*Running Against the Wind*
-Chapter 1 | Sea Wind-
He watched her from the building's roof, navy blue cape tucked around his body firmly and his crystal blue eyes hidden by the gold mask he wore. His partner, respectfully silent, stood beside him, her face as cold and lifeless as his own. Both were still and unmoving, watching the battle unfold beneath them.
"Neo-Queen Serenity! Lend your power to my staff, the Heart Moon Scepter!!"
She was slender and beautiful in a pure way, flowing blonde hair tied up in buns, long trails of pigtails tumbling from the strict, round buns. Golden eyebrows knit together with concentration and defensive fury, she whipped out the Heart Moon Scepter and the Daimon showed no outward reaction.
Which just went to prove how mindless the creature was.
"Moon Spiral Heart Attack!"
The creature was permitted one anguished, final scream of tortured pain before vanishing in an eerie wisp of smoke, spiraling into the white body of a cat.
It opened its vivid green eyes and, panicked, began mewing loudly before scampering off into the shadowed darkness.
The rest of the conversation was lost to the duo observing with twisted interest as the young woman touched the young man's arm, nodding swiftly. It was time to depart.
As he turned, he deliberately nudged a loose stone of the gravel roof off the edge, sending it clattering to the ground far below.
She glanced up; then left her gaze there, mouth opening in a round 'o' of astonishment.
Following his partner's lead, he looked over his shoulder while leaping away, removing the mask on an impulse and winking roguishly at her, then disappearing.
Sailor Moon stared, clutching at her brooch with one gloved fist. Her mind boggled at what she had seen. A boy, a few years older, to be sure, dressed in form fitting armor glinting like steel or silver with a blue cape, a gold mask, and white blonde hair. A girl, his age, with sea green hair and sporting a sailor fuku; the colors matched her eyes and hair perfectly.
Only when Chibi-Usa exclaimed in surprise, the deep, bloody scratch in her arm completely healed, did the pretty soldier tear her eyes away from the fresh memory, burning in her ocean blue eyes.
*
Ten'ou Haruka dug his fingernails into the coarse flesh of his palms, staring moodily out of his dormitory window, narrowed eyes not seeing anything but her face.
"Haruka-kun?" the tinkling, softly demure voice of Kaiou Michiru broke through his confusing thoughts. Turning his head to see her, he smiled briefly, insincere. She sighed and briskly walked up to him, resting a slim hand on his shoulder, pecking his cheek.
"What are you thinking of?" she continued, studying his face intently though she knew his every expression. The look on his face was a contorted look of barely shrouded misery and the pain of a long buried memory finally surfacing. The reassuring twitch of his lips did nothing to satisfy her need to know the truth.
"Nothing, Michiru-chan," he assured her, eyes clouded and distant.
Not believing him, she let it lie. Turning on her heel and walking to the plain dresser, she picked up a glittering green mirror, the symbol of Neptune engraved on the pearl coated handle. The same ensigna glowed swiftly on the mirror piece itself, then images began shifting around in it.
Haruka held his chin in one hand, elbow propped up on his other arm, which was wrapped firmly around his waist. An inkling of realization shot through his mind and he looked up sharply, crying out "Don't!" and moving toward his lover, arms and hands outstretched desperately.
But it was too late.
"You lied to me." He winced at her emotionless words and he saw the vile looks of jealousy and petty hatred play across her lovely face. "You said she didn't mean anything to you anymore." Her words were volatile and her tone accusing, a hint of longing woven into the sounds of both.
In a few wide strides, he was by her side, cupping her face in his hands. "Michiru-chan, I only love you."
Haruka could see eager hope and jealous suspicion wage a bitter war momentarily in her eyes.
"Must I prove it to you?" Within seconds, he had crushed his lips to hers, teasing her with his tongue and lips, holding her tightly against his body.
Deep inside, he wondered whether his beautiful, unreachable princess would have loved him in return, while he led Michiru to the bed in the center of the room.
*
'No…how could he be an enemy?…How could they…' Tsukino Usagi's thoughts were jumbled and bewildered, heart racing as she remembered the handsome, teasing face of the Mugen student, Haruka, unwanted images of his gorgeous companion Michiru filtering in as well. 'That can't be right!'
The Senshi meeting left Usagi with a heart full of doubt and a mind full of wishes; causing her to remain unnaturally quiet while walking with Chibi-Usa and Mamoru on the way to the park.
"Y'know, Chibi-Usa…," she began slowly, remembering something, "Unless it's a very special circumstance, you can't let anyone know your secret identity like you just did. You never know where the enemy might be hiding."
Chibi-Usa bit her lip and ducked her head, pink curls bobbing slightly in rhythm with her pigtails and her gait. "I'm sorry…but I kinda thought……she could be my friend."
Usagi stopped walking and watched Chibi-Usa and Mamoru continue their leisurely pace.
'Maybe…I should let it go…she's only a kid…and, besides, what harm could it do?'
Smiling brightly at her own ingenuity, the teenager skipped up to her boyfriend and future child in time to hear Chibi-Usa comment, "Didn't Hotaru have beautiful white skin? She was really pretty."
