A/N: This one's long, very long. We're getting deeper and deeper into the plot here…
As always thanks to Soleil-Lune for beta-ing.
More author's notes at the bottom. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Revlis El'inmilnum
Chapter Three: Fusion
"That one."
"Somehow I knew you would pick that one." Michiru responded, but Haruka was already walking towards the horse even as a few stable-hands chased after the untamed stallion.
Instead of being put-off, Michiru only smiled and decided to watch. She knew Haruka would choose that horse. It was in her nature to do so. Haruka was fast and strong, and she would want a horse that would be the same.
The horse neighed, rearing up on its hind legs, its dark eyes wild and free. He was a beautiful beast with a glossy deep brown coat, his build powerful and big. Michiru thought she felt the aftershock of its hooves hitting the ground even from her distance. The horse began to gallop again, and this time, Haruka headed in another direction to cut him off.
With long loping strides, Haruka drew alongside the horse. Before the stallion could veer away, she leapt, hanging onto its saddle. Without much more difficulty, Haruka swung her body over so that she was properly in the saddle. However, this was only half the battle…
The horse seemingly picked up speed, apparently livid that someone actually managed to mount him. He thrashed, twisting and turning, and Haruka's knuckles grew white from the pressure of holding on. Finally, sick of the extra weight, the horse reared up again, giving a loud neigh and Haruka found herself unable to hold on any longer. She toppled over backwards, but luckily managed to land with only a bruised ego.
Stunned, she remained on the ground, catching her breath, trying to recover, and halfway hoping Michiru would rush over to make sure she was okay. A few minutes passed, and finally she heard footsteps as well as hoof beats. Sitting up, she was surprised to find Michiru walking forward leading the stallion serenely by the reins.
"Sometimes a milder hand is needed. This one will be mine." Michiru said, patting the horse on the neck. She looked down at Haruka and smiled gently. "Are you okay?"
"Fine except for my pride." Haruka accepted the hand to help her to her feet. "Dare I even ask how you managed to tame that wild beast so quickly?"
Michiru looked at the horse, her expression growing distant. "There's an old legend that says that horses came from the sea."
Haruka regarded her with a mixture of confusion and tenderness. "Enigmatic as usual, Michiru."
By now, the stable master approached. He was a balding, middle-aged man; his skin weathered and creased from years in the sun. Haruka liked him well enough. He knew what he was doing and even though he seemed stern, he was kind-hearted and fiercely loyal to Serenity. He was on his own horse, a black mare, not bothering to hide his surprise at the suddenly tamed stallion. "You tamed him…"
"I'll be taking this one. Does he have a name?" Michiru asked passively.
"Ah, not yet Lady Kaioh. We're the only ones who've ever owned him and we don't name our horses until they're tamed." As Michiru's expression turned contemplative and the stable master turned toward Haruka. "Are you okay Lady Tenoh? That was a rough spill. He is…was…a wild beast."
Haruka brushed off his concern. "Of course. I've taken worse beatings."
"Zephyr." Michiru suddenly spoke.
At Haruka's questioning look, she clarified. "That's his name. Zephyr, because he's like the wind."
"A fine choice in name Lady Kaioh, a strong name to fit his character." The stable master nodded approvingly, not missing the half-lidded meaningful look Michiru sent to Haruka.
Haruka smiled. A strange and familiar warmth filled her as she watched Michiru. Her sea-blue eyes were bright and compassioned as she rubbed at Zephyr's neck and her lips parted slightly as she murmured soothing words to the horse. Somehow, Michiru always managed to outshine everyone, even when clad in riding clothes. Indeed, the dust seemed to shy away from her in the sunlight. Zephyr's large dark eyes fell on Haruka, and the stallion seemed to almost be smirking, preening under the attention. She had a sudden strong urge to kick the horse.
Haruka inwardly groaned; did she just feel jealous over a damn horse?
The stable master cleared his throat, and she quickly turned his attention back to him. She caught his raised eyebrow and scowled back at him. He only smiled slightly.
"Is there another one you want to try Lady Tenoh?"
Michiru looked up at the stable master's words. After a quick glance around the fenced-in pasture, she settled on a brown mare with a distinguishing white mane and tail standing on the crest of a small hill. She held a calm, regal bearing and seemed to be watching all that was happening within the pasture. Michiru could tell, even from the distance, that it was a powerful, noble creature.
"That one over there." Michiru pointed.
The stable master and Haruka immediately stopped their conversation on the merits of another horse that stood not too far away from them to look towards the mare that Michiru suggested.
"You have a good eye, Lady Kaioh. I feared the day I would have to part with that one. She's a fine horse. Calm, for the most part, but she can be fierce too. We've had her since she was a foal and she's only got a few years on her." The stable master said.
"That one?" Haruka said contemplatively.
"That one." Michiru affirmed.
A few hours later, they were both heading back into Talrysc Kotyo on Zephyr and the regal brown mare known as Suijin. Their borrowed horses, which they arrived upon, stayed behind to make room in the palace stables.
The horses were meant to be a gift from Serenity, a gift she had not really explained except with a smile. Haruka needed a new horse though, as the stallion she arrived on six lunar cycles ago was old and could no longer gallop with ease. It had pushed him to make the journey to Talrysc Kotyo even then. She was sad to part with him. He had been her father's before hers. However, he deserved his rest and full green pastures more than any other horse she knew. As for Michiru, she had never had a horse to call her own, but merely borrowed one from the palace stables whenever she was in need.
The ride back was pleasant even though the air was cool as the afternoon sun was warm upon their backs, and they were in each other's company. Haruka and Michiru were long use to each other's presence and had immediately fallen into an easy and intimate friendship since their first meeting. Haruka stood out from the rest of the court. Her stubbornness rivaled the best, but she also held a strong will, surprising charisma, and amazing powers as a wind mage, parallel to that of Michiru as a water mage. Nevertheless, the queen asked her to remain in Talrysc Kotyo instead of returning to her home not too long after arriving. With some consideration to this proposal, Haruka had agreed and set a trusted cousin to act in her place at her family's city-state, now province in the kingdom of Revlis El'inmilnum, of Ten'ousei.
Since Serenity had acquired the Tenoh holdings, with its rather small city and large amounts of fertile land, the kingdom had expanded to include a few more city-states. Now only the southern end of the peninsula resisted under a brutish regime of city-states that refused to surrender peacefully. With winter fast approaching, the queen had opted to wait until the weather warmed again before finally making the entire peninsula hers. In nearly six years, Serenity from the line of Onom had done what others would deem impossible in uniting the numerous city-states of the peninsula.
However Michiru, and now Haruka, were the only ones to see the pain the bloodshed and violence caused the queen. It was in those moments, when Serenity's eyes were clouded and she avoided their stares that Michiru would remember with a jolt, her father and the simple life of a court musician that had been left long ago. When one was a friend, confidant, and advisor with a woman like Serenity, nothing was ever simple.
