Black Star

Chapter one: Momentary Harmony

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing.

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This was bliss. He peered down at the heavily breathing woman beside him, her hot breath on his neck making him bothered, tickling his senses and making his body jolt with excitement. She moved her legs to get in a more comfortable position and let out a pitiful yawn, lips barely parting as she inhaled deeply, the scent of jasmine surrounding them from the open windows. Stretching, the woman extended her body and heaved a satisfied sigh, the stretch exposing the rest of her naked body as it rest it the soft light of the moon, arms splayed out above her head, fingers mingling with a few long strands of her hair. Beads of sweat adorned her curves as the moon beams filtered through the swaying curtains, a soft, subtle breeze flowing fleetingly over her skin giving her heavenly body an ethereal glow. He took his finger and placed it gently on her shoulder, smiling seductively as he slowly guided it down the appendage until he broke off and traced it along to the dip of her hips.

"Your body is heavenly," he whispered as he pushed her disheveled and matted hair away from her face, linking his fingers with hers which resided over her head. Leaning down he gave her a small kiss. She smiled back up at him as he propped his head on his hand and stared at her with adoring eyes, bringing their clasped hands to his lips and placing a soft kiss onto the back of her hand. He was, without a doubt, the luckiest man on the planet.

"Thank you," was her silent reply as she leaned up, her lips leaving a tingling sensation where they gently brushed his neck causing his body to shiver with delight. The tiny crystals that hung above his window collided from the faint breeze outdoors, the sweet sound reverberating within his large room as the moonlight shifted through the daring cuts of the crystal, creating temping shapes on his body. She kissed along one of them on his neck and bit at it playfully, giggling as he mumbled something incoherent. "What was that?" she whispered absent mindedly.

"Marry me…" he said again as he kissed the top of her head, missing the haunting, almost evil smirk on her blood red lips, yet slowly and surely the smile turned remorseful and rueful. She slowly rolled up on top of him and sat on his stomach spreading her long fingers over the expansion of his chest letting her long hair tickle it as he grabbed her hips and she grabbed his face with both of her hands in a soft grasp.

"Tell me why you'd like to marry me," she almost demanded as he took one of her hands from his chest and pressed it over his heart where it beat steadily.

"Do you feel that?" he asked. On the outside she smiled and nodded however on the inside she merely rolled her eyes for she knew what his fatal and last speech would be, she'd heard it many times before. "This heart beats only for you…" His serious face was too much for her as a small giggle escaped her lips. Another gurgled from the depths of her throat and he looked up slightly hurt, wondering what was so funny, and if his speech was really that corny. "What is it?" he asked as she smiled widely.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," she mumbled onto his lips as she lightly brushed hers over his and gave a grievous sigh. He, thinking she was returning his marriage offer, kissed her hard and shifted his hands through her long silken hair. Pulling away slowly, as not to offend him, she sat back up and took his hand, placing it over her left breast. "Do you feel that?" she asked, pressing it down hard, his fingers yearning to feel the same distinguished beat that thrummed within his own chest. Moving his hand around a bit his eyebrows creased in confusion as he tried to find the steady beat that was so like his own. However despite his frenzied search he found no heart beat and heard her sigh above him. She, all along, knew that his search for the one thing that linked them together was futile. "That is my curse for falling for one I should have not."

He looked up at her, his gorgeous eyes demanding an explanation, the confusion evident within them. "But what are you—" his lips stopped moving as he was cut off by her perfectly manicured finger, her voice making calming, shushing sounds.

"My life," she began, "is not my own." With his utterly confused look she gave him a sorrowful smile as he reached up and sifted his fingers through her hair. His eyes bore into hers, questions stirring within them like a sea of words begging to be released through his lips.

"Baby, what are you talking about? You're making no sense. If I knew asking you to marry me would be this complicated I would have waited," he joked as he leaned up and kissed her lips softly, his politeness keeping his burning questions at bay.

