Disclaimer: I don't own

Summary: Minako where did your love go?

Warning: swearing, yuri

A/N: This is the other piece

Epiphany: Thoughts of the Broken-

WHO NEEDS LOVE?

Ribbons.

These bright, red ribbons dance around me. Like I could take the golden scissors and snip one. One of them; the one that connects my love to another. I wish I couldn't see them. In a metaphoric sense, I can't see the ribbons. I feel them. I feel them tug at my heart. And I can feel the tug of other hearts. There is only one ribbon connected to me.

Me the Goddess of Love only has one ribbon. It's like a cruel joke. Is this the master plan fate has made for us? Maybe we have to figure this out. Maybe it's just a part of the bond we all share. Well to say this sucks is the understatement of the century.

When I was in my last year of high school, it was supposed to be the best time of my life. Getting good grades. Star of the Varsity volleyball team. Even had a boyfriend. One that was oh so cute!

Then one day, I was hit with a pile of stones. I noticed someone else. Someone I never even thought I would notice in this sense of desire. She smiled to me one day while sweeping away the dirt. I blush seeing that I was caught. I didn't even know I was looking. Why would I look, I have every thing I want?

Even sense that day. Great now I'm getting all wrapped up in the past. Here I was a few years later still watching. Watching as she continued to sweep away the dirt. I relax more on the steeps sighing heavily. My eyes squint as I look up to the bright blue sky.

"Is something the matter?" she questions me as she stood above me, broom still in her hand.

I should just tell her. Tell her that I'm madly in love with her and that the one she loves will never love her. Would that make her sad? Or would she be great full? That I saved her from more of heartache… If I told her about everything, everything that has to deal with this emotion of love.

"No just thought I would see how my favorite person was!" I smile joyfully jumping up stretching my arms. On the inside I wanted to choke at my own pleasantries. She says nothing as she puts the broom away. I follow her into her home with out speaking another word.

We do what we always do before the others arrive. She pushes the magazines off her bed to make it. I go to put the various items on the floor where they belong. I reach for a stuffed animal as my eyes catch something under her desk. I pause and kneel reaching to grab it. I pull it to look at it. It was a broken picture frame. Inside was a worn out photo.

This wasn't just any photo. And I knew exactly why it was in a frame.

I see a drop of water, fall onto the glass. It made a clink sound. Then two more drops fall against it. That's when I notice I'm crying. How pathetic. I'm crying over a stupid photograph. A stupid photo from high school. A stupid photo that had a cute couple. A stupid photo that had my love with her. A stupid photo that was worn because of many times it was looked at with longing. Now the stupid photo was in broken glass. I should be happy. It was forgotten about and probably thrown with anger. But I'm not.

"Mina?" she kneels before me. "What do you…" her voice echoes out. She sees the photograph. She tries to pull it from my hands. I pull back. It's not like this is some sort of proof. I always knew. I knew she always felt for her. What was so hard about it now?

"I…hate this." I speak angrily. She finally grabs the photo. Her eyes search it, looking for something. She says nothing as she takes out the photo, throwing the frame away. She grabs for another frame.

I find my hand gripping on to her. I didn't even notice I was standing next to her. I grip her harder. She tries to get out of my grip. It was like she wasn't even trying as I pull her to me. I know if she really wanted to she could over power me. She's just lax as my hands brush her stomach.

Ha, so this is all I had to do. I laugh at my self as I start to undo her robes. My breath brushing across her neck. She's still looking at that damn photo. I nib at her neck. To my pleasure she drops the photo and turns to me. Her face is in utter surprise. I smile as I get the robes loosened. My fingers again bush against her stomach but now its bear. I smile deeper as I see her blush.

"Fuck…" she whispers and brushes her hair away from her face. I start to kiss her neck that was now exposed to me.

My fingers trail up her rib cage. She exhales. It's like this is such a naivety to her. I bring my lips to her kissing her deeply with one of my hand snaking its way to her soft back. I expertly unclasp her bra. She pays no attention as she kisses me back hungrily. My hand now cups her newly exposed breast. She winces. I'm confused as to why. I look towards her breast and that when I see it.

Ha. So that's why. That's why the photo was thrown in anger. I squeeze the breast harder. She again winces. This love bite was the proof of something that should have never happened. I bite against the mark. She screams into my ear, yet makes no move to remove my teeth. I grow tired of this. I remove the rest of her clothes and push her onto her bed. She again makes no move to stop me. Not even when I pinned her hands with one of mine.

I coax her legs apart with my bare knees. I feel her heat. Now I wish I did take off my skirt. She moans against me. I laugh in to her ears. She knows. She knows and she doesn't care. I don't care. I really don't, as my hand skillfully made it's way lower. I will make her forget. Forget whom she got that damn love bite from. Because it was never a love bite.

She gasps as I enter her. This is all we as humans have. This false ecstasy we all demand for. Her legs tighten as I continue. Humans are nothing. This emotion is not real. She bites her bottom lip. I moan at the sight. She bleeds a little. Kissing her seems even harder her breaths are deeper and she pushes against me. I just want to kiss her. My hand let go of hers to hold her face still as I kiss her deeply. She brakes away from me and yells a name. It's not mine.

Who the hell needs love any way?