Sailor Pilots 11
Flaming Daggers
I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing. But we all know that they rock!
Catherine handed Raye a costume. "I'm glad you could join us, Raye."
Raye glanced at the costume and then to Trowa, "So'm I."
Trowa nodded from the lion's cage and watched her as she went to the dressing room.
"Hey, wake up, Trowa," Catherine said.
"Huh?" Trowa mumbled.
"You like her, don't you?"
"You mean Raye?" he questioned.
"Yes, of course Raye!"
"Oh," he continued to pet the lion's head. It let out a low purr.
"Even the animals know you like her!"
"Catherine," Trowa muttered. "Please."
"Well, to your consolation," Catherine said, folding her arms. "I like her too."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah," Catherine smiled, "she passed the big sister test. Good for her!" She unfolded her arms and pushed her brother gently, "and for you too, right?"
"Cathy!" Trowa snapped. "She could hear you!"
"The dressing room isn't near the animals' cages," Catherine said, "so she's out of earshot. Hey, maybe I can train her to throw knives too. Then she could throw them at you!"
Trowa tried not to blush, "Oh please. You're the only one I trust to throw knives at me."
"I am?"
"Of course, you only cut me once."
"I didn't mean to," she mumbled.
"I know."
"I-I'm ready," Raye said, knocking on the doorframe. She wore a costume kind of like Catherine's only it was in purple and red. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
"Nervous?" Catherine asked. She smiled and placed her hand on her shoulder.
"No, what makes you say that?" Raye whispered.
Catherine cocked her head.
Raye blushed, "I haven't been in front of crowds before." 'Except as Sailor Mars, but that's a whole other story.' She thought.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine," Catherine encouraged. "You can assist me in my knife throwing stunt."
"You're not going to throw knives at her, are you?" Trowa demanded.
"Yeah, are you?" Raye echoed.
Catherine laughed and shook her head, "Oh no. Trowa's the only one brave enough for that act. But there are some things that he's shy about."
"Cathyyyyy," Trowa groaned.
"Say, don't you think she looks nice?" Catherine asked.
Trowa looked at Raye and smiled, "Sure."
"Thanks," Raye said. "You too."
He nodded.
"I think we'd better get going," Catherine said. "Ready?"
"I am," Trowa said.
"Raye?" Catherine asked.
"What am I supposed to do?" she questioned.
"Show her your fire trick, Raye," Trowa prompted.
"Fire trick?" Catherine asked.
"Trowa," Raye mumbled.
"She can ignite things without matches or anything," Trowa explained. "I don't know how she does it."
"I'd like to see it," Catherine said.
"Well, okay," Raye took out a charm, placed it to her forehead and closed her eyes. 'Mars Fireball Charge!' she said in her mind and when she brought it away from her face, a flame danced upon the charm.
"Wow!" Catherine explained. "That's amazing."
"I wonder how she does it," Trowa commented.
"It's a secret," Raye said and the flame went out.
"Is there anything else you could do?" Catherine asked.
Raye softened her voice, "I have ESP."
"You mean, you could read people's minds?" Trowa questioned.
"No, not really," she said. "I just can sense vibes. Like, when there's something bad about to happen."
"I'm sure the audience might like that," Catherine said. "You can be like a fortune teller or something."
Raye laughed, "I don't know how to do that."
"I'm sure you could learn."
She nodded, "maybe."
"There's got to be more you could do, Raye," Trowa said.
"Well, I can read fire too."
"How?" Catherine asked.
"I'm a priestess," she replied, "I lived with my grandfather at his temple. He showed me how."
"That's pretty cool," Catherine commented. "Let's get out there and show your stuff, Raye!"
Raye nodded, "okay."
The trio stepped out onto the stage and the spotlight shined down on them. Trowa and Catherine bowed and Raye continued stand.
"Raye," Trowa whispered, "you're supposed to bow!"
"Oh," she leaned forward with an arm across her chest. "How's this?"
"Not bad."
