Son Usagi, chapter 9
Seeing as I've gone so long without updating, a little refresher of the last chapter:
"When I first saw you just a few days ago," Trunks said, bringing a confused expression from the woman next to him.
"What?"
"That was when it started," he answered as he lowered his lips to hers. His fallen hand came up and brushed its fingertips across her cheek as, with his other, he drew her closer.
"Back when I could have set everything up to run smoothly, I saw myself from this time bored. With the princess back with her family and all of the serious threats out of the way, there was little to occupy myself with aside from work and the normal household things. So I checked to see that whatever I did would, in the end, secure the future, and then blocked off my memory of everything that happened until it did happen."
"Like you did to Neo King Trunks and the others in the future last time Diamondo came?"
"Exactly." The two sailor senshi worked in silence for several minutes, disposing of the yoma they crossed as they made their way deeper and deeper into the home of the stone prince.
And now on with chapter 9!
"Princess." The chill in the man's voice broke apart Trunks and Usagi as they looked up in surprise. Neither of them had felt his presence until that moment, but he was no shadow. He was as real as they were, as real as that can be in a dream.
"Diamondo." Usagi glared at the prince who stood at the edge of the shadows. "What do you want?"
"What have I always wanted, my love?" Diamondo's lips turned up in a mocking smile as he walked up to the couple. Both Usagi and Trunks found themselves standing again, but unable to move. "Both of you have been weakened. That pawn only said you had been weakened, Serenity, but it looks I have power over your boy here as well."
"You will never win, Diamondo," she said softly, her voice threatening.
"Oh? But I already have. Look." Usagi found her head was turning to the side, where she expected Trunks to be. The spot where he had stood just moments ago was now empty.
"You wasted too much of your strength on him, love. Now you are mine."
Trunks looked around himself franticly. He was alone. Usagi was gone, and he would bet everything that Diamondo was with her.
"Usa!" he called out, his voice echoing in the limitless space around him. There was no reply.
Pluto and Saturn stood side by side in the doorway. The light from behind outlined their forms as they stepped in, their boots softly clacking against the cold stone floor. Shadows danced around them to music beyond the senshi's hearing. Saturn took another step forward, lifting her glaive into the air. Its deadly blade began to give off a faint purple glow that stalked the shadows back to their gloomy corners.
"Arigatoo Saturn."
"Look at him," the younger girl said. Her eyes had found the still form of Diamondo, sitting on his throne. His silver hair fell over one eye carelessly; his fingers wrapped around the armrests of the chair calmly.
"He's like one of those terror kids everyone says looks like an angel when they're asleep," Saturn continued. She walked slowly up to him, brushing the bangs from over his eyes. "Its hard to believe he's so evil."
"But he is and the princess is in danger." Pluto's words snapped Saturn back. Her sympathetic eyes became hard and cold as she glared at the sleeping prince.
"Aiiii!" The scream of pain seemed only to heighten Diamondo's pleasure as his hand tightened around Usagi's throat, his fingernails carving into the pale flesh of her neck. Thin trickles of blood began to stream down her skin and stain the neckline of her dress a dark red. Her hands clawed at Diamondo's wrists, only to fall through as if they were smoke.
"Princess, none of this would be necessary if you would just accept things as they are meant to be," he said, smirking. Usagi could feel her lungs gasping for air through his tightened fingers as her body struggled to break free. Her feet dangled helplessly above the ground.
She was too weak. She knew it. Her soul could not loose the energy it would need to break free from his superhuman grip. Ah she struggled and kicked, she felt her body began to fail. Tears fell from her panicked eyes and mixed with ruby blood. The pink liquid continued to flow down her neck as movement became lethargic.
"Pluto!" Saturn's alarmed voice reached across the dark room to where the oldest senshi was considering the death of a prince. She turned and ran towards where the young girl stared into a hovering globe. It gave off no light, the reason why they had overlooked it, yet somehow portrayed a scene with the prince and princess.
