Title: Sound of the Moon Falling [1/?]
Author: Corbeau Noir
Genre: Alternate-Reality, Angst, Action
Rating: PG-13
Email: noir_corbeau@hotmail.com
Site: http://www.geocities.com/corbeaun
Summary:
In a certain timeline, the children of the Moon have
subjugated all known planets to the Silver Empire. The word
of the Imperium is law, rebellions are crushed without
mercy, and rebels are ruthlessly hunted down and killed by
the Guardians whose mere name draws shivers of apprehension
from the listener.
But even in this reality, things are changing that
will bring about the downfall of the thousands year old
order. And the beginning is found in the not so
coincidental meeting between a soldier and a slave.
Disclaimer:
Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon is the creation of Naoko
Takeuchi.
===========================================================
Sound of the Moon Falling
by Corbeau Noir
Part One
~~~~~~~~
The small, silver-haired woman tilted her face up
toward the wide open expanse of sky stretching above her,
leaning carelessly into the wind as though unmindful of the
height-dizzying, three-thousand drop before her feet. Below
her, the vast Sea of Serenity blazed with such a dazzling
array of lights as the annual midwinter Festival of Lights
officially commenced. In the distance, over the roaring of
the waves, the riotous sound of merrymaking from the City
could be heard.
A breath of wind caught at her glittering hair,
brought with it the memory of smoke and scorched flesh.
Laughing, she whirled to face her silent companion who
stood vigilantly as always only a step behind her. Her
brilliant smile dimmed at the other woman's dark somber
visage.
"Hey," she murmured, curling a hand around Mar's arm,
and then frowned when her fingers closed around tense
muscles. "What's the matter?"
"That slave. I was thinking."
Moon raised a delicate eyebrow at her. "What about
the slave?" she asked lightly.
Mars turned grimly toward the other woman. "I don't
think we should keep him."
Moon's hand immediately fell away. "'We' are not
keeping him. I am."
"Dammit Serenity!"
The smaller woman blinked, visibly surprised by the
startling vehemence in the other woman's voice, but then
her characteristically unperturbed smile swiftly appeared,
masking all reaction. "You forget yourself, Senshi," she
said softly.
Mars swallowed and, shivering faintly, turned her
back on the now coolly silent Moon. With a visible effort,
she gathered herself together. "You know what I mean," she
finally said in a much quieter voice, not turning to look
at the other woman. "I've had a bad feeling ever since I
saw him."
There was a brief moment of silence before a gloved
hand took her by the chin, and gently but firmly tilted her
face back into the light. Against her will, Mars found
herself staring into the other woman's shimmering silver-
blue eyes. Voice unbearably gentle, Moon asked, "Was this a
prophecy you saw?"
"I-I don't..." Mars stammered, unable to stir her
eyes from Moon's, all thoughts scattering under the soft
caress of the other woman's fingers.
"Or was it jealousy?"
Moon could be terribly cruel when she chose to be.
Mars flinched as though she'd been struck; she wrenched her
face from Moon's hands, stumbling back until her ice-cold
hands bumped against the balcony's marble balustrade. "Not
everything revolves around you, Serenity," she whispered
painfully.
The tiny silver-haired woman only cocked her head
inquisitively and softly smiled. "Doesn't it?" She moved in
closer until she'd backed the other woman against the
balcony, the heat from both their bodies twining sensuously
through them, and Mars swallowed against a sudden desperate
gasp. Moon moved away abruptly, her point made, and turned
to stare out over the brilliantly lit Sea of Serenity.
"The slave is mine, and I do not part with that which
is mine without good cause." She lowered her eyes then,
watching the waves crashing on the shore below wistfully.
"Not even for you, Mars."
Feeling suddenly incredibly weary, Mars closed her
eyes and slumped back against the balcony. "I know," she
whispered dully, "by the Lady, I know." And then she felt
the fleeting brush of lips across the corner of her mouth,
soft and gently apologetic, but when Mars opened her eyes a
moment later, she was alone again, standing under the cold
night sky as Moon watched her across the careful distance
between them.
