Moon-Daisuke, I would just like to say Arigatou SOOOOOO much! You're my most faithful reviewer and something I can cling to in my worst moments! (That and lots and lots of Mountain Dew later…) So here's the next chapter, out as soon as possible. After this though, I gotta work on LWTS!

Disclaimer: Once upon a time, Sailor Moon was mine. Once upon a millennia, Sailor Moon was for Takeuchi-a. (Hehe, sucky rhyme, I know, but it was funny when I thought it up!)

Hurting

A…starry…and moonless night.

Usagi stumbled towards the park, her head spinning. He had called for her…and sadly, she had answered. Berating herself silently, she leaned against a tree and took a moment to get her breath back.

Besides learning that she was to have a daughter with Mamorou in the future, she was fine! Or so she had assured the shittenou. Chibiusa was currently in the care of Hotaru, and the two seemed to have taken a great liking to each other.

"You came."

She was surprised at how minimal her reaction was to the voice. Her heart didn't begin to beat faster, no sweaty palms, nothing. Had she grown cold? Or was she merely…not in love with him anymore?

"Hai. I came."

Was that her voice? So indifferent…but why should she care? He never came…not in the Silver Millennium, not when her parents were dying.

"Usako—,"

"Don't call me that!" She had screamed at him. A development for her.

He began again, and she could sense he was fumbling, even though her eyes were lowered.

"Usagi—,"

"That's not my name either. It's Serena. Se-re-na!"

Why? Why did he do this to her?

"Serena. I—I—Gomen, Usa—Serena."

"Endymion!"

"SERENITY!"

"They died…because of you…" Oh, Gods, she was whimpering.

Get away from her, Endymion. You will kill her! She will die because of you!

Mamorou clutched at his head. Those damn voices…they wouldn't leave him alone. It had taken all his mental strength to call to her through their fragmented link, and now they would pursue him, when he was so close to her.

AWAY!

"Damn it, Mamorou!" Usagi was screaming at him now.

"Why! Why did you have to leave me alone? Why did you do this to me? I can't—I can't get away from you! Why? Why?"

She's crying…make her stop…she can't be crying because of me!

Endymion!

"Endymion!"

"SERENITY!"

Beryl's shocked look as the sword clattered from her hand, Endymion picking her shaky form up. He snarled at Beryl, positioning himself between her, who he had put down behind him.

"Die, for daring to touch her!" And he ran forward.

Didn't he see the youmas? Or the dark energy, rushing for him on all sides? No, all he saw was Beryl, laughing wildly…

"He came…He came…" She was crying now, and on her knees. "Can't you leave me be, Endymion? Not even in my dreams!"

Mamorou clutched at his head, simultaneously reaching for her. 'Please…just let me hold her. Let me tell her it's alright…'

DAMNIT ENDYMION, AWAY!

He fell to his knees.

Move away from her, or she will die.

He felt liquid on his hands, and removed one from his head. He uttered a shocked gasp, and stood.

"Oh, Usako…Gomen, Usako, Gomen!"

Usagi rocked back and forth, barely registering that he had left. Should it have made a difference? He had left her once before.

This time…she had almost relented…almost fallen into his trap.

"I hate you." Her words were whispered at first, but then she shouted it to the sky.

"I HATE YOU!"

And she collapsed. Her hair had fallen from her hairnet, and now lay in long strands around her face. It began to rain, and she didn't move. Her feet were curled up closer to her body. She wanted to disappear, to be far, far away.

She was asleep, when they found her. Asleep and far away from her senshi, and her shittenou. It was easy to take her away; and it was easy to keep her asleep.

Blood dripped from the wound on her head, and she mumbled in her sleep as the youmas walked away.

"Alone…so alone…"

Mamorou scrubbed furiously at his hands back in his apartment. There were no cuts on his hands; he had not done anything to provoke this!

Her blood is on your hands, Endymion.

His choked sobs fell more freely, as he tried desperately to scrub away the flowing liquid, and failed. He slumped against the sink, and the liquid left a mark on his face as he held his head.

Blood.

Her blood, on his hands.

Wow, minna. That almost made me cry. Hope you liked it! I will be introducing a whole new twist to the plot, as soon as I find out how to do it without making you all sorely confused. As if this chapter wasn't enough…Ya know, I really like those scene break thingies...they're so cool!