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9/12: Prompt: Cherry Blossom. Zoisite reflects on how his energy manifests as Cherry blossoms and how the many symbolism for cherry blossoms affects him.

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Dreams of Cherry Blossoms

"Lord Kunzite," Zoisite stood at attention as he entered the library at D-point. "I seek your counsel?"

"About?" Kunzite asked, not looking up from the book he was engrossed in.

"My magic," Zoisite explained. "Every time I use it, it takes the form of these petals. Frankly, it's strange. Why does my magic take such an odd shape whenever I use it?"

"Our magic is tied to our emotions and our memories," Kunzite reflected, putting down his book and giving Zoisite his full attention. "My boomerangs were my favorite weapon when I grew up. I was taught how to use them for both entertainment and for hunting food."

"So my magic forming into cherry blossoms must be connected to a period in my life?" Zoisite asked.

"Precisely," Kunzite nodded. "Does anything come to mind?"

Zoisite paused and tried to think back to his past. He tried to focus on cherry blossoms and the time he had encountered them in his life. Just as he felt something his head started to hurt more. It continued to throb until he felt a full headache overtake him.

"It's no good," Zoisite groaned, rubbing his temples. "I can't seem to recall and my head is throbbing. It's vexing."

"Don't force it. Instead, try and medicate on," Kunzite instructed, placing a hand on Zoisite's shoulder. "Perhaps discovering the origin will result in you obtaining a deeper connection to your magic."

"Yes lord Kunzite," Zoisite agreed. "I will make it my top priority."

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Zoisite retired to his room and began to meditate. As he attempted to achieve enlightenment, he found a scene playing out in front of him. He saw himself as a young boy, wandering the woods on his horse. He watched as his young self pulled the course to a stop and began to scan the area. There was something unnatural flying through the air. It was music. Someone was playing music closeby.

Turning his horse in the direction of the music, he trotted slowly, making sure he didn't lose track of the notes as they were played. After a few moments he came across the source of the mysterious noise. A small figure, wrapped in a cloak, was sitting at the base of a sakura tree, plucking away at a harp.

"Who are you?" Both the younger and older versions of Zoisite asked as they stared at the small figure playing the harp. They saw the cloaked individual flinch and recoil in fear at his presence.

"I mean you no harm," The younger Zoisite insisted as he got off his horse and held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I only wished to know who was playing that enchanting music."

"You…enjoyed my playing?" The small figure asked as held her harp close. Hesitating, they reached up, pulled back their hood, and revealed the face of a young girl. A young girl with blue hair, intoxicating blue eyes the color of the ocean, and a symbol of her heredity on her forehead.

"A..Mercurian," The younger Zoisite gasped, recognizing the symbol on the girl's forehead. Upon saying it, the girl recoiled again in fear. "No…I mean you no harm. Please…let me hear you play more."

The small Mercurian girl looked over her shoulder as if contemplating for a moment whether she should run away or not. Turning back towards Zoisite, the small girl nodded. Taking a seat at the base of the sakura tree, the young girl again began to pluck at her harp. As the music began to fill the area, Zoisite walked closer until he could lean his back against the trunk of the tree. He slid down and sat a few feet away from the mysterious harp playing Mercurian. The older Zoisite watched as his younger self's eyes became heavy and he eventually fell asleep, thanks to the soothing melodies of the mysterious blue haired nymph.

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Zoisite awoke from his meditation. He looked around his room, reflecting on what he had just seen. His connection with cherry blossoms seemed to begin when he met the mystifying blue haired Mercurian girl.

Deciding it would help him connect better with his powers, Zoisite began his meditation session and as he fell deep into a vision of the past. Again he found himself by a cherry blossom tree, but this time he was much older than in the previous vision. His younger self was leaning against the tree, seeming to be waiting for someone.

"I got your message," A voice called from behind where the older Zoisite was standing. He turned to see a cloaked figure approaching his younger self from behind. His younger self did not jump to attention but instead wore a look of lamentation on his face as he continued to look up at the tree.

"Of all the places I thought I'd see you again…being one of the Princess' hand maidens was not one of them," the Younger Zoisite mused, letting all the air out of his lungs. "I wanted you to give you a warning, water nymph. That princess of yours will not bewitch the prince if I have anything to say about it.."

