Written for Usagi and Mamoru: A Love Like No Other. Link on my bio page.
58. At the end of the day
Prince Endymion lay fidgeting in his Dark Kingdom suite. He was restless and the coarse, black sheets weren't nearly as comfortable as they usually were. He knew that far, far above his head, the Earth sky – the true sky – was dark and that the moon was bright. He was desperate for sleep but it continued to evade him.
He shut his eyes once more with the vain hope that he might finally be able to sleep. A flash of light, something that he rarely saw down here, came and went.
He remembered a dank, depressing orphanage filled with angry and depressed children.
He remembered a blond man in an apron, a best friend?
He remembered a giggling schoolgirl and a nickname – Odango Atama.
He remembered he was meant to protect someone… A warrior? A princess? Both?
He remembered laughter, and teasing, and fun.
He remembered love.
For a split second he remembered.
And then it was gone.