Prompt: Rei/Jadeite, Russian Roulette
Setting: Silver Millennium
She's gorgeous and vengeful when she descends to Earth, the force of her fury almost palpable as she storms through the garden single-mindedly, fragile flower petals trembling in her path. Jadeite, out of compassion as much as curiosity, steps into her path and introduces himself before she can mow down a terrified novice guard. She allows herself only a modicum of civility at their first meeting, duties coming first, anger at her disobedient liege blazing in her cheeks and flashing in her eyes.
The next meeting is more civil, and they take the time to talk and learn about each other. There is always an underlying sense of danger, though, and she's like her element: beautiful and untamed, and he knows that one wrong move on the part of Earth's citizens against the alliance will cause the senshi to rain destruction upon his world.
Loving her is like a deadly game of chance which originated in the coldest Northern regions of his kingdom, played by soldiers losing hope with a revolver loaded with a single bullet. He has never been suicidal, but he can't stay away from her and her heat and her amethyst eyes and the taste of her lips. Every meeting spins the gun chamber.
On the tenth, as her kingdom and his are both burning and she and hers have been declared enemies of the Earth, the gun goes off and their lives and love are obliterated with a bang. In the last five minutes of their lives, they lie together and hold hands and find a belated peace and absolution.
That was, he supposed, the inevitable fate.