Strength of the Heart
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Strength of the Heart
An FY/SM Xover Romance
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standard disclaimers
Author's Note: Yes, there's a prequel to explain how the Seishi ended up in our world, but it's not finished- just accept they're there, and enjoy the story, ne?


Makoto was bounding down the street with a great deal of energy, smiling cheerfully. It had been so very long since she hadn't had to worry about an enemy trying to conquer the Earth, and she was bound and determined that she would enjoy it. The sky was clear, her homework was finished, and there were certainly some cute guys out there for her to fall in love with.
Every now and then she would hesitate wistfully in front of a window, wishing one of her friends- preferably Minako- were here with her, giggling. She never really liked being alone, but today was one of those days where all the other Senshi had other things to do, things that involved families.
Shaking herself out of her reverie, she turned around a corner, only to crash head-first into someone else. She had been moving with such speed that she bowled the person over.
Makoto lay on top the person for a moment, looking down into a pair of stunned purple eyes. "Gomen!" she said hurriedly, rolling off of him, and coming to her feet hastily.
"Not a problem," the man answered, coming to his feet easily.
The man was beautiful, and Makoto would have thought that he was a woman if she hadn't had a nice feel of his chest. Only a few centimeters taller then herself, he had unusual lavender hair to match his striking eyes, and his braid hung down to his hips, the longest hair she'd ever seen on a male, aside from the Starlights. His features were delicate, and he possessed a lean build that reminded her of Haruka, in an odd sort of way. Underneath his left eye was a delicate beauty mark.
She wasn't aware that she'd been staring until the man laughed, a rippling sound that tingled pleasantly on her ear. "Never seen a such a beautiful specimen before, have you?" he teased.
Makoto felt a blush creep across her skin, and her green eyes widened. "I..." she trailed off as he giggled cheerily, and waved a hand with languid grace.
"It's not a problem, I'm used to people viewing me rather... oddly," he said, eyes sparkling merrily. "I'm Chou Ryuuen," he said, after hesitating a second.
She smiled at him cheerfully. "My name is Kino Makoto, but my friends call me Mako-chan."
"Well, Mako-chan, I hope I can be one of those friends someday," he replied.
Normally, by this point, Makoto would have been falling deep into "crush" at this point, but something about Ryuuen prevented that. There was an aura of sadness about him, something that called to her on a level she couldn't quite define. "Unless you make me angry, I'm everyone's friend," she said.
He laughed again, and she decided she liked the sound. "My philosophy exactly. What are you doing today?" he asked.
She smiled cheerfully. "I was going to shop, then maybe play some video games, then perhaps get something to eat."
He grinned. "I love to shop! Do you mind if I tag along?" he asked.
"Uh- I guess that's ok," she said, not exactly sure if it was. A strange man, out of nowhere, was voluntarily going shopping with her? It seemed too good to be true- and as a Senshi, she had learned that it probably was. Still, she could enjoy it until it ended.
Ryuuen wrapped his arm through her own, and winked. "Where shall we go, m'lady?"
Unable to believe her luck, she started for the mall.
The next few hours were some of the strangest and most enjoyable of her life. Ryuuen proved to be a good companion, and seemed to truly enjoy shopping as much as any of her friends.
Makoto held up a long dress in front of a mirror, trying to picture how she would look in it. Ryuuen looked it over with a critical eye. "I don't think that one is right for you- it'll make you look top-heavy," he said bluntly.
She spun around, trying to refrain from hitting him. She was a strong girl, and could easily send him flying. "Nani?!" she roared.
Ryuuen brought his hands up in front of his chest defensively. "I'm being honest!" he stated. "You have a great figure, but you have to keep it balanced!" he declared.
She looked at the dress, then at him. The dress was a beautiful piece of satin, but it DID had ruffles around the neckline... he might just be right. She frowned at it, trying to decide what to do. He must have sensed her hesitation, because his kawaii smile returned and he grabbed her left hand, pulling her along with an easy strength that surprised her, especially when she looked at his lithe build. "I haven't been in town long, but I did discover a store I like a lot. It might have the right thing for you."