Sighing sadly she shoved him back to the soft bed. "Too bad I didn't meet you before he claimed my life." He was about to ask what she meant when the most amazing and grotesque thing happened before his eyes. She held her hand up to a piercing moonbeam and cringed. A black tip peaked out from her wrist, pushing through her flesh slowly and painfully, the skin stretching to allow the object to see earth's night. Seconds later the most intricately carved dagger protruded from her wrist, curves and symbols adorned it as she pulled it from her wrist with a sickening 'squish!'

Backing up in surprise he immediately let go of her and leaned back, the questions in his eyes muted to only one single important factor. "Who…" he paused, "what… are you?"

"In this world I am the bringer of death," she responded slowly. "You will meet the real goddess of death in mere moments but, for the time being let's just say I do the dirty work. This right here," she held the blade elegantly in the little light that illuminated the room, tracing her finger over the sharp, pointed tip, "is what we like to call the Blade of Fate." And with a lightning fast swoop of her arm she plunged the blade deep within his stomach.

His eyes grew wide as blood erupted from his mouth, the coppery tasting fluid dribbling down his chin, making its way towards her fingers which were still splayed over his chest. She lifted her legs over him and stood by his bedside in all her glory, placing her hands on her hips and smiling ruefully as his eyes glared at her in disdain. Walking close to him she placed a kiss to his bloody lips and smiled.

"Before you're engulfed in your great demise I bet the burning question on your lips is; why?" He never moved, however blinked his response. Leaning towards his ear she let her hot breath tickle his neck before answering in a soft whisper, "you know too much about my life, about my society." By the widening of his eyes and the slight clench of his fingers to his bloody sheets she could tell that his mind was now registering her brief comment. "That's right Dr. Marin, you," she paused as her hand hovered above the Blade of Fate, "know," she continued placing her hand on the top of the handle that protruded from his stomach, "too much," and slowly began to push it farther into the depths of his human body.

As more blood dripped from his lips he coughed out his last words. "They'll find you," he croaked, his voice sounding dry despite the thick liquid oozing from his lips. When she giggled he knew there was a twist and his last words were completely useless.

"They'll never find me," she grinned, wiping some blood from his chin with her thumb and sucking on it, the thick taste making her want to groan in delight. "Because I merely do not exist," and with her words she pushed down on the hilt of her long dagger, through the entirety of his stomach.

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Heero squinted as the coarse bag was ripped ferociously from his head, his eyes unused to light from being held in the darkness for far too long. His disheveled hair was matted with his own sweat and stuck to the sides of his face like glue. With a few small movements of his feet and hands the boy knew that both appendages were bound and strapped to a chair.

With multiple blinks his eyes began to get used to the light and his surroundings became clear. There was a blue table in front of him, rust coating the legs and parts of the corners, the top just low enough to come up to the middle of his stomach, which slowly gurgled from lack of food. To his right was a rusted waste bucked with no more than three pieces of paper in it, the small useless objects seeming worthless. Other than the two items and the hanging lamp above him the room was completely empty. The clicking of heels on the hard, cracking floor indicated that Heero was not alone in the room.

"Heero Yuy," a confident, woman's voice announced. "Age, twenty two, height, 159 cm, weight, 47 kg, birthplace, L1 colony cluster," she began calling off, naming almost everything there ever was to know about Heero Yuy. She continued with his ethnicity, "Japanese, brown hair, blue eyes," she paused before calling out his military stature, "and ex- Gundam pilot of Wing Zero and formerly known as the perfect soldier." He heard her grunt a small laugh of a sort. "Quite a name you've earned for yourself, kid."

Heero did not respond. Merely because of the fact that he had no idea what she was talking about. L1 colony cluster, what the hell was that? He was born in Japan. He'd hardly been in the army, what was with the whole 'perfect soldier' recognition? Though he was hardly worried about this woman's well being, he wondered just what kind of drugs she was on. This woman was ludicrous, whatever this kidnapping was it was utterly and completely absurd.

"For the past three years you have been researching the unknown society, Black Star. You see, I would ask you how you came to know about Black Star but from following you for a year I already know that you won't answer."