"As you can see," announced Catherine, "we have a new person in our group. Let's make her feel welcome!"
Everyone cheered and whistled for Raye. 'I could get used to this,' Raye thought.
They started the knife-throwing act. Trowa positioned himself at the board and Raye picked up Catherine's box of knives.
"I have an idea," Raye said and took a knife out of the box. "I just hope it won't get us in trouble."
"Are you going to throw the knives, Raye?" Catherine asked.
"No, I was just going to ingnite the blades," she said, "like this." And the blade of the knife engulfed in flames. She handed it to Catherine. "Throw it."
Catherine smiled, "I like your style!"
The audience gasped and people started whispering things like, 'oh, I'd hate to be the target right now!'
'What is she doing?' Trowa thought, 'I she really going to throw that at me? Oh, no, she wouldn't.' He saw Cathy grin, 'she would! Oh, I'm dead!'
She threw the knife and it ended up two inches under Trowa's left elbow.
'Hot! Hot!' Trowa screamed in his mind.
The audience leaned forward in interest. They liked it.
'Oh, they're enjoying this!' Trowa thought.
She threw another flaming knife and it located right in the middle of his knees. Flaming knives surrounded Trowa by the end of the act. The crowd jumped up and hollered. Raye walked up and lifted up Trowa's bangs.
"What do you think?" she asked, looking into his brilliant green eyes that were full of fear and uneasiness.
"I'd like to do something else now," he whimpered, "Please?"
"Okay," she said and looked at Catherine who looked at a small clown. He came and gave Catherine a fire extinguisher and she handed it to Raye. She grinned, "Just hold still, Trowa!"
"Hey!" he cried but then it was too late. The sand from the fire extinguisher made the flames go out. (Isn't that what they put in those things anyway?) And poor Trowa was covered in it.
He started coughing and edged his way out of the knives, "thanks, I think…"
The whole audience erupted in laughter.
"Let's start the trapeze," Catherine said.
Trowa nodded. "Fine with me!"
They climbed up the high platforms. Trowa was at one end and Raye was at the other with Catherine.
"You go first," Catherine said.
"Me?" Raye mumbled, "but I don't know what to do! You go first!"
"Guests go first," Catherine said. "It's easy, Raye Just take the swing and get on. Trowa will catch you."
"Are you sure?" she asked, "I think we ticked him off!"
"He won't let you fall, Raye," Catherine said. "He likes you."
"If you say so," Raye sighed and took the swing and looked down.
"Don't look down!" Catherine shouted.
"Too late!" Raye cried and let go of the swing, "oh, I can't do this. I can't, I can't!"
"Just take the swing before people start to boo you!" Catherine took it before it got away and held it to her.
Raye swallowed. 'Oh, I can do this,' she told herself, 'I'm Sailor Mars! I've faced scarier stuff than this! But I am still getting a bad feeling!' Pushing her fear aside, she yanked the swing from Catherine; "I'll show you!" she pushed off the platform and kept her scream from escaping her throat.
Trowa swung to her and took her hands. "Afraid of the trapeze?" he asked with a grin.
"No," she hissed, holding on to him by the wrists, "don't let go of me, Trowa!"
They got to the other side of the platform and she wouldn't let go.
"Um, Raye."
"What?"
They kept swinging back and forth.
"I'm supposed to drop you at the other platform so I can get Catherine."
"No, don't' drop me!"
"Just take the bar," he said. "It's easier than you think."
She almost climbed up to his neck. "Don't let me go!"
"Raye, don't argue with me," Trowa ordered, "Just take the bar!"
"Okay, okay," she whispered and took the bar at the next swing. She almost fell but was able to climb onto the platform.
Trowa caught Catherine next and flung her to the platform.
"Catherine!" Raye threw her arms around her, "that was so scary!" she started to cry, "I can't do this!"
"Hey, the crowd likes you, see," Catherine said and turned her around to see them cheering.
"Wow!" Raye shouted and started waving, "thank you! Thank you!"
Trowa did a few spins on the swing and took off with a flip and landed on the platform.
