Chapter 2
Hearts of Crimson Gold
They say having a heart of gold is one of the highest compliments you can receive. I decided to play off of that for this chapter. The first one was kind of boring, but I figure you have to know and understand what's going on first. I hope that's good enough, but in case you don't understand what I'm getting at, I'm sorry! Thank you to all my reviewers! Sapphire
Case
Hi, I'm Case Nicoliana Harmony; I was born on January 8th in a city formerly known as Tokyo. However, I don't speak much Japanese. When I was a little girl, my mother told me having a heart of crimson was a high compliment. She said having a heart of gold was an empty sort of compliment you say to someone who is kind, but a heart of crimson meant you were full of compassion, love, and forgiveness, not just kindness. Humanity, as my father said, was the base of this compliment. Out of all their wise teachings, this will be the one I'll always remember.
I came from a strong family, a kind family. I've always been thankful for that. I wasn't even a week old when the disastrous World War 3 began. I grew up during hard times. My father taught me self-defense and my mother taught me etiquette. I learned many things from my parents: fencing, archery, art, music, and dance were all things they taught me.
I lived next door to a gracious and kind family, and across the street from a rude, and very disrespectful family. The family I lived next door to had a son about my age. We were friends for a while but were soon broken apart. The family I lived across the street from also had a son my age, and just for the record we were never friends, in fact I had nothing to do with that entire family. Once, when I was about fifteen, the boy who lived across the street attacked me. He'd tried to rape me. I was tired and caught off guard, not a good combination in my case. I did my best to put up a good defense, but I soon ran out of energy. He was about to get what he wanted when my friend from next door passed by the alley we were in and saved me from that creep! He cursed and ran into the alley, much faster than he usually ran, and jump-kicked the guy. He let go of me and went flying. My friend saw me collapse and ran to me to see if I was all right. I can't remember his face but the way it felt when he held me stayed with me forever. I felt safe in his strong arms. The guy who attacked me was so sued! I don't think I ever saw my friend after that incident. We'd been separated up until this point in time. Our reunion was short and not the sort you'd commonly come across.
The reason we were torn apart is because government spiritual scouts somehow realized I had spiritual powers. The only remaining sailor scouts trained them: Sailor Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Pluto, and Saturn. The government scouts told my parents that if they didn't let them take me to a special school where I'd be trained to become a protector, they'd be forced to imprison my parents and eliminate me from this world. They assured my parents I'd be in the best of care, that they wouldn't let anything happen to me as long as it was in their power to stop it. Before I even knew what happen I was taken from my parents for ten years. I was only five and never slept without my parents close-by. That was soon to change.
I was put through intense training for my powers, but even more intense were my learning standards. This was all at the infamous Helman's Academy, or as we students liked to call it, Hell on Earth. During my ten years in Helman's, I learned what a person graduating from your average college would know. I only saw my parent son holidays. We were given holidays according to religion. Catholics, like me, were given lent, Christmas, All saints Day, Immaculate Conception, Assumption, Ascension, and Solemnity of Mary, Mother of God, off. That's 46 days off, not really enough time. 460 out of 3650 days, is not enough time to be with your family, and some didn't even get that much. It was because of this I felt so lonely for so long. And to add on to this, nobody received mail from their families until they passed their tests with a 96 percentage or higher, these tests were always at the end of the week. If it was discovered you didn't have what it takes to become a spiritual warrior, you had the option of either dropping out, staying in or, my personal favorite, being charged directly into the KNIGHTS military force without knowing what you were getting into. Great choices, huh?
