disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: to Les.
notes: I like Rei/Usagi. can't explain it. I also like Rei/Jadeite. yessss.

title: the princess and her bitter queen
summary: Loving you only gave me paper cuts. — Rei/Usagi, Usagi/Mamoru.

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"You're pathetic."

"What did you say?" Rei looked up from where she was sitting with her head down, shoulders shaking, and glared furiously at the leggy girl who'd just plopped down in front of her.

Makoto pressed her fingers together and brushed auburn curls out of her eyes.

"You heard me," she said. "You're pathetic. You're just sitting here, watching them kiss. It's the most pathetic thing I've ever seen you do, Rei."

The glare withered as fast as it had sprung up.

Rei looked very tired.

"I know," she said on the exhale, and almost laughing, Rei had broken chuckles clutching at her throat. "I know, Mako. I know it's pathetic, but I can't—can't help it. I love her."

"We all love her," Makoto said, voice firm.

Rei shook her head. "Not the way I do."

There was a teetering moment, the edge of a precipice where everything could have fallen, but Makoto relented. Her eyes went soft, and she reached towards Rei to touch her shoulder and for a minute, Rei allowed the comfort. Together, they looked out the window and watched as Usagi spun around and around, dancing through the snow with Mamoru on her tail, lifted her up and threw her into the sky—

Rei's fist on the table was a loud, angry sound.

"Rei—" Makoto said.

"M'fine," Rei said. "It's just—it's not fair. It's not fair, Mako."

"I know," Makoto said, and she slipped her arms around Rei in a semblance on an embrance. "I know."

"It's not fair."

And then Rei started to cry into the collar of Makoto's shirt, her sobs wretched and screaming with the kind of hurt that only came with heartbreak. She hummed softly, her hands on the top of Rei's head. They were sisters. This was what sisters were for.

Makoto closed the blinds.

If only so that Rei didn't hurt so much.

fin.