Curiously enough with Haruka's arrival, acceptance, and inclusion into her daily life, Michiru could not recall a time when she had been more content. It was something in the way Haruka smiled at her or touched her on the arm. It was something in Haruka's eyes. It was something in the way that she felt irrepressible warmth at Haruka's presence.
Their journey back was filled with much laughter and smiles, but as they approached the city gates, their thoughts turned to Serenity. The queen was supposed to go with them today to choose their horses, but she had been called away at the last moment at some urgent news. She did promise to meet them upon their return, sending both of them on to choose their new mounts. The royal stables were previously part of the land the Onom family held for their prized steeds and were not far out of the city. The land had been expanded since the formation of Revlis El'inmilnum to provide ample room for the prized horses of the kingdom and thus make it quite a distance away for a queen who was needed immediately.
Arriving back to Talrysc Kotyo, they rode through the East Gate, waving at the guardsmen on watch. They made it quickly through the streets in good spirits, smiling benignly at those who recognized them. Then they passed through the old walls of the Onom family keep to enter the palace that was currently still under construction. They dismounted at the palace stables, located just inside the walls. Each held onto the reigns for themselves dismissing the help the eager stable staff presented, knowing the queen would more than likely appear momentarily.
True to her word, Serenity arrived almost as soon as they dismounted still dressed in riding clothes. A flurry of motion announced her presence as everyone present in the stables immediately bowed. The pair followed suit, lowering their heads respectfully. When they lifted their eyes to meet the queen's, neither missed the flash of concern that crossed Serenity's face before it was replaced by a warm smile.
"These two? They're beautiful creatures. What are their names?"
Zephyr tossed his head, growing impatient and restless under the gaze of so many. Michiru patted his neck, and murmured soothing words. The stallion snorted once as if in a huff, but nevertheless settled down. "This one here is Zephyr." Michiru responded affectionately.
Serenity came closer, reaching out a hand to pet the stallion's nose. His wild dark eyes, watched her, subsiding into calm at her touch. Serenity shot Haruka a glance. "Just like the wind, I see."
Michiru's smiled widened, and her own attention shifting over to Haruka who now had her arms crossed. "You should have seen him when he threw off Haruka."
Serenity laughed good-naturedly, and Haruka, though pretending to be callous, could not help but crack a smile. "And yours, Haruka?"
"Suijin. I say she's just like Michiru really."
Serenity left Zephyr to give attention to the mare, her smile slipping after a moment. "I'm sorry I could not have been there today."
The queen surveyed the stables, noting the many people, most of which did not try to hide their interest in the conversation. She gestured with her head back towards the palace before speaking. "Walk with me."
Serenity led them down a little used, roundabout path that headed into one of the back entrances of the main palace building. Here, there were very few people except for the occasional servant hurrying by. Serenity stopped, peering up at the palace walls that loomed directly next to them. She hesitated before speaking.
"I want you two to leave the palace for awhile."
"What? Why!?" Haruka instantly demanded, unconsciously taking a step forward. Michiru, on the other hand, merely looked to Serenity, waiting for an explanation and laid a calming hand on Haruka's shoulder.
"I received some intelligence today. The southerners have hired the dark mage assassins of the north. We believe their target to be you two." Serenity still refused to meet their gaze.
"That's ridiculous! Us? We're not that important! Those barbarian assassins cost an arm and a leg." Haruka exclaimed.
"On the contrary," Serenity responded calmly. She turned a benevolent stare toward the two. "Word of your powers over the wind and water has spread throughout the kingdom and even to those in the north. The southerners see you as a threat, the loyal all-powerful mages who do my bidding."
"And what about you?" Michiru asked softly. "You're the one who is much closer to being all-powerful and you are the queen."
"But my power is different than yours. Very few know of magic and none understand it. Most people are not aware that I even hold a sliver of such power."
"All it takes is one person to slip up and all the wrong people would know." Michiru replied levelly.
"None that are aware are in the position of 'slipping up.'" Serenity replied. "That's why I am not the target. They are afraid of what two mages can do against their regime, and rightly so. Besides they know I'll be protected at all times, unlike you two."
Haruka and Michiru exchanged glances, before Haruka sighed. "How long do you want us to stay in hiding?"
"I'll have you back before we move out in the spring. Can you think of a good safe house for the winter? A place that few would suspect you of being."
"You know my only home has ever been here." Michiru replied and then turned toward the wind mage. "Haruka?"
"Hmm…perhaps…" Haruka's face grew distant as she thought. "I have a manor on the edge of Ten'ousei. It's the location of my family's private vineyard. Very few know of it, and because of the winter none would expect me to be there. The only other people there would just be a few grounds-men and their families as well as the manor staff."
"That sounds like the perfect place then." Serenity nodded. "Set out tomorrow."
"So soon?" Haruka blinked.
"Yes. I will take no risks with you two."
"And you, Serenity? At least double your guard, don't take any chances. We are expendable, but you're the queen." Michiru replied. "What we've fought so hard for would be for aught if you were killed."
"Assassins continue to carve our history Michiru, but I will be fine." Serenity replied.
They ceased talking for a moment as a noble scurried by, obviously harassed over some issue as he did not even glance toward them. Once he was back down the path, they continued their leisurely pace.
"Will the manor house be okay then Michiru?" Haruka asked, shooting her a glance.
"Yes, I still don't like this idea, but your manor will be perfectly fine." Michiru answered, a hint of a frown on her face.
"That's decided then." Serenity interjected, settling the issue once and for all.
"If you need to get in touch with us, contact my cousin acting as lord in Ten'ousei. He knows of the manor and he won't give you any trouble. I'll also mark the location of it on a map." Haruka added stiffly.
She stopped walking, arms crossed, showing her displeasure. Michiru stopped beside her, assessing Serenity. Nothing of her body language announced her disapproval, but her stoic expression said enough.
Serenity turned, having just gotten a few paces ahead of them. "I'm doing this to protect you. I value you two more than any others. You've been friends when I've had none. I will be fine in your absence, just think of this as a holiday."
"We'll return in four lunar cycles." Michiru said shortly.
A moment of awkward silence passed as the Serenity watched the pair who avoided her gaze. She wanted to say more but thought better of it. She, after all, knew the temperament of the two. They were very stubborn when they had their minds set on something. Knowing this, she waited for them to address her.
It was Michiru who decided to end it as her face softened and she leaned against Haruka, who blinked in surprise at her action. "I'm sorry Serenity, for being so cold with you. With our history of assassins, I know you're only trying to help. I just worry over what may happen in our absence. And I'll miss you."
Haruka swallowed, before hesitatingly putting her arm comfortingly around Michiru. "I…Likewise, my queen. Let's part ways here. We'll leave early tomorrow morning, when the guard changes. I'll mark the manor on the map in my room. Make sure you hide it once we're gone."
Serenity nodded, her stare now warm and compassioned. "Take care of each other and be safe."
"You too." Michiru responded.
Serenity left them there, hurrying off to another meeting. Michiru stole a glance up at Haruka, who was gazing off after the retreating queen. Seeing Haruka's distant expression, she stepped out from under her arm.
