"No! Don't!" The girl stood by helplessly watching what was to her the end. "Why are you doing this?"
The boy ceased his actions. He stared at the mirror that that held their as it were, their very soul. "It doesn't matter. You can't change this."
"No you're wrong!" she screamed. Her heart pounded furiously against her frame. It beat a broken rhythm, shaking her, enveloping here in its pulsing madness.
She watched him through the mirror even as he watched her, his face etched in stone. His eyes – they sang a different song. She could remember hours spent getting lost in those unfathomable – what's the word – worlds. Yes that's it. Worlds. Those intense azure orbs held for her a whole different reality. She was wanted. Needed. Adored. Desired. Craved. Loved.
But now the words of the song have changed. The melodies, warped. His eyes hold nothing was contempt. Reason dictated closing all avenues of her soul to this decimating force but her heart demanded and searched for an inkling of the former, a microscopic amount of what those calming lagoons used to offer her.
It was against the very nature of her being to allow what this boy wanted to do to her. But she wondered was there anyway to stop him? Was there any hope for her at the end of the day should he have his way?
"Please…" she tried.
"Enough. I don't want to hear anymore." His voice eerily calm, unaffected by the obvious tension that threatened to swallow her, that bespoke her budding hysteria.
"But why?" Her tears stung her own blue eyes yet refused to make the telling journey across her cheeks, the same cheeks that he once adored. "Why are you doing this?" Pain was etched across her every word yet his eyes held no sympathy. "I don't understand." She whispered. If it wasn't for the awesome silence that prevailed, no one would have heard the words that escaped on a short breath.
"You are pathetic." He said finally turning to face her. The same image that was captured by the reflective surface now looked at her. Three words were uttered. Three words cut her to her core. His earlier tasks being done he procured his suitcase and proceeded to exit the room.
"No. You can't." Reality sifted through her nerves that he was indeed going. "Why are you doing this to me? Please tell me."
"Isn't it obvious?" He smirked. "I don't love you. I have never loved you. And I never will."
Don't leave me in all this pain
He watched her figure as it barred his exit. He determined she would not deter him. Came to stand before her and he could see the chaos in her, the unbelief and realization. This was the second time he was doing this to her but now, it was for good. He raised his free hand and forcibly removed her before making his exit.
She followed him out. She waited silently in the elevator with him as it shuttled them to the main floor. She wanted to scream and beg as was her personality but a crushing blow had been dealt. Her voice lost in the battle.
Don't leave me out in the rain
He knew she followed but what did it matter to him. She was no longer his concern. Her quietude had unnerved him since he knew of her volatile nature. He wondered when she would finally be her true self – the whiny girl that he had somehow been saddled with. What madness had inhibited his brain that he got together with her in the first place? And what power had possessed him to return to her?
She watched silently as he stowed his bag. Memories of their first break-up flooded her and she wanted, like the last time, to cling to him and beg him to remain with her. He didn't even look back as he got into the car and sped away. Cliché seemed to defy her desire for happiness for as soon as he disappeared from her sight, her now flowing tears mingled with the traitorous children of the clouds. They mocked her misery yet at the same time sympathized.
Clumps of gold stuck to her head and face, trailing down the length of her body. The tears of the sky caressed a path through her tresses much like the touch of a lover. So very much like his. She knew she had died just then as the last piece of him disappeared from sight.
Come back and bring back my smile
Come and these tears away
Her head found root on her chest as she slowly, carved her path to her home. Home. She had hardly been there. Her liaison with him and occupied her time; day and night. She was of age now. She could sleep anywhere she liked. With whomever she pleased. At this thought she laughed. As sad choking sound that erupted from her body. She was for all purposes and intents pure. Untouched. Undefiled. Virginal. She had been too shy to move past those passionate kisses that pleaded for more. He seemed more that willing to wait. He seemed happy to just hold her to him. In this, she was a willing participant. She wondered now if her reluctance for such intimacy resulted in this cruel separation.
I need your arms to hold me now
The nights are so unkind
Bring back those nights when I held you beside me
No questions were asked as to her sudden and strange appearance. Her mother gave her an understanding look although she was so absorbed by the movements of her feet that she didn't notice. Her usually annoying little brother gave her a wide berth, sighing and retiring to his room. Her father could have cared less about her look. He had long renounced his claim to be her father since the relationship began and more so when she refused to obey him. She could care less.
Her bed held little comfort from the hurt.
He eyes were just giving into the cold arms of sleep when a familiar and unwanted sound filtered to her weary mind. Why now? Her guardian looked at her expectantly so she went through the motions. She wondered if death would welcome her this night.
