Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. It belongs to by Naoko Takeuchi.
Unrequited
The glaive felt heavy in her hands. The weapon she used to protect her people, her friends, her princess. The weapon she would use to end it all. The weapon she would use to take her life.
The staff was cool as her fingertips examined it. Never had she looked so close at her glaive, the weapon of the silence. The designs were intricate, not easily spotted. She twirled it easily, a move mastered over the years, noting how the light gleamed off the curved blade.
The young women smiled sadly, before crossing the empty gardens, her violet gown sashaying round her small hips. She reached a more secluded part of her gardens and walked in, knowing no one could follow her. She walked to her favourite place, a small tower, from which she could most of the galaxy.
She walked up the stairs, the only noise coming from her light footsteps. Her fingers brushed the cold stone, memories of all her lives flowing through. She reached a door and opened it noiselessly, before crossing the threshold and standing in the centre of the small room.
She gazed silently at the planets that she could spot, through the opened windows, wordlessly saying her goodbyes. Goodbye, Michiru-mama, and you too Haruka-papa. And I would not forget you Setsuna-mama. I love you all. She made one last finally turn to gaze at the moon.
She dropped her weapon as she walked closer to the window from which the dim moonlight shined through. And you too Chibiusa-chan. I will never forget you. I love you. Words she had never spoken formed in her head, as she gazed at the shining orb. Tears sprang to life, which she battered away carelessly, before reaching for her glaive.
She steadied it, now holding the blade, between her two hands. She raised it slowly to her pale neck, mentally scolding her hands for shaking so. She raised her chin, so the blade would not miss and draws it quickly over her neck.
Blood spatter on the white marble as her soon to be lifeless body falls. Her eyes lock onto the moon, and she lets the tears go. She cries for her family, her love, her friends. She cries for the question she won't be able to answer, the life she will not live. The kisses, she won't receive the children that she will never have.
The tears mix with the scarlet blood, which pools beneath the now lifeless body, staining the satin gown. The glaive of Saturn lies next to her, the blade rusted with a crimson streak. The weapon that had protected her had ended her.
AN: Angst, angst, angst, angst, angst, angst. Saturn's turn for the angst.And as usually the tittle has very little to connect it to the fic.
