Title: Moon Trilogy
Chapter: Eleven
Rating: PG, for some violence and some funky stuff.....yeah....



	It was as if someone had hit her with a block of ice. Her face turned 
white 
at her sudden loss of power. The fire barrier around them suddenly 
vanished, 
releasing the other Scouts from the prison. Adrian grabbed different 
parts 
of her body to see if she had something that could help her.
	“The game’s over, Katherine. You can’t win this one.” Michael said, 
stepping forward.
	Adrian stood up. She looked at their surroundings and saw everything 
was 
clear, except Tuxedo Mask, that was in front of a wall that had served 
as a 
mapping area of Tokyo. He stood behind the map, but didn’t seem to 
notice. 
She went to take a step toward them, but grabbed her side as if a wound 
was 
there. In a small belt in her shirt, she grabbed twelve small daggers, 
just 
enough to pin that cape boy to the wall.
	“Fine. You win.” She re-gained her composure and flung the daggers at 
him, 
hitting his arms. He was pinned. Grabbing another dagger, she acted 
fast.
	“If I can’t kill you then it will be your friend who dies!” With quick 
speed, she threw the dagger.
	Sailor Moon, stuck to her position in fear, looked at Tuxedo Mask, who 
was 
helpless.
	“Darien, NO!!”
	Adrian watched the dagger whiz through the air, and her expression 
changed 
when it didn’t hit it’s target.
	Michael stood in front of Tuxedo Mask, the dagger protruding out of 
his 
chest. His eyes were wide and his breathing was hard.
	“Katherine...” he breathed, before collapsing to his side, and turning 
on 
his back.. And for some reason she couldn’t figure out, Adrian was 
scared.
	“What in the...” she whispered, as she ran over to his body, hitting 
small 
puddles that were falling with the intense rain. When she kneeled next 
to 
him, she gently lifted his torso on one knee, making sure she didn’t 
hurt 
him. His eyes opened as his breathing slowed.
	“{He was crazy. Taking his life for a mere person?}”
	“What were you doing?” she whispered, so only he could hear her. “Why 
were 
you so foolish? You could have saved yourself.”
	“He has something to live for. His friends, and the love he has for 
them. I 
have nothing now that I’ve lost you.”
	Memories slowly flooded into her mind. She looked at his face in 
puzzlement. He looked so weak, so vulnerable at that moment. For the 
first 
time she could remember, she felt like crying.
	“What are you doing to me?” she whispered again, watching as small 
droplets 
of water landed on his turban and face.
	“I should be asking you that question. Do you know how much I longed 
to be 
a friend to you? When they captured you, I felt as though I would never 
have 
a chance to see you again.” his face was growing paler every second. He 
was 
losing blood. He was going to die...
	The emotions of Katherine James returned to her at that moment. She 
didn’t 
have a full memory, but she knew she was falling in love with this man. 
The 
man who had willingly risked his life to save another’s.
	“Michael?” she noticed tears where coming out of her eyes. His blue 
eyes 
looked at her.
	“You never lost me to begin with. Part of me was always with you.”
	He smiled his last. “Remember Katherine. And please don’t ever forget 
me.”
	He reached out with his right hand and grabbed on to hers. With the 
last 
bit of power he had, he tried to connect their minds so she would at 
least 
have some of her memory back.
	She closed her eyes as she held his hand, crying tears of pain. She 
couldn’t make out this emotion she was feeling. It was so blank to her, 
yet 
it filled her heart and her mind with something she didn’t know, 
something 
that had puzzled her for the longest time.
	She knew what it had to be love.
	It couldn’t have been a worse time for her to see it, for then, at 
that 
moment, Michael’s hand fell from hers, landing in a puddle with a soft 
splash. Her eyes opened and went to his, and she found they weren’t 
open nor 
was he breathing. Slowly, with trembling and slow breaths, she stood 
from 
her position, looking at his form. Tears were still in her eyes when 
she 
looked at Sailor Moon.
	“Bring him back.” It was so quiet it couldn’t even be called a 
whisper.
	Sailor Moon closed her eyes and tilted her head at an angle so that 
her 
face was pointed at her shoulder.
	“Bring him back.” she said a little louder. When she didn’t respond, 
Adrian 
walked up to her, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Bring him back! I 
know you 
can! I’ve seen you do it before. BRING HIM BACK!”
