Diamohns are Forever | By : SailorSol Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 22490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Queen Beryl observed the two warriors standing before her and smiled in satisfaction. These two could and would crush the Shitennou and make her High Queen of the Dark Kingdom.
Since their capture, Sailor Sol and Sailor Terra had been subjected to breaking, brainwashing, empowering, and then training. They barely recognized one another. There was no way that they would recognize the Shitennou, or their former comrades in arms, for that matter. As females, their power was far superior to Metalia’s generals, and they had been trained until they were killing machines. The throne was sure to be hers, and then Earth as well. Without these two, the Sailor Senshi would fall, and their world with them.
“Come, my generals,” Beryl said. “We go to win a throne.”
“Yes, Great Queen,” they answered in unison. Beryl led the teleportation to the arena in Metalia’s keep, noticing with a smile that the two were looking each other over, as if they were sizing one another up, each gauging the weaknesses of the other.
When they appeared in the arena, Beryl saw with satisfaction that the Shitennou were ready, and the tiers of seats were packed with human officers, youma, and Metalia’s junior generals. Queen Metalia sat in a special box with her son, Prince Galaxite. Beryl felt her blood boil with desire as she surveyed his perfect features, blue-black hair, and sapphire eyes. Soon, she would have him openly beside her, instead of sneaking into her keep at every opportunity.
“Get this over with, Beryl,” Metalia said. “I hope you have better than Takara on your side.”
“I have much better, Metalia,” Beryl responded. She created a box of her own, and levitated into it.
“Behold, my generals!” she swept her arm in a gesture of presentation, and was pleased when the Shitennou looked uniformly grim.
“Nephrite, Jadeite,” Kunzite barked out. “You two go first. Hit them as hard as you can.”
Nephrite stepped forward next to his fellow Tennou, sizing up the opposition. He remembered holding them both in his lap, reading to them, brushing their hair. He felt something perilously close to love for them. Now he had to fight them, and possibly kill them.
“No quarter,” Beryl ordered. “Kill them.”
The two women, as different as night and day, separated themselves by nearly twenty feet, sizing up their opponents. Neither gave any indication that they recognized their adversaries.
As if they had agreed on it, the blonde woman almost immediately started towards Nephrite, and he towards her at nearly the same time. They both created swords and rushed at one another.
An uneducated observer might think that Nephrite would win any physical confrontation, due to his larger bulk. His smaller opponent neatly danced away from his blade, and countered with a slash of her own that he barely deflected. She laughed at him tauntingly, and slashed at him again, forcing him off-balance to counter her.
While he was unsettled, she made a ball of dark crimson energy and threw it at him. The impact caught him off guard. It threw him across the arena and into the wall. He hit solidly and slid, limp, to the ground.
The darker woman had not wasted time with material weapons. She and Jadeite were engaged in a deadly duel of flying energy. Jadeite was showing the strain, even after only a few exchanges. Finally, one of her attacks penetrated his defenses, and he followed Nephrite across the arena and into the wall.
“Is this the best you can do?” Beryl taunted. “The mighty Shitennou, brought low by a pair of girls new to the Dark Kingdom? No wonder they couldn’t hold against the Sailor brats. The throne is as good as mine.”
“The contest is not over yet, Beryl,” Metalia said. “You should contemplate what your punishment will be when your generals fall.”
“They will not fall,” Beryl said confidently. “Kunzite and Zoisite are powerless against them.”
“I am never powerless,” Kunzite growled. He nodded to Zoisite and the two of them stepped forward to confront their opponents.
The two women looked at one another, shifting uneasily on their feet. They both backed up as the remaining Tennou approached, and held a quick, whispered conference.
~*~*~*~
In her box, Beryl looked at Takara menacingly.
“They had better not fail,” she warned him.
“It is inevitable that they will hesitate before these two,” Takara said. “Do not worry. They know the penalty for failure. Kunzite and Zoisite are going to lose.”
“They had better,” Beryl replied. “You stand to lose as much as I do.”
“More,” Takara replied. “I have no wish to give up my concubine.”
“I imagine not,” Beryl said. “It is a pity that you did not exercise the same foresight with your sons as you did with them.” Her eyes were fixed on a young man who had jumped down into the arena, and was attempting to revive Jadeite.
“Quartzite should have been mine,” she said. “Galaxite soon will be.” She returned her attention to the drama unfolding below.
~*~*~*~
“Kunzitosama, I can’t do this!” Zoisite was frantic, although he showed very little of his troubled thoughts.
“Perhaps we should switch opponents,” Kunzite replied. “You take Hoshi, and I will take Akari. We can show mercy, once they are incapacitated.”
“She’s a much better fighter than I am,” Zoisite said, his green eyes assessing the blonde woman. “I can’t just fight her, like Nephrite tried to.”
