A/N: Few very important things here…this fiction is finished…and it's looooong, like 117 pages I believe? Some of the characters are a bit OOC and not all are here but eh I had fun anyway.

This IS a Endymion/Serenity fic but Serenity makes her appearance much MUCH later, if you're like me this will annoy the hell out of you, because I love getting to the romance, but there is romance just not with Serenity I have to put a few things in place first.

Next I changed Setsuna's appearance a little bit because this is without Senshi and therefore I had no way of explaining green hair, so bear with her having brown hair k?

Endymion walked through the streets of England giving little thought to those around him. It had become his morning routine to simply watch the ground beneath his feet as he deftly made his way through the winding streets and flocks of people that came his way. He never cared to look up, what reason was there to look around at the people; he could just as easily avoid them by the sound of their footsteps and the sight of their feet. He was making his way once again to the apothecary to cure another of his mother's imagined inflictions. He no doubt kept the apothecary living rich on his constant purchases of sugar pills, though he would admit the apothecary always played along and changed the labels and colors of the bottle so that his mother would never suspect.

Without even changing his gaze from the street below him he knew himself to be across the street from the apothecary both from the same green bottle that rested near the wall and the familiar sight of the bank's red brick and the simple knowledge of making his way there nearly every day. He waited for the feet near him to begin crossing the street to know that it was clear for him to cross as well, he walked with them and without even looking up he grabbed the handle of the apothecary shop and walked in, never noticing the graceful brunette that had assumed he was opening the door for her.

Their collision was much less graceful than she would have liked and much more graceful than he had thought himself capable. He quickly reached out an arm to keep her from falling but only managed to pull her down face forward on to him, he admitted it was better than her falling backwards and yet the look of fury on her face told him that he may have fared better if he had let her fall back.

"Why you horrid brute! Did you not see me leaving the store? And how dare you use my momentary loss of balance to pull me on top of you?" The woman was obviously indignant and Endymion could not help but feel his own anger boiling. Here he had opened the door obviously intending to enter the shop and she walked into him! And then he had even tried to help her and she had the nerve to accuse him of something! She lifted herself off of him and began dusting herself off, allowing him to jump to his feet and begin his own attack.

"Me? I opened the door and was obviously intending to enter the shop when you ran into me. How dare you accuse me of anything when I was simply trying to help you when you ran into me! Next time I shall simply let you fall backwards and hit your head against the hard floor as I did, if this is the thanks I receive from an ungrateful woman such as you!" His eyes glared straight into hers and it wasn't until anger flashed in her shining violet eyes did he notice their beauty. Her pale complexion and tumbling brown hair seemed only to enhance her soft pink lips. He was jolted out of his reverie of her looks by her furious shout.

"Pardon me for thinking you were gentleman and would open the door for a lady. Perhaps if you were looking at something other than the floor beneath you then you may have realized such, but then it is probably good you keep an eye on the only thing that is beneath you for even spiders have higher stature!" Finishing with a harrumph that could only be performed by an arrogant woman she stomped off, leaving Endymion still wide-eyed and wondering just what had gotten that woman in such a terrible mood.

"Morning Endy! Glorious day don't you think?" Endymion shook his head once more at the retreating woman and made his way into the shop. The place was lined with shelves each filled with miracle cures and elixirs, some of it actually doing what they claimed, and some of it being no more than flavored water and sugar pills. His eyes wandered the shelves of bottles and admitted it was an impressive sight to behold it almost made it seem as if his old friend Walter actually knew what he was doing. The majority of the town swore by him, by then the majority of the town had never actually been to visit him on cause of a real illness.

"Morning Walter! And it is always a good day when I walk into your shop and pay real money for fake pills." Endymion approached the counter and smiled upon his friend. Walter had the kind of figure that better suited a candy shop owner, but considering the amount of sugar pills and sugar water the man sold, he wasn't too far off. His face was round, and his cheeks became a shiny red whenever he smiled, but for his rotund shape and thinning hair, his personality was friendly if dull.

