Disclaimer: I don't anything related to Sailor Moon. All rights go to the talented Naoko Takeuchi.
AN: This is me just trying something new, nothing more. So those of you who know me, I haven't stepped onto the dark side nor am I admitting to a guilty pleasure *sends a look at sweetdorka*. Anyway, let's move on with this oneshot.
Seiya Kou of the former Three Lights sat at a bar by herself at 1 AM in the morning, drinking shot after shot of beer to drown out her current heartache.
"How could I have been so stupid? I should've known better after so many years of not seeing her, " she cursed at herself, slamming down her cup of half-finished liqiour and grabbed at her bangs in frustration as she slumped onto the counter.
A chiming of bells filled the air before footsteps made their way over to where she was.
Still wallowing in her self-pity, Seiya slurred out, "What exactly could you want? How many times do I have to tell you that I don't wanna fuck you, so fuck the hell off."
A semi-familiar voice chimed in amusement, "Oh really? I don't recall be attracted to any of Usako's friends like that, even though you are quite attractive."
The dark-haired beauty lifted her head up and looked at the very person who caused her sudden depression with disgust and annoyance. "What do you want? How the hell you find me?"
Mamoru raised an eyebrow in amusement and quipped, "So it is true what Haruka-san and the others said about you, huh? Now I understand."
"Understand what?!" snarled the former singer, "That you took away the one person who I love with all my heart? That you've gotten the chance to make her yours for all eternity? Or, oh wait, how you nonchalantly 'picked up the pieces' of her broken heart after you decided to pursue your stupid dream instead of staying home with her?"
The older man didn't even flinch when the drunken female got in his face and gently pushed her away. "No, none of that was it. It was pure luck that I bumped into you here, but let's try and be civil, OK?" he stated, eyeing the young woman evenly.
"So that you could rub it in that you married Odango and are now expecting a child with each other? Count me out!" sneered Seiya, trying to push off of her stool but didn't make it off from her slackened muscles.
Mamoru sighed and rubbed his temples. "Look, I'm trying to make amends with you, OK? All I want to say is that you're not the first nor the last person to fall in love with Usako."
The suddenly sobered woman snapped her attention to the man who stole the love of her life. "Say what?" she questioned and made herself comfortable for his next statement.
"I said that you're not the first nor the last person to fall in love with Usako. It's hard not to because Usako is so loving and warm towards everybody, you can't help yourself but to love her."
"But what's that gotta do with you, me and her?"
"Nothing, just that so many people are in love with Usako. Hell, even Haruka-san is in love with her."
Seiya raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her drink. "And?"
The licensed-doctor shrugged and continued, "Just that you're not the only one to love Usako." He got up and laid down some yen on the counter.
"See you around, Kou-san. Time to return to the wife before she eats something that she wasn't suppose to, " called Mamoru over his shoulder, making his way out the door.
Seiya sat there for a little while, thinking about what the older man had said and lowered her head. "Maybe I'm not the only one in an unrequited love with an angel."