A/N Disclaimer: Don't own, as you know. And thanks to people who review, it really does make me happy. I'm young (sorta) and still need improvement, so please review with what you like and don't (less of this then the other I'm hoping) 3 Anna
Additional A/N: I wish I could draw, really I do. I know vaguely how I want this to look but I can't draw a decent stick figure. So if you get inspired by my writing (wish I highly doubt, but yea) and want me to link I will be more than happy to do so!! Also, I'm thinking about starting a community on LJ and forums for the cute little couples, so join! And draw! D
Ami sat in her room, trying hard not to stare at the stone currently resting on the dresser. Her endeavor was failing miserably. The stone was pulsing with light, and it was beyond distracting. Her anatomy book lay open, and her detailed diagrams of a cat's heart were scattered over her desk. She stared at them for a full two minutes before shaking her head dejectedly and sitting on her bed, her eyes trained on the stone. Sighing, she placed one delicate finger on the stone's surface, felt it grow warm and then settled back to a normal temperature. Tilting her head, she stood, and taking the stone with her went to fetch her sailor computer. Once she had it, she sat back down on her bed, crossing her legs as she began to run diagnostics on the stone, assessing composites, specific heat, atomic structure and uses. "Amazing," she breathed.
Yes, I am aren't I?
Ami fell off the bed. Her shock at his voice turned to startlement when her computer beeped, indicating an anomaly in the diagnostic process. "This-this can't beā¦can it?"
Well it's quite possible in actuality, me being here I mean.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't referring to your presence." Ami missed the humph of a certain disgruntled general, her attention now firmly caught on the computer. "It's like there is no matter inside the stone."
There isn't.
"But how can that be?"
The stones, we're, well they, they're connected, all four of them. And the space in between them is just that, space. We've been here ever since- Zoisite cut off, his mind and words not wanting to relive that day. Anyway that's where we are.
"You've been floating there?"
Yes.
"Really?"
Yes
"Floating in space?"
Yes! The tone of annoyance was not lost on the blue haired medical student, but she took it in stride, attributing it to the generals' lack of stimulating conversation over the past thousand years.
"How long have you been there?"
It happened in pieces. Little by little, our minds were taken over, locked here for safekeeping while Beryl used our bodies for her own devices. We had control over our own actions to an extent, but soon even that ability was lost. On the day the moon kingdom fell, we we're locked completely out of our bodies, and only able to watch as you were cut down. Zoisite's voice shook and the stone pulsed with a shaky light. Instinctively Ami reached out and touched it, sending an arc of light shooting up towards the ceiling and out the window. And then an image appeared over the stone, hazy at first, but then growing brighter and more clear as the seconds past. A moment later, an image of Zoisite appeared over the stone. Long blond hair tied back in a tail, grass green eyes sparkling, and a crisp white uniform complete with cape surrounding a frame of hard muscles. Ami swallowed hard, then met Zoisite's eyes. A wave of memories crashed over both their heads, sending both of them spinning back into a past time, a simpler time.
"You, you didn't kill us?"
Well, we did, but it wasn't us, not what us. Beryl-she had these shadows that worked for her.
"Yes, I know. Shadow warriors."
Exactly! One crept into the palace while we were there on guard, and split into four, we weren't paying attention. The rumors about Beryl hadn't even reached us yet, and wouldn't for a few months. Anyway the shadow divided itself. It wasn't much, but it was enough to have us relaxed when another crept in. And so it progressed, until I couldn't tell the difference between Neph and a blacksmith. But by then it was too late, and I was too far gone to get word to anyone before Beryl swooped in and destroyed everything. His tone was filled with self-loathing, hatred and contempt that Ami had never heard before. The sound of someone who wishes nothing more than to erase the past at all cost. But she had to ask, had to know before she could trust him completely again.
"And this last time?"
What last time?
Ahh, so they weren't them.
Ami, what last time?
"Nothing."
No. Answer me.
"You came back. Well I guess you didn't but Beryl did. And brought a reincarnated version of you back."
We didn't-
"No, we stopped you. Granted it took awhile, and Mars was bruised for about a week afterwards. But we stopped you."
A long silence prevailed and then a soft good. Zoisite reached out his hand, the image shaky and distorted. Ami smiled and touched his phantom hand with her index finger, and let out a chuckle as Zoisite winced.
It tickles.
"So, I have a question for you."
Shoot
"How do you breath in the vacuum your in?"
