AN: This chapter is more of a third persons view than Mina's. It's also longer, but it was easier for me to get into her head than the others. Hope you like it and as usual I accept constructive criticism, but no flames. P.S. I don't own Sailor Moon. I do, however, own Signy.

Mina stared at the cityscape from the balcony of her penthouse apartment. She had just gotten off the phone with her agent who had informed her, in no uncertain terms, of what a lawsuit could do to her career.

"The publicity," he said tersely, "could kill you." He had ended the call stating that he would find the best lawyer money could buy. Mina laughed and looked at the ground, hundreds of feet below her.

How had it come to this? How had she and Serena's friendship dissolved? When had it first started? Had she noticed, or was she too involved in herself and her own career to notice that her best friend needed her?

She walked back into the plush apartment and sank into one of the couches, remembering when she had first met Serena.

It was spring, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and she had been walking down the street on her way to a publicity shoot for her latest movie. It was a beautiful day and she had been whistling a song that had been playing on the radio. It was all going so well. Her life, her career, it had all been so good back then. She had noticed a scrawny blonde girl walking down the street with a black cat. The girl had broken into a wide smile and run toward her.

"Hi," she said cheerfully, "I know this sounds weird, but I am completely lost, could you give me directions to the Cherry Hills Temple?" Mina had smiled, relieved that she wasn't some crazed fan and had given the directions.

"Thanks, you just saved my skin. My friend Raye would've killed me if I was late for our study group." Serena had studied her for a moment before smiling radiantly. "Would you like to come with me? I'm not a serial killer or anything, I promise."

Mina bit her lip. "I would really love to, but I have plans." Serena's smile had faded a little, but she only shrugged.

"That's okay. Maybe I'll see you around sometime." She turned to leave, but the cat didn't move, she only stared at Mina. "Come on, Luna. We're going to be late." Mina watched her go with a feeling of regret and to her shock, could feel her mouth opening.

"Wait. I can reschedule, if the invitation is sill open." She smiled hesitantly when Serena turned.

"We'd love for you to come, but you have to hurry."

Mina was brought out of her reminiscing by a sharp knock on the door. She hesitated for a moment before getting up and opening the door wide.

Signy Aino stared at her only daughter with disapproval.

"I get a call at this ungodly hour from my daughters manager telling me that my delinquent child is being sued by some little nobody." She pushed her way past Mina and walked straight to the liquor cabinet.

"Mama, what are you doing in Tokyo?" Signy sat down on the couch and crossed her legs.

"I'm on tour for my new album. I got here two days ago," she said, taking a dainty sip from her cup. Mina closed the door with a snap.

"Were you even going to come see me? I mean, if Arnold hadn't called you, would you have bothered to come tonight?" she asked angrily. Signy rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Mina, darling, temper tantrums are not in any way attractive."

Mina shook her head ruefully. Leave it to her mother to bring up appearances at a time like this.

"Leave." Signy looked up from her whiskey. "What?" "Just leave mother. I don't want you here." Signy threw her glass at the wall where it shattered.

"What makes you think you can talk to me like that you little ingrate? I made you what you are," she screamed, her accent thickening. "Without me you would be nothing, you little piece of trash."

Mina flinched at the insults, but stood firm. Signy strolled out angrily and slammed the door behind her. As soon as she was gone, Mina sank to the floor and hugged her knees, laying her face on her knees and crying. Her cries turned to sobs when she realized that she had lost the only good thing in her life. The only thing she had ever cared about. The love of a sister.