Black Star

Chapter 2: Black blood

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

Heero…

The brunettes eyes opened in a flash. Blinking he placed a hand to his head and allowed himself a minute to get over his momentary haziness. Sitting up, he remembered the odd interrogation he'd suffered and briefly wondered where he currently was. It was now that Heero realized that he was in such a strange place that he had to be dreaming.

It was as if he were sitting on a cloud, he couldn't quite feel solid ground beneath him however he wasn't falling, and a white ethereal mist surrounded him. Curls of it sifted through his hair and between his fingers like silk, the milky colored substance so opaque that Heero found he could barely see his hands in front of his face.

Heero…

His name… someone was calling his name. Slowly he reached out as his eyes darted quickly about, trying to pick up any movement or body shape. Slowly he stood and closed his eyes. If he wasn't going to be able to see anything he was going to have to use his other senses to find this person calling out his name. Silently he inhaled slowly. There was nothing to his right, nothing to his left, and nothing behind him. Silently he exhaled slowly. By the clicking of heels and the faint feeling of an oncoming silhouette he felt that someone was in front of him.

Heero!

His eyes opened quickly and twenty two year old Heero Yuy was staring into the violet eyes of a ten year old girl; a ten year old girl who was wearing something that was far too daring for her age. A short purple skirt adorned her legs, which was attached to a white skin tight suit which had awkward, translucent, pads protruding from her shoulders. A bow was attached to the small of her back as well as one right above her bosom, which held a very intricately cut crystal with daring spikes and sharp, pointed tips.

However her violet eyes betrayed her silly outfit and exposed to Heero the expansion of her knowledge. This was no ordinary girl, she had an aura that screamed wisdom and eyes that seemed to be hundreds…no, thousands of years old with knowledge. In fact, the first words out of Heero's mouth were not the usual interrogation of 'who are you' but rather…

"How old are you?"

The girl, as if expecting Heero's odd question, giggled and merely shook her head, her short raven hair covering her eyes for a brief moment. Looking back up to him she smiled broadly and abandoned her appearance of old age. "I don't know, I've lost count," she replied merrily as if it were something she was proud of.

Heero looked at her oddly before continuing with his own interrogation.

"Who are you?" he asked almost angrily. This girl did not seem familiar to him however there was something about her that Heero just couldn't place his finger on. She had this feeling about her, this air, that just couldn't be described and however good the feeling was it irked Heero to no end.

Smiling even broader than before, if possible, the girl's eyes danced with excitement. "I was hoping you'd ask. I just love introducing myself." She giggled at the strange look Heero gave her. "I," she bent down on one knee, crossed her left hand over her chest, and held her staff, which Heero had yet to notice from being so caught up in her eyes, in her right hand beside her, "am Sailor Saturn, Princess of the second largest planet in the solar system, and known to many unfortunate souls as the goddess of death." She grinned as she looked up from her bowing position. "But my friends just call me Tomoe Hotaru, or even Taru-chan!" She stood up quickly and Heero almost took a step back but refrained himself.

She was Sailor Saturn, a princess and a goddess? What was this girl on? Well, this was a dream… but still, Heero didn't have dreams about odd ten year old girls calling themselves princesses and goddesses. Out of nowhere the girl giggled.

"I can assure you, Heero Yuy, this is no dream. Well, I guess in a way it is only I am really here." She paused and scrunched up her face. "I'm sorry," she sighed, "that was confusing. Just forget I ever said it." Her look became grim as she spoke again. "I, however, do not know if you'll be able to remember everything when you wake up," the young girl frowned and set her face in a way that told Heero she was ready to get down to business. She was about to continue when Heero held up his hand, silencing her for a brief moment.

"Where are we?" he asked sullenly, his eyes boring into hers trying to read all of the secrets that lie there. Lowering his hand he felt the once warm, welcoming mists become uninviting and wet, beads of water forming on his palm and latching onto his clothing.

Hotaru smiled a rueful smile and gripped her menacing staff tighter as she looked down towards the nonexistent ground. "Heero Yuy, you ask too many questions. All I can tell you now," she took a step back and began to disappear within the mist, "is that you are in grave danger. No gun will be of any use, Heero, not against these foes. Please," Heero could only hear her voice now as it got fainter and more distant. "Accept my kin and let them help you, in turn you can help them."