Pluto looked closely, her eyes narrowed. They were not moving, yet she felt it was more then just an image. Suddenly she could see the lips of the prince move in silent words. The faint kick of Usagi's foot in response to whatever he said only made certain Pluto's guess.
Without waiting another moment, the time senshi turned and brought her staff around. The red globe pulsed, bringing a bloody light to the room as she silently chanted the words of her attack.
Usagi suddenly found herself on the ground while air rushed into her suffocating lungs. Several moments passed before she had the strength to look up. When she finally did, she saw Diamondo hunched over a short distance away. Blood splattered from his mouth when he coughed, mingling with drops of Usagi's.
"Shimatta," the white prince groaned. He slowly stood to his full height again and looked at Usagi. "Seems you have help, princess." His blood stained lips curled into a wicked smile as he slowly walked towards her. "I suppose we will just finish this up quickly then."
"Why are you trying to kill me?" Usagi whispered as she tried to scoot away from the madman.
"Because I love you." His eyes took on an almost peaceful haze as he lifted her chin so their eyes met. He leaned forward, and with unexpected gentleness, kissed her lips. Usagi could taste his blood as she tried to pull away. "And no one else can have you," Diamondo whispered against her lips.
The princess felt a cold shock stab it's way through her heart as the stone prince stepped away. His hands were covered in blood. His blood? Hers? She felt what strength she had left ebbing away and her head dropped from weakness.
The cold shock was no longer cold. It was fiery hot. Her drooping eyes fell on a dagger, pressed up to the hilt into her chest. Diamonds sprinkled over its surface, glinting in the faint light.
A stab of intense pain shocked through Trunk's figure. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest as he took deep breaths.
"This is a dream, nothing can harm me here," he whispered as he pulled his hands from his front. Blood dripped from his fingers to the ground in sparkling ruby drops. He forced himself to continue breathing and as the minutes passed, he felt the blood rushing and the pain increase.
"Let me find her first." he groaned to himself as he clenched his fist. He felt the wind knocked out of him as if a fist slammed into the mysterious wound. His breath exited his lungs and his eyes closed in pain as hot blood sprayed behind him and took shape in enormous, jagged red wings.
Energy ran through his entire body, and it felt like every last inch of him were crackling with electricity. His hair paled to almost white and grew down his back. His eyes flashed as they changed to a dark, almost black red, and his blood soaked clothes flapped in a mysterious wind. His wings stretched out behind him as the last of the pain faded away.
He looked down at his hands as most of the feeling vanished with the pain. There was still something else within him though. And whatever it was, he knew it was telling him Usagi was dieing.
He started walking forward. The darkness separated and let him pass.
Usagi coughed and watched as more of her life fell to the ground and spattered across her feet.
"Princess, now we will be together to the end of eternity. In death." Diamondo's eyes flashed as he pulled the dagger from Usagi's chest. The princess fell to the ground. Her eyes turned away from the blood that seeped through her fingers. She looked once more at Diamondo.
"You are wrong. The gods will not let your soul continue to exist in any form, Diamondo," she whispered. The diamonds on the dagger the prince held began to glow red, the same blood red that coated the ground in a shimmering sheet.
"Our blood is mixed. Our souls are intertwined, princess." He held the flat of the blade to his cheek. He watched her disgusted eyes as he turned the dagger just enough for the bloody blade to separate the flesh of his skin. Fresh blood sprung to the surface to mingle with the red liquid still on his lips and the dagger.
"Stop spurting such idiotic nonsense," a dark voice said as its owner stepped from the shadows. His blood wings were spread out in horrific beauty and his eyes flashed with the energy that encircled him. To the dieing princess, he looked like a magnificent Shinigami, god of death.
"I don't think I mind dieing anymore," she whispered as she sat on the floor. Her eyes began to glaze over and a faint smile curved her bloody lips.
"Usagi," Trunks whispered as he crossed the distance that separated them. Glaring at Diamondo, he brought her into his arms. "Usagi, you can't leave yet. You only just came back to your parents. And me," he softly argued.
"I guess it is your choice," she replied quietly. She lifted her hand to his cheek and brushed his white-lavender hair away from his eyes.
