A/N: I'm glad some of you enjoyed the last chapter…no Usagi isn't dead…hehe it's even more angsty than that. Sigh I'm evil but this should make my other stories start to get happy! I hope.

I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that being strong meant never losing your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry

Tonight I wanna cry- Keith Urban

The dark man smiled down at the woman laying before him. She was his now. She had died on Earth she could no longer exist there…but here on the Negamoon she could be resurrected and live on as his Queen. He would even leave her pure…sooner or later the loneliness would get to her and she would submit to him. Her foolish Senshi and Prince would never come for her…she was dead to them. A haunting laughter rang through the air.

Motoki dragged his friend home after the police had given up trying to speak to him. There was no getting through to the man that had just lost his reason for living. He seemed to not notice the world around him. He simply clutched the package as if it was his last shred of Usagi. As if somehow the package was her.

"How about some food Mamoru?" Motoki asked as they walked slowly into his apartment. Motoki was awarded with an expressionless Mamoru. In fact Mamoru had seemed to lock himself within his mind ever since Haruka had handed him the package, which he had yet to open.

"Open the package Mamoru…it was obviously very important to her than you have it. Open it." Motoki tried to do something that would get his friend to do something. To come out of the trance he had put himself in.

Mamoru looked at the package in his hands and again seeing the bloodstains caused him to retreat back into his mind. He refused to live in a world where she didn't exist…she had killed herself over his death. It was time for him to do the same. He could not live without her and perhaps in the next time they would finally be happy like they were supposed to be.

Motoki looked over to his friend and felt the desperation in Mamoru's eyes tug at his already broken heart. He knew he could not leave his friend alone tonight…or perhaps any night. Motoki knelt beside the friend that had crumpled upon the floor. Placing a timid hand on his shoulder Motoki forced himself to look into Mamoru's desolate eyes.

"Open in Mamoru…perhaps in some small way it will make sense of all of this…" Motoki shook his head as his pleas got no response. He himself needed to see what had been so important to the young girl they had all loved so dear. But he also knew he needed to find someway to get through to Mamoru. With a deep sigh he spoke the name only one had been allowed to call him. "Mamo-Chan…open the package, she fought for her life so that she could give that to you. Now the least you can do is open it."

"Usako…" Mamoru's harsh whisper was enough for Motoki to see that he had finally gotten through to his friend. Mamoru's hands shook as he slowly touched the package, trying desperately to find a spot that wasn't smudged with blood to tear open. Somehow the tearing of the paper broke his heart all over again, made it happen all over again, but as the flash of gold fell into his palm, he finally felt the tears fall.

The locket. The thing he had given her long ago, and the thing she had given back to ensure that he would be safe and able to return to her. She wanted to protect him. Why did she always have to worry about protecting everyone else? Why couldn't she just once care about protecting herself? She broke off their bond so he wouldn't feel her pain, so he wouldn't come after her. She must have known…Setsuna must have…

"Setsuna!" The word came out as more of a growl as Mamoru felt anger clashing with the sadness within him. He had a lot of questions for the guardian of time. It was her job to make sure this didn't happen! Not help it along!

Motoki looked at the locket in Mamoru's hand and knew it was the one Usagi always carried with her. He had once entertained the thought that she treasured that locket more than life itself…no he really began to wonder what the story was behind it.

"Leave me Motoki…I need to be alone." Mamoru's voice was soft. He needed to speak with Setsuna…but he knew it would change nothing. He couldn't change what had happened without her help…and if she had wanted this to happen…

"No Mamoru…not tonight…I'd be too afraid of losing another friend." Mamoru felt a sick smile crossing his face. Perhaps Motoki knew him a bit too well…Mamoru did long for death…he longed to be with Usagi again. He longed to banish the picture of her being stabbed to death. The image his mind kept conjuring and playing before his eyes, each time more horrible than the time before.

"I barely survived my parents death and I don't remember them, do you honestly think I will survive Usako's?" The words were dull and as dead as Mamoru wished himself to be. He knew he was not strong enough to survive her death…she knew that he wouldn't be able to. They had even discussed it, every time he nearly lost her in battle. He hadn't liked the idea of her killing herself over him anymore than she liked the idea of him killing himself. But she had done it once before…why couldn't he this time?

With a grim resolve he promised himself that he would convince Motoki that he was doing well enough to be left alone…and then he would end his suffering.

Diamond paced the solitary figure, after three days she was finally close to awakening. He wondered if the nightmares she so obviously suffered as he brought her back to life were anything compared to what she would wake up to.

She would eventually agree to be his bride, and he didn't even have to turn her, after all there was something appealing about her innocence and goodness something that made him want her all the more. Yes she would eventually give in, the lonliness and sadness would consume her…in time she would accept she could not be with her beloved and she would be with him.

He would allow her to return to Earth but she would be no more than a spirit. Unable to be seen by anyone. She would be unable to hold her beloved or talk to him, she would have to watch them suffer and have no one to pass the hours by except for him. Yes eventually the pain of only being able to watch their lives go by, of watching them suffer of being so alone…she would come to him willingly…he would have her.

A/N: Yay everyone rejoice Usagi isn't dead! Well she won't be soon anyway. Please Review and tell me what you think and/or any suggestions!