Chelsea: Now this is the real First chapter… hence the [chapter one] down there…
Gemini: Have I told you that I STILL hate you?
Chelsea: Shut up Gem Gem…
'Love is a Battlefield'
[Chapter One]
'We are strong
Heartache to heartache
We stand
No promises
no demands
Love is a battlefield'
They say that every generation has it's collection of hero's. People who made a difference in the world they lived in. Their sheer presence being able to pull people together, make them stand up for their beliefs and share the compassion of life that they held in their brave and true hearts.
During the Dark Era in England, there was a woman who was far from the standards of a heroine, but with out her, the fate of the world may have been in jeopardy.
Her life was not an easy one, but who would have thought that she would grow up to be the women she is today, harsh and violent. She was born eighteen years ago in a small little village in Italy, a wizarding village actually, a few muggles lived there, but it was the kind of village where only two types of people lived. People whose family's have lived there for generations, and lost travelers who just so happen to stumble across the quaint town tucked away in the surrounding rolling hills.
Now, many years later she is unrecognizable, unable to remember what the Ministry has not told her, of times before the Upbringing of the Darkness. Her family torn away from her by a Radical who delved too deep in to her past and discovered the key to the lock of her soul. The moment her family was killed she knew that there was no turning back, no returning to the simple life she lived. From that moment on the girl she was, was dead, leaving room for the birth of what the Ministry liked to call her, The Perfect Weapon.
She left her school with more than the common knowledge that any student would attain from the finest wizarding school in world, what she left with was the mind, body and soul of a killer. Graduating with an assassin's status she immediately left behind everything she had come to know. She left behind her friends, her memories, and her humanity, all to live out the life that was programmed for her by the Ministry.
Gemini Cielo was the perfect weapon.
If only she could remember that it was her.
. . .
The room was dark, a lone figure stood at the door, a wicked smile on her sharp face as the man on the bed beckoned to her. The candle light from the bed side table illuminated the room, basking the women in soft orange glow.
"Come to me my pretty," The man to the shapely woman in the shadows. "Come to me my Goddess."
The woman smiled, raising her hands in the air; bring her tight, black barely there shirt with it. She sashayed forwards slowly, rolling her hips until she reached the end of her bed. Smiling seductively she sucked in her stomach slightly, before ripping her black mini skirt off, grinning when the man growled, crawling towards her and pulling her on to the bed possessively, flipping her over, smashing his lips upon hers.
The woman was stronger than she looked when she snarled, pushing the man off of her, straddling his chest, a deranged look on her unnaturally beautiful face. "There are three rules with me sweetheart," She said with a finger to the man lips, his hands traveling up to her back when she slapped him in the face with a black gloved hand, "I don't think so," As she slapped him again, "There are three rules when you party with me," She held up one finger, "One, all pleasure, my way," she slapped him again, "And rule number two," she put her hands to his heart, "Avada Kedavra," Green light filled the room and she smiled evilly as the last breath escaped the man. "Rule three. I always win."
She rose off the man, kicking him hard in the ribs before hissing "Filthy man."
She stepped lightly off the bed, making her way towards the desk in the corner of the hotel room. Throwing open the desk drawer, the woman rummaged through the papers savagely, not finding what she needed. Her dark eyes flickered around the room, landing on a brief case next to the closet door.
The woman stormed over, grabbed the briefcase and ripped it open, papers scattering to the ground. The women bent down, her lean legs folding up underneath her, sitting down on her stiletto heels as she went to work filtering through papers and folders until a wide grin spread across her face.
Information Regarding Ministry of Magic Attack: Mission Report.
The woman smiled victoriously as she grabbed the stapled packet of papers and stood up, searching around the room for the remnants of the clothes, ripped and disposed of on the hotel room floor. She sneered as she ripped open the closet door, pulling out a set of robes. They were a larger men's size, but they would do until she could get back to base. She pulled them on, before turning around and picking up any trace that she had been there. Shoving them inside a pocket, she held the robes close around her small, athletic fame.
A slender hand turned to door knob of the room as she stepped out, only to take one last look behind her in to the dusky room that reeked of sex and death.
