~"Illusionists these days, are hard to come by. Very hard. And
finding one with plenty of power is just are hard. They are very reserved.
This kind of power can be used for good, or for evil."
~*~
~Eyes narrowed.
~*~
~A gloved hand swiped a wine glass from underneath his nose,
pink lips smiling with amusement.
"Nice to meet you, handsome."
~*~
~"Where would you like this to go?"
"Just down there. Thank you! You are such a wonderful help."
Not a problem.
~*~
~"What happened to your friend? That Una girl?"
"… She… left."
"Just disappeared?" the second voice sighed, finally, starting
up the story.
"You see, what happened was that…"
~Chapter 3: The Past returns.~
The youma stared at her, shock going through its features.
"I am one of three Sacred Shooting stars!"
"Nagareboshi indeed!" it hissed. Blood dripped from a wound on
its arm, but it ignored it.
"Kami-sama… what is she doing?!" murmured another man, as he watched
on. The rest of the men standing there made agreeing noises, their swords
gripped tightly in their hands as they watched the Soldier.
"Crazy woman!" laughed the youma again. "She is not here! You have
*no* power! Just a weakling mortal with pathetic dreams!" She made no movement
as it continued on. Her mouth was a thin straight line as she watched it, anger
coursing through her veins. "If you are truly Her, why are you fighting like
this?!" The tall woman stepped forward.
"Things aren't always as they seem, as you, you lower-class youma, will
soon see." She threw up her hand, shouting out five words.
A flash of light; the transformation was instantaneous.
"Who do you see?" she asked quietly. They dared not speak. The youma
shook it's head in astonishment; why had it not trusted its suspicions? One,
two, three… What… Was it's eyes deceiving it?
"Your Mistress/Creator/Destroyer should be expecting a visitor soon."
Settling into a fighter's crouch, she whispered one thing, almost too quiet to
be heard.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A hand gently tucked a rose into the front breast pocket.
"Perfect," whispered the voice. Eyes stared at 'his' reflection.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Kinmokusei Soldier!" Sailor Star Fighter whispered those words with
relish, as she stared up at the sky.
Tonight, was her night. Tonight was her birthday, and she was going to
make the most of it.
First things first; the threat had been removed. Fighter smiled grimly.
One less weakling in the world; an ugly bitch that had thankfully been put to
rest, for her own good as much as for everyone else.
And now, Healer was here to make things sweeter then they already where.
She turned around, and walked back into the ballroom. Her eyes narrowed as she
noticed the said Soldier dancing with another man. Cursing him, she quickly looked
away before somebody got hurt.
An exotic looking man smiled at her, and began to make his way over. She
winked at him, and then turned away, glancing with distaste at the plain girl
standing near her looking forlorn.
"What are you doing here, girl?!" she demanded. "Get out and have fun!" she
grinned. The girl looked up, startled, and then blushed when she noticed who spoke
to her.
"Fighter-sama," she murmured, "Have-" Fighter turned around and walked off,
suddenly pale.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ado was disgusted to see Dora here. This place did not allow trash like
her. She walked over quickly.
"I don't care if you're father is the richest man in Kinmokusei. Trash
like you don't belong here!" and indeed, they didn't. Nobody liked ugly little
sluts like this piece of shit here. Nobody liked timid weaklings who couldn't make
themselves a place in the world.
No, this world was for the ones with power, grace, and beauty, like
Fighter-sama.
And she was in the middle of it.
Smiling maliciously, Ado walked off. She knew what Fighter liked, and Dora
wasn't one of them.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A tall figure approached the gates. The guards took one look him/her. This
person's sex was indefinable underneath the dark cloak, hood pulled up to hide the face.
"Yes?" inquired Guard-number-one politely. The figure's voice was low and
melodious as it answered.
"Entrance to the ball of… Sailor Star Fighter." Guard-number-one shook his
head.
"Terribly sorry," said Guard-number-two. Who could blame them? Neither
trusted the mysterious figure, but they couldn't arrest him/her based on suspicion.
"The Princess herself stated that all was allowed to attend." Guard-number-one
frowned.
Was this person a threat? Would the Princess be harmed?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Princess Kakyuu smiled politely at the woman sitting opposite her, nodding
at every word being said. Beside her, Maker smiled at her sympathetically. There
was no hope of getting away from her; protocol required that she sit through every
form of 'torture' given to her. While the woman took a drink, she scanned the crowd
for Healer and Fighter.
