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Chapter 5
'In the Air of Him'
"She's perfect. Porcelain,..."
"And who is this that has won the heart of one so untouchable," a gruff voice interjected.
Small details came into focus: a sardonic grin, a feather of white hair, a strong, square jawline. A word slowly surfaced in his mind, Kunzite. Another face crossed his line of vision, coppery hair, a restless quick pace. He turned his earnest green eyes onto Mamoru.
"I don't know, Kunzite, she didn't seem real," Zoisite ran one hand through his hair facing his superior officer.
"In other words, your Majesty, he didn't even ask for her name," a smooth laugh echoed out of the corner. Nephrite...
"Gentlemen need I remind you of prior engagements," Kunzite laid a finger on his sword. He and Nephrite quickly left Mamoru alone with the bewitched Zoisite. Mamoru could feel Endymion's impatience, his desire to spar metal with his peers. But his friend laid a hand on his arm before he could leave.
"Endymion, please," Zoisite's voice was quiet with passion. Endymion and Mamoru's eyes met Zoisite's gaze. "I'm not insane. I saw her in the Northern Forests in the snow, without even a cloak. The snow falling," Zoisite lost himself in the memory."...she was an angel, I think or a winter spirit."
For a short moment, Mamoru felt as though he could feel Zoisite's pulse quickened in his own heart. Mamoru closed his eyes to that searching gaze.
He opened his eyes slowly once more, and stared at the ceiling cracks fanning out like veins across the empty space. He sat up brushing hair from his eyes. Was that a dream? He touched his arm softly, he could still feel the warmth and strength of Zoisite's grip. Mamoru shook all of the stray thoughts from his head. He reached for the table beside his bed and drew a small velvet bag out of the top drawer. Mamoru carefully emptied the bag in his hand and held up the stones before his face.
"What are you trying to tell me?" he whispered softly. He was almost certain that the vivid dream had to have been a memory of the past. He pushed his feet into his slippers and lurched in the direction of the coffee pot. Everything felt vague with the first snowfall as if his thoughts and time itself had been muffled, suspended or hidden by the snow still falling outside. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully wondering at the sudden, short memory.
He took a small ginger sip of the coffee and reached for yesterday's mail. He reopened the letter from Setsuna. "Mamoru, forgive me for this informal address." Mamoru sighed softly at this point; she always addresses me as if I were already crowned. He skipped through the polite nothings and the trivial rehashings of the senshis' daily lives. "I have seen portents in the sky. They mean nothing but I wish you to be on your guard. The future is as mobile and dependable as the shifting of seasons and weather. I do not wish to alarm you just to offer that reminder." Her handwriting was faint as if time had already diminished the words by years..."portents in the sky..." Nephrite...he had known. Mamoru faltered for a moment. A memory returned. A few days before ever meeting Serenity, Endymion spoke with Nephrite on the castle turrets.
"Nephrite is something troubling you?" Endymion had approached his trusted adviser and friend.Nephrite's profile appeared dark under the moonless sky. His voice seemed distant and sad.
"Prince there are signs in the sky. I do not know what they mean. But something will change for both good and bad the future."
Endymion studied his friend for a long moment before turning away.
Mamoru looked once more at Setsuna's letter. The warning was not as strong but certainly as persistent. The future...