Title: Could This Be Love? (3/?)
Author: Jaya
Distribution: ask and I will let you...maybe
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sailor Mercury belongs to her very lovely creators and so does
General Zoicite, ditto for the mention of the other Generals/scouts. And
anyone who I've missed.
Feedback: is the foundation of my universe.
At: jacey111@yahoo.com
Summary: Being stuck under a bed is not fun. And a romantic interlude.
Note: This is the third chapter of a new series, which is an effort to get
around the great big bloody writers WALL (not block) I am suffering from.
Hopefully, this will give me idea's for Memory fades, but until then that
series is on hold. Oh, and I prefer Ami spelt like this, and I never like the
last name Anderson, so Ami has her Japanese name, but everyone else has their
other name with Japanese last name. Oh, and Zoicite is a man, and hasn't had
a relationship (of the sexual kind) with Kunzite for a while. None of the
Generals are dead.
Dedication: To my first three reviewers on this fic; Kaze no beru, Melete and
Pupetta. You are all brilliant!
To the person that asked, a Beta reader is a proof reader.
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Could this be love?
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Chapter 3
***********
It had been six days since he'd kidnapped the girl. And still she refused to
tell him the names of the other senshi. Still, from a few off-hand comments
Mercury had made, he should be thankful that he'd grabbed her, and NOT any of
the other scouts.
It was bizarre, Kunzite had been unusually quiet recently. At meal times, and
when the Generals had to do things together. And he'd caught him observing
him at bizarre times, like when Beryl had made Zoicite go over the details of
he last fight with the sailor senshi *again*.
Good grief, did the woman ever shut up? And in the middle of Beryl ranting,
he'd looked away to find Kunzite studying him with the most...oddest
expression. And even if Kunzite HAD wanted to stare at him for some reason,
he used to be better at doing it unobserved....
Oh well, it was another thing to ponder on another dreary Negaverse day.
*
Ami had reading in Zoisite's bedroom when it happened. Although she had her
own room now, she still spent an alarming amount of time in his room. Of
course it was because Zoicite for some reason had an amazing amount of
classic novels in his room. And she of course enjoyed reading.
That was it, of course it had nothing to do with the fact that Zoicite was
when you got down to it, rather good looking. And hadn't done anything really
mean to her since the day when he threatened her. But he was evil, and he was
supposed to threaten people like Ami, wasn't he?
She'd felt the wards move slightly to admit someone into the quarters. Ami
had moved to go and greet the person whom she assumed was Zoicite when she
heard it.
The tread of someone much taller and heavier than the General whom had
captured her. Someone who had a cloak that swished against his clothing as
he moved.
Ami quickly dove, book and all, under the bed. Making sure all of her body
and dress could not be seen, she froze as the person walked in. What were
they doing in Zoicite's rooms anyway? Hadn't Zoicite told her that she was
'safe' (Safe? Anywhere in the Negaverse?) in his rooms, in that no one else
would enter.
Obviously someone had. All she could see were a pair of grey pants and boots,
along with a cloak. That was enough though.
Kunzite. For some baffling reason, the name still evoked feelings of anger
and envy in her.
Wait a minute! Still? She didn't even know the guy, how could she 'still'
feel envious of him?! It didn't make any sense at all.
And when was he going to leave? She must have been under the bed for at least
twenty minutes! And it was DAY TIME so Zoicite wouldn't be back for HOURS
yet!
Ami stifled a groan as she realized how long she could be stuck under the
bed. And she couldn't even read under there, because there wasn't enough
light.
*
Kunzite searched to find what had made Zoicite so....different lately. There
had to be SOMETHING that made him so odd. He'd been whistling. WHISTLING a
few days previous!
There was something very unnatural about Zoicite whistling. After all, they'd
been together as a couple for a few centuries, and he had never so much as
displayed a tiny musical ability. Then suddenly, he starts whistling in the
corridors. It was the kind of thing to put the youma off their work, and
floors really did need to be scrubbed regularly to achieve that sparkle that
you could see your face in.
So he was stuck resorting to going through his ex-lovers possessions to find
out what had changed so radically in Zoicites life. Little did he know that
the 'object' of his search was a person who was not only a Sailor Senshi, but
lying, bored stiff, under his ex-lovers bed.
