Life's Sweetest Kisses:
A Crystal Tokyo Love Story
Co-written by: Coaltrain, Tiara Linwe and Psalm 136.
AN: Not much to say in this one. Well, actually, please take patience with me this time, I am giving this a shot. This chapter is, well, in short, an experimental one. Since this is going to be…different. So, I might take this chapter down, if I feel its not to your satisfaction. Your reviews will determine if it stays or goes. Please, remember to keep an open mind. Again, TL.
The darkened sky had never seen the rays of the sun. Never had it experienced the warm radiate from a caring soul, or the happiness from a refreshing rain, or the chilliness of a frigid winter night. There were no grand palaces that threw glamorous balls, nor gleeful, cheerful households, only dark, damp and terrifying caves presided there.
Queen Serenity was a beloved leader; her warm, fair, and compassionate nature crated a world of security. Everyone under her rule looked to her for guidance, and as the same aspect, with a powerful respect. Their lives weren't marked in terror, as were the lives under the rule of Queen Metallia.
The cold, frozen atmosphere matched the physique and qualities of the Queen. Fearless, and ruthless person was she. Inside her lair, many of her followers quivered in her wake, and was terrified by her tyranny.
"BERYL!" a piercing cry eoched through the damp cold cave. "Come here at ONCE!" Quivering, an ugly woman with red hair walked in the direction of the queen's chamber. Racking her brain, Beryl thought quickly to herself.
'What does she want? I did everything I was supposed to? Am I in trouble for Malachite's actions? Blast! I KNEW I should have…" She reached the massive door, with a large golden knocker. Taking a shaking deep breath, she gabbed the knocker with a pale hand and knocked twice. Its black and almost molding exterior was revolting, and Beryl looked away from its hideous dark stains.
"Enter!" the door swung open and revealed a young woman kneeling on the floor, clutching at her chest, her black as night hair hung over her shoulders.
"My queen!" Beryl screeched as she ran to her side. Metallia looked up sharply, her black eyes a dull gray. Her already pale skin was now white. Beryl kneeled down beside her and put her arm around her shoulders. "Let me help you, your Heinous." She tried to help her to her feet, but Metallia stayed on her knees.
"No, Beryl, leave me here. I have called for you, my faithful servant, for a favor, not for a caretaker!" She let go of her chest and began to stand, shakily. Once at her full height, she signaled for Beryl to rise as well.
"You will still show me the proper respect!" she snapped when Beryl didn't rise fast enough. "I may be dying, but at I am still your queen!"
"Yes, your Heinous." Beryl muttered as she bowed to her. A glare froze her in her spot when she rose. She turned and in one swift motion began to walk toward her icy throne.
"Come, Beryl, follow me." Beryl didn't even let her finish her sentence before following in her silence. "To the matter at hand; I am dying, well, in all brutal honest, my rule is dying, I am merely weakening. I have no heir to this throne." She had reached her seat and sat down in it, her chest heaving.
"But, you, Beryl, I have trusted as the first and leader of all of my faithful Generals. I will no longer exist as a human being, but merely as a spirit. But, with my so-called passing, I need a replacement. And that's where you come in, my dearest general." Beryl stared at her, and chuckled.
"My Queen, I do not think this time is great for joking…"
"I AM NOT JOKING!" Metallia shouted, and let out a gut-wrenching moan. "Please say you will, I know you have the power to be great." Her body began to disappear, fading into a tinkling black light.
Beryl bowed her head low, her read hair falling over her face.
"I will, I will serve as Queen in your absence," she said, as Metallia disincarnated and screamed. As Metallia's body vanished, Beryl began to laugh, and her ugly face erupted into a grin. Finally, she will make this universe EVIL once again!
When a queen like Beryl, who ruled in spite of goodness, takes her prestige, she must have someone in total control of her army. But who? Someone who is strong, physically, psychologically, as well as emotionally. Someone who was also good looking…
"Jedite!" she bellowed. "Bring me Jedite!" Now, this action had surprised many of her new followers, since they had all known that known that Malachite would be the next commander of the armies, but why is she called a minor General? One that was barely known only for his brilliance and blonde locks of hair? But why not Malachite, was he not worthy?
Some minutes later, the grand doors opened in Queen Beryl's chambers, and a tall, young blonde man walked in, the clicking of his boots making his presence more palatable. He walked arrogantly, his chin parallel to the dark marble floor, his hair in perfect waves, and his uniform, tight and neatly.
His strut ended abruptly and gave a jump, as in formal military fashion, and kneeled down on his knee, his arm bent across his chest his head down in proper respect.
"You sent for me, my queen?" he inquired, his voice deep and confident. Queen Beryl showed no emotion, but merely looked down at him.
"General," she said, "Perhaps you are wondering as to why I have summands you. I have heard some great reports from others in the military as you, and my decision was, nevertheless, quite easy to make. I would like to make you first commander of the Negaverse's army. Would you accept this reasonability?"
Jedite snapped his head up and stood up and saluted. "I will, my Queen. I consider this the most greatest-" Beryl silenced him with her hand.
"Please leave, General," she said, as he turned to leave, she began to smirk.
This ought to get to Malachite and make him sorry he ever messed with me!
Once word has gotten out that Jedite, as far as Malachite was concerned, who was a weakling, failure, had gotten first in command, Malachite set out immediately for Queen Beryl's Chambers.
"Beryl!" He shouted when he burst open the doors. "I have to speak with you!" Beryl knew immediately why he was here, and grinned.
"Hello Malachite, it is so nice to see you! Come for a pleasant visit?" She smirked and got off her icy throne, her orb in her staff glowing an eerie dark color. She walked over to him, and put her sharp bony hand on his shoulders. She walked in a cricle around him, as he looked at her, almost fearfully.
She stood in front of him, put her hand behind his head, rushed him forward, and planed her lips on his. Letting him go, he looked stunned, and before he could open his mouth to speak, she brought her hand back, and slapped him across his face.
Wincing, he grabbed at his face, and looked at his gloved hand; small patches of blood were haunting toward him.
"My…my liege," he stammered, "why…"
"You Betrayed this kingdom! You are so lucky I don't exile you!" She calmed herself and put her hand back on his cheek. "I loved you, Malachite, I really did. And you brome my heart, and for that, I must demote you from first in commander, to last commander." He opened his mouth again, but her merely lifted her staff.
"OUT! Get out of my face before I decide to kill you!"
"But, My Queen, let me speak. The information I have for you may be good for your worth." She nodded and he continued.
"Your majesty, I know her weakness."
(Message from TL): Sorry for the long awaited chapter! Life has gotten in the way. I have had many things happen with this month; the tragic death of my uncle, over-loaded work schedule, and my long awaited college visits! Well, anyway, I would also like to add, that if you have any grievances, what-so-ever regarding our story, please DO NOT post it in the reviews, e-mail it to me (TL) at and I will look over it, and try to please you more.