"It is too late for her, you might as well let her go." Trunks turned his head up to see Diamondo standing not far off.
"I'm so cold." Usagi whispered. Trunks turned back to her. He found his eyesight going blurry and, without thinking of it, wrapped his wings around them to warm her up.
"Gomen Trunks-kun," she said with a smile.
"Don't die, Usa-chan."
Her eyes closed. With a final rise and fall of her chest, she was still.
Low-level agents hurried around the mansion. Candles covered every surface available, some freshly lit and others near the end of their lives. As they extinguished themselves, the staff would assist the life linked to the candle to their place in death.
Suddenly all of the billions of candles crackled loudly. Murmurings among the staff picked up as one young soul realized the meaning of the event.
"Pluto kept her word! He's returned to us!!"
"Now we must keep ours," an older spirit interrupted as she stepped up to a dais in the main room. Several candles flickered brightly upon the dais, except for one of pale, almost white purple. It flashed dangerously, the flame bright red. The sign of a soul almost lost.
"Can you do it?"
"He is not here to do it for us. We have no choice unless we want to loose him again." She brought her hands down around the wick of the threatened candle. Slowly, the wick stopped flashing and again burned with the same unfrenzied glow as the others. The old spirit was not the only one to notice its color remained the same though.
"This one and our king have become connected it seems," she said, smiling faintly.
Trunks stood up and faced Diamondo. His wings were stretched out once again and wind began to swirl around the two of them.
"You cannot do anything to me. I am already dieing," Diamondo said calmly. As if to prove his point, he grabbed at his throat as a fresh round of coughs brought bright red blood to his lips. As he let the liquid drain from his mouth, he turned his eyes back to Trunks.
For his part, Trunks did not take his anger out on the dieing prince. He found his mind strangely calm as he kneeled down to pick up the disposed dagger. The stones in the hilt had fully taken on the red cast of the blood, and pulsated as if to the beating of a heart.
"Enjoy these last moments. You will regret them for the rest of eternity." Trunks turned away from Diamondo as the stone prince fell to the ground with the last of his strength.
Trunks took one last look at Usagi's fallen dream form and, as he closed his eyes, vanished.
Bulma and Gohan had given up all hope of their experiment and now only watched as Trunks slept. Once he woke, they would ask what had happened and if he had any ideas. Until then.
They did not have to wait long. As Bulma took another quick glance at the brain wave monitor, she noticed an unusual pattern.
"I think he's waking up," she whispered to Gohan. The younger man looked up at the monitor as well, then back at his friend. Trunks's eyes began to flicker, then slowly opened completely.
"Its over," he whispered.
"Trunks," Bulma said as she rushed to his side. "We weren't sure what was going on. First your heart, then all kinds of different patterns on the monitor. I was afraid you'd end up like Usa!"
"Usagi." For the first time, the others noticed a dagger in Trunks's hand. A beautiful, flawless silver blade with red stones embedded in the hilt that flickered with their own internal life.
"We were trying to record your brainwave pattern when you woke, and then find a way to replicate it in Usagi. But when you began having so many complications, we found that any readings would be flawed," Gohan explained with a sigh. "We can try again tomorrow."
"No we can't."
"Nani? Why not?" Bulma asked.
"Usagi is dead," Trunks said stonily. Bulma stared at her son. The moment Trunks said his sister was dead, Gohan ran from the room at a speed only a sayijin could accomplish.
A hush washed over the shadow realm. The light around the fallen princess began to retreat and Diamondo suddenly found it very difficult to see. If that was more because of the dimming light, or his own dimming life, the prince could not tell.
"Well Serenity, I was right after all. We will be together until the end."
"I'm afraid you were wrong, Diamondo." He looked over at the fallen princess. She had not moved, yet it was her voice that spoke.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes searching for the source of her voice.
"You are not yourself, prince. Though I doubt you ever really were." Diamondo found his eyes turning in the opposite direction of Usagi's body. A small, black slippered foot slipped from the darkness of the shadows. "In death, your mind will once again be your own."