Unbreak my heart
Say you love me again
Undo this hurt you caused when you walked out the door
And walked out of my life
She battle continued. Her friends kept a wary eye on her as she effortlessly plowed through the puppets of the Dark Kingdom, making her way to the puppeteer. The last string had been cut and the mastermind of the little scene came into play.
"I will destroy you all and claim your energy for the Dark Kingdom." It cackled. The senshi looked to her for the speech – silly but necessary to the effect. She was not in the mood for ritualistic behavior. She scowled realizing she would survive and thought to remain immobile and allow the Dark Kingdom scum to sap her waning energy.
"Sailor Moon?" Venus said worriedly. She had been worried as to the melancholic demeanor of their usually clumsy leader. The others wondered what catapulted her into such precision and grace yet echoing such sadness with every move.
Un-cry these tears
I cried so many nights
Unbreak my heart
He arrived in time to see her standing before the youma. She seemed in control yet overly sad. She radiated despair. The youma attacked refusing to be deterred by the uncharacteristic behaviour of the well known Moon scout and attacked. Surprise was evident when the girl made no move to defend herself or evade. He sprung into action, removing her from the deadly force under a chorus of her name from the other senshi. He watched her eyes as the others fought the monster. Her eyes held so much pain and he wished to sooth it.
"Sailor Moon." She was unresponsive but held his gaze.
She looked up into his face and wondered why she gave up her masked knight for the scoundrel who ran away with her heart. Why? She could see the concern etched in this familiar stranger's face and wondered why she could not hold to her infatuation to him. True, she was attracted to him, even with her heart in the hands of another. She could not understand why her mysterious hero was so much like him. Why did he pull at her soul with the same ferocity as him?
My heart
"Put me down…Tuxedo Kamen." She whispered. Shock was evident on his face. She knew the reason. Usually she basked in his attention but now she seemed as if she could not stand to be near him. What had changed?
"Sai-" he began even as he lowered her. Once her feet touched the ground his words were cut off by her speedy escape from him to the front of the battle. He watched her ignore the cries of her senshi and dash to the youma. She halted a mere breath away from the shocked creature before encasing its neck in her tiny hands.
"Scum." She said. She viewed the vile creature before her who was unable to fulfill its promise of death. Her powers that usually flowed through her tiara or staff now flowed freely from her hand like electricity. It flowed into her struggling captive, slowly, painfully killed it. There was a gasp and then a stunned silence behind her but she paid it no heed. He work was done and she wished to go home. She bypassed the circle of friends and instead headed for home.
He watched her. What had happened to her? Usually he would have made his exit but her strange behavior ripped at him. The other senshi looked at him puzzled as well and all collectively shrugged while staring after the retreating figure. In the beginning he had been annoyed at the compulsion to rescue the blonde beauty but in time it became subtle affair or flirtatious smiles and words. Now it was love. Pure, unrepentant love. And to see her so obviously torn up, he felt himself being shredded. He took his leave as did the rest of the senshi each contemplating the Sailor senshi of the Moon.
Take back that sad word goodbye
Bring back the joy to my life
OOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOooooo
He watched from his usual spot at the counter sipping his coffee. He didn't what he had been expecting when the blonde goddess entered the arcade. He realized he expected and missed their "fights." It had been three months since that awful breakup. In the beginning, just like the first time, he had though he knew what he was doing. He had felt he had done the right thing. But now, as he watched her pour over book in solitude – though her friends were present – he doubted his reasoning for the breakup. He realized, he had thought, she would have been past this now. It confused him ever more, because he thought he should have been past it too.
She studiously finished her assignments for the day. Her friends had stopped questioning reclining themselves to support and comfort her when she suddenly broke into silent tears. They surmised it had something to do with her recently broken relationship with man at the counter. The man who had held her heart since their first meeting. Mamoru.
"What did you do to her man?" Motoki said softly. His gazed was fixed on the usually exuberant teen.
"We broke up. It happens." Mamoru shrugged.
"Are you blind to what has happened to her? At least the first time you guys broke up, she tried to act like her old self. Now she's not Usagi anymore. She's quiet, studious... unresponsive." He practically hissed. "Studious is not so bad but a quiet and unresponsive Usagi is just too weird. And scary. She doesn't even fight with Rei anymore." Motoki exclaimed in a whisper.
"How is this my concern?" Mamoru asked coldly. He almost choked on the obvious lie. It bothered him that he had managed to break her spirit. More so, it bothered him how the love of his life seemed to have the same symptoms of his former girlfriend. He replayed a conversation with the Moon hero from the night before.