“That was Nephrite’s downfall,” Kunzite reminded him. “Keep in mind that this contest will probably come to an end if either of us is harmed.”
~*~*~*~
“What do you think?” Soladite asked her sister.
“I think I’ll take Kunzite,” Tanzanite replied. “You take Zoisite. We will have to make this count, you know. I know you could never harm Kunzite-sama.”
“Any more than you could harm Zoisite,” Soladite countered. “I wonder if they even know us.”
“They know us,” Tanzanite said. “I hope this works.”
“If it doesn’t,” Soladite told her. “We won’t need to worry about it.”
The two separated again. This time, instead of a sword, Soladite conjured a boomerang of the same dark crimson energies that had laid Nephrite low. Zoisite’s eyes narrowed as he contemplated it, but his expression did not change. Not even a frown marred his beauty.
“I’ll give you this one chance to surrender,” Zoisite said. “You know you cannot win.”
“Nephrite didn’t expect defeat,” Soladite reminded Zoisite. “Just because you are confident of victory, does not mean you will triumph.”
“It also does not mean I will lose,” Zoisite countered. He began with a flurry of flower petals, mixed with ice shards. Soladite couldn’t stop all of them, but she quickly threw her attack and conjured a shield that protected her.
Zoisite was not so fortunate. The only reason that the boomerang did not hit him was because one of Kunzite’s purple boomerangs intercepted it. Both disappeared in an explosion of sparks.
Tanzanite took her opportunity to attack Kunzite. Zoisite spoiled her aim by blinding her with a flurry of sakura blossoms. Her attack slagged a section of the arena wall, but left Kunzite untouched.
When the dust cleared, all four were still standing, apparently unscathed.
“You know the price of failure,” Takara’s amplified voice filled the arena. “Kill them.”
Even though a voice inside her head demanded that she follow his orders, Soladite knew that this was the time to rebel. This man had abused her since she was a child, abused he sister, tried to murder one of her brothers, gloated over the supposed deaths of people she loved, kidnapped her from Earth for his own purposes, and was now seeking to make her destroy the only other people she had left. He had fooled her with youma that mimicked the Shitennou. She was not going to do this.
“The time has come,” she told Tanzanite. “I will not be Takara’s trump, or continue to be his whore. I will not kill your aisuru, or mine.”
Her head hurt enough to nearly blind her, but she determinedly manifested a magnificent sword, worthy of a General or a Queen. She drew the blackened steel blade from the dark crimson sheath and walked towards Zoisite with it in her hand.
Zoisite was confused by her words, but he was convinced she would never harm him. He stood his ground. He glanced nervously at Kunzite, but kept his attention mostly on the woman approaching him.
Just before Soladite reached Zoisite, Tanzanite realized what she meant to do. She screamed and leapt at her sister, intent on stopping her. Kunzite caught Tanzanite and watched as Soladite stopped next to Zoisite, put a hand on his shoulder, and then kissed his cheek softly and whispered something to him.
Zoisite looked towards Kunzite, his emerald eyes wide with surprise. His hand rose to his cheek where Soladite had kissed it. When his eyes met Tanzanite’s, he suddenly divined Soladite’s purpose.
“Queen Metalia,” Soladite said, ignoring the pounding in her head and the screaming voice in the back of her brain. “My sister and I were transported here by Takara to be used against you and the Shitennou. We were raped, tortured, deceived, empowered, and trained to kill the Shitennou, and thereby make Beryl ruler of the Dark Kingdom. Somehow, Takara has made it nearly impossible for us to defy their orders. However, he has forgotten the history of our people, and he has forgotten who and what I was and still am. I still have a choice.”
Now, Kunzite understood what Soladite was about to do. He thrust Tanzanite at Zoisite and teleported to where Soladite was raising the point of the sword to her own chest. Zoisite wrapped his arms around Tanzanite to prevent her from getting to her sister.
Just as Soladite began pushing the sword into her own body, Kunzite’s hands closed on the blade and pulled the point towards himself. The thrust behind her hands pushed the first inch of the blade into his abdomen and cut his hands. He grunted in pain, and watched as her golden eyes widened in shock and horror.
“Kunzitosama, no!” her voice was a scream, carrying the full weight of her anguish at having harmed him, even inadvertently.
“No, Hoshi,” he said decisively, removing her hands from the sword and holding them firmly. “There is another choice. Don’t let him separate us again.”
“Finish him!” Takara thundered. Soladite looked at Kunzite, and at his blood on the blade she had made and on their joined hands, and then she turned her head to look at Takara.
“Never.”
Her voice was quiet, but it carried through the amphitheater. Soladite turned back to Kunzite, pulled the blade out of his body, and then thrust it into the sand of the arena. As soon as she released the handle, she dropped to her knees, holding her head, keening in pain.