Haruka reacted immediately, missing the familiar presence and touch. Her eyes turned toward her companion. She felt the need to say something, seeing Michiru standing there looking so troubled.
"Michiru…" Haruka trailed off, finding herself lacking in the words she wanted to say.
"Haruka, I'm going to pack and prepare to leave for tomorrow." Michiru answered to the silence. "I'll meet you at the stables an hour before lunarset."
Haruka nodded after her, now watching Michiru's retreating form with a sad affection. A moment later, she set off to begin gathering her own belongings.
The rest of the day and night passed quickly for the both of them. They had little time for preparation and rest before setting out. Haruka was first to arrive to the stables, clad in nondescript clothing and a thick traveling cloak. She was also carrying a fairly large pack and an ornate sword sheathed across her back.
There was little activity in the palace stables. The majority of the horses were asleep as well as a couple of the stable hands on some hay in one corner. Taking Suijin, she quickly saddled the mare, tying her pack onto the back of the saddle. She eyed Zephyr. The big stallion was awake and watching her with dark eyes, almost daring her to come closer. Haruka hesitated. The last thing she wanted was a big ruckus and she was afraid that if she even came close to him, Zephyr would cause a fuss.
She stood across from the stallion, staring him down, arms crossed. Her whisper was fierce, "Listen you. I won't take this kind of behavior. I am the best wind mage around. Michiru named you after me! At least…I think she did…"
Zephyr's ears flicked toward her and he bent down to chew a piece of hay. Haruka could hear Suijin snorting behind her, almost in laughter. Before Haruka could act in any way, another whisper penetrated the stables.
"Haruka, what are you doing?"
Michiru glided into her field of vision. She was also in nondescript clothing and a cloak with a large pact. Haruka also recognized the case where Michiru kept her father's violin, strapped on top of the pack. What stood out was a staff with a slim bladed end, an ancient weapon called a naginata. The curved blade was wrapped in thick cloth to prevent any accidental cutting and the shaft was a simple metal finish with worn leather grips.
"Nothing, nothing!" Haruka said, uncrossing her arms and quickly walking to Suijin. She eyed Michiru, a smile coming unbidden to her lips. "You're late and you stole that from the armory."
Michiru began to quickly saddle Zephyr who behaved perfectly well for his mistress while speaking reasonably. "I decided to go by the kitchens and get us something to eat for the journey. And I didn't steal the naginata. I'm only borrowing it. I'm the only one who ever uses it anyway."
Haruka smiled, watching Michiru, ignoring how she could suddenly feel her heart beat strongly in her chest. "I would offer to help, but that beast doesn't like me."
Michiru shot Haruka a warm look over her shoulder, "Zephyr's a big softie on the inside. Kind of like you."
Haruka ignored the last bit, "Softie? Hmph."
At that point, one of the stable hands in the corner mumbled something restlessly and turned over in his sleep. Haruka and Michiru shared a look, realizing that they could wait to talk once they were on their way. Michiru was nearly finished, so Haruka went ahead and mounted Suijin.
Michiru was quick to follow and they were out the stable doors. They raised the hoods of their cloaks, to hide their features, especially Michiru's distinguishing hair. Everyone would know they were gone in a matter of hours, but they wanted to get out of Talrysc Kotyo without mishap and it was best to go incognito. The guards at the palace gates gave a sleepy wave, not bothering to inspect those who were only leaving the palace.
The streets of the city were only now beginning to stir as the sky began to fully lighten. Haruka led them down a main thoroughfare that would take them out of the northwest gate. There were only a few people out, running errands in the half-light of the early morning. A couple of drunkards were stumbling around, singing raucously, arms about each other as they headed off down one street, obviously toward home. As they neared the city gates, Haruka resisted a smirk at a man, snoring loudly and drunkenly asleep half in the middle of the road. He didn't even twitch as they rode past.
The guards at the city gates were just as easy to get by. And soon, with the sun to their right, they followed the road by the river north, well on their way.
Michiru was first to break their companionable silence, "I never even asked; how long is the journey to your manor?"
"For just us two? Seven days at a normal traveling speed. We could do it in six if necessary.
"Hmmm…I don't think I realized just how close the Tenoh state was."
"It would be another day if you wanted to reach the city though. Ten'ousei never did boast a large city, especially in the era of city-states. There are plenty of villages under its jurisdiction though with acres of farm land." Haruka replied.
Michiru responded lightheartedly, a smile upon her face. "Do you take me for some sort of urchin? I was educated in the palace."
"Ah, my apologies then my lady." Haruka grinned. "A backcountry lord like myself knows nothing of city life."
Michiru's eyes shined with amusement, "What did I do to deserve such company?"
Haruka laughed, "I couldn't tell you, but it must have been something good."
Michiru groaned good-naturedly. She eyed her companion slyly and with a flick of her wrist, sent a small stream of water to cool off Haruka's ego. She grinned as the blonde cursed at the sudden and intense wet cold.
"Thanks." Haruka said dryly.
"No problem." Michiru smiled.
The rest of the day passed easily and they spent the night at an inn in a small crossroads village. They set out early the next morning, more than just a little saddle sore. By the final day of their journey, their good mood had prevailed throughout and they were more than use to spending all day in a saddle. The journey had been without mishap, except for one brief scrape with bandits that were sent running with just a brush of their powers. There was also an uncomfortable encounter in a city inn with some Revlis El'inmilnum soldiers in which it proved more than difficult to hide their identity from.
As they crossed a small river far off from a major road, Haruka looked toward Michiru gesturing with her hands. "Welcome to Ten'ousei, the old city-state of the Tenoh family now province in Revlis El'inmilnum under Queen Serenity."
Michiru passed Haruka and raised an eyebrow. "A little too much pomp and circumstance Haruka."
"You never let me have any fun." Haruka pouted.
"I always let you have plenty of fun." Michiru responded. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, giving her companion a pointed look.
"Those are not befitting words of a proper lady." Haruka said in a low tone.
For a moment, they stared at each other, lost in a deep gaze of blue and green. Then both Zephyr and Suijin made it through the trees to the crest of the rise and the sun shone brightly upon them both. They tore their gaze away from each other, looking down into the land below them.
"Oh Haruka…" Michiru whispered, "It's beautiful."
Though nothing was blooming, the sweeping design of the land, the rows of grape vines, and the tall trees all ushered in a natural radiance. The winter months and the cool air gave it a crisp beauty. And the manor, with smoke rising from several of its chimneys overlooked all of it with an elegant architecture.
"My grandfather built this for my grandmother. This was always my favorite place to go during my youth." Haruka whispered a bit whimsically as she too surveyed the land.
Silence settled around them as they both looked at the scenery, one in remembrance of childhood and the other in contemplation of her companion.
Finally, sensing it was time to descend, Michiru turned toward Haruka, breaking the spell of thoughts and memories, "'During my youth'…you make yourself sound like a wrinkled old woman."
Haruka blinked and recovered. She gave Michiru a look of mock severity. "If you ridicule me one more time I'll just have you sleep outside."
"You might find yourself a little wet during the night then." Michiru threatened teasingly.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Even a lady has to know how to defend herself."
