Err..I'm messing with the order again. '- -'

Responses to Purple Roses's Reviews

Raven Kino-Hello, and sure, I can do a Makoto/Yami , and a Makoto/Otogi (Duke,) one. Thank you.

Harpygirl91-(Points.) See following fiction. (Smiles.)

Mystlady-Thank you very much. Sure, a Setsuna/Malik one, and a Ami/Yami one, why not? A triangle Rei/Seto/Minako? Sure, I like a good challenge. (Laughs darkly,) That's gonna be fun.

Sailor Ra-(Holds up hands.) No pitchforks, please? I am beginning to think with all these requests to start to separate them. You know one for Hotaru, one for Setsuna, and on. Well.., anyway. We'll see, I am just going down the list.

Saturn's Spawn-No problem, we fellow author's have to encourage one another. No requests though? Love the roses huh?

Jamesstutz-Thanks, got them all penned down.

These are an apology and a gift to Sailor Ra, since she inspired this whole series of one fic's I made them myself they are nothing jazzy, you all are welcome to look though. I have to space the address in order for them to work, just put them with no spaces. H t t p / I(this is actually lowercase,) 3 . P h o t o b u c k e t . C o m / a l b u m s / y 6 3 / D a r k w o l f s t a r / 9 3 c c b c a 6 . B m p, the other just put same address but instead of 93ccbca6, put Yamiandhotaru.bmp .

Anyways no ownership and many thank you's.

Summary : Hotaru/Malik (light Marik.) (AU.) One-shot

If a chance meeting, is only a chance, then a missed one is meant to missed? Hotaru is led to believe she has only a lonely dark path in life. Malik is running from his enclosing past, it haunts him.

Missed Lights

Violet orbs stared unamused at the doorway of the mansion, a tan hand threading through the light bangs, that brushed his face. Tear stains dried upon the sun-kissed cheeks, and shallow breathing echoes in the quiet room. Dark whispers tickle his conscious, and he burst through the doorway in front of him. Without much to go on he hastens his speed to a dead-run, wanting to block the voice that haunts him still. The lasting promise gripping his fragile hold on the light. 'Malik, you cannot escape me, I am a part of you forever!' It taunts him, and he falls to his knees. Begging silently for it to leave, to disperse to the four winds, and ne'er return. Soft white clothing shifts with him, as he raises his hands to block his ears. Sunlight striking on his golden armbands, highlight his blonde hair drenched in perspiration. Slamming his eyelids close, his parched lips open in silent distress. "You cannot have me!" He cries out, shaking his head at the laughter that responds. Seeing ghostly faces upon the back of his eyelids, he opens his eyes, standing and running again. The white shirt a stark contrast to his black pants and boots, that become mere blurs as he tries to escape his own darkness.

A raven haired female shifts as she hears a tortured cry. Amethystine eyes flick upward in a muted prayer of safety, as a pale hand dips into a space and draws out a interesting pen. Gripping it tightly, she belays her brooding on a lonely path, and rushes to were the cry form words. "You cannot have me!" A bedraggle voice stems out, and she hastens in distress of lateness. When she arrives, there is no person, but quicken booted steps draw her attention, and she follows. The hand with the pen resting over her heart, as she prays that her physical weakness will hold off for ages longer. Her legs reaching their stretched peak as she tries to catch the one that she can now feel is haunted by his light heart. Her eyes scour over the blond that dips into an alleyway, there she twists and tackles the youth down. She feels the burning of the evil hidden in the youths darkness.

Malik struggles beneath his captor, wanting to save them from his unstable mind. With a final toss, he rolls his shoulders forcing his the person to fall off, so he can face them. With the warning on his lips, he turns, and his breath is swept away. "Please, you must leave me.." He whispers. She shakes her head, offering him a hand to shake.

"I cannot, for we are kindred." She responds. "You have a good heart, but your soul is steeped in darkness." is her continued explanation. He blinks at her statement, noticing that the dark whispers have dimmed a bit in her presence.

"What's your name?" He ask, observing her as she shifts.

"Tomoe, Hotaru, a pleasure to meet you." She greets easily. "What's your name?" Hotaru asks in return.

"Ishtar, Malik." He responds.

"Hmm, that doesn't sound very Japanese, where are you from?" She inquires, leaning closer to mute the evil whispers in him.

"Egypt." Malik answers. "How do you do that?" He wonders, Hotaru raises a confused eyebrow before figuring out what he is referring to.

"I am the Shadow Mistress, I can control them, would you like me to banish the voice?" Hotaru infers, wanting to help the boy in front of her.

"You can do that?" Malik parrots hopefully. Hotaru nods, laying a hand over her transformation loan. "Will it hurt?" Malik questions. Hotaru blinks, unsure how to answer his question, she sighs, laying a calming hand over one of his.

"I do not know truthfully, but would you rather take the chance of a small pain, or that voice forever controlling you?" Hotaru enquires. Malik nods in understanding, but a small fear still fritters in his eyes. Without knowing why, she lays her lips on his, transferring calming energy that way, instead through their clasped hands. Malik squirmed a bit in surprise, but fell into the kiss, as he felt the negative presence be sealed away and sent off. As the presence finally left, the kiss continued, but the reasons became vastly different. Blushing Hotaru pulled away, glancing down and coughing nervously. "Ah, the presence is gone." She murmured. Malik glanced down, a bit hurt, that the feeling shared between them was only for his health.

"Oh." Malik whispered back softly. Hotaru snapped surprise at the tone of hurt that filtered through his voice. Anoint her thoughts that he is a kindred soul to her, and the path she might walk, she smiled softly and reached a hand for his chin. He gazed at her, as she laid a hand to tilt his chin up in her direction.

"Malik, do you think, you could like me?" She asked, slightly aghast at her own courage and shame. Malik watched her very closely, observing the hidden form of rejection in her eyes. Smirking with his eyes, he caught her lips this time.

Anyway, I'll have Setsuna's up soon. Enjoy, and please review.

Much Care,

WolfchildBlazer.