FLASHBACK
"What has happened to you Sailor Moon?" he asked as a gloved hand caressed her cheek.
"That is irrelevant to this context." She said in a quiet monotone.
"Yes it is." He persisted. "I have no complains that you effectively kill the youma or that you have improved in battle but I worry when I see you no bothering to evade dangerous attacks." She stared at him a smirk tugging at her lips. "You are you so sad?" he finished.
"I grieve for my friend. She is sad and if she is sad I cannot help but be as I am."
His eyes twitched at the response. "You practically suicidal because some friend of your is depressed?"
"You could never understand what we share." She said. "She is apart of me as I am of her and as such I reflect that which she feels." He was confused but he allowed her to leave.
END FLASHBACK
Could Usagi be that friend? He seemed to remember her bragging that she and Sailor Moon were very good friends. He assumed she had been lying. But now in light of recent events e wondered if it was true. He pulled himself from his seat and made his way to her.
Don't leave me here with these tears come and kiss this pain away
"We need to talk." He said. She raised her head slowly to acknowledge the voice. Her heart clenched inside her as he gazed up at his handsome figure. She wondered why she could still love him when he said he could not return the feeling.
"Speak." She said lowering eyes back to the pages of the text book.
"Alone." He said. He waited while she gave silent approval to her friends.
I can't forget the day you left
Time is so unkind
And life is so cruel without you here beside me
"How are you?" he asked as he took his seat.
"Fine." She replied not looking at him.
"And how is school going?" She sighed.
"I get the feeling you didn't come over here to make small talk with me. It was never your style. So why don't you get to the point so we can end this conversation."
He hadn't meant to say the next word but it was instinctual somehow. "I'm worried about you."
"Well don't be. I'm no longer your concern." She went back to her book. She was annoyed with his presence. Over the months after their breakup she had come to startling discovery. This man that faced her, this man that held her heart still, this man that she loved was none other that the great Tuxedo Kamen. It had been like ice water in her veins when she realized that her possible chance of moving on from Mamoru turned out to be Mamoru. How did she find out? It had been that kiss.
FLAHSBACK
"Sailor Moon!" she had been actually trying to avoid an attack but the after shock knocked her unconscious. She faze din and out realizing that she was not on the cold ground but sheltered in strong arms. Once she came to, she stared up at him a smile almost pulling at her lips.
"I'm so glad you're okay." He said and before she could respond, he kissed her. Her traitorous lips had responded to his gently inquiry encouraging him to deepen the kiss. All the while, her mind tried to figure out why she craved this so much. She wondered why she felt like she had come home. It was in that second that her yes flew open and stared at the man who had her lips in a slow dance with his. Mamoru? Her mind screamed as she slowly pulled away and searched his face. Her eyes traveled the lines of a face she knew so well and both the world fell away.
END FLASHBACK
So now, as she eyes him, she suspected his sudden interest in her had to do with her alter egos personality change.
"I might not lo-"
"Save it baka, I don't want to talk to you anymore. You've said your piece. Now leave."
"No." She closed her book with a sigh of exasperation and unbelievable pain before looking at him.
"What else do you want from me you baka?" She seethed in a whisper. "Haven't you done enough?"
"Us-"
"Don't say my name, teme. You broke my heart, my spirit, what else do you want to break?" She was not ashamed to admit he had hurt her and that it still hurt her.
"Please-"
"Will you just stop?" She said still in a whisper. "You made yourself clear a few months ago. You don't love me. Never have. Never will. Now just leave me alone and let me learn to live without you." She said.
"You think that this has been easy for me?"
Unbreak my heart
Say you love me again
Undo this hurt you caused when you walked out the door
And walked out of my life
"Why should I think it isn't? You never loved and so you cannot know what it is to lose it and have it stare you in the face every single day."
"That doesn't mean that I don't care about you as a person. I would want you to go n like this."
"Then you should have loved me." She said simply. She leaned forward now. "Besides…" he leaned forward too. "It didn't take you long to lip lock with some other girl now has it?"
"How did you-" he said rearing back.
"You didn't think she would tell me? Now I know why you left me, why you were even with me to begin with." He was intrigued. HE had wondered why he was attracted to Usagi and it seemed she had the answer to his query.
"And what do you think is the reason?"
Usagi laughed at this now. "Same hairstyle, same quirky attitude; I could pass for her twin." She hated talking about herself but she had to show him what an idiot he really was.
"That's ridiculous." But even as he said it he knew he was lying. Usagi did remind him of Sailor Moon. Strangely so. As she smirked knowingly at him he sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Whatever. Just go back to your life. And stay away from Sailor Moon. She doesn't appreciate the gesture. Save her if you want to but keep your lips to yourself."
