Sailormoon- Another story revisited
by Aerseph4eva
Chapter 1- Search for the stones. Sailor Mars part 1
Senshi/Shitennou
Sailor scouts/ Prince Darien's generals
Disclaimer
I don't own Sailor Moon or the characters within the anime or the manga. If I did, I would have made sure that the Shitennou would have had more interaction within the series/volumes and that there was a lot of explicit Shitennou/Senshi scenes.
Nor do I own Sting's song 'Desert Rose' which I am currently using as inspiration for Rei's chapter. Well...I do own it, I just do not own it....understand?
Thanks for the amazing reviews you guys, I really appreciated them all. For your kindness, I am updating faster and giving you the next chapter of AS, Sailor Mars.
Now on with the fic.
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Discipline, strength, self sacrifice and inner peace were the beliefs the Buddha studied to reach the pinnacle of Enlightenment, Nirvana, Absolute Nothingness. Their teachings had always fascinated Rei, although she was a Shinto Priestess, she had always held a growing respect for all religions and cultures, that there was a magic supernatural beyond the walls of society. Her sailor senshi abilities were enough proof of that. And now she was standing within a village of one of the most oldest religions in the world. There were temples as clean and golden as the sands which laid beneath her feet, glinting as if the gods had instilled their magic into the ancient buildings.
'These temples are so beautiful...and this town is so quiet.' Sailor Mars thought to herself as she took a few steps forward from where she had recently teleported, her footsteps short and hesitant, as if uncomfortable upon treading upon sacred ground. Her violet eyes stared in awe from left to right at the beauty of the land, the freshness of the air, and the purity of the sky. She took a few more steps into the village, sensing the mass of energy which resided in the town yet finding few people walking across the street. Her long luscious, black hair gleamed an exotic amethyst tint from the strong heat rays of the sun. Mars knew for one thing, that she was definitely going to get a tan by the time she got back to Japan.
"Maybe I could ask Grandpa if we could visit here for further tutorage in the supernatural arts," The dark haired senshi thought in interest before shaking her head to what her mind was implying. She knew that she had no time to site-see. She was on a mission and not a holiday break. The memory of the sick Tuxedo Kamen brought pain and renewed fury to the fire senshi's eyes, renewing her vigour.
"Those Oppositio Senshi are going down! Hurting Mamoru...." Her eyes blazed at the thought of Mamoru's piercing storm blue eyes, and a sudden remembrance of her rousing dream at the Juuban High School caused her face to redden in shame.
"I have to stop thinking of irrelevant things and concentrate on my mission. I need to find Jadeite's Hi stone," Mars thought gruffly to herself with a frown, flipping her long hair over her shoulder, strutting forward in her red stilettos along a desolate street in the town, her eyes passing buildings and registering their locations in her mind for future reference.
Her head turned towards the side to see a large billboard where a shop was advertising their legendary Lasa Water for 500 Yen.
Mars digested the data into her mind. 'The City of Lasa....hmmm....hey?" Her thoughts froze instantly when she felt a sudden coolness rush within her, before dissipating into silence.
The fire senshi's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "I just felt a sudden evil energy," Mars said to herself, turning in a 360 degree to feel where the energy came from. 'How strange.....I still feel its presence nearby....' she thought as she took wary steps forward, tracing her gloved hands across various pillars which passed beside her, as if they held the secret where the dark energy was coming from.
"No...its not here......nor over here...." Mars mumbled to herself, turning every once and a while to glare at a person who held a gormless gaze to her provocative attire. The path of the evil energy seemed to be coming from the north where a gigantic temple stood, devoid of decoration, and consisting only of large white slabs and pillars which looked slightly worn through the process of time.
Mars narrowed her eyes further towards the white building. "It seems that it is coming from the temple in the distance......" she thought to herself as she walked up the stairs, seeing no-one in sight.
