A/N: Based loosely on the rp site I'm apart of, dedicated to my Ten-chan (she knows who she is! ;) )

Chapter One: The Beginning

Yaten opened her eyes slowly, her hand instinctively coming to her forehead to block the sunlight creeping in through the window. She woke up on her own? Why hadn't Taiki or Seiya woken her up? Yaten swung her legs onto the floor and sat upright in bed. After rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she stood up and transformed.

Healer walked down the hall, stopping by both Fighter's and Maker's rooms, only to find them both empty. With a sigh she walked down to the kitchens, eating a small breakfast before heading outside.

"Might as well enjoy the nice day." she mumbled as she opened the large door.

A blur of blue-black pushed past suddenly, knocking her to the side.

"Oi! Fighter!" Healer yelled in outrage. Her leader didn't stop, or say a sarcastic retort, and Healer suddenly became worried.

Healer walked down the castle steps and soon spotted Maker. Her expression was one of shock, her mouth partially open, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. Not that it mattered, Fighter was long gone.

"What happened?" Healer demanded.

"I...I don't know." Maker stammered, suddenly recovering from her stupor.

Healer growled, "How can you not know? She seemed pretty upset!"

Maker slowly regained her composure, and began thinking things through.

"I suppose I've upset her somehow."

"Well duh! Tell me everything that happened since you woke up." Healer ordered.

"Well, Fighter came to my room and woke me up.." maker trailed, recalling the details. Healer nodded for her to continue.

"She said she wanted to talk, so we came out here." another nod from Healer.

"She...she said she loved me!"

Healer gasped, "Nani!"

"Hai..." Maker said quietly, looking down.

"What'd you tell her?" Healer asked anxiously.

"I said, 'what about the Tsuki no hime?'"

Healer's gaze hardened, "Are you dense? Why would you say that! She's finally accepted that it'll never happen!"

"Exactly. When she claims she loves someone, she's over it the next season. How could I take her seriously?"

Slap

"How could you not! Fighter doesn't fall in love to play games, she falls in love because she can't control it!" Healer seethed. Maker glared in response.

"Did you forget? She loved Kakyuu once, too."

"She knew it wouldn't work! That's why she let her go!" Healer defended. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she wondered why she was so defensive of her leader's feelings, when in the past she had reprimanded her for them. She blew it off as being more accepting of feelings after their experience on Earth. That and her abhorrence for Maker's cold indifference.

"What about the moon princess? It's been 3 months, Healer. She couldn't forget her so easily." Maker said, her solemn voice had a bite to it.

"She hasn't forgotten, she's accepted the situation! She's trying to move on. Healer paused, "Shouldn't you be happy?"

"First of all, I refuse to be her rebound. Second of all, contrary to popular belief, I'm not going to cry happily in joy when someone is in love with me. It is bothersome that she has chosen me to be the object of her desperate affections. I have a duty, which I refuse to be distracted from.

Healer 'hmph'd' and began to walk back towards the castle. If she stayed any longer, she was afraid she might actually become violent with Maker.

"Someone as cold as you doesn't deserve her, her love, or her tears." Healer snipped.

Maker watched Healer go, her expression harsh and judgmental. They'd both become too soft on Earth. At the same time, Star Maker was aware of a dull ache in her heart, as Healer's words played through her head.

Maybe I do not deserve to be loved...

"Fighter?" Healer asked gently, knocking on the door. Not that she needed to, she felt the sadness radiating from the room and knew Fighter had to be in there.

She gingerly opened the door, immediately spotting Fighter on the bed. She entered, closing the door and locking it behind her, knowing full well her leader wanted some privacy.

Healer felt her heart wrench at the sigh of her sobbing friend. She sat upon the bed, gently stroking her hair.

"Go 'way!" Fighter demanded angrily between sobs.

"It's just me...Healer.."

Fighter gave up trying to get her comrade out of her room and allowed herself to be pulled into an embrace.

"Shh...it's okay. I know what happened." Healer assured when Fighter tried to speak. It was a bit foreign to her to see her leader crying so. Fighter was always seen as a strong leader, an unbreakable soldier. But Healer knew better.

Fighter never let anyone see her like this, except Healer. In fact, Healer was certain she was the only one who could truly understand her leader...she was the one who always comforted her.

She had been there when Seiya returned that night...

-Flashback-

"Seiya! You're soaking wet! You'll catch a cold!" Yaten scolded, yanking the currently male starlight inside. Seiya did not speak, did not move. Just stood there. Yaten sighed, having a fair idea of what had happened. Seiya had gone to the school to get his things, and in a sense, say goodbye. The time was soon coming. The battle was approaching.

Despite how much Yaten hated to admit it, Seiya had become attached to this planet. Yaten removed Seiya's coat, completely drenched and useless, tossing it carelessly to a hamper. He ushered his comrade to the bathroom, shoving a towel and some clean dry clothes at him.

"Dry off and change. Now." Yaten demanded.

A few minutes later the door opened, and Seiya had done as we was told. But he was silent.

"What's his problem?" Taiki asked, popping his head out of his room.

Yaten glared daggers at his clueless friend, causing the tall light to return to his room without another comment. Yaten gently grabbed Seiya's arm, gently pulling him to the living room. Seiya sat on the couch heavily, his indigo eyes unfocused.

"Now...what happened..?" Yaten asked gently.

It was like a damn had broke. Tear streamed down Seiya's face.

"I...I saw her...Odango..." Yaten embraced his comrade tightly.

"What happened with Usagi?"

"She was being attacked..I protected her...she was acting strange..she kept losing her focus..After we chased off the anima-mate...she confessed...she said...'I want to see you! Mamo-chan...'"

Yaten felt the shuddering sob that wracked his comrade's body. Such pain, agony...

"I didn't understand...why...does she need him? I'm there...I'll protect her...I asked..if I was good enough..."

Searing pain flowed into Yaten's heart as his comrade re-lived probably the most painful moment of his life.

"It'll be okay, you'll see.." Yaten said quietly, trying to cheer his friend up, although tears were falling down his face too.

She's stupid not to see how wonderful you are, Seiya...

-End Flashback-

Yet once again someone refused to see how loving her leader really was. This time it was Maker. Rage and disbelief flowed into Healers veins. She wanted to beat her comrade to a pulp for hurting Fighter so much.

Healer sat there for who knows how long, trying to comfort her broken leader. How many times had she done this? Too many to count. Of course, Fighter was always for her..but Healer couldn't help but wonder why no one realized what a sweet person Fighter really was under that cocky attitude.

By the time Fighter fell asleep, Healer's fuku top was soaked with her tears. Not that she cared, she merely set Fighters head gently down on the pillow and stood up.

"Sweet dreams, Fighter.."

Flicking off the light, she left the room.