"The princess has not bewitched Endymion," The cloaked figure insisted, a hurt tone in her voice. "She has doesn't not even have the ability to perform such a task."

"Don't give me that," Zoisite snapped, turning from the tree to look at the cloaked individual. "You could have easily taught her your craft."

"What are you talking about?" The cloaked figure asked. "I have bewitched no one."

"Really?" Zoisite scuffed, shaking his head. "Then why have I dreamed about you every night since the last time we met?"

"You…," The cloaked figure hesitated before continuing. She pulled back the hood of her cloak to reveal her face. She had grown from an adorable little girl to a stunningly beautiful woman with eyes still holding the color of the ocean. "You dream about me?

"I…," Zoisite stopped as if he had a lump in his throat. He had admitted to having dreamed about the woman he had insisted was a nymph and whose harp playing tugged at his very soul. It did not put him at the best position given he was trying to keep this woman at an arm length's away.

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Zoisite awoke again from his medication, the discovery of new revelations weighing on his spirit.

"I seemed to have had some type of relationship with one of the handmaidens of the Moon Princess," Zoisite stated aloud, running his hands through his hair. "But which one? Why would I be so protective of this prince? And for that matter, why can I not remember any of this?"

Zoisite sat in silence, but no new memories came to him. It wasn't long before he decided to once again dive deep into his meditation.

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When the visions formed again, he again saw the cherry blossom tree. Again, he saw a younger version of himself and the cloaked figure was with him. Two elements were much different from before. First the woman had discarded her cloak on the ground nearby and she was in a very compromising situation.

"My water nymph," Zoisite groaned, his body tensed with desire for the woman straddling him. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"Do to you?" The woman asked, before passionately kissing Zoisite. As they kissed, her fingers ran through his hair and allowed her nails to dig into his scalp. It caused goosebumps to form all over his body. "I swear you were the one who placed a spell on me. You plague my thoughts knight."

"Then it's a mutual need," Zoisite groaned, his body reacting to every touch and bit of affection his water nymph showered on him. He threw his hand back, his eyes barely able to focus on the cherry blossoms of the tree they sat under.

The older Zoisite could only watch in disbelief as the younger version of himself and the mysterious woman confessed their love physically under the shade of the sakura tree."

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"Queen beryl," Zoisite began after walking into the throne room of the Dark Kingdom. "I require your assistance,"

"What is it, Zoisite?" Beryl asked, not looking up from her crystal ball.

"I seem to be plagued by visions of a woman," Zoisite explained, standing at attention. "The two of us sitting under a cherry tree together."

Beryl stopped staring into her crystal ball and gave Zoisite her full attention. "Go on."

"They are…very happy memories," Zoisite mused, a smile forming on his face. "In fact I think I loved this woman."

"I see," Beryl nodded, taping her chin with her long nails. "Was she a woman with short blue hair?"

"Yes, with eyes as blue as the ocean itself," Zoisite replied, nodding ecstatically. "I think she was a handmaiden of the Moon Princess but I'm not positive."

"I believe I can help you," Beryl acknowledged, beckoning for Zoisite to approach. "Come closer."

Zoisite did as instructed until he was within a few steps of the Queen.

"Kneel," Beryl instructed, pointing at the ground. She rose from her throne and placed her hands on each side of Zoisite's head. "I will help free you of the spell that witch has placed you under."

Zoisite's eyes went wide as Beryl filled his mind with dark magic. The evil energy caused his body to thrash about in pain and agony. Soon Beryl had suppressed the memories of the woman he met under the sakura tree.

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Three down, four to go. This one is my only flashback to the Silver Millenium. I think the flashbacks to this period in the Sailor Moon timeline are the stories I don't do enough. This is mainly because I come from an older set of fandom when there was an absolute onslaught of fics in this period. So, if I do set a story in the Silver Millenium it's usually more to explore a certain aspect of a character and how it carried over to their reborn lives.

That said, I may have a story in mind already set in the Silver Millennium which will launch during next year's rare pair week. (HINT,HINT)

Reviews are love and they keep me going.

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