Throughout time a haunting melody has connected one man to the destiny of a very special family. Anime canon. Written for the 30th Anniversary of the original Sailor Moon Anime and the song 'Moonlight Densetsu'.

Rated: T - Romance/Spiritual - Words: 3,792 - Chibiusa T./Rini/Sailor Chibi (Mini) Moon, Mamoru C./Darien S./Tuxedo Kamen, Usagi T./Serena/Bunny/Sailor Moon, Queen Serenity

A/N: This is another fic with two versions to it. The second version can be found in the second chapter and you can read them in any order.

Many thanks to a href=" /users/A_Reptile_Dysfunction/pseuds/A_Reptile_Dysfunction/works" A_Reptile_Dysfunction

/a for beta reading this fic for me. You can check out her work under the names areptiledysfunction1107 on tumblr and A_Reptile_Dysfunction on Ao3.

I would also like to thank a href=" /users/Seren_Kat32/pseuds/Seren_Kat32/work" Seren_Kat32

/a for helping me with the physical descriptions of a particular character.

This fic is a gift for Senchatunes and Nanopco.

Orpheus strode up the very centre of the alabaster throne room, the teal armoured guards flanking the carpet that led up to the dais. His gait was slightly stooped, his shoulders bent with the decades old habit of a piano player hunched over the ebony and ivory keys.

Upon reaching the edge, he bowed in humble deference. As he lowered himself, a tall and lanky man looked back out at him from the silver mirror floor. He was lean in the way that artists usually are, but there was a subtle strength present. He had some wisdom lines around his eyes, mouth, and forehead signalling life's trials, tribulations, and joys. Nevertheless, his face had a dreamy cast to it, a byproduct of always thinking about his next piece. He had a full head of dark slate colored hair that hadn't yet thinned out with age.

"Your Majesty." The two words were laced with the utmost respect and reverence.

"Arise, Orpheus."

Orpheus straightened up and beheld a woman that was the personification of moonlight itself. Cradled within her arms was a small bundle, a tuft of golden blonde hair just poking out from the blankets.

"I believe you wanted a brief audience with me?"

"Your grace, I simply wished to ask if you would do me the honour of accepting this gift in celebration of the Princess' birth."

Orpheus' hands were large, but he moved them with a delicate grace, removing the gift from his top pocket. Cupping it within his white gloved hands, he raised his arms up, bowing his head in respect, and offered up the item. He felt the soft pressure of fingernails as Queen Serenity took the item with her free hand.

"Thank you Orpheus, it is beautiful." The baby in her arms reached out and grasped at the gift. Queen Serenity smiled. "And the Princess clearly loves it."

"If I may, my Queen, perhaps the Princess would love it more if you were to open the lid?"

Serenity's brow furrowed slightly as she pressed her thumb upon the lid of the item, silently popping it open.

A slow, hauntingly beautiful melody filled the room.

Everyone, from the armed guards to the cooing babe were utterly enchanted by the music.

"Oh Orpheus…" whispered the Queen. "The Silver Millennium is truly blessed to have you as Royal Composer."

As he bowed again, Orpheus wore a soft, satisfied smile. "Your highness is too kind."

The baby princess reached out again, as if trying to touch the music itself. Though she could not, she nevertheless seemed satisfied upon grasping the shining gold star locket.

The young man was tall and slender, with thick, dark, shaggy slate colored hair that framed an intelligent face. His face was angular and a pair of dimples highlighted his cheekbones. His frame was muscular, but not overly so. His forearms and hands were strong and graceful.

By most anyone's measure he was pretty attractive. However, he did not look it at the moment.

At the moment he was running across his apartment, his hair unkempt, his pyjamas buttoned hastily.

He didn't really care though. His focus was solely upon retaining the fledgling tune in his head

The melody had come to him in the early hours of the morning, in that strange state between sleep and awakening. He couldn't really remember the dream itself. It had been about a boy, a girl, and a big silver-white castle of some kind. Thoughts of the dream dwindled though as he approached the piano.