Mamoru smiled affectionately at the pint-sized princess. "As white as alabaster," he affirmed.
"Alabaster?" repeated Usagi inquisitively, eyes large and innocent as she awaited the tall man to explain the word to her.
"It's a pretty jewel that looks like snow," he responded instantly.
Usagi fell quiet again, squeezing her hands together and musing idly. 'She seemed so mature. And that power she used to heal Chibi-Usa's arm…'
And then her thoughts turned once again to the mysterious figures, wistfully wondering who they were.
*
Through the dark, foreboding corridors of the underground catacombs, Kaori Night walked confidently, a dark aura of evil purpose engulfing her heart, soul, body, and mind. Whether or not she had a soul was questionable in itself.
A pool of eerily still water, clear and pure in appearance, lay before her and she kneeled at its rim, gazing into its shallow depths and concentrating all her God cursed powers on summoning up images.
The first and foremost to shimmer on the surface was that of Sailor Moon, Heart Moon Scepter outstretched defiantly, her mouth frozen in the process of forming the chant of her attack. A defined aura surrounded the girl, a pale shade of shell pink.
Whispering thoughts drifted through her cold, calculating mind.
'Is this what Pharaoh 90 called the light similar to the Tairon Crystal?! No. It's even more powerful! If I capture this power, the Master will surely be pleased!'
A dark, loveless smile mockingly hovered onto her pale lips. 'But before that, I must find the light the Master spoke of as soon as possible. The light that leads destruction…'
Pulling a flower bud shaped amulet out of her bodice, she dipped it in the water and an ugly brown dye streaked the water, pulsing like malformed veins and a stench not unlike regurgitated food items pervaded throughout the chilled air. Wrinkling her nose, Kaori suffered through it in the name of her Master.
((Water mirror…show me…whirls of light…one…two…three…AWAKEN…GATHER…the three Talismans…that guide the light…the beginning of destruction!!!))
In a room, an apartment far away, Chiba Mamoru gasped and sat up fluidly in his bed, gazing wildly about his room.
Enraged, the sorceress jerked back and cursed mentally the outside forces that had prevented her from finding the Sacred Talismans…
Elsewhere, Mamoru cursed the war he and the others were being dragged into.
*
Haruka stared into space, running his fingers up and down Michiru's arm as she slept, nestled in his arms. A feeling of guilt tickled his spine and he groaned, rolling away from her warm, soft body and burying his head in the downy pillows, trying to block out the angst ridden memories of a lifetime from a broken past.
And the memories of a golden, bubbly princess he had found after a thousand years of dormancy.
PallaPlease ~ February 6, 2001.
-Chapter 1 | Sea Wind-
He watched her from the building's roof, navy blue cape tucked around his body firmly and his crystal blue eyes hidden by the gold mask he wore. His partner, respectfully silent, stood beside him, her face as cold and lifeless as his own. Both were still and unmoving, watching the battle unfold beneath them.
"Neo-Queen Serenity! Lend your power to my staff, the Heart Moon Scepter!!"
She was slender and beautiful in a pure way, flowing blonde hair tied up in buns, long trails of pigtails tumbling from the strict, round buns. Golden eyebrows knit together with concentration and defensive fury, she whipped out the Heart Moon Scepter and the Daimon showed no outward reaction.
Which just went to prove how mindless the creature was.
"Moon Spiral Heart Attack!"
The creature was permitted one anguished, final scream of tortured pain before vanishing in an eerie wisp of smoke, spiraling into the white body of a cat.
It opened its vivid green eyes and, panicked, began mewing loudly before scampering off into the shadowed darkness.
The rest of the conversation was lost to the duo observing with twisted interest as the young woman touched the young man's arm, nodding swiftly. It was time to depart.
As he turned, he deliberately nudged a loose stone of the gravel roof off the edge, sending it clattering to the ground far below.
She glanced up; then left her gaze there, mouth opening in a round 'o' of astonishment.
Following his partner's lead, he looked over his shoulder while leaping away, removing the mask on an impulse and winking roguishly at her, then disappearing.
Sailor Moon stared, clutching at her brooch with one gloved fist. Her mind boggled at what she had seen. A boy, a few years older, to be sure, dressed in form fitting armor glinting like steel or silver with a blue cape, a gold mask, and white blonde hair. A girl, his age, with sea green hair and sporting a sailor fuku; the colors matched her eyes and hair perfectly.
Only when Chibi-Usa exclaimed in surprise, the deep, bloody scratch in her arm completely healed, did the pretty soldier tear her eyes away from the fresh memory, burning in her ocean blue eyes.
*
Ten'ou Haruka dug his fingernails into the coarse flesh of his palms, staring moodily out of his dormitory window, narrowed eyes not seeing anything but her face.
"Haruka-kun?" the tinkling, softly demure voice of Kaiou Michiru broke through his confusing thoughts. Turning his head to see her, he smiled briefly, insincere. She sighed and briskly walked up to him, resting a slim hand on his shoulder, pecking his cheek.
"What are you thinking of?" she continued, studying his face intently though she knew his every expression. The look on his face was a contorted look of barely shrouded misery and the pain of a long buried memory finally surfacing. The reassuring twitch of his lips did nothing to satisfy her need to know the truth.
