Ares Denetsu
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Set During: With All the Shadows of a Doubt
Side Story I | An Innocent Talk
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She gripped the Chain Wink Sword tightly in her hands, growing angrier and angrier as the poisonous blade refused to mar the perfect skin of her hands. With a dark scream, she tossed the sword away from her, crossly folding her arms over her jacket-covered breasts. Minako could hear the others inside, talking and discussing; she could hear Juuhachigou and Kuririn laughing together. She was envious; she admitted that. She was envious that even when darkness threatened the universe, the two had their love for each other. They never seemed to fight or be angry at each other…so happily in love. Vejiita and Buruma, however, seemed to be constantly arguing or harping at each other. But then again, the alien prince and the super genius stole glances at each other, their out-of-wedlock son beautiful and healthy.
Minako sighed, feeling even lonelier.
Rei had loved the other Gohan; the one Minako had downright refused to drag back in time. And she had torn apart their love as well as destroying most of Rei's chances at surviving.
Deciding to be selfish for an indulging moment, the pretty blonde woman leaned back in the slippery sand of the beach, supporting herself on her elbows, legs sprawled before her and crossed at her ankles.
What would it be like, she wondered sadly, to be in love, to carry the child you and the man you love made? She'd always thought her crush-for-the-day would be the smiling groom…but that was before Chaos, before the deep sleep, before Juunanagou and his arrogance and egotism and darkly seductive looks and personality, tugging her to him without his meaning to drive her insane…
"The stars seem so near, don't they, when you sit on this beach."
Minako hummed an absent response, distantly hearing the android that had been the subject of her thoughts crouch down beside her, his bare heels digging into the miniscule dunes littering the shoreline. From the corner of her eye, she watched him, feeling both at peace and excited wildly. Moonlight shimmered off his skin, a soft sea breeze blowing strands of his jet-black hair into his face. He sighed briefly, tossing his head once to knock the hair behind his head, where they blew without interfering with his eyesight. If anything, Minako didn't want him to turn and look at her with those intense, penetrating ice-blue eyes of his; the ones that seemed to read her mind in an instant.
"You shouldn't blame yourself," he told her quietly, voice subdued, hands resting on his bent legs, dangling between his knees. "You mustn't feel as if you are to blame."
She laughed, short and bitter, brought back down to harsh, cold, cruel reality. "You're a fine one to talk about feelings," she snipped spitefully.
Juunanagou whirled on her, perfect teeth bared as he grabbed her shoulders and pinned her to the sand, his face contorted in undiluted animalistic rage. "Don't you ever try to tell me about my feelings," he snarled, voice clipped and kept quiet for the benefit of the others in the Kame House.
"And don't you ever patronize me!" she snapped right back, trying to get out from under his lean body, refusing to look into his eyes.
"Touché," he sneered, keeping his firm grip on her shoulders, holding her to the sand.
"What are you trying to prove?" she demanded, giving up her futile tries to escape.
"Nothing," Juunanagou whispered. Slowly, he released her, pulling himself into a sitting position of sorts, one leg curled underneath him, the other leg's knee pressed against his chest, one arm lying loosely on the knee. "I," he stated carefully following a minute of silence, "will not say I'm sorry."
"And why not?" Minako rudely replied.
"Because of that!" he seethed. "Because you think I can not feel emotions, can not taste flavors, can not smell scents!"
Caught off-guard, she simply stared at him.
"But you're wrong," he finally continued, chest swelling and depressing with his thick, ragged breathing, "you're very wrong about all of that. I feel sorrow and pain and anger and want and need and trust. I taste orange and tangy and sweet and sour and burnt. I smell the wind and the rain and the thousand little nuances of the perfume you dabbed on your wrists this morning."
Minako blinked, clutching her hand to her left breast, above her heart, still lying on the ground.
He abruptly turned his head away from her, staring unseeingly out at the shining ocean.
"How can you smell my perfume after thirteen hours?" she murmured, not expecting him to hear.
"Are you joking, Minako-chan?" he arched an eyebrow, moving back to her, bending over her as he slid down from his sitting position. "I told you once that Gero improved me. I could tell you exactly what you were eating for breakfast three days ago at precisely ten-fifteen AM just by smelling your breath."
Focusing on the absurd, trying to pay no heed to the serious ring to his words, she joked, "I brush my teeth!"
"You," he growled impatiently, shifting so his face was merely centimeters from hers, "are impossible."
He ducked his head, crushing his lips to hers angrily, molding her surprised, parted lips with his own tempestuous ones.
Minako's eyes nearly defied all physical limitations; that was how quickly they widened.
Juunanagou's were closed, his eyelashes sweeping her cheeks with each pressing motion of his mouth against hers.
Her eyelids drooped shut after a moment and she cursed him silently for doing that to her.
He felt her eyelashes brush his face as she closed them and, without any warning whatsoever, he pulled away sharply.
"You," he said with a low laugh, "taste like oranges."
Blood rushed into her ears, cheeks, and neck, flushing her skin a bright color as he hauled her up to her feet.
"And you smell even better," he murmured in her ear, "than you taste."
Oh, why couldn't she _say_ anything? Her mind moaned and she hit herself mentally.
"W-we should go inside," she finally stuttered and Juunanagou nodded, brushing his fingertips along the curves and hollows of her face before he grasped her hand, lifting her own fingertips to his lips.
"That we should, little goddess," he smiled. "What are we going to tell my sister?"
"We," she shivered when he turned to walk back in, "just had an innocent talk."
"Ah. Indeed."