"Mission Complete."
And with that she closed the door and walked calmly down the hall way, nodding to the janitor as she passed him on the way down the stairs.
. . .
The missions' room was a dark meeting hall on the sublevel 2 floor of England's Ministry of Magic building, which was cleverly disguised in a space of unplottable land in London. There was only one door, a heavy metal door with every security charm and lock you can imagine on it, only accessible by an activation password, which was changed quite frequently. The room itself had grey walls with a large one way window lining the left wall and a grey cement floor, a single table placed strategically in the middle of the room, a long wooden table with ten chairs lined up neatly down it's sides, the two largest chairs claming the heads of the table.
Two people sat in the room, one at each end on the table contrasting each other horribly. In the far seat sat a short man, clad in a black and yellow pinstriped vest and black suit, staring across the table with his beady little eyes. Small droplets of sweat clung to his forehead, threatening to spill down on to his pudgy cheeks and equally pudgy nose. His face was contorted in to an expression of loathing and frustration induced rage as he stared at the woman who sat across from him at the table.
The woman looked defiantly back at the man, her cool nerves pushing his fury with her over the edge as her dark brown eyes bored in to his.
The woman was in her late teens, yet she demanded respect from the ministry and would refuse to serve unless it was respect she was given. Her dark brown hair was unnaturally long, falling just below her waist and resting on the chair at the small of her back, choppy bangs hung over her face like a shroud, her eyes visible between locks of russet. She was clad in a black trench coat that was adorned with silver buttons, stopping at the at a belt where it loosened around her calves, black leather lace up boots meeting the edge of her coat.
Around her neck was a pendant, a round pendent that matched the phases of the moon, the only relic she had been given from her past. On her forehead however, was the one thing no one could take from her, it was embedded on her skin and in to her soul the moment her family was slaughtered, their killer rejoiced for the out come was the one he had been hoping her. A mark in the shape of a crescent moon.
"Sky," The man said in a strained tone of voice as if he were talking through his teeth, "I congratulate you on your mission last night, but why did you have to kill him? You'll blow your own cover!" He scowled at the calm woman across the way.
"It's my damn job," Sky snapped cynically, "I'm an assassin, not a spy. If you didn't want them dead than you should have sent a spy on these damn missions you assign me so much."
"Don't let it happen again," he snapped before sighing. "For the last time, you have to have a partner. Every other bloody field worker out there has a partner but you, you are not God Sky," he spat, watching her as her eyes narrowed slightly at the comment. "He has good qualifications and he will do the little things for you, get missions, write up the reports and such. You can't possibly take everything on by your self. I know you have been doing well so fa-"
"I refuse," Sky cut in, her eyes narrowed, her voice clear and threatening, "to have a partner. It is your fault you know. I don't know why you were put in charge of me. Why can't Crouch assign me missions like every other damn killer in this ministry. Since you always give me these ridiculous missions that make me sell my body you must deal with the consequences, Fudge," She hissed, leaning forward in her chair as if to threaten the out raged man.
"For the last time!" The man hollered, his voice wavering out of control, "It is Junior Minister Cornelius Fudge!" he spat, "How dare you degrade me in su-"
Sky stood up suddenly, almost knocking the chair back with much force as it scraped against the floor, "Degrade you? My name is not Sky," she spat, "My name is not You or Pretty. I am Special Forces Assassin Agent Diana Sky," she barked, watching with an inner amusement as the man cringed under her stare, "I don't need a partner," She spat finally as she turned on her heel and proceeded towards the door, "I work alone."
"You were such a good Agent when you started Sky, you took your orders and you never second guessed anything, you just did as you were ordered to do. I wouldn't be so sure of yourself Sky," Fudge spat as the women froze, her back still turned to him, "We don't need you."
Sky growled as she whipped around, her eyes narrowed, "You know you need me! If it weren't for me-"
"If it weren't for the Ministry you wouldn't be alive," He smiled wickedly as he woman stood completely rigid, "You're just a test tube baby, we can make hundreds more just like you."