"The evil is are getting stronger," Sailor Mars thought out loud, not pausing for a moment as she walked into the temple, taking into account stone walls and the golden Buddha statues which were lined against the sides of the hallway. The entry stretched from the right side of the room which ended with a dead end to the left side of the room. The dark haired senshi walked across the frayed carpet, taking in respect of the swirls and symbols stitched in shades of red, gold and purple, her favourite colours.
Turning around another corner, Mars realised that the corridor had ended and now she was standing within a centre of the temple where tall human sized statues of golden monks, stood in the room. However, the fire senshi took little notice of the art decoration as a sudden gush a black energy engulfed her mind, causing her to lose focus for a moment. She closed her eyes in concentration. 'The evil presence is here...... in this room...'
Mars' let her inner spirit guide her feet forwards till she stopped, her eyelids opening and gasping at the sight she saw. "It is coming from..........this jewel?" Mars said in awe, her eyes dilating slightly with the sheer size of the gem in front of her, and the magnificence of its ruby hue.
"What is such an evil relic doing in a temple here?" The thought was soon erased from her mind at the sound of a loud cough behind her. Pivoting around in her high stilettos, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise at the line of men that stood before her. She did not even hear them enter the room. Coloured in the energised swathes of red and orange of their religion, their bald heads and small beady eyes glinting from beyond the shadows of the room, Mars knew that there was a strange energy emanating from them. She stepped backwards.
"What are you doing in this temple?" One of the monks asked, his face dark, yet ashen, as is devoid of all emotion, his thick eyebrows narrowing into a hateful frown.
"And why were you near the Gemetus Ruby you suspicious character?" Another questioned harshly, as he raised a fisted hand upwards towards the woman who had stepped inside their holy temple.
Mars couldn't help but sweat-drop, feeling nothing but anger and a strange feeling of darkness being emanated towards her. "Oh I was merely gazing at this beautiful jewel and now...I....I....was just on my way out," the fire warrior answered weakly, confused with the malice which was being forced towards her. 'Weren't Buddhist monks known for peace, harmony and respect for all things living?' Mars took another step backwards, unconsciously moving towards the direction of the ruby's gaze.
The men's eyes seemed to glow within the shade of the room. "Get her!" one roared, and Mars could only gasp as one rushed towards her, knocking her to the floor with a swift kick. The senshi of war laid their, sprawled across the floor, registering the move. Blood trickled down the side of her lip and it was there she saw only red.
'That's it! How dare they try to attack me! Sailor Mars!'
Raising her hands, as she felt her ki rise within her, its heat bubbling inside her. She vaulted her hands forward, shifting her digits into complex shapes and prayers causing the scent of the air to shift around her, her hands literally burning from the resonating heat beneath her gloves. Her eyes shifted open from which a burning fire glowed. Pure red flames crossed the distance between her palms and with a quick spin, the flame spiralled in a circle around her before dividing and manifesting into the shape of burning disks. "Burning Mandala!" Mars screeched, thrusting the spirals forward in a torrent of flames and colour towards the surprised monks, who not expected the sudden attack, fell to the floor like charred mannequins.
The fire senshi panted at the use of her strongest attack, eyeing the fallen monks feeling somewhat sympathetic to have reacted in such a dramatic manner, however her sympathy vanished when she saw the men suddenly transform before her eyes, Their features were disfigured and deformed that they did not even look human.
"Youma?" Mars frowned, leaning down to trace her palm above one of the fallen warriors, feeling its dark energy weakening within her mind's eye. Her head whipped up as she head the sound of footsteps from the corridor she came from, frowning in distaste when she saw yet more monks enter the room, pausing at the sight of their fallen comrades.
'They must be Youma as well,' Mars thought with a frown, quickly rising to her feet, as anger pulsed in waves within her. She wanted to find Jadeite's stone quickly and get back to Japan, not fight a whole army of Youma by herself.
The fire senshi stretched her arms own as she began to chant out her strongest spell yet again. "Youma! Be prepared to be fried to cinders! Burning Man- what?" Her battle cry was broken as she felt a sudden cold rush run through her, dowsing the burning flame inside her. It was only when she tried to summon her magic inside of her again that she suddenly realised a devastating revelation. She couldn't move.
