Diary: To Remember You By
The first time I met her, it was at one of the Queen's balls. She had on a dress made of the finest satin's and sapphires'. I had on a simple suit; a few of my military pins adorned my right breast. Her hair just grazed her shoulder blades' and was accented by strings of diamonds and sapphires'. And though she smiled at the young man she danced with, I couldn't see her eyes glittering. I wanted to see them glitter.
When the band broke for the next song I cut in between them, using my name to lure the boy away. She gave me an amused look. Her first words came to me two weeks later, when she called me a cute boy, but she was happy that I would be a beautiful woman—naturally. But for that night, and the next two weeks nights as well, we didn't say a single word to each other.
After the song ended I lead her to the balcony, over looking her Majesty's garden. She leaned her hip lightly against the rail, careful to avoid the vines strategically wrapped around it. Her eyes watched me curiously as I watched her. For the moment neither of us spoke because we didn't want to ruin the mood of the secret privacy we had. I stretched to her my hand, and when she took it we weren't bother by anything or anyone for the rest of the night.
The first time she said anything to me was the night we consummated our relationship. I'd been shy about shedding my clothes, in fear she would find my female body both surprising and repulsive. Instead she unbuttoned the starched white shirt and rested a hand on my bound chest. She smiled and leaned forward. With her lips pressed against one of my broad shoulders' she unbound my breasts and let the binding fall in a heap at our feet.
Her hands briefly took my small breasts in them before continuing down my stomach. She unbuttoned the pants I wore; at the same time she moved her lips to my throat. When my pants fell to our feet she stepped back and looked me up and down. Her small smile made my heart throb against my chest. Slowly she placed one hand on my shoulder, the other she placed between my breasts.
"You are a cute boy, at times even a handsome man. But I am so much happier to be in love with a beautiful woman." Her words had brought tears to my eyes, but I didn't have the strength to wipe them from my eyes, and eventually from my cheeks. She did that for me. She did a lot for me.
The next day we told our parents' that we where going to we. Our family's objected, saying things about honor and grudges and heirs to the family's name. We didn't listen, and with the blessing of not only a priest and our friends but the Queen as well we married two days later.
She was beautiful in her traditional white dress and veil. Many complimented me on the hastily made golden suit, But I think it was to make me feel better about standing next to her than anything. Not that it mattered, it was her day—and I made sure of that as best I could.
When we first heard of the war brewing, I tried getting us somewhere safe. But she wouldn't let me, saying instead that we should go, protect the Queen and Princess. I followed her. No matter how fast I was, I always followed her.
We got there just before the first wave of enemy soldiers' attacked. The battle, battles', that erupted lasted for days. When finally our inner walls broke to the never-ending flood of angry, deranged soldiers the last of us fled to the throne room. We made out last stand there. Finally I was able to grab the Queen and her and fell as fast as I could. They followed us, and the one's still outside blocked us. Quickly they appeared to kill the Queen and stabbed my wife. With her last breath she told me to run, and I did. A surge of power crossed the universe a little while ago. That's why I'm writing this, so I won't forget during my long wait for her. For my wife's rebirth. For my Michiru.
