PG				Someday
				     by: Shell Presto


Legal Stuff: I don't own Sailor Moon or the affiliated characters, Takeuchi Naoko does. I'm just borrowing them for your pleasure. As for the song (lyrics are included throughout the song in the form of questions and between paragraphs) it isn't mine either. I would, however, love for someone to tell me who wrote it, because I don't know. I don't know the title, and I don't know who sings it. I've never even heard the first verse. Please, if you know, I'm begging you, TELL ME! ( mangetsu@email.com )



	It's funny. I'm sitting in the park, on "our" bench. I come here often, just to think. It was so long ago, years now. I had made many a mistake in my life, but none bigger than that one. So here I am, to think, of anything I desire. My thoughts always seem to return to her, though, along with all my other unanswered questions. I come up with a lot of them here, alone. It's me and the stars, what can I say? I'm more creative at night.
	Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart? You know, it's said that they never found her body. She was to fly all the way around the world, not an easy task in her time. She had set so many records, and she loved flying. Perhaps she's happier now, in that place up in the sky.
	Who holds the stars up in the sky? They're just there, ya know? Like a painting or a poster, they just stay up there, shining down on us. Kinda makes you wonder, huh?
	Is true love once in a lifetime? Okay, that's a big question, one that I don't think I can answer. I want to say "yes." That what I had with Serena was eternal, and can never happen again with anyone else. Yet, I don't want that. I do want to find a loving wife, get married, live out every guy's dream. My dream is with Serena, but it's so unattainable. I let her go, let the love of my life slip through my fingers, for her own safety. Though, what about her happiness? How about mine? No, I can't answer that question.
	Did the captain of the Titanic cry? He always does in the movies. I think I would be rather scared in the situation. Maybe I would have tried to get away. Then again, aren't we in the same situation? I've virtually given my life for Serena, as he did for one more person to get away in that lifeboat. (Yes, yes, I know, it didn't matter. The first lifeboats out weren't completely filled anyways. I was trying to sound dramatic.) Still... maybe someday....

Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain.
Someday we'll know why the sky is blue.
Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you.

	I feel as though I was meant for you, Serena. It shouldn't hurt this much, so long after the fact, if we weren't right for each other. You are probably over all of this, over me, but I don't think I will ever recover. I cannot see myself stop the regret that I feel... It is over though, and it's my fault. I couldn't see through the dream, I couldn't tell reality from illusion, and, if it was real or not, I will never know. All I know is that I feared for your life, and I gave you up. Forever. It's over.
	Does anybody know the way to Atlantis? I've always wondered if I should. I have a hunch that Atlantis is the ancient civilization that was the Kingdom of Earth, where Endymion, my past self, was to rule, perhaps with Serenity. Where I grew up, and had a family. Can someone else have been reincarnated from my kingdom as well? Someone who remembers? My family?
	What does the wind say when she cries? I used to be in tune with the Earth, when I was Endymion. My life force is still linked to this planet, is it supposed to be mine, be me? More like I am it, or a small part of it. Did I lose something though? A part of myself that knew what my planet was saying? Or was it just her?
	I'm at the place where I very first met you... for the ninety seventh time. Tonight. I didn't mean to count, but I can remember each time seperately. Every moment, every second with her was different, exciting. Everyday is a blur now...

Someday we'll know why Samson loved Delilah
Someday I'll go dancing on the Moon.
Someday you'll know that I was the one for you.