"Hey now! Don't say that too loud, too many people in this town believe this stuff is real and I'll not have you telling them any different!" A pudgy grungy finger waved in front of Endymion's face for emphasis but the man only laughed.

"I would not dream of it. For then I would have to put up with my mother believing she is dying and I would not have any sugar pills to get her to cease her whining for a few days. Every week it's something different I think perhaps she'll even run you out of ideas for fake cures one of these days." The men shared a laugh and Walter grabbed a bottle and filled it with a few dozen yellow pills. He pulled a white label from behind his counter and looked to Endymion.

"So what is your dear mother dying of this time?"

Endymion smiled and his best imitation of the ornery high pitched wail of his mother. "Oh there be a fever in my belly and it be boiling my organs alive. Quick boy! To the apothecary before I'm cooked like a goose!"

Walter laughed heartily at his friend's impression and laid his head upon the counter in an attempt to stifle the laughs as a customer came through the door. As soon as he had composed himself he hastily scribbled something upon the label and affixed it to the bottle. Endymion took the bottle and read the label aloud.

"Cure for the boiling fever. Take two immediately and continue to take one every two hours until bottle is empty. Use meat thermometer to check temperature and return if over 200."

Endymion looked at his friend and simply shook his head.

"You realize come the end of these pills she'll be calling me to stick a meat thermometer in her belly button don't you?"

Walter grinned. "That is the only reason why I wrote it my friend." Endymion grimaced and turned to leave before a thought entered his mind.

"Tell me that screeching brunette that was just here do you know her?" Walter's face gave Endymion an odd stare before changing to a big smile.

"I've never known you to inquire after a lady before but that such lady was my cousin, and you'd do well by her, screeching though she may be. She's a smart one, just finished her schooling and was here to be teacher. Setsuna be her name and she's a right fine girl when you're not knocking her to the ground and pulling her on top of yourself."

Endymion's face flushed as he realized his friend had been witness to his little episode with the violet eyed brunette.

"I did no such thing she ran into me!" Endymion protested shouting louder than he meant to and causing the two other customers to look at him oddly.

"Endymion if you didn't stare at the street so much you might notice a pretty face or two and think to open the door for them. A fine young man like you should be thinking about finding a girl and settling down."

"I keep my eyes to the ground to prevent just such an occurrence from happening my dear friend. So far it has worked marvelously."

Endymion gave his friend a wave that Walter was too busy shaking his head to return. Endymion returned his gaze to the street and made his way back to the home of his mother in order to save her from her life threatening illness. The dirty streets were of every familiarity to him and he was glad he was not inconvenienced by any other screeching brunettes before he reached the old of his dear, if slightly disturbed mother.

"Mother dear! I have returned from the Apothecary!" Endymion ran up the stairs and awaited the howling voice of his mother inquiring what had taken him so long. He reached the top of the stairs and was surprised when she had failed to respond to his call.

"Mother! I have returned." Fear momentarily struck his heart as he was again answered by silence. He ran to her room wondering if just maybe this time, his mother had truly been ill. It was mere seconds before he reached the large oak door and forcefully shoved it open and rushed to his mother's bedside. He breathed a small sigh of relief when he saw the sleeping rise and fall of her chest. He gently shook her awake knowing that she would throw a fit if he did not wake her to take the pills that were obviously meant to save her life.

"Mother, Mother wake up you need to take your pills." The old woman gradually awoke and eagerly reached for the pills he held in his hand.

"Ah yes dear Walter if it were not for him I would have died a young lass, he always has just the thing to cure me right up." The woman swallowed two of the pills and then drifted off to sleep. Endymion just smiled at his mother, sure she had cared for him all through childhood and there was nothing he wouldn't do for her, and yet the woman seemed determined to drive him mad at the ripe age of 24. He pulled the deep purple coverlet over her shoulders and quietly tiptoed from the room. He reached the top of the stairs and looked around the room he had grown up in. It seemed much too silent. His brothers long since married no long ran up and down the large wooden staircase. They no long covered the dark wood floors with footprints, and the mahogany furniture was finally safe from their greasy fingers.

