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~Today: Nomorenomorenomorenomore…
I watched her train today. She was beautiful. I love her
black hair, I love the way her body looks as she strikes her
opponent with those complicated moves. She is perfect, and beautiful,
and everything that I wish I was.
Why can't I be like her? We are the same height, the
same build. We could have been twins, except, our hair and
eye color…
And… I am not beautiful like she is…
No. How could I say that? Be twins indeed! Nobody could
outshine Her!
I wish I were her.
I wish I had her voice, her eyes, everything.
I wish I had her power and strength and confidence.
I want to be her.
I want her. I want her. I want her I want her I want her.
Oh Kami…
It's hurting so much… I just want her so much.
The beautiful Goddess.
~Chapter 1: Desire.~
Fighter leaned back from the balcony, mouth
curving into a lazy smile as she looked up into the sky.
Ah, life was sweet. The sun shone, the Princess
was safe, Galaxia wasn't evil, and…
Fighter straightened slightly, eyes following
the lithe form of Healer down below.
Helloooooooo, Nurse! Damn, she has one hell of
a body… Fighter's eyes traced Healer's curves hungrily...
Tight ass… Great for- Fighter smirked wickedly,
switching her attention to all the other interesting parts
on show, because of the skimpy fuku she wore. Her eyes
drooped slightly as she watched Healer sit down on a seat,
staring out. This aerial view gave her a great look of her
breasts.
"Faitaa, you're drooling." Hissing a curse, Fighter
turned around quickly, glaring at Maker.
"Meikaa-baka," she growled. "Please. Leave me alone."
She turned around again. "I'm currently… sight-seeing…" She
felt Maker join her side, and
frowned irritably.
I wish she'd go away!
"Has Healer ever caught you?" Fighter blushed, and
Maker smirked, wagging her finger.
"Make sure that doesn't happen again, our dear 'Hiiraa
no koibito.'" With that, she turned around and walked out of
the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Healer sighed almost irritably. She sensed someone.
Somebody… is watching me…
Healer did not move though. For now, she had business
to attend to; namely, that there was no great unrest in Kinmokusei.
"So is there any trouble?" She sensed Fighter crouch
beside her.
"Shh, Fighter…" murmured Healer, eyes still closed.
A moment later, she called back her power, taking a few deep
breaths. She felt Fighter's admiring gaze on her, sweeping
across her figure.
"Very nice, Healer," said Fighter approvingly, the
admiration evident in her deep voice. Healer opened her eyes
and turned to face her Leader, smiling slightly.
"So you have told me many times." Fighter rested her
hand on Healers' thigh, eyes glimmering with mischief.
"Have I told you how attractive you look?" Their lips
were getting closer, and closer…
"I don't believe so…" eyes narrowing slightly, Healer
pulled back.
Something had not been right- besides Fighter's sudden
interest in her. It wasn't just that, it seemed that… a flare
of light… it had seemed that this Sailor Starfighter was not
the Sailor Starfighter that they knew…
And then it was gone.
Healer smiled, removed Fighter's hand, stood and walked off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The young woman frowned, as she listened to Eira- the
nice old lady's- tale.
"Ru found you near our farmland. You were near dead!"
a hand rested itself on Eira's arm, and she nodded, allowing
Ru to continue on.
"You were near dead. When I first saw you… I thought
you *were* dead. I could barely feel your pulse." He frowned,
clearly disturbed at that memory. "There were bruises all over
you, and your lip was cut. They've healed now; Obaasan's salve
works wonders." Ru cleared his throat and continued on. "And… I
found this around your neck..." a cord, looped. The young girl
gasped, as she touched her neck gently. So her sore throat…
"Someone tried to kill me," she whispered faintly. Eira
looked very disturbed now- even more then before.
"Poor dear, you can't remember your name?" the woman frowned,
and tried to say something.
"Did I have anything with me?" she croaked. Ru blushed deeply.
"You were naked." He crossed to a table, and lifted up a
small bag, before returning to her bedside.
"Those…" curious, the young girl opened the bag carefully,
looking at the documents sealed inside. Certificates, journals,
drawings, lists, photos, a ragged old teddy bear, and a picture of
four people…
"Who are they?" she asked? Ru's eyes widened again.
"They're the Sailor Senshi! And the lady with the red-hair
is the honored ruler of Kinmokusei, Kakyuu Princess." The girl
frowned; that name struck a chord. Setting down the rest, she picked
up a certificate. Her birth certificate. It had been burnt, but
whoever had done so didn't do it correctly; there were still some
things left.
Name: Inochi Una.
"Una…" the name didn't feel- right. She looked over the
certificate again. "I am 19 years old." Una frowned; the rest of
the sheet was … gone. The young woman picked up the plain black
journal, titled 'Ichi' on the front. The word 'Ginga' was written
neatly on the spine. She opened it up carefully.
The first page was near bare. 'The Journal of Inochi Una.'
Underneath that, 'Ginga.' The next page showed a picture of herself.
~*~
~Today: I met the woman named Sailor Starfighter. Well,
perhaps she is not yet a woman, but the way she acts…. She is
beautiful.