Haruka laughed, "Michiru, you know how to defend yourself better than nearly all the soldiers in the kingdom."
Michiru smiled back and giggled, "Very true."
Haruka tilted her head toward the manor, "Come on, let's go on inside."
The manor servants were quite surprised to find their master and a companion upon the doorstep. They asked no questions and only assured that they were there to serve once Haruka explained they would be there for the winter. The butler, an elderly man whom Haruka had known since childhood, directed the rest of the staff in taking care of the horses and their belongings. There was a brief stumbling of awkwardness as he asked if he needed to prepare a guestroom for Michiru. Both of their cheeks colored while a hint of a smile appeared on the butler's face.
"I see. A guestroom for Lady Kaioh then. The one right next to the master bedroom I assume is fine Lady Tenoh?"
"Ah…yes…I mean…Michiru?" Haruka struggled with her answer.
"Whatever is easiest is fine with me." Michiru responded calmly despite the light blush painting her cheeks.
"That one then." Haruka affirmed.
They did not see each other the rest of the day. Haruka spent her time organizing and planning with the staff for the winter, while Michiru was shown around by the butler's wife whom she took an immediate liking to. Before long, it was dinnertime, and Haruka gathered all of the servants together for the meal.
The conversation around the table was loud and lighthearted. Haruka was pleased to see that all of the staff seemed to like Michiru and were willing to get to know her. Having finished her meal, she sipped languidly on a glass of wine, content to watch the beautiful musician interact with the servants.
As a light argument broke out among the servants, Michiru laughed at one's humorous retort, and she caught Haruka's gaze in her peripheral vision. She turned and they shared a smile that seemed to speak of so much more. In that moment, Michiru reached out and grabbed Haruka's hand, warmth flooding through both of them that was much more than just wine. The moment left as one of the servants engaged Michiru back into conversation.
As the evening wore on, Haruka yawned and excused herself in order to retire for the evening. She walked through the familiar hallways, carrying a set of candles for light. She entered the master bedroom, surprised to find the candles and fire already lit inside and smiled at her servants' thoughtfulness. The manor was the best in the summer, when all the windows were opened to let in cool breeze, but it was more than comfortable during the winter too with the number of fireplaces it boasted. Setting down her own candles, she walked over to one of the large windows and drew back the curtains. She gazed up at the moon, noting its familiar and comforting crescent.
She was glad to be here. She was glad to serve Serenity, even if that meant leaving her for a while, more than happy, especially with Michiru. Everything came back to Michiru. Ever since she met her, it always had and Haruka realized, perhaps not so suddenly, that it always would. That's why she craved Michiru's attention, her gaze, her touch, her very presence.
There was a knock at the door, breaking Haruka's thoughts. She realized she was standing half inside the curtain fold, lost in her reflection. She stepped out, toward the center of the room and ran a hand through her hair, suddenly anxious as she realized the conclusion of her thoughts. Gathering herself together, she called out to the person knocking, "Come in!"
One of the double doors cracked open, revealing the very woman of her thoughts.
"M-Michiru…"
Michiru entered, closing the door gently behind her. She walked into the bedroom, her footfalls quieted by the thick carpet. "Your servants here are wonderful people."
"Yes. They'll take good care of us this winter."
Michiru went toward the same window that Haruka had just vacated. She pushed back the curtains, and gazed out of the large window.
Haruka could see where her thoughts were going. "You're worried about Serenity."
"I don't think she's taking the threat against herself seriously enough. What are we, when it comes down to it? Serenity is the queen. Powerful, shrewd, wise…she's everything one could want in their sovereign. If there are assassins, they would go after her." Michiru's words held a cool logic that bit at Haruka's temper.
"She knows what she's doing Michiru!" Haruka exclaimed, "We know her to be all the things you say, plus blessed with a magic that none but her understand. The power of the gods!"
"This power of the gods did not stop her parents' death, or my father's death." Michiru replied rigidly.
Haruka winced, her temper utterly vanishing. After a moment, she moved toward Michiru, stepping close behind her to look out the window with her. She spoke softly.
"You'll just have to trust her."
The words hung heavy in the air, interrupted only by the crackling fire. Haruka stepped back, giving Michiru some space once seeing that her companion remained tense. Once she did so, however, she heard the smallest of sighs escape Michiru's lips. The water mage's body relaxed and she turned to face Haruka.
"You're right, of course." Michiru whispered. "I should know to trust her judgment by now. I'm sorry for being such a bother."
Haruka felt words build in her throat in response as she was caught in the vision before her. A vision of firelight, dancing across ivory white skin… Of sea-blue eyes, dark in troubled thoughts. Of alluring features, looking for reassurance and something more…The words left Haruka's throat, emotion and passion flowing out with them to make them much more than just words. "I'm glad I'm here with you."
Both felt and knew the multiple meanings hidden there: I don't want to be apart from you…You mean more to me than anything else I know… I'm the happiest when I'm with you…
I love you.
"Haruka…" Michiru's voice was steady in the silence of the bedroom with more than a hint of wonder to it. "I think I love you."
They met in a rush a passion built up from the first intense stare they shared that night six lunar cycles ago. They tangled themselves together, the kiss only growing more fervent and impassioned. Haruka led them toward the bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind. As they fell against the large bed, it was only skin against skin. Hands and mouths finding places that had been hidden from each other until now. The moon continued its journey across the sky, unknown to the two who were just discovering the beginnings of what it meant to be truly loved.
"Rei's going to be so mad!"
Usagi, princess and future Queen Serenity XII of Revlis El'inmilnum, was late. It was unfortunately a bad habit of hers, and one that both her friends and her mother tried to rectify. Her mother told her that even though the kingdom would have to answer to her, she had to prove herself worthy of such fidelity and being tardy did not inspire confidence in a leader. Her friends, who had long overlooked her status as heir to the throne at her own urging, either got mildly annoyed or accepted the habit with some exasperation.
Unless if it was Rei. The fire mage always turned into a spitfire when she was late.
She grinned even as she dashed through the hallways. The thought of her friends always made her smile. They were an odd group to be certain, and it was her mother three years ago that appointed them as her protectors and guardians. She had been annoyed at first, claiming she did not need such a thing. She had plenty of her own friends, but her mother had insisted.
Later Usagi had learned through a bit of eavesdropping that some ancient mage had seen something and insisted upon such an act. She had no idea who this mage was or why her mother chose to follow their advice, but now, she was not bitter about it at all. They were her closest friends and confidants. Even though each of them was so different and if not for their extraordinary talents, they may have never been brought together.
Minako was a distant cousin through her mother's side who she had known, but never associated with that much. Her parents were known for throwing their lavish parties and even though Minako never mentioned it, they knew she was often forgotten about. Minako hardly went to her parent's manor just outside the palace walls anymore or to their lavish apartments inside the city. Through some quirk in the bloodline, she had inherited the light magic that was typically only prevalent among the direct heirs of the line of Serenity. Usagi had yet to knowingly access her own light magic, but she had seen the ease and skill in which Minako worked hers.
