Author: Djibriel and Nemi the Nen
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"Fighting evil by moonlight
Winning love by daylight
Never running from the real fight
'she' is the one called Sailor..."
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Horus knew he still had not suffered enough for redemption nor peace. But sometimes he heard the ghostly laughter of a family member and knew he was at least suffering enough to make progress.
The laughter slowed him though. Though it helped his battles to imagine his brothers' faces under his fist.
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Nefer wondered what the hells he'd done to deserve this. He donated to charities. He tried to be kind to people. On that basis, he didn't deserve to have his name hooked up as the 'so-called love interest' of that goddamn transvestite.
And yet his flickbook page was now being hit over and over again by goddamn perverts. He was getting calls asking him about his relationship with 'SailorHorus'. He was being photopainted into things so unclean he could not bear to gooble his own name.
And now, now, the goddamn paparazzi were trolling him.
Trolling him!
Past lives must exist, and he must have been one of those goddamn Roman Emperors in one of them. There could be no other explanation for this dickery.
"I assure you, there is nothing between us. Now goddamnit, stop trolling me." he hissed at the reporter who shoved a microphone in his face. "How many times do I have to say it? No. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I do not know that person!"
"And there you have it, folks, he says he doesn't know who SailorHorus is... so tell me, Nefer Tarion, how many women have you dated?" She asked curiously. "Or have passed you love letters? Perhaps it's one of them."
Nefer looked at her, exasperated. Then he covered his face with his hand. "...I have had. No. Dates. Okay? I have my work. That is all. Please stop dragging me into this shit, okay? I was just a bystander!"
"A bystander SailorHorus rescued." She contended.
He rubbed his temples. "Look. Sailor..Horus would have rescued anyone, I just happened to be the poor schmuck there at the wrong time. Okay? Case closed."
Then he stalked into the coffee-shop, sat down and buried his face in his folded arms. "The gods must hate me," he mourned.
"There is no god, this is the Imperial Truth." came the deep rumble next to him.
Nefer raised his head, and looked aghast up at Horus. "... YOU. WHY?"
Horus rumbled unpleasantly. "This is my part time job. May I take your order?"
Nefer, shellshocked, said, faintly "A mocha latte with mint syrup please."
Then, as Horus walked away to get his cup, he buried his face in his arms again and wept.
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