_Dancing,_ stated Maker just as her eyes landed on the petite figure of
Healer. She was in the arms of a handsome man with dark hair. Eyes leaving Healer's,
she found Fighter almost instantly after that. Fighter was standing with a young girl;
rather plain, but if you looked hard enough you could probably see a quiet sort of
beauty. Fighter said something, and then she blushed. A moment later, the Soldier
herself went pale and hurried off, and just after that, Ado, a rich nobleman's
daughter approached her. Her lips were twisted into a sneer, transforming Ado's
features. Once beautiful, now her menacing expression seemed capable of wilting
flowers.
The changes on Dora's face were rather surprising as she saw the approaching
girl; surprise, then pleased, fear... Ado's back was to them, and they couldn't see her
expression or hear her voice. A moment later, Ado turned and walked to the sides,
smirking maliciously.
Kakyuu's eyes turned once again to Fighter. The Soldier was calm once more;
whatever had worried her was gone. Instead she shook her head disapprovingly and
walked over to Ado.
And her eyes glinted with something- before that look disappeared again.
Did...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Maker looked to the side- there was something here that she did not like.
Two similar auras. One felt right, the other corrupted, but… they were merged together,
and Maker felt it was impossible to distinguish between the two.
Taking a slow breath, she tried separating the two auras. Blue, streaked
with black and deep red.
Red for…
_The person/s you have killed…_ Maker let it go once again; it was impossible
to distinguish the too; she did not have the skill for this.
Where was Healer when you needed the girl?! Maker rubbed her temples tiredly,
the strain had the beginnings of a headache.
A figure looked up and caught her eye. A pale hand raised a wine glass.
Maker frowned.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Now it was she running, angry that a few words could upset her so. Dora was
red, as she recalled the words of what Ado had said. No. They weren't true; one of
the greatest soldiers alive, Sailor Star Fighter, could had *never* said that.
*Couldn't* have.
Dora sniffled. It was almost as if Ado hated the sight of her, cold eyes
glaring.
A hand grabbed her arm, a low voice told her to stop.
"Why are you running?" she looked up, charmed instantly by that voice. She
glanced down at the slim fingers. Those had been designed to play an instrument.
She looked up again at the tall male that had stopped her.
"Oh- it's-" he smiled indulgently at her stuttering. Dora sighed inwardly;
she couldn't see what his eyes looked like as they were covered by dark shades. He
had pale skin, with black hair that had thick blonde streaks through it, and even
white teeth in a gorgeous smile. This man was dressed in a black tuxedo, no tie
though, and there was a red rose in his front breast pocket. Quite charming… though
his hair would look better *without* the blonde streaks in it.
"That's what everybody has told me; lose the streaks," sighed the man. He
gave her a long suffering look, lips twitching.
"Then why do you have them?" she asked curiously. He gave her a guarded look,
and for a moment, she wondered if she had over-stepped her boundaries by asking that
seemingly innocent question. Then he shrugged carelessly.
"Would you believe me if I said that it was part of a dare?" she lowered her
eyelashes at his boyish grin.
"I'd settle for that."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Healer frowned over De-ru's shoulder as she saw the young girl stop, talking
to a tall figure. Something rather familiar at him, but her mind would not let her
remember.
"Healer-sama, is something wrong?" De-ru smiled at her.
He is *so* hopelessly in love with me, thought Healer wryly. She could see it
in his eyes, the way they looked at her. She glanced at the figure with the girl again.
"Nothings wrong." He nodded once, dropping it at her sharp glance. Letting
the tall man continue guiding her on the dance floor, her eyes turned back to the young
girl and-
Where was that person?! How-
Frowning, Healer abruptly stepped away, glancing with irritation at Fighter
before heading over to where Kakyuu and Maker were. She ignored De-ru's call, walking purposefully to her Princess.
Was she just over-reacting? People could move that fast-
No… her gaze had not left that figure for more then several seconds.
There was no place that that person could've disappeared to; no doors, or
nooks and crannies large enough for a person that size.
Without a second look at the woman sitting with Kakyuu, she planted her
hands onto the table. Her voice was cool, and yet certain as she gazed at her Princess
and Maker.
"Something is going to happen."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The conductor stepped away, frowning as the tall young man tapped the pianists'
shoulder, and sat down when the seat was cleared.
Who the- can't say that word- who did this young man think he was?! Just because
he had a nice suit, didn't mean he had the authority to just stop the orchestra!
If he wanted a song, then he could request it. *Simple* as that…!
