We'll here goes chapter 5. Well things have been complicated quite a bit, eh? I'm liking the way my story is going. Poor Heero, but I s'pose he deserved it. Which brings me
to Poor Minako, being just barged in on like that....
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Heero just watched Minako, as she looked out the window. She had opened it not long ago, letting the wind blow in and cool the room down. The wind blew her hair back as
her eyes looked all over the castle yard. The green trees and the gardens, the fountains and the practicing warriors, everything but him. He desperately wished she would look at him so he would know if he was forgiven, but when she did all he could was look away.
He quickly looked away as her eyes wandered to his. Shortly after he had gotten mad at her, he had felt so remorseful over it. But he would never apologize, he knew he was too stubborn to do it. And if she ever suggested that it was his fault, then he would be angry once more.
So he just sat there, not saying a word and knowing she wouldn't either. They were too stubborn, both of them. And whoever broke the silence first was the loser. They had
been sitting like that for a few hours now, and he had to admit he was feeling a bit anxious to leave.
But there was a invader on the premises, and so he had to protect his charge. The invader had killed five very respectable soldiers, and four of those were only barely less as
skilled as Heero was. Which meant the Assassin was a very good one, or a very sneaky one.
He had thought that was who was behind the curtain when he had charged in. Then he had gotten an eye full, which, now that he thought about it, was worth the shoe on the
head.
He smirked at the thought, she had been furious. Throwing everything in sight at him, while still trying to contain modesty. Finally, she had just ran behind the screen again
and threw on her clothes, before coming out and saying some very un-ladylike language.
He once again looked at her, now she was humming a song. She was such a strange person, one minute angry, then the next humming a song and smiling to herself. How
could anyone change emotion so much?
She puzzled him to no end. She had had just as rough a childhood as he had, training and fighting. Sometimes having to kill more than just monsters, killing men and women and children, even. But somehow she had a smile on her face the next. Could it be she was hiding behind her smile, the way he himself kept his face emotionless?
Maybe killing didn't even effect her at all, no that couldn't be it. She was to pure a person to be a killing fanatic.
Once again he looked away as her eyes wandered towards his. Waiting until she looked away he once again began to contemplate her. So caught up in his own thoughts,
he didn't even notice her eyes close slowly and her body relax.
When he finally realized it he was mesmerized. She looked so much more peaceful that she did when she was awake. Her slow even breathing, and her slight snore. Her
mouth began to move and he could barely hear her voice, let alone realize what she was saying.
He inched forward carefully, making sure not to make any noise. He finally got close enough to hear her, as her slow even breaths became faster and her head began to
thrash around. Throwing her hair into her face.
"No.." She moaned. "Please don't leave! I don't want to be alone... Please!"
Heero felt himself overflowing with pity for the Senshi of Love. Her head was now covered in sweat and she had this look of anguish all about her. Her eyebrows pulled down, her eyes spilling tears that fell down her cheeks.
Her hands felt around as though looking for something. Heero reached up and absently wiped a tear from the girls face. She gasped and he jumped back, thinking he had
woken her up. She remained asleep though and he was glad not to be caught in eavesdropping, he thought with a sigh.
He relaxed and put his hand on the side of the window seat for better balance. Her hand once again felt for something, before coming to rest on his hand. Her lips pulled up
in a slight smile and it seemed she sighed in relief. Her other hand came to grab his hand as well. They grasped it eagerly, then curved to grasp it more firmly.
Heero's eye's widened at this strange occurrence, he had never held a girls hand before. It wasn't so bad, he thought as her face relaxed. Her thrashing ceased and she once again began to breathe normally.
He let her hold her hand for a few more moments, before trying to pull it free. Her grasp tightened on his, and she wouldn't let go. He pulled again, this time more persistent
and her eyes fluttered open. Heero remained completely still, not even breathing until she was once again fully sleeping.
He tried again and again to free his hand, but every time she almost woke up. Deciding to wait until she loosened her grip, he leaned against the wall and waited. Her grip
never ceased, and eventually he began to feel sleepy. The warm beating of the sun on his skin, and the sound of birds chirping and water flowing got to him.
Heero's eyes fluttered closed, to his first ever peaceful sleep. Not full of nightmares, but peaceful dreams, featuring a certain blonde haired girl he knew. And he now had his
fingers intertwined with.
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Minako began to hum a tune her mom had used to sing to her. It was a beautiful, haunting melody. The only problem with it was it made her sleepy. She felt her eyes flutter
closed, unaware of her bodyguards scrutiny.
::Dream::
Minako felt them put her in a padded coffin. Adjusting her hair and body, to make her look as though she were just sleeping. She wasn't. Opening her eyes, she saw all of her senshi friends gathered around it. They were all crying and comforting each other.
