S-S: This is a drabble. I don't really write drabbles. Honestly, I have no idea why I wrote this. The idea just came to me. I also might draw an image based of this fic and post it on my DA. Who knows… Anyways, I really wasn't sure whether or not to post this, but I was just like 'what the heck' so I did. Feel free to flame if you hate.

I don't own Sailor Moon.


Setsuna stared tiredly at the slab of glass and flicked her hair over her shoulder. On the glass was an image of her lady, Tsukino Usagi, or better known as Princess Serenity. The glass showed whatever the princess happened to be doing. Watching over the princess was the task currently assigned to her.

Well, one of the tasks. There were a few rules that Setsuna had to follow. Watch over the princess. Do not allow time travel. Do not stop time. Do not leave this place.

That last rule was the one she hated most, the one she despised with all her heart. Mist constantly surrounded her home. All that she could see was the rickety chair on which she sat and the fogged up glass through which she saw the princess's life, and of course, that damn door. If only she could stop just watching, and go into that real world that the princess lived in. Wishful thinking.

At least through this princess she was able to see the Earth, and experience human life. But that was all it was, seeing. She could not go and live with others. She supposed that she was not really part of the group, but throughout her many years of watching, she had become fond of the princess and her friends. Become involved in their battles. Become happier. And then that happiness burst.

It seemed to be a constant effect of this place. Like she could not be happy for too long or else this place would reprimand her for it. Setsuna lived most of her life somewhere between depressed and simply unattached. This was one of the rare times that she had allowed herself to be happy with the world on the other side of the mirror. And she had paid the price for that.

She had been looking at the princess and smiling and laughing with the group, a watcher like always. But then she heard the noise that came from the place and rooms behind it. Laughter, that of her happy Small Lady. Then she turned around and saw that cursed door blocking her from going to her Small Lady. Once again she was cruelly reminded that she could never leave this place, never actually touch the world, never be a part of that happy group. And Setsuna hated it.

It was one thing to be locked in a cage. If there was no door or key, if there was just the glass and the chair and Sestuna, then maybe she could bear it. But no, that would be kind. She was in a cage of sorts, yes. But she could see and hear the outside world and longed to be a part of it. And there was a door, and she held the key.

But she could never unlock the door, never step out of this place. And she thought that it was so much worse to have the door open in front of you, than to have no door at all. For either way she could not exit this place, yet one of those two options was so much crueler. And that is why Setsuna sits facing away from the door.

Because every minute, every second of this miserable life of hers, it was if that damn door was mocking her.