Makoto awoke in a room adorned in mint green. She was lying on a four-post bed. But, how did she get there? Makoto sat up, still feeling dizzy. She noticed that she was no longer wearing her fuku. Instead, she was wearing a mint green gown. As she got her bearings, she realized that she was not alone in the room.
"Who's there?" Makoto asked, her voice quivering.
"Kyanite." The person answered after a long spell of silence.
Makoto now began to see that it was indeed Kyanite sitting in the chair by the bed. Why was he in the room with her? Didn't guards wait outside the room of their captive? Makoto couldn't help but notice that he was staring at her. He was staring directly into her eyes. He was...
"You think I am cute." Kyanite said matter-of-factly.
"What?!?!" Makoto yelled in shock.
Could he read her thoughts? Makoto blushed. She loved Seiya, but Kyanite was handsome. And he had power. Power over her that she did not yet fathom. He seemed very mysterious. Makoto had to know more about him. About why she was there...with him.
"What are you doing here?" Makoto asked, feeling dizzy again.
"I am here to guard you, Miss Makoto-Princess of Jupiter." Kyanite replied.
"Yes, but why are you in this room? Why aren't you outside the door instead?" Makoto asked, rewording her question.
"Why should I be on the outside when such radiant beauty is on the inside?" Kyanite smiled.
"Where is Seiya!?!?" Makoto screamed.
"He's...being kept. Don't worry, he isn't dead. But I wouldn't keep your hopes too high." Kyanite said softly as he stood.
Makoto began to cry. She couldn't let anything happen to Seiya. How could she get out of this room and rescue him? Where was he being detained? There were so many questions. The dizziness was returning. Kyanite now was sitting on the bed next to Makoto. His general's jacket was now off, revealing a white loose-fitting top. Makoto looked down as to not make eye contact with him.
"You won't get hurt if you play your cards right." Kyanite whispered into Makoto's ear.
Gently, Kyanite tilted Makoto's head up so she could look into his eyes. As their eyes met, Makoto could feel energy rushing through her...the dizziness that had engulfed her before. His eyes. They peered into hers-pierced her innermost thoughts. Kyanite drew her lips close to his. Before he could kiss her, there was a knock at the door. Makoto shot backward, realizing what had just happened. What had she been thinking. This man had killed her friends. He was her enemy! He did not really love her.
Kyanite opened the door. Cerussite stood in the doorway and saluted. He then whispered something in Kyanite's ear and left. Kyanite walked over to Makoto. He grabbed her arm and yanked her off of the bed. His grip hurt. Makoto followed Kyanite through a series of long hallways in silence. She knew there would be another death. Finally, they entered the throne room. Seiya was shackled to the wall, bloodied from fighting his captor. Queen Andalu sat on the throne. Jadeite was by her side. The other generals were to the left of the throne. Setsuna was on her knees before the throne, her fuku torn from battle. Makoto gasped as Kyanite's hold grew tighter. She had to do something fast.
"Who's there?" Makoto asked, her voice quivering.
"Kyanite." The person answered after a long spell of silence.
Makoto now began to see that it was indeed Kyanite sitting in the chair by the bed. Why was he in the room with her? Didn't guards wait outside the room of their captive? Makoto couldn't help but notice that he was staring at her. He was staring directly into her eyes. He was...
"You think I am cute." Kyanite said matter-of-factly.
"What?!?!" Makoto yelled in shock.
Could he read her thoughts? Makoto blushed. She loved Seiya, but Kyanite was handsome. And he had power. Power over her that she did not yet fathom. He seemed very mysterious. Makoto had to know more about him. About why she was there...with him.
"What are you doing here?" Makoto asked, feeling dizzy again.
"I am here to guard you, Miss Makoto-Princess of Jupiter." Kyanite replied.
"Yes, but why are you in this room? Why aren't you outside the door instead?" Makoto asked, rewording her question.
"Why should I be on the outside when such radiant beauty is on the inside?" Kyanite smiled.
"Where is Seiya!?!?" Makoto screamed.
"He's...being kept. Don't worry, he isn't dead. But I wouldn't keep your hopes too high." Kyanite said softly as he stood.
Makoto began to cry. She couldn't let anything happen to Seiya. How could she get out of this room and rescue him? Where was he being detained? There were so many questions. The dizziness was returning. Kyanite now was sitting on the bed next to Makoto. His general's jacket was now off, revealing a white loose-fitting top. Makoto looked down as to not make eye contact with him.
"You won't get hurt if you play your cards right." Kyanite whispered into Makoto's ear.
Gently, Kyanite tilted Makoto's head up so she could look into his eyes. As their eyes met, Makoto could feel energy rushing through her...the dizziness that had engulfed her before. His eyes. They peered into hers-pierced her innermost thoughts. Kyanite drew her lips close to his. Before he could kiss her, there was a knock at the door. Makoto shot backward, realizing what had just happened. What had she been thinking. This man had killed her friends. He was her enemy! He did not really love her.
Kyanite opened the door. Cerussite stood in the doorway and saluted. He then whispered something in Kyanite's ear and left. Kyanite walked over to Makoto. He grabbed her arm and yanked her off of the bed. His grip hurt. Makoto followed Kyanite through a series of long hallways in silence. She knew there would be another death. Finally, they entered the throne room. Seiya was shackled to the wall, bloodied from fighting his captor. Queen Andalu sat on the throne. Jadeite was by her side. The other generals were to the left of the throne. Setsuna was on her knees before the throne, her fuku torn from battle. Makoto gasped as Kyanite's hold grew tighter. She had to do something fast.