Love's Icy Edge The five Sekkou surrounded the guard to Beryl's chamber as he said again in a louder voice, trying to stress his point. "Beryl has specifically requested not to be disturbed by anyone. I'm sorry, but you can't enter." Dark Sailor Venus grabbed the guard by the throat. "What business we have with the Queen can't wait. Let us in or we will be forced to kill you." The guard nearly laughed at the unfairness of his situation. "If I let you in, Beryl will have me executed. If I don't, You'll break my neck. So, you know what?" The man shouted angrily, "Go ahead! I'd much rather be put out of my misery by you than -- AGH!" A loud, wet, cracking sound was the last thing the man ever heard before Mina let his lifeless body slide to the ground with a thud. "Such a waste. We lose more talented guards that way," was Ray's response as Lita pushed the large door open. Even though the door moved slowly, it still made a loud banging sound once it was fully opened, as if to alert the occupants in the room. They could hear soft piano and violin music coming from somewhere in the room. Beryl was in the middle of enjoying a private concert from two of her many court entertainers. As they entered, Serena spoke first, regarding Beryl who was seated on her throne in the center of the huge room. "I apologize for our rudeness, your highness, but we have news of our mission." Beryl merely nodded, only half listening. "Dark Mercury's dimensional portal works and we were able to infiltrate a group of Sailor Sekkou from an alternate reality. We were able to gather a great deal of intelligence that will aid us in future attacks. Within a short time, we are confident that we will be able to defeat them. However, we will require help from you to do so. You see, in their dimension, they have nine sailor warriors. We can't --" Beryl finally cut Serena off by hurling a ball of dark energy at her, sending her sliding across the floor. A lesser mortal would have been blown to bits. "How stupid do you think I am?" Beryl looked at the other four Sekkou, waiting for one of them to answer. After several moments of tension, Dark Mercury stepped forward quietly. "My lady, if I may?" She said, bowing deeply, showing respect. "What Serena says is true. We are outnumbered. Without more Sekkou, we can't even hope to win." Then Dark Mercury hit a small button on a holographic projector she had with her. A large, bright image of a galaxy appeared. Around the familiar shape of the galaxy, a large blue sphere formed, encompassing it. Beryl waited patiently for Dark Mercury to continue. While the queen had little patience for sucking up, begging, and people trying to manipulate her, she was willing to listen to a person willing to get to the point. So long as the point benefited her, that is. "This is their galaxy. The blue surrounding it is a representation of dark energy and dark matter. Dark energy makes up approximately seventy three percent, and dark matter makes up twenty three percent of the total mass of their galaxy. If my math is correct, that makes ninety six percent of their galaxy's mass as dark material. Material we . . . by we, I of course mean you. . . . can convert to raw energy." She then pushed another button on the projector, causing an equally large projection of another galaxy to appear next to the one she had finished describing. However, this one lacked a huge percentage of the blue sphere the other had. "This is our galaxy. While it has the same amount of material for stars, gas, planets, etcetera, it lacks near the amount of dark matter and energy as theirs." As if to demonstrate, the two images merged together for comparison. The lack of dark matter and energy in their universe seemed to affect the very rotation and stability of their galaxy. It appeared to lose stars slowly as it turned from a lack of mass to produce enough gravity to hold the galaxy together. Dark Mercury smiled only slightly as she watched Beryl look at the tempting carrot she had placed before her. Trying to push Beryl into making a decision she said, "Just imagine it. So much power all yours. The only thing standing in your way is the fact that we don't have enough man power to take out the only threat able to prevent you from taking it." In mock disappointment, she said, "What a pity." Dark Venus decided to finish their explanation and try to hammer home the all-encompassing point. "On top of that, we will bring you the bodies of the fallen Senshi for you to resurrect with the power of the Ginzuishou, doubling the strength of your loyal Sekkou and enabling us to be able to do this once again to another universe much quicker, and so on. Your power would suddenly give the word infinite a new meaning, and instead of a mere five Sekkou, you would eventually have an army." Amy had taken the moment to observe the two performers still playing music as if nothing were going on. Once Mina had finished talking, she said, "Oh and by the way, two of the people we are looking for? Yeah... They're right over there." She said, pointing over her shoulder at the two musicians. She didn't show it, but she was incredibly nervous. If she was wrong about her guess