Ami, though not of noble birth, was descended from a line of rich professionals, mostly lawyers and healers. She had been brought to the palace at an early age to study under the best and brightest scholars in Revlis El'inmilnum. Usagi had seen her about when they were both children, but she was always involved in some kind of work or study. Ami was easily a genius. She was the youngest ever to be accepted into the ranks of palace scholars and she often tutored those much older than her. On top of that, she had mastered water magic, specializing in ice, which only added to her reputation as an intellect.
Makoto came from a long line of distinguished generals and her family boasted the most number of Asliro from across many generations. Makoto had been originally in training to be an Asliro, but had been pulled out when the queen requested her to specifically act as a guardian for Usagi. The long family line ended with her, however. Both of her parents had died when she was young. Makoto was another that Usagi had seen when they were children, but never associated with because she was always so busy. Usagi knew though, that even then, Makoto had been a gifted lightning mage, which was nothing compared to what she was now.
And then there was Rei… She was the youngest daughter of the Lord Hino that ruled the distant island territory of Hawkai under the queen's jurisdiction. Her family descended from the old royal family of Hawkai, but the island had long been under control of Revlis El'inmilnum. It was tradition to send the youngest daughter of the Hino family to Talrysc Kotyo to be a ward of the queen. It was an ancient custom that was used to ensure cooperation when Hawkai was originally brought into the kingdom. Rei was a fire mage, which that in of itself is not extraordinary, especially from an island known for its fire mages. However Rei was an adept far beyond that of any of the known fire mages.
And Rei was going to be so angry with her now for being late. Again.
It wasn't really her fault, there was just always something going on in the palace that distracted her; whether if that was listening in on some gossip, talking with the servants, or sneaking some food out of the kitchen; it never failed to divert her attention. Today it happened to be an Asliro and childhood friend of Mamoru's, Motoki. She had left her bedchamber plenty of early to meet Rei for an eagerly anticipated archery lesson, but Motoki had strode by her in one of the main hallways in his off-duty garb looking pensive.
As it had turned out, he had been worried chiefly about the recent problems in Revlis El'inmilnum, but he also expressed some concern about Mamoru. Apparently the prodigy Asliro had been acting strange lately and seemed distracted nearly all the time.
They had talked for a few more minutes, and then Usagi had abruptly remembered Rei's promised archery lesson.
Now she dashed through the hallways and corridors in a simple working tunic and pants, long twin-tails of hair streaming behind her. She yelled apologies as she nearly ran into a pair of passing nobles, properly scandalizing them, and wished that the barracks and training grounds were not on the other side of the palace. She turned a corner, bursting into a colonnaded breezeway that opened up to the smallest of Asliro training grounds, only to find her foot caught on the edge of a thick carpet runner.
Her heart was in her throat for a fleeting moment, as her arms flailed rapidly, trying to regain her balance. It was not to be. With an undignified squawk, she found herself in a heap on the floor. "Oww…" Usagi groaned, pushing herself up into sitting position.
She looked down the breezeway and sighed in relief when she realized that it was vacant. She started to climb to her feet, and by chance she caught a glimpse of something in her peripheral vision. She froze; her head turning to look in what she belatedly remembered was Asliro training grounds. She feared the worst; dozens of the Asliro would be there at that very moment witnessing her spill. She nearly collapsed again in an odd mixture of relief and even more acute embarrassment when she saw that Mamoru was standing there staring at her, practice sword in hand.
When he realized she was staring back at him, he started and rushed over to her. Dropping the practice sword to the ground, he pulled her to her feet. "Princess, are you okay? You're not hurt are you?"
His voice, low and soothing was edged in concern. When she looked up to his face, she caught beautiful blue eyes that shined with something reminiscent of devotion and adoration. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his brow even though it was a relatively cool day, but that was to be expected considering he was training. Usagi only then realized she had been brought to an upright position, supported by his strong, warm arms for a good moment. She blushed heavily and backed away, laughing almost manically.
"I'm fine! Really. It happens all the time! I mean, not all the time, but enough. My friends never leave me alone about being so clumsy." Usagi said, waving her hands out in front of her as if to ward him off.
Mamoru blinked and then smiled. "I guess now that you mention it, I've seen you fall a few times before, or at least trip over something."
Usagi's face quickly changed. A bit of a dejected frown pulled at her lips and her blue eyes were wide and emotional. "Yeah…it's not something that's good for a princess…I seem to do a lot of things that princesses are expected not to do."
She started to turn away, but Mamoru was quick to respond, "No! No, I didn't mean it like that. I was just making an observation. I…I think you make a great princess and I think you'll be a great queen someday."
She did not visibly brighten at his words, but the frown disappeared. "I can only hope so. My friends, especially…Rei! Oh no, not good! Rei's going to kill me! I'm sorry Mamoru! I have to go, I promised!"
"O-Of course." He said slightly taken aback. He recovered though, as Usagi turned to leave, giving her a bow.
Usagi paused, giving him a last look, only to stop completely. He looked so…troubled. Motoki's words about Mamoru echoed in her mind. As he stood there in the sunlight, donned in the lightweight practice uniform of the Asliro, she could not help but sense that something was wrong with him. She shot a glance down the breezeway, where she knew at the archery field, Rei was waiting for her, most likely growing increasingly impatient. She closed her eyes tightly for a moment and made a decision.
"Mamoru, is everything okay? H-How have you been today?"
He glanced up, appearing almost startled at the fact she was still there, but he smiled welcomingly.
"I've been…I've just been practicing my forms. I don't get a chance to often, but I need to remain in top condition."
Usagi hesitated, unsure of how to continue. Mamoru, meanwhile, walked over to where he left his practice sword. He picked it up, giving it a few measured swings. He then headed into the middle of the training ground, which was composed of an open air dirt floor. There were remnants of grass growing sporadically where it had yet to be trampled by feet, and practice weapons lined against the right wall. Further on, she could now see the larger training grounds as a whole and the barracks where many more people were gathered. She paid them no more heed though, and, instead, watched him carefully, noting the ease in which he held the sword and how he instinctively stood on the balls of his feet.
"Mamoru, we've known each other a long time right?" Usagi prodded.
He shot her an easy smile, going through a quick form. "I don't know if you can call it a long time. We didn't like each other at first, remember?"
She giggled. She remembered all too well. "Long enough though, right? If there's something bothering you, you can tell me."
He paused in his form, the sword held steady out in front of him. He licked his lips, almost nervously. "Not this princess."
He continued his form, and again, she was stuck. She watched him, trying to think of another way to get him to open up. Mamoru was amazingly light on his feet, he almost seemed to float. She knew enough about swordsmanship to know that he was also incredibly fast. She felt her cheeks heating up as she watched his handsome features settled into a deep concentrate and as she remembered that but a few minutes ago she had been held by his athletic frame. Shaking off such thoughts, Usagi was suddenly struck by an idea.
"Teach me."
Mamoru paused again, this time, stopping his sword form completely and resting the practice weapon point down. "What?"
"Teach me how to swordfight."