She really wasn't looking to buy anything today, but consented to his plans. When he turned her off the main drag and onto one of the smaller side-streets, a feeling of dread began deep inside. Usually it was small shops that became a focus of energy-draining attacks, and though they hadn't seen any such attacks since the Black Moon, things could easily change. She swallowed that feeling, reminding herself that she was Sailor Jupiter, the strongest of the Senshi. It was her duty to inspect anything that looked suspicious.
Finally he came to a small shop that had a beaded curtain for a door. He pushed right through it, then dropped her hand and raced toward a small woman who was sitting behind a counter, apparently embroidering something. "Kimi-chan!" he squealed, lifting the woman to her feet and swinging her around. Finally he set her down, merriment dancing in his eyes.
The woman was flushed, and Makoto moved closer and was surprised to see that Kimi was easily in her fifties. Kimi laughed lightly. "Flatterer. It won't help you- I told you your clothes would be another two weeks, and I meant it."
Ryuuen pouted playfully, and Makoto just stared. This certainly hadn't been what she'd been expecting. Ryuuen was unlike anyone she'd ever met before, but the closest she could come was... Fish-eye. A cross-dressing man who wanted, more then anything, to be a women... and Fish-eye had been a VERY homosexual man. "But Kimi-chan...." he whined.
She tsked, then smiled up at Makoto. "Konnichi wa. My name is Kimiko, no matter what this rascal may have told you. What can I do for you?"
Makoto started to stammer something, but Ryuuen cut her off. "We're looking for a dress- something she can wear on special occasions."
Kimiko's mouth pulled up into a smile, revealing her wrinkles she had gotten through years of smiling. "Something unique... perhaps in green?"
Ryuuen ran an eye over Makoto's curves critically. There was nothing sexual in his look, which started to confirm Makoto's suspicion that he was gay. Then he lowered his long lashes thoughtfully. "I don't think so. She wears green a lot, I bet- let's try something different. Brown. A rich chocolate brown."
"I AM here, Ryuuen!" Makoto finally protested.
He smiled at her, something he seemed to do a lot of, though there was sadness in his eyes. "Trust me on this one, Mako-chan. I've had a lot of experience with clothing, and I want to make sure you look as beautiful as you are."
Kimiko had disappeared into a room and finally emerged carrying a bolt of brown fabric. With a proud smiled, Kimiko proffered it to her. Makoto looked at it with a critical eye, but finally picked it up. She inhaled in surprise- the cloth was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, a combination of satin and the finest silk. The material seemed to flow under her fingers, and she noted the subtle shading of browns and even some copper in the weave. "This is beautiful!" she exclaimed, then her face fell. "There's no way I'll be able to pay for it, though."
Kimiko waved a finger. "I don't accept money, anyway. I work on a barter system."
"Barter?" Makoto asked warily.
"Hai. My family has plenty of money, but I get bored too easily to live in luxury. So I make clothes for people who do me favors."
Makoto's spidey-sense was tingling, but Ryuuen put it to rest. "I do housework- a lot of heavy lifting, fixing things, stuff like that. You mentioned to me you liked to cook. Maybe making some cakes or something would be a fair trade?"
Kimiko's smile nearly took in her ears. "If you know how to make a good chocolate-chocolate cake, and maybe some lasagna, that would be wonderful."
"Just a meal in exchange for an outfit make of material like this?!" Makoto asked.
"But the food has to be good. I trust Ryuuen enough to assume that one of his friends is reliable," Kimiko said, watching as the lavender-haired man started to wander around her shop.
"I only met him today," Makoto felt compelled to inform her.
"And I've only known him for a little over three weeks," Kimiko answered. "But there's just something about him that makes you feel like you've known him forever. He has a good heart, and there's something special about him- a good catch, he is."