He gave a sigh, he missed his brothers, he especially missed them now that they moved further away and left him alone to care for mother. At least they came to visit often. He loved his two nieces, and he loved his sister in laws. They made a large and happy if a bit eccentric family. He opened the grand door and quickly left to make his way to his own home.

His father had left his wife and three sons more than enough money to keep them happily unemployed for the rest of their natural born lives, but Endymion still preferred to write, and at least do a little to support himself. His apartment was a spacious studio and he loved the oak floors and white walls, and all the space. But his favorite part of the studio was the numerous windows. The apartment was on the top floor and the windows gave him a beautiful view of London.

He reached his apartment without looking up as always and as always marveled at the light that filtered into the apartment through the windows. To say the apartment was sparsely furnished would be pushing it, the apartment consisted of a bed, a small dining table with chairs, and a small writing table. The only impressively furnished part of the apartment was the back corner, which was stuffed with comfy chairs and bookshelves filled with books. Endymion liked his space but he had also always loved having his own little corner to read in.

His brothers often told him that he should live more according to his station but his small apartment suited him just fine. He threw down his keys and went to his corner. He grabbed a book off the shelf, not caring which one, and settled down in his favorite chair to read. He had not surpassed five pages when there was a ring at his door. Endymion gave a small growl of impatience at not knowing the next scene of the novel and rose to answer his door.

He was greeted by an overly cheerful, overly dressed and altogether overdone Jedite James Johnson. Jedite was the closest thing Endymion had to a best friend, having been constant companions and constant playmates despite their very very differing views. Jedite was a tall blonde haired man, that had more than once been called dashing by the ladies, and his face resembled that of Adonis. His clothes tried to desperately display his station to the point of displaying no more than his lack of good fashion sense. But through it all Endymion remained loyal, and unbearably so even throughout the incredibly boring, incredibly repetitious conversations.

"Endy, my charming friend, you are such a charming boy and it is about time you spread that charm with the world. Do you not think so?" Endymion heaved a great sigh and did his best to dodge Jedite's exceedingly expressive hands.

"Who is she?" Endymion asked knowing full well the only time he was called charming was when Jedite was trying to marry him off. Jedite's smile faded but only slightly, that was the way with Jedite he never gave up, no matter how much he was told to.

"An educated lady I would seek no less for you, and she is new so I'm sure she has yet to hear of your strange habits and your strange personality flaws. Now she has beautiful hair, beautiful eyes, beautiful lips, and one beautiful figure that should be more than enough to satisfy even you my charming friend." Endymion tried his best not to groan and thought inwardly for the hundredth time that he needed to find a way to increase the vocabulary of his dear friend.

"I have no need or desire for a woman today or any day. They are much too bothersome and fussy and that was proven to me today, as I met the most arrogant of them all!"

Jedite simply shook his head. "You are a fine young man, Endymion a fine young man, but it is time you settled down, took a wife. You are young but you shall not be much longer. You need to settle down now." Endymion could not believe his ears. People were treating him like he was an old bachelor at 24!

"That is the second time today someone has called me a fine young man, as if I was anything but. I am 24 and I have no desire to settle down. Need I remind you that you have graced the ripe age of 25 without a bride upon your arm."

Jedite's grin never faltered. He strode around the apartment giving not a thought to Endymion standing with his arms crossed and his eyes flashing anger.

"Yes but my dear Endy I am not without lovers and I am perfectly content with lovers. For I am destined to be a bachelor of lovers until such time as they find me too old to flock to, then it shall be time for me to take a wife. You my friend are without lovers, and your appearance is a bit plain in comparison to my own, and it would do your plain looks good to have a wife on your arm. Perhaps a slightly pretty little thing, something for that temper of yours to yell at, yes a pretty little thing for you to shout and rant at such as you fail to do with anyone else. And that my charming friend is why I am taking you with me so that I may introduce a beautiful lady to a fine young man"

Endymion felt that if heard the words fine young man again he would have to kill Jedite, Walter and anyone else who even suggested him meeting someone of the opposite sex.