she had made during their encounter with the Senshi, Beryl would be most displeased with her, which would lead to a rather painful and unpleasant punishment and possibly end. Beryl smiled in amusement. "So, if I give you a couple of new toys, you'll do so much for me? How thoughtful." Then in a loud commanding voice she said to the two musicians, "You two! Stand before me." The aqua haired woman playing the violin and the sandy blond woman who had been playing the piano immediately stopped performing and walked nervously toward their queen. Once they were standing where their majesty had commanded, they, both in respect and fear, knelt before her. The aqua haired woman, Michelle, said quietly, "What is thy bidding, my Queen?" As a sinister smile appeared on Beryl's face, she said, "I am going to present the two of you with a gift, you might say. Consider it a reward for your loyal services. Power and status far beyond what you would ever achieve in your current life. Prepare yourselves to join the elite ranks of the mighty Sekkou. Amara spoke next, sounding surprised by the comment. Not looking up, mostly in fear, she said "It . . . would be an honour, your majesty. One we . . . regret we must refuse. Our duty is to our music, our relationship with each other, and to your service as court musicians. We could never hope to . . . succeed in the life you present to us, nor live up to your expectations." She finished trying to sound diplomatic and attempting to hide the fear she could feel within her. Beryl laughed down at her two servants. A cruel cackling sound that sent a cold feeling into the very souls of Amara and Michelle. "What makes you think I'm giving you a choice?" Then Beryl lifted the Ginzuishou and pointed it at Michelle. Before anyone could speak, a bright light flew from the powerful object, slamming into Michelle, sending her flying to the far wall. Her body hit the cold hard stone so hard that nearly every bone in her body shattered on impact. As her now lifeless form slid to the ground, it left a red streak of blood. Amara stood and watched the horrifying spectacle. Her best friend and lover killed faster than she could blink, for a reason she could not yet understand. She slowly turned to Beryl too angry to be sad. "You. . . . You . . . I . . . " She stammered for a moment, unsure what to do. She then decided it was better to join her mate in death than to beg for her life. "I'll kill you!" she said at last, running at Beryl as fast as she could, out for blood. The Sekkou started to move to intercept her, but stopped when Beryl merely lifted a hand. As if to change the channel on a TV with a remote, she again sent a ray of energy flying, this time at Amara's head. Upon impact, the sound of shattering bone was heard when her head was twisted back so far, that the back of her skull hit her spine. Her face was mangled so badly that it was merely a bloody crater, then her body joined her lover's on the floor with an undignified thud. Ray and Lita quietly dragged Michelle's body to lay next to Amara's. Sailor Moon looked up at Beryl and said, "I take it then, you see our point." Beryl said nothing as she pointed the Ginzuishou at the dead. A third light, this time less brutal than the previous two, formed around the bodies. They crumbled to ash after a moment, and two small star like lights appeared above them, the two women's souls. Beryl then gestured with her free hand causing dark energy to engulf the two small lights causing them to dim some what, then watched as they fell back toward the two piles of ash on the ground. Then, the ash took shape of the two fallen musicians. Color, flesh, blood, and life suddenly appeared back within them just as quickly as it had been taken from them. Beryl laughed again saying, "Rise mighty Sekkou of the wind! Dark Sailor Uranus!" As Michelle quietly rose to her feet she said, "And to think . . . I hesitated." She admired her new uniform, the black, blue, and yellow uniform of Sailor Uranus. Sounding amused, Beryl then spoke, "And rise, Powerful goddess of the oceans, Dark Sailor Neptune." Amara stood quietly without a word, now garbed in her new black and aqua uniform, that of Dark Sailor Neptune. She could only stand in awe at the power she felt coursing through her. Dark Mars bowed politely. "Thank you, your majesty. We leave at once with your blessing to commence with our new comrades' training, and to find the last two remaining Sekkou." Beryl smiled evilly down at the sekkou. "As I said earlier, how stupid do you think I am? You needn't waste your time searching for them." Then Beryl snapped a finger and said, "May I present to you Hotaru, my dear Sekkou of time, Sailor Pluto, and Trista, the Sekkou of death and rebirth, Dark Sailor Saturn. My most loyal of servants." Hotaru, the mighty Dark Sailor Pluto a small girl, merely a child, seamed to some how demand much more respect than her appearance alone would give her as she emerged from behind the throne in her solid black uniform and holding the Garnet rod. From the opposite side of the throne Trista, Dark Sailor Saturn, walked from the shadows wearing her purple, maroon, and black uniform, brandishing