"Come," Moon finally gestured kindly with her hand,
"we are neglecting the festivities."
Mars pushed away from the doorway and slowly followed
behind her, but just as Moon reached to open the doors that
separated the rest of the world from them, Mars caught the
other woman tightly by the hand. "Serenity...Moon." She
stared intently into the other woman's pale-blue eyes,
tried to put the entire force of her urgency into her voice.
"Something's coming; I don't know what. Please." She
swallowed, her grip tightening. "Be careful."
Moon only looked up at her, and smiled. "I always
am."
* * * * *
He woke in darkness, a stray sunbeam finding its way
across his tiny cell. That was when he knew She was there.
"Tell me, what danger does she see in you?"
The witch spoke with the lilting inflection of her
mother tongue.
"Or is it jealousy after all?"
He could answer her of course, ever since his carved-
up tongue had been returned to him and healed with the
witch's touch. She had been gentle, and that had surprised
him. Until he remembered how deceptive appearances could be.
"Perhaps I should throw you to the ice wyrms and
spare myself the trouble."
He barely flicked an eyelash at that, and soft gentle
laughter filled the shadows, as sweet as the wind chimes
that had chimed in the towers of Atla before the white of
witchfire blazed from the heavens and struck down the Earth.
"No," the echo of that amused laughter lingered
affectionately in the air, stole another piece of the
coldness within him without his consent, added yet more to
the darkness, "No, I think I'll keep you."
[End "Sound of the Moon Falling" – Part 1]
===========================================================
Author's Notes:
This fic is a bit dark and I cannot absolutely
guarantee that love will conquer all in the end. As a
matter of fact, I can almost say with certainty that it
will not. After all, the Silver Millenium did fall in the
end, and sometimes, love is more trouble than it's worth.
Feedback will be loved, cherished, and bronzed for future
generations. ;)
--------------------------
noir_corbeau@hotmail.com
www.geocities.com/corbeaun
--------------------------
===========================================================
9/20/02
Author: Corbeau Noir
Genre: Alternate-Reality, Angst, Action
Rating: PG-13
Email: noir_corbeau@hotmail.com
Site: http://www.geocities.com/corbeaun
Summary:
In a certain timeline, the children of the Moon have
subjugated all known planets to the Silver Empire. The word
of the Imperium is law, rebellions are crushed without
mercy, and rebels are ruthlessly hunted down and killed by
the Guardians whose mere name draws shivers of apprehension
from the listener.
But even in this reality, things are changing that
will bring about the downfall of the thousands year old
order. And the beginning is found in the not so
coincidental meeting between a soldier and a slave.
Disclaimer:
Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon is the creation of Naoko
Takeuchi.
===========================================================
Sound of the Moon Falling
by Corbeau Noir
Part One
~~~~~~~~
The small, silver-haired woman tilted her face up
toward the wide open expanse of sky stretching above her,
leaning carelessly into the wind as though unmindful of the
height-dizzying, three-thousand drop before her feet. Below
her, the vast Sea of Serenity blazed with such a dazzling
array of lights as the annual midwinter Festival of Lights
officially commenced. In the distance, over the roaring of
the waves, the riotous sound of merrymaking from the City
could be heard.
A breath of wind caught at her glittering hair,
brought with it the memory of smoke and scorched flesh.
Laughing, she whirled to face her silent companion who
stood vigilantly as always only a step behind her. Her
brilliant smile dimmed at the other woman's dark somber
visage.
"Hey," she murmured, curling a hand around Mar's arm,
and then frowned when her fingers closed around tense
muscles. "What's the matter?"
"That slave. I was thinking."
Moon raised a delicate eyebrow at her. "What about
the slave?" she asked lightly.
Mars turned grimly toward the other woman. "I don't
think we should keep him."
Moon's hand immediately fell away. "'We' are not
keeping him. I am."
"Dammit Serenity!"
