A/N: For Jikkankakyoku-chan of the fast-flying needles. May she complete thirty-two feet of scarf in time for Christmas.
Things Left Unsaid
They were arguing again; he looming over her sprawled form and drawling words of languid arrogance, she hissing and spitting like an offended kitten, her face twisted with ire.
Turning from the scene, Setsuna closed her eyes in despair. She had known - had always known that they needed to witness the other's ugly side to appreciate the beauty… But every time she watched their crude bickering, she wanted nothing more than to shout at them the memory of their pasts and the vision of their futures.
What would you say, Mamoru-ouji, if you knew that a thousand years ago you crafted yourself – with hands and fire and blood – the wreath that begged her to bind the two of you in the eyes of the gods?
No one noticed the green-haired woman's silent departure via a portal of light, her business suit melting into a fuku in colours of black and red as a staff shaped oddly like a key materialized in a gloved hand.
How would you react, Usagi-hime, if you knew that in a thousand years you will bear him three children as the Neo-Queen, and countless more as you guard the Universe with him ever by your side?
Sailorpluto massaged her temples wearily; seeing her King and Queen in the early years of their second incarnations always pained her. She could hardly connect the passionate, almost hotheaded Endymion with the cold upperclassman, and Usagi was a child long-buried underneath Serenity's impossible-to-ruffle feathers; feathers that had been smoothed over from their state of chaotic fuzz before being replaced by wings of royalty.
Will you laugh or merely disbelieve if I declared you soulmates; two parts so closely-bonded that all laws were broken for your sake – for this chance you are wasting heedlessly?
It would not be wasted, of course, the senshi of Time knew; she would guide the soulmates down the path to the Crystal Millennium… and later, when all was broken and shattered, Cosmos and Chaos would join to maintain the Balance of the Universe, and everything would be born anew.
It was a cycle; a cycle that would not likely be broken, but left to weave its own way through the tapestry of fate.
Even Destiny, though familiar with the two, shied away from them at times.
What would you say if you knew?
"You'd call me crazy," she answered herself, and settled back to her ceaseless vigil once more. "I don't much appreciate that, so I'm not going to tell you," she informed the absent prince and princess.
In spite of my guiding hand, the path is yours alone to discover; yours alone to touch and properly decide upon.
May Lady Fortune allay Fate's demands; luck to you both.
A/N: Review, onegai! For Jikkan's sake, but mainly for mine. /points at the sign around her neck saying 'review whore'/. I think I've just ruined the tone to this drabble... ah well. It's mine, I can do what I want. /cackles insanely/. I seem to be doing that more and more as time goes by... am I going senile? Time to panic, perhaps? ...whatever, just review. Beggin' yew.