Blue to Jade
You wouldn't call Sailor Star Fighter the jealous type, nor the melancholic one. Those terms were normally reserved for her teammates, the hot headed Sailor Star Healer and the reserved Sailor Star Maker. And yet, Fighter was exhibiting both emotions on both extremes, pulling at each other like a relentless tide with no opening to the rest of the sea.
In the mornings Fighter stayed in bed well past morning sunlight, turning into the sheets until they untucked themselves. In the afternoon she pelted practice dummies, laser beams leaving pot marks in the training grounds. In the evening she aimlessly pushed food around the fine white plates, and at night she furiously brushed the length of her long dark hair hunting for any tangles that dare oppose her.
"What's the point?" she would say when Maker offered to request her favorite food for breakfast. "I MUST BE BETTER," she would declare when Healer requested that they run less miles.
"What shall I do?" Kakyuu asked, brow creased, as Fighter heaved herself from one end of the running track to the other.
"Wait," Healer advised, wiping her brow, "She has to return some time."
Days passed. Then weeks. And finally, when Healer was about to shake sense into Fighter and Maker feeling at a loss of what to do, Fighter emerged from her bedroom, bright and early. "Hurry up you two!" she called, slamming both of their doors open, "The day is just beginning!"
"I miss heart broken Fighter already," Healer groaned, rolling back into the covers.