"I shall not come with you because I have no desire to meet a beautiful young woman, I met a woman today and she was quite enough to fill my appetite of the gender for some time to come. Now if you would kindly leave me to my reading dear Jedite."

Endymion was unnerved by the fact that Jedite's grin never faltered. It was becoming apparent that the redundant man had something original up his sleeve.

"Well you can stay here and read or you can come meet the new book editor that just set up shop not two blocks from here. Imagine being a premier writer for a new editor just two blocks away that is looking solely for new talent. The possibilities are endless and they are sure to fall for your brilliant prose. Just think of the endless possibilities my friend." Jedite's grin grew; he knew he had reached his friend's weakness. There was no way Endymion would turn up the chance to meet an editor.

"I should have known you would con an editor into attending just to get me to agree to your matchmaking. But I do concede, very well played my friend. When shall I arrive at your house?" Endymion did his best to look dejected, and while he was dreading yet another forced meeting that was sure to consist of "fine young man" and "beautiful girl" being said more times than any sane person could count; the thought of getting a meeting with a real editor that was actually looking for new talent was too irresistible to pass up.

"Ah my charming friend, the bell tolls for you at exactly six tonight. Be at my door no later than six and you shall meet your beloved editor after I introduce you to this beautiful girl." Endymion clenched his teeth to keep from screaming out and debating his decision. "Till then Endy" And then knowing when it was best to make his exit, Jedite made an elaborate bow that was only matched by his clothes, dashed out the door.

The door had no sooner closed than Endymion let out an agonizing groan that seemed to have been rising in his throat for the entirety of the conversation. The man was insufferable and yet Endymion could not help but love him. There was much to the man that was horrid and unbearable and yet there was much there that was in no one else. Mainly the ability to put up with him, just as he put up with Jedite. Endymion glanced up at the clock and realized that Jedite had arrived at only an hour till six, leaving him little time to argue or get ready. That was another thing that made Jedite both a great friend and an annoying one; he knew his thoughts and habits nearly as well as he did himself.

Glancing toward the books and knowing that if he dived into his book yet again he would lose all track of time, and the few minutes he would get before it really was time to get ready was not worth the effort of watching the clock while reading. Endymion once again cursed Jedite for knowing him so well and went to the closet that was opposite his bed .While his apartment betrayed nothing of Endymion's station, his clothes were something different. They were simple, yet marvelously elegant, and they suited him perfectly. The designs may have seemed plain to one such as Jedite, but the fabric was nothing but the softest silks that felt like perfection against his skin. Comfort was a must for him, with the comfort of his clothes, his bed, and his writing he could overcome anything, even meeting with some bothersome female.

He decided black and white was formal enough without seeming too extravagant. The black coat and black vest and black pants seemed a bit much so Endymion grabbed a red vest to complement the black jacket and white shirt, and he was very pleased with his appearance.

"Perhaps tonight I shall be considered dashing for once." Endymion spun in the mirror his black hair hanging delicately over his eyes, he liked a few strands to fall in front of his deep blue eyes. He often wondered why people considered him plain; he always thought his pale complexion brought out the brilliance of his eyes, then again he always seen beside the Adonis Jedite. He looked himself over once again and then glanced up at the clock. He had close to half an hour before he was requested to be at Jedite's. It left him plenty of time for a relaxing stroll through the park on his way.

Endymion strode out of the apartment and did his best to smile at those that passed him, the men were easy, he was known throughout most of the better circles; mainly as the rich young bachelor that needed to be married off, but the women he saw only as vixens and he hated to have his smile be mistaken for flirting. He decided on a half smile that could be seen as a smile but could also be played off as a simple twitch if the need ever arose.

He entered the park having visibly relaxed from having deciding just how to smile at the female vixens, and focused on admiring the trees and flowers that lined the pathway. He never stopped to smell or admire them for longer than it took to walk through the park, and yet he often made time to journey through the park whenever he had a need to walk somewhere. It was the idea that admiring the flowers was a waste of time and yet taking a small detour through the park was less so and not enough to cause his impatient mind complaint.