*
Ami was bored to tears. It had been more than an hour now, much more, and he
still didn't appear to be leaving. It took a lot of effort NOT to sigh, when
he apparently went over to look at the bookcase again.
THIS was the man whom they had feared more than the other Generals? This was
so BORING! Where was Zoicite? Where was he? She was going to have to kill him
later if this kept up.
Hang on, she couldn't. Damn Zoicite and his stupid gadgets! She couldn't even
pummel him for putting her through this new form of excruciating torture. Who
would have thought it?
Not her that was for certain.
Ami sighed inaudibly and since she wasn't allowed to think about hurting
Zoicite, she decided to come up with ways to torture Kunzite instead.
Now there was a task that would keep her going for a while.
*
An hour and a half later, Ami was beginning to run out of ideas without
repeating. She was up to one involving Kunzite and a cheese grater, when
Kunzite suddenly strode from the room, and she felt the wards lift and close.
After waiting a few minutes Ami climbed out, threw her book on the bedside
table, and flopped onto the bed, face-down. She let out a scream, muffling
the noise with a pillow.
Three hours. THREE. And had been stuck under a BED of all things.
When Zoicite got home she was going to give him a piece of her mind.
And Ami was so angry that she didn't realize that She'd just called Zoicite's
quarters 'home'.
*
Zoicite was feeling....chipper. He hadn't had to see Beryl all day, he also
hadn't had to see Kunzite, so no weird looks. He was happy, he was really
pleased, and all it had taken was the capture of one Sailor Mercury.
It had been a good day.
What a pity it was that it wasn't going to hold much longer.
He entered his quarters, reset the seals, and went to his bedroom. He was
mildly surprised to see Ami, sitting on his bed, hands folded demurely in her
lap.
This was vaguely disturbing, but he couldn't quite figure out why.
"Did you have a nice day?" Ami asked. Zoicite now knew that something was
definately wrong. Her voice was carefully neutral, no emotions whatsoever.
"It was okay." He replied cautiously. "How was yours?"
Ami's eyes flashed, and Zoicite realized that he'd asked a bad question.
"I am so glad you asked." She purred. (Purred? Ami?) "Well, the morning was
okay, and everything was brilliant until just after lunch when I was reading
in here. And then someone lets themselves through the wards. I figured out in
time that it wasn't you, and hid under the bed." She pouted unconciously.
"Do you know who the mystery guest was?" Ami asked, getting angry, and
allowing her emotions free reign. "Why none other than your ex-flame, General
Kunzite!"
Ami stood up, and began to pace, so she wouldn't possibly lose it and strike
Zoicite. After all, she didn't want to collapse again.
Zoicite found his voice after working his jaw a few times. "What was he doing
in here?" He asked, bewildered. What on earth had he been doing in his
bedroom?
"I don't know? Looking for something I guess." She said with a shrug. "And I
don't think he found it either."
Zoicite tilted his head up suddenly. "Why would you say that?" He asked,
curious as to why Kunzite had invaded his privacy, and to what this girl's
opinion of it was.
"He searched, and searched before leaving empty-handed." She said. Her pout
grew more pronounced. "Zoicite, do you know how long he was here for?" Ami
asked in a mild tone of voice, puppy dog eyes looking at him.
"No," Zoicite said. "How long?"
Ami spun around to face him again, in the middle of her pacing. "He was in
here for more than three HOURS. I was stuck under _your_ bed for more than
three hours! I couldn't read because it was too dark, and after the first
hour and a half I didn't have anything to do! So I thought of painful ways
to torture and kill him. And then finally, FINALLY another one and a half
hours later, he finally left. And I couldn't believe that your wards would
have been bad enough that mmm..." The rest of her rant was cut off as Zoicite
gave in to the temptation she presented, and kissed her, hard. He curled his
arm around her waist, and the other went to hold her head in place, so she
couldn't break away.
Ami was shocked more than anything, and her first instinct was to shove him
away. However new feelings were coming to the fore, and soon she REALLY
didn't want to shove him away. If anything, she wanted to pull him closer.
Ah, a lot closer. This was wrong. It had to be wrong! He was the enemy.
But at the same time, it felt oh so right.
All the time however, her mind was trying to get a message through to the
part of Ami that was really enjoying itself. After all, she hadn't really
kissed that many boys, and this one was rather good at it.
