Title: The Twisted Sakura [1/?]
Author: Corbeau Noir
Genre: Angst, Drama
Rating: PG-13
Email: noir_corbeau@hotmail.com
Site: www.geocities.com/corbeaun
Summary: A tale of Zoicite and Kunzite.
Notes: Anime and manga were tossed into a big pot and
stirred; please take with a grain of salt :)
Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon was created by
Naoko Takeuchi.
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The Twisted Sakura
By Corbeau Noir
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love
~ W.B. Yeats
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Part 1
~~~~~~
"...opened on March 33, 1958..."
The young man stands in front of the immense paned
windows of Tokyo Tower's second observation deck, silent
and detached from the rest of the sightseeing crowd. He
stares out into the distance, gloved hands clasped behind
his back, smooth boyish face cold and indiscernible in the
falling light. The city, in all its steel and concrete
glory, spreads wantonly below him against the starless
night, unfurling beneath his intense gaze without the
slightest reservation. Tokyo has no shame.
He loves her for that.
"...is 333 meters high..."
Strangely enough, it is love that makes what he must
do so much easier. Perhaps he's just odd that way.
No regrets.
"...annual number of visitors are around
3,000,000..."
The tour guide steers everyone back to the elevator;
nobody comments on how where the uniformed young man had
been, there is now only empty space. One of the tourists
drops his camera; he stoops to pick it up, pausing as he
notices something pink drifting to the tiled floor. Then
someone calls out and he hurries after the others, whatever
he'd seen dismissed easily from his mind.
Darkness falls on the iron-girded room. On the floor
before the looming windows, sakura petals lay illuminated
by city lights, silken skin slowly discoloring where they'd
been trampled.
* * * * * * *
[two years ago]
The pony-tailed young man flashed a grin at the
waving brunette and then, readjusting his book bag over his
shoulder, turned and headed toward the cluster of cherry
trees that he knew was in the middle of campus. Stepping
off from the beaten path and onto the grass, his feet
slowed as he neared the center of the grove.
The cherry trees arching over his head were in bud,
and on campus, a few early ones were already in bloom. He
reached for the tip of one flowering branch, fingers
brushing the silken petals that were just beginning to
unfurl. The wind rose unexpectedly then, and pink-white
blossoms swirled around him in the sudden whirlwind. His
eyes closed as a hand gently plucked a stray petal from his
hair.
"I thought I'd find you here."
He smiled, eyes still closed. "Kunzite."
The hand dropped abruptly from his face. "You're
wasting your time with these humans."
Startled, he looked up and found impassive gray eyes
staring coolly back into his. A sudden ominous chill
gripped his chest then, and he drew back, stepping slowly
away from the other man. "Something's happened," he finally
stated hoarsely, resignedly.
"Yes." The silver-haired king smiled, cold and
without humor. "Jadeite has failed and Nephrite is to
succeed him."
Turning his back on the coldly smiling king, the
younger man walked up to a blooming cherry tree and gently
laid his hands against the dark, coarse bark. For a long
moment only the sound birds chirping disturbed the silence.
"When did this happen?" he asked at last in a deceptively
even voice.
Kunzite watched the bowed golden head through
narrowed eyes. "Last night," he replied just as evenly.
"Well." With that one word, Kunzite saw how the other
man visibly pulled himself together, his body shifting
effortlessly into its natural grace as he pushed away from
the trunk of the tree. Then Zoicite bared his teeth in a
fierce grin, "What are we waiting for? Let's go."
The illusion of jeans and sweatshirt melted away, and
Kunzite allowed himself one appreciate glance as the
younger king reappeared in his uniform. Then with a snap of
his fingers, a black hole whirled into being and swallowed
both of them whole.
In the abandoned grove, a forgotten book bag slumped
under an early blooming cherry tree.
[End "The Twisted Sakura" - Part 1]
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Author's Notes:
I always wondered about Zoicite, and the relationship
dynamics between him and Kunzite. Zoicite's psyche alone is
a minefield, but add him and Kunzite together and the
couple becomes a psychiatrist's worst nightmare come true.
Which is why I love them, hehe... ^^;;
I almost didn't post this even though it was sitting in the
back burner for *months*. But I finally figured, why not?
I hope this doesn't send anyone screaming into the hills
and that it's not *too* awful.