"Sachi-sensei," whispered a young man beside him -Shuzu- quite skilled with
most of the stringed instruments-
"Do you know who he his?" Sachi shook his head angrily.
"He has an excellent posture, though," murmured Chieno, another *female*
student, with admiration. Sachi and Shuzu looked at her, their eyebrows raised. She
flushed, and shook her head violently.
"No! Really! See how straight his back is, yet how relaxed he seems?" both
stared, and Shuzu nodded, somewhat grudgingly.
Fingers poised above the keyboard…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Oh, no…" whispered Fighter.
All started as the orchestra suddenly stopped its music. One voice called out,
"Where has the music gone?!" But They're eyes were fixed on that of the male
at the keyboard. A slow tune played, and none but the few that were there recognized it.
~*~
'Seiya no ore ga kanjiru, fushigi na kimochi
Faitaa no ore ga kanjiru, shimeikan to wa chigatta...
Kitto ginga ichi mibun chigai na kataomoi da ne…'
~*~
Fighter's face was pale as she joined them, that much they could see.
"My song," she whispered hoarsely. "That's my song." The figure abruptly
stopped that, and started another. This, everybody gasped. A well known tune, even
though it had rarely been played.
~*~
'Search for your love, sora no suishou
Search for your love, nakanai de kure
Search for your love, hontou ha,
Dakishimetai no sa…'
~*~
"STOP!" Sailor Star Fighter hurried up to the middle of the dance floor,
eyes furious. The figure ignored her, a smile the only sign.
~*~
'Answer me right away…'
~*~
"Dammit! I order you to stop!"
~*~
'Answer me gently…'
~*~
"Are you deaf?!"
~*~
'Answer me right away…'
~*~
"STOP!"
~*~
'Answer me gently…'
~*~
The figure finally did, the man turning around. Healer, Maker and Kakyuu
paled- who was 'he'?!
'He' removed the dark shades, to reveal blue eyes- as blue as those of
Star Fighter.
"Of all people to pull a stunt like this, I never expected that *you*
would do such a thing." A hand pulled the rose out, twirling it idly between thumb
and finger. The person suddenly stiffed, no longer smiling, showing *just* how cold
this person was.
"Feel this!" she threw the rose straight at the person. Fighter's eyes
followed it, too stunned to move...
"AH!" she screamed as the rose penetrated her skin, sticking up in her
shoulder. She stifled a gasp as the tall woman suddenly appeared in front of her.
A hand reached out and gripped her neck.
"Where is it?! WHERE?!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I would stop that, if I were you," said a cold voice. She recognized it
and she could've hugged and kissed the speaker. But the cold tone usually directed
at enemies was now aimed at her. She frowned. It wouldn't do…
Her friend was far too powerful for her to deal with now. She had the side
of the Soldiers on her.
Just to be sure though… the grip on Fighter's neck was tightened.
"St-op-" croaked the soldier. Her face was still clear.
"Hey!" She released Fighter now, at the sound of Healer's voice.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Healer stared at the woman in front of her. She was Seiya! But, she wasn't…
Because Seiya was transformed, at the strangers' feet. The shine inside of
her was different too! The one coming from Fighter felt right.
"Don't you know me?" this question was directed to three people; Kakyuu,
Maker, and herself. "Watashi wa-"
"Don't- listen- to the imposter…" the 'stranger' glared at Fighter.
"Pathetic excuse of a Soldier!" she sneered. Fighter scowled.
"You were always jealous of me, Una. Inochi Una."
Inochi Una?!
"Who goes around dyeing their hair black, wearing contacts? Wearing the same
clothes, writing lists?" sneered Fighter. Healer stared at the 'stranger', seeing the
indecision there.
And now that she had thought about it…
Una had seemed to have a strange obsession with her…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
There was one thing to do. She had tricked them, and convincing them of the
deception was not going to be easy.
"Next time, I will return!" The tall woman aimed a punch at Fighter. She,
however, missed, and scowling, she ducked through the crowd, ran to the balcony and jumped.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gomen nasai and more, for any body who were offended by what I said- 'for all you
Scottish illiterate people'. I was under the impression it was just like 'Chinese
illiterate'-
Yaten: That which you are. *waves Chinese Stars Manga in her face, smirking*
… Anyway, I was under that impression, or I have my terms all mixed up. Please accept
my humblest apologies!
… This chapter is on the pathetic side of things. *shrugs* Is this not so obvious? I
guess that's why I didn't put it under 'mystery/suspense.' I somehow get the feeling
that you know where this is heading.
