This story has a couple chapters afterwards that are prewritten, and that is the reason it's being posted. This might have a fun ending, and Rini AND Darien suffer. I felt so proud at first. I don't own, so you can't sue. Thanks!

Hold me:The memories make a future

"Oh, Darien, when will you be back again?" Darien gazed down at his angel, his Serena and softly smiled. "I told you, Serena, I don't really know. We will write back and forth though, so then I can tell you." Serena laid her head on Darien's chest, smiling semi-cynically. "You don't know." Darien said nothing, letting silence give his response. He absentmindedly stroked her pale blond double buns. "You leave tomorrow?" After placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head, he responded softly. "Tomorrow." For a moment time started to slow down, and Serena slowly looked up with deep, passionate eyes. Matching eyes met lips touching, slowly adding more emotion, until finally, Darien's gentle tug pulled both he and her into his bedroom, with the door closing with a sound click was all the exterior noise.

Serena stood at Darien's balcony window, watching the moon. He really was leaving tomorrow…and she had nothing to keep him here. She couldn't move to America, nor could he pass up an offer from Harvard. All in all, this was their final time together, and she would never see him again most likely. "Serena…I'll…..never leave….you…"Serena gave a small laugh, to see that he was sleep talking. The dream speak though, was already proven wrong. Darien was leaving in 8 hours. Tightening the robe around her body, and giving a glance to the sleeping Darien, she opened the window, and stepped onto the white floored balcony. Gazing to the moon, a silent song began, one that she was rumored to have played in her past life, according to Rei. Figuring that she was alone, a ball room dance came to mind, and there, on that balcony she began to dance. In her mind, she saw herself in a white lacy gown, dancing with a dark figured man in decorative armor and fine cloths. By her eyes, she saw that Darien had risen, and had taken the armored man place, and together, in each other's arms, they stayed until daybreak.

Freeze time

"Rini, princess Serenity of kingdom XIV, You are charged with misconduct of power. As a result, I deem you unacceptable to rule, and erase your memory of the moon, the senshi and fate. You will never be born again and forever live in limbo, in the hell of Crystal Tokyo that you created." Princess, self appointed queen and unsaid assassin of her mother, stood before the galaxy council, facing judgment. Her power abuse killed her people, and several planets. Starvation is widespread, as is disease. Her hell is now her prison, and the blood of her mother's hands lay on hers, and her fate is not changeable. On the Crystal floor of the counsel stand, she fades, forever into time, with no future, and no past. In her place, a Dark grey haired child takes her place, one of her mothers honor, and her father's courage. Hazily, she stays there, and again fades into the distance. In the galaxy far far away, the counsel, also fades, its last judgment called. Time is frozen from that point on.

Begin time

Groggily, a porcelain colored hand shot out from under the mountain of comforters, slammed down on an alarm, and went back under. Several times, this was done, until a thirteen year old girl in the next room was woken up by it. She ran purple nails through long purple hair, and maneuvered the way out of her dark colored room and leather curtains. Going through the spotless living room and hall, she was finally awake (after a brief refrigerator detour for caffeine) and knocking on the alarm hitter's door. "Mom." Silence. "MOM." Silence. "Wiseman is at the door."

Hotaru sighed as she heard blankets being shoved to the floor, something being tripped over, and the door flying open. Dark blue eyes met Hotaru's dark blue eyes in a tired panic then finally blinked when she saw no Wiseman. Hotaru's mother, Serenity Moon Tuskino, formerly Eternal Sailor Moon, stared back at her daughter, formerly Super Sailor Saturn, with a motherly glare. "Good morning to you to, Hotaru. Why did you wake me up?" Serena was proud that it only took her about 15 years to be able to be awake that quickly. "Work, mother, work." A pale hand slapped a faint silver crescent moon symbol on her forehead, and then slammed the door on her daughter's retreating back.

It was the same procedure every Monday that her mother worked at Crown Arcade, the local bar/diner, after taking the manager job at the finest all night sit-in restaurant, Jupiter's Moon, the night before. Hotaru never held it against her mother that she needed to be woken up. When that was combined with being the super mom for Hotaru, and a night class every other night, going towards a general teaching certificate, and then taking two jobs to support the both of them and their future, someone had to be the sane calm one. Watching her mom come out of her room in her blouse and mini skort, along with nice tennis shoes, she also was calm, but every once in a while, she needed to sleep. Hotaru usually called in her mom sick at least once every two months, just because she couldn't wake up.

Neither females were morning people, so after dressing in her usual random black outfit or garb and decent yet controversially chunky boots, silence reined the breakfast table. Food was now edible, after 15 years of needing to be able to cook, and somewhat enjoyable, so when it was time to finally go to school and work, conversation was light. "Sorry I woke you up, honey." Hotaru was digging through her bag, for a paper she knew her mom had to sign but forgot why while her mother apologized. She gave up after a little while. "You work mom, I understand that, and everyone needs help."

