I really couldn't come up with a good death fic for this lovely holiday season, so this piece, which has been sitting in my documents folder for at least a year, is it. I don't own sailor moon, and I have rants for this but they come up later I think. Happy holidays, and a word of advice, corgies don't like wearing antler head bands. ENJOY!!

Crystal Fragments

There was a note on the floor. Blond hair swept the ground as bright blue eyes saw it, and long legs knelt to pick up the folded paper. Kneeling on the cream carpeting, her hands unfolded the paper, and she laughed as a few crumbs fell from the creases. Her laughter attracted another to the room still full with empty boxes and unpacked boxes, his voice concerned. "Minako, are you okay?" Minako turned around to see her boyfriend and quickly folded up the note, putting it in her pocket. She took his hand up and cracked her back. "Kunzite, I am okay. Don't worry about me." The weak smile on her face hid nothing, and Kunzite knew it, but he said nothing. With a quick kiss, he left Minako back to her thoughts.

Kunzite watched from the door way however, as he watched the blond move from the center of the floor to the nearest couch, where she took out that piece of paper again. Her blond hair fell over her face, but, in the moments that he watched her, her face fell repeatedly, until finally, around 10 p.m (she had started at 8ish) one phrase became a soft mantra as tears began to fall softly down her face. "Venus Crystal power, Venus Crystal power…."

Minako woke at 6 the next morning. Dully, she saw the old note in her hands, and then she realized that she never actually read it last night. She blinked, thought in that second, then immediately got up and tossed it in the nearest garbage can. Getting ready for work, the note was immediately out of her mind.

Shortly after Minako left for work, Kunzite entered the bathroom, intending to get ready for work himself. However, as he rummaged around for the supplies, something caught his attention. It was a folded piece of paper, like how you would find being passed in middle school hallways. It looked intriguing, lying on the floor and insignificant as well. He remembered Minako crying over it, and the innocent piece of paper didn't have the ability to do that to his strong Minako, his Venus. However, as a crumb fell from the note, and was placed in his pant's pocket, Kunzite had a feeling those crumbs, and what was on the note, did have the ability to make Minako cry. And like Minako, Kunzite then proceeded with his own work schedule.

There it is folks. Like? Hate? Please respond if you read it, and if you can. I'm thinking about changing my views about unsigned reviews…BUT hoped you enjoyed it, R&R, and happy holidays.

This has been a holiday fic by Saturns Darkness