The mists began to part and Hotaru was no longer there, her voice however echoed in Heero's ears as he took a hesitant step along the path that the mist had created. Before him a shape began to emerge from the haze and Heero stopped in awe. In front of him was a large pair of doors, intricately carved symbols adorned them. The wood was old however the mighty doors held strong and Heero felt very small before them. The odd thing about the majestic doors was the fact that they were bound with heavy chains. The linked metal covered the doors, holding them closed and not letting whatever was behind it into this odd, mystical land.

Heero's hand reached up to touch one of the doors. Closing his eyes he felt years of knowledge surge through his body, events that had gone unseen and unheard of floated through his mind like a ghost. He drew his hand back only to place it hesitantly on the chains, oddly compelled by the silver links. His body gave a start, his mind cleared to the present as the door gave a violent jolt. The chains rattled hard as another seizure grasped the seemingly impossibly strong doors. The third jolt opened the doors just enough to let Heero see inside of them.

It was dark, however gusts of wind tousled his hair and Heero could tell that a storm of wind was wreaking havoc within. A void took shape before him, purple nothingness forming an odd construction by its own will. The form it took: a large blue eye, bloodshot and wide, pupil so small Heero could barely tell it was there, signified only by the smallest black dot adorning the center. It looked around frantically, up, down, left right, constantly moving in circles, trying to focus on some sort of object until the circling slowed down and eventually its demonic stare rested upon Heero's body.

"Bring it to me," the eye seemed to growl at him, besides the fact that Heero was at a loss for words on what it could possibly mean. Its voice was a mixture of a woman and a man, malevolent, frightening, and odd. Small black hands reached out and grabbed the lapels of Heero's shirt pulling him towards to door and trying to squeeze the boy between the chains.

"Bring it, or sacrifice the bearer," it said again, sending odd convulsing shivers down Heero's spine. The eye was so compelling, drawing a strange spell over him as Heero found he could not turn away, his own eyes, though he could not see them, were flashing from their dark haunting blue to a lighter shade matching that of the demonic eye and eventually beginning to loose all color.

"Follow me and you shall live…" Many smaller eyes appeared behind the large one controlling Heero. Thousands popped out of nowhere, staring at Heero and laughing at his helpless state. More hands appeared and began to pull Heero's arms and legs within the door, the odd rubbery appendages stretching and snaking around them, pulling with unrivaled strength.

"You are perfect." If the eye had a mouth it surely would have been turn up in a twisted sneer. Heero, lost within his own mind, unprepared to fight foes of more than just humans, allowed the strange arms to pull him farther and farther within the large doors. "You shall do my bidding." From within the door two womanly hands snaked around the black arms pulling Heero's body into the depths of the horrendous winds. Blood red nails slipped over his shoulders to his back where they swiftly dug into his back. Pulling the nails together, the strange pair of womanly arms drew blood from Heero's back in creating a ten pointed star.

Heero's lifeless body made no move to scream as black seemed to run through his newborn scars like watered down pain, filling each point of the star with its odd power. The black color then branched away swirling along his back, burning odd patterns into his skin. The final product; a delicate ten pointed star beneath burning sun rays yet above a sharp crescent moon, odd symbols filled the inside of the moon and ten were on the tip of each point of the star, each a symbol for one planet of the solar system, the tenth a symbol for the sun. On Heero's neck, beneath his hairline, a five pointed star formed.

Once the mystical drawings were carved into Heero's skin the feminine and bizarre black hands dropped his body to the nonexistent floor below him. His half naked body shivered as blood and black pooled beneath his back, mixing to form a red so deep that if one hadn't known better they would have sworn it was merely black. His lifeless eyes stared into the mist as Heero broke out into a cold sweat, the blood and black that had once exited his body now mixed and reentered the ten pointed wound.

His body convulsed violently as the black blood ran through his veins, appearing and disappearing visibly through his now pale skin. His fingers spread wide and shook and the black blood continued coursing through his veins until Heero was completely overcome with his new half demonic blood.

"You are mine," the malevolent voice whispered to Heero before, for the second time that day, all went black.

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Well, here's the second chapter. It's not quite as long as the first but I think it'll do. It was quite confusing so let me clear some things up. Heero wasn't dreaming however, he wasn't really there. His mind, not his body, was within the realm that Setsuna guards and, if you hadn't guessed already, the doors were the Gates of Time. I, however, cannot tell you why Hotaru is there instead of Setsuna or why the gates were chained. I can almost assure you that more people will show up in the next chapter and what happened to Heero's back, the odd tattoo, will also be clarified. But for how, I hope you like, and continue to review: )

Ja, MidnightOpal