When Zoicite stopped kissing her, and pulled his mouth away, the calm
analytical part of Ami was satisfied. The enemy had stopped kissing the
Senshi of Mercury, and everthing would be fine. This line of thought
continued until Zoicite somehow got her to sit down on the bed, and began to
nibble the column of her neck.
Now, some people believe that we have an angelic and a demonic version of
ourselves that form our concience. The angelic one was trying to tell Ami
that she did not want this _absolutely gorgeous evil general nibbling on her
neck, because it is very irresponsible_ and the devil was just cheering as
_Ami Mizuno, the good girl who did what her parents told her and got good
grades_ was allowing one of her enemy's, and technically captor, to ah, have
fun with her. Not that she was complaining or anything.
Finally Ami's 'angel' stuck her foot in the doorway of Ami's mind, and
started shouting orders. It took exactly five minutes and twenty six seconds
for these orders to get through. They also coincided with the fact that
Zoicite had gotten bored with her neck, and ran a hand experimentally along
her thigh. While at the same time, kissing her on the mouth again.
Ami's eyes shot open, and she scooted backwards, pushing him off her. She
stood, gaping at him for a few minutes, before turning tail, and running for
her room, and bolting the door behind her.
Breathing heavily, she sat down at the dressing table. She looked into the
mirror at her reflection. Her eyes had a soft purply tinge to them, her lips
were bruised, hair in disarray from him running his hands through it. And her
neck...her neck and collar bone had marks on it. God he'd given her a hickey.
Correction. He'd given her many hickey's.
But why was he doing this. Why had he even kissed her?
Oh Goddess, what was happening to her?
He'd kissed her, and she'd enjoyed it.
Hell, he'd done more than simply just kiss her, and she'd been set to let him
do more!
*Ami.* her inner voice said mockingly. *you are in deep deep trouble.*
Was she ever.
*
Zoicite looked moodily at the door Ami had run out of moments before. He was
in trouble, he knew. He had a scout, and hadn't told. And everything would
have been fine.
But.
Whatever had possessed him to kiss her?
Whatever it was, he was in trouble now.
Things had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.
*****************************************************************************
Another chapter finished! Hurrah! Thoughts anyone? I know where this is
going, but I would like a Beta, anyone willing to do this for me, please
contact me.
Jaya
Author: Jaya
Distribution: ask and I will let you...maybe
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sailor Mercury belongs to her very lovely creators and so does
General Zoicite, ditto for the mention of the other Generals/scouts. And
anyone who I've missed.
Feedback: is the foundation of my universe.
At: jacey111@yahoo.com
Summary: Being stuck under a bed is not fun. And a romantic interlude.
Note: This is the third chapter of a new series, which is an effort to get
around the great big bloody writers WALL (not block) I am suffering from.
Hopefully, this will give me idea's for Memory fades, but until then that
series is on hold. Oh, and I prefer Ami spelt like this, and I never like the
last name Anderson, so Ami has her Japanese name, but everyone else has their
other name with Japanese last name. Oh, and Zoicite is a man, and hasn't had
a relationship (of the sexual kind) with Kunzite for a while. None of the
Generals are dead.
Dedication: To my first three reviewers on this fic; Kaze no beru, Melete and
Pupetta. You are all brilliant!
To the person that asked, a Beta reader is a proof reader.
*********************
Could this be love?
*********************
Chapter 3
***********
It had been six days since he'd kidnapped the girl. And still she refused to
tell him the names of the other senshi. Still, from a few off-hand comments
Mercury had made, he should be thankful that he'd grabbed her, and NOT any of
the other scouts.
It was bizarre, Kunzite had been unusually quiet recently. At meal times, and
when the Generals had to do things together. And he'd caught him observing
him at bizarre times, like when Beryl had made Zoicite go over the details of
he last fight with the sailor senshi *again*.
Good grief, did the woman ever shut up? And in the middle of Beryl ranting,
he'd looked away to find Kunzite studying him with the most...oddest
expression. And even if Kunzite HAD wanted to stare at him for some reason,
he used to be better at doing it unobserved....
Oh well, it was another thing to ponder on another dreary Negaverse day.
*
Ami had reading in Zoisite's bedroom when it happened. Although she had her
own room now, she still spent an alarming amount of time in his room. Of
course it was because Zoicite for some reason had an amazing amount of
classic novels in his room. And she of course enjoyed reading.