*glares at Yaten and stalks off*
finding one with plenty of power is just are hard. They are very reserved.
This kind of power can be used for good, or for evil."
~*~
~Eyes narrowed.
~*~
~A gloved hand swiped a wine glass from underneath his nose,
pink lips smiling with amusement.
"Nice to meet you, handsome."
~*~
~"Where would you like this to go?"
"Just down there. Thank you! You are such a wonderful help."
Not a problem.
~*~
~"What happened to your friend? That Una girl?"
"… She… left."
"Just disappeared?" the second voice sighed, finally, starting
up the story.
"You see, what happened was that…"
~Chapter 3: The Past returns.~
The youma stared at her, shock going through its features.
"I am one of three Sacred Shooting stars!"
"Nagareboshi indeed!" it hissed. Blood dripped from a wound on
its arm, but it ignored it.
"Kami-sama… what is she doing?!" murmured another man, as he watched
on. The rest of the men standing there made agreeing noises, their swords
gripped tightly in their hands as they watched the Soldier.
"Crazy woman!" laughed the youma again. "She is not here! You have
*no* power! Just a weakling mortal with pathetic dreams!" She made no movement
as it continued on. Her mouth was a thin straight line as she watched it, anger
coursing through her veins. "If you are truly Her, why are you fighting like
this?!" The tall woman stepped forward.
"Things aren't always as they seem, as you, you lower-class youma, will
soon see." She threw up her hand, shouting out five words.
A flash of light; the transformation was instantaneous.
"Who do you see?" she asked quietly. They dared not speak. The youma
shook it's head in astonishment; why had it not trusted its suspicions? One,
two, three… What… Was it's eyes deceiving it?
"Your Mistress/Creator/Destroyer should be expecting a visitor soon."
Settling into a fighter's crouch, she whispered one thing, almost too quiet to
be heard.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A hand gently tucked a rose into the front breast pocket.
"Perfect," whispered the voice. Eyes stared at 'his' reflection.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Kinmokusei Soldier!" Sailor Star Fighter whispered those words with
relish, as she stared up at the sky.
Tonight, was her night. Tonight was her birthday, and she was going to
make the most of it.
First things first; the threat had been removed. Fighter smiled grimly.
One less weakling in the world; an ugly bitch that had thankfully been put to
rest, for her own good as much as for everyone else.
And now, Healer was here to make things sweeter then they already where.
She turned around, and walked back into the ballroom. Her eyes narrowed as she
noticed the said Soldier dancing with another man. Cursing him, she quickly looked
away before somebody got hurt.
An exotic looking man smiled at her, and began to make his way over. She
winked at him, and then turned away, glancing with distaste at the plain girl
standing near her looking forlorn.
"What are you doing here, girl?!" she demanded. "Get out and have fun!" she
grinned. The girl looked up, startled, and then blushed when she noticed who spoke
to her.
"Fighter-sama," she murmured, "Have-" Fighter turned around and walked off,
suddenly pale.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ado was disgusted to see Dora here. This place did not allow trash like
her. She walked over quickly.
"I don't care if you're father is the richest man in Kinmokusei. Trash
like you don't belong here!" and indeed, they didn't. Nobody liked ugly little
sluts like this piece of shit here. Nobody liked timid weaklings who couldn't make
themselves a place in the world.
No, this world was for the ones with power, grace, and beauty, like
Fighter-sama.
And she was in the middle of it.
Smiling maliciously, Ado walked off. She knew what Fighter liked, and Dora
wasn't one of them.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A tall figure approached the gates. The guards took one look him/her. This
person's sex was indefinable underneath the dark cloak, hood pulled up to hide the face.
"Yes?" inquired Guard-number-one politely. The figure's voice was low and
melodious as it answered.
"Entrance to the ball of… Sailor Star Fighter." Guard-number-one shook his
head.
"Terribly sorry," said Guard-number-two. Who could blame them? Neither
trusted the mysterious figure, but they couldn't arrest him/her based on suspicion.
"The Princess herself stated that all was allowed to attend." Guard-number-one
frowned.
Was this person a threat? Would the Princess be harmed?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Princess Kakyuu smiled politely at the woman sitting opposite her, nodding
at every word being said. Beside her, Maker smiled at her sympathetically. There
was no hope of getting away from her; protocol required that she sit through every
form of 'torture' given to her. While the woman took a drink, she scanned the crowd
for Healer and Fighter.
