Thank you all reviewers! I am far too lazy to list you all here...but you know who you are. Be proud! Mmmkay then, disclaimer is in later chapters and....that's it!!
Haruka felt a cold rage building slowly in her chest as she looked down on the still figure of Makoto. For the most part, she seemed alone in her fury. However, Rei's face had gone white and rigid, and her violet eyes sparkled dangerously. And one of the saints was standing perfectly still. Well, that was all well and good. They could hold those assholes down while she put a sword through them.
She hadn't even noticed that her hands were clenching and unclenching in fists until there was a sharp pain in her palms, and tiny droplets of blood stained her white gloves. She detransformed, but even without the feeling of the awesome powers of her planet, she was still in a positive fury.
"Stop, Haruka." Michiru murmured, placing her hand over her partner's wrist. "Anger is not the best route in this situation."
"Who the hell says so?" she snarled, her vision going red when she heard Usagi's weeping. "I will rip those...things...apart, and I will enjoy it." One of the saints- Shiryu, was his name?- knelt down next to Makoto, and lightly lifted her wrist.
"It's the same condition that Seiya is afflicted with," he said calmly, peering into her empty eyes. "Alive, but in a vegetable state."
"They did the same thing to Minako, but she was still functioning. Why is that?" Rei asked, her voice in monotone. The rest of the girls shrunk away, but unfortunately for the saints, they did not know that before Rei stormed, there was always silence.
"I cannot say," Shiryu replied, standing up. "All we can do is get this one into the hospital, and work on tracing the others. They will probably resurface again."
This did very little for Haruka's temper, but there was nothing else to do in the situation. Shiryu gently picked up Makoto and most of them began to troop back to the estate. Haruka did not move.
"Haruka, there is nothing you can do now," Michiru sighed, and interlaced her fingers with the blonde's. "Save your fury, and let it harden and grow cold. Then strike, for diamonds are harder than flames."
"I agree, Haruka-mama. But there is something else I mean to tell you," Hotaru said, her face troubled. "Those people have the same auras that I felt in my dream. They are connected." Michiru shrugged.
"I wouldn't be surprised; they're probably premonitions of danger. But please, Hotaru, tell us if you have any more dreams."
"You had a troubling dream?" They all turned to see the blond man watching them through narrowed eyes. "Seiya had a nightmare a while ago. It was troubling for him, certainly...we had to wake him up from it." Haruka gripped Hotaru's shoulder to say, watch what you say. The child gave a tiny nod.
"I had a dream, Hakuchou." Haruka blinked; when did Hotaru find out his name? "But I often have such visions; I can sense impending danger." He nodded and frowned, icy eyes dark.
"You are not telling me all of it," he commented thoughtfully. Haruka tensed, finally having reached the end of her tether.
"Listen, foreigner," she snapped, realizing that the words were quite hypocritical, but not doing anything to keep them from spilling out of her mouth. "We have problems of our own to figure out! Two of our teammates are somewhat soul deficient, and as of now, that is more important than some dream!" He frowned slightly and crossed his arms.
"I will not speak of it anymore, if that is what you want," he conceded, starting to walk away. "However, before you speak so rashly, you may want to remember that one of my friends is 'soul deficient' as well. And believe when I say that I have every intention of returning him, as well as your comrades, back." He left without looking back.
"Why that-!" Haruka began in a low growl. A cool hand on the back of her neck stopped her angry tirade. Michiru frowned at her.
"He is right, Haruka. You need to think before you speak," she scolded gently. Hotaru had turned away and was looking across the grounds silently, leaving Haruka with no support. This being so, she did not argue, and instead shoved her hands into her pockets. "Don't make enemies out of friends," Michiru cautioned softly, before standing up on her tiptoes to give Haruka a small kiss on the cheek.