As usual he was both relived and saddened when his brisk walk through the park was finished and the house of Jedite was simply a block ahead. For he hated being tardy above all else, and coming in close second was the meeting of yet another spoiled, arrogant female. The only comfort was that she would no doubt despise him just as much as he despised her and the time they would be forced to spend together would at the very least be torturous on both accounts.

He arrived at the oak door, and glanced through the large pane of glass in the center in the hopes of seeing a room full of males, to his chagrin each male seem paired with at least one female and all were merrily chatting away. He wondered at the ability of his fellow men to act on such good terms with a gender that had only graced him with bad luck and even worse countenances. He took a deep breath, raised his hand to the knocker, and took another deep breath.

"Endymion my charming friend! What excellent timing!" Jedite's voice was just a bit too loud and Aiden knew the words were meant more for someone else in the room than for him. It was all a great show to Jedite, and he prided himself on being director, writer, stagehand and of course actor. Jedite took his arm and firmly pulled him inside having made the introduction loud enough, that if Endymion did not enter the party now, he would look quite foolish.

"Come Endy I'd like you to meet a beautiful girl by the name of Setsuna." Endymion froze at the name, suddenly it all made sense. Walter's cousin had just returned from school, it was obvious that a party would be thrown for her arrival and yet it never occurred him that she would be the one at Jedite's party.

Endymion did his best to uphold his half smile as Jedite led him through the crowd to stand before none other than the violet eyed brunette who had run into him earlier that day. He tried his best to seem as if he did not remember by doing a customary bow and giving holding out his hand for hers in order to give her the customary kiss. She on the other hand would have none of his display of indifference.

"Jedite my dear friend where is the fine young man you told me so much about all I see before me is a clumsy brute of a boy." The words bit into Endymion and he knew he would never take such words from the likes of an arrogant vixen like her.

"Yes and Jed where is the beautiful girl you spoke of. All I see is an arrogant female who thinks she is Queen enough to have males falling to her feet."

"Well you certainly did so."

Endymion could not believe the gall of the girl to say such things. How dare she say such when it all her fault and to have the men around him think that he had actually felt some attraction for the frumpy girl before him was ridiculous!

"If memory serves you were quick to fall on top of me in return my dear lady." There were no describing the shades of red that passed over the woman's face and Endymion was unable to tell if it was from embarrassment or anger. By now the nearby men had gathered to watch the spectacle of wits, Jedite who was by now thoroughly confused joined the ranks of men whose eyes simply darted from one to the other.

"Believe me Sir. No part of this body would willingly touch upon yours for all the treasure of the Incas!" A few members of the crowd were unable to stifle their gasps and chuckles. Endymion spared not a glance to them, he was not about to be undone but a silly girl.

"Glad to see you consider me priceless my lady. Though I must admit you are the only woman whose breasts have been given the pleasure of being pressed against my chest." He knew the moment his words had been spoken that he had won, but a second part of his mind wondered if just perhaps he had gone too far. He waited expectantly for the searing response but the girl only looked upon him with wide eyes. Fear built up in his stomach, he never meant to truly hurt the girl, he knew how fragile women were, and yet somehow this one had seemed stronger, for a moment he had thought her as strong as a man.

There was no mistaking the red hue that graced her cheeks and Endymion knew her to be truly embarrassed by his words. Her eyes wandered the crowd, seeing all of them caused her to turn and head away. Not wanting to be faced by any who had heard the words. The crowd looked surprised at Endymion unable to believe he had gone so far, and yet nothing surprised them more than the back of Endymion as he disappeared after her.

"Girl!...Setsuna! Wait!" Endymion ran after her, unaware of why, he only knew that guilt was filling up inside of him. At least he believed it to be guilt he was unaware of what other emotion it could be.

"Setsuna I didn't mean…I'm sorry!" Members of the crowd turned to look as he shouted and pushed past them. Both men and women were surprised to see that it was none other than Endymion chasing after and apologizing to a woman. He ignored the gasps and whispers as he ran after Setsuna. His only thought was of catching her and making her understand that he had not meant what he said.