Then it was suddenly the first day of lent, and my friend was saving me. I've forgotten everything about that guy except how it felt to be held by him. I wondered for a while if I'd ever see him again, and he was soon pushed to the back of my thoughts as I heard an announcement. There was to be a tournament to discover who would be the guardian of this imperial establishment. I was told by The government officials to fight against everyone with my full ability, or I'd risk everyone's life, at least everyone who lived in the establishment any ways. I controlled wind and pure energy, a rare combination in my establishment. I was a very powerful opponent. I'm glad too; otherwise I would have gotten beat up a lot worse. I spent weeks at a time in the hospital. None of my fights were easy. With my every victory came another visitor to the ER. My heart cried every time I saw someone loaded into the ambulance. I knew it was either my fault, or I could have stopped it. My last fight was against the best guy in the tournament; it was to discover who would become the guardian. I fought my best and we quickly wore each other out, he fired one last energy ball, which I barely dodged, and followed him up with a forceful wind that blasted him to the wall of the ring. I remember the last words the masked fighter said to me. He said that I had a heart of crimson gold. I must have gone through five boxes of tissues that day in the hospital. I was in pretty bad shape, so I was there for a week before I heard the news; I had been chosen to become the guardian.
Daranden
My name is Daranden Heero Yuki. I was born in a city formerly known as Tokyo on June 5th. That's all I'll tell you about my past for now, you don't have to know everything about me! I'm in the KNIGHTS military force. Allow me to explain. I went to Helman's Academy because their scouts found out I had spiritual powers. I was taken from my family and friends when I was 5. I was put through hellish training. None of the school officials realized I was concealing my powers so I could leave, however, they didn't let me pick. They put me in here.
KNIGHTS is really an acronym for Kingdom, Necessary Investigative Guardians High Tech Spiritual. It's finished off with military force, but that's another story. Our job is to protect citizens from supernatural or very big threats using our powers. Everyone in this imperial establishment has the power to control pure energy. Few have the power to control wind; it's a rare trait. Some of us can even control all types of power, but it's a one in a million chance. I can control wind as well as pure energy.
KNIGHTS force buddies and I were like family. We were always there with one another. But fate was not kind to us. The Academy realized I was a valuable asset and I was forced to fight in a tournament to determine who would be the establishment's guardian. Everyone was forced to wear masks during the tournament to shield from the pain of fighting your best friend or that kind of stuff. I was kind of glad about that because I had a childhood friend who lived next door to me, she was taken away from her family days before me, and I was sure she'd be forced to fight. The last time I saw her, was a long time ago. I remembered her face a little bit, but I was sure I'd recognize her if I fought her. That and my buddies from KNIGHTS were fighting too.
I fought with everything I had and ended up winning every match I was in, except for the last one. None of my victories were easily gained; I spent a long time in the hospital. All the nurses and doctors knew me by the time the tournament was over. I lost my last match to a female warrior. My childhood friends words echoed in my head. She said to have a heart of gold was an empty compliment, but a heart of crimson was the highest compliment you could receive. I saw the fighter crumble after my defeat, she was crying. I couldn't tell if she was in emotional pain or agony from her wounds. I remembered my friend's face and told the fighter she had a heart of crimson gold. She looked at me and cried harder. After that, I passed out and they carried me away. I was in the hospital for at least 2 weeks and I got flowers from all my friends and some from the fighter that beat me.
While I was in the hospital, I remembered the time I rescued my friend from a rapist. He turned out to be Ganyemede, one of my neighbors (He'd been to the Academy too, but he'd been expelled for some unknown reason.). I can't remember her face anymore, but I remember the way it felt when I was around her. I don't know why I saved her when I saw her. I guess my noblesse oblige was in overdrive. I didn't even recognize her at first. Then I sped up and kicked Ganyemede. He let go of her and she fell. I realized it was my friend and carried her home. I waited until her parents were home to take her back to her house. While she was at mine, she was out like a bulb on my bed. I was waiting on their front steps. I don't know why I remembered this incident then, but I did. Weird, huh?
When I was released from the hospital I spent half a year at Hell on Earth, and graduated. I went back to KNIGHTS where my friends welcomed me back. It was the first time I felt like me again in a long time. After that 2 months passed and I heard the masked woman I'd fought had to go through a lot to become guardian. All that work to be imprisoned in your own mind. I didn't think about it much until another month shot by.