At a red light, Serena smiled softly at Hotaru, almost apologetically. "I don't think you will ever be aware of how sorry that circumstances are not better for you, nor do I think I'll be able to make it up at all." Hotaru watched the emotions flick across her mother's face as the light turned green. Hotaru knew a great many things, however, despite Serena's guilt of the situation. "You didn't set up dad's leaving mom, or predicted my arrival. Either way, we need to move forward, not to stay in the past…you dreamed again." Her mother nodded. "Yes, with ever more clarity than ever." Hotaru cocked her head. "It wasn't about the future though, like a few of them. What was so different about this one?" A cynical smile crossed Serena's face. "I saw the past." Hotaru blinked a couple of times, and ended up realizing what she meant as Serena pulled up to the public school entrance. "Have a nice day Hotaru, and try not to put everyone to shame with your brilliance." Hotaru fought the seat belt to leave the car. "No mom, I won't follow in your footsteps." Both women laughed at the ironic humor of it, before final good byes were said and doors were closed.

"Hello Andrew." Serena had finally gotten through the evil traffic, which she swore was send directly sent from Metalica herself. "Hey Serena. How's Hotaru?" Serena couldn't stop a small sad smile from crossing her face. "She's perfect, as usual." Andrew laughed, choosing to save the smile detail for later. "Of course Serena, she's like her mom." Serena shook her silver bound head. "Who else is tending the bar with me today?" The schedule on the wall was a month old. He needed to change it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Andrew begin to curse mildly, biting his lip. Turning in her 5'3" glory, she stared at Andrew till he finally told her. "Rita is sick, I have called in Megan, but she can't come into the bar at all because she is under 21, and she has school till 4." Andrew looked at her, pleading with his eyes. So, he wanted her to work from 8-12 in the bar, 12:30-4 in the arcade, then go home for an hour, and head to Lita's at 6 and finally get home around one. "I am getting over time, major overtime for this Andrew."

Needless to say, Serena was less than pleased for the remainder of the day, even with the senior waitress wage of 10 dollars, and 1.5 over time, so around 90 dollars for the day, but not even that amount could stop her glaring at Megan. Of course, she had no reason to, all knew that, but also, Serena had schooled her opinions to be pushed back. "Have a nice night, Serena." That was the last thing said by Megan, and a warmer phrase from Andrew was said as well, but Serena didn't care at that point.

The steps to her apartment felt like a mountain, after 8 hours of constant movement, and when her shoes came off upon entry into the semi-expensive apartment, heaven was at her feet. As usual, Serena kept the apartment clean; primarily because she was never home enough to dirty it, and Hotaru, as unfortunately mature that she became, kept to her room. Deep rose carpeting marked the trail to a kitchen, where Serena spent the next hour preparing a dinner for Hotaru, one that tasted like food when reheated. Sweat beaded on her silver brow by the time that was finished, then the basic vacuuming, and finally, Hotaru came home, within the last 20 minutes Serena had. Serena was lucky Hotaru went out for several after school activities.

"Hello Dear. How was rehearsal?" Her daughter looked happy, as she sat down on the opposite couch of her mom. "Of course, because playing munchkin is my dream in life. How was your time at Andrew's? You look like you have been on your feet for 10 hours." Hotaru recalled that she was supposed to get out at noon. Serena looked out the window overlooking Tokyo while answering. "I have. But I made at least 100 in tips." Hotaru laughed at her mother's relatively mindless grin. The laugh became relatively sobered as Hotaru also recalled that Lita had demanded Serena's time tonight as well. "When are you going to sleep mom?" Serena wrinkled her nose and her dark blue eyes became dead for a short moment. "Tomorrow, after I drop you off at school." Despite the obvious bad timing, Serena gave her daughter, who looked so much like her father, a weary smile. She stood up, and walked over to Hotaru, and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, I'll be back later. Dinner is in the fridge when you want it." Hotaru smiled weakly at her mother's retreating back, out of the apartment. "I will mom. Love you." Hotaru heard a faint 'love you to' as the door closed.

Hotaru heard the door to the apartment open at 2, a full hour late. She could practically feel the exhaustion coming off her mom in waves, and heard that she didn't even go to the closet to change. Thin walls were a curse right now, yet a blessing, in the sense that Hotaru knew Serena needed help. Something needed to change, but saw no way to fix thing, without having other things suffer. The only reason they still lived in this apartment was that no other cheaper chances came to them. All in all, they needed another income, Hotaru concluded, and she was too young to work, she had tried. How would she help her mom now, was the ultimate question.

I hate Rini. I really do. One page of that was really really fun. There's a funnier part later in my opinion though. Please remember reviews equal motivations.

This is an 'I hate Rini' fic by Saturns Darkness. 