disclaimer: I don't make claims to
owning any of the characters of Sailor
Moon. All rights go to those
deserving of their creation. Technically
all other characters do belong to me,
but if anyone is interested in using any
of them for whatever reason, all they
need do is ask. Thank you.
King of Kings
Prologue
"Let all those who come before me bow low,
For I am the king of kings."
~anonymous
The sweat seemed unable even to disturb her, trickling down
under her thin cotton shirt, under the boldly black lettering
which even more boldly stated who and what she was through a
number, and pooling in a small puddle in a low arch of her
back. She straightened, stretched her arms into the sky
above her head, and threw an undaunted glare in the sun's
direction. And with a swipe of an arm she'd stopped the
dribbling in its tracks and pushed the sandy blonde bangs
away from her eyes and back into their appropriate position.
She ignored the ceaseless chatter of voices surrounding her,
choosing instead to direct her attention to the passionate
stretching of every muscle in her legs. And when a girl
beside her patted her shoulder and wished her luck with a
genuinely kind smile, she only grunted in response, never
lifting her eyes from the task before her.
To her right, the other girl (a petite redhead with wide
set eyes) watched with an awed silence. She cast a shy
glance to the well-developed muscles of her neighbor, feeling
not jealousy, but determination. She wished to be like this
girl. To throw herself across the track with nothing but sheer
strength, sheer ability, while showing very little effort
outwardly. It was the one thought that captured her mind
whenever she saw the tall girl, who had paused again in her
stretching to survey the track's layout with a careless hand
blocking the sun.
Of course, she admitted, this was all the girl seemed to care
about. When the sun rained down, and the team gathered
excitedly to the track and their places behind the line, the
blonde left all but that shimmering purpose behind. She seemed
to not even recognize those around her, or care if she did.
She became pure energy. Pure beauty, the little girl thought,
with a flaming blush.
At last the redhead turned her face forward to prepare herself.
Her companion faced forward as well and had someone been
watching, they would see the slightest of quivers pass over her
lips, the smallest tinges of fear prying at her face. In one
little moment her face was cracked to reveal one lying behind it,
desperate to break through, but unable to.
But nobody saw and, in only another moment's passing, she and
the wind had left them all behind to be lost in the dust.
e-mail: shino_hakura@hotmail.com
owning any of the characters of Sailor
Moon. All rights go to those
deserving of their creation. Technically
all other characters do belong to me,
but if anyone is interested in using any
of them for whatever reason, all they
need do is ask. Thank you.
King of Kings
Prologue
"Let all those who come before me bow low,
For I am the king of kings."
~anonymous
The sweat seemed unable even to disturb her, trickling down
under her thin cotton shirt, under the boldly black lettering
which even more boldly stated who and what she was through a
number, and pooling in a small puddle in a low arch of her
back. She straightened, stretched her arms into the sky
above her head, and threw an undaunted glare in the sun's
direction. And with a swipe of an arm she'd stopped the
dribbling in its tracks and pushed the sandy blonde bangs
away from her eyes and back into their appropriate position.
She ignored the ceaseless chatter of voices surrounding her,
choosing instead to direct her attention to the passionate
stretching of every muscle in her legs. And when a girl
beside her patted her shoulder and wished her luck with a
genuinely kind smile, she only grunted in response, never
lifting her eyes from the task before her.
To her right, the other girl (a petite redhead with wide
set eyes) watched with an awed silence. She cast a shy
glance to the well-developed muscles of her neighbor, feeling
not jealousy, but determination. She wished to be like this
girl. To throw herself across the track with nothing but sheer
strength, sheer ability, while showing very little effort
outwardly. It was the one thought that captured her mind
whenever she saw the tall girl, who had paused again in her
stretching to survey the track's layout with a careless hand
blocking the sun.
Of course, she admitted, this was all the girl seemed to care
about. When the sun rained down, and the team gathered
excitedly to the track and their places behind the line, the
blonde left all but that shimmering purpose behind. She seemed
to not even recognize those around her, or care if she did.
She became pure energy. Pure beauty, the little girl thought,
with a flaming blush.
At last the redhead turned her face forward to prepare herself.
Her companion faced forward as well and had someone been
watching, they would see the slightest of quivers pass over her
lips, the smallest tinges of fear prying at her face. In one
little moment her face was cracked to reveal one lying behind it,
desperate to break through, but unable to.
But nobody saw and, in only another moment's passing, she and
the wind had left them all behind to be lost in the dust.
e-mail: shino_hakura@hotmail.com