Feedback will be loved, cherished, and hugged within an
inch of its life. *^-^*
--------------------------
noir_corbeau@hotmail.com
www.geocities.com/corbeaun
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Created 4.4.02
Modified 10.5.02
Author: Corbeau Noir
Genre: Angst, Drama
Rating: PG-13
Email: noir_corbeau@hotmail.com
Site: www.geocities.com/corbeaun
Summary: A tale of Zoicite and Kunzite.
Notes: Anime and manga were tossed into a big pot and
stirred; please take with a grain of salt :)
Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon was created by
Naoko Takeuchi.
===========================================================
The Twisted Sakura
By Corbeau Noir
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love
~ W.B. Yeats
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Part 1
~~~~~~
"...opened on March 33, 1958..."
The young man stands in front of the immense paned
windows of Tokyo Tower's second observation deck, silent
and detached from the rest of the sightseeing crowd. He
stares out into the distance, gloved hands clasped behind
his back, smooth boyish face cold and indiscernible in the
falling light. The city, in all its steel and concrete
glory, spreads wantonly below him against the starless
night, unfurling beneath his intense gaze without the
slightest reservation. Tokyo has no shame.
He loves her for that.
"...is 333 meters high..."
Strangely enough, it is love that makes what he must
do so much easier. Perhaps he's just odd that way.
No regrets.
"...annual number of visitors are around
3,000,000..."
The tour guide steers everyone back to the elevator;
nobody comments on how where the uniformed young man had
been, there is now only empty space. One of the tourists
drops his camera; he stoops to pick it up, pausing as he
notices something pink drifting to the tiled floor. Then
someone calls out and he hurries after the others, whatever
he'd seen dismissed easily from his mind.
Darkness falls on the iron-girded room. On the floor
before the looming windows, sakura petals lay illuminated
by city lights, silken skin slowly discoloring where they'd
been trampled.
* * * * * * *
[two years ago]
The pony-tailed young man flashed a grin at the
waving brunette and then, readjusting his book bag over his
shoulder, turned and headed toward the cluster of cherry
trees that he knew was in the middle of campus. Stepping
off from the beaten path and onto the grass, his feet
slowed as he neared the center of the grove.
The cherry trees arching over his head were in bud,
and on campus, a few early ones were already in bloom. He
reached for the tip of one flowering branch, fingers
brushing the silken petals that were just beginning to
unfurl. The wind rose unexpectedly then, and pink-white
blossoms swirled around him in the sudden whirlwind. His
eyes closed as a hand gently plucked a stray petal from his
hair.
"I thought I'd find you here."
He smiled, eyes still closed. "Kunzite."
The hand dropped abruptly from his face. "You're
wasting your time with these humans."
Startled, he looked up and found impassive gray eyes
staring coolly back into his. A sudden ominous chill
gripped his chest then, and he drew back, stepping slowly
away from the other man. "Something's happened," he finally
stated hoarsely, resignedly.
"Yes." The silver-haired king smiled, cold and
without humor. "Jadeite has failed and Nephrite is to
succeed him."
Turning his back on the coldly smiling king, the
younger man walked up to a blooming cherry tree and gently
laid his hands against the dark, coarse bark. For a long
moment only the sound birds chirping disturbed the silence.
"When did this happen?" he asked at last in a deceptively
even voice.
Kunzite watched the bowed golden head through
narrowed eyes. "Last night," he replied just as evenly.
"Well." With that one word, Kunzite saw how the other
man visibly pulled himself together, his body shifting
effortlessly into its natural grace as he pushed away from
the trunk of the tree. Then Zoicite bared his teeth in a
fierce grin, "What are we waiting for? Let's go."
The illusion of jeans and sweatshirt melted away, and
Kunzite allowed himself one appreciate glance as the
younger king reappeared in his uniform. Then with a snap of
his fingers, a black hole whirled into being and swallowed
both of them whole.
In the abandoned grove, a forgotten book bag slumped
under an early blooming cherry tree.
[End "The Twisted Sakura" - Part 1]
===========================================================
Author's Notes:
I always wondered about Zoicite, and the relationship
dynamics between him and Kunzite. Zoicite's psyche alone is
a minefield, but add him and Kunzite together and the
couple becomes a psychiatrist's worst nightmare come true.
Which is why I love them, hehe... ^^;;
I almost didn't post this even though it was sitting in the
back burner for *months*. But I finally figured, why not?
I hope this doesn't send anyone screaming into the hills
and that it's not *too* awful.
Feedback will be loved, cherished, and hugged within an
inch of its life. *^-^*
--------------------------
noir_corbeau@hotmail.com
www.geocities.com/corbeaun
--------------------------
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Created 4.4.02
Modified 10.5.02
