The Tale of the Lost Moon Princess

A/n:

Hello, welcome to the first chapter- well prologue, of a request a fellow Author on Ffn asked for to right. I enjoyed making this chapter and I'm looking forward to the future chapters I will be writing to add on to this story. It took a bit of work and a bit of photoshop with the chapter title, but I'm pleased with the final product. I hope the individual who asked for this will enjoy the final product as well. The chapter came out a a bit shorter than I expected, but I still think it got the point across.


Prologue

Homura stared up at the moon blankly.

It was a full moon, looking particularly big and full that cloudless night. He was sitting atop is desk with his feet resting in a chair, sitting across an askew stack of papers and an unraveled scroll pressed against his back side. It was sloppy, Homura admited, but he wasn't one for things being completely orderly. It was an 'organized chaos', as his mother used to say. A small chuckle nearly rumbled out his chest, but he managed to suppress it. He felt warm but that wasalso not a problem. In all honesty, he was too lazy to douse the flames in fireplace and he didn't have the patience to deal with the smoke in the room.

Laziness was a bad habit, but Homura digressed. It was habit he usually kept in control.

Taking his eyes off the moon, his eyes looked down into his lap and stared at the lotus-fruit in his lap. This time, he couldn't prevent his lips upturning slightly as he lifted it up. It's glistened admiringly in the moonlight.

"Coolness of the melons
flecked with mud
in the morning dew." Homura said, his voice quiet as his hand caressed the fruit lovingly.

"Matsuo Basho, milord?"

Homura looked over to his side, not at all surprised when he saw who was standing in the doorway. "You've read his works, Sayuri?" His lips were curved into a smirk.

Sayuri had an unimpressed look about her. She had the look of someone who had dealt with the ego and attitude of many, her grey eyes worn. It made her look older than she probably was. Homura never bothered to ask her. "I've read a few." She took a small step to fully enter Homura's domain, as he called it. He was very meticulous when it came to his privacy. "He was gifted. I have a particular fondness for Autumn Moonlight."

"Autumn moonlight-
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut." Homura looked back at the fruit in his hand once more. "Quite befitting of this moment in particular, wouldn't you say?"

Sayuri's eyes narrowed, her eyes getting sharp-look to them. "Would you be the worm, milord?" She questioned wryly.

Homura released a snort. "Perhaps." He sounded more amused than insulted. "But doesn't this blossom just look beautiful in the moonlight? So ripe and ready. It makes me excited that soon this plan will be coming to fruition."

"That's actually what I came in here for." Sayuri averted her gaze else where. "Wouldn't it be better to take a small break due to the closeness of this plan? It would be better to take one to avoid taxing the machine as well as your well-"

Homura cut Sayuri off without hesitation. "My well-being is a small price to pay." Sayuri realized that that was her answer. "Leave me. I want to enjoy the calm before the storm."

Sayuri released a brief sigh and was already on her way to heading her way out, "As you wish." She murmured. That man is filth.

"I am the worm aren't I?" His thumb swept over the fruit's slightly rough exterior one last time. "And this is my chestnut; one of many." He reached for the scroll behind his back with his free hand. Farewell for now my sweet. Homura licked his lips. With a tiger-ox-horse transition the fruit disappeared with a poof. He rolled his scroll fully this time, placing it securely beside him once more. His azure eyes looked back up at the moon once more, a look of sanctification upon his face.

Now where should I strike next?


A/n: And that's it! Once again, I hoped you enjoyed this prologue and that it met your expectations!

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