She stepped forward again, into the dim light. Though her slippers were black, her dress was the same flawless white she had worn before the blood began to flow. The bottom of the dress brushed against her knees as she walked across the distance to Diamondo. The neck of the dress wrapped around her neck like a choker. The silly balls from her princess gown were gone, her shoulders bare. Obsidian gloves covered her hands as she kneeled down and took his chin in one. Silk, his fading mind told him as she brushed his hair back from his eyes.
"No, you did not kill me," she said softly, answering his silent question. Her lips curved up into a smile. He found himself imitating her as peace washed over him much like the hush had silenced the realm. "Your next life will be quiet, prince. Sleep." She brushed her hands over his eyes as he fell limp to the ground. "My servants will see to you now."
Okay, just one more chapter and this will all be done. Sorry this chapter took so long! I had the worst case of writers block a few months back, and while talking to a friend, I just decided I was going to give this and my other two stories a break. Donno when work on A14 and Amazon Princess will continue. Depends if I get any death threats to continue or not.
Bet you thought Trunks would be Shinigami, didn't ya? Well, so did I! When I started working on this again last night though, I saw how easy it'd be to make a slight twist to my original intentions. But DBZ fans, remember the wings and dagger! Trunks isn't just your regular sayijin anymore.
Last few notes, I promise. The wings came from Weiss Kreuz. On the tape I got for my birthday, (Thanks M-chan!!!) after the oav episodes, there are music vids. Not fan made, but very beautiful. In the first one, Aya is alone among an endless stretch of white crosses. He stands up and walks forward, and suddenly a spear is thrown through his chest. As he hunches forward slightly, blood flys from his back and, for a moment anyway, forms beautiful wings.
Quick last note. I want to thank my imouto, Umi-chan for helping me. Despite her disgust at any crossover between Sailor Moon and DBZ, she helped me work on this after such a long break.
I'll try and get the last part up within a day or two. No long breaks this time! If I'm this close to finishing, no way I'm stopping now.
~Jade Nova
moon_archer82@lunap.com
Seeing as I've gone so long without updating, a little refresher of the last chapter:
"When I first saw you just a few days ago," Trunks said, bringing a confused expression from the woman next to him.
"What?"
"That was when it started," he answered as he lowered his lips to hers. His fallen hand came up and brushed its fingertips across her cheek as, with his other, he drew her closer.
"Back when I could have set everything up to run smoothly, I saw myself from this time bored. With the princess back with her family and all of the serious threats out of the way, there was little to occupy myself with aside from work and the normal household things. So I checked to see that whatever I did would, in the end, secure the future, and then blocked off my memory of everything that happened until it did happen."
"Like you did to Neo King Trunks and the others in the future last time Diamondo came?"
"Exactly." The two sailor senshi worked in silence for several minutes, disposing of the yoma they crossed as they made their way deeper and deeper into the home of the stone prince.
And now on with chapter 9!
"Princess." The chill in the man's voice broke apart Trunks and Usagi as they looked up in surprise. Neither of them had felt his presence until that moment, but he was no shadow. He was as real as they were, as real as that can be in a dream.
"Diamondo." Usagi glared at the prince who stood at the edge of the shadows. "What do you want?"
"What have I always wanted, my love?" Diamondo's lips turned up in a mocking smile as he walked up to the couple. Both Usagi and Trunks found themselves standing again, but unable to move. "Both of you have been weakened. That pawn only said you had been weakened, Serenity, but it looks I have power over your boy here as well."
"You will never win, Diamondo," she said softly, her voice threatening.
"Oh? But I already have. Look." Usagi found her head was turning to the side, where she expected Trunks to be. The spot where he had stood just moments ago was now empty.
"You wasted too much of your strength on him, love. Now you are mine."
Trunks looked around himself franticly. He was alone. Usagi was gone, and he would bet everything that Diamondo was with her.
"Usa!" he called out, his voice echoing in the limitless space around him. There was no reply.