	Sailor Moon looked at her painfully. “I can’t.”
	Adrian’s eyes grew wide and darted back and fourth between Sailor 
Moon’s 
blue eyes. Slowly, her hands fell from the Warriors’ shoulders. She 
took 
terrified steps back. “You...can’t?”
	“It’s not my place to do so.”
	Adrian had no clue where the words came from, but she said them 
anyway. 
“It’s not your place? You’re the warrior of justice and love! You’ve 
brought 
people back to life, haven’t you?”
	Sailor Moon shook her head. Adrian’s face looked at the now flooded 
ground. 
Her legs became weak and she fell on her knees. “No...”
	Sailor Moon went to comfort her, but Tuxedo Mask, sleeves and pant 
legs 
torn and tattered, put a hand on her shoulder, telling her to leave her 
alone. She would need it.
	Small sobbing noises came from Adrian as the Scouts looked at her. The 
rain 
came even harder until it fell in big droplets, so big that when they 
landed 
on Adrian’s face, they couldn’t tell if she was crying.
	But she was. Adrian, lost in the world of her closed eyelids, felt a 
pain 
deep in her heart. And as her tears fell, so did the walls that were 
blocking the memory of Katherine James. She couldn’t hold her feelings 
anymore.
	“NO!!” It was a long cry, full of emotion that sent shivers up the 
Scouts’ 
spins’. Her head was thrown back, her now wet hair in clumps all over 
her 
face. When she finished her cry, her hands went to her face, crying 
into her 
palms. “No...”
	“Why are you crying?” Sailor Jupiter asked.
	Adrian’s tear-stricken gaze met hers. “Wha....why?”
	“You wanted him to die. Why aren’t you happy?” Sailor Mars said.
	“I...I don’t..”
	“You are a hero now. You have defeated one of the Sailor Scouts. Why 
aren’t 
you finishing us?” Mercury asked.
	“I-I don’t..”
	“Why Adrian?” Venus said.
	“I...don’t want to..kill anymore...”
	“But why? You had your heart set on it.” Tuxedo Mask said, taking a 
step 
forward.
	“I can’t kill..loved ones or...anyone. It’s not...right..”
	“Why,” Sailor Moon asked, “are you crying when you wanted him dead?”
	A long pause followed that question. Adrian stood and walked over to 
Moonlight Knight’s still form.
	“I’m falling in love with him.”
	“You ARE falling in love with him, or have you already?”
	Adrian kneeled beside him. Her hand went to his face.
	“I AM...in love...with him...”
	“Then why did you kill him?”
	No response. Adrian fell to the ground, tears invading her eyes. She 
let 
out a long wail.
	“He can’t be dead. Dear God, no.....”
	She looked at him again, shifting her fingers so that some of them 
went 
through his hair.
	“Drinien...”
	A small glow came from her forehead at that moment. The symbol of the 
sun 
was glowing, refreshing her with memories of earlier years. The 
constant 
fights they had between each other, how nice he was to her when she 
needed 
it most, how he took her shopping for clothing, and their marriage in 
the 
Silver Millennium. The glow soon covered her body and she was changed 
into 
Adrian Williams from the Moon Kingdom. She sat beside him and rested 
his 
torso on her knee, and supported his head with her arm.
	“Drinien, my loved one, wake up.”
	She moved her free hand to the wound on his chest. Moving her hand so 
that 
the blade of the dagger was between her middle and ring finger, she 
concentrated so that the wound would heal faster. Slowly, she took the 
dagger out of him, and placed her hand over the open wound. When she 
removed 
it, all that was left was a small blood stain.
	“Breathe Drinien.”
	His chest squeezed inward at that moment, and his throat quivered. His 
mouth opened but nothing entered his burning lungs.
	“Breathe.”
	Slowly, he took a breath and let it out in a shudder. He very slowly 
opened 
his eyes.
	“Adrian?”
	She smiled. “I’m more than that.”
	He smiled back. “Katherine...”
	“Thank the Lord you’re okay.” she said, pulling her closer to him so 
she 
could embrace him. “I thought I really had lost you.”
	“Just like you said to me,” he whispered, “you never lost me to begin 
with.”
	She pulled away and smiled at him. “Whaddya say we get outta here into 
a 
normal world, huh?”
	“Sounds good.” he was reaching out to hug her back, but when his hand 
touched her shoulder, she flinched. When he pulled his hand back, a 
small 
bloodstain was there. “Katherine?”
	“Oops,” she grunted “forgot that was there.”
	“What happened?”
	“I guess the sword fight beat me up worse than I thought.”
	She suddenly lurched forward, falling on top of him, and throwing up 
at the 
same time. When she landed, she fainted....