"Damn you to hell Fudge," Sky hissed furiously as she once regained movement and stormed towards he door, the table and chairs vibrating softly on their own accord, but Fudge knew the real reason.
Fudge motioned towards the one way window as he stood and followed the woman out of the room, but stopped to smile in victory after she stopped in her tracks at the door.
Sky's narrowed her eyes as a man clad in white leaned against the wall directly across from her, ankles and arms crossed, his head bent down, all the while engulfed in shadow.
"Who are you?" Sky demanded, stepping towards the man, she stopped suddenly thought when she heard his voice.
"Hey there beautiful," He asked as he lifted his chin up and took a step towards Sky, dousing himself in light; a weird, victorious, lust filled look in his gray eyes.
"Don't call me that," Sky snapped as she turned around to face a smug looking Jr. Minister, "Who is he?"
"Oh," Fudge said in mock surprise, "He's the man I was telling you about!" he asked energetically as she stood between them, "Diana Sky I would like you to meet your new colleague, Sirius Black."
Sirius extended a hand, a wolfish grin on his youthful face, "'Ello Partner."
Sky snatched the Mission's folder that was in Fudges grubby hands as she stormed past Sirius, the anger she has kept under control for the past year bubbling over her protective mask. She stopped suddenly, twisting her body and looking Sirius in the eye, "If you're going to be my partner you're going to have to keep up and stay out of my way."
. . .
"So where have you been all this time?" Sirius asked in a clipped tone as the two left the Ministry building, walking with a sea of people down the busy streets of London, "Lily was worried about you ya know, after you disappeared when Hogwarts was over. You even missed her bloody wedding! You were supposed to be her maid of honor! Where did you go Gemini?"
"What are you talking about," Sky said coldly as she glanced at the man walking next to her, "They call me Sky, Lily who?"
Sirius scoffed, "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped, "You're name is Gemini, and Lily Potter is your best friend!"
"I have no friends," Sky spat, "Potter, I know that name. James Potter works for the ministry does he not? An Auror, he got married recently."
"Duh!" Sirius sighed, "You bloody trained together! You completely disappeared after graduation! We couldn't find you anywhere!"
"You obviously have me mistaken for someone else."
"And you are obviously stark raving mad!" Sirius hissed in anger, "Do you know how worried we where? Everyone told us that you had died."
"I'm not this Gemini you speak of," Sky said coolly, "I have important business to do, if you would like to come along, seeing how you are going to have to be spending almost every waking moment with me now, you may." Sky said, walking in to an apartment building, "Well are you coming or not?"
"What are you doing?"
"Moving."
. . .
Sky opened the door to her new safe house, Sirius standing behind her in awe at the fact everything she owned was in a black duffle bag which was thrown over her shoulders. When the door didn't open Sky narrowed her eyes and pounded once on the door once and it popped open with a groan.
With a victorious smirk on her face she dropped her duffle bag down on the floor and looked around at her safe new house, which was an old apartment in a shabby, run down apartment building.
An old, red, mouth eaten couch sat in the far wall in the little living room, with was next to a small, rusting kitchen, which with any luck had running water. A hall way led out to the back of the muggle apartment, which ended with two doors; hopefully one of them was a bathroom.
"A hell whole." Sirius commented as he walked in, staring at disbelief at the condition they expected her to live in, "There is no way this environment will be safe for a living organism."
"I've had worse," Sky said quietly, opening her trench coat to reveal harnesses on her body that held deadly weapons the intimated Sirius just a little bit.
"It's not that bad, you can clean it up with some magic," Sirius suggested as he pushed passed Sky and headed in to the living room.
"I can't," Sky said flatly, grabbing her bag and walking in to the kitchen, "Deatheaters are looking for me, and there is a price on my head, they can trace magic, especially in a muggle area, so I'll have to act muggle for a few days," she commented as she turned the water on, watching it come out a rusty red, "or weeks."
"Come on Sky," Sirius pleaded, "You can stay at my apartment where you could-"
"Get caught in," Sky cut in, her eyes flashing, "This is the safest place to be, who would think that I," she raised a hand to her chest, "would be hiding in a muggle apartment? No one!"