the Silence Glaive. The two moved so silently that barely a sound was heard as their feet touched the marble floor while they walked. "They will join you in the training and conditioning of the new Sekkou." To herself she thought, 'and they will insure your loyalty.' ---------- Ami zipped up the back of her dress, nearly done dressing herself for a concert tonight. Her group of friends were all going to attend since it was Haruka and Michiru's debut of a new song they had both composed, and to get everyone's mind off of current events, even if just for a little while. While Ami had decided to take a momentary break from her duties as the Senshi of Ice, that didn't excuse her from social events with friends. Minako had insisted that Ami wear something other than the simple outfit she had picked so she was now back in her room changing into the third dress of the evening. This one was a white dress that was fairly tight, but not too revealing, with a low back. Her mother, who was with her when she bought it, had described it as 'clinging to you in just the right places', to which Ami had blushed profusely. It was the same dress she had worn to Usagi and Mamoru's wedding. Being how much she paid for it, it was good to be trying to actually get her yens' worth out of it. As she walked out of her room, Minako stood at the end of the hallway. She had put on a light blue evening gown with her trademark red bow in her hair and matching high heels. "Better," She said simply. Then a look of irritation crossed her face as she said, "What? No makeup?! And we have to do something with your hair too!" "We're going to be late as it is, Minako! There isn't enough time." Sighed Ami, starting to feel frustrated. What did she want? Perfection? Minako was already starting down the hall with a brush and a small makeup kit saying, "There's always enough time! Besides, have you been to Suntory Hall before? We're lucky Haruka and Michiru could even get us discounted tickets. It's a really ritzy place and we should look . . . I don't know . . . ritzy!" Ami sighed in defeat as Minako began combing her hair a bit and powdering her face, causing her to cough delicately for a moment. "Yeah, I know, but is all of this really necessary, Minako?" As Minako applied a light pink lipstick to Ami, she said, sounding hurried and at the same time anxious, "Yes!" Ami didn't know it, but at that very moment, Minako expected Rei was having the exact same conversation with Makoto. The plan was to have the two of them get dressed up all nice and pretty like, sit next to each other and . . . they hadn't thought that far ahead yet. Since it was now Wednesday evening, Minako and Rei only had till Saturday to get the two of them together before Ami's date. They were starting to grasp desperately at any chance to get the two of them together at this point, and the current opportunity was as good as any. Minako found it ironic that they were all going to live hundreds of years by their most conservative estimates, yet they never seemed to have enough time on their side. Stepping back to admire her work for a moment, Minako nodded, now satisfied, and said, "There now, that's better." Then, not even giving Ami a chance to see, she grabbed Ami's hand and started running so fast she nearly jerked Ami off her feet. "Now let's go!" Hotaru and Setsuna were waiting outside the Hall for the last two to arrive. The others were already seated and listening to the opening act. Hotaru, wearing a black dress with a purple scarf, said impatiently, "What is taking them so long?" Setsuna, wearing a light green evening gown, spoke patiently, "Everything happens at its own pace Hotaru, don't worry, they'll be here soon. Besides, you're the one who wanted to wait here with me. They'll arrive right when they are supposed to." For Ami's destiny, she thought, letting the last part echo in her head. Just then, Minako and Ami came sprinting down the sidewalk with their purses flying back in the wind as they ran toward them. Minako, in a panic, said "Wait for us!" As they came to a stop on the step below Hotaru and Setsuna, Ami said, breathing heavily, "Are we locked out?" "No," said Setsuna, smiling at Ami, "A few more minutes and you would have been, but you're just in time." Setsuna said the last part to Hotaru as if to emphasize her earlier comment. "Let's go get our seats." With that, the four of them walked in to join the others. The Auditorium was spacious, to say the least. Able to seat two thousand and six people, the seats were arranged so that the stage was in the center of the theater instead of toward the front, giving more of a feel of oneness with the performers on stage and the audience. With the lights turned down, it was a perfect place to listen to a musical performance. So partially by design, but also because of wonderful and ever increasing talent, Haruka and Michiru never sounded so good. They almost seemed to actually get better every song. Even still, Ami squirmed in her seat. The seats were made of wood which provided for better acoustics than other types of seating would provide, even if it wasn't as comfortable. Though the reason Ami was having trouble