Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing.
A/N Hm... I don't think it's a good thing that I started a new fic... -sweatdrops-
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Genie in a Bottle?
Prologue
By Angel-Goddess
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Heero coughed repeatedly, eyes almost watering as he inhaled dust. The filthy white muck was everywhere, flying in the air everytime he touched something and clinging onto his clothes and making it turn greyish white. Why didn't Quatre's servants clean this part of the library? He thought they cleaned every inch of Quatre's mansion… well … maybe not Duo's room … but still! Heero grumbled something inaudible under his breath darkly, his prussian eyes were narrowed in slight annoyance, taking in every part of the dimly lit enclosed room that had no windows in it.
It was wierd how he had found this room. He had been browsing for a book at the very back shelves that rarely were ever used when he had come across a long red cloth that hung upon the wall like a normal tapestry-like decoration but there was something visibly bulking behind it, and being who he was, he had to check it out. It had turned out that there was a door behind it. A door that led to a junky, filthy room filled with useless books. He ran a hand through his wild chocolate brown hair absent-mindedly and was about to leave when a title of a book caught his attention.
Mythical Creatures. Odd. He didn't know that Quatre even owned such prepostrous books. Curiosity got the better of him and he pulled the book off the shelf roughly to take a closer look at it.
A dull 'thud' of ceramic hitting the carpet drew Heero's attention to it. He raised an eyebrow as it rolled slowly, coming to a stop only when it had hit his foot. Where the hell did that come from? He picked up the heavy vase-shaped bottle, inspecting it thoroughly.
It wasn't something you'd see everyday. It was mostly made out of expensive looking cream-coloured clay with small intricate designs – mostly moons, stars etc – engraved onto it. Eight different coloured jewels decorated the distance between the base and the neck of the bottle. A small silver crystal was deeply imbedded on the lid.
The dark-haired pilot resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was probably just another one of Quatre's 'precious' antiques. He promptly headed back to his room, bottle and book in hand.
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It was 8:11PM, and Heero was in his room plainly staring at the book in slight interest. The book didn't have an author, publisher nor copyright information. It was unusual, if not suspicious. The funny thing was, half of it was a language that he couldn't make out. He didn't think it was a language he had ever heard, either.
A soft blue glow suddenly started emitting from the table where his treasured laptop was placed. Heero instinctively pulled out his gun, and pointed it at … the bottle? He frowned. Exactly ten seconds later, the red gem began to glow. Heero stood up, and walked over to the bottle. Was it some sort of night lamp or something? He was confused, but even though he was alone, he refused to show any emotions. Another ten seconds passed, and the green jewel started to glow just as brightly as the first two.
What…? He sat in front of the bottle, interested. What was he to do with it? Hand it to Quatre and tell him not to leave his night lamps lying around everywhere?
Heero waited patiently. Forty seconds had already passed, and seven out of the nine stones were glowing brightly, illuminating the semi-dark room with various colours such as; Blue, Red, Green, Orange, Violet, Amber and Aqua. Dark green light soon started to pulse from the eighth stone.
Heero, whose curiosity had grown, pulled off the crystal that kept the bottle closed. The jewels' glow flickered off almost immediately. A thick white mist sprouted from the opening, blurring Heero's vision. It was so dense the he couldn't even see his hand in front of his face.
"No!" came a loud, disappointed and angry cry of a female.
Heero spun around quickly, dropping the bottle and pointing his gun at the unsuspected 'intruder'. Heero's grip on his gun faltered slightly, as he saw a beautiful blonde girl before him. Where did she come from? His eyes glanced briefly at the windows in his room. One of them were closed and locked whilethe other was only opened about an inch or so. She couldn't have slipped through his window and into his room. So how did she get here?
Long golden hair was pulled into a weird hairstyle, a bun on each side of her head, and her hair falling like streamers down to her ankles, giving her a somewhat childish look. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of cerulean-blue framed with long dark lashes, unmasked fury burned in their azure depths. Her skin was almost like a pale ivory in colour, she didn't look as though she had enough sun. She wore a white dress with had gold circles decorating the chest area. On both her wrists and neck was a golden band.
She was glaring at him angrily. "Why did you open it?" she hissed, clenching her fists.
Heero was taken aback but he matched her glare with his own. No one dared to speak to him that way and lived.Clicking his gun off safety, he said his infamous line. "Hn. Omae o korosu, who are you and who do you work for?"
She sniffed haughtily and turned her head away from him. Despite her cool, calm façade, her eyes showed disappointment and endless loneliness. "You can't kill me, mortal. My name's Usagi Tsukino, I originally wasn't working for anyone-" she eyed him distastefully. "-But now, I have to work for you."
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A/N Short, yes, I know, it's a prologue … Review if you want more.
I'm kind of thinking of a love triangle if I continue this story.
You're more than welcome to suggest pairings.
Much Love,
Angel-Goddess
aka Tenshi-Megami
Feedback concerning my writing style and skills are encouraged to help me improve.