*NOTE* I dot not own Sailor Moon. If I did I would be rich! If I had written anything like Sailor Moon I don't think I would write a fanfic for it either.*
The ocean rushed onto the shore. Its light blue waters were mixing with the golden sand, and the sun was high and hot in the sky. Kids were jumping in the waves, teenagers tanning, and males seemed to have games of volleyball playing up and down the beach.
"May I play," a soft playful voice sounded. The players of the game stopped and stared. They were in aw of her long legs, cute shorts, exposed tummy, and her bikini top that exposed a lot of her cleavage. Her blonde glowed in the sunlight. It was wrapped in a long ponytail with a red ribbon. The men looked up and down at her many times before one of them stepped and let her join the game. They split into teams and started a new game of volleyball.
She was an exceptional player. She did her team a lot more justice then many of the men thought she would, although her feminine attributes helped out as well. The group played well into the sunset. Soon the sky was getting colder and people started giving excuses on leave.
"Please tell me you can stay," a male voice asked. She looked at him in aw. His white hair resting on his shoulders and his strong chest heaving with every breath, she could not help but blush from what her eye's looked upon. She agreed to stay and the two walked along the beach, letting the water nip at their feet.
"So tell what brings you to this side of the beach?" he asked playfully, "I thought your private beach was over on the other side?"
She rolled her eyes with disgust, "That is for my mother," she started, "Don't remind me of that woman."
The man laughed, "Are you saying you are like Princess Jasmine out in the market place," he smiled and was quiet pleased with himself with his little comment.
Mina smiled seductively, "Are you hoping to be that cunning street rat Aladdin,"
The man smiled slightly and walked in closer towards her. "It is hard to be a street rat when I am one of Earths top generals." A smile came to her face. She was impressed on his looks and couldn't help looking into his crystal blue eyes. He slid his hand towards hers and held it.
"This is silly," she giggled, "I don't even know your name." The man stopped and faced her. He looked deep into her eyes. She could feel his heart pounding against her, and her feet felt as if they were jelly.
"Kunzite," he whispered. His voice was carried into the wind. "I already know who you are princess." She smiled and looked down at her feet. A hint of pink brushed her cheeks. Kunzite took her chin and lifted her head. Sweetly he kissed her lips.
"So this is what you run off to child," a loud haughty female voice rang through out the beach. She was in an elegant dress of blue. Her face held lines of aging and very cold eyes. Two younger women held there heads down behind her. Very rarely did you see their faces in the woman presences.
"Mother," she stepped away quickly from Kunzite. Her face turned pink but subsided as she saw the cruel look on the Queen's face.
"Well then you will be coming with me," the Queen turned towards the castle as her servants follow. She started to walk away but she looked back at Kunzite one last time. Kunzite kissed his hand and directed it towards her. Once again she went pink, and then disappeared into the palace.
Weeks went by and secret letters were filtering through the palace. Many of the servants lost their jobs in the process, but the princess was sure that they had nothing left to fear for the rest of their lives. She was good at convincing her father of such acts, but she wished she could get him to see her love towards Kunzite. The princes sat at her mirror and brushed her hair. She took his advise and but half her hair up in her red ribbon. She was surprised about his attention to detail. Quietly a maid slipped into the room through a secret doorway. She tossed a letter on the princess's vanity and quickly left through the secret passage. The princess quickly opened the letter and read:
To my beauty,
I have been missing the day I met you.
I have longed to touch your lips once again.
I love you Mina,
Mina twirled around the room. She jumped back first onto the bed. When she opened her eyes she saw that she was in her room. Her stereo stood on the self next to various stuff animals. Her cloths were scattered on the floor. She rested her hand on her head to shake the confusion. Mina laid her head back down in her pillow. She stared at the ceiling for a while then at an empty picture frame she was going to give as a birthday present. Suddenly an image flashed inside the frame. His crystal eyes staring into hers, his strong body open to hers, and his white hair glowing around him. Then the images was gone and only left the empty picture frame.
"Kunzite," Mina whispered as she stared at the empty picture frame.