"Nothing, Michiru-chan," he assured her, eyes clouded and distant.
Not believing him, she let it lie. Turning on her heel and walking to the plain dresser, she picked up a glittering green mirror, the symbol of Neptune engraved on the pearl coated handle. The same ensigna glowed swiftly on the mirror piece itself, then images began shifting around in it.
Haruka held his chin in one hand, elbow propped up on his other arm, which was wrapped firmly around his waist. An inkling of realization shot through his mind and he looked up sharply, crying out "Don't!" and moving toward his lover, arms and hands outstretched desperately.
But it was too late.
"You lied to me." He winced at her emotionless words and he saw the vile looks of jealousy and petty hatred play across her lovely face. "You said she didn't mean anything to you anymore." Her words were volatile and her tone accusing, a hint of longing woven into the sounds of both.
In a few wide strides, he was by her side, cupping her face in his hands. "Michiru-chan, I only love you."
Haruka could see eager hope and jealous suspicion wage a bitter war momentarily in her eyes.
"Must I prove it to you?" Within seconds, he had crushed his lips to hers, teasing her with his tongue and lips, holding her tightly against his body.
Deep inside, he wondered whether his beautiful, unreachable princess would have loved him in return, while he led Michiru to the bed in the center of the room.
*
'No…how could he be an enemy?…How could they…' Tsukino Usagi's thoughts were jumbled and bewildered, heart racing as she remembered the handsome, teasing face of the Mugen student, Haruka, unwanted images of his gorgeous companion Michiru filtering in as well. 'That can't be right!'
The Senshi meeting left Usagi with a heart full of doubt and a mind full of wishes; causing her to remain unnaturally quiet while walking with Chibi-Usa and Mamoru on the way to the park.
"Y'know, Chibi-Usa…," she began slowly, remembering something, "Unless it's a very special circumstance, you can't let anyone know your secret identity like you just did. You never know where the enemy might be hiding."
Chibi-Usa bit her lip and ducked her head, pink curls bobbing slightly in rhythm with her pigtails and her gait. "I'm sorry…but I kinda thought……she could be my friend."
Usagi stopped walking and watched Chibi-Usa and Mamoru continue their leisurely pace.
'Maybe…I should let it go…she's only a kid…and, besides, what harm could it do?'
Smiling brightly at her own ingenuity, the teenager skipped up to her boyfriend and future child in time to hear Chibi-Usa comment, "Didn't Hotaru have beautiful white skin? She was really pretty."
Mamoru smiled affectionately at the pint-sized princess. "As white as alabaster," he affirmed.
"Alabaster?" repeated Usagi inquisitively, eyes large and innocent as she awaited the tall man to explain the word to her.
"It's a pretty jewel that looks like snow," he responded instantly.
Usagi fell quiet again, squeezing her hands together and musing idly. 'She seemed so mature. And that power she used to heal Chibi-Usa's arm…'
And then her thoughts turned once again to the mysterious figures, wistfully wondering who they were.
*
Through the dark, foreboding corridors of the underground catacombs, Kaori Night walked confidently, a dark aura of evil purpose engulfing her heart, soul, body, and mind. Whether or not she had a soul was questionable in itself.
A pool of eerily still water, clear and pure in appearance, lay before her and she kneeled at its rim, gazing into its shallow depths and concentrating all her God cursed powers on summoning up images.
The first and foremost to shimmer on the surface was that of Sailor Moon, Heart Moon Scepter outstretched defiantly, her mouth frozen in the process of forming the chant of her attack. A defined aura surrounded the girl, a pale shade of shell pink.
Whispering thoughts drifted through her cold, calculating mind.
'Is this what Pharaoh 90 called the light similar to the Tairon Crystal?! No. It's even more powerful! If I capture this power, the Master will surely be pleased!'
A dark, loveless smile mockingly hovered onto her pale lips. 'But before that, I must find the light the Master spoke of as soon as possible. The light that leads destruction…'
Pulling a flower bud shaped amulet out of her bodice, she dipped it in the water and an ugly brown dye streaked the water, pulsing like malformed veins and a stench not unlike regurgitated food items pervaded throughout the chilled air. Wrinkling her nose, Kaori suffered through it in the name of her Master.
((Water mirror…show me…whirls of light…one…two…three…AWAKEN…GATHER…the three Talismans…that guide the light…the beginning of destruction!!!))
In a room, an apartment far away, Chiba Mamoru gasped and sat up fluidly in his bed, gazing wildly about his room.
Enraged, the sorceress jerked back and cursed mentally the outside forces that had prevented her from finding the Sacred Talismans…
Elsewhere, Mamoru cursed the war he and the others were being dragged into.
*
Haruka stared into space, running his fingers up and down Michiru's arm as she slept, nestled in his arms. A feeling of guilt tickled his spine and he groaned, rolling away from her warm, soft body and burying his head in the downy pillows, trying to block out the angst ridden memories of a lifetime from a broken past.
And the memories of a golden, bubbly princess he had found after a thousand years of dormancy.
PallaPlease ~ February 6, 2001.