	I'll prove it, one day. No. I won't. I can't. Not anymore. You've moved on. Serena, you'll be happy with someone who loves you almost as much as I do. (Well, not that much even...) You will have beautiful children, and I know you will put your daughter's hair up in little meatballs, like Rini's. I have proved my love for you, two lifetime's full of it. In this life, I gave up my... our happiness because I loved you. In my last, I went out to my death on that fateful night, to defend you, Princess Serenity, whom I loved just as much. I will dance on the Moon with you, just as I did on that eve, at the ball. Someday....
	I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow. In a dream, that is. I walked for miles, not knowing what to expect. It had to have been spectacular. It was. It was you, waiting for me, all cheerful and giddy that I had found you. You rushed to me, throwing your arms around me. I hugged you back, and I cried. I told you I had made a mistake, I confessed my love to you all over again, and I felt complete when you told me I didn't have to. You already knew and I cried at my own stupidity, and my love for you. I was whole. Then, I was awake, crying and screaming in agony at such a dream. A dream, torture, like the one that tore me away from you. I ate Lucky Charms for breakfast that morning. They didn't taste magically delicious.
	I watched the stars crash in the sea. My world broke apart on that day, when I told you that I no longer loved you. I lied to you, to myself. It has all been downhill from there. I wonder why I deserve such a fate, to be separated from you, the one I love. Yes, that is my biggest, most painful question.
	If I could ask God just one question... Why aren't you here with me? Tonight. On a star filled night underneath the full moon, when we used to be here so often. This is not my place. This is our place. It isn't right without you, not complete. I'm not complete. I have this gaping hole in my self that won't ever be the same. I miss you, and I do not want to live without you. Why can't I just get up the nerve to talk to you, to tell you how I feel? The dreams have stopped, you're safe now. Because, I'm afraid that you truly are over me, now. I have waited too long. Why?
	"D... Darien?"
	"Who?" I turn quickly, recognizing the soft, angelic voice. "Serena!" She looks at me with tear filled eyes, the moon lighting each tiny droplet ablaze as they run their path along her face. She is sobbing gently, just like the day I forced her away and she confronted me in my apartment. Exactly like that day. I stare at her a moment, wondering if I have finally lost it. It doesn't matter. She's crying. That's all that matter. "Wh... what are you doing here?"
	"More like, what are you doing here? I come here every night. What's your excuse?" she asks me, choking on her tears.
	"What do you mean? I..." I look at my watch, and it's much later than I've ever stayed before. I look at her, our eyes questioning each others'. "I... I come here every night, too."
	Her eyes light up like wildfire with her confusion. "H... how...?"
	I smile, a small laugh escaping my throat, "We just missed each other." Suddenly, we are both hysterical, laughing almost insanely at our luck, or lack of it. We both know why we both come here. To think of our lost love, and how we want it back. That is the only reason we could. And why torture ourselves for any other reason? 
	

	I'm not sure who started crying first, but in a few moments, that seemed to last a lifetime, we had called out each others' name in desperation, and started sobbing in each other's arms. It all happened so quickly, the two years of suffering were let out in our tears, and then, without a word, we were together again. Though I begged her forgiveness, I didn't explain. I never did. It didn't matter. Only we mattered.
	As only we matter now, as I am lying in bed, watching over my family. I am King Endymion, and I have managed to fill yet another life of mine with love for her, my queen, Serenity, Neo Queen Serenity. And Neo King Endymion, ruling the Earth together. I never did get back up to the Moon with her again. I'm too content with Earth. Too content with our little pink haired daughter, Usagi, or Chibi Usa as we call her. (I'm still wondering how a purple haired man and a white haired woman can have a pink haired girl. I don't think she ever had a fling with a redhead.... Alas, another of life's little questions.) 
	Still, it's amazing that I can remember that night, two lifetimes ago. I would like to do it again, fall in love with her all over again, my Moon Princess, and have, not a last, but a first dance with her on that lovely silver orb in the sky. Maybe in another lifetime. Someday...



A beginning...



	A cute little short story, huh? I'm proud to say I did it in one night, and it doesn't seem rushed at all. (In my opinion, I also want yours!) So what do you think? Should I continue using songs in my stories, or don't you like it. I want opinions, people! How else can I better my writing? ( mangetsu@email.com ) Oh, I have a webpage with my fanart! Check it out!
http://www.Geocities.com/Tokyo/Bridge/3542 okay?

Until next time,
-Shell Presto


1:17 AM 6/16/99