Follow The Stars: The Fated four


AN: Ahh more reviews!!! I love reviews! Ok. This contains crappy peotry. I can't write peotry.

Mini Vocabulary:
Bower: bedroom
Thrall, lemen, mistress: concubine
Steward: housekeeper, accountant.

AGES
Raine: 28
Setsuna:29
Haruka:30
Michiru:27
Hotaru:26
Ami:15
Rei:17
Minako:16
Makoto:18

Milliardo:35
Heero:26
Duo:25
Trowa:30
Quatre:24
Wufei:29
Dragan:24
Carter:23
Lai:19
Aidan:25


.......I need you, Setsuna-sensei...Suna-mama
Rei walked about in her small cell of a room. Locked up in a building she had no clue about, she was ready to kill. ALmost spitting with anger, she remember the high and mighty shit head that put her in here. Bastard.
.....Rei glanced awkwardly at Trowa Barton, his eyes still peircing at her. She smiled timidly and motioned him over. Looking sweet and innocent, Trowa didn't realize that the little hellion was ready to strike. He was prepared to wrap his arms around her when she drove her knee in his..er....special area ^^''.
He just bit his lip, smiled at her, and then gave her a blow to knock her out and make her easier to handle.
" You don't realize that You will be killed. I'm just protecting you, firebrand."...... Of course she didn't here these words , as she had been knocked out...
It irked her to know that she was so easily over come by someone, and Rei began to curse her prediciment.

.....Ruka-papa, where are you?
Mako sat in a room, tied to a chair. Showing signs of a bloody struggle, Makoto noticed blood running down her face, and bruises on her legs. She began to groan, knowing she was in far more danger than she imagined.
" I'm going to kill you." She said, her voice like poison, as she hissed at Quatre Winner, who was watching amused. What strength.
" You know, I don't want to hurt you, and I am in desprete need of a steward. Would you fill the spot? Or you could always be my bower-thrall. Which would you prefer? You see, I have a.....fascination with you. Maybe it's your beauty, your strength, you spirit, but it's something. And I intend to find out. And I also have a suspicious inkling that you may have a connection with the former Princess Raine. Any way, what think you?"
Makoto continued to glare at the supposed innocent warrior. How could such a wolf be hiding in such gentle beauty? He looked tender and mild. By lord was she wrong!
Quatre smiled, and became an angel again. He looked a bit sad as thoughts ran around in his head. Why such hatred on her face? I needed a woman, and I picked the one that was right. She acts like it's a crime or something.

Duo sat with the constrained woman, who was abit fearfull of the man next to her. She kept her head averted, so he couldn't see her anger. Duo regarded her with a strange look. " Why so timid? Haven't I been most kind? I've given you food, placed you in aroom, only asked of you to keep the room clean, and offered you a place in my household as a my mistress, with the promise that I would never take you with out consent. You have freedom of the whole castle, save that you leave the grounds. I have even given you the promise I would never hurt you in anger. Why so glum and saddened?"
" But I am a prisoner. You constrain me. Until I am freed, I will never be happy. I want Michi-mama." She looked away from him, comepletely outraged. " I will not be your lemen...ever. You are...arrogant, and unthinking of others feelings! And when Michi-mama finds me, no force on earth or in heaven will be able to save you. Leave me." She said, gesturing to the door.
Duo was puzzled. She thought of him as a jailer. He was just doing this for her protection. The Lunarians were to be destroyed, and he was saving her. Odd.

" Hotaru-mama, please save me. I need your help. I have been taken."
Minako watched Wufei enter the room, and paled imeddiately. He didn't make his lust for her a secret. Not that he told everyone. He glanced at her with derision. And then arrogant amusement.
" Afraid of me, ne? Of course you are. You're but a woman, just a woman. You'll never be anything more. Not to mention, you are a Lunarian Woman, which puts you farther down the scale." Minako gasped in rage and glowered at him. Turning towards the window where she had been praying, she made a run for it......and then realized she was in a tower. She tried to swallow the growing knot of fear in her throat.