Staring at his back as they hurried back inside, she fleetingly wondered how many more 'innocent talks' they were going to have in the future…
*****
end "Side Story I | An Innocent Talk"
*****
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Ares Denetsu" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
*****
Set During: With All the Shadows of a Doubt
Side Story I | An Innocent Talk
*****
She gripped the Chain Wink Sword tightly in her hands, growing angrier and angrier as the poisonous blade refused to mar the perfect skin of her hands. With a dark scream, she tossed the sword away from her, crossly folding her arms over her jacket-covered breasts. Minako could hear the others inside, talking and discussing; she could hear Juuhachigou and Kuririn laughing together. She was envious; she admitted that. She was envious that even when darkness threatened the universe, the two had their love for each other. They never seemed to fight or be angry at each other…so happily in love. Vejiita and Buruma, however, seemed to be constantly arguing or harping at each other. But then again, the alien prince and the super genius stole glances at each other, their out-of-wedlock son beautiful and healthy.
Minako sighed, feeling even lonelier.
Rei had loved the other Gohan; the one Minako had downright refused to drag back in time. And she had torn apart their love as well as destroying most of Rei's chances at surviving.
Deciding to be selfish for an indulging moment, the pretty blonde woman leaned back in the slippery sand of the beach, supporting herself on her elbows, legs sprawled before her and crossed at her ankles.
What would it be like, she wondered sadly, to be in love, to carry the child you and the man you love made? She'd always thought her crush-for-the-day would be the smiling groom…but that was before Chaos, before the deep sleep, before Juunanagou and his arrogance and egotism and darkly seductive looks and personality, tugging her to him without his meaning to drive her insane…
"The stars seem so near, don't they, when you sit on this beach."
Minako hummed an absent response, distantly hearing the android that had been the subject of her thoughts crouch down beside her, his bare heels digging into the miniscule dunes littering the shoreline. From the corner of her eye, she watched him, feeling both at peace and excited wildly. Moonlight shimmered off his skin, a soft sea breeze blowing strands of his jet-black hair into his face. He sighed briefly, tossing his head once to knock the hair behind his head, where they blew without interfering with his eyesight. If anything, Minako didn't want him to turn and look at her with those intense, penetrating ice-blue eyes of his; the ones that seemed to read her mind in an instant.
"You shouldn't blame yourself," he told her quietly, voice subdued, hands resting on his bent legs, dangling between his knees. "You mustn't feel as if you are to blame."
She laughed, short and bitter, brought back down to harsh, cold, cruel reality. "You're a fine one to talk about feelings," she snipped spitefully.
Juunanagou whirled on her, perfect teeth bared as he grabbed her shoulders and pinned her to the sand, his face contorted in undiluted animalistic rage. "Don't you ever try to tell me about my feelings," he snarled, voice clipped and kept quiet for the benefit of the others in the Kame House.
"And don't you ever patronize me!" she snapped right back, trying to get out from under his lean body, refusing to look into his eyes.
"Touché," he sneered, keeping his firm grip on her shoulders, holding her to the sand.
"What are you trying to prove?" she demanded, giving up her futile tries to escape.
"Nothing," Juunanagou whispered. Slowly, he released her, pulling himself into a sitting position of sorts, one leg curled underneath him, the other leg's knee pressed against his chest, one arm lying loosely on the knee. "I," he stated carefully following a minute of silence, "will not say I'm sorry."
"And why not?" Minako rudely replied.
"Because of that!" he seethed. "Because you think I can not feel emotions, can not taste flavors, can not smell scents!"
Caught off-guard, she simply stared at him.
"But you're wrong," he finally continued, chest swelling and depressing with his thick, ragged breathing, "you're very wrong about all of that. I feel sorrow and pain and anger and want and need and trust. I taste orange and tangy and sweet and sour and burnt. I smell the wind and the rain and the thousand little nuances of the perfume you dabbed on your wrists this morning."
Minako blinked, clutching her hand to her left breast, above her heart, still lying on the ground.
He abruptly turned his head away from her, staring unseeingly out at the shining ocean.
"How can you smell my perfume after thirteen hours?" she murmured, not expecting him to hear.
"Are you joking, Minako-chan?" he arched an eyebrow, moving back to her, bending over her as he slid down from his sitting position. "I told you once that Gero improved me. I could tell you exactly what you were eating for breakfast three days ago at precisely ten-fifteen AM just by smelling your breath."
Focusing on the absurd, trying to pay no heed to the serious ring to his words, she joked, "I brush my teeth!"
"You," he growled impatiently, shifting so his face was merely centimeters from hers, "are impossible."
He ducked his head, crushing his lips to hers angrily, molding her surprised, parted lips with his own tempestuous ones.
Minako's eyes nearly defied all physical limitations; that was how quickly they widened.
Juunanagou's were closed, his eyelashes sweeping her cheeks with each pressing motion of his mouth against hers.
Her eyelids drooped shut after a moment and she cursed him silently for doing that to her.
He felt her eyelashes brush his face as she closed them and, without any warning whatsoever, he pulled away sharply.
"You," he said with a low laugh, "taste like oranges."
Blood rushed into her ears, cheeks, and neck, flushing her skin a bright color as he hauled her up to her feet.
"And you smell even better," he murmured in her ear, "than you taste."
Oh, why couldn't she _say_ anything? Her mind moaned and she hit herself mentally.
"W-we should go inside," she finally stuttered and Juunanagou nodded, brushing his fingertips along the curves and hollows of her face before he grasped her hand, lifting her own fingertips to his lips.
"That we should, little goddess," he smiled. "What are we going to tell my sister?"
"We," she shivered when he turned to walk back in, "just had an innocent talk."
"Ah. Indeed."
Staring at his back as they hurried back inside, she fleetingly wondered how many more 'innocent talks' they were going to have in the future…
*****
end "Side Story I | An Innocent Talk"
*****
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Ares Denetsu" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.