staying still wasn't because of the seating. She hadn't heard from Cherrypielover all day. While this wasn't too unusual since it was the middle of the week and they were both usually busy around this time, Ami had felt a need to make up for lost time from when she had been captured. Plus, being that their date was in only a few short days, she had wanted to talk to her even more so than in the past. Ami's anticipation for Saturday was one of the few things helping her keep her sanity and depression under control at the moment, though she was also nervous and excited about it at the same time. Those feelings also made her worry she was putting her hopes up and her expectations too high, not to mention perhaps moving too fast. Makoto was wearing a light pink evening gown that sparkled like glitter, or stars. Rei had fixed her hair so that it was tied back lower and more adult like than her usual simple ponytail. She leaned over, whispering into Ami's ear, "Are you all right?" Ami shuddered at the feeling of the brunette's breath on her, but killed any thoughts about Makoto by thinking to herself about Pielover. Adjusting her glasses nervously, she whispered back, "No, I'm fine . . . look, I'll be right back. I need to take care of something really quick." Then without looking at Makoto, she got up and made her way out of the auditorium to the lobby. She found a bench in the large, deserted room off to the side that, thankfully, was cushioned and sat down. Now out of the way of prying eyes, she pulled her cell phone out of her purse. CherryPieLover usually left her computer on so she would receive her messages even if she wasn't there. Maybe if Ami was really lucky, the other woman would have her cell phone on her too. Makoto kept glancing at the empty seat next to her occasionally after Ami had departed. Suddenly, she felt her small purse start vibrating. Her damn cell phone! "Thank god I at least turned the ringtone off!" she whispered to herself as she took it out of its hiding place. Seeing a text message from PBJ made all feelings of frustration leave her. Not paying attention to the fact that her sudden burst of movement had drawn irritated glances from the rest of her friends, she typed back a reply. PBJ1978 has signed on at 8:15 (PM) PBJ1978: Hi! It's me. Hope I'm not bothering you. I just wanted to let you know I'm doing OK. I'm actually at a concert with some friends, but I snuck away for a moment to drop you a line. Cherrypielover: I'm fine. Out of curiosity, you wouldn't happen to be at Suntory Hall by any chance, would you? PBJ1978: I think I'm actually going to faint! You're HERE? Cherrypielover: You make it sound like that's a bad thing, love :D PBJ1978: No! No no no no no no! It's just . . . I want to see you is all, but I can wait until our date. I'm just looking forward to it. And a little nervous. Cherrypielover: Me too. So, where are you anyway? PBJ1978: I'm seated in P block, near the 5th row from the front. Any more specific than that and you'd probably see me earlier than planned/wink Makoto's heart nearly jumped out of her throat at that revelation. Cherrypielover: Holy smokes! You're practically right next to me! What are you wearing? PBJ1978: Ha ha! Calm down, sweetheart. I'm not in the auditorium at the moment. It would be rude of me to use my cell phone during such a beautiful concert. I stepped out for a minute. I guess you're still in there . . . Well, I'm going to let you go for now so we can both enjoy the remainder of the show without distractions. PBJ1978: Oh, by the way, I'm wearing white :D Nightie night! PBJ1978 has signed off (8:30PM) Barely audible and with a small smile on her face, Makoto said to herself, feeling like her head was spinning, "That little tease." She looked around for a moment despite what PBJ had said, but realized that it would be pointless since white was a fairly common color for a dress. "Even Ami is wearing white," she sighed to herself. Usagi, who was seated on the opposite side of Makoto, leaned toward her, drawing an irritated glance from Mamoru as she did so and said, "You noticed her dress too, huh? I thought it looked nice on her. It's kinda nice seeing Ami dressed up for once isn't it? Minako said that . . ." The rest of Usagi's words were drowned out by the blood rushing out of Makoto's face for a moment. Makoto's eyes suddenly went wide as a thought crossed her mind and she looked at the empty seat again. Usagi tapped her on the shoulder gently and whispered,"Mako-chan? Are you OK?" Half in a panic, half in excitement, Makoto said a little louder than she meant to, drawing a few irritated glances from nearby patrons, "Illberightback!" and got up. As fast as was politely excusable she made her way to the lobby in the direction Ami had departed. Sure enough, once Makoto got to the lobby, she saw Ami sitting on the far side of it with a small sappy smile happily pasted on her face, clutching a cell phone to her chest, lost in thought. Behind her glasses, her eyes sparkled with joy. She looked beautiful in a lonely sort of way sitting there all alone. As Makoto watched her, she thought that the cell phone was practically like a smoking