I am Inochi Una, a mere shadow to this wonderful Goddess. I
am a blonde, with grey eyes and pale skin. I am tall, and I do not
have any curves. People think I am ugly. I enjoy reading, gardening,
and I am currently studying to be a technician. A computer technician
to be exact.
~*~
The journal entry went on to describe herself.
Kami, I must be a really boring person, thought Una with some
annoyance. It described her, but nothing she said about herself was good.
Calling herself names, plain, useless, and more.
~*~
`~Sailor Starfighter is my age. She is my height, and she is my build.
We almost have the same curves; She does not have that many. But,
people do not notice that. Because where as I am the fattest imbecile
to hit Kinmokusei, she has a slim waist.
I think I am in love!!! You see, it happened like this…
~Excuse me, but, why were you watching me?
~Oh! Um, I'm- I'm sorry!
~Heh, its fine, Miss. So, what's your name?
~I- Inochi Una, Fighter-sama…!
~Right. Well, I-inochi san, it was very nice to meet you. Perhaps
I'll see you some time.
~Uh, uh, matte, Fighter-sama!
~… oh?
~Do… do you come here often?
~Hah, yes, as a matter of fact I do.
~You- you do?
~Hm. Yes.
~Doshite?
~Well, first of all, I need my education.
~…
~And second of all, it's part of my patrolling area.
~But- but you're Sailor Senshi!
~Ha-ha! I know. It sucks to be me.
~…
~Seriously, Una- I hope you don't mind me calling you that?
~Iie!
~Even Sailor Soldiers need to be educated.
~Of course. How foolish of me to think this way.
~Heh. Quite alright Una. Quite alright.
~I hardly ever see you around though, Fighter-sama.
~Just 'Fighter' is fine. Enough of the 'sama' crap.
~Oh!
~… And don't look at me just because I said a 'bad word!'
~Hai…!
~We just… drop in once in a while. –Listen, I have to run now.
Business. Ja!
~… Ja…
'Fighter-sama…'
It continued to describe in detail this Starfighter's
appearance, the way she had acted, and continued to do so even
after it had stated that 'Starfighter-sama walked off gracefully.'
No ill-words were said about this girl/young woman/Goddess/Beauty.
Una frowned, disturbed by her own behavior.
Strange…
That I could be so… into this person…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiiraa no koibito: Lover of Healer.
Ichi: one. If you can count to ten in Japanese, You'll be fine.
*switches her Star Yell from 'ecchi' mode to 'normal.'*
… Title of Chapter 1? It's supposed to mean 'to desire.'
Unless I am mightily mistaken.
~Today: Nomorenomorenomorenomore…
I watched her train today. She was beautiful. I love her
black hair, I love the way her body looks as she strikes her
opponent with those complicated moves. She is perfect, and beautiful,
and everything that I wish I was.
Why can't I be like her? We are the same height, the
same build. We could have been twins, except, our hair and
eye color…
And… I am not beautiful like she is…
No. How could I say that? Be twins indeed! Nobody could
outshine Her!
I wish I were her.
I wish I had her voice, her eyes, everything.
I wish I had her power and strength and confidence.
I want to be her.
I want her. I want her. I want her I want her I want her.
Oh Kami…
It's hurting so much… I just want her so much.
The beautiful Goddess.
~Chapter 1: Desire.~
Fighter leaned back from the balcony, mouth
curving into a lazy smile as she looked up into the sky.
Ah, life was sweet. The sun shone, the Princess
was safe, Galaxia wasn't evil, and…
Fighter straightened slightly, eyes following
the lithe form of Healer down below.
Helloooooooo, Nurse! Damn, she has one hell of
a body… Fighter's eyes traced Healer's curves hungrily...
Tight ass… Great for- Fighter smirked wickedly,
switching her attention to all the other interesting parts
on show, because of the skimpy fuku she wore. Her eyes
drooped slightly as she watched Healer sit down on a seat,
staring out. This aerial view gave her a great look of her
breasts.
"Faitaa, you're drooling." Hissing a curse, Fighter
turned around quickly, glaring at Maker.
"Meikaa-baka," she growled. "Please. Leave me alone."
She turned around again. "I'm currently… sight-seeing…" She
felt Maker join her side, and
frowned irritably.
I wish she'd go away!
"Has Healer ever caught you?" Fighter blushed, and
Maker smirked, wagging her finger.
"Make sure that doesn't happen again, our dear 'Hiiraa
no koibito.'" With that, she turned around and walked out of
the room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Healer sighed almost irritably. She sensed someone.
Somebody… is watching me…
Healer did not move though. For now, she had business
to attend to; namely, that there was no great unrest in Kinmokusei.
"So is there any trouble?" She sensed Fighter crouch
beside her.
"Shh, Fighter…" murmured Healer, eyes still closed.
A moment later, she called back her power, taking a few deep
breaths. She felt Fighter's admiring gaze on her, sweeping
across her figure.
"Very nice, Healer," said Fighter approvingly, the
admiration evident in her deep voice. Healer opened her eyes
and turned to face her Leader, smiling slightly.
"So you have told me many times." Fighter rested her
hand on Healers' thigh, eyes glimmering with mischief.
