Hey minna! Sorry it took so long to update but I have been horribly busy. My English teacher had taken homework to a whole new level --'. Anyhow, enjoy. Oh, and I never got how people never recognized the scouts; I mean, come on! All they wear on their faces is a little tiara! How is that concealing in any way??
"There's something wrong."
She ran as fast as possible, following the distant backs of Makoto and Ami. Her heels tapped out a sharp staccato on the cement.
"We want to help you, Minako. We care so much about you..."
She skidded to a stop outside of a local amphitheater, pushing the mass of gold strands behind her shoulders, and scouting out the scene. Four people were scattered over the stage. Another person stood in the pit, looking coldly furious.
"Minako...tell me, what is wrong? You can tell me anything, you know."
She summoned her chain; she didn't feel quite safe without the warmth of the Love-Me Chain wrapped around her hand. It seemed cooler that day, actually. It didn't seem to hum with the warmth it usually did.
"We're so very worried about you...why won't you say anything?!"
Sailor Venus tensed as a young woman that looked her age with extraordinarily pale skin threw a handful of black petals at Sailors Mercury and Jupiter, who were still perched on the wall. They ducked it easily, and Jupiter sent another round of Oak Evolution at them.
"Minako..."
It was a ploy; the silvery man appeared behind Sailor Jupiter, and threw her forwards with a silver-grey burst of light. Mercury cried out as the other figure in the harem costume danced lithely about her, fluttering and waving her large gold veil. Tying her chain around her waist, Venus prepared to summon her more powerful attack.
"Venus...Love and Beauty...Shock!" The orange heart went spinning, effectively knocking away the harem lady and the silver man. However, instead of looking frightened, or even annoyed, they looked amused. Almost satisfied. She felt a tad bit miffed.
"Avatar of Venus, my planet is the Planet of Love and Beauty! I am Sailor Venus, Avatar of Light!"
They all seemed to advance on her, and before she could summon up another attack, a large whoosh went over her head, and she shrieked, ducking, as a very large, very hot something soared over her head. The three all cried out in alarm; even they hadn't expected it.
Suddenly, another breeze as a watery...snake?...blew by, and the Avatar of Light shrieked again; why was it so close to her, damn it!? Huddled on the pavement, hands over her head, she waited until she was sure that no more things would go zooming over her. Peering through her hands, she saw Mercury trying to rouse the Avatar of Jupiter, who was sprawled on her stomach. Three men stood grouped on the stage, gathered about the still form of a fourth who lay very still. Venus' heart dropped.
"Don't let him be dead..." she murmured, her hand straying to her chest. Being the scout of love and beauty, she was very susceptible to the pain of others. "Please..." she whispered. Standing up, she made her way towards them, praying fervently that he wouldn't be dead.
They were all dressed in armor that was highly polished and gleamed in the sun. Two were standing, and one kneeling besides the still one. They were all silent.
She stood slightly behind the tallest, whose dark hair curled out underneath his helmet. Sailor Venus winced; her heart was quite honestly breaking. He turned to her, looking slightly startled. She said nothing and continued slowly to the side of the still one, still offering her pleads to the kami-sama that he wasn't dead.
The goddess of love kneeled besides the blonde man who was hunched over his fallen comrade. He turned to her, and her heart wrenched; the first thing she caught was the grief in his eyes that were a pale, crystal blue.
Something about them, though, were oddly familiar...particularly the way the contrasted with the dusky tone with his skin. Blond bangs fell gently into his face, hair that was oddly pale for Japanese. And his face was delicately featured, its structure vaguely native, but some pieces blurred into something foreign. For the first time in her life, Aino Minako, dressed in the guise of Sailor Venus, was absolutely speechless.
"Kihou," he murmured, that rough voice cracking as his eyes widened slightly. She lightly pressed her gloved hand to her mouth.
"...Hakuchou..."