He was glad when she was stopped by a wall, but had his hopes dashed when she quickly moved to the right and out the back door into the small garden Jedite kept. Endymion breathed a sigh knowing the garden was fenced and that the cold air had kept most of the guests inside. He eased his pace and soon joined her seated figure outside.

"Setsuna I don't know what to say, I got carried away I let my pride be in control and you seemed so strong that I thought, I don't know, I thought you would be able to handle anything I said. I wasn't thinking, hell I don't even know what I'm thinking right now. I never would have imagined myself chasing after a woman. I've prided myself on having nothing to do with the arrogant gender." Endymion reprimanded himself for adding the last adjective but he shrugged off the reprimand and sat beside the woman. He noticed once again her wavy brown hair and her soft supple lips, as he stared he realized she was the first woman whose features he had ever taken the time to pay attention to, he also realized he liked them.

"Setsuna please talk to me, yell at me anything, just not this silence. I am a man of words, my emotion never strays farther than my paper and it leaves my quick wit often without any real thought or emotion. Please Setsuna I am sorry and while I don't know why I care, or even why I chased you or why I apologized to begin with, I only know that only your forgiveness or at the very least your voice will cease this guilt that is building up inside of me." He felt hope as he head slowly rose, allowing her hair to slide back and expose her piercing violet eyes, eyes that he could not remember being so amazing that morning.

"You speak in such prose and beauty. You must be a writer, your personality is harsh and cold, and yet when you wish it your words could warm the darkest hour. Tell me dear writer do you claim what you write as your own?" Setsuna's eyes bore into him and he worked to fend off his confusion at her seemingly out of place question. His mind sought out some cocky answer, anything but the truth, anything but exposing the real passion within him. He was the stern Endymion, the cold Endymion, the Endymion that never let anything get to him…at least everything except his writing, and yet this woman this strange damnable woman brought out emotions he only felt when immersed with his pen and paper.

"My work has never been my own, nor will it ever be. It belongs to my characters, for they tell me what to write and I do no more that put pen to paper in their name." His words were slow and hushed, it was an admission he had told no one. He looked away and then something within him forced a glance in her direction searching for her reaction to her words.

"Yes a writer you most surely are. My father was a writer, he was always home and yet he was further away than any other person on the planet. You have the same distant look in your eyes and the same spirit. I forgive your impertinence." He wanted to be angry at her suggesting that he was the impertinent one, but instead relief and happiness welled up within him, and to his surprise the emotion that he had assumed was guilt was still there, if anything it had grown stronger by her small smile and forgiveness.

"Setsuna, I have never…I mean I have never wanted this from a woman…" He noticed her eyes grow wide and he could not help but give a small smile. "But could we take a walk and perhaps just talk?" When he finished her smile matched his own and she nodded. He held out his arm, giving a slight shudder when her hand grasped it and led her back into the house. They both were too lost in their own thoughts to see the shocked stares or hear the astonished gasps, not even when Jedite himself let out a shriek of surprise.

They said nothing to each other as the crowd parted and perhaps even guided them to the door. Endymion was too busy contemplating and attempting to make some sense of the emotions welling inside of him, while Setsuna simply wondered if she could possibly fall in love with a writer. They reached the front door, realized where they were and each gave a half-hearted wave toward the crowd and exited onto the streets of London.

"Where shall we walk?" She asked finally allowing her gaze to study the man beside her. He certainly was handsome with his midnight blue eyes and silky black hair making the perfect contrast to his pale skin. But it was his little half smile that made her knees seem to buckle, so much was evident in the smile that worked to express nothing.

"The garden." Was his immediate response, tonight was a time to chance the wind and perhaps there was nothing wrong with taking a moment to truly appreciate the flowers…and perhaps nothing was wrong with settling down with a woman… Endymion pushed the last thought from his mind. He was a bachelor, he was a happy bachelor. And he would be damned if this arrogant vixen would ruin that. But as much as he tried he could no longer see her as the arrogant vixen from that morning, she was simply Setsuna. Strong, independent, beautiful Setsuna. Endymion cursed his fickle heart that seemed so quickly to accept that perhaps there was one woman whose company he could enjoy.