"Have I told you how attractive you look?" Their lips
were getting closer, and closer…
"I don't believe so…" eyes narrowing slightly, Healer
pulled back.
Something had not been right- besides Fighter's sudden
interest in her. It wasn't just that, it seemed that… a flare
of light… it had seemed that this Sailor Starfighter was not
the Sailor Starfighter that they knew…
And then it was gone.
Healer smiled, removed Fighter's hand, stood and walked off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The young woman frowned, as she listened to Eira- the
nice old lady's- tale.
"Ru found you near our farmland. You were near dead!"
a hand rested itself on Eira's arm, and she nodded, allowing
Ru to continue on.
"You were near dead. When I first saw you… I thought
you *were* dead. I could barely feel your pulse." He frowned,
clearly disturbed at that memory. "There were bruises all over
you, and your lip was cut. They've healed now; Obaasan's salve
works wonders." Ru cleared his throat and continued on. "And… I
found this around your neck..." a cord, looped. The young girl
gasped, as she touched her neck gently. So her sore throat…
"Someone tried to kill me," she whispered faintly. Eira
looked very disturbed now- even more then before.
"Poor dear, you can't remember your name?" the woman frowned,
and tried to say something.
"Did I have anything with me?" she croaked. Ru blushed deeply.
"You were naked." He crossed to a table, and lifted up a
small bag, before returning to her bedside.
"Those…" curious, the young girl opened the bag carefully,
looking at the documents sealed inside. Certificates, journals,
drawings, lists, photos, a ragged old teddy bear, and a picture of
four people…
"Who are they?" she asked? Ru's eyes widened again.
"They're the Sailor Senshi! And the lady with the red-hair
is the honored ruler of Kinmokusei, Kakyuu Princess." The girl
frowned; that name struck a chord. Setting down the rest, she picked
up a certificate. Her birth certificate. It had been burnt, but
whoever had done so didn't do it correctly; there were still some
things left.
Name: Inochi Una.
"Una…" the name didn't feel- right. She looked over the
certificate again. "I am 19 years old." Una frowned; the rest of
the sheet was … gone. The young woman picked up the plain black
journal, titled 'Ichi' on the front. The word 'Ginga' was written
neatly on the spine. She opened it up carefully.
The first page was near bare. 'The Journal of Inochi Una.'
Underneath that, 'Ginga.' The next page showed a picture of herself.
~*~
~Today: I met the woman named Sailor Starfighter. Well,
perhaps she is not yet a woman, but the way she acts…. She is
beautiful.
I am Inochi Una, a mere shadow to this wonderful Goddess. I
am a blonde, with grey eyes and pale skin. I am tall, and I do not
have any curves. People think I am ugly. I enjoy reading, gardening,
and I am currently studying to be a technician. A computer technician
to be exact.
~*~
The journal entry went on to describe herself.
Kami, I must be a really boring person, thought Una with some
annoyance. It described her, but nothing she said about herself was good.
Calling herself names, plain, useless, and more.
~*~
`~Sailor Starfighter is my age. She is my height, and she is my build.
We almost have the same curves; She does not have that many. But,
people do not notice that. Because where as I am the fattest imbecile
to hit Kinmokusei, she has a slim waist.
I think I am in love!!! You see, it happened like this…
~Excuse me, but, why were you watching me?
~Oh! Um, I'm- I'm sorry!
~Heh, its fine, Miss. So, what's your name?
~I- Inochi Una, Fighter-sama…!
~Right. Well, I-inochi san, it was very nice to meet you. Perhaps
I'll see you some time.
~Uh, uh, matte, Fighter-sama!
~… oh?
~Do… do you come here often?
~Hah, yes, as a matter of fact I do.
~You- you do?
~Hm. Yes.
~Doshite?
~Well, first of all, I need my education.
~…
~And second of all, it's part of my patrolling area.
~But- but you're Sailor Senshi!
~Ha-ha! I know. It sucks to be me.
~…
~Seriously, Una- I hope you don't mind me calling you that?
~Iie!
~Even Sailor Soldiers need to be educated.
~Of course. How foolish of me to think this way.
~Heh. Quite alright Una. Quite alright.
~I hardly ever see you around though, Fighter-sama.
~Just 'Fighter' is fine. Enough of the 'sama' crap.
~Oh!
~… And don't look at me just because I said a 'bad word!'
~Hai…!
~We just… drop in once in a while. –Listen, I have to run now.
Business. Ja!
~… Ja…
'Fighter-sama…'
It continued to describe in detail this Starfighter's
appearance, the way she had acted, and continued to do so even
after it had stated that 'Starfighter-sama walked off gracefully.'
No ill-words were said about this girl/young woman/Goddess/Beauty.
Una frowned, disturbed by her own behavior.
Strange…
That I could be so… into this person…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiiraa no koibito: Lover of Healer.
Ichi: one. If you can count to ten in Japanese, You'll be fine.
*switches her Star Yell from 'ecchi' mode to 'normal.'*
… Title of Chapter 1? It's supposed to mean 'to desire.'
Unless I am mightily mistaken.