Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Dementia Concerto ❯ Face to Face ( Chapter 4 )

Dementia Concerto

A Sailormoon Fanfic by Q.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailormoon. Quite honestly, I don't want to own Sailormoon. I do however, own Grey Haze, and Princess Erycandrea/Sailor Cassiopeia. Please don't use them without my permission. To learn more about Haze, please go to http://www.geocities.com/asylumrpg . You could also go to my Mediaminer gallery. http://www.mediaminer.org/user_info.php?id=3601 Or email me at Q_slash@hotmail.com

This work of fan fiction was inspired by the songs that just happened to be playing while writing or editing the work. For An interesting effect, listen to the songs, while reading the story, though it is not required. The lyrics may not be fully accurate. Meh. Part IV

Face to Face - Souxsie and the Banshees

one more kiss before you die face to face and dream of flying who are you who am I when it rangs, two angels falling to die like this, with a last kiss is false play a crying shame face to face the passion's free I hate to stay but then I hate to leave

"Erycandrea? My princess?" Haze Knelt by the princess's bedside. Patting her forehead with a warm cloth. The Princess stirred and mumbled, but didn't open her eyes.

Haze brushed a lock of the princess now dishevelled hair behind her ear and pushed the worry from her mind.

It's funny that when faced with tragedy, one can pull strength and hope, bravery from the strangest things. This is what Grey Haze did.

She had accompanied the princess to the balls, held by Queen Selenity and other Monarchs, she had seen the beauty and joy in the galaxy, the "love conquers all" soul their existence seems to preach. Maybe.

Love.

Haze stroke the princess's high cheek, her stormy coloured eyes looking over her beloved princess's fair face.

Maybe.

And even if it was all just lies, just myth, she knew she couldn't bring herself to let go of her beloved princess without one fragile goodbye.

The handmaiden licked her lips, the dryness quickly replaced by a tentative moisture, and leaned towards the princess, gently, oddly aware of the feeling of her hand sinking into the princess's downy pillow, and the chill of a single tear slipping down her cheek, she touched her quickly drying lips to that of the princess's.

Haze suppressed a small sob and continued the kiss, her mind aflame with regret, with what will happen if Erycandrea didn't make it. For years, Haze had desired to share this intimate moment with Her princess, and now that she had it, it wasn't good enough.

But it might be all that she will have.

She didn't notice the princess stir, maybe if she did, she wouldn't have continued her corse of action.

That being, haze pulling from the kiss, eyes closed, and murmuring soft words that would seal both her future, and the future of her princess.

"...If you can hear me, Erycandrea, I .....I love you. I've loved you since I could fathom the very concept of love....All I've ever wanted, was to be held by you, to know you love me back. It has nothing to do with your status, or your riches. Its you I loved...it always has been....Erycandrea...don't leave-..."

Erycandrea would not let Haze finish, she had heard enough. That kiss, those words...

The princess gathered her strength and pushed haze from her, a lock of her hair falling between her eyes.

"Are you sick?!"

Grey Haze blinked, stunned. "What?"

"You're sick!! You're a pervert! Is that why You saved me?! So I would be grateful, and be your sex slave??"

Haze, still stunned, stepped forward, her voice calm, but with a thick undertone of anger. "It wasn't like that, Erycandrea-"

"Princess!!" The girl screamed, a vein in her brow now visible.

Haze moved forward and grabbed Erycandrea by the shoulders, telling her to calm down.

"Don't you dare touch me!" The Enraged princess shook from Haze's hold and brought up her hand, smacking her dainty little knuckles across Haze's pale cheek with such a force that the maidens head snapped to the side, and the sound of the blow echoed throughout the room.

Haze, out of pride, refused to nurse the blow with her palm. There it was again, that intense pounding of anger and absolute want of lashing at her princess. She turned her eyes to Erycandrea, and there, laying within them, was a darkness, unlike anything Erycandrea had ever seen in Haze.

The handmaiden rose and, with head held high, but brows low with a seething anger, she left the room, slamming the door behind her.