Disclaimer: I do not own any anime, Sailor Moon or other, if I did I would
not be writing this fic right now I would be off rolling in my Millions of
dollars.
AN: Well, I am back. Yes, I am supposed to be doing my homework but I would rather write this.
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"So Minako, do you have a place to stay?" Quarter asked. She wondered if he was not listening earlier when she said she had been floating in space, or if he was just dense. She decided that he was just trying to be polite.
"No sir . . . I do not have a place to stay, but surely an embassy would take a foreign diplomat?"
"You probably wouldn't want to do that just yet, and I thought you were a princess not a diplomat."
"I am a princess, but I am also a soldier. I am the leader of the soldiers, and captain of the royal guard, as well as a public speaker and an ambassador." He eyes cloud over in pain of remembrance. "But I guess I'm not really one anymore though . . ."
"Well, you shouldn't do anything like becoming public just yet, there is unrest and we are in the middle of a war. You can stay with me, if you wish." Her eyes blinked, then filled with hope, maybe she would be useful again.
"I would love to . . . I'll help fight as well." Two of the men laughed, one smirked, one covered his mouth in shock, and the last . . . he just stared. There was no emotion in those eyes. What was wrong with him? Maybe he was a robot like those things that picked her up.
"You couldn't help." Wufei sneered. "You are just a weak onna. Onna's can't fight." His mistake was taking his eyes away from the girl. If he had been looking he would have seen her muscles flex, or the slightly insane sparkle that filled her eyes which was frighteningly like the look the Quatre had after being in Wing Zero. Her feral smile sent chills down three young men's backs, making them wonder if it was a mistake to laugh at her. Then she lunged.
"Woah!" It caught the offending Chinese teen off guard, and he went crashing to the hanger floor. In a deft move, showing that even all that time in space had not worn down her reflexes, she had pulled back his head by the ponytail and was holding a sword to it. Wait a minute, where -did- that sword come from anyway? It had not been in her hand or even at her waist a second ago.
"Look, I have been floating out in space for two thousand years. I am also the last of my kind. I watched my friends all die in front of me, and I come here, open up and tell you about myself things that no mortal should know and all you do is treat me with disdain. Well listen up, I will no longer tolerate it, if you insult me again I will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand, solider?" Wufei's eyes opened wide in shock, he never thought a mere woman would be able to ever best him. But this one did.
"Yes." He said, his voice very soft, because he knew that the slightest movement would make that blade cut the tender flesh of his neck. True, he would not die from a flesh wound and he could handle the pain, but he really did not feel like bleeding today. Relief swept through him as the sword gently was lifted from his neck, and the hand left his hair. "You have earned my respect, Minako."
His friends just stared as Minako smiled. "And you have earned mine, Wufei. It is not everyone who will admit defeat, especially to a female." As she stood she offered her hand in friendship; he looked at it for a moment before taking it.
"Wu-man got beat by a girl! Wu-man got beat by a girl!" Duo skipped about, singing those words over and over again.
"Maxwell!" And with that, the two young men were running about the hanger, one brandishing a katana and the other screaming enough to put a little girl to shame.
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AN: Well, I am back. Yes, I am supposed to be doing my homework but I would rather write this.
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"So Minako, do you have a place to stay?" Quarter asked. She wondered if he was not listening earlier when she said she had been floating in space, or if he was just dense. She decided that he was just trying to be polite.
"No sir . . . I do not have a place to stay, but surely an embassy would take a foreign diplomat?"
"You probably wouldn't want to do that just yet, and I thought you were a princess not a diplomat."
"I am a princess, but I am also a soldier. I am the leader of the soldiers, and captain of the royal guard, as well as a public speaker and an ambassador." He eyes cloud over in pain of remembrance. "But I guess I'm not really one anymore though . . ."
"Well, you shouldn't do anything like becoming public just yet, there is unrest and we are in the middle of a war. You can stay with me, if you wish." Her eyes blinked, then filled with hope, maybe she would be useful again.
"I would love to . . . I'll help fight as well." Two of the men laughed, one smirked, one covered his mouth in shock, and the last . . . he just stared. There was no emotion in those eyes. What was wrong with him? Maybe he was a robot like those things that picked her up.
"You couldn't help." Wufei sneered. "You are just a weak onna. Onna's can't fight." His mistake was taking his eyes away from the girl. If he had been looking he would have seen her muscles flex, or the slightly insane sparkle that filled her eyes which was frighteningly like the look the Quatre had after being in Wing Zero. Her feral smile sent chills down three young men's backs, making them wonder if it was a mistake to laugh at her. Then she lunged.
"Woah!" It caught the offending Chinese teen off guard, and he went crashing to the hanger floor. In a deft move, showing that even all that time in space had not worn down her reflexes, she had pulled back his head by the ponytail and was holding a sword to it. Wait a minute, where -did- that sword come from anyway? It had not been in her hand or even at her waist a second ago.
"Look, I have been floating out in space for two thousand years. I am also the last of my kind. I watched my friends all die in front of me, and I come here, open up and tell you about myself things that no mortal should know and all you do is treat me with disdain. Well listen up, I will no longer tolerate it, if you insult me again I will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand, solider?" Wufei's eyes opened wide in shock, he never thought a mere woman would be able to ever best him. But this one did.
"Yes." He said, his voice very soft, because he knew that the slightest movement would make that blade cut the tender flesh of his neck. True, he would not die from a flesh wound and he could handle the pain, but he really did not feel like bleeding today. Relief swept through him as the sword gently was lifted from his neck, and the hand left his hair. "You have earned my respect, Minako."
His friends just stared as Minako smiled. "And you have earned mine, Wufei. It is not everyone who will admit defeat, especially to a female." As she stood she offered her hand in friendship; he looked at it for a moment before taking it.
"Wu-man got beat by a girl! Wu-man got beat by a girl!" Duo skipped about, singing those words over and over again.
"Maxwell!" And with that, the two young men were running about the hanger, one brandishing a katana and the other screaming enough to put a little girl to shame.
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