"You've had some basic lessons right?" He looked puzzled. "I thought for sure Lord Artemis gave you lessons and Lady Minako for that matter."
"Yes, but it's been awhile."
He hesitated, running a hand through his dark hair and then visibly swallowed. His voice was almost shaky when he answered. "Okay."
She smiled brightly. "Great!"
"Let me get you a practice sword."
She walked out into the middle of the training field as he moved to the practice weapons. Mamoru took a moment finding the lightest weight practice sword before walking back over to her. He handed it to her, makeshift hilt first.
"Alright, what do you remember? Yes…that's right, feet shoulder-width apart and on your toes…good. And your guard? Yes."
Usagi grinned, pleased with herself for remembering everything so far, even if it was only the proper defensive stance. Mamoru continued to cast a critical eye on her, nodding his head.
"Now, let me see a basic vertical slice. Nothing fancy."
She did as he commanded, bringing the sword down in a sweeping arch.
"Not bad…except. Make it more forceful. This is a life or death situation. And when you do, make sure you hands… Ah wait. I'll just show you."
Her eyes widened as he suddenly stepped behind her. She could feel his presence acutely, and even more so as he wrapped his arms around to her own hands at the hilt of the sword, his body pressed against her back.
"Here. Position your hands just a little farther…there we go. Now, let's take it through the vertical slice. Slowly this time, and then we'll move into a horizontal slice.
Mamoru shifted with her, bringing the sword down and then across. Usagi had to take a step as his long arms forced her to carry it a bit farther than her reach. As they brought the sword back in, she stepped back quickly, and unfortunately for Mamoru, right onto his foot.
She gasped and turned, letting go of the practice sword, worried that she might have hurt him. He could only chuckle at her innocent concern. Her worry quickly changed into a scowl and he forced himself to stop.
"Princess, it's okay! I'm wearing boots! Besides, if I did let something as simple as getting my toes stepped on bother me, I wouldn't be an Asliro."
Her scowl remained, but it was lighthearted and there was a playful gleam in her eyes as she looked up at him. "Why you! I was honestly worried and you can only laugh!"
His mirth immediately subsided at the end of her words as they both realized they were standing rather intimately, his arms still enclosed around her. The moment intensified as they exchanged deep stares. Usagi vaguely thought that she had never felt as secure or safe as she did right then.
Then Mamoru spoke, his voice no more than a hoarse whisper. "Princess, I'm going to kiss you right now."
Usagi swallowed and made a barely discernable movement with her head. She could feel his body pressed closely against hers and her heart thudded in her chest. She thought her throat felt dry and that suddenly it was much too hot. But then his lips met hers and all thought went out the window.
"They look so right together…" The words were spoken softly and immediately lost into the air. The voice, held more than a hint of pained wonder and Rei hissed out a barely discernable curse.
She stood at the other end of the breezeway, bow and quiver on her back, the couple long unaware of her presence. She had come searching for Usagi after getting tired of waiting for her. She did not have to go far.
She had walked onto the edge of the training grounds just as Mamoru began showing Usagi the sword maneuvers. At first she had bristled at how close he dared come to the princess. Now as they were caught up in their kiss, a rage of emotions stormed inside of her. Bitterness, fury, rejection, anguish, uselessness, self-hate…
Rei leaned against a column, dark hair spilling down in front of her face as she bowed her head in pain. She wanted to leave, gods, she wanted to leave, knowing the couple was just behind her, but she was frozen. She did not bother to hide herself even as she heard footsteps approaching. Instead she stood there upon the curb of the breezeway, unable to find the will to move, only clenching her fists; nails digging into her palms deep enough to leave marks.
The footsteps stopped and Rei knew that the person was taking in everything that was going on in the training grounds. She felt eyes on her, and she found herself not caring what this person thought. Let them assume what they will, but just let them leave. The thought came furiously as she felt the eyes boring into her.
To her surprise, she felt the person hesitantly approach closer. Rei looked up, rage flashing across her face at the person who dared to bother her. The rage abruptly vanished as she realized it was Minako with a hand outstretched to grab her attention. Minako's eyes widened at the visible fury, and then softened after Rei's shoulders slumped and her head bowed, defeated.
With a soft voice, Minako took Rei's clenched fist in hand. "Come on Rei. Let's go see what Makoto and Ami are doing for lunch."
Without a sound, Minako led the dark-haired young woman away, giving the princess and the Asliro privacy. Rei was oblivious to the mirrored pain in Minako's eyes.
Ym'dea Eesp was the deep, aquamarine ocean that lapped at the shores of the peninsula kingdom of Revlis El'inmilnum. Long had the sea served the kingdom and its citizens, and before that, the myriad of city-states. Many a seafarer had prayed to Neptune in her distant shrine to soothe the ocean and give safe passage over treacherous waters.
The shrine, Triton, rose out of the ocean. Its walls were made of a white stone flecked with blue and green. The sea continuously crashed against it, ebbing out to reveal walls surprisingly free of algae or crustacean. It was a beautiful shrine. Its architecture curved and spiraled forming multiple towers seen above the sea, while others lay hidden still beneath the surface.
Triton did not float, nor was it what could be typically considered an island. It was carved into rock that extended deep into the ocean floor. It had but one opening at the surface of the sea, comparable to a cave, with wave like designs and the symbol of the Guardian of the Seas carved into the stone of the entrance. The sea spilling into Triton, immediately calmed, forming a deep saltwater pool in the central hall of the shrine.
Sitting on the last of the dry steps that surrounded and led down into the pool was a seemingly young woman. She was slender with ocean like hair and eyes. Her deep blue garments underlined her frame, clenching at the waist with a silver chain-linked belt and leaving her arms bare. The skirt was short, letting her stretch legs and bare feet out into the water. She wore a silver necklace that accentuated the neckline of her dress and with it, a matching bracelet on her left wrist.
The Guardian of the Seas dipped the first two fingers of her hand into the calm waters, slowly moving it in a tight circle. She kept up the motion, but raised her hand completely out of the pool. The water followed, swirling in a small cylindrical mass. She smiled slightly, and then let it go. The water made a slight splash as it rejoined the pool; it was a nice distraction to her otherwise troubled thoughts.
Something was wrong in the kingdom and it worried her. After years of peace and years of loneliness, something was deeply wrong.
It was a bitter task that was set before her. Left alone to guard the very kingdom that betrayed her, she took care of its people as best as she could. If nothing else, she did it in memory of the first Queen Serenity. It was for what her queen, her friend, worked for that she did what she could as Guardian of the Seas. She would not see her queen's kingdom suffer after all that she did to ensure peace. And now the sea surged continuously, trying to warn her of the darkness. Chaos and violence lurked in her dreams when asleep and in the back of her mind when she was awake. And the winds...
Michiru looked up sharply as she felt a pulse that could only be the Deep Aqua Mirror. She rose to her feet quickly, water dripping down her legs. Stepping out of the pool, she gave but a small blink of concentration and the excess salt water formed a small puddle at her feet leaving her completely dry.