"She died fighting bravely," Haruka said proudly, tears also running down her cheeks.
"She died protecting me," Usagi choked out, burying her face in Mamoru's chest and sobbing.
Setsuna only looked at her, pity in her all knowing eyes. She wasn't crying, such wasn't her way. She had seen too much death and destruction to cry anymore.
Makoto and Rei tried to sob quietly, and Ami had collapsed on the floor.
"I'm not dead!" Minako cried, trying to comfort her companions.
If they heard her, they didn't show it. But continued to cry, and remember her. Then they just left, walking away and comforting each other.
She felt herself being lowered into her hole, getting her last look at the world before they closed her coffin.
"No.." She moaned. "Please don't leave! I don't want to be alone... Please!"
Her only answer was the sound of dirt piling up on her coffin. All was dark, and she couldn't see anything.
Feeling full of despair she began to flail her arms around, trying to get out, trying to get away. It worked, she was running in black nothingness.
She couldn't see in front of herself, all sign of life was gone. She could feel nothing but cold and despair, she was alone. Completely and fully Alone.
A lone tear fell down her cheek, it was cold and felt so final.
But then the strangest thing happened, she felt something wipe away her tear. Gasping, she jumped back. The hand was gone, and she felt once again alone.
But, she didn't want to be alone. She desperately wanted to feel that sign of life again. Groping around, she felt with her hands for the object. Her hands brushed over nothing, just before coming to rest on an object.
It was warm, and she felt a light coming on. The object became more distinguishable and, just before she could make it out, it pulled away. She didn't let go, she only held tighter. She wanted to fell alive again, she wanted to feel the sun again. And somehow she knew, this object was her only hope.
The object was persistent and tried to pull away again. But she never let it go, and finally the light was bright enough for her to see that it was a hand.
The skin on the hand was dark, the skin rough. But somehow she just knew, it was O.K to not let the hand go. It needed her, just as much as she needed it.
Then her surroundings changed, she was hanging off a cliff. The hand was the only thing keeping her from the terrifying fall.
Looking down, she saw nothing but that same blackness under her. And she knew if she let go she would die.
The hand pulled her up, she felt herself come closer and closer to life. She could feel again, sun beat against her, wind blew her hair, her legs rubbed against each other and she felt it.
The hand then turned to an arm as she was pulled up, more and more of a body began to show. Finally she saw a face..
"Heero?" She asked, trying to make out the face. As she got closer she was more sure it was Heero. Those same messy brown locks, and deep blue eyes, the same smirk, and well muscled body.
Her feet touched the ground, which felt completely real, and everything was right.
"You saved me," she said smiling broadly at him.
He opened his mouth to speak but only a scream came out.
Minako was pulled out of her dream, the hand was gone.
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Heero heard a scream in the hall outside of Minako's room. Jumping up, he pulled his hand from Minako's and ran to the door.
Looking out, he saw servants rushing down the hall. They were all screaming in fear, and tripping over skirts. When one fell they grabbed them up and continued running.
Grabbing one, he asked what was going on.
"Enemies, from the black hole are attacking. Their leader, Beryl, sent them." The old woman gasped out, tired from running so hard already.
Heero's eyes widened in shock and he let the old woman go. Beryl? But that would mean...The negaverse!
Minako came to her door yawning and asked,"Whats going on?"
A few men came running down the hall in Navy Blue uniforms. They were big, with huge bulging muscles. But size wasn't everything, and Heero knew it. He had trained to get muscle but stay small enough to be swift. Their bulk would get in the way, making them slower and giving him the advantage, as long as they didn't get a hold on him.
"In the name of Beryl, drop your weapons!" The man in front called, obviously the leader.
The women, screamed and ran back down the hall, towards Heero.
"Stay back," Heero yelled pushing Minako back in her door. He gave her a final look as though to say, 'I mean it'.
Pulling his sword out, he jumped in front of the women to confront the Soldiers from the Negaverse. Minako gasped, recognizing the uniforms.
After many defeats from the planets, the Negaverse had went into hiding in a black hole. The Black Hole was so tough that you couldn't even go in without a special charm from Beryl, so the Moon left them alone. Hoping they would return the favor. Apparently, they weren't some to take favors and were back to destroy the biggest bulk in the moons allies.
Minako smirked at Heero, fighting all the enemies hastily. More on the offense than defense. He was going to get himself killed, the fool. She was sworn to protect the Moon Kingdom just as much as him.
If he thought Aino Minako would just "stay back", he was just dead wrong.
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Well there was chapter five...What did you think? I wanted to get something sweet in there, mostly because I've been watching too many love stories lately. That and I just finished Final Fantasy VIII and I was listening to the theme song while typing. Sorry, music really does help me type in a certain mood. What did you think?