"Show off!" Raye hissed.
"Am not," Trowa muttered.
She sighed and folded her arms. They went down the ladders and the roses threw roses at Raye and Trowa's feet.
"I think the crowd likes seeing you working together," Catherine said with a smile.
"Really?" Raye asked.
Trowa smiled and picked up a rose that just slid in between them. He handed it to Raye and kissed her cheek. She blushed and took his hand.
Following the knife throwing and trapeze act, clowns and other acrobats took the end of the show so Raye and Trowa could have a little break. They had no clue that Catherine was spying on them.
"Man, that was interesting," Raye breathed. "How do you do it?"
Trowa leaned against the lion's cage and the lion licked his ear between the bars. He chuckled a little bit and rubbed the lion's head. "I just do."
Raye sat next to him, "lions are wild animals. It could bite your hand off."
"The trick is not to be afraid of it," Trowa said and took her hand.
"Trowa."
"Shh," he pulled her hand into the cage and it came in contact with the lion's head. "See? It's not going to hurt you."
The lion licked her hand and she giggled, "Pretty cool how you bond with wild animals, Trowa. Any other secrets?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You're a very secretive guy," she said. "In the picture that Luna showed me, you look like you were hiding something. Did something happened to you in your past?"
Trowa frowned.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought at that up." She cocked her head, "I just want to know you more. That's why I was sent here."
"You have secrets too," he said.
"What do you mean?" She questioned.
"How do you set those things on fire?" he asked.
"That's a secret," she said.
He smiled, "well, until you tell me all your secrets, I won't tell you mine."
"You know I'm a sailor scout," she said, "so tell me about you!"
"You know I'm a gundam pilot and circus clown," he teased, "and that's all about me you should know anyway!"
She sighed. "I can set things on fire because I'm Sailor Mars. I have the power of fire."
"I see," he nodded. "But what exactly is a sailor scout? Will you fight again?"
"As a sailors scout? No." She shook her head, "Just like Serena said, we're not sailor scouts anymore. We're a lot stronger. But we will still fight for truth and justice and things like that."
"That's good to know," Trowa commented. "I kinda wish what you were like then."
"Enough about me," she muttered, "what about you?"
"There's not a lot to tell!" he said, "I lost my memory last year. And when I was a little kid. I grew up all-alone with a mercenary unit. They were my only family."
"That's so sad, Trowa," she sympathized, "I'm sorry. I guess that's what you were hiding. Your sad past."
"Trowa Barton isn't even my real name," he admitted. "I took it from the real Trowa Barton who was behind Operation Meteor."
"What is your real name, Trowa?" she asked.
"I had no name," he said, "everyone just called me 'No-Name.'"
"I kind of like Trowa better," Raye said.
"Me too," he said.
"Was there any one that was in your life, Trowa?" she asked.
"What?"
"A girl."
"Yeah, Catherine."
"Besides your sister."
Trowa sighed, "Midii Une."
"Une?" she echoed. "Is she related to Lady Une?"
"I don't know," he said, "We were only kids when we met. She got me in trouble."
"How?"
"Midii Une was a spy," he explained, "All she was after was money and she used me to get it."
"She had to be really desperate," Raye said, "and nuts!"
"I don't feel comfortable talking about this," he said.
"I understand. That's all over now."
"Thanks." He combed back a piece of her hair.
"Trowa," she whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Your eyes," she said, "they look so different than the first time I saw them. They looked so sad and secretive. I see something different in them now."
"And what's that?"
"Happiness," she said. "And trust. Serena was right; you do have gorgeous green eyes." She lifted his bangs. "And the longest bangs I ever did see!"
He chuckled, "and you have sweet lips."
"Huh?"
Trowa leaned forward and kissed Raye on the mouth. She blinked a couple times in surprise and slid her arms around his neck. His bangs tickled her face but she didn't seem to mind that.
"I knew he liked her," Catherine whispered, pleased. "He just can't fool me!"
To
Be Concluded. Last Chapter: Perfect Destiny.
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