AFM CHAP 2
By sailorearth & kokoro de Haato
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the sailor moon characters.
a/n: Also this chapter is in seiya's point of view, so no one is confused.
"I see that you've decided to join us in the world of the living."
I rolled my eyes and continued what I was doing. "Go play with yourself, striker."
A snort sounded from behind me. "And miss the opportunity of telling you that his majesty wants to see you? Over my dead body."
I turned around to face the peach-eyed woman, not showing any emotion on my face. "What does he need me for? He always wants me, Healer, and Maker altogether whenever he calls for a meeting."
Sailor Star Striker,Fukui Sora , shrugged and quipped, "Don't know, don't care. Just know that he told me to seek you out for him."
I sighed, sitting down the papers that I was studying for the assignment assigned to me by Maker. "This better not be a set up again, Sora. 'Cause I'll kill you myself this time around," I emphasized the threat with a narrow of my midnight blues as I got up from my perch on a hammock.
The pale blonde-haired woman batted her eyelashes at the other woman with a sickening sweet smile spreading across her dainty face. "Oh, but my dear sister, "you and our 'sisters'" were asking for what happened a few millennia ago."
My dark eyes blazed with extreme intensity as I got in striker's face to the point where we almost lip locked. "A FEW millennia ago?! 'A FEW?!' you've betrayed us twice, not ONCE but TWICE!"
"No, I didn't. You three were just dumb enough to fall in to a trap, is all."
"That YOU set! Of course we wouldn't expect you of all people to betray us because you're one of us!"
The dainty female snorted, rolling her eyes and chastised, "And that's where y'all went wrong because if they were pushed, Healer and Maker WOULD betray you if I wasn't on the team."
"No, they would not and I know it," I declared to the slightly taller female as I glared up at Striker.
"Oh, but they would and it'll be when you least expect it, " drawled Striker as if she were telling Fighter how to do her hair. She moved past me infuriated to head towards the gates as she called over her shoulder with a wave of her hand, "Anyway, you should meet up with His Majesty before Princess has to find another lead bodyguard, preferably me."
I held in a scream of anger and frustration as Striker's taunting laughter slowly dissolved with growing distance. I made her way to the throne room, awaiting what exactly King Akira had in store for me.
"You called for me, Your Highness?" I stated stated the, kneeling before my king.
"I have, Lady Fighter. And for a very important reason that I can only trust you with."
"And that is …" I was the slightly confused with the response.
"You do remember how the princess is suppose to be joining her husband on his home planet in a few weeks for the next few years, until it is time for her to rule, right?" King Akira prodded, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Yes, I was made aware of that by Queen Yumi a week before the wedding," I assured him, confusion still swirling around within my mind.
King Akira sent a serious look toward me and said,"Then I shall inform you now that you shall accompany the princess during her stay with her prince."
My eyes widened in shock at the blatant order assigned to me and started,"But what about Healer and Maker? I can understand why Striker wasn't chosen. "
"Because those aren't capable of protecting the princess the way you do, plus you have more seniority than either of those two."
"But I still don't understand why all three of us can't go."
The strawberry blond-haired man glared down at me and thundered, "Healer and Maker would only hold you back from how weak they are. You have more to offer than they do, so do not question me any more about the matter. "
I bowed her head in shame as I breathed, "As you wish, Your Majesty."
"You are dismissed for now, until further notice on the matter," he declared, watching as I made my exit out of the throne room.
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a/n: ill try to have the next chapter up soon