Her footfalls were padded softly as she walked over the layered thick carpet to the other end of the entrance hall where she had left her Deep Aqua Mirror. It lay on the ledge of a scrying pool that had been long present before even she came to Triton. Now, the scrying pool used by the ancients drew its power from her, channeling her Mirror. Yet she favored her Mirror more, it was more than just a scrying tool. The Deep Aqua Mirror was an extension of herself and more powerful. It was also a reminder, albeit sometimes painful, of many things. But it had not mattered for the past few lunar cycles for both the Mirror and the scrying pool remained blank and unyielding.
Until now…
She held the Mirror tightly in both hands. Michiru was both anxious and uneasy. The Mirror had never reacted like this before and after such a long period of silence too…
She peered into the glass and in her mind's eye she saw the vision the Deep Aqua Mirror had to give.
A large ship, launching off from the mainland. The same ship, anchored, she immediately understood, not far away. A rowboat. A flash of blonde and green and a sudden breeze. Oh gods…Haruka...? A tall, domineering man. His eyes. Dark pools that settled on her through the mirror. A smirk.
She was thrown out of the vision, the Mirror falling from her grasp to hit the floor. She stumbled, disoriented from being thrust out.
Michiru recovered quickly; she had years of lonely practice in grace. She reached down to pick up the Deep Aqua Mirror, already knowing that looking for anymore answers would be futile. Nevertheless, she peered back into the glass. As suspected, it remained blank and unresponsive to her call yet again. Quickly coming to a decision, she tucked the Mirror into her belt.
She raised her arms in front of her. Her left arm bent at the elbow and her right arm moving in slow precise motions, fingers placed just so. Her eyes closed, she drew on her shrine and she felt the waters stir around Triton. With just a bare ripple, her sense erupted outward and everything in Ym'dea Eesp was within her grasp. Michiru was quick to find the ship, and from there, the rowboat and its path. It was heading straight toward her, and closing in faster than she expected.
Her unease grew, as well as her curiosity. The man in the vision had to be in the rowboat. He obviously manipulated her sense of the Deep Aqua Mirror. And as for the other notion…that whisper of winds, of Haruka…she dared not to think the impossible.
She hesitated and took a seat on the ledge of the scrying pool in deep contemplation. Debating her choice of actions, she found her thoughts turning to that smirk and felt a flush of cold anger. Part of her wanted to send waves crashing down on the rowboat. Nothing could withstand the fury of her sea once it entered the waters. Not even this hulking man who mocked her with his playing of the Mirror and her vision.
It only made sense, with that smirk and those dark eyes. He was the one behind her blocked visions and blank Deep Aqua Mirror. Her own sea-blue eyes narrowed in anger. What game was he playing? She was Neptune, Guardian of the Seas, and a deity to the people of Revlis El'inmilnum. Michiru was not one for rash actions, but after all the sacrifices she was forced to make for the citizens of the kingdom. After their betrayal…She would not accept this - his playing with her emotions and her abilities regardless of who he might be.
Fine then, let this man feel her cold fury.
She raised her arms, straight into the air this time. She felt the sea rage with her, building up power. She stopped suddenly, on the brink of letting it go. Her eyes widened at the sudden breeze that swept into the entrance hall of Triton
It could not be real.
But it wasn't a figment of her imagination. The anger rushed out of her in a swoop. She felt the wind as it gently caressed her cheek, as it played with her hair, barely believing it as it brought forth and unconscious and beautiful smile. There was only one such person who that could be, but that was...
Michiru could feel her heart beat almost painfully. Her voice was just a whisper of astonishment. "…Impossible…"
She responded the only way she knew she could to such a sign and let her arms drop and the power go. Ym'dea Eesp abated and calmed immediately at her command. Even if it was truthfully but an infinitely small chance that Haruka was aboard that rowboat, she would not take the risk. Yet she could not just sit by idly and wait while the man that inspired such uneasiness in her came to her shrine. It was entirely possible this was some scheme of this dark man who knew too much. She would not take the chance though.
Michiru came to a decision. She was done hesitating. She walked quickly up the left side of the main stairs that framed the scrying pool. Ignoring the long hallways and open rooms of the second floor, she went straight ahead off the stairs into a large open room. Passing through one of the numerous arches, she walked to the back of the room. There, mounted on the back wall, were two long and bladed weapons.
One was a trident, but this was not a simple fisherman's tool. Its outside prongs were bladed, allowing it be used a slicing weapon. The center prong was longer and the metal was twisted gracefully, until it came to a gleaming point. The shaft was made of a silver metal, etched with blue wave designs down its length.
The other weapon was a naginata. Its single blade curved into a deadly edge, her symbol etched into its surface. The shaft was made of an aged wood and ringed with metal. Considering for a moment, she chose the heavier trident. Better to meet whoever might be on the rowboat with a weapon that invoked her element, position, and legends.
She retraced her steps, trident in hand, and returned to the entrance hall. Once there, with a brief flare of power, she channeled a current underneath the rowboat, unwilling to wait.
It was but a moment later when the rowboat glided into the pool. Michiru took no heed of the rowers with their oars skimming above the water, useless in face of the current. Nor did she pay attention to the man lounging in the stern even as his dark eyes settled upon her.
All her attention was on the figure that rose to her feet in the front of the rowboat as it entered the shrine. A tall blonde with fierce eyes and familiar sword that leaned forward in the utmost anticipation. Then their eyes met, sea-blue reuniting with bright green and the wind was finally able reintroduced itself to the sea.
Michiru felt the trident slip from her grasp, unable to truly believe the impossible. Disbelief etched onto a normally impassive face in the revelation that her love was actually here. She stumbled forward scarcely aware of entering the saltwater pool. Haruka, unable to wait any longer, let out a strangled cry and dove into the water. She was halfway to the steps before the trident even hit the ground.
They met, somewhere in the middle with the water about waist high, in a fierce embrace. They clung to each other desperately, being physically close for the first in forever. Haruka felt the strain on her tunic as Michiru gripped the fabric tightly, but she was too busy holding her as close as possible to mind.
She buried her face into the wavy hair like she used to do so long ago and felt a hiss of breath against her neck. Haruka then realized Michiru was repeatedly murmuring her name in fierce emotion. "Michiru…" She managed to choke out in return. "…Michiru..." Half-sobbing, half laughing the second time she uttered her name. She noted her vision going blurry. She blinked and realized that for the first since they had been separated, she was crying out of happiness. After so long, it still felt unreal.
Neither was aware of the rowboat finally docking at the steps, nor of the splash as one person exited the craft and subsequently waded out of the pool. Instead, Michiru leaned back a little to look up at Haruka's face. Sea-blue eyes shined in wonderment and unadulterated elation.
Michiru reached up a hand, touching Haruka's cheek with her fingertips and then cupping it with her palm. "You're here. You're real. You're Haruka." Michiru whispered.
Haruka's hand went to Michiru's, catching it and holding it tightly.
"Touching." A voice drawled, interrupting and ruining the moment.