My neighbors from back when I was a kid died. I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. My thoughts immediately turned to my long-lost friend, then somehow shifted to the masked fighter. I wondered if she could deal with this kind of loss in her state, Or if she'd even know about it. I don't think I've ever been so sad. I couldn't attend the funeral. I was busy protecting civilians from a gang headed by a woman named Io.
After that I forgot about it. I grew to be happy in the present. I wasn't busy too much so I decided to volunteer at a nearby shrine. It's ironic that I'd go there since I'm Catholic. But it's not really that kind of shrine; it's more like a community center. I never really understood that until that incident I had.
I was exploring the shrine, since I was new. They'd given me my uniform, one of those old-fashioned priest outfits. I was thinking about how comfortable I was when I got lost. The shrine was huge. I went to a door to see if someone inside could give me directions. When I entered I saw a large coffin like box on a holy alter. It was made of pure sapphire. When I touched the lid it totally dissolved. What I saw then was the most beautiful and sad creature on the face of this earth.
She was, as I later found out, the sleeping princess of this establishment. The masked fighter and my long-since-forgotten friend danced their way into my thoughts once more. After that I managed to come back to this spot everyday to see her. It felt like she needed me to be there for her, to comfort and care for her. It was like she was begging me to protect her, to be proof she existed. It suddenly made sense now, that this shrine wasn't one of worship. No one would think of looking here. I understood all too well.
I noticed the first time I saw her that she was crying in her sleeping-state. She was never smiling. There was always a sad, solemn, and lonely expression on her face. I didn't realize it just then, but I cared about her more than anyone else I've ever known did. It even felt like I knew her. A single thought crossed my mid then, "I'll always protect you."
I hope you liked this Chapter of Sapphire Midnight. I never thought I'd finish this one! Well, let me know what you think. Review. And if you like it pass it on! Keep reading! My love goes out to you! I appreciate all the reviews I get. Keep reading. Sapphire
Hearts of Crimson Gold
They say having a heart of gold is one of the highest compliments you can receive. I decided to play off of that for this chapter. The first one was kind of boring, but I figure you have to know and understand what's going on first. I hope that's good enough, but in case you don't understand what I'm getting at, I'm sorry! Thank you to all my reviewers! Sapphire
Case
Hi, I'm Case Nicoliana Harmony; I was born on January 8th in a city formerly known as Tokyo. However, I don't speak much Japanese. When I was a little girl, my mother told me having a heart of crimson was a high compliment. She said having a heart of gold was an empty sort of compliment you say to someone who is kind, but a heart of crimson meant you were full of compassion, love, and forgiveness, not just kindness. Humanity, as my father said, was the base of this compliment. Out of all their wise teachings, this will be the one I'll always remember.
I came from a strong family, a kind family. I've always been thankful for that. I wasn't even a week old when the disastrous World War 3 began. I grew up during hard times. My father taught me self-defense and my mother taught me etiquette. I learned many things from my parents: fencing, archery, art, music, and dance were all things they taught me.
I lived next door to a gracious and kind family, and across the street from a rude, and very disrespectful family. The family I lived next door to had a son about my age. We were friends for a while but were soon broken apart. The family I lived across the street from also had a son my age, and just for the record we were never friends, in fact I had nothing to do with that entire family. Once, when I was about fifteen, the boy who lived across the street attacked me. He'd tried to rape me. I was tired and caught off guard, not a good combination in my case. I did my best to put up a good defense, but I soon ran out of energy. He was about to get what he wanted when my friend from next door passed by the alley we were in and saved me from that creep! He cursed and ran into the alley, much faster than he usually ran, and jump-kicked the guy. He let go of me and went flying. My friend saw me collapse and ran to me to see if I was all right. I can't remember his face but the way it felt when he held me stayed with me forever. I felt safe in his strong arms. The guy who attacked me was so sued! I don't think I ever saw my friend after that incident. We'd been separated up until this point in time. Our reunion was short and not the sort you'd commonly come across.
