Love's Requiem

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz or Sailor Moon.

I was going to make this a songfic, but I couldn't find a song to match. *sweatdrop* I wrote this at around midnight, so if parts of it don't make very much sense tell me so I can fix it.

I was sitting around, reading fanfics, when this idea just popped into my head. Once I started this, I didn't stop typing until I finished. :)

Usagi/Ran…kinda…

Usagi's POV

Why is it always me? Will I ever get the chance to be myself? I don't want to be their princess, or a youma fighting heroine. I want to be the me I was when I was thinking of him.

I swore I'd never shed another tear over that man, but it appears I still can't lie to anyone; especially myself.

Who am I talking about? Well, I've got time; I'll tell you my story.

I'm not quite sure exactly what happened when we met. That sounds a little silly, doesn't it? I can't recall the words that were said, or the things that weren't. The only things that stands out clearly in my memory are his frigid violet eyes.

One of his friends; a tall, skinny blonde, asked me out for dinner. I refused. I had submerged myself in thoughts of him before I even heard his name.

There were always other girls there, in their flower shop. I didn't like coming after school when all of the others were there. I started skipping my lunch period just to be able to walk by a catch a glimpse, no matter how small, of him. He was the only person I would ever skip food for.

The second time I actually entered the shop, I wasn't in the best mood. I was there with Shingo so he could buy one of his friends some flowers for her birthday. He insisted that they be perfect. I left him to look, decided to wander around by myself. Something on one of the shelves caught my eye. It was a rose of such a dark red it could rival the night's black abyss. When I stopped for that second glance, I knew I had to buy that rose. It looked expensive and it was. I barely had enough to pay for it and Shingo's bouquet. I didn't really care though. He was working at the counter. I paid for them, and he barely took the time to glance at my face. I would know; I was staring at those gorgeous, deep eyes again. I couldn't exactly help myself. He had the type of eyes that begged you to look again. I complied, not offering a speck of resistence.

I finally heard his name; it was spoken in my hearing only once, and I could barely distinguish it from the other sounds that surrounded me. It was the blonde man, and he called him "Ran". When the taller man said that, he looked ready to massacre everyone that he could get his hands on. But to me, he looked even more breathtaking.

Even though I knew he was strong, he still appeared to be like a delicate vase; if I touched him he would break. Sometimes I likened him to the warriors in myth. There were more sides to him than anyone could ever hope to discover.

I arrived late at the shop one afternoon, the teachers had finally caught me trying to sneak out again at lunch. Ran was standing out front with a girl about my age. Her hair was in braided pigtails and she had soft brown eyes. She was talking to him, silently demanding his attention. He was listening to her; not commenting on anything she said, just listening.

I had to admit that the girl was beautiful, but her looks paled in comparison to Ran's. He finally opened his mouth and said something:her name. He called her Sakura; and the name fit her well.

I didn't stay to see anymore. Now, years later, I regret running away. They might have been in a relationship; they may have just been friends. I didn't stop to think on it then, I just turned tail and ran home like the little girl I was.

I never told anyone about what happened; I've only recently begun to admit it to myself. I know everyone thought that I could only love Mamoru, he was my "soul mate" after all. Not even Selena could have guessed that a violet eyed man from earth would captivate my attention. I never even spoke a word to him, but I guess that doesn't matter now.

He, Ran, has been dead for many years now. I did go on to marry Mamoru and have Chibi-Usa, but I can't help but wonder what my life could have been like. I know, I never spoke to him outside of my dreams; I did nothing but gaze upon a red haired Adonis.

I could turn back time if I wished, but I fear in my old age; it's been 368 years now, that I have lost the ability to try for something more. Why give up a certainty for something wild and tempestuous? Because it was that: wild and temptestuous.

I have to stop this story now; Chibi-Usa is crying. Could you please not tell anyone about this? I'm not quite sure they would understand the way you did…..

A/N- Does this make any sense at ALL???? If it doesn't tell me, and I'll see what I can do….