Saphir haunted the hallways of Nemesis, ghostly drifting in the shadows. It was dark, like most evenings in Nemesis. There were no stars to light his path. Slick crystal walls dully illuminated the milky whiteness of his face and shadowed the sapphire blue hair for what he was named for. Weary cornflower blue eyes fixated itself to the gray stone weakly imitating the marble of earth. The cool white marble of earth, he thought, the favored stone of Neo Queen Serenity.
Saphir furrowed his brows and lowered his head in frustration. Demando has been gazing at her image for hours in that large and lonely throne room of his. The direction of his eyes never moved from the holographic screen that portrayed the lovely Serenity. He was still absentmindedly sitting in that cold chair with his legs crossed gawking at her last time Saphir checked.
The only things that could be heard was the desolate sound of Spahir's own tentative footsteps echoing down the hall. That Sailor Moon, that Queen Serenity...if only ni-san's sick obsession would be directed toward saving Nemesis. He knows Nemesis loves him, but does Serenity? Foolish Demando blinded by his own ignorance. Although Saphir admonished such ludicrous acts, he vowed himself to aid his beloved ni-san.
Thinking about his ni-san sent a warm shuddering throughout his body. Saphir didn't notice how cold he was, or how much his hands hurt. Looking down, they were rolled in a tight ball. Slowly, he rubbed feeling back from his numb hands from clutching them together too tightly.
And why did Demando act such a way? He didn't know. Perhaps it was Serenity's raw beauty. His brother's favorite color had always been white, a pure color that matched Serenity's radiant personality almost too perfectly. While Saphir himself prefers a dark navy, he never criticized hisbrother's thinking, until now.
More like it, until Wiseman showed up.
Saphir looked up now. There was another pair of footsteps behind him. Hurried footsteps. His gloved hands tensed and vanished from sight, but his stony presence lingered. He was curious, in a way, to see who would dare be up this late, wandering in his corridors. Who would sound rushed, as if running away? Running away from who? From what?
Against his better judgment, he decided against himself to reappear and stop him.
His Navy Blue jacket and hair blended in with the dark atmosphere and lighting. What gave him away was the blueness of his eyes, like a flash of endless azure of the summer sky in late night darkness. Before he could open his mouth, he caught a glimpse of a matching pair of lavender flowers widening in surprise before the figure crashed into his body. Saphir let out a dog like yelp as his head smashed against the gray marble ground.
He let out a groan and felt the swelling bump on the back of his head. Besides the constant ringing in his ears, Saphir could hear someone tall and large was stumbling to get up. He had a feeling who it was.
"Saphir, what are you doing here?" There was a slight edge to Demando's voice.
Saphir slowly roused himself.
"I was about to ask you the same thing, ni-san." The crash had left stars dancing in his eyes. The dull ache on his head grew into a burning fire, and his hears roared. Demando paid more attention to the dust on his clothes than the welt on Saphir's head.
"Saphir, if you're going to be standing here aimlessly all night, you might as well go check on the black crystal. I assume it's going well?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yes."
"Good. Now go." Before Saphir vanished, he saw Demando, with a faraway look on his face, mutter one word on his lips.
Wiseman.