The reason we were torn apart is because government spiritual scouts somehow realized I had spiritual powers. The only remaining sailor scouts trained them: Sailor Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Pluto, and Saturn. The government scouts told my parents that if they didn't let them take me to a special school where I'd be trained to become a protector, they'd be forced to imprison my parents and eliminate me from this world. They assured my parents I'd be in the best of care, that they wouldn't let anything happen to me as long as it was in their power to stop it. Before I even knew what happen I was taken from my parents for ten years. I was only five and never slept without my parents close-by. That was soon to change.
I was put through intense training for my powers, but even more intense were my learning standards. This was all at the infamous Helman's Academy, or as we students liked to call it, Hell on Earth. During my ten years in Helman's, I learned what a person graduating from your average college would know. I only saw my parent son holidays. We were given holidays according to religion. Catholics, like me, were given lent, Christmas, All saints Day, Immaculate Conception, Assumption, Ascension, and Solemnity of Mary, Mother of God, off. That's 46 days off, not really enough time. 460 out of 3650 days, is not enough time to be with your family, and some didn't even get that much. It was because of this I felt so lonely for so long. And to add on to this, nobody received mail from their families until they passed their tests with a 96 percentage or higher, these tests were always at the end of the week. If it was discovered you didn't have what it takes to become a spiritual warrior, you had the option of either dropping out, staying in or, my personal favorite, being charged directly into the KNIGHTS military force without knowing what you were getting into. Great choices, huh?
Then it was suddenly the first day of lent, and my friend was saving me. I've forgotten everything about that guy except how it felt to be held by him. I wondered for a while if I'd ever see him again, and he was soon pushed to the back of my thoughts as I heard an announcement. There was to be a tournament to discover who would be the guardian of this imperial establishment. I was told by The government officials to fight against everyone with my full ability, or I'd risk everyone's life, at least everyone who lived in the establishment any ways. I controlled wind and pure energy, a rare combination in my establishment. I was a very powerful opponent. I'm glad too; otherwise I would have gotten beat up a lot worse. I spent weeks at a time in the hospital. None of my fights were easy. With my every victory came another visitor to the ER. My heart cried every time I saw someone loaded into the ambulance. I knew it was either my fault, or I could have stopped it. My last fight was against the best guy in the tournament; it was to discover who would become the guardian. I fought my best and we quickly wore each other out, he fired one last energy ball, which I barely dodged, and followed him up with a forceful wind that blasted him to the wall of the ring. I remember the last words the masked fighter said to me. He said that I had a heart of crimson gold. I must have gone through five boxes of tissues that day in the hospital. I was in pretty bad shape, so I was there for a week before I heard the news; I had been chosen to become the guardian.
Daranden
My name is Daranden Heero Yuki. I was born in a city formerly known as Tokyo on June 5th. That's all I'll tell you about my past for now, you don't have to know everything about me! I'm in the KNIGHTS military force. Allow me to explain. I went to Helman's Academy because their scouts found out I had spiritual powers. I was taken from my family and friends when I was 5. I was put through hellish training. None of the school officials realized I was concealing my powers so I could leave, however, they didn't let me pick. They put me in here.
KNIGHTS is really an acronym for Kingdom, Necessary Investigative Guardians High Tech Spiritual. It's finished off with military force, but that's another story. Our job is to protect citizens from supernatural or very big threats using our powers. Everyone in this imperial establishment has the power to control pure energy. Few have the power to control wind; it's a rare trait. Some of us can even control all types of power, but it's a one in a million chance. I can control wind as well as pure energy.
