Author's Note: I'm sure that this will leave everyone shocked *rolls
eyes,* but I still don't own Sailor Moon (or anything of the like!)
*smiles.* I hope that someone likes this.it'll get better. I promise.
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"So you're leaving?"
"They kicked me out! They actually kicked me out? And do you want to know why?" Endymion turned to face Jedeite. "They kicked me out because my father made some powerful friends that they don't want to deal with!"
"Powerful friends?" Jedeite pressed.
Endymion spun around and continued to pack his bag. "The letter was written by the queen! The bloody queen!"
Jedeite scratched his head, ruffling his carefully styled blonde hair. "The queen, eh? You must be a powerful noble, Endymion."
"I'm not a noble!"
"Course not, milord," Jedeite teased. "You can be whatever you want to be. Makes no difference to a lowly sort such as myself."
"Jedeite.," Endymion's voice held a tone of deep menace.
The older man held up his hands in feigned surrender. "I'm only messing with you, Endymion. Where are you planning to go? I somehow doubt that you'll respond to the letter."
"North."
"North?" the general frowned. There was nothing in the north except for snow and cold; two of his least favorite things.
"Yes, north. They always need soldiers up there. I won't be turned down, and that bloody queen won't be able to find me."
"Sounds good to me," Jedeite replied before revealing the swelled saddlebags in his callused hands. "I'm all packed and ready to go."
"You're not coming."
"I think I am. You'll need someone to watch your cocky back. You might just get into trouble if I don't. Not everyone has figured out that you're not half as arrogant as you appear. I feel responsible for you," he shrugged off Endymion's glare. "I'm coming. I'll follow you if I have to. You're like my little brother."
"You're not that much older than me, Jedeite," Endymion's eyes challenged the general.
"I am old enough, Endymion, to know better than you."
Endymion seemed satisfied by the comment, but Jedeite knew better. No matter how long he and Endymion remained friends, the younger man would not trust him. It was nothing against him, of course. Endymion just did not trust anyone. He refused to let anyone close.
"You know," Endymion finally began, "I never knew my parents. It's kind of funny that people I never knew could destroy my life."
Jedeite's face clouded in confusion. "I thought.you told me that they loved you," the general's voice was careful, gentle. "I thought that you just ran away to be a soldier. You.you did know them, Endymion."
"No, that's just it. I lied to you, Jedeite. I didn't remember anything-- I still don't. There was no way that the military would take in some strange kid with amnesia.. You all presumed that I was the son of a lord because of my clothes.. When you kept asking me all of those questions.I had to tell you something, Jedeite. I wanted to belong somewhere. I was just a kid. I didn't know any better. I still didn't understand life," Endymion's shoulders sagged as though he had taken on the weight of the world. "I am sorry, Jedeite. I hope you can forgive me this."
"Forgive you what, Endymion?" a sultry voice cooed from the doorway.
Endymion cast Zoicite a vicious glare only to have the indomitable female shrug it off with a toss of her light red-brown hair. Jedeite tipped his head towards the female general and motioned towards Endymion. "He's just confessed to having amnesia when he first came to the military. He also confessed about lying regarding his past memories."
"So?" Zoicite yawned offhandedly.
"My thoughts exactly," Jedeite smirked. "Everything is ready, I take it?"
"Mmm-hmm. Not like there was a lot to do. They'd be too scared to deny us our resignation."
"Excuse me?" Endymion demanded as he slung his saddlebags over his back.
"Did he say something about having a hearing problem as well, Jedeite? Or perhaps a lack of understanding regarding simple concepts?"
"Zoicite.," Endymion growled. "You are not coming."
"You're right. I'm not coming.alone," she leered playfully. "Nephrite and Kunzite are waiting with the horses."
"No."
"He's been struggling with this concept, Zoicite. Seems to think that he can handle himself out there."
"I'm sure he can, but it would be at a great cost to our mental stability.I believe it's called 'sanity'.to have our dear Endymion run out on his own," Zoicite quipped. "Now come, my dear Endymion, we are leaving now."
Endymion watched helplessly as Zoicite and Jedeite left the room. He could run now. He could go and leave them waiting by the horses, but he knew that he would not. Somewhere inside, Endymion knew that he needed them. Snatching his curved blade by the leather hilt as he walked out of the door, Endymion muttered his anger beneath his breath in an attempt to relive his frustration.
"Taken to talking to yourself, eh Endymion? Or should I say 'Lord Endymion Shields?' That's quite the pretty name you got their, pretty boy. Gonna go live in your comfy-cozy castle now huh?"