_Dancing,_ stated Maker just as her eyes landed on the petite figure of
Healer. She was in the arms of a handsome man with dark hair. Eyes leaving Healer's,
she found Fighter almost instantly after that. Fighter was standing with a young girl;
rather plain, but if you looked hard enough you could probably see a quiet sort of
beauty. Fighter said something, and then she blushed. A moment later, the Soldier
herself went pale and hurried off, and just after that, Ado, a rich nobleman's
daughter approached her. Her lips were twisted into a sneer, transforming Ado's
features. Once beautiful, now her menacing expression seemed capable of wilting
flowers.
The changes on Dora's face were rather surprising as she saw the approaching
girl; surprise, then pleased, fear... Ado's back was to them, and they couldn't see her
expression or hear her voice. A moment later, Ado turned and walked to the sides,
smirking maliciously.
Kakyuu's eyes turned once again to Fighter. The Soldier was calm once more;
whatever had worried her was gone. Instead she shook her head disapprovingly and
walked over to Ado.
And her eyes glinted with something- before that look disappeared again.
Did...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Maker looked to the side- there was something here that she did not like.
Two similar auras. One felt right, the other corrupted, but… they were merged together,
and Maker felt it was impossible to distinguish between the two.
Taking a slow breath, she tried separating the two auras. Blue, streaked
with black and deep red.
Red for…
_The person/s you have killed…_ Maker let it go once again; it was impossible
to distinguish the too; she did not have the skill for this.
Where was Healer when you needed the girl?! Maker rubbed her temples tiredly,
the strain had the beginnings of a headache.
A figure looked up and caught her eye. A pale hand raised a wine glass.
Maker frowned.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Now it was she running, angry that a few words could upset her so. Dora was
red, as she recalled the words of what Ado had said. No. They weren't true; one of
the greatest soldiers alive, Sailor Star Fighter, could had *never* said that.
*Couldn't* have.
Dora sniffled. It was almost as if Ado hated the sight of her, cold eyes
glaring.
A hand grabbed her arm, a low voice told her to stop.
"Why are you running?" she looked up, charmed instantly by that voice. She
glanced down at the slim fingers. Those had been designed to play an instrument.
She looked up again at the tall male that had stopped her.
"Oh- it's-" he smiled indulgently at her stuttering. Dora sighed inwardly;
she couldn't see what his eyes looked like as they were covered by dark shades. He
had pale skin, with black hair that had thick blonde streaks through it, and even
white teeth in a gorgeous smile. This man was dressed in a black tuxedo, no tie
though, and there was a red rose in his front breast pocket. Quite charming… though
his hair would look better *without* the blonde streaks in it.
"That's what everybody has told me; lose the streaks," sighed the man. He
gave her a long suffering look, lips twitching.
"Then why do you have them?" she asked curiously. He gave her a guarded look,
and for a moment, she wondered if she had over-stepped her boundaries by asking that
seemingly innocent question. Then he shrugged carelessly.
"Would you believe me if I said that it was part of a dare?" she lowered her
eyelashes at his boyish grin.
"I'd settle for that."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Healer frowned over De-ru's shoulder as she saw the young girl stop, talking
to a tall figure. Something rather familiar at him, but her mind would not let her
remember.
"Healer-sama, is something wrong?" De-ru smiled at her.
He is *so* hopelessly in love with me, thought Healer wryly. She could see it
in his eyes, the way they looked at her. She glanced at the figure with the girl again.
"Nothings wrong." He nodded once, dropping it at her sharp glance. Letting
the tall man continue guiding her on the dance floor, her eyes turned back to the young
girl and-
Where was that person?! How-
Frowning, Healer abruptly stepped away, glancing with irritation at Fighter
before heading over to where Kakyuu and Maker were. She ignored De-ru's call, walking purposefully to her Princess.
Was she just over-reacting? People could move that fast-
No… her gaze had not left that figure for more then several seconds.
There was no place that that person could've disappeared to; no doors, or
nooks and crannies large enough for a person that size.
Without a second look at the woman sitting with Kakyuu, she planted her
hands onto the table. Her voice was cool, and yet certain as she gazed at her Princess
and Maker.
"Something is going to happen."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The conductor stepped away, frowning as the tall young man tapped the pianists'
shoulder, and sat down when the seat was cleared.
Who the- can't say that word- who did this young man think he was?! Just because
he had a nice suit, didn't mean he had the authority to just stop the orchestra!
If he wanted a song, then he could request it. *Simple* as that…!
"Sachi-sensei," whispered a young man beside him -Shuzu- quite skilled with
most of the stringed instruments-
"Do you know who he his?" Sachi shook his head angrily.