His eyes had a twinkle in them as if he was on the verge of laughing. Elegance oozed out of his person as he reclined on the piano bench, his hands frantically depositing notes on the lined staff paper. His fingers already moving to the mental beat, he feverishly got to work, trying to bring the music to life.

It took about an hour, but eventually he got it and committed the beginning of the tune to paper. Then, as he pushed onwards, the song built with an ease he had never known, almost writing itself. As if the melody had always been inside of him his whole life. The creative high was so immense that he felt like his head was about to short-circuit!

Well before sunrise, he had pinned the tune down and was already working on potential lyrics. Eventually, fatigue got the better of him and he had to concede temporary defeat. He yawned and stood up, making his way back to bed. However, a few feet away from the piano he turned back and snatched up the paper one more time.

Only feeling slightly immature and egotistical, he signed his name at the top of the song sheet.

'Yusuke Amade.'

Ayame sat alone sipping her drink. She ran a frustrated hand through her long dark hair and stared out across the club. Her gaze fixated upon a bespectacled boy who, despite his nerdy appearance, had somehow wound up dancing with a pretty girl with bushy blue-purple hair.

Ayame took an angry sip of her drink, attempting to repress the envy and longing she felt for the younger woman. She was new in town and, in a desperate attempt to meet people, had dolled herself up and hit the nearest dance club. But apparently she'd picked the one night where everyone was here with a date and therefore uninterested in making small talk with her.

Admittedly, she wasn't the easiest person to do that with, being more reserved and introverted than a lot of other people she knew. She'd thought she might as well give it a shot; however, it hadn't taken long for her to admit that tonight was not her night."

Retrieving her coat from the cloakroom, she removed the paper ticket and put an arm through one of the sleeves. However, that was when the DJ suddenly changed the track.

It was that new song from… what was his name again? Amade something, wasn't it? She'd heard he was more of a jazz pianist, but apparently he wasn't half bad at pop stuff either.

Changing her mind, Ayame decided to wait out the song before leaving. She returned to her still vacant seat and set her coat beside herself. Scrunching up the now useless paper ticket she nonchalantly threw it over her shoulder.

"Hey!?"

Ayame whirled around in embarrassment. "Sorry did I hit you."

"Yeah," replied her inadvertent victim, "And then your paper ball fell into my drink." He held up the glass of black liquid, the pink paper ball floating upon its surface.

"Oh, look I'm really really sorry. Let me buy you another one to make up for it."

The stranger's expression softed ever so slightly. "Well, I was thinking, if you wanted, maybe instead of a drink you could… um…"

Ayame tilted her head in confusion. Upon seeing the stranger's eyes dart to the dance floor she finally caught on.

"... Alright," she replied, trying her best not to sound too desperate.

The stranger shot her a smile and she couldn't help but notice he had rather bright blue eyes.

Side by side, the couple stepped onto the dance floor. They were silent, the only words between them those of the song blasting through the speakers.

'A MIRACLE ROMANCE'

Taiko held up the golden star locket. With his thumb the lid flipped open and filled the air between them with soft, haunting music.

Before his eyes, the most beautiful woman in the world let out a small gasp, taking the star locket into her cupped hands.

"It's our song," she said breathily. "I didn't even know they turned it into a locket."

"They didn't… I actually commissioned it."

Her dark eyes lifted from the locket and fixed upon him. "You went to that much trouble, all for me?"

He huffed out a tiny laugh. "Well, I was thinking, if you wanted, maybe… you'd like to be Mrs. Ayame Chiba?"

For a moment she was utterly still and silent. Then, her eyes watering, she smiled, nodded and drew closer.

As they kissed the soft music filled the air around them.

Within her cot a tiny pink haired princess cooed and wiggled energetically.

She soon settled down though when her parents produced a golden star-shaped locket. The baby clutched at the locket and managed to open the lid.

As she drifted off the sleep, the music of the locket seemed to travel out across the whole city, the entire planet, and then far beyond the Moon itself. All who heard the melody were utterly enchanted.

All save one, tall, lean, lanky old man with a head of grey slate hair. He simply sat at his piano and wore a soft, satisfied, smile.

A/N: I consider this fic a spiritual prequel/sequel to the penultimate scene of another of my fics 'Legacy'.