Pluto and Saturn stood side by side in the doorway. The light from behind outlined their forms as they stepped in, their boots softly clacking against the cold stone floor. Shadows danced around them to music beyond the senshi's hearing. Saturn took another step forward, lifting her glaive into the air. Its deadly blade began to give off a faint purple glow that stalked the shadows back to their gloomy corners.
"Arigatoo Saturn."
"Look at him," the younger girl said. Her eyes had found the still form of Diamondo, sitting on his throne. His silver hair fell over one eye carelessly; his fingers wrapped around the armrests of the chair calmly.
"He's like one of those terror kids everyone says looks like an angel when they're asleep," Saturn continued. She walked slowly up to him, brushing the bangs from over his eyes. "Its hard to believe he's so evil."
"But he is and the princess is in danger." Pluto's words snapped Saturn back. Her sympathetic eyes became hard and cold as she glared at the sleeping prince.
"Aiiii!" The scream of pain seemed only to heighten Diamondo's pleasure as his hand tightened around Usagi's throat, his fingernails carving into the pale flesh of her neck. Thin trickles of blood began to stream down her skin and stain the neckline of her dress a dark red. Her hands clawed at Diamondo's wrists, only to fall through as if they were smoke.
"Princess, none of this would be necessary if you would just accept things as they are meant to be," he said, smirking. Usagi could feel her lungs gasping for air through his tightened fingers as her body struggled to break free. Her feet dangled helplessly above the ground.
She was too weak. She knew it. Her soul could not loose the energy it would need to break free from his superhuman grip. Ah she struggled and kicked, she felt her body began to fail. Tears fell from her panicked eyes and mixed with ruby blood. The pink liquid continued to flow down her neck as movement became lethargic.
"Pluto!" Saturn's alarmed voice reached across the dark room to where the oldest senshi was considering the death of a prince. She turned and ran towards where the young girl stared into a hovering globe. It gave off no light, the reason why they had overlooked it, yet somehow portrayed a scene with the prince and princess.
Pluto looked closely, her eyes narrowed. They were not moving, yet she felt it was more then just an image. Suddenly she could see the lips of the prince move in silent words. The faint kick of Usagi's foot in response to whatever he said only made certain Pluto's guess.
Without waiting another moment, the time senshi turned and brought her staff around. The red globe pulsed, bringing a bloody light to the room as she silently chanted the words of her attack.
Usagi suddenly found herself on the ground while air rushed into her suffocating lungs. Several moments passed before she had the strength to look up. When she finally did, she saw Diamondo hunched over a short distance away. Blood splattered from his mouth when he coughed, mingling with drops of Usagi's.
"Shimatta," the white prince groaned. He slowly stood to his full height again and looked at Usagi. "Seems you have help, princess." His blood stained lips curled into a wicked smile as he slowly walked towards her. "I suppose we will just finish this up quickly then."
"Why are you trying to kill me?" Usagi whispered as she tried to scoot away from the madman.
"Because I love you." His eyes took on an almost peaceful haze as he lifted her chin so their eyes met. He leaned forward, and with unexpected gentleness, kissed her lips. Usagi could taste his blood as she tried to pull away. "And no one else can have you," Diamondo whispered against her lips.
The princess felt a cold shock stab it's way through her heart as the stone prince stepped away. His hands were covered in blood. His blood? Hers? She felt what strength she had left ebbing away and her head dropped from weakness.
The cold shock was no longer cold. It was fiery hot. Her drooping eyes fell on a dagger, pressed up to the hilt into her chest. Diamonds sprinkled over its surface, glinting in the faint light.
A stab of intense pain shocked through Trunk's figure. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest as he took deep breaths.
"This is a dream, nothing can harm me here," he whispered as he pulled his hands from his front. Blood dripped from his fingers to the ground in sparkling ruby drops. He forced himself to continue breathing and as the minutes passed, he felt the blood rushing and the pain increase.
"Let me find her first." he groaned to himself as he clenched his fist. He felt the wind knocked out of him as if a fist slammed into the mysterious wound. His breath exited his lungs and his eyes closed in pain as hot blood sprayed behind him and took shape in enormous, jagged red wings.
