A Dream is A Wish

By Cassandra

After a considerable amount of time of writer's block for this fic, I finally come out with the final chapter. I hope this suits your fic palette. ^_^

Hideto is a name I chose for Kakyuu's fiancé, because Himeko isn't really his name or so I heard. Anyway, Sailor Moon does not belong to me but I own Kira and Aoi. ^_^

Hope you have fun reading as much as I love writing and reviews **hint, hint**

Chapter IV

Kakyuu

I once had a fiancé.

He was a prince and we were destined to be together, uniting our two empires into one.

I never really liked him at all at first.

Our first meeting was anything but pleasant.

We were first presented to one another when we were eight years of age.

We stood straight and proud beside our parents as we were introduced. I never really thought much of him then. He was a boy, I was a girl, we were from two different worlds that never understood one another.

I didn't want to get close to him for he was a boy. I knew then that boys liked to play in the dirt and I didn't want Grandmother to be enraged over the state of my soiled clothes once more. Lord knows I have had more punishments for being messy than any other child my age put together.

I was a princess, Grandmother had said, I couldn't just go around "making a mockery of my pure and royal blood" by being dirty and associating with those lower than me.

She had caught me in the company of my Starlights, who were just mischievous and precocious children, running around in my first few games of tag and threw a fit over the state of my dirtied robes.

I had seen nothing wrong with it, but she made it perfectly clear that she did when she yelled and pinched me back into the palace, leaving my Starlights confused and appalled.

Grandmother was an old conservative, may her soul rest in peace.

Going back to my first meeting with my fiancé, I didn't want anything to do with him. And what was this "marriage" business they kept on talking about? I didn't understand.

I guess it was a way of forcing us to interact with each other when our parents asked us to go to the gardens and play.

The most discreet, but grudging look was on his face as he complied and proceeded to hold his hand out for me to take. Even as a child, he had always been quite polite.

Being the frank and unspoken child I was then, I made my sentiments on the matter known in the most eloquent manner possible.

"Eew! You're a boy! You're dirty! No way!"

I could still hear the shocked gasps from his parents and my father and the discreet giggle from my mother.

The look of outrage was unforgettable on his face and I could never forget his very dignified response.

"Who wants to play with a whiny girl anyway?"

He never visited me and I never again saw him until we were sixteen.

I never forgot about him and as I came of age, I grew to understand my fate with him more and more.

Keeping the memory of our first meeting close, I didn't feel any excitement when I heard that he was coming for the formal announcement of our engagement.

It never crossed my mind to rebel against the arrangement. I never really thought that one day I would find true love. I wasn't romantic or maybe I was just too concerned about the responsibility I would hold in the future, I didn't know. I just didn't see myself finding the time in my future to find true love and actually get married.

I waited with mixed emotions for the coming of my husband-to-be. Actually, I had no feelings.

I had nothing that I didn't expect.

He was going to come and meet me and in the end of three years the two of us would be wed.

But there came something that I hadn't anticipated.

I didn't expect that I would be engaged to such a kind, gentle, and loving young man.

I didn't fall in love with him at first or second sight, but our love grew from a friendship that was sincere and trusting. We had agreed to be friends since we both realized that animosity during marriage would just not do anything good for anyone.

He was pleasant and thoughtful, always going out of his way to be there when I needed him. He expected nothing more from me other than that I would be there for him as well when the need comes. We could tell each other anything and we had no secrets.

What made me love him in the way I did, you ask?

Well, looking into his eyes one cool, moonlit night did it.

We were standing outside during another one of those boring social functions, just talking the night away as we usually did when we are together.

We had been laughing about this story he was telling me about when we just suddenly stopped.

I was looking at his eyes and I only then realized that it was the first time I ever did that.

They were an extraordinary shade of gold that just fixed you in the spot. I had never seen such beautiful eyes before and before I knew it, I was drowning in them.

Then I realized that I was drawing closer to him and he to me and I was saved when I felt his lips coaxing mine to come alive under his.

My first kiss.

I now watch wistfully as I look around at the happiness and love around me.

A little distance ahead, my Stars Healer and Fighter or Yaten and Seiya as they seem to want to be called now, were arguing/flirting as they always did.

Yaten was rolling her lime green eyes at something her dark-haired lover was saying. Seiya in turn was trying his best to win her back with his trademark, charming smile.

Taiki, Maker, "the babysitter" as he exhaustingly called himself as he was conversing with me a while back, was sighing at their behavior but looked neither angered nor saddened.

He will always stand by his friends and comrades no matter what. Nothing could make him turn his back on them even if it hurt him so much.

Meanwhile, I smile secretly at the love blossoming before our very eyes.

Keeper and Striker.

Aoi was chattering animatedly as if she wasn't bothered by anything earlier that morning. Her arms were around the neck of a white teddy bear as she smiled at her tall and dashing companion. Kira seemed less guarded than usual. He actually grinned and teased his partner a great deal today. Maybe he would become even more open as time goes by. He needs to get his feelings sorted out or else find the courage he was known for to put to good use.

All they really needed to do was say something to one another.

I know how deep their love is.

Aoi's hat is falling off again and Kira is quick to catch it.

I am beginning to wonder if she is doing it on purpose or not.

My Starlights never know how much I do know about them than they let on.

I smile sadly suddenly as I watch them with envy in my heart.

Hideto was gone and I can never have him back.

It saddens me that I was never given the chance to live my life with him.

It was my destiny and his, but then again, the future isn't written in stone.

Maybe it was a destiny that was never to be.

I can still remember the pain and the bitterness that haunted me that time when I was trying to find comfort in the stars that I passed and cried starlight for me. I felt so angry and I wanted nothing more but to end everything.

I still do sometimes, but I manage to rouse myself from these fits of selfishness.

Even if I have lost the love of my life, there is still love and purpose here waiting for me. So many things are my responsibility and it would be cowardly to just run away from them.

I have to serve my real purpose in this lifetime.

I shall protect those who love and dream as I do.

"Kakyuu-hime, shall we go?" Yaten asks me as she peers hopefully into my face, concern evident in her eyes. She must have seen me staring into nothing here.

"Are all of you ready?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go."

Live, love and dream, my Starlights.

This is my gift to you.