"My body....I can't.....mo....ve...." Mars thought in irritation, as she attempted to move her limbs. Her fingers couldn't even respond. It felt like all her nerve endings had been pulled into position like a puppet and that her strings were pulled against an invisible yet extremely powerful force behind her, leaving her frozen and exposed for attack. She cried out in agony as one of the monks punched her in the chest, knocking her down to the knees in one blow. Wheezing from the impact, Mars was unable to defend the second kick to her face which sent her sprawling to the ground. She opened her eyes in pain, as she felt darkness try to sweep over her, her body still frozen to her mind. She bit her lip in anger as she looked upwards and in her eye sight she could see a red object shining like a dark beacon beyond the haze of her vision. Realisation hit her like a ton of bricks
"That jewel....It is immobilising me....absorbing...my.....energy....."
Her eyes darkened with bitterness. "I'm done for....." She saw the shadows cross over her form and she closed her eyes, saying a silent prayer to her ancestors to watch over her Grandpa, Yuuichirou (Chad), her friends, and her princess. However death did not come to her, and Mars opened her eyes to see a sudden white image dash past her. It was only when she weakly turned her head that she saw all that all of the monks were now lying unconscious on the floor. A man clad in a white do-gi, adorning a black sash stood silently among the fallen men. Then as he moved slowly out of his formal stance, the martial artist stood and bowed slowly, murmuring a silent prayer to the heavens before rising and turning to face her. Mars eyes blurred and her world fell to darkness before she could see the face of her saviour.
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The sound of loud shouts and the patter of footsteps broke the warrior's mind out of meditation from within the Takra Kuhp Temple. Long, dark eyelashes fluttered slowly revealing cobalt orbs, glazed as if awakening from a deep sleep. He groaned to himself, thinking how the monks were training unusually louder today than usual. He stared down at in his lap, where the pendant of 'Imperial Jade' glistened up at him, channelling his energies to the voice of his God. His heirloom, passed on to him from the forgotten years of the Silver Millennium. Raising the treasured stone to his face, the religious warrior bent his head down and brushed his lips against the cold mineral, shivering as its mystical power tingles his lips and stimulated his senses, leaving him gasping. He knew the mineral was a connection to a greater deity beyond the naturalness of the world. That its power held the locked emotions of a God from a thousand years ago. To describe an inanimate object with feelings would have not been accurate, but it was more the interpretation between the music and fragmented images which evoked human reactions within him, which he could only interpret through his own human emotions.
'Violet flames glaring from beneath the flutter of black eyelashes.'
I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
'A woman conceived from the birth of a flame. Beautiful, passionate, intoxicating, wanting, desirable, perfect, passionate.........'
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
'Strong in spirit as that of a burning flame. Intense, powerful, aggressive, dominant, fiery, deadly......'
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems
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'The memory of her crystallised teardrops, a sight more heartbreaking and sinful than seeing the crimson blood that forever stained her face and fingers...'
' .........I wanted her since the first time I saw her...'
The stone seemed to heat up in resonation to the images causing the warrior to drop the mineral down in surprise. He stared down at the slight burn on his hand, gaping from the vision that was presented into his mind's eyes through the spiritual stone of his heirloom. Smokes of steam rose from the glowing Imperial Jade before cooling and returning to its dark emerald hue. Murmuring one final prayer to his God and only Master, the warrior reached for the cooled mineral, taking a single glance at it in bemusement before tucking the emerald mineral inside his black sash. Then rising to his feet like a panther, the warrior bent his head, staring down at the sand hued mats where he had been sitting for the last four hours in meditation. Swiping against the dark chestnut bangs impended his vision, the brunet turned his head and was suddenly drowned within the scent that was so intoxicating that it assaulted all his senses.
"This scent, I have never smelled before.....yet I have......it seems to be coming from beyond this room..." The brunet muttered to himself as he feet seemed to move from his own accord, the scent becoming more familiar after every step.