The smaller woman blinked, visibly surprised by the
startling vehemence in the other woman's voice, but then
her characteristically unperturbed smile swiftly appeared,
masking all reaction. "You forget yourself, Senshi," she
said softly.
Mars swallowed and, shivering faintly, turned her
back on the now coolly silent Moon. With a visible effort,
she gathered herself together. "You know what I mean," she
finally said in a much quieter voice, not turning to look
at the other woman. "I've had a bad feeling ever since I
saw him."
There was a brief moment of silence before a gloved
hand took her by the chin, and gently but firmly tilted her
face back into the light. Against her will, Mars found
herself staring into the other woman's shimmering silver-
blue eyes. Voice unbearably gentle, Moon asked, "Was this a
prophecy you saw?"
"I-I don't..." Mars stammered, unable to stir her
eyes from Moon's, all thoughts scattering under the soft
caress of the other woman's fingers.
"Or was it jealousy?"
Moon could be terribly cruel when she chose to be.
Mars flinched as though she'd been struck; she wrenched her
face from Moon's hands, stumbling back until her ice-cold
hands bumped against the balcony's marble balustrade. "Not
everything revolves around you, Serenity," she whispered
painfully.
The tiny silver-haired woman only cocked her head
inquisitively and softly smiled. "Doesn't it?" She moved in
closer until she'd backed the other woman against the
balcony, the heat from both their bodies twining sensuously
through them, and Mars swallowed against a sudden desperate
gasp. Moon moved away abruptly, her point made, and turned
to stare out over the brilliantly lit Sea of Serenity.
"The slave is mine, and I do not part with that which
is mine without good cause." She lowered her eyes then,
watching the waves crashing on the shore below wistfully.
"Not even for you, Mars."
Feeling suddenly incredibly weary, Mars closed her
eyes and slumped back against the balcony. "I know," she
whispered dully, "by the Lady, I know." And then she felt
the fleeting brush of lips across the corner of her mouth,
soft and gently apologetic, but when Mars opened her eyes a
moment later, she was alone again, standing under the cold
night sky as Moon watched her across the careful distance
between them.
"Come," Moon finally gestured kindly with her hand,
"we are neglecting the festivities."
Mars pushed away from the doorway and slowly followed
behind her, but just as Moon reached to open the doors that
separated the rest of the world from them, Mars caught the
other woman tightly by the hand. "Serenity...Moon." She
stared intently into the other woman's pale-blue eyes,
tried to put the entire force of her urgency into her voice.
"Something's coming; I don't know what. Please." She
swallowed, her grip tightening. "Be careful."
Moon only looked up at her, and smiled. "I always
am."
* * * * *
He woke in darkness, a stray sunbeam finding its way
across his tiny cell. That was when he knew She was there.
"Tell me, what danger does she see in you?"
The witch spoke with the lilting inflection of her
mother tongue.
"Or is it jealousy after all?"
He could answer her of course, ever since his carved-
up tongue had been returned to him and healed with the
witch's touch. She had been gentle, and that had surprised
him. Until he remembered how deceptive appearances could be.
"Perhaps I should throw you to the ice wyrms and
spare myself the trouble."
He barely flicked an eyelash at that, and soft gentle
laughter filled the shadows, as sweet as the wind chimes
that had chimed in the towers of Atla before the white of
witchfire blazed from the heavens and struck down the Earth.
"No," the echo of that amused laughter lingered
affectionately in the air, stole another piece of the
coldness within him without his consent, added yet more to
the darkness, "No, I think I'll keep you."
[End "Sound of the Moon Falling" – Part 1]
===========================================================
Author's Notes:
This fic is a bit dark and I cannot absolutely
guarantee that love will conquer all in the end. As a
matter of fact, I can almost say with certainty that it
will not. After all, the Silver Millenium did fall in the
end, and sometimes, love is more trouble than it's worth.
Feedback will be loved, cherished, and bronzed for future
generations. ;)
--------------------------
noir_corbeau@hotmail.com
www.geocities.com/corbeaun
--------------------------
===========================================================
9/20/02