Endymion turned to find a group of low-class soldiers jeering at him with spite. His blue eyes rested on them for only a moment before he turned and left them without comment. They weren't worth his energy or time. If he stopped for every vindictive comment thrown at him, he would never leave the encampment; he would have never made it to the military for that matter.
The four generals were waiting for him; they had already mounted their horses. Endymion worked quickly to attach the saddlebags and swung his leg over the saddle of his honey-golden quarterhorse. Kunzite offered him a small nod of acknowledgement.
"I trust you know what you are doing, Endymion? I do not believe that a queen will be so easily thwarted by you."
"I am not concerned with Queen Beryl, Kunzite. She is of little consequence to me. Nothing goes to the north. It is completely divided from the south."
"And just how is it that you think a queen cannot send messengers to the north?" Zoicite intoned, mildly amused with Endymion's logic. "Those with power have the ability to do anything."
except fly Endymion thought quickly. "I just have faith in the north's seclusion. I can hope, can't I?"
"A soldier should not rely on 'hope,' Endymion. Hope is too much a fickle concept," Jedeite commented.
"Fine, then call it 'faith.' Whatever it is that I have, I'm following it. Even if it is desperation. Now you can come and silence your pessimistic voices or stay and continue on tower-watch," Endymion heeled his horse into a rough lope and took off across the dirt road.
The four generals sat on their horses and watched Endymion ride off.
"He's still so angry," Nephrite sighed. "Much too headstrong."
Zoicite snickered at his statement. "I think that we trained him rather well, don't you? At least he won't be hurt by anyone."
"And is never opening yourself up to someone such a grand thing, Zoi?" Kunzite asked as he raised a single white eyebrow at his beloved. Zoicite blushed deeply, but disguised it in a glare.
"For some it is better not to be hurt."
Jedeite tightened his horse's reigns and prepared the creature to gallop. "I think that it would be a grand thing for him to open up--to anything! He could talk to a bloodied rock for all I care! He needs to get out his frustration and pain before it eats his soul. If he doesn't, I afraid that he'll really become as harsh and cold as everyone else perceives him."
"Just give him time, Jedeite," Zoicite quipped before slamming her heels into her gray horse and giving it the reign it needed to gallop. Kunzite took after her without a word, leaving Nephrite and Jedeite standing alone. The two generals watched for awhile before following suit, their bay horses charging after the first three, disturbing the dust in their wake.
And somewhere in a once-beautiful green and prosperous forest, an angry queen awoke from her sleep and summoned a messenger.
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"So you're leaving?"
"They kicked me out! They actually kicked me out? And do you want to know why?" Endymion turned to face Jedeite. "They kicked me out because my father made some powerful friends that they don't want to deal with!"
"Powerful friends?" Jedeite pressed.
Endymion spun around and continued to pack his bag. "The letter was written by the queen! The bloody queen!"
Jedeite scratched his head, ruffling his carefully styled blonde hair. "The queen, eh? You must be a powerful noble, Endymion."
"I'm not a noble!"
"Course not, milord," Jedeite teased. "You can be whatever you want to be. Makes no difference to a lowly sort such as myself."
"Jedeite.," Endymion's voice held a tone of deep menace.
The older man held up his hands in feigned surrender. "I'm only messing with you, Endymion. Where are you planning to go? I somehow doubt that you'll respond to the letter."
"North."
"North?" the general frowned. There was nothing in the north except for snow and cold; two of his least favorite things.
"Yes, north. They always need soldiers up there. I won't be turned down, and that bloody queen won't be able to find me."
"Sounds good to me," Jedeite replied before revealing the swelled saddlebags in his callused hands. "I'm all packed and ready to go."
"You're not coming."
"I think I am. You'll need someone to watch your cocky back. You might just get into trouble if I don't. Not everyone has figured out that you're not half as arrogant as you appear. I feel responsible for you," he shrugged off Endymion's glare. "I'm coming. I'll follow you if I have to. You're like my little brother."
"You're not that much older than me, Jedeite," Endymion's eyes challenged the general.
"I am old enough, Endymion, to know better than you."
Endymion seemed satisfied by the comment, but Jedeite knew better. No matter how long he and Endymion remained friends, the younger man would not trust him. It was nothing against him, of course. Endymion just did not trust anyone. He refused to let anyone close.
"You know," Endymion finally began, "I never knew my parents. It's kind of funny that people I never knew could destroy my life."
Jedeite's face clouded in confusion. "I thought.you told me that they loved you," the general's voice was careful, gentle. "I thought that you just ran away to be a soldier. You.you did know them, Endymion."