Michiru turned her head and apprised the man that dared to interrupt their reunion. She noted his regal bearing, fine clothes, and the now familiar unsettling smirk. Her eyes connected with the dark pools that were shown in the Deep Aqua Mirror. She was vaguely aware of Haruka shifting, placing herself defensively between her and the man.
"Guardian of the Seas, deity Neptune. You are as beautiful as the stories make you out to be. I am Ochas, Emperor-King of Areth." He offered no bow. Instead, he gestured to the floor underneath his feet. "How about we talk on solid ground?"
Haruka scowled in response, but Michiru laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. It was a familiar action, even if it had been forever.
"This is my home, Ochas." Michiru said benignly. "I make the house rules." She still walked forward, leaving Haruka behind in momentary surprise. The Guardian of Heavens was quick to recover, understanding Michiru's words as a reminder to both of them that this was her domain.
Haruka waded rapidly through the pool to catch up and step out the same time as Michiru did. She was suddenly conscious of her clothes, heavy with water as they hung off of her frame. Michiru fared no better and Ochas's lower half was also soaked through.
A flick of Michiru's hand, and each was returned completely dry. Another flick and the water all returned into the pool. With a certain grace, she bent down to pick up the fallen trident. Haruka's eyes were warm on her, while Ochas emitted a stare that did not fail in making her feel uncomfortable, though Michiru was careful not to show it.
"That's a fancy new toy, Michiru." Haruka remarked with half a smile, noting the fine weapon.
Michiru shook her head and answered softly. "Not so new Haruka."
"And that is the problem." Ochas interrupted. He smiled, but it failed to reach his eyes. "It's also something I can fix."
"Is that how you're here?" Michiru asked, turning toward Haruka. The blonde nodded her head in response and took one of Michiru's hands in hers, gripping it tightly.
"Neptune, Uranus has agreed to serve me in exchange for her freedom." Ochas said calmly and still smiling emptily. "I ask the same from you. I bring change and revolution to a kingdom that has ignored the needs of its guardians after locking them away. How easy it is, to wish for safe passage on the seas. How easy it is, to ask for the winds to usher in rain. These people have taken advantage of you and the royal family has long forgotten you. Serve me Neptune and take your place beside the one you love."
Michiru's eyes went to Haruka's, looking for answers and reassurance. A long moment of silence passed. The rowers in the boat kept to themselves, unable to find the courage to speak and intrude upon the atmosphere of Triton. Ochas waited, dark eyes observing the two guardians as they stood close together.
His voice echoed in the entrance hall when he spoke again. "What do you owe to Revlis El'inmilnum? A kingdom that betrayed you."
"Michiru," Haruka said, pitching her voice too low for Ochas to hear. "You don't have to do this. I could stay here with you."
"I would not bind you and have you give up the freedom you need to thrive Haruka. Not after obtaining it after so long." Michiru murmured.
"It's a magical contract. It's a different binding then what we have…I had…but it still is an obligation to serve him."
"If I chose not to do this then, I would have to wait for you to return, wait for him to let you come visit me."
"Michiru, I don't want you to do this!" Haruka's voice was a fierce whisper. "There's something wrong with this magical contract! With him! I've done things, this past lunar cycle…horrible things I never thought I could do, but now I've only been glad to carry them out. Please don't do this."
"Haruka," Michiru said softly, "I can't be separated from you again. Not after we've been given this chance. I would still follow you to hell and back."
They exchanged an intense stare that transformed into small pained smiles before turning their attention back to the expectant Ochas.
"I am not doing this out of revenge. Nor am I doing this in bitterness or anger. Though I do not hesitate to say I yearn for the first and feel strongly in the other two." Michiru said. Keeping her hand locked in Haruka's grip, she looked toward the open entrance of Triton, into the vast expanse of Ym'dea Eesp that waited outside the walls of her shrine. "I did what I could in honor of my queen. But she has long been dead and her descendants are strangers to me. I do this for Haruka, and selfishly for myself."
She turned gracefully toward Ochas, and saw that he watched her, studied her with those unsettling dark eyes.
"I do not ask for an explanation, Neptune. Only for your agreement."
Michiru could tell his voice was meant to be soothing, but she could only shudder under his stare and at his tone. She hesitated one moment longer, meeting Haruka's uncertain gaze, before answering.
"Give me my freedom from this place and I will serve you."
He smiled widely "We have an understanding then."
Haruka stepped up behind Michiru, laying a hand on her shoulder as they both watched the obsidian energy coil around the fingers of Ochas's right hand before curling up and around, gradually covering his entire hand and wrist. He held it out to Michiru, waiting for her to take it. Without any more hesitation, she did.
The obsidian power twisted up her arm immediately and soon she was submerged in the dark energy. Then the magic binding her to Triton was smothered, a faint relief of pressure she never really noticed anymore. This only lasted the span of a heartbeat before the dark power converged in upon her with a painful constriction that sent her gasping. She wanted to collapse underneath the pain and sharp reintroduction to magical binding, but strong, warm arms supported her, juxtaposing to the shadowy power she just felt.
Haruka held Michiru steady, smoothing back some of the wavy hair that fell into her face. Her eyes settled on Ochas, recovering from issuing the magical contract. If only she could strike him down now, while he was recovering. He brought her to Michiru, like he promised, but after everything, she was still far from trusting him. But the most she could manage was a twitch of her hand over the hilt of her sword and a brief swirl of wind around her fingertips when her thoughts were adding up to harm him.
Ochas recovered about the same time as Michiru, standing up straight and casting a critical eye on the pair of them. Haruka glowered back at him as Michiru let out a deep breath before moving out of the embrace. They caught each other's glance, both instinctively realizing they were thinking the same thing.
To hell and back indeed.
Fin Chapter
A/N: I think everything is pretty clear so far, but if you have any questions or need anything clarified let me know
So why a naginata for Michiru? Because naginatas are sexy and the screw the symbolism tied in with a trident. A naginata also kind of fits Michiru because it was weapon used by a lot of samurai's wives in order to defend themselves. It was essentially seen as a weapon for a proper lady.
The horses' names…Zephyr is obvious and doesn't really need an explanation. Suijin is the Shinto god of water in Japan. It's normally a masculine name but I used it for my own purposes as a feminine name.
FYI, in case you didn't know, Ten'ousei is the Japanese name for Uranus.
Anagram Corner!
This chapter's anagrams are:
-Ym'dea Eesp
-Hawkai
Ym'dea Eesp ties in with Suwdin G'nrih and that is as much of a hint as I'm going to give you for that one. As for Hawkai…that shouldn't be too hard, just think of what it is in reference too.
Last chapter's anagram (Asliro) was sailor, which I imagine most of you got.
Pronunciation Guide:
Revlis El'inmilnum: rev-liss el-in-mil-num
Talrysc Kotyo: tal-risk co-tee-oh
Ochas: oh-chas or oh-kass
Areth: A-reth
Suwdin G'nrih: tsu-din gee-rih
Onom: oh-numm
Ym'dea Eesp: eem-dee-ah esp
Asliro: as-lee-ro
Hawkai: hall-kai
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