An: This is not your normal Seiya/Usagi Fanfic. Actually this is a Mamoru-centric type of fanfic (Well Senshi centered too) Dealing with the Aftermath of Usagi leaving to go live with Seiya. This is my attempt to address all the points that some fanfic writers gloss over or ignore when they write their stories about Seiya/Usagi. Especially Post-Crystal Tokyo one. The characterizations are how I see it. So.. yeah if you don't like Usagi not painted as the innocent victim/or the poor neglected lover- then do. Not. Read. If you don't like Seiya not being shown as god sent saviour- do Not. Read. If you think I'll be painting Mamoru as a silently suffering saint- sorry not for you.

In this Seiya's female through and through.

So! If you can get through that and say "fine now where's the freakin' Story?" Then read on. R&R. (I know I have tense issues and fragments. I'm having a beta go over them when she's settled.. So.. without further ado...)


He knew by the fact that there was no light coming from the room that it was done. He had hoped, no prayed it wasn't. He had hoped that a little time would've been considered but no. It was done.

He could feel it, the anger roiling dangerously underneath his calm exterior at this. How dare...How dare-!

His white gloved hand squeezed the pearl white cane tightly as he tried to control himself. Tonight, the bed was made up, like it always was; only now it was colder somehow. Lonelier in a way, yet he had nothing to say as he walks quietly across the crystal floor towards the vanity. He remembers it like it was only a few moments ago. The dress was, as it had been before, laid out perfectly on the bed, the crown on the mannequin head as it always was.

"Can you help me please?" sweetness in such a voice shouldn't be possible, yet Endymion found himself moved as always as he went to help. Zipping up the pale dress and helping with the bow, these were the small delights in his life. "Thank you!" All for that smile and a sweet kiss. "We better hurry or Mars will be mad again." That childish laugh that hadn't been lost in all these years.

His eyes opened as he heard the plip sound of rain hitting the glass windows. It would figure, he thought, such a dramatic thing would happen. Was it because of his mood? Or was it something else?

The King of Earth sat down next to the white dress with the little white note on top of it. He didn't bother to open it or read it. He knew, he knew without touching a thing and without his powers that she would never return. She was gone. Gone off to the stars like she had always wanted. He wasn't sure who he was madder at, himself or the one that had stolen her.
Or perhaps he was mad at her yet she wasn't here to hear his objects.

So thoughtless, she was. So selfish or was it unselfish? No, it was. She left him -them- here to start a new life. Just what had they done to deserve this? What in the world had been so terrible about them or even himself? Had he not given her everything she had asked? Had he not opened himself to her when she gently pleaded to know about what happened to him as a child?
Had he not given her her dreams? Everything he had ever..had..he had shared with her.
So why was it not enough?

"Papa...?" The small voice of a child broke him from his thoughts. The rain was growing and becoming a thunderstorm. His cheeks were wet, just why were they so? He was a man, he should not be crying over such a thing, yet he found he couldn't help it. He swallows, pushing back the other tears that threaten to fall and moves to put away the dress and note. There was no need to alarm his daughter. The child they had been promised. He found his memories were rearranging themselves. He only remembered the pink haired girl showing up once when the Black Moon Clan had descended down on Crystal Tokyo forcing the child into the past. After all was said and done, the child was no longer part of their lives.

"Come here, Usa-chan, what's the matter?" No, there was no need to call her 'Chibiusa' any more. The bearer of that name had long departed since that early evening just before the sun even had a chance to disappear behind the horizon.

"It's..the-the storms." The girl hiccups, though she was starting to age bit by bit, she still held the mentality and body of an seven year old girl. Her pink nightgown barely made a sound as she went over to him, hands outstretched to him. Picking her up, he sets her down on the soft white bed next to him. "There's nothing to be afraid, Usa. You're safe here."

She curls up next to him, her little body shaking every time the thunder roared and lighting lit up the sky. Still a little teary-eyed she looks up at him with big red eyes, " Papa, when's Mama coming back?"

For that single second, he hated her. He hated the woman that had given birth to his child for causing this. How.. dare she...?
"I don't know, sweetheart." He picks her up, "Come, I'll tuck you in and tell you your favorite stories, how about that?"

The young princess seemed somewhat confused about the answer, however, hearing that she would hear about the fabled Sailor Moon-whom she had the chance to meet in person (Who knew it was really her Mama when she was younger? ) - she smiles at him and cuddles close. "Ok!"

And so, the King and Princess went back to the pretty pink room with toys that were littered about for a story of adventure and love. Something that was absent in the quiet crystal hallways.


"Is she asleep?"

The question that greeted him when he stepped out f his now sleeping daughter's room. He saw two pairs of eyes watching him somberly.
The senshi of Time and the senshi of Protection were there. He looks away from them,the bitterness was threatening to choke him now. Perhaps he should thank that woman for at least leaving him Small Lady.

"Yes she is. " His voice sounded frosty at best, " So, why haven't you followed her? You are her guardians are you not?" He was moving away as to not to disturb the princess's sleep. "She's your precious princess-no..your Queen."

"She ceased to be when she abdicated the throne." Setsuna said quietly, " Our princess is still here, though young. We had sworn to protect this new Silver Millennium at any cost."

"Silver Millennium." Endymion mutters with a slight laugh, "No, this is no longer the Silver Millennium."

Makoto frowns slightly before settling a hand on his shoulder, "What do you mean, Mamoru? Of course it is-"

"No." That one word caught both women by surprise from it's intensity. It was not yelled or shouted-no this was a quiet heated anger that would prove to linger. He took off the white mask, a symbol of the time before. Their time together.
It was over.

"From now on, this is the rule of the Golden Millennium. For silver tarnishes at the slightest hint of neglect, while gold never loses it's shine." He looks at them, "Effective immediately, there will be some changes. "

"Changes..." Makoto and Setsuna exchange worried looks. Just what has Usagi done? Or rather what was he going to do because of her?

"Please, don't be too hasty." Setsuna counsels, "I know it hurts, but it would be best if you think on this later. At another time perhaps."

He laughs softly, but there was no humor in it just bitterness and anger, "Funny." He opens the door to his office," I said the same to her before she decided to leave today."