	That was the next memory that came to Michael’s mind as he walked down 
the 
pavement to the hospital. With the help of the Silver Crystal, they had 
returned to the Shrine, and Katherine was rushed to the hospital as 
soon as 
possible. It didn’t seem fare to him. All he had was a scar from the 
dagger, 
  and the ball that hit him in the arm, and she was in stable 
condition.
	So, getting her room number, he walked down the hallways of the large 
hospital, holding a bouquet of roses in one hand. He never did like 
hospitals. They seemed so final for some reason.
	Turning a corner, another thought came to his head. She had said he 
had 
never lost her in the first place. That thought warmed his heart, like 
it 
always did.
	He found her room near the center of the hallway, and tapped on the 
door.



	She took her fork and once again stabbed the potato with it, watching 
as it 
stuck to her fork. It slid off, landing on the tray with a thud. She 
took 
the knife, and cut it up making sure some of it got on the plate. She 
took 
the rest and dumped it in the trash.
	“{I know hospital food stinks. All I asked for was some jell-o.}”
	Continuing to mope, she took the spoon and happily took the green 
substance 
into her mouth. She looked to the door when she heard it open.
	“Michael! Hi!”
	Michael smiled at Katherine. Then he looked at the food.
	“Ah. Plan on killing yourself early?”
	She laughed. “Not really. All I wanted was the jell-o.”
	“The Negaverse must rule the kitchens.”
	She laughed again. He walked up to her and notice another bouquet of 
roses 
by her bed.
	“So the Scouts were already here?”
	“Yeah, but they didn’t have much to say. Y’know, it’s early and a 
school 
day.”
	“Yeah, but I get Fridays off. So I’m here as long as I like.”
	“Or as long as I want you to be before I kick you out.”
	He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned his face close to hers. “I 
doubt 
you do that.”
	Her ears shot up at her surprised expression. Then she blushed.
	“I missed you while you where gone.” he whispered, the roses forgotten 
in 
his hold.
	“Really? All I can remember is trying to kill you. But then, I did 
feel 
something for you when you, quote on quote, ‘died’. You really scared 
me 
there, you know.”
	“Even if I did die, my spirit would still be with you.”
	“Cheesy, but very poetic.”
	He smiled a charming smile that made Katherine go weak in the knees 
even 
though she was lying down. “I got strait A’s in English.”
	She rolled her eyes. “I remember English. Them when we moved here it 
became 
Japanese. I got C’s on that subject.”
	He paused before answering. “I got B+’s but that doesn’t matter. My 
teacher 
always said I was the poetic type.”
	“Oh, really? You don’t seem like that to me.”
	He leaned back into a sitting position, watching as little locks of 
his now 
dark brown hair fell into his eyes not as neatly as Dariens, but enough 
to 
give him a boyish look. Katherine looked at his hair as if an animal 
fell on 
his head.
	“Wasn’t you hair blonde?”
	His eyes focused on the locks in his face. “Yeah, I don’t know WHAT 
happened to it. It just turned brown all of a sudden. But anyway, back 
to 
the poetry subject...”
	His hand went inside of his coat pocket and he pulled out a piece of 
paper 
that was folded. He held it to her and when she took it, he covered it 
with 
both hands.
	“But don’t read it until I’m gone.”
	She rolled her eyes. “Ooh. You’re being mysterious. Ah.”
	He smiled and walked over to the vase that the older roses were in. It 
was 
big enough that he could put his own in.
	“Michael...”  She said with such emotion in it, he turned around 
slowly, 
unsure of what she was going to say.
	“We’re friends, right?”
	“Yeah.” he said, slowly walking toward her.
	“So if we have found out about our past, what does that make us now?”
	He walked over to the bedside and sat down again, taking one of her 
cold 
hands in his warm one. “I think your question will be answered in that 
poem.”
	She was silent, uncertainty seen in her eyes. He smiled again, his 
blue 
eyes going soft. He brushed away pieces of hair from her injured 
shoulder, 
before very gently pushing her up with it and putting a fatherly kiss 
on her 
forehead. “I’ll see you later.” he whispered, and walked out of the 
room, 
but not before giving her hand a squeeze.
	Katherine looked at the poem still in her hand. Afraid, yet excited to 
find 
out what it had to say, she opened it, and read the contents inside.

	Never could I explain the feelings I have for you
	When you are around me.
	Yet, in a confession, I will do my best,
	In a simple little poem.

	Never would I have thought myself fortunate
	To be a friend to a person like you
	Wonderful, beautiful, incredible, caring,
	All these things you are.

	As you could tell when I met you
	I wanted so much more.
	Friendship, at first, wasn’t an option.
	But it took a heartache to realize what I needed.

	Yes, I still feel this way.
	I must say I cannot help it.
	I know about our marriage; our past,
	And the feelings have returned.

	My beautiful Katherine,
	Please do not hate me,
	For longing friendship
	To be something more.

	I really cannot help it in any way.
	You have captured my heart,
	And I will never struggle.
	I give it to you even if I lost you once, it was still yours.

	All this build is making me see,
	How God clearly intended for us to be.
	I’ve prayed about it every night,
	And I feel I’ve heard His voice.

	It all comes down to this:

	I love you.


	Katherine started at the poem, tears making their way out of her eyes. 
It 
all matched. Her feelings matched with his. She wanted this but she 
refused 
to show it...
	A tear fell out of her eye and landed on the paper with a small PAT. 
She 
shifted the position of the bed so she was reclining, and pulled her 
knees 
to her chest, forgetting the pain.
	She cried herself to sleep that night.



	She was out of the hospital a week later, and she refused the see 
Michael 
every time he had visited. He left her a note one, saying her apartment 
was 
still there when she got out. And that was where she was at the moment.
	She stood with her back against the door, her eyes taking in the 
things 
Michael had willingly given her. Her heart began to thump. “{Be still, 
my 
beating heart.}” she thought with a gulp. She had to let him know. Now 
was 
the time.
	She turned around and opened the door, walking down the hallway after 
shutting it. His place was next door to hers, but it seemed like an 
eternity 
to get there.
	Nervously, and with a shaking hand, she knocked on the door.