Michiru opened her eyes. A hazy blazing fire lay in front of her. Was it all a dream? She could feel the heat emanating. She was breathing. She was alive!
"I was beginning to wonder when would you wake up."
Startled by the voice, Michiru focused where it came from. He was busy stirring of what seems to be a boiling pot that emitted such wonderful aroma. He was wearing a brown long robe that covered his face. His rogue attire and line of fancy ornaments suggest he is a man of the wilderness. His fit yet muscular frame and display of remarkable skills are products of countless adventures. Despite his strong commanding presence, there was something about him that made her unusually comfortable.
"Here, have some stew!" the stranger offered.
Michiru smiled. She was starving to death. She quickly consumed everything, losing all finesse and manners. He watched in amusement.
"Good thing wolves make tasty stew."
It began to sink in her. She was eating her predators! Ewwww! Her reflexes caused her to cough and puke. She blushed over her unlady-like faux pas. The man laugh hard over the incident.
"What's a pretty aristocratic girl like you doing in a dangerous place?"
"I...I ran away..." she softly uttered.
"Oooh, I see...Your parent engaged you to a man you've never seen before and your heart rebelled." he envisaged.
Michiru nodded. How she wish it was as simple as those false pretenses. Yet how could she admit that the a member of the elite sailor senshi force had to be rescued by a wanderer!
The blue-eyed lady was grateful over his heroic deed. As any goddess, Michiru knew how and when to use her irresistible appeal. Such feat should rightfully be rewarded.
"May I see my savior's face and reward him with a precious kiss."
Normally, Michiru wouldn't dare do such intimate boon yet there was something about him that inexplicitly drew her. Such strong reaction, her soul undeniably recognized him; bond that could only belong to a close friend, a family member or even a lover.
Her champion gradually moved to her. She closed her eyes as thrill surged throughout her body. She was overwhelmed with the dementia of damsel in distress syndrome. Her heart began to beat faster as she felt his warmth coming closer and closer. Gentle hands touched her cheek, as if memorizing every contour of her face. Index and thumb finally coming to a stop on her chin, tenderly raising it for an anticipated sweet kiss.
"If you see my face, then I have to kill you..."