Second Thoughts | By : SailorSol Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 1680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything you recognize. I just play with them.
A/N: This is a precursor for a story I will be posting soon. I would appreciate any and all input, even flames. I can use them to cook with.
“. . . and thus it will go on, so long as
children are gay and innocent and heartless.”
Gloved
hands gently shut Peter Pan and the
large silver-haired man set it aside. In his lap, trustingly leaning against him
was a five-year old girl with red-touched golden curls and wide gold eyes. She
sighed, both in pleasure and in discontent. She loved the time she spent with
him, and was sorry that the book, and probably the visit, had come to an end.
“Kunzitosama,”
she said, turning her head so that warm gold eyes met ice blue. “Can we go to
Neverland?”
“Why do
you wish to go there?” he asked, an unfamiliar emotion twisting in his heart. The
thought that she would want to spend time with someone else caused him pain.
“Do you
want to play with the Lost Boys?” he asked sharply.
“No,
Kuzitosama,” she replied earnestly, hurt he would even think such a thing. “I
just want to see mermaids, and a real pirate ship, and Tinkerbell. I don’t want
to go if it makes you upset.”
“Hoshiko-chan,”
he said, lifting her in his arms until they were almost nose to nose. “I am not
upset. I just don’t want to share you with them.”
“Never,
Kunzitosama,” she promised fervently. “I don’t want anybody but you. I promised
Zoisato I would share after I married you.”
“Very
well, then,” Kunzite, head general of the Dark Kingdom, stood with the child in
his arms and reached into the book and apparently pulled out a small glowing
shape with wings.
“You
will need some pixie dust,” he reminded her. “You will also need a happy thought.”
“You!”
Hoshiko cried, smiling at him like the sun rising in the morning.
“Then we
will see if it works,” Kunzite said, his heart twisting with another emotion,
but this one he recognized. Until now, though, it had only surfaced when he was
with is love, Zoisite.
Playing
along with the child, he waved the ‘pixie’ to sprinkle the dust on her and
caused her to rise in the air. He then ‘replaced’ the ‘pixie’, took Hoshiko’s
hand and led her to the window.
“Which
way, Hoshiko-chan?” he asked softly. He looked down at her trusting face, and
knew that he would do anything necessary to protect her, even without the
orders of Queen Metallia.
“Second
star to the right,” she replied, pointing out a particular star. “Straight on
‘til morning.”
“Then
let us go,” he said, stepping off of the windowsill to hover in midair, fifteen
feet above the ground.
Hoshiko
never hesitated. She kicked off of the windowsill, trusting that the pixie dust
and her happy thought would keep her aloft. She came to a stop up against
Kunzite and threw her arms around him with a laugh of joy. He smiled in genuine
pleasure and began rising in the air, wrapping his warm arms and cape around
the child who clung to him so tightly.
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It was
nearly midnight when Kunzite returned with Hoshiko tucked securely in his
arms. He helped her change for bed, and then sat brushing her hair as she
chattered about what they had seen. When she became sleepy, he put her into bed
and produced a thornless rose for her, which she clutched in her hands as she
fell asleep.
“Aishiteru,
Kunzitosama,” she murmured as he bent to kiss her forehead.
“Aishiteru,
Hoshiko-chan,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead just above her
eyebrows, relishing the tingle of latent power as he did so.
When he
stepped away, he sensed the approach of another.
Zoisite moved
up beside his lover and snuggled under his arm.
“You
were out late,” he said. It was not an accusation or a question, but simply a
statement of fact.
“We
finished the book,” Kunzite replied softly, burying his face in Zoisite’s hair.
“Hoshiko wanted to see Neverland.”
“Akari
already wants to see Wonderland,” Zoisite said.
“Then
take her there,” Kunzite murmured, his arm tightening around the smaller man.
“You know our orders. We are to give them anything and everything they want
unless it is against local laws or potentially harmful. The only request we
cannot grant is to take them with us.”
“It is a
mistake,” Zoisite’s emerald eyes flashed with anger.
“It is
not our choice to make.”
“Kunzitosama,
are you having doubts?”
“Of
course I’m having doubts!” Kunzite exploded, his eyes glowing. He froze as the
child in the bed tossed a bit before settling down again.
“I care
too deeply for her not to have doubts, Zoisite-kun,” he said, lowering his
voice with effort. “There is no way that either of the girls will survive in
the Dark Kingdom. There is no sun there, and no true
earth. Hoshiko and Akari would both wither and die, no matter how much power
Queen Metallia gifted them with.”
“Yes,”
Zoisite agreed. He turned his head towards the adjoining bedroom when he heard
a sound of distress.
“You
woke her,” he said softly, and then moved away to quiet and soothe the other
girl.
Kunzite
listened to the quiet conversation, smiling when he heard Zoisite promise to
take Akari down the rabbit hole into Wonderland as soon as they had finished
with the book.
Knowing
he was tempting fate, Kunzite approached Hoshiko again, and then manifested a
perfect pink rose with no thorns. He laid it gently on her pillow so that she
could smell it, and was caught off guard when her golden eyes opened.
“Are you
leaving now, Kunzitosama?” she asked sleepily.
“Yes,
Hoshiko-chan,” Kunzite answered. “It is time for me to go back to my Queen.”
“Will you
ask when we can come to stay with you?” she asked, unaware of Kunzite’s
reservations.
“I
promise to remind her,” he said. “Go back to sleep, beloved.”
“Good
night, Kunzitosama,” she whispered as he bent to kiss her forehead again. This
time, he exerted a bit of power of his own, and was rewarded with a visible
flare when he stepped away.
“Good
night, Sailor Sol,” he whispered, then teleported away.
In the
quiet bedroom, the only illumination came from a shining symbol on the forehead
of the girl sleeping quietly. It was in the shape of a circle with a dot in the
center.
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