Um, hi.  This is my (pitiful) attempt at angst.  (Oh yes, you also
get a sneak preview of my *terrible* poetry.  Sorry.)  For all of you
who are wondering, yes, I am *still* hard at work on Part Five of
Past Loves.  I'm trying to get it done before Christmas, but I have
to do a couple of projects and write a *REALLY HUGE* research paper
for school.  :(  Anyway, it'll be out as soon as possible.  It is now
also posted at the Sailor Moon Fan Fiction Collection Center and A
Sailor Moon Romance, so if I get it done after Dec. 19 (When Jupiter
Knight's on holiday), you'll be able to find it there.  Thank you.

Note: Usagi's hair is the color that it was in the Moon Kingdom.
(Manga)

I do not know how or what or why.  I did not want to write this into
anything else.  It stands alone.  Lonely.

I will explain nothing. (About *this* 'fic.  So don't ask!  I have no
idea.  ^_^;;;)

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon does not belong to me.  I claim nothing but
the events in this story.  I spun this up by myself and it has
nothing to do with any real continuity or any of my other fanfics.

Something written when I was in a depressed state of mind.

Sorrows:
Within my Sight

	A *short* fanfic by Fushigi Kismet

   Her hair was unbound, snow-white tresses the color of moonlight
tumbling about her.
   Alone in her darkness, she stared unseeing at an empty room.
   A noise, the soft sound of a footstep half-muffled by the carpet,
came to her ears.  Easily startled, she unconsciously moved further
away and asked in a shaky voice, "Who's there?"
   There was no answer.  Instead, the person in her room stepped
closer.

   Mamoru opened a mouth to say, "Usako, don't you know me?" but found
that the words stuck in his throat.  He could say nothing to her that
would lighten her despair.  He could do nothing to make her better.
He could not make her see again.
   Helplessly, he stood before her where she sat, staring into
nothingness, frightened.  He crouched down and lightly brushed his
fingertips along her face.
   She started like a frightened animal, a deer ready to flee at
anytime, but then she hesitated.  She stretched forth her hand and
finding his face, slowly trailed her fingers down it.
   Mamoru shut his eyes against her fingertips, like gentle rain
drops trailing down a windowpane.  He shut his eyes against the tears
whose flow he was unable to stop and ran forth from his eyes, down
his face in two steady currents until they encountered her fingers.
   As she felt the cold, wet touch of his tears, she paused, then
continued trailing her fingers down his face in her infinitely slow
manner, as though trying to remember him by feel alone.  As her
fingers reached his lips, they stopped and were still.
   Mamoru pressed her hand to his lips desperately, passionately,
still unable to still the course of his tears.  He tried to speak,
but as before he could find no words to express the grief he felt.
   "Oh, Mamo-chan!" she cried out in a half-strangled voice, her
torment showing.  She flung herself against him, racking sobs
shuddering through her delicate frame, tears flowing from her eyes. 
Had she been able to see at all, her tears would have blinded her
just as fully in that moment.
   "Usako," he whispered, holding her as she gave vent to her
emotions.  "Usako."
   She sobbed, her arms wrapped around him, tears dripping down her
cheeks.  "Mamo-chan, as long as I don't lose sight of our love, I'll
be okay.  Everything'll be all right, as long as I keep that . . .
within my sight."

Pain
Stabbing
Terrible
Constant

Why?

I am alone

Tears
salty as the sea
flow down my face

Your hand
holds mine

Nothing matters

I hold
the world
within my sight.

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