Heero remained calm however gaining the knowledge that she had been following him and watching his every move for an entire year irked him. The ridiculousness of the situation reduced as he did recognize his efforts to reveal information on Black Star. He shoved his thoughts to the back of his mind as the woman spoke again.

"You may be wondering how it is that I've tracked you for so long. After all, one doesn't gain the title of perfect soldier for being a mere lackey in a war." She slammed her hands down onto the table and Heero almost immediately noticed that she had slender hands with perfectly manicured fingernails.

Again Heero got angry. What war, what on earth was wrong with this woman?

"We are simply better than you, Yuy, it's a fact. But," she paused and walked around the table and stood behind him and Heero, through all of the mystery, could not even glimpse at her face. It was hidden in shadows and never once peeked into the light, nor could he see anything of her; not her hair, clothing or even her shoes. The light above focused on him, and him alone, "we've come to realize that instead of killing you, your talents could be put to better use." Her tone now lifted and Heero could tell there was probably an awkward smirk on her lips. "So here's the verdict kid, either you die," she grunted and Heero's frown deepened, the feeling and verdict familiar to him though he couldn't quite place his finger on why, "or you join us."

Here was Heero Yuy's problem. There were three doors in front of him, each taunting him with where his path would lead, what the outcome would be. Behind door number one was death, something Heero hardly had any time to succumb to. In many ways he would rather die than join this horrid organization, however smart they may be their searches and reasoning for existing were quite odd and they, though Heero was never quite sure on his facts, had killed many people to get to the position they were in today. Behind door number two was to merely join the society and become another brain dead worker. Well, nix door number two. Lastly there was door number three. Door number three was strange for it was jarred, as if telling Heero that he'd already chosen it. His mind had already picked door number three. Its motif: devise a plan. This was something that Heero Yuy was very good at. So what was the plan? No idea in hell, he'd have to come up with it later. The brown haired man now realized that to get to door number three he had to go through door number two.

"So what is it, Yuy?" she whispered in his ear, the hairs on his neck prickling from her hot breath. Goosebumps rose to his flesh and, as she walked past him once again, Heero couldn't help but notice the faint but distinct scent of jasmine.

He didn't want to answer too quickly, that would for sure give him away, so instead he moved his eyes to where to guessed hers would be and glared, as if trying to tell her, 'there's no way in hell I'd ever join a society with you.' However through his glare did he respond, "deal, I'll join," was his monotonous reply. His hands were itching to be released from their confinements however this he would never show. He felt odd as she stood in the shadows, he could now see the outline of her form, her arms crossed and chest moving slightly with her even breaths. Still he could not see her face but he needn't see her face to know that she was smiling. After a few minutes of complete silence and staring she walked towards a door that Heero had yet to notice. How had it gotten there? It wasn't there mere moments ago, and he'd know, he inspected the entire room from top to bottom, every rusty corner to every cracked wall.

"Hmm," she mumbled as she placed her hand over the doorknob and turned it, the rusty squeal like nails on a chalk board. The horrific tune made the goose bumps run from Heero's arms to his legs. "Too easy, kid." She opened the door and stepped through letting it almost close behind her. However before it closed all the way she stopped it with her foot. "Oh, and by the way, you have four days to prove yourself," tapping her watch she laughed, "time's running out." With that she closed the door and plunged the Heero into darkness as the lamp above him went out as well.

Hearing a shuffle behind him Heero now realized that there had been three people in the room all along; himself, the woman who had interrogated him, and the person who ripped the bag from his head. She had not done it herself and had the person who did it stand into the farthest corner away from all of the light. He'd had a feeling that someone else was there. Knowing what was to come next Heero sighed mentally as a bag was shoved over his head and the last thing he could remember was darkness.

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Kind of a strange first chapter, eh? Well let me clarify some things before I'm barraged with questions. You'll come to know who the man in first part of the chapter is later but he's not from the GW or SM world and isn't very important in the story line. The woman however will show up often and, if you hadn't guessed already, is the same woman that interrogated Heero. Now, you'll learn about Heero's past later, as well as what the society Black Star really is. But for now, use your imagination! You never know, you could be right…

Ja, MidnightOpal