Energy ran through his entire body, and it felt like every last inch of him were crackling with electricity. His hair paled to almost white and grew down his back. His eyes flashed as they changed to a dark, almost black red, and his blood soaked clothes flapped in a mysterious wind. His wings stretched out behind him as the last of the pain faded away.
He looked down at his hands as most of the feeling vanished with the pain. There was still something else within him though. And whatever it was, he knew it was telling him Usagi was dieing.
He started walking forward. The darkness separated and let him pass.
Usagi coughed and watched as more of her life fell to the ground and spattered across her feet.
"Princess, now we will be together to the end of eternity. In death." Diamondo's eyes flashed as he pulled the dagger from Usagi's chest. The princess fell to the ground. Her eyes turned away from the blood that seeped through her fingers. She looked once more at Diamondo.
"You are wrong. The gods will not let your soul continue to exist in any form, Diamondo," she whispered. The diamonds on the dagger the prince held began to glow red, the same blood red that coated the ground in a shimmering sheet.
"Our blood is mixed. Our souls are intertwined, princess." He held the flat of the blade to his cheek. He watched her disgusted eyes as he turned the dagger just enough for the bloody blade to separate the flesh of his skin. Fresh blood sprung to the surface to mingle with the red liquid still on his lips and the dagger.
"Stop spurting such idiotic nonsense," a dark voice said as its owner stepped from the shadows. His blood wings were spread out in horrific beauty and his eyes flashed with the energy that encircled him. To the dieing princess, he looked like a magnificent Shinigami, god of death.
"I don't think I mind dieing anymore," she whispered as she sat on the floor. Her eyes began to glaze over and a faint smile curved her bloody lips.
"Usagi," Trunks whispered as he crossed the distance that separated them. Glaring at Diamondo, he brought her into his arms. "Usagi, you can't leave yet. You only just came back to your parents. And me," he softly argued.
"I guess it is your choice," she replied quietly. She lifted her hand to his cheek and brushed his white-lavender hair away from his eyes.
"It is too late for her, you might as well let her go." Trunks turned his head up to see Diamondo standing not far off.
"I'm so cold." Usagi whispered. Trunks turned back to her. He found his eyesight going blurry and, without thinking of it, wrapped his wings around them to warm her up.
"Gomen Trunks-kun," she said with a smile.
"Don't die, Usa-chan."
Her eyes closed. With a final rise and fall of her chest, she was still.
Low-level agents hurried around the mansion. Candles covered every surface available, some freshly lit and others near the end of their lives. As they extinguished themselves, the staff would assist the life linked to the candle to their place in death.
Suddenly all of the billions of candles crackled loudly. Murmurings among the staff picked up as one young soul realized the meaning of the event.
"Pluto kept her word! He's returned to us!!"
"Now we must keep ours," an older spirit interrupted as she stepped up to a dais in the main room. Several candles flickered brightly upon the dais, except for one of pale, almost white purple. It flashed dangerously, the flame bright red. The sign of a soul almost lost.
"Can you do it?"
"He is not here to do it for us. We have no choice unless we want to loose him again." She brought her hands down around the wick of the threatened candle. Slowly, the wick stopped flashing and again burned with the same unfrenzied glow as the others. The old spirit was not the only one to notice its color remained the same though.
"This one and our king have become connected it seems," she said, smiling faintly.
Trunks stood up and faced Diamondo. His wings were stretched out once again and wind began to swirl around the two of them.
"You cannot do anything to me. I am already dieing," Diamondo said calmly. As if to prove his point, he grabbed at his throat as a fresh round of coughs brought bright red blood to his lips. As he let the liquid drain from his mouth, he turned his eyes back to Trunks.
For his part, Trunks did not take his anger out on the dieing prince. He found his mind strangely calm as he kneeled down to pick up the disposed dagger. The stones in the hilt had fully taken on the red cast of the blood, and pulsated as if to the beating of a heart.
"Enjoy these last moments. You will regret them for the rest of eternity." Trunks turned away from Diamondo as the stone prince fell to the ground with the last of his strength.
