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Long hair spun around her face, and her body blazed with light. The white bodysuit shimmered into existence, followed by the short fuku. Then everything faded back to darkness, and she looked around.

No sound came from anywhere. No one had seen anything. She was safe.

She ran lightly down the steps. She heard the birds crying in the trees, calling her to come back, but instead she turned and headed off down the street.

It was time to settle accounts.

The wind twisted through her hair, and she caught it. Like the scent of blood in a hound's nose, it drew her onward, to where he was waiting. She would find him, and she would finish their dance at last. He would taste her grief, her rage, and her vengeance.

"Wait!"

She halted, and turned towards the sound of running feet, her eyes flashing in the dark. He did not see the danger, and did not stop until he stood in front of her.

"What's going on? Why are you transformed? Is there trouble?"

"There's going to be."

"Why? What's happened?"

His eyes came too close, his expression concerned, not dangerous. This was the way he looked when he loved her, not when he killed her.

I loved him until I died.

"What's going on?"

He put his hands on her shoulders, warm and gentle.

She jerked her knee up into his groin.

Staggering back, he doubled over, trying to gasp for breath. She spun on one foot, gathering momentum, then hammered it all into his face. He flew several feet, and crashed into the ground, his back making an unhealthy cracking sound.

"Wh-" He wiped blood from his torn cheek. "What are you doing?"

"Finishing things, darling," she explained, advancing on him. "We have a lot to discuss, don't you think?"

"This is not a discussion, this is an ass kicking," he corrected her, struggling to his feet. "Any chance we can discuss this?"

"I like the way we're communicating just find," she said. "But it you'd like, I could express myself more clearly."

"That's okay," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "You really don't want to talk?"

In answer, she closed the space between them, and smashed her fist into his jaw. He backed up another step, and shook his head to clear it.

"Guess not."

She struck again, but this time he caught her wrist, and spun her into his arms, squeezing her in a crushing embrace.

"Are you at least going to tell me why you're hitting me?"

"I'm finishing this thing, once and for all!"

A stomp on his foot made him shout, but he maintained his grip on her. She twisted and wrestled, going so far as to bite his hand. Nothing seemed to move him.

"Let me go!"

"I'm not letting go until you see sense!"

"Sense!" she shrieked. "You bastard!"

She elbowed him hard in the throat. His arms disappeared from around her as he made a choking noise. She turned to find him clutching his throat, trying to drag oxygen through his bruised windpipe.

"Sense! I could kill you!"

A lightning fast punch cracked his nose. A kick to the stomach forced him back against a lamppost. Another blow to his face brought forth a stream of blood from his split lip.

"What was the sense in killing what you swore to love forever? What was the sense of destroying the most beautiful, peaceful kingdom in the universe?"

She leapt forward, nails flashing as she tried to claw his face off. He dodged the blow, and her fingers hit the lamppost with enough force to make the metal sing, and her nails shatter. Cursing, she spun to follow him, her teeth bared in rage.

A backhand was deflected by his forearm. He caught her wrist, spun, and flipped her over his shoulder. Her back hit the grass, and the air hissed out of her lungs. She gulped in a breath, and rolled over before he could pin her to the spot.

"Don't even touch me!" she growled, scrambling to her hands and knees.

"You are making that very difficult, what with the pummeling me and all," he reminded her, panting. "Come on, love. This really isn't necessary, is it?"

"I believe it is."

They stared at each other, crouching in the grass like two wild animals, stained with blood and dirt, the air between them crackling with energy. She narrowed her eyes, and he shook his head.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?"

"Hai."

He laughed.

"You are still the only woman for me, Rei."

She smiled at him, and beckoned him closer. He came, dragging an arm that might have been twisted, or even broken. He collapsed before her, and she pulled him into her lap, smoothing back his hair.

"I don't believe in sense anymore, darling. I believe in passion, and love."

Sailor Mars cupped her hands in front of her body, her arms around him and level with his face, and called up all the power she could muster.

"MARS PURIFYING INFERNO!"

The holy flames crackled to life in her hands, dancing in his eyes. Still smiling, she thrust them up, and watched the fire build higher and higher, until she thought it would singe the sky. A billion silver stars shuddered, and in them all, they saw something burn red.

"Look," she whispered. "Mars is beautiful tonight."

"Mars is beautiful every night," he murmured back.

"I love you, Jadeite," she told him simply. "Wherever you go, I will follow."

The flames flared as though they had hit a ceiling, then began to rain back down on the couple sitting so quietly together, kissing under the stars.