WARNING, WARNING, YAOI ALERT! YOU ARE WARNED!!
CHAPTER TEN: OF LOVE FORBIDDEN
Shawn blocked the punch thrown by Trowa and with a grunt, heaved the tall Knight over her shoulder, sending him sprawling on the training arena's floor mat.
"Get up!" She snarled in disgust. "And stop holding back! Just because I am female does not mean I am weak. I'm a Soldier Senshi first and foremost and a woman second, got that?!"
Trowa's eyes widened in surprise – he felt they have had this conversation before. "Have we had this conversation before? I have the strangest feeling of déjà vu…" the Silent Knight asked softly.
"Probably, back in the Silver Millennium." Shawn replied with a shrug. "You and Makoto are cousins and she and I were best friends back then."
Trowa shrugged as well before he lowered into a battle stance. "Let's get back to training; we can learn more about our past selves later."
"Agreed." She acknowledged before lunging at him.
Solace leaned against the wall of the library where Hisharo was gathering up a couple books from the Silver Millennium about Chaos and it's abilities. The former OZ officer's braid swayed as he gracefully moved about the shelves, every once in a while pausing to run a long, almost slender finger down a book spine while checking a title. Solace felt a little shiver go down his spine, but didn't know why.
"Was Chaos always like this?"
Hisharo's head turned and violet clashed with gold. "No, not always. In fact, it aided the legendary first Senshi."
"It?" Solace questioned.
"The scrolls containing that legend have deteriorated to where that most of the sections concerning the exact details on Chaos are all but nonexistent." Hisharo replied sadly. "In fact, many do not know the true genders of the first Senshi of Pluto and Saturn."
Solace arched a golden brow. "You're sad. Why?"
The red-haired man chuckled. "I am the Senshi of Wind and Knowledge, Sol-sama. I have both the thirst for knowledge and the 'need for speed' as my twin would say. I guess the fact that I can never truly know what happened back then makes me sad. I hate missing out on a great story."
"Where are the counterparts for the Inner Sailor Senshi and the Outer Soldier Senshi?" the White Sol Prince asked in concern.
"They are alive," the Uranus Senshi replied while tapping his temple, "I can sense Haruka. Hopefully, we will not be needing them on the front lines."
Solace appeared thoughtful as many possible battle strategies ran through his sharp mind. "If we can keep them on the alert for any of Chaos's minions in other places – the Colonies for instance, than we truly wouldn't have to worry much about those areas."
Hisharo grinned at him. "I'm glad to have you back, Sol-sama."
"I'm not all back, Hisharo, but hopefully we all will be before Chaos decides to attack." Solace said, the wisdom and courage he was legendary for in the Silver Millennium shining through the veneer of the civilized savage he had become in this life.
Hisharo's grin turned into a soft smile. "You always put others before yourself. That has always made you an excellent leader and a beloved Prince."
Solace blinked. "Soo ka? (Really?)"
"Hai, Sol-sama."
Hisharo turned away, preparing to leave when he was struck by a sudden thought. 'Sol-sama has no real memories of how we acted towards each other – how he thought of me only as a friend and advisor while I secretly longed for him…I don't think I could stand hiding my emotions for another lifetime. Eros once told me to be open about my feelings. Maybe it's time I listened to that advice.'
Solace hardly had time to comprehend what happened. One instant, Hisharo was turning to walk away and in the next split-second, the White Sol Prince found himself pinned up against the towering bookshelf behind him. He couldn't scream – by the time the thought to scream had streaked across his brain, he had found it too late – because of Hisharo's lips firmly pressed against his own. His lips parted slightly in surprise, and the red-haired Senshi took that opportunity to slip his tongue into the warm, wet recesses of the Prince's mouth.
'What am I doing?' the logical part of Hisharo's mind shrieked and the horny part replied gleefully, 'Kissing Sol-koi, that's what!' The logical side gave a soft 'Oh.' and was silent before… '…NANDE?!'
