Set during the Silver Millennium. Story might be a little... morbid.

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"Come on, Jupiter! Be reasonable!"

The young woman looked at the man, also in his late teens, with contempt in her eyes, her hands balled into fists. "Just what are you asking from me, Nephrite?" Her voice was low, dangerous. They were standing in the middle of a field, and as they talked, the clouds began to gather.

"I'm just telling you what I think! The Moon Kingdom is doomed! The only way we could hope to survive this is if we allied ourselves with Queen Beryl!"

Jupiter quirked an eyebrow. "So she's a queen now? Since when has she had control over your heart, Nephrite?"

"You know that would never happen," Nephrite said, a little too quickly, in Jupiter's opinion. "Come on! Think it through carefully."

"I have thought of it carefully. What you're asking of me is to betray my liege, spit in the face of the princess I vowed to protect my life, and turn my back against my planet." The sky turned even darker.

Nephrite's lips thinned. "If that's the way you see it..." He turned around and started walking away. A few steps, he stopped, and he turned again. "I'm sorry it had to end this way," and pivoting, he began walking again.

"I'm sorry too," Makoto whispered. A flash of light, and the man who called himself Nephrite lay crumpled on the floor, lifeless. A few sparks still danced on his burned skin, testament of Jupiter's powers. As if on cue, the floodgates of heaven opened up, pouring torrents of rain and giving belated relief on the still form of Nephrite. None of the raindrops, however, was cause of the moistness that flowed down Jupiter's cheeks, as she knelt down beside the man she thought she loved, before walking away to return to the palace.