Here's the next one. I surprised myself. Just finished the first and already adding another. Not usually like myself. I'm finding myself enjoying writing this story, and eager to write it. Well on with the story then, I hope it's ok.

Please review. They the reason I keep going, despite been bad or not.

Usagi

'Crash'

For once in my life the fear of thunder and lighting didn't seem important anymore, I felt cold, empty, and numb. It seems so long ago, that I first began feeling the suffering pain of loss. From a separation of souls, from a denied heart, so I welcomed the numbness, with a distinct relief.

I felt compelled to stare at the bright flash of light, which crashed angrily through the dark skies, illuminating the dark bedroom that I occupied silently. The thunder did nothing more than relax me somewhat, and the once frightening flash of light held a beauty I'd never seen before. All in all the outside-seemed calm compared to what I felt deep inside my heart.

Gently, I traced my fingers through the soft contours of my most precious treasure, a small Teddy key ring, that I held cupped in my trembling hand, and imagined that my fingers were actually caressing the softness of his smooth cheek. I could almost imagine his arms around me, comforting me and making me love him more as his raven strands mingled with my own, a dark night sky compared to my own bright golden locks.

A month had passed and still every memory of him was vivid, wonderful and painful. I tried to imagine Mamoru in his place, but it seemed an impossible task. Mamoru couldn't quite compare, I couldn't make my heart beat anxiously for him anymore. Did it ever really beat for him in this way?

After questioning whether Mamoru's feeling for me were true I realised I might never know the answer. I asked vocally, and I didn't believe. I didn't trust his words. I didn't trust him. Then I realised that I had made the mistake of not asking myself. Do I Love him?

I tried almost anxiously to think of the reasons that made my heart his. Tuxedo Kamen-Sama. Probably the only thing that ran thorough my head. Tuxedo Kamen-Sama was always there for me to save me from almost certain death, in the early years of my life as a soldier of love and justice. For that I was entirely grateful

I remember how my once youthful mind couldn't get over the fact that someone was willing to risk their life for a ditzy teenager like myself. Back then I thought nobody would ever think that much of Tsukino Usagi so my young heart felt warm at the idea.

But then I think of Chiba Mamoru. The man who once tormented me about every mistake my youthful self made, and not in the warm teasing way Seiya always did. Showing his annoyance with each conversation that was between us, with an aloof manner that I frankly found irritating.

Aloofness that still existed, even as we take our dates in the present. Dates that consist of merely sitting down, myself trying my hardest to receive any of his attention, while he read his damn book that seemed all the more important. I've always resentment this, and yet it continues as it seems that the importance of the future of his education, is more of a priority, rather than our own together. But I suppose I could understand, in a way. We have nothing in common, besides the enemies we've faced. But I suspect it most likely because he feels he doesn't need to make the effort. After all we are destined.

Though I have to say, Mamoru was acting rather impatient of me, as of late. I can't force myself to respond to his kisses anymore. I can't even imagine myself kissing Seiya's lips in order to respond to the caressing of his lips. The feelings I was looking for aren't there. The warmth of lips somehow always became cold and uncomfortable and now I find myself refusing the intimate touch more and more, presenting the smoothness of my cheek in very much the way I had done to Seiya, when I was still in the belief of been in love with my destined lover.

Oh god I'm obsessed, my every thought always leading to one direction, to one conclusion. Seiya, my soul, my heart. The one I'd probably never see again. The numbness was gone as reality sunk in. Pain crashed through me in abundance as my blue eyes tried to see through the darkness, looking for the stars that usually calmed me in vain, through the storm that was still raging outside.

Why am I doing this to myself, why is my every thought and feeling directed towards the man. He's probably found someone else by now, teasing them with his wonderfully put grins, bringing the same joy he put in my life, and kissing… oh god no, please, I can bare the thought of someone else…

I lifted my finger to my cheeks, brushing the salty tears that were evenly flowing from both my eyes. Silently I looked at the wetness of the fingers with an odd detachment, and found myself tasting the saltiness as I brushed the wet substance on my lips. I found it bitter. Bitter from the harsh reality.

I couldn't stop the shudder of pain and quickly I found painful sobs rack through my body.

"Seiya… come back to me… please come back to me… please… I want you with me…"

The pleading cry, my only true desire, a desire that I would sacrifice anything for.

Setsuna

I watched the heartbreaking scene through my Garnet Orb, with sad eyes and couldn't stop the filling tears of my eyes. All I could do was watch with a heavy heart, as the Hime I loved like a daughter through all of time, a Hime that brightened my very existence break down into a small semblance of what she usually was.

The suffering I felt that ran through her being felt so deep that I wouldn't be surprised if she'd never truly recover. A suffering of the heart, because the knowledge of destiny had stopped her from following her heart.

I am guilty of this. Guilty of showing her a future that is forcing her into an undesired future. A destiny where her heart would slowly die, each day with loneliness, empty of true love. I couldn't let her feel the loneliness I've always felt since I took the position of solitude many millennia ago. I couldn't let my adoptive daughter suffer as her mother did a thousand years ago, because of god-forsaken destiny.

Silently I allowed the scene to melt from existence as a new determination came to me. She would not suffer, because I wouldn't allow it, never again. Walking as gracefully as I could to the gates of time, I clutched the time key stiffly, the importance of my new mission weighing heavily on my heart.

"As you wish my Hime…"

Here's the end. I suppose it isn't much, but by doing a bit at a time I hope to update daily.