Theme: Tsukino Usagi/Sailor Moon: Diet, Day 8, sm_monthly, January 2010
Genre: Dark-ish
Rating: PG13
Notes: Winner of Best Description & Best Interpretation of a Theme
Disgusting.
Whether she meant the food or the eating, even she didn't know.
The slabs of meat – and she loathed to think of their previous existence – lay on what were once delicately white pristine plates. The chunks swam in shallow pools of their own dark, oily expulsions.
She smiled tightly at the man sitting across from her, watching her with sharp eyes shaded by blonde curls. Lightly, she held her fork and knife, pressing the former into the yielding flesh, shuddering at the easy give. Dutifully, she sawed her knife back and forth, swallowing hard as the meat was forced apart by the jagged edge. Lines crisscrossed the tender tissue; juice squeezed out, finding its way into the little grooves and finally dripping onto her lake of a plate.
Serenity bit back a gag upon viewing the center of her meat. It was not even pink. It was not 'rare' as the Terrans called it. It was a deep pink bordering on purple that could only be described as fleshy.
Regardless, she pierced the recently cut piece with her fork and brought it daintily to her lips. Her silver eyes stared hard at the shitennou Jadeite; even as her lips wrapped around the flesh, as her teeth attempted to chew it digestible, as liquid squirted into all areas of her mouth, she met his gaze.
She swallowed a still rather large piece, feeling it slide down her throat in one large undercooked chunk. Blinking back tears, she forced a smile and aimed it at Endymion.
A warrior prince, but still a prince so anxious to prove himself and his home to the Silver Millennium.
But Jadeite's eyes. Jadeite's eyes followed her looks of consternation and dismay at the dinner table. He saw her unease, but perhaps he did not understand.
They might dress it up with forks and knives and plates and manners. They might pepper it with salt and herbs and spices. They might even mask the smell of roasting flesh with candles and incense and tall large open windows.
But it only made it worse. Serenity held back winces and shudders with every knife scraping high pitches on porcelain, with every jaw movement of every incisor at work, with every squelching noisy bite of the Terrans.
Digesting flesh.
How barbaric and unnecessary. How vulgar and inhuman.
It was only the beginning of her understanding of how desperately the Terrans needed the Moon.
She watched Endymion delight in her feigned approval before devouring the piece before him.
It was also then that she realized she agreed with her mother.
She turned towards a tense Jadeite, who had watched the exchange.
Earth couldn't be wasted on such a crude people.
Serenity forced another piece of meat into her mouth, smiling around her grimace.
Earth would be put to better use, in better hands, by better people.
She chewed fiercely, enjoying Jadeite's discomfort at not being able to do anything about completely unfounded suspicions.
Earth would be hers.
If only for its own good.
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