"He has an excellent posture, though," murmured Chieno, another *female*
student, with admiration. Sachi and Shuzu looked at her, their eyebrows raised. She
flushed, and shook her head violently.
"No! Really! See how straight his back is, yet how relaxed he seems?" both
stared, and Shuzu nodded, somewhat grudgingly.
Fingers poised above the keyboard…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Oh, no…" whispered Fighter.
All started as the orchestra suddenly stopped its music. One voice called out,
"Where has the music gone?!" But They're eyes were fixed on that of the male
at the keyboard. A slow tune played, and none but the few that were there recognized it.
~*~
'Seiya no ore ga kanjiru, fushigi na kimochi
Faitaa no ore ga kanjiru, shimeikan to wa chigatta...
Kitto ginga ichi mibun chigai na kataomoi da ne…'
~*~
Fighter's face was pale as she joined them, that much they could see.
"My song," she whispered hoarsely. "That's my song." The figure abruptly
stopped that, and started another. This, everybody gasped. A well known tune, even
though it had rarely been played.
~*~
'Search for your love, sora no suishou
Search for your love, nakanai de kure
Search for your love, hontou ha,
Dakishimetai no sa…'
~*~
"STOP!" Sailor Star Fighter hurried up to the middle of the dance floor,
eyes furious. The figure ignored her, a smile the only sign.
~*~
'Answer me right away…'
~*~
"Dammit! I order you to stop!"
~*~
'Answer me gently…'
~*~
"Are you deaf?!"
~*~
'Answer me right away…'
~*~
"STOP!"
~*~
'Answer me gently…'
~*~
The figure finally did, the man turning around. Healer, Maker and Kakyuu
paled- who was 'he'?!
'He' removed the dark shades, to reveal blue eyes- as blue as those of
Star Fighter.
"Of all people to pull a stunt like this, I never expected that *you*
would do such a thing." A hand pulled the rose out, twirling it idly between thumb
and finger. The person suddenly stiffed, no longer smiling, showing *just* how cold
this person was.
"Feel this!" she threw the rose straight at the person. Fighter's eyes
followed it, too stunned to move...
"AH!" she screamed as the rose penetrated her skin, sticking up in her
shoulder. She stifled a gasp as the tall woman suddenly appeared in front of her.
A hand reached out and gripped her neck.
"Where is it?! WHERE?!"
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"I would stop that, if I were you," said a cold voice. She recognized it
and she could've hugged and kissed the speaker. But the cold tone usually directed
at enemies was now aimed at her. She frowned. It wouldn't do…
Her friend was far too powerful for her to deal with now. She had the side
of the Soldiers on her.
Just to be sure though… the grip on Fighter's neck was tightened.
"St-op-" croaked the soldier. Her face was still clear.
"Hey!" She released Fighter now, at the sound of Healer's voice.
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Healer stared at the woman in front of her. She was Seiya! But, she wasn't…
Because Seiya was transformed, at the strangers' feet. The shine inside of
her was different too! The one coming from Fighter felt right.
"Don't you know me?" this question was directed to three people; Kakyuu,
Maker, and herself. "Watashi wa-"
"Don't- listen- to the imposter…" the 'stranger' glared at Fighter.
"Pathetic excuse of a Soldier!" she sneered. Fighter scowled.
"You were always jealous of me, Una. Inochi Una."
Inochi Una?!
"Who goes around dyeing their hair black, wearing contacts? Wearing the same
clothes, writing lists?" sneered Fighter. Healer stared at the 'stranger', seeing the
indecision there.
And now that she had thought about it…
Una had seemed to have a strange obsession with her…
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There was one thing to do. She had tricked them, and convincing them of the
deception was not going to be easy.
"Next time, I will return!" The tall woman aimed a punch at Fighter. She,
however, missed, and scowling, she ducked through the crowd, ran to the balcony and jumped.
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Gomen nasai and more, for any body who were offended by what I said- 'for all you
Scottish illiterate people'. I was under the impression it was just like 'Chinese
illiterate'-
Yaten: That which you are. *waves Chinese Stars Manga in her face, smirking*
… Anyway, I was under that impression, or I have my terms all mixed up. Please accept
my humblest apologies!
… This chapter is on the pathetic side of things. *shrugs* Is this not so obvious? I
guess that's why I didn't put it under 'mystery/suspense.' I somehow get the feeling
that you know where this is heading.
*glares at Yaten and stalks off*