My first attmept at a kinda-sorta series. I still don't own sailor moon. *sigh*
Mercy-1. Compassionate treatment, especially of those under one's power; clemency. 2. A disposition to be kind and forgiving: a heart full of mercy. 3. Something for which to be thankful; a blessing: It was a mercy that no one was hurt.4. Alleviation of distress; relief: Taking in the refugees was an act of mercy.
He stared up at the young girl who looked so much like her.
But it was not her; he would never see her again.
But this girl had the same innocence that she had had. But this girl was not her. Would never be her. (If only he could remember her name..)
This girl who looked at him with such adoration could never fill the hole in his heart.
As he lay dying in the girl-who-was-not-her's arms, he gazed at her face. Tears dripped from her eyes and fell onto his cold face.
Her eyes were green. Not the same bright, shining green as hers, but they brought back memories.
Memories of dancing feet and delighted laughter. Memories of something he had lost to the dark so long ago.
He had lost love.
If only he could have remembered her name...maybe found her again...apologized...
A soft voice whispered to him. He must be delusional in his last moments of life. The womans voice was gentle, but firm.
"Jupiter. Her name was Jupiter."
His heart lept. Jupiter! A name to go with the face, the eyes, the dancing feet, and the laughter. Jupiter...He savored the name. It was beutiful, just like her.
But the voice had said 'was'. Was she not still a princess? Still alive? Cold dread filled him.
"Peace, Nephrite. She now is known as Kino Makoto, and remembers nothing. This is my mercy for you."
The voice faded away. He could feel life slipping away from his weary body as he lay there.
Jupiter...Makoto...He had a name for the face. He could finally rest.
His last breath slid away into the night, lost forever in the darkness. But a smile rested on his cold lips.