out of the room. Cold air enters, a sign that she did not care for what I just said.

At moments like this; I regret asking her to marry me. I am so helpless. I get up from the bed and followed her from a distance. I finally catch up to her and she is there in the same place like always. It is a meadow of a star-like flower called Love-in-the- Mist, it is her private retreat. She, just like now, lays on it looking at the night sky. She is a dying angel with broken wings, looking to the heavens for mercy. She keeps hoping that He might take her away from the pain. Even after 1,000 years she still suffers his death. After awhile she will fall asleep and I will take her to bed. Now, I must hide my body and presence behind one on the many columns and wait for her. Then a ray of white falls down. A young man materializes in front of her. He has silver white hair and light gray clothes. I cannot believe my eyes. He is our soon to be enemy. Prince Diamond kneels down and she rises to meet his lips. Their kiss is innocent, and yet full with lust.

"My beloved Diamond," settling down on his loving embrace. Envy, begins in my blood. Why him? "We should not be here, at least not tonight. The king is mad," he gives her a kiss on the hair. She intertwines her hands on his. "I pushed 'his' daughter aside while in a very important meeting. He and they just do not understand the magnitude of my sacrifices for this planet," Diamond kisses her white long neck. She makes moans. Fury, enter mine mind and my heart. She turns and they started to kiss with passion and desire for each other's bodies.

"I do understand you my beloved broken angel," he tells her, while one of his hands travel down her back, dragging her night dress down exposing her beauty to his eyes alone.

I cannot stand it anymore. I am walking away from the scene. May be out off pity for my own child, I walk to her room. She is asleep, and I know she is having a wonderful dream. Her little breaths clams me down. Envy and fury, dissipates from my body and soul. I remain myself that Prince Diamond will never have my daughter's love. I leave her room, and make my way to mine library.

In there I spend couple of hours, reading one of many books that I own. I had to make mine mind busy with other things than what my wife is doing with her lover. I need to get away from the feeling of failure that I haven't make her feel alive in my arms. She needed someone else's' arms. It hurts me that Serena is no longer an innocent flower anymore, but a flower biases.

It is early dawn when I walk back to the Love-in-the-Mist meadow. I do hope she is alone, but he is there. They are embracing each other, and his body is shielding her from the morning's cold air. The sun starts to shine down to the lovers, their white skin looks translucent. Diamond opened his eyes, and I hide behind a column. He sits, and kisses the sleeping lips of the Queen. She smiles at the affection. She opens her blue eyes.

"I must leave," he says starting to get dress. She helps him, while she still on the nude. "I wish I could stay and spend the whole day with you, my beloved Queen," she hugs him tighter. "I will see tonight," he says before attacking her lips. Breath, I tell myself with madness boiling on my blood.

"Not tonight," Serena tells him resting her head on his shoulder. "I need to make time for them," caressing his chest with her right hand. No wedding band on her finger. "Be here the night after today's," she says and gives a final kiss on his neck.

"I will be here," he answers disappearing on a silver glitter ray. Crystal clear tears drop from her eyes. As if her strength had abandoned her legs she falls. Like a rag doll she looks: lifeless and broken. Should I stay hidden? All my being tells me to go and talk to her. Comfort her and just might be she will open her heart to me.

"Serena," I speak coming out of my hiding place. She is a bit surprise. "So, is he gone?" I ask as calmly and gentle as I can. She starts to cover her nude body. She says nothing. "Please tell me?" Her eyes only look at me. "I cannot read your mind, Serena. I am your husband; at least tell me anything."

"The day it's going to be beautiful; we should spend it together. You, Rini, and I at the park, what do you think?" She asks and I do not know what to tell her.

"No, I heard," I said mad. "We do not need your pity and second hand emotions," I look at her eyes. "I bet you are much happier on his arms than with us," I am in agonizing pain. The last time I felt such pain was that day that I let her walked away to Seiya's arms. She only looks at me and gives me a smile.

"I marry you for need, but I never could open my heart to you," she says putting her dress on. "I try to be faithful and give all my love, but I was dying. You have your daughter's love, I have nothing!" she yells at me with fury.

"You know how it will end?" I remember that battle. She and I were so in love. "The past you…"

"Do not say it!" a single tear fall from her right eye. "I will change it," she tells me with determination on her voice. "I will change things."

"They hadn't change yet," I tell her, breaking her illusions.

"In two years, just wait," she tells me leaving me behind. I stay there for what it seems to be minutes. Now, I realize it might have been hours. I return to my bedroom. I am greeted by my daughter.

"Good morning, Papa," she is jumping on the bed. I look at her; worry that Serena will scold her. She knew. "Mama, left for her office," she said still jumping. "She will be there all day."

"Well, how about you and I will go to the park," I grab her on my arms.

"And you will tell me about Sailor Moon?" she asks me. Those stories are the only way to tell her about how wonderful, strong and warm person was her mother.

"Yes, I will," I tell her. We start our day the same way as always: breakfast by ourselves. Serena, how I wish you were here.