He knelt and gathered her into the shelter of his arms, ignoring the blood running down his front.
“Great Queen,” he called, looking towards Metalia. “Do something!”
“I shall,” Metalia said. “Beryl, you will wait for me in the Throne Room. Take Takara with you. Hematite, see to Kunzite’s injury and then remove him and the other three from the arena.”
“Yes, Mother,” Hematite was a handsome young man with a silver queue and two black locks framing his face. He gathered Nephrite and Jadeite with a wave of his hands, and waited while Kunzite put Soladite down and stepped away from her. She curled into a ball, whimpering in pain and holding her head.
Zoisite released Tanzanite, who ran to her sister and wrapped her arms around her. Hematite beckoned, and all five men disappeared in a muted flash.
Tanzanite looked up at where Metalia sat with her son beside her.
“What is our fate, Great Queen?” she asked. Her own future was uncertain, but she had to be certain that her sister would be taken care of and held blameless.
“Would you swear fealty to me?” Metalia asked calmly. Tanzanite looked down at her whining sister, then raised her eyes and nodded. Under her hands, she felt a nod of assent.
“I will,” she said. “As will my sister.”
“Do not move,” Metalia said. She conjured a ball of black energy, and then threw it at the two sisters. They screamed in unison as the possessing spirits that Beryl had placed in their minds were evicted.
“Your oath,” Metalia prompted when Tanzanite could see clearly again. Soladite moved in her arms to rise, and the two sisters supported one another as they shakily climbed to their feet. In unison, the two gave their oath of fealty as if they had rehearsed it.
“I swear to obey your commands, to the best of my understanding, and to the limits of my ability.” They knew that they were betraying everything that they had stood for as Sailor Senshi, but they had no idea how long they had been in the Dark Kingdom. For all they knew, those they loved were dead and gone. They had to keep what they had. Kunzite and Zoisite were here, and alive despite Takara’s machinations.
“Then come with me to my throne room,” Metalia said. She rose from her seat and disappeared without so much as a glimmer. The man sat next to her nodded to both sisters, and then disappeared himself, in a puff of smoke.
“Show off,” Soladite grumbled. She nodded to Tanzanite, and the two of them united powers to find the energies of their new monarch, and to join her there.
~*~*~*~
Metalia’s throne room was nothing like what they were accustomed to.
Beryl’s throne room looked like it had been hand-hewn from solid rock. The only thing truly finished looking was her throne and the floor. Both were finished and smooth.
By contrast, Metalia’s throne sat on a nine step dais of black stone. The throne itself was of a black stone with multitudes of glittering points in it, like black goldstone. The ceiling was supported by massive fluted columns of the same stone. All of the rock was polished to a mirror-like sheen. Intricate carvings of the floor kept it from being slippery.
When the sisters appeared, Metalia and her court were waiting for them. All four of the Shitennou were standing together, with two younger men keeping an eye on them. On either side of her dais were two crystalline pods that both women remembered from Beryl’s keep.
“You will serve me better when you are fully powered,” Metalia said. “You are at little more than half your potential at the moment.”
“We were told we were at maximum, My Queen,” Soladite spoke first, echoing her sister’s thought.
“Maximum power that Beryl may grant,” Metalia said. “I will empower you to your maximum. Perhaps one day, the Shitennou will be the Rokotennou.”
“Perhaps,” Tanzanite said cautiously. “What is your will, My Queen?”
“Enter the chambers,” Metalia ordered. “When you wake, you will be trained to the limits of your new power. After that, we shall see what you are capable of.”
“Hai, My Queen,” the two responded in unison. They both brought their right hands up to their left shoulders in respect and bowed to her. Soladite glanced at Kunzite, standing nearby, but she did not say anything.
“My Queen,” Zoisite’s voice broke the silence as the women moved towards the pods. “May I be there when Tanzanite wakes?”
“If she wishes it,” Metalia said, turning towards the topic of conversation.
“Yes, Great Queen,” Tanzanite said. “I would wish it.”
“Then he may be there when you wake,” Metalia said. She was relaxed in her throne, and smiled benevolently at both former Senshi.
“My Queen,” Kunzite said. “I would make the same request, as regards to Soladite.”
Metalia turned towards Soladite, and smiled at the pleading look on the woman’s face.
“Of course,” she said. “But for one day only. Soladite and Tanzanite have much to learn. After that one day, you will not be allowed to interact with them until their training is finished.”
All four of them bowed to her, and Zoisite walked over to Tanzanite and accompanied her the rest of the way to the pod.
“It won’t hurt,” he assured her. “You’ll sleep the whole time. When you wake up, I will be there.”
TBC
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