Makoto was tempted to tell Kimiko of her suspicions over Ryuuen's sexual preferences, but restrained herself. The two women fell into a chat over possible cuts and designs, ignoring the occasional delighted squeals Ryuuen produced when he found something that interested him particularly.
Ryuuen finally came back to the pair of ladies. "Do you have any idea for a pattern, Kimi-chan?" he asked.
"Like I'd tell you, you silly boy!" Kimiko scolded.
Ryuuen tossed his braid and put his hands on his hips in a very feminine posture. "We-ell," he drawled, stringing out the word, "I guess that means Mako-chan and I will just have to go somewhere else," he said. He wrapped a firm hand around Makoto's wrist and started to pull her from the shop.
"Matte!" Makoto said, wondering why she was letting this lunatic drag her around, "I haven't even been measured!"
"I can tell by looking at you, dear," Kimiko called. The older lady picked up her embroidery, seemingly completely unoffended by Ryuuen's sudden rudeness.
Makoto finally gave in and let herself be dragged off. "You're a strange one, Ryuuen-kun," she said as they returned to the mainstreet.
"I thought we had already established that," he told her. Then he gave her a smile that would melt the coldest heart, his lavender hair shining in the mid-afternoon sun. "I remember you mentioning something about video games, but I unfortunately have to go home to do my homework. Perhaps we could do the arcade some other time?" he asked hopefully.
Makoto heard the loneliness in his voice, and wondered about it. How could anyone like Ryuuen not have a bunch of friends? With his friendly nature, it seemed impossible for someone to hate him. She grinned at him. "Hai! How about tomorrow?"
He nodded, eager and graceful. "I'll meet you here?" he asked.
She agreed and they exchanged phone numbers. Then with a careless wave, Ryuuen was off, and Makoto was amazed that she had only met him a few hours before. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

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Nuriko settled into the comfortable chair, relieved that they were renting such a nice place. Being housemates with the rest of the shichiseishi wasn't his idea of an easy life, but things were never boring. At least they had been able to find a seven-bedroom house, something he had believed was impossible until he had seen it. Nuriko was relieved for the space, something that the others would have believed impossible if they had known it.
Miaka's world was as strange and wonderful as he had been told. But it was a lonely place as well. His fellows were out beginning to discover new lives for themselves, yet Nuriko was unable to move on as Chou Ryuuen, a simple high school senior. He seemed to be more tied to the past then the rest of them.
Not that he expected the others to allow him to live in their pockets... it was he had no idea how to live for himself, and not Kourin or Miaka. Kourin was at peace, and Miaka had Taka to keep her company. So that left Nuriko at loose ends.
None of the others shared his interests, which wasn't surprising. While Hotohori could occasionally be talked into going shopping for clothes, the times were few and far between. Nuriko longed to have someone to gossip with, and maybe someone who could understand the fear that had become a part of his life. He just couldn't admit that the fear was there... cold, snow... that monster... he shook his head before he could drown in those images again. Waking up every night in a cold sweat was enough... he refused to allow those dark dreams dominate his day as well.
Nuriko picked up his textbook and opened it to his assignment. Luckily he had already mastered Chinese, so this really was brainless work for him. He allowed his thoughts to wander to the girl he had met earlier, and a smile traced his lips.
Contrary to what others might say, Nuriko was not gay. When he had been Lady Kourin, she had fallen in love with the Emperor, just as her sister would have. Lady Kourin was a distinct entity from Nuriko, and Nuriko supposed that Chou Ryuuen would eventually become just as distinctive. Right now he was working on establishing who he really was, and Makoto was Ryuuen's first friend.
The girl had a sadness about her that called to him, made him believe that if they ever got close enough for him to tell her the truth of his background, she would be able to understand what was so wrong with him... and she wouldn't laugh, and he wouldn't lose her respect.
Besides, she knew how to shop and could keep up with him. He looked forward to their expedition tomorrow.. and used that thought to overwhelm the sense of desolation that came when he flipped the page to see a painted winter scene.
Cold... snow... that damn rock....

END PART ONE