"No, that's just it. I lied to you, Jedeite. I didn't remember anything-- I still don't. There was no way that the military would take in some strange kid with amnesia.. You all presumed that I was the son of a lord because of my clothes.. When you kept asking me all of those questions.I had to tell you something, Jedeite. I wanted to belong somewhere. I was just a kid. I didn't know any better. I still didn't understand life," Endymion's shoulders sagged as though he had taken on the weight of the world. "I am sorry, Jedeite. I hope you can forgive me this."
"Forgive you what, Endymion?" a sultry voice cooed from the doorway.
Endymion cast Zoicite a vicious glare only to have the indomitable female shrug it off with a toss of her light red-brown hair. Jedeite tipped his head towards the female general and motioned towards Endymion. "He's just confessed to having amnesia when he first came to the military. He also confessed about lying regarding his past memories."
"So?" Zoicite yawned offhandedly.
"My thoughts exactly," Jedeite smirked. "Everything is ready, I take it?"
"Mmm-hmm. Not like there was a lot to do. They'd be too scared to deny us our resignation."
"Excuse me?" Endymion demanded as he slung his saddlebags over his back.
"Did he say something about having a hearing problem as well, Jedeite? Or perhaps a lack of understanding regarding simple concepts?"
"Zoicite.," Endymion growled. "You are not coming."
"You're right. I'm not coming.alone," she leered playfully. "Nephrite and Kunzite are waiting with the horses."
"No."
"He's been struggling with this concept, Zoicite. Seems to think that he can handle himself out there."
"I'm sure he can, but it would be at a great cost to our mental stability.I believe it's called 'sanity'.to have our dear Endymion run out on his own," Zoicite quipped. "Now come, my dear Endymion, we are leaving now."
Endymion watched helplessly as Zoicite and Jedeite left the room. He could run now. He could go and leave them waiting by the horses, but he knew that he would not. Somewhere inside, Endymion knew that he needed them. Snatching his curved blade by the leather hilt as he walked out of the door, Endymion muttered his anger beneath his breath in an attempt to relive his frustration.
"Taken to talking to yourself, eh Endymion? Or should I say 'Lord Endymion Shields?' That's quite the pretty name you got their, pretty boy. Gonna go live in your comfy-cozy castle now huh?"
Endymion turned to find a group of low-class soldiers jeering at him with spite. His blue eyes rested on them for only a moment before he turned and left them without comment. They weren't worth his energy or time. If he stopped for every vindictive comment thrown at him, he would never leave the encampment; he would have never made it to the military for that matter.
The four generals were waiting for him; they had already mounted their horses. Endymion worked quickly to attach the saddlebags and swung his leg over the saddle of his honey-golden quarterhorse. Kunzite offered him a small nod of acknowledgement.
"I trust you know what you are doing, Endymion? I do not believe that a queen will be so easily thwarted by you."
"I am not concerned with Queen Beryl, Kunzite. She is of little consequence to me. Nothing goes to the north. It is completely divided from the south."
"And just how is it that you think a queen cannot send messengers to the north?" Zoicite intoned, mildly amused with Endymion's logic. "Those with power have the ability to do anything."
except fly Endymion thought quickly. "I just have faith in the north's seclusion. I can hope, can't I?"
"A soldier should not rely on 'hope,' Endymion. Hope is too much a fickle concept," Jedeite commented.
"Fine, then call it 'faith.' Whatever it is that I have, I'm following it. Even if it is desperation. Now you can come and silence your pessimistic voices or stay and continue on tower-watch," Endymion heeled his horse into a rough lope and took off across the dirt road.
The four generals sat on their horses and watched Endymion ride off.
"He's still so angry," Nephrite sighed. "Much too headstrong."
Zoicite snickered at his statement. "I think that we trained him rather well, don't you? At least he won't be hurt by anyone."
"And is never opening yourself up to someone such a grand thing, Zoi?" Kunzite asked as he raised a single white eyebrow at his beloved. Zoicite blushed deeply, but disguised it in a glare.
"For some it is better not to be hurt."
Jedeite tightened his horse's reigns and prepared the creature to gallop. "I think that it would be a grand thing for him to open up--to anything! He could talk to a bloodied rock for all I care! He needs to get out his frustration and pain before it eats his soul. If he doesn't, I afraid that he'll really become as harsh and cold as everyone else perceives him."
"Just give him time, Jedeite," Zoicite quipped before slamming her heels into her gray horse and giving it the reign it needed to gallop. Kunzite took after her without a word, leaving Nephrite and Jedeite standing alone. The two generals watched for awhile before following suit, their bay horses charging after the first three, disturbing the dust in their wake.
And somewhere in a once-beautiful green and prosperous forest, an angry queen awoke from her sleep and summoned a messenger.