"Are you sure you want to live here in this," Sirius searched for the right word, "dump?"
"No one said my life was going to be an easy one," Sky replied, leaning on the kitchen door frame, ignoring its groans, "I am safe here, no one knows that I'm still here."
"But Sky I-" Sirius argued, but was cut of by a sharp glance from his partner.
"Your words are not going to persuade me Sirius," She snapped, her dark eyes boring into his, "Right now I am number one on Voldemort's hit list and until I am accepted as MIA, this is the safest place I could be."
"Fine then," Sirius said indignantly, throwing his leather jacket down on sofa, "stay."
"As you wish Sirius," Sky sighed, as he crossed the room and stood in front of her, a look of support in his grey eyes. Sky ripped her face away only to be grabbed by Sirius once again.
"If you stay here so am I."
Sky sighed as she accepted the fact Sirius wouldn't leave her. She picked up her duffle bag and turned towards Sirius, who was already looking through the cupboards.
"Nothing," he exclaimed as he savagely ripped open doors and slammed them shut. He pounded his fist down on the counter and turned towards Sky, a scowl on his face, "There's bloody nothing to eat. How the bloody hell are you going to live here with out food and clean fucking water!"
"Calm yourself; did you think the ministry would actually provide me with food?" Sky asked as she stalked in to the kitchen, dropping her duffle bag on the kitchen table, "I am a survivor Sirius," Sky said flatly as she began to pull things out of her bag, "I don't need food right away."
"How are you supposed to bloody fix anything with out magic?" Sirius asked her, a pissed off look on his usually cheery face.
Sky glanced at him with a hard look, "I have been trained to deal with muggle relations. Weren't you?"
"I didn't think we would actually have to use that kind of stuff!" Sirius exclaimed in exasperation as he began to storm out kitchen, but stopped short when he saw the things of the kitchen table.
"What are you planning on doing?"
Sirius just watched on in awe as she underwent her silent transformation. Sky knocked her head back as she administered eye drops, blinking the liquid from her eyes. She brought her head forwards and Sirius watched in astonishment as her irises swirled with color until it stopped at an ice blue. She continued her work, bringing an ordinary looking woman's pressed powder compact to her eye level, covering her infamous mark.
She flipped her head upside down, pulling out a large hair tie, pulling her mass amount of hair in to a messy bun like hair do on the top of her head.
"Ahem," Sky said, bringing his attention back to her, "I am going to go and buy new clothes. I ruined mine last night during a mission."
"What kind of mission?"
"The kind of mission I was programmed to do."
. . .
Sky walked down the busy streets, her identity hidden behind a clever disguise. No one would recognize her; she was just another young muggle who was on her way to the thrift shop to pick up a few things.
Sky walked nonchalantly through the door, a small bell ringing as she continued in to the murky depths of the small grungy shop. The young man at the front desk acknowledged her presence with an appraising look and Sky nodded, formulating in her head the many ways she could kill the man with out getting caught, hiding it behind a fake smile.
She found her way to the back of the shop, where racks and boxes of clothes where piled up in heaps of old and tattered garments. Sighing, Sky got to work, picking through the piles of clothes, tossing attire that was too old or damaged to wear. Sifting through a box of women's clothes she found a small light blue mesh shirt and a short, skimpy purple bra to go underneath. She then picked up the children's box and pulled out a black skirt, it might be a tight squeeze, but it would work for what she was going to be doing.
Sky threw the clothes over her arm and headed over towards the shoes, grabbing a pair of extraordinarily high sandals that wrapped up her leg and an old pair of fishnet stockings.
She brought her things up to the counter where the man snubbed his cigarette in an ashtray before looking Sky in the eye, "You ruined yet another outfit darling?" he asked with a smirk, "Can you not go a few jobs with out your clothes being ripped to shreds?"
"Shut up Roger and just ring up this shit for me," she snapped, narrowing her eyes, "It's not my fault that I ruined it and you know that."