Trunks took one last look at Usagi's fallen dream form and, as he closed his eyes, vanished.
Bulma and Gohan had given up all hope of their experiment and now only watched as Trunks slept. Once he woke, they would ask what had happened and if he had any ideas. Until then.
They did not have to wait long. As Bulma took another quick glance at the brain wave monitor, she noticed an unusual pattern.
"I think he's waking up," she whispered to Gohan. The younger man looked up at the monitor as well, then back at his friend. Trunks's eyes began to flicker, then slowly opened completely.
"Its over," he whispered.
"Trunks," Bulma said as she rushed to his side. "We weren't sure what was going on. First your heart, then all kinds of different patterns on the monitor. I was afraid you'd end up like Usa!"
"Usagi." For the first time, the others noticed a dagger in Trunks's hand. A beautiful, flawless silver blade with red stones embedded in the hilt that flickered with their own internal life.
"We were trying to record your brainwave pattern when you woke, and then find a way to replicate it in Usagi. But when you began having so many complications, we found that any readings would be flawed," Gohan explained with a sigh. "We can try again tomorrow."
"No we can't."
"Nani? Why not?" Bulma asked.
"Usagi is dead," Trunks said stonily. Bulma stared at her son. The moment Trunks said his sister was dead, Gohan ran from the room at a speed only a sayijin could accomplish.
A hush washed over the shadow realm. The light around the fallen princess began to retreat and Diamondo suddenly found it very difficult to see. If that was more because of the dimming light, or his own dimming life, the prince could not tell.
"Well Serenity, I was right after all. We will be together until the end."
"I'm afraid you were wrong, Diamondo." He looked over at the fallen princess. She had not moved, yet it was her voice that spoke.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes searching for the source of her voice.
"You are not yourself, prince. Though I doubt you ever really were." Diamondo found his eyes turning in the opposite direction of Usagi's body. A small, black slippered foot slipped from the darkness of the shadows. "In death, your mind will once again be your own."
She stepped forward again, into the dim light. Though her slippers were black, her dress was the same flawless white she had worn before the blood began to flow. The bottom of the dress brushed against her knees as she walked across the distance to Diamondo. The neck of the dress wrapped around her neck like a choker. The silly balls from her princess gown were gone, her shoulders bare. Obsidian gloves covered her hands as she kneeled down and took his chin in one. Silk, his fading mind told him as she brushed his hair back from his eyes.
"No, you did not kill me," she said softly, answering his silent question. Her lips curved up into a smile. He found himself imitating her as peace washed over him much like the hush had silenced the realm. "Your next life will be quiet, prince. Sleep." She brushed her hands over his eyes as he fell limp to the ground. "My servants will see to you now."
Okay, just one more chapter and this will all be done. Sorry this chapter took so long! I had the worst case of writers block a few months back, and while talking to a friend, I just decided I was going to give this and my other two stories a break. Donno when work on A14 and Amazon Princess will continue. Depends if I get any death threats to continue or not.
Bet you thought Trunks would be Shinigami, didn't ya? Well, so did I! When I started working on this again last night though, I saw how easy it'd be to make a slight twist to my original intentions. But DBZ fans, remember the wings and dagger! Trunks isn't just your regular sayijin anymore.
Last few notes, I promise. The wings came from Weiss Kreuz. On the tape I got for my birthday, (Thanks M-chan!!!) after the oav episodes, there are music vids. Not fan made, but very beautiful. In the first one, Aya is alone among an endless stretch of white crosses. He stands up and walks forward, and suddenly a spear is thrown through his chest. As he hunches forward slightly, blood flys from his back and, for a moment anyway, forms beautiful wings.
Quick last note. I want to thank my imouto, Umi-chan for helping me. Despite her disgust at any crossover between Sailor Moon and DBZ, she helped me work on this after such a long break.
I'll try and get the last part up within a day or two. No long breaks this time! If I'm this close to finishing, no way I'm stopping now.
~Jade Nova
moon_archer82@lunap.com