KNIGHTS force buddies and I were like family. We were always there with one another. But fate was not kind to us. The Academy realized I was a valuable asset and I was forced to fight in a tournament to determine who would be the establishment's guardian. Everyone was forced to wear masks during the tournament to shield from the pain of fighting your best friend or that kind of stuff. I was kind of glad about that because I had a childhood friend who lived next door to me, she was taken away from her family days before me, and I was sure she'd be forced to fight. The last time I saw her, was a long time ago. I remembered her face a little bit, but I was sure I'd recognize her if I fought her. That and my buddies from KNIGHTS were fighting too.
I fought with everything I had and ended up winning every match I was in, except for the last one. None of my victories were easily gained; I spent a long time in the hospital. All the nurses and doctors knew me by the time the tournament was over. I lost my last match to a female warrior. My childhood friends words echoed in my head. She said to have a heart of gold was an empty compliment, but a heart of crimson was the highest compliment you could receive. I saw the fighter crumble after my defeat, she was crying. I couldn't tell if she was in emotional pain or agony from her wounds. I remembered my friend's face and told the fighter she had a heart of crimson gold. She looked at me and cried harder. After that, I passed out and they carried me away. I was in the hospital for at least 2 weeks and I got flowers from all my friends and some from the fighter that beat me.
While I was in the hospital, I remembered the time I rescued my friend from a rapist. He turned out to be Ganyemede, one of my neighbors (He'd been to the Academy too, but he'd been expelled for some unknown reason.). I can't remember her face anymore, but I remember the way it felt when I was around her. I don't know why I saved her when I saw her. I guess my noblesse oblige was in overdrive. I didn't even recognize her at first. Then I sped up and kicked Ganyemede. He let go of her and she fell. I realized it was my friend and carried her home. I waited until her parents were home to take her back to her house. While she was at mine, she was out like a bulb on my bed. I was waiting on their front steps. I don't know why I remembered this incident then, but I did. Weird, huh?
When I was released from the hospital I spent half a year at Hell on Earth, and graduated. I went back to KNIGHTS where my friends welcomed me back. It was the first time I felt like me again in a long time. After that 2 months passed and I heard the masked woman I'd fought had to go through a lot to become guardian. All that work to be imprisoned in your own mind. I didn't think about it much until another month shot by.
My neighbors from back when I was a kid died. I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. My thoughts immediately turned to my long-lost friend, then somehow shifted to the masked fighter. I wondered if she could deal with this kind of loss in her state, Or if she'd even know about it. I don't think I've ever been so sad. I couldn't attend the funeral. I was busy protecting civilians from a gang headed by a woman named Io.
After that I forgot about it. I grew to be happy in the present. I wasn't busy too much so I decided to volunteer at a nearby shrine. It's ironic that I'd go there since I'm Catholic. But it's not really that kind of shrine; it's more like a community center. I never really understood that until that incident I had.
I was exploring the shrine, since I was new. They'd given me my uniform, one of those old-fashioned priest outfits. I was thinking about how comfortable I was when I got lost. The shrine was huge. I went to a door to see if someone inside could give me directions. When I entered I saw a large coffin like box on a holy alter. It was made of pure sapphire. When I touched the lid it totally dissolved. What I saw then was the most beautiful and sad creature on the face of this earth.
She was, as I later found out, the sleeping princess of this establishment. The masked fighter and my long-since-forgotten friend danced their way into my thoughts once more. After that I managed to come back to this spot everyday to see her. It felt like she needed me to be there for her, to comfort and care for her. It was like she was begging me to protect her, to be proof she existed. It suddenly made sense now, that this shrine wasn't one of worship. No one would think of looking here. I understood all too well.
I noticed the first time I saw her that she was crying in her sleeping-state. She was never smiling. There was always a sad, solemn, and lonely expression on her face. I didn't realize it just then, but I cared about her more than anyone else I've ever known did. It even felt like I knew her. A single thought crossed my mid then, "I'll always protect you."
I hope you liked this Chapter of Sapphire Midnight. I never thought I'd finish this one! Well, let me know what you think. Review. And if you like it pass it on! Keep reading! My love goes out to you! I appreciate all the reviews I get. Keep reading. Sapphire