'This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this.'
He pushed the wooden doors of the room open, and couldn't help but gasp at the sight in front of him. There were so many monks fallen upon the floor. So many that he had never recognised before, but it wasn't their fallen bodies which shocked him, nor the burning embers which were dying from the charred clothes. It was the woman who stood panting near the shrine of the Gemetus Ruby. Black hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves of dark exoticism, flowing down the curves of her womanly figure with unearthly beauty.
Her figure turned in his direction, and it was there he saw her face, and her eyes....
'Violet flames...the fire goddess...'
It was her. The woman from his dreams. The flames, the curves, the heat, the fire...The jewel in his sash came alive once again and he knew what he must do. Taking a step forward to introduce himself to the beautiful stranger, he was paused when the doors of another entrance opened, and there stood more monks ready for battle. He stood in silence, as he watched the female warrior stand her ground, showing no fear to the men who stood against her. His eyes stared transfixed at the way her eyes darkened and her aura heated up the room, searing his skin even though she stood a far distant away. Her arms rose into an intricate dance and the brunet watched with keen blue eyes at what was about to happen. However the anticipation was short-lived for the next moment, he felt a swarm of strange energy surround the girl eliminating her rising power and the dowsing the heat of the room in an unnatural coolness.
'Why are these monks fighting a woman?'
'Are they really.....even....monks?"
The brunet frowned as the monks advanced and starting attacking the mysterious woman. However, she wasn't deflecting the attacks and so was getting hit with each blow.
Blue eyes narrowed in suspicion when the female woman made no move to attack or defend. It was like she could not move at all...
"These aren't men of priesthood."
A cry of pain sounded in the room as the unknown female was knocked to the ground with one fierce kick.
'That was uncalled for...'
Now was his cue.
He sprinted forward and attacked the first monk on sight.
He fought upon instinct, as hand and foot connected to the enemy's limbs before he could even register their impact. He turned swiftly around and sent a swift round house kick to an unsuspecting monk, pressing his foot firmly into the neck of his pressure point turning the monk into a lifeless doll. Latching onto another's wrist, he wrenched his arms upwards and tossed the man towards another monk, who fell down unconscious upon impact.
He arms dropped down to his sides, panting heavily as he watched as the last man fell to his knees. Staring down at his hands, the warrior cringed at the chaos that was given by his hand in such a holy temple. He bowed his head in shame, murmuring a silent prayer to his god for forgiveness. Steeling himself up, he turned around and for silent moment, violet eyes locked upon his before slipping away into oblivion.
He dashed forward and caught her head in his hand before her face hit the floor. He was genuinely surprised at how soft the girl's cheek, unable to fight the urge of sliding his calloused against her moist red lips, seeing them part with a sigh. The visions from the 'Imperial Jade' surely didn't do the woman, no this beautiful deity, justice. The dreams was unable to create have the pigment of her skin, the heat from the sighs of her breath. Yet the scent of perfume was the same. A sound of a rat scurrying across the floor, broke the warrior out of his daydream as he realised the danger of his precarious situation. Hoisting the girl into his arms, the brunet stood up, and turned back once to look at the destruction before sprinting out of the temple and to the safety of his home.
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What do you guys think? I know I kind of went OTT with the fighting scene since in the game, the 'mystery fighter' only does one hit and the monks fall to the ground. I was unable to add much character development upon Rei since it was her first chapter. What is gonna happen to Rei? And what is this connection to the 'Imperial jade',? (If any of you guys do chemistry, you may know what this rare stone is also named as.....or some of you guys who have a little common sense can guess what it could be....)
Anywho, what do you guys think. I believe that this chapter was a little short and it feels odd to semi conclude Mercury's chapter and move onto the next senshi. I feel really sorry for Zoisite. I don't think I can leave him in such sadness for more than a few chapters. I think I may link their story within Mars' in the next chapter.
Please review you guys! I would really appreciate it.
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Aerseph4eva
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