The man licked his lips and began to ring up her purchases as Sky glanced over and noticed used makeup in a basket. Moving towards it, and away from Roger, she poked around until she came out with bright blue eye shadow and dark red lip stick, throwing them on to the counter as well.
A scream was heard from outside as Sky ripped out a twenty pound bill, "Keep the change," she exclaimed as she grabbed the plastic bag full of clothes and ran out of the store discretely pulling her knife from its hiding spot in her boot.
A girl was pushed out of a black limo, her clothes torn and ripped, she was bleeding and crying, but no one would stop to help her.
She was a whore.
Sky pushed the thought to the back of her mind as she watched the car drive away, memorizing the license plate, just in case she would ever run in to them.
She had an arrow with their name on it.
. . .
Darkness.
Sky was enveloped in darkness.
She stayed crouched down and hidden in a closet of an alleged death eater, where she has been for the past hour. The door was left open slightly so that she could get a full view of the bed, but not of the door.
Her muscles were beginning to tighten up, shaking slightly at the time she has spent doubled over in the small hiding space. With one black gloved hand she rubbed her temple slightly; trying to ease away a small headache with has been developing overnight.
Then she heard it.
Two voices, a female and a male, the male sounding very angry, the females extremely terrified.
When they came in to view Sky's eye narrowed slightly at the sight that was unfolding in front of her.
It was the girl she had seen early that day being pushed out of a limousine, her black hair falling out of it's up do as she was pushed hard on to the bed, the mans voice following.
"What the hell did you think you where doing?" he spat angrily as he slapped her across the face, "Who have you been talking to?!"
"No one," the girl whispered softly, earning herself another blow in the face.
Sky narrowed her eyes as this. She hated men who abused defenseless women, seeing this just increased her hatred for the opposite sex.
Her black hair was slightly tainted red at the root, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks, ice blue eyes clamped shut in pain.
There wasn't supposed to be anyone here, with the girl here it changed everything.
Sky tightened her grip on her bow. This changed nothing.
She silently slipped from the closet, keeping low to the ground and stepping as lightly as possible for she was in broad vision and blowing her cover of darkness.
Focusing on the back on the man back she aimed before saying, "Freeze."
Her icy tone cut through the air as the man suddenly went frigid.
"One more move and I swear I will put an arrow though that thick skull of yours," Sky threatened as she took one step closer, "I have the warrant for your arrest and you are to come with me silently. If you do not come with me on your own free will you will be taken by force, is you retaliate I will kill you, do you understand?"
The girl whimpered in fright as her eye of ice met Sky's orbs of obsidian, a silent warning of danger as Sky ducked, dodging a killing curse.
In no time at all she was on her feet, her bow forgotten, her hands out stretched a body bind hex thrown in retaliation, which hit the man in the chest, his eyes widening as her toppled over off of the bed, landing with a loud thud on the floor.
Sky smirked victoriously as she looked down on the man, reaching in to the pocket of his robes, pulling out his wallet and dumping the load of wizard coins on the bed, flashes of gold, silver and bronze flashing in the soft light.
"Take it," Sky said in a soft tone, "Take it, run and tell no one that you have seen my face."
"Who are you?" The girl whispered as a trembling hand reached out to collect the money.
Sky only shook her head, bending down and with effort, hauling the man over her shoulders, ignoring his muffles cries, "If you must call me something, call me the Huntress," Sky said over her shoulder as she apparated to Azkaban, leaving the poor girl to her own defense, to absorbed with her thoughts to notice the money scattered around her on the disheveled bed.
. . .
Chelsea: For all of those who knew Gemini, how much do you hate me and fudge right now? TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU HATE US! I like getting flames, I really do, it boosts my self-esteem… but if it is written in a stupid way… it just gives me more stupid people to slap!
Chibi Chel: And everyone knows how much Chelsea likes to slap stupid people…
Neko Sea: Come on guys! Take ten seconds to tell us how we are doing… please? Chelsea will show you guys the pic she drew for Shoori… of Pleasure Master Omi…
Chelsea: Wrong fandom Neko…
Neko Sea: hehe, oops…