V/K, SilMil
Shorn
The princess and senshi of Venus cared little for her time on the Earth. As far as she was concerned, it was a cold, desolate place lacking in many social graces, advanced culture and seemed to be barren of magic of any kind. Her visits were borne with a sense of duty, and she did not look forward to their appearance on her calendar. The last visit had interrupted a very busy social season and all but ended her torrid affair with the recently promoted Jovian Minister of War.
Mostly, she dreaded interacting with her counterpart, General Kunzite. Besides being aloof, arrogant and austere, he seemed to not take her opinion seriously. Even though she could quote complicated battle stratagems, recite theories and lessons from clashes across the galaxy, his dismissive behavior was enough to rattle her polished court character.
Now, in the sticky summer months, summoned to General Kunzite's home territory, Venus braced herself for another tedious round of talks. With her host inexplicably missing, the senshi grew frustrated with his absence and politely excused herself, determined to find the soldier and share her opinion of his behavior. Making her way towards the barracks, she paused at the training courtyard, where a lone fencer caught her eye. While the young woman did appreciate men from all planets in the solar system, thus far she had yet to feel an attraction to a man on earth.
What was it about this one?
Sliding her slim figure behind a column, she watched as he went through the paces. Gracefully turning, executing the forms and seamlessly moving his blade, there was no doubt he was an expert with the weapon. Something seemed familiar about his persona - who did he remind her of? In her capacity as senshi and princess, she met numerous individuals, but felt certain she would have remembered such a fine masculine figure. He finished, saluted to an invisible opponent and turned to look in her direction.
Never one to shy away from a challenge, she met his stare and couldn't stop herself from drawing a quick breath. The man in front of her was none other than General Kunzite, hair cropped short no doubt to protect him from the blazing temperatures of the desert environment. He didn't look away and she found she couldn't quite break the intense gaze aimed at her.