Solace's own mind was also having an internal debate. 'This feels…odd…' part of his mind said in confusion. The older, wiser part of him that remained from the Silver Millennium spoke as though to sooth the confusion, 'You've never truly been kissed before, especially not with this much passion.' The consciousness that had yet to merge with the older parts of his psyche was still confused, 'Why not?' The older part hesitated before responding, 'Because many either feared the power you wield or desired it for themselves.'
At the same time, the two men pulled from one another. Gold and violet bore into the other as both gasped for air.
"I…gomen ne, gomen…" Hisharo stuttered.
The red-haired Senshi stumbled backwards and raced out of the library. Solace slid down the bookcase, his eyes wide with shock.
"…bloody hell…" the Brit whispered in surprise.
Somewhere in the colonies, a golden-haired teenager was laughing hysterically in his sleep, causing him to be awakened (via pillow to the head) by a grumpy black haired boy who promptly began cursing the blonde in several languages for waking him up.
Minako yawned and leaned against the wall of the training room, awaiting the chance to begin training. A cup of hot tea seemed to materialize before her. Her eyes lit up and she gratefully took the teacup carefully. Quatre leaned up against the wall beside her and sipped his own tea.
"Doomo, Quatre-kun!" the blonde-haired Sailor Senshi said in appreciation as she inhaled the warm aroma of the beverage before sipping it delicately.
"I thought you looked like you needed something warm and I didn't think you looked like a coffee drinker." The blonde Knight replied.
"Only if I need to be awake studying! Solace introduced all of us to the stuff." Her face took on an impish grin. "He regretted it immediately when all of us finished studying and still had enough energy to drive him crazy! Never get Ryoken, Usagi, Shawn, and myself hyper, or your sanity may pay the ultimate price."
"Strange, I seem to remember something like that happening…back before…" He murmured.
"We all had some Java to keep us awake during those formal balls and such when we were all younger. Solace and Setsuna were old enough and well trained enough to know other means to keep themselves looking interested – Setsuna especially!" She said with a cheeky grin.
"Careful, Minako, the walls have ears." Teased Ryoken as he and Makoto appeared from the shadows, hand-in-hand.
"Especially when your voice carries like it does in this place!" The tall Sailor Senshi of Jupiter added. "Better hope some of the noises we heard were a certain female Senshi of Pluto getting laid or she might get revenge big time!"
Trowa and Shawn took that moment to fly by, each with their hands locked around the other's throat. The two landed with a loud *thud* on the training room floor as they tried to gain dominance over the other.
o.o; "A little enthusiastic aren't they?" Makoto asked, her brunette brows raised in surprise.
"Only after Shawn started insulting him to get him to actually attack her and go all out." Minako said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've got to ask what she said, if the response she got out of him was that strong!"
"What did she say?" Quatre asked in concern of his tall, quiet friend.
"I couldn't hear all of it, but I did hear the words 'frigid', 'heartless', 'sexless', and I think 'sex-deprived uni-banged male chauvinistic pig' but I could be mistaken." ^_^ The Sailor Senshi of Venus replied cheerfully.
O.O "Oh dear Allah!" The blonde-haired Arab squeaked. "He's very sensitive about his hair, maybe we should stop them before they kill each other…"
¬.¬ "Now why do you say that? Shawn's a perfectly able soldier who isn't afraid to fight dirty. You wouldn't be saying that just because Shawn's a woman would you?" Minako growled with Makoto glaring at Quatre. Behind the brown-haired Sailor Senshi, Ryoken made sharp hand gestures of 'for the love of Kami-sama run while you still can!' before placing his hands behind his back when Makoto turned her head to glare at him.
"Of course he isn't! He's just worried that if they go overboard in their training, that they might be too hurt or tired when we go up against Chaos!" Ryoken said hurriedly and the other man nodded swiftly in agreement.
When the girls nodded in agreement, Ryoken gave a silent sigh of relief. That was one disaster adverted for the day…