That was it, of course it had nothing to do with the fact that Zoicite was
when you got down to it, rather good looking. And hadn't done anything really
mean to her since the day when he threatened her. But he was evil, and he was
supposed to threaten people like Ami, wasn't he?
She'd felt the wards move slightly to admit someone into the quarters. Ami
had moved to go and greet the person whom she assumed was Zoicite when she
heard it.
The tread of someone much taller and heavier than the General whom had
captured her. Someone who had a cloak that swished against his clothing as
he moved.
Ami quickly dove, book and all, under the bed. Making sure all of her body
and dress could not be seen, she froze as the person walked in. What were
they doing in Zoicite's rooms anyway? Hadn't Zoicite told her that she was
'safe' (Safe? Anywhere in the Negaverse?) in his rooms, in that no one else
would enter.
Obviously someone had. All she could see were a pair of grey pants and boots,
along with a cloak. That was enough though.
Kunzite. For some baffling reason, the name still evoked feelings of anger
and envy in her.
Wait a minute! Still? She didn't even know the guy, how could she 'still'
feel envious of him?! It didn't make any sense at all.
And when was he going to leave? She must have been under the bed for at least
twenty minutes! And it was DAY TIME so Zoicite wouldn't be back for HOURS
yet!
Ami stifled a groan as she realized how long she could be stuck under the
bed. And she couldn't even read under there, because there wasn't enough
light.
*
Kunzite searched to find what had made Zoicite so....different lately. There
had to be SOMETHING that made him so odd. He'd been whistling. WHISTLING a
few days previous!
There was something very unnatural about Zoicite whistling. After all, they'd
been together as a couple for a few centuries, and he had never so much as
displayed a tiny musical ability. Then suddenly, he starts whistling in the
corridors. It was the kind of thing to put the youma off their work, and
floors really did need to be scrubbed regularly to achieve that sparkle that
you could see your face in.
So he was stuck resorting to going through his ex-lovers possessions to find
out what had changed so radically in Zoicites life. Little did he know that
the 'object' of his search was a person who was not only a Sailor Senshi, but
lying, bored stiff, under his ex-lovers bed.
*
Ami was bored to tears. It had been more than an hour now, much more, and he
still didn't appear to be leaving. It took a lot of effort NOT to sigh, when
he apparently went over to look at the bookcase again.
THIS was the man whom they had feared more than the other Generals? This was
so BORING! Where was Zoicite? Where was he? She was going to have to kill him
later if this kept up.
Hang on, she couldn't. Damn Zoicite and his stupid gadgets! She couldn't even
pummel him for putting her through this new form of excruciating torture. Who
would have thought it?
Not her that was for certain.
Ami sighed inaudibly and since she wasn't allowed to think about hurting
Zoicite, she decided to come up with ways to torture Kunzite instead.
Now there was a task that would keep her going for a while.
*
An hour and a half later, Ami was beginning to run out of ideas without
repeating. She was up to one involving Kunzite and a cheese grater, when
Kunzite suddenly strode from the room, and she felt the wards lift and close.
After waiting a few minutes Ami climbed out, threw her book on the bedside
table, and flopped onto the bed, face-down. She let out a scream, muffling
the noise with a pillow.
Three hours. THREE. And had been stuck under a BED of all things.
When Zoicite got home she was going to give him a piece of her mind.
And Ami was so angry that she didn't realize that She'd just called Zoicite's
quarters 'home'.
*
Zoicite was feeling....chipper. He hadn't had to see Beryl all day, he also
hadn't had to see Kunzite, so no weird looks. He was happy, he was really
pleased, and all it had taken was the capture of one Sailor Mercury.
It had been a good day.
What a pity it was that it wasn't going to hold much longer.
He entered his quarters, reset the seals, and went to his bedroom. He was
mildly surprised to see Ami, sitting on his bed, hands folded demurely in her
lap.
This was vaguely disturbing, but he couldn't quite figure out why.
"Did you have a nice day?" Ami asked. Zoicite now knew that something was
definately wrong. Her voice was carefully neutral, no emotions whatsoever.
"It was okay." He replied cautiously. "How was yours?"
Ami's eyes flashed, and Zoicite realized that he'd asked a bad question.
"I am so glad you asked." She purred. (Purred? Ami?) "Well, the morning was
okay, and everything was brilliant until just after lunch when I was reading
in here. And then someone lets themselves through the wards. I figured out in
time that it wasn't you, and hid under the bed." She pouted unconciously.