Setsuna simply nodded her acceptance of Endymion's proposal. She loved walking among the gardens and had assumed that he, as a writer would love them too. They reached the gardens in silence, the night having done nothing to destroy the view of the trees and flowers, in reality it even seemed to add to their beauty. They walked in silence neither being able to think of anything comprehendible to say.

"Am I really such a horrid brute?" He asked finally wondering if the woman that conjured up such strange feelings within him honestly thought so terrible of him.

"Yes you are." He felt his spirits sink to the ground beneath him, but there was a sparkle in Setsuna's eye as she continued. "You think of women as useless arrogant creatures, and I fear you have never taken the time to know any of them. You feel your ideas are absolute, and you believe that you can only be truly understood by your writing, which no one but you seems to understand because you won't let them." Endymion stopped suddenly causing her to jerk with him. How did she do it? How did she know his mind with a glance, see his thoughts through his eyes, why did he feel as if he could see hers?

"Father was a writer eh? Was he a horrid brute as well?" This time Endymion's eyes held the twinkle as he realized the basis for her reasoning.

"As a matter of fact…" She trailed off into a laugh which was soon joined by Endymion's rich deep laughter.

"He must not have been too horrid if he won the heart of your mother." He said perhaps hoping she would expel the good qualities of her father, good qualities that just maybe he had. She was quiet for a moment contemplating Endymion's words, only one answer seemed to enter her head, she found herself lost for any other thought and she could not help but voice it aloud.

"Just as you have won mine." The words were barely above a whisper, but to him they sounded clear as a shout, and they shook his body no less than if she had shouted it from the rooftops. He refused to give in, he refused to admit to feelings he did not understand.

"You are not the first nor will you be the last." His words were cold and for a moment he hated himself for saying them, but somehow deep within him he knew the words to be true. Setsuna stared at him for a long while wondering whether or not to be angry at him or simply scold him for hiding his feelings. Instead she let go of his arm and turned away leaving him and the gardens behind.

Endymion watched her feeling dread well up within him at her leaving. He sat down upon a nearby bench listening to the leaves blow in the slight London breeze. He hated women, damn them and their vixen ways! Why was one annoying little girl causing such emotions, emotions he only wrote about, emotions that were stifling, emotions he worked hard to avoid.

"I will not be brought down by an annoying vixen of a woman regardless of what she may understand! My love is my writing I will not be bought down by feeling such foolish emotions for a woman!" He buried his head in his hands, allowing his fingers to clutch desperately at his hair.

"Are they really that foolish my charming friend? Tell me how does it feel to write? How does it feel when there is nothing around but your pen and paper? That is what you love is it not? Then why would it not be the same with a woman? If you have found one you think you can love, you owe it to yourself to find out. You deserve that kind of happiness Endy, the happiness of a beautiful girl who loves you just as you love her. I promise you it will make the pleasure of writing pale in comparison." Endymion recognized the voice of his old friend and yet the words seemed out of place coming from Jedite's mouth.

"And what do you know of love my friend? You with your mistresses and your flirting what do you know of loving just one woman? What do you know of the feelings she can somehow bring out in me?" Endymion was answered by only silence and for a moment he believed Jedite had left him to his stupidity.

"Of love I know little, but of regret I know everything." Endymion was shocked by his friend's words. Regret? He believed that he knew everything of his friend, but he remembered nothing of Jedite falling in love. He turned to find that his friend had apparently long since gone; no doubt to wallow in his own thoughts and emotions. He sighed deciding it was time he returned home; slowly he raised his seemingly heavy body off the ground. As he left the gardens his gaze caught sight of a young woman crying. Not just anyone young woman as the wavy chestnut brown hair foretold but Setsuna. His mind quickly debated whether or not to go to her, but he was beaten by Jedite who quickly appeared at her side.

For a moment jealousy sprung up within him but was quelled when Jedite looked to him and motioned him forward. He took one step and then two before realizing he was still not ready to admit to having feelings. Emotion was too dangerous too hard, he saw what it did to the characters in his novels, he would never let that happen to him. He turned and ran in the direction of his apartment never once looking back.