Questions? Comments? R&R
-Aphrodite's Scribe
to Poor Minako, being just barged in on like that....
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Heero just watched Minako, as she looked out the window. She had opened it not long ago, letting the wind blow in and cool the room down. The wind blew her hair back as
her eyes looked all over the castle yard. The green trees and the gardens, the fountains and the practicing warriors, everything but him. He desperately wished she would look at him so he would know if he was forgiven, but when she did all he could was look away.
He quickly looked away as her eyes wandered to his. Shortly after he had gotten mad at her, he had felt so remorseful over it. But he would never apologize, he knew he was too stubborn to do it. And if she ever suggested that it was his fault, then he would be angry once more.
So he just sat there, not saying a word and knowing she wouldn't either. They were too stubborn, both of them. And whoever broke the silence first was the loser. They had
been sitting like that for a few hours now, and he had to admit he was feeling a bit anxious to leave.
But there was a invader on the premises, and so he had to protect his charge. The invader had killed five very respectable soldiers, and four of those were only barely less as
skilled as Heero was. Which meant the Assassin was a very good one, or a very sneaky one.
He had thought that was who was behind the curtain when he had charged in. Then he had gotten an eye full, which, now that he thought about it, was worth the shoe on the
head.
He smirked at the thought, she had been furious. Throwing everything in sight at him, while still trying to contain modesty. Finally, she had just ran behind the screen again
and threw on her clothes, before coming out and saying some very un-ladylike language.
He once again looked at her, now she was humming a song. She was such a strange person, one minute angry, then the next humming a song and smiling to herself. How
could anyone change emotion so much?
She puzzled him to no end. She had had just as rough a childhood as he had, training and fighting. Sometimes having to kill more than just monsters, killing men and women and children, even. But somehow she had a smile on her face the next. Could it be she was hiding behind her smile, the way he himself kept his face emotionless?
Maybe killing didn't even effect her at all, no that couldn't be it. She was to pure a person to be a killing fanatic.
Once again he looked away as her eyes wandered towards his. Waiting until she looked away he once again began to contemplate her. So caught up in his own thoughts,
he didn't even notice her eyes close slowly and her body relax.
When he finally realized it he was mesmerized. She looked so much more peaceful that she did when she was awake. Her slow even breathing, and her slight snore. Her
mouth began to move and he could barely hear her voice, let alone realize what she was saying.
He inched forward carefully, making sure not to make any noise. He finally got close enough to hear her, as her slow even breaths became faster and her head began to
thrash around. Throwing her hair into her face.
"No.." She moaned. "Please don't leave! I don't want to be alone... Please!"
Heero felt himself overflowing with pity for the Senshi of Love. Her head was now covered in sweat and she had this look of anguish all about her. Her eyebrows pulled down, her eyes spilling tears that fell down her cheeks.
Her hands felt around as though looking for something. Heero reached up and absently wiped a tear from the girls face. She gasped and he jumped back, thinking he had
woken her up. She remained asleep though and he was glad not to be caught in eavesdropping, he thought with a sigh.
He relaxed and put his hand on the side of the window seat for better balance. Her hand once again felt for something, before coming to rest on his hand. Her lips pulled up
in a slight smile and it seemed she sighed in relief. Her other hand came to grab his hand as well. They grasped it eagerly, then curved to grasp it more firmly.
Heero's eye's widened at this strange occurrence, he had never held a girls hand before. It wasn't so bad, he thought as her face relaxed. Her thrashing ceased and she once again began to breathe normally.
He let her hold her hand for a few more moments, before trying to pull it free. Her grasp tightened on his, and she wouldn't let go. He pulled again, this time more persistent
and her eyes fluttered open. Heero remained completely still, not even breathing until she was once again fully sleeping.
He tried again and again to free his hand, but every time she almost woke up. Deciding to wait until she loosened her grip, he leaned against the wall and waited. Her grip
never ceased, and eventually he began to feel sleepy. The warm beating of the sun on his skin, and the sound of birds chirping and water flowing got to him.
Heero's eyes fluttered closed, to his first ever peaceful sleep. Not full of nightmares, but peaceful dreams, featuring a certain blonde haired girl he knew. And he now had his
fingers intertwined with.
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Minako began to hum a tune her mom had used to sing to her. It was a beautiful, haunting melody. The only problem with it was it made her sleepy. She felt her eyes flutter
closed, unaware of her bodyguards scrutiny.
::Dream::
Minako felt them put her in a padded coffin. Adjusting her hair and body, to make her look as though she were just sleeping. She wasn't. Opening her eyes, she saw all of her senshi friends gathered around it. They were all crying and comforting each other.
"She died fighting bravely," Haruka said proudly, tears also running down her cheeks.