"Do you know who the mystery guest was?" Ami asked, getting angry, and
allowing her emotions free reign. "Why none other than your ex-flame, General
Kunzite!"
Ami stood up, and began to pace, so she wouldn't possibly lose it and strike
Zoicite. After all, she didn't want to collapse again.
Zoicite found his voice after working his jaw a few times. "What was he doing
in here?" He asked, bewildered. What on earth had he been doing in his
bedroom?
"I don't know? Looking for something I guess." She said with a shrug. "And I
don't think he found it either."
Zoicite tilted his head up suddenly. "Why would you say that?" He asked,
curious as to why Kunzite had invaded his privacy, and to what this girl's
opinion of it was.
"He searched, and searched before leaving empty-handed." She said. Her pout
grew more pronounced. "Zoicite, do you know how long he was here for?" Ami
asked in a mild tone of voice, puppy dog eyes looking at him.
"No," Zoicite said. "How long?"
Ami spun around to face him again, in the middle of her pacing. "He was in
here for more than three HOURS. I was stuck under _your_ bed for more than
three hours! I couldn't read because it was too dark, and after the first
hour and a half I didn't have anything to do! So I thought of painful ways
to torture and kill him. And then finally, FINALLY another one and a half
hours later, he finally left. And I couldn't believe that your wards would
have been bad enough that mmm..." The rest of her rant was cut off as Zoicite
gave in to the temptation she presented, and kissed her, hard. He curled his
arm around her waist, and the other went to hold her head in place, so she
couldn't break away.
Ami was shocked more than anything, and her first instinct was to shove him
away. However new feelings were coming to the fore, and soon she REALLY
didn't want to shove him away. If anything, she wanted to pull him closer.
Ah, a lot closer. This was wrong. It had to be wrong! He was the enemy.
But at the same time, it felt oh so right.
All the time however, her mind was trying to get a message through to the
part of Ami that was really enjoying itself. After all, she hadn't really
kissed that many boys, and this one was rather good at it.
When Zoicite stopped kissing her, and pulled his mouth away, the calm
analytical part of Ami was satisfied. The enemy had stopped kissing the
Senshi of Mercury, and everthing would be fine. This line of thought
continued until Zoicite somehow got her to sit down on the bed, and began to
nibble the column of her neck.
Now, some people believe that we have an angelic and a demonic version of
ourselves that form our concience. The angelic one was trying to tell Ami
that she did not want this _absolutely gorgeous evil general nibbling on her
neck, because it is very irresponsible_ and the devil was just cheering as
_Ami Mizuno, the good girl who did what her parents told her and got good
grades_ was allowing one of her enemy's, and technically captor, to ah, have
fun with her. Not that she was complaining or anything.
Finally Ami's 'angel' stuck her foot in the doorway of Ami's mind, and
started shouting orders. It took exactly five minutes and twenty six seconds
for these orders to get through. They also coincided with the fact that
Zoicite had gotten bored with her neck, and ran a hand experimentally along
her thigh. While at the same time, kissing her on the mouth again.
Ami's eyes shot open, and she scooted backwards, pushing him off her. She
stood, gaping at him for a few minutes, before turning tail, and running for
her room, and bolting the door behind her.
Breathing heavily, she sat down at the dressing table. She looked into the
mirror at her reflection. Her eyes had a soft purply tinge to them, her lips
were bruised, hair in disarray from him running his hands through it. And her
neck...her neck and collar bone had marks on it. God he'd given her a hickey.
Correction. He'd given her many hickey's.
But why was he doing this. Why had he even kissed her?
Oh Goddess, what was happening to her?
He'd kissed her, and she'd enjoyed it.
Hell, he'd done more than simply just kiss her, and she'd been set to let him
do more!
*Ami.* her inner voice said mockingly. *you are in deep deep trouble.*
Was she ever.
*
Zoicite looked moodily at the door Ami had run out of moments before. He was
in trouble, he knew. He had a scout, and hadn't told. And everything would
have been fine.
But.
Whatever had possessed him to kiss her?
Whatever it was, he was in trouble now.
Things had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.
*****************************************************************************
Another chapter finished! Hurrah! Thoughts anyone? I know where this is
going, but I would like a Beta, anyone willing to do this for me, please
contact me.
Jaya