"But-"
"What? You love her? Please. You are incapable of love." She spat.
He sat across from her and one question kept running through his mind: What kind of idiot was he to have left Usagi? Not once, but twice? He loved this girl sitting across from him but he was too wrapped up in his infatuation with Sailor Moon to realize. Her once bright eyes now held a dull pain behind them.
"Will you keep my identity a secret?" he asked quietly.
"I have no reason to endanger your life for petty reasons." She replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home now since you are intent on plaguing me." He exited the booth and he rested his face in his hands.
How am I supposed to love two women to so much yet none more than the other?
Un-cry these tears
I cried so many nights
Unbreak my
He jerked suddenly. That familiar pull coursed through him. Sailor Moon was in danger. He paid for his coffee and fled the arcade.
Un-break
my heart, oh baby
The scene he came upon was horrific. The four inner senshi – Mars, Venus, Mercury and Jupiter – were bloody and unconscious as a unrelenting youma battled with an equally unrelenting Sailor Moon.
Come
back and say you love me
She was bleeding heavily but she fought still, attacking the youma viciously. Soon, the poor youma was curled into a ball as Sailor Moon continued a desperate attack. If the youma could bleed, he was sure it would be bleeding to death now. This was one more change he saw in Sailor Moon: she had become very precise and ferocious in her fighting. Where she would have dusted the youma she now used them for punching bags.
Un-break
my heart
Sweet darlin'
"Stop!" He said holding her from the unconscious youma. She forced him back before finally using her tiara to obliterate the poor creature. It seemed almost relived.
Without
you I just can't go on
Can't go on...
She whirled on him and he took her face in his hands. "Stop." He said softly. "Its over." She looked at him with vacant eyes. Comrades roused and began to move towards her. She never noticed as he looked up at him. What came next surprised all of them.
He cupped his cheek where her harsh hand had just left. He was in so much shock, he did not see the other hand as it aimed for and connected with his other cheek.
"Sailor Moon!" the girls cried.
"How dare you?" she spat at him. "How dare you use me like that?"
"I don't know what you mean." He ground out.
"You mean you didn't notice? You spent so many months wishing to kiss me that you did not even know you were doing it."
"Sailor Moon-" Mars warned.
"Shut up Mars." She shrieked. Her friends reared back. "I give up. I don't want to do it anymore." She raised her hands about her head. "I renounce my leadership. I don't want to be Sailor Moon anymore. Either way, I'm never enough for anybody." She looked at Mamoru now who had a confused look on his face. "And you can go to hell." She said vehemently. She detransformed much to everybody's shock. She plucked off the broach and took out the communicator and handed it over to Mars. She walked off leaving a dazed group.
"U-Usagi?" he said.
She walked quickly and pretty soon it turned into a run. Her tears came hard. She had always known it was another woman that made Mamoru leave her. She had wanted to know who but soon gave up her investigation. Who would have thought ne? Who would have thought she was the other woman. She managed to steal her own boyfriend from herself. Plain old Usagi wasn't good enough for anybody. Well fine. If they don't want Usagi, they can do without Sailor Moon too.
Shock. That was what he felt initially. Regret followed soon after. He had lusted after another woman while completely in love with his girlfriend. He lusted after woman he had not known. Until now. What had he done? He looked at the Sailor Senshi now as they looked at him bewildered.
"What happened?" Venus asked. "I know you know. What happened to our Usagi? What did you do to her?" She had him collared now.
"Venus!" Mercury yelled. Mars and Jupiter cracked their knuckles getting ready for fight. He didn't know what to do. He deserved whatever they dished out. He was stupid. He was foolish. He had broken her and for what? His hand reached up slowly and procured his mask before removing it. There was collective gasp.
Venus released him and shook her head. By her eyes, he knew she had figured out what had exactly happened and as the goddess of love, she knew exactly what was happening now. "Teme." She said to him before turning away.
"Matte!" he called out.
"Leave it alone Tux-boy." Mars said over her shoulder. "You've done enough. We've lost our leader. How will we defeat the Dark Kingdom now? How will we find the princess? How will we do anything without Usagi?"
Left alone he replaced his mask and took refuge in a tree. They were right. He had done enough. He would stay away now. He would leave her alone to live whatever life she wanted. He'd lost her. They were both now miserable. How was he to just go now and proclaim the love he had recognized before she revealed herself to him? Any such words now would probably get him killed. He burned inside. He had lost her forever.
Unbreak my heart
A/N: Well that's it. I'm wondering if I should make a sequel or just leave it as it. Let me know what you think.