Miaka glanced through the screen of trees, staring at the slightly darker form of Mitsukake. She walked over to Tamahoma and, without thinking, plucked his rice ball out of his hands and started eating it. "HEY!" Tamahoma snatched for his rice ball and, seconds before he reached it, Miaka moved it out of his reach.
"I'm hungry," she said, as if that explained everything.
"You're always hungry," he mumbled. He sighed and leaned against a tree, noticing Miaka's looks at Mitsukake. "He'll be all right, don't worry about him."
"What happened?" She finished the rice ball off and dusted her hands together, then leaned back against Tamahoma.
"You know that he lost his fiancee, right?" She nodded. "He still mourns her. There's really nothing either of us can do. Give him time. Time will heal him."
"Yes, time will heal Mitsukake," Miaka whispered, drifting off into slumber. Tamahoma pulled her closer, tucking a blanket around her against the chill of night and glanced over at Mitsukake a final time before sleeping himself.
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Her head snapped up as the words were spoken, as if from far off. "Time will heal him." She stood up, holding her Scepter ready for battle and turned slowly. "There shouldn't e anyone here," she whispered. "Little lady?" she called. "Little lady?" The only one she could think of who would enter her domain was her, and there wasn't any answer. A dim light began glowing in front of her, and she turned, Scepter raised. Years of immortality had taught her patience, however, so she held back on the attack. The light rapidly grew and in the center a picture began to take place. She lowered her Scepter and stared, squinting slightly from the brilliance of the light. A man was sitting beside a lake-at least she thought it was a man. It was so dark, she wasn't really sure. And then the light reached her.
She screamed as she felt herself ripped from her Guardianship, pulled from In Between Time to a Past Time. Everything spun around her and then went black. When she opened her eyes, she was lying face down on a forest floor, her Scepter still gripped tightly in her hand. She closed her eyes in despair. She had just broken one of the rules of her Guardianship, however unwilling she had been. Sailor Pluto, the Guardian of Time, had left her domain.