gun. Makoto ducked back behind the door frame trying to keep herself from going hysterical. She went over the facts in her head again for a moment. Ami, wearing a white evening gown, at Suntory Hall, holding a cell phone, out in the lobby, right after PBJ1978 just described the same thing. She wondered what the statistics were for that just being a coincidence, but then felt her head spin again as she realized the only person who would be able to calculate that was Ami. "Get a grip, Makoto!" she said to herself nervously. Forcing herself to relax, she took a deep breath, made up her mind, then turned round the door frame again this time intending fully to speak to Ami. It was finally time for them to admit how they really felt about each other. Just as Makoto practically flung herself around the door frame intending to do just that, she ran right into Ami, who had apparently been on her way back to her seat, nearly knocking her over. Ami let out a surprised squeak as she regained her balance, looking up at Makoto for a moment as she did so. Makoto's eyes went wide for the second time that night and she brought up her hand, chewing on her finger nervously. "Sorry, Ami . . . I . . . I . . . I didn't know you were right there." 'You . . . stupid . . . CHICKEEEEN!', she thought in regards to herself, rather angrily within the safe confines of her skull. Still sounding a little dreamy, Ami said, "Hi Makoto. I was just on my way back. I hope I didn't worry you." Seeming to snap out of a daze finally, the bluenet said, "Let's go back to our seats before we miss more of the performance. I think they're about to get to the new song they have been going on and on about." She started to make her way down the stairs, when she felt a strong yet gentle hand land on her shoulder, stopping her. Confused Ami turned back around to regard Makoto curiously. "We need to talk for a moment, Ami . . . It won't take long, I promise," was Makoto's reply. Ami couldn't help but notice how serious the taller woman sounded. Without a word she followed Makoto back out into the lobby and had a seat on the same bench she had just left a moment before. The small woman watched as her tall friend began pacing back and forth nervously. "Are you feeling OK, Makoto?" asked Ami. She was wondering if she had done something wrong. She knew it wasn't entirely polite of her to walk out of the performance like that, but she didn't think Makoto or anyone else would be that upset about it. It was just for a moment, after all. But just to make sure, she asked, "Did I do something wrong?" Makoto stopped pacing and looked down at Ami. "No . . . actually, I'm the one who has done something wrong." Taking another deep breath to calm herself before she spoke to Ami, she said, "It's time for me to be honest with you about how I really feel." Ami looked up at Makoto again and said, "If this is about me leaving my seat during the concert I promise I really was on my way back . . . " "Huh? Oh no!" Makoto let out a nervous laugh. "It's not about that at all. But in a way I guess it is." Then she stammered out, "But you didn't do anything wrong . . . It's just . . . " How in the world was she supposed to tell Ami this? She was becoming so nervous that she was starting to breath faster. She wrung her hands for a moment, noticing how sweaty they seemed to feel. Ami smiled up at Makoto, touching her hand for a moment. Makoto swore she felt sparks from the contact. "It's OK Makoto, calm down. You know you can tell me anything." After taking what she swore would be her last deep breath of the evening, Makoto decided the best way to do it was to just freaking say it already. "I . . . " She grabbed both of Ami's hands, pulling her up to her feet. "I love you. I have for a long time now. I know I should have said something sooner, but I . . . I was scared. I was just a kid when I first noticed it, but I . . . " As a thousand thoughts flowed through her mind Makoto settled on "I love you . . . I . . . felt I should let you know. I just figured it was a good time to tell you . . . Now or never kind of thing ya know?. . . um . . . Don't you have something to say to me?" Ami had a lost look on her face through most of what Makoto had said. She started to move her lips slowly for a moment, but no sound came out. Her eyes were wide with surprise behind her glasses. At first, Makoto had thought she had seriously screwed up big-time and was going to become the laughingstock of Tokyo for the rest of her very long life. "You . . . love . . . me?" Ami said, almost as if asking to make sure she had heard the taller woman correctly. Makoto said, shaking a bit, "Well, uh . . . Yes." Ami's reaction wasn't what Makoto had thought it would be. It also wasn't what she had hoped. Not by a long shot. Ami looked over her glasses at Makoto with that same creepy look Hana Mizuno had given her at the hospital, then repeated with just a bit of anger and a hint of frustration thrown into the recipe for good measure, "You love me." Makoto stepped back for a moment, as Ami balled her hands up into fists at her side, gritting her teeth together so hard that Makoto could hear it. She bit out angrily, "For