mature · protective · psychic abilities · sailor moon crystal · anime · romance · father figure · tuxedo mask · high school setting
Rain traces paths down the windowpane, a blurry reflection of the tears standing in my eyes. I sit beside the still, small shape of Nikki, my daughter from a time yet to come, lost in a coma after her Rainbow Crystal was taken. While Usagi and the Guardians fight the Death Busters to save Hotaru, I remain here as Nikki's anchor. My hand cups hers, my thumb stroking the back of her fingers as I brush a strand of hair from her pale cheek. I whisper, voice fraying with desperation, pleading for her to return, my heart splintering for this child I haven't even properly met.