Disclaimer: Still don't own anything. Can I stop with this yet? whines
Inspirational Lyric: "I finally open up, for you I would do anything, but you've turned off the volume just when I'd begun to sing"
Two years back on Kinmoku, and Healer couldn't be happier. Well, until that morning, when Fighter had received a summons from the committee at the ungodly hour of seven. What this meant was that Healer had been caught in bed with her leader, thus breaking one of the strict rules imposed upon the senshi by an old fashioned tradition that really had no relevance beyond the fact that the committee never bothered to update things. Of course, that was not relevant at the moment. No, what was relevant was the fact that Fighter had been pulling away from her since returning from the meeting, and Healer did not like it.
Following a tense dinner, Healer had grabbed her sketch pad and started towards the gardens. She needed to clear her mind, as well as figure out what was going on with Fighter. Finding a spot near the fountain, Healer had been sketching for ten minutes when she noticed her leader standing at the edge of the terrace, so setting aside her charcoals and sketch pad, Healer walked over to Fighter and wrapped her arms around the dark haired senshi's waist.
"We have to end this." And that was not the reaction that Healer was expecting.
"W…what?" Pulling away, Healer eyed Fighter critically, half expecting this to be some sort of joke. A cruel one, but a joke none the less.
"This…us…we need to end it. The committee…"
"Is a bunch of bastards who can't mind their own damn business." Fighter sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. She should have known that Healer wouldn't make this easy on her.
"Damnit, Healer! Do you think I want to do this!? This morning was damning, but they know and if we don't end it, we'll be stripped of our titles. Who would protect Ouhi then!?"
Healer regarded Fighter coolly, figuring out just what she wanted to say.
"I never thought you would back down from fighting for this. You were the one who said that we were the lucky ones. Guess I was wrong." Turning to walk off, Healer was stopped when Fighter grabbed her arm and turned her to kiss her deeply, before looking at Healer pleadingly.
"Please don't be mad…"
"Don't be mad!? You're ending this because you're too coward to fight for us! You know that Ouhi doesn't mind and that she would back us! We were the lucky ones because we found love despite the rules. Yes, we had to hide it, but we had it. Now you want to just throw all of that away?! So yes. I'm mad." Shooting a scathing look to Fighter, Healer ripped away from her leader and stalked back inside, leaving her sketching materials behind.
Sighing, Fighter went to the forgotten art supplies and picked them up, prepared to give them to Maker to return to Healer when she noticed the piece that Healer had been working on. It was of them, and like usual, she had managed to capture the intensity between them and the familiarity. Fighter didn't know how long she stood outside staring at the drawing, but it seemed an eternity. Healer was right. Okay, so rarely was Healer wrong, but she was right. They had been through so much together, they had been lucky in finding one another. Fighter knew it all along, but she had been afraid. What the two had was worth fighting for, and like hell would Fighter back down without so much as a word. Determination in her eyes, the leader of the Starlights headed back to the palace. She would right this. She had to, lest she lose the most important thing to her.