~*~

Milliardo Peacecraft walked through the halls of the Luna temple palace turned base in the Land of Galatea, Luna. He searched out his men, the warriors of Nitia.
He finally found the meeting room where he wanted to be. He stalked to his chair in the end of a long table.
" Ahh, let see who's all here. Roll! Begin!"
Quatre Winner, the blond haired, blue eyed, innocent-looking warrior of the Southern Nitian Desert of Ladir, stood.
" Hmm....let's see....
Duo and Dragan Maxwell?"
Two men stood up. Heirs to the western land of De Mortae, one of the men had long dark brown hair that was twisted around in a braid. He had sparkling blue violet, or indigo eyes, and was clearly the elder to the younger Maxwell, who had short, cropped, golden brown hair, and sharp blue eyes. He was most prone to whims and tantrums. He had the look of a spoiled little boy, who didn't know the ways of war. But the elder, Duo, looked quite wisened in the ways of war. Even as his eyes were warm, and his face quick to smile, he had a certain darkness about him, a kind of hidden anger that lies deep inside.
" Trowa Barton and Carter Windym." Two men, the lord of the Northern Nitian forest of Mica and his captian of the guard, stood up. One had deep telling emerald eyes, and long brown hair. It was fashioned quite oddly, flowing over one side of his face. He looked melancholy, and emotionless. His friend next to him, had bright blue eyes, and coppery curls that moved about his head. He was one for indulgance, as you could tell from his starting to protrude belly. His eyes were filled with the poison of corruption, greed and lust.
" Wufei Chang and Aidan Sho ling." Two men, each with dark raven hair and brown burning eyes, stood as well. They were twin rulers of the eastern lands of Xian Nataku.One, with cold burning eyes, looked like he was ready to kill if need be. The other, with softer eyes, was learning how to fight, and was a scholar.
" Quatre Winner and Lai Arnaud ." The man next to Quatre stood, and he had pale blue hair, and pale green eyes. A fighter of magnificant calibar, he was a Lunarian spy. Not that they know (^^")
" And Heero Yuy and Milliaro Peacecraft." And then, the commander and executive in command stood up, men who knew the ways of war. The commander had long platinum hair and peircing ice colored eyes. He stood with a tall proud carriage, looking intimidating. The man next to him was younger, but perhaps even more deadly. His eyes were cold prussian, and his messy cut hair framed a hard face. He looked hard and cold.
Quatre then sat down to let Milliadro begin the proceedings of the meeting.
" Alright men, we have been looking for ten long years and we still haven't found a trace of the sacred sages! What do we know, Heero?" Milliardo turned to the young man next to him. He looked rather.....ill. but then began to speak.
" Sir, in a legend I have found recently, it states the regions we should look in. It says,

In the lands of the West,
One is the best.
With innocence abound, and a clear melodic sound,
You shall hear her song.
Born of the blue light,
Her song rings bright.
Look close and you'll see
She will be there when need be.
Clear cerelean looks over the land.
And is in the hand
Of the one of wisdom.

In the lands of the East,
One of beauty in the least.
Twisting, shining, golden is her dance.
She is that one of romance.
Born of the golden light
She sets it all right.
Sage of Love, one of light
She helps in the fight.
Dancing like a blossom in the field,
She is the one to yield,
the dance of love.

In the lands of the North,
One of spirit calls forth,
The burning flames of war.
She is the one of lore,
That lights our fascination.
Careful, she looks into the fire with concentration.
One of careful divination,
We can look to her with admiration.
She is one of courage, and pride
She is the spirit each of us holds inside.
She is the one of passion.

In the Lands of the South,
One of Strength resides.
Powerful compassion and pain,
Mix with spirit deep inside.
As strong as a bolt of thunder,
She could tear you asunder.
One of unusual power,
Definitely not one to cower.
She protects those that are weak,
And she is born of strength, if power is what you seek.
She is the one of nature's force
Earth is her power source
She is the one of strength.

As you can see, it describes the sages and their powers, even where to find them. I suggest I take a team of the five best soldiers we have, and find and destroy these sages!"
Heero looked around at each of his men, and then back at Milliardo.
" Yes. That sounds good. I will take and have the other four at my side and we can look for those guardians."
Milliardo signaled to Dragan, Lai, Carter, and Aidan. And they walked out of the room. Heero watched them leave, glaring at Milliardo. His eyes filled with cold, calculated hatred.
" So, if we find these four, and kill them, the throne is ours for sure."
He then nodded to the remaining four, and left.

~*~

" Raine, dearling, I'm going to bring you with me. If you don't help me find the sages, I'll destroy your precious guardians. Don't think I don't know where they are!"
Milliardo watched her eyes freeze in anger.
" You haven't been able to find them in ten years! You'll never find my senshi! Luna will watch over us, I swear it!"
His cold eyes flashed in fury, and he grasped her wrist and twisted it violently. He smiled at her tears, and then twisted harder, breaking her arm. He heard the crack, laughed, and left the room.
Heero stood outside the room, listening, growing fury paining him. How he wanted to destroy that man. He would too, after he dethroned that whoreson, he would save Raine from this fate.
Milliardo stormed out of the room, Raine's blood on his arm. The crimson drops caused Heero's eyes to freeze in anger. He then walked in, looked as apologetic as he could, and began to look for something to bind the wound.
" Miss, hold still."
Raine glared at him, tears falling down her delicate cheeks. For the last ten years she had grown weak on a bone bare diet. Heero brought her what he could, but is wasn't enough to keep her from losing at much wait as she did.
She had gone from a full-bodied figure, with curves in the right places, with long silver hair and beautiful innocent eyes, to a hard, cold woman, still pure, but no longer innocent. She had thought of suicide many times over the years, but she had to live for her children. Her children.
Suddenly, Raine let out a shreik of pain. It was loud and filled with suffering. Heero winced, quite angry at himself.
" Raine....let me take you away from here! Please....I can't stand to know that that son of a bitch can't leave you alone. Your much to pure to be here."
Raine turned to him, candle light flickering in her eyes. Her eyes were cold, her face was bloody and bruised, her lips cut. She watched him.
" I'll never go anywhere with you! You want to destroy my people. I'll never give in to your tricks, damnit! I know you, you are his puppet. He gives the orders, you whip me, he mentions it, you try to break me down. I have to live for my people. I'll never go anywhere with you!"