how long?" Her usually quiet voice suddenly echoed through the large lobby like the voice of an angry goddess. Makoto felt herself turn pale. Apparently she had horribly misread the situation. "Look, Ami I'm-" Ami took another step toward her, visibly angry. "Answer the question, Makoto." "I . . . I'm not sure. I've had feelings for you for a long time now . . . I don't know . . . fourteen . . . maybe fifteen years?" stammered out Makoto. She had no choice, really, but to take whatever Ami was about to dish out at this point. Narrowing her eyes and adjusting her glasses as she looked at Makoto, Ami said in disbelief and anger, "Fifteen years, you say?" Then she yelled, "You kept me waiting half my life? You waited till now," as if to emphasize the last word, Ami slammed her cell phone on the ground so hard it flew to pieces, "to tell me that?" Taking her turn to take a deep breath, Ami said between clenched teeth, "Do you have any idea how much, how long, and how often you have hurt me by not telling me that sooner?" Makoto stepped forward, trying to make an attempt to calm Ami. "Look Ami, I'm sorry, honest. I'll make it up to -- " Ami cut her off by pushing the brunette away from her. She took her glasses off as if they were obscuring her vision for a moment, as she tried to hold back tears. "No, you won't. You'll never get the chance to make it up to me. Because . . . " Ami stopped for a moment feeling tears run down her face, then angrily wiped them away. Quieter, she said, "Because you're too late, Makoto. I gave you so many chances and opportunities over the years. Hell, I was even going to tell you how I felt at that dance we attended in high school once we finished dancing, but we know how that went. You went off and danced with someone else!" Ami stomped her foot while saying the last word, almost like a child throwing a tantrum as 15 years of frustration and repressed emotions finally came boiling to her usually calm surface for all to see. After holding her breath for a moment to try to calm herself a little, Ami said, "You simply waited too long now. I've finally found someone else. They make me happy, and they deserve to be given a chance. To not do that would be just as bad to them as what you have done to me. She beat you to me, Makoto, and you had a 15 year head start on her." Unable to hide the sadness that was lurking beneath her anger, she finished, now unable to hold back the rest of the tears, "You're not the one who has to apologize, I do. I'm sorry, Makoto, but you're too late." Makoto reached toward Ami, saying, "No wait, let me explain!" She was greeted by Ami turning away from her and walking quickly toward the door. As she did so, Ami said sadly, "You have explained enough. Goodnight Makoto." Then looking over her shoulder she said, putting her glasses back on as if they would hide her tears, "I really am sorry." Makoto still stood a moment more holding her hand out toward the now retreating Ami and watched sadly as the other woman walked through the glass doors on her way back to her car. She lowered her hand and slumped her head, looking down at the parts of Ami's shattered cell phone, now as fractured as her dreams. Unknown to both of them, Hotaru, Setsuna, Rei, Usagi and Minako had all gone up to check on the two of them while Mamoru stayed behind to put a polite showing for their group. He had wanted to go too, but it was his job as the gentleman to stay. They were all standing in the doorway entrance to the auditorium. Setsuna was shaking her head sadly, as Hotaru asked her, "It . . . wasn't supposed to go like that, was it?" As if looking up to the heavens for an answer, Setsuna glanced at the ceiling tiles and said, "No. No it wasn't." Hotaru replied, "That's bad, isn't it?" Setsuna didn't even answer her as she watched Makoto sadly. Rei was quietly, yet rhythmically beating her head against the door frame almost in time to the music that Michiru and Haruka were playing. Turns out, the new selection was a sad slow song which matched everyone's mood at the moment. It seemed to Rei as if the two talented musicians might as well have been up there with them saying how they felt about the current events too. Usagi just stared toward the door that Ami had left through. She had been oblivious to everything between the two of them until now, but as she had watched she hoped it would have gone better. The two of them would have made each other very happy. It especially bothered her to see her friend she had had the longest, Ami, hurting so much. Part of her wanted to run after her friend to console her, and the other part wanted to smack Ami over the head and ask her if she was crazy. Instead, all she could manage was to barely keep from crying. Minako looked from between her fingers as she covered her face. To her the incident they had just watched play out in front of them was more like a horrible car accident with body parts strewn across the road in a gory, bloody, mess. So horrible, yet you can't look away. Minako said, to no one in particular, "We really screwed this up, didn't we." The other four silently nodded in unison.
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