"She died protecting me," Usagi choked out, burying her face in Mamoru's chest and sobbing.
Setsuna only looked at her, pity in her all knowing eyes. She wasn't crying, such wasn't her way. She had seen too much death and destruction to cry anymore.
Makoto and Rei tried to sob quietly, and Ami had collapsed on the floor.
"I'm not dead!" Minako cried, trying to comfort her companions.
If they heard her, they didn't show it. But continued to cry, and remember her. Then they just left, walking away and comforting each other.
She felt herself being lowered into her hole, getting her last look at the world before they closed her coffin.
"No.." She moaned. "Please don't leave! I don't want to be alone... Please!"
Her only answer was the sound of dirt piling up on her coffin. All was dark, and she couldn't see anything.
Feeling full of despair she began to flail her arms around, trying to get out, trying to get away. It worked, she was running in black nothingness.
She couldn't see in front of herself, all sign of life was gone. She could feel nothing but cold and despair, she was alone. Completely and fully Alone.
A lone tear fell down her cheek, it was cold and felt so final.
But then the strangest thing happened, she felt something wipe away her tear. Gasping, she jumped back. The hand was gone, and she felt once again alone.
But, she didn't want to be alone. She desperately wanted to feel that sign of life again. Groping around, she felt with her hands for the object. Her hands brushed over nothing, just before coming to rest on an object.
It was warm, and she felt a light coming on. The object became more distinguishable and, just before she could make it out, it pulled away. She didn't let go, she only held tighter. She wanted to fell alive again, she wanted to feel the sun again. And somehow she knew, this object was her only hope.
The object was persistent and tried to pull away again. But she never let it go, and finally the light was bright enough for her to see that it was a hand.
The skin on the hand was dark, the skin rough. But somehow she just knew, it was O.K to not let the hand go. It needed her, just as much as she needed it.
Then her surroundings changed, she was hanging off a cliff. The hand was the only thing keeping her from the terrifying fall.
Looking down, she saw nothing but that same blackness under her. And she knew if she let go she would die.
The hand pulled her up, she felt herself come closer and closer to life. She could feel again, sun beat against her, wind blew her hair, her legs rubbed against each other and she felt it.
The hand then turned to an arm as she was pulled up, more and more of a body began to show. Finally she saw a face..
"Heero?" She asked, trying to make out the face. As she got closer she was more sure it was Heero. Those same messy brown locks, and deep blue eyes, the same smirk, and well muscled body.
Her feet touched the ground, which felt completely real, and everything was right.
"You saved me," she said smiling broadly at him.
He opened his mouth to speak but only a scream came out.
Minako was pulled out of her dream, the hand was gone.
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Heero heard a scream in the hall outside of Minako's room. Jumping up, he pulled his hand from Minako's and ran to the door.
Looking out, he saw servants rushing down the hall. They were all screaming in fear, and tripping over skirts. When one fell they grabbed them up and continued running.
Grabbing one, he asked what was going on.
"Enemies, from the black hole are attacking. Their leader, Beryl, sent them." The old woman gasped out, tired from running so hard already.
Heero's eyes widened in shock and he let the old woman go. Beryl? But that would mean...The negaverse!
Minako came to her door yawning and asked,"Whats going on?"
A few men came running down the hall in Navy Blue uniforms. They were big, with huge bulging muscles. But size wasn't everything, and Heero knew it. He had trained to get muscle but stay small enough to be swift. Their bulk would get in the way, making them slower and giving him the advantage, as long as they didn't get a hold on him.
"In the name of Beryl, drop your weapons!" The man in front called, obviously the leader.
The women, screamed and ran back down the hall, towards Heero.
"Stay back," Heero yelled pushing Minako back in her door. He gave her a final look as though to say, 'I mean it'.
Pulling his sword out, he jumped in front of the women to confront the Soldiers from the Negaverse. Minako gasped, recognizing the uniforms.
After many defeats from the planets, the Negaverse had went into hiding in a black hole. The Black Hole was so tough that you couldn't even go in without a special charm from Beryl, so the Moon left them alone. Hoping they would return the favor. Apparently, they weren't some to take favors and were back to destroy the biggest bulk in the moons allies.
Minako smirked at Heero, fighting all the enemies hastily. More on the offense than defense. He was going to get himself killed, the fool. She was sworn to protect the Moon Kingdom just as much as him.
If he thought Aino Minako would just "stay back", he was just dead wrong.
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Well there was chapter five...What did you think? I wanted to get something sweet in there, mostly because I've been watching too many love stories lately. That and I just finished Final Fantasy VIII and I was listening to the theme song while typing. Sorry, music really does help me type in a certain mood. What did you think?
Questions? Comments? R&R
-Aphrodite's Scribe