Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts of the Past ❯ Chapter 1

Ghosts of the Past

Parings: Fiore X Mamoru

Warnings: Lime flavored, Usagi OCCness, with a little angsting for just about everyone on the side.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. I don`t own it's characters. Nothing here is mine except for the words and the extra character that shows up laterore

 

Summery: The past returns to haunt The King of Crystal Tokyo. Will love be able to see him though, or will the past just repeat itself once again?

 

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Mamoru tried to smile but found he could not. It had been a rough day for the King of Crystal Tokyo. He and Usagi had had another fight earlier that morning. They had yelled at each other for three hours about something. Mamoru already couldn't remember what it had been, but he knew it had been a stupid reason. He felt pretty bad for raising his voice to the Queen, but in his defense she had started to yell first. He knew these arguments were more than likely stress related. Neo Queen Serenity had a lot riding on her shoulders. So when she was upset or stressed out, she took it out on the ones she loved. That meant him.

 

As it stood now, Mamoru had clamed down since that afternoon and was content with staring at the stars. He breathed a gentile sigh when the queen appeared clad in her usual white. The way she walked indicated to Mamoru that she was still angry. He wanted desperately to make her happy once more. “Aren't they nice tonight?” He continued to look up.

 

“Your generals won't listen to me.” The queen stated.

 

Mamoru shook his head. “Not this again.” He whispered under his breath. He had no clue what it was with Usagi, but she seemed to want to control his generals. They wouldn't come out of their stony prisons for anyone but him. He had told her this again and again. The blonde woman was dead set on it, and she got what she wanted. Mamoru couldn't help it. He was getting annoyed with this. “Usako... I've told you, you can't.” He tried gently, trailing off when the queen smacked him.

 

“You cannot tell me what I can and cannot do! I am the Queen of Crystal Tokyo. I rule this planet. They have to listen to me!”

 

Mamoru just stood with his mouth agape. He wondered what had happened to the Usagi he had known a long time ago. After Chibi Usa had returned to stay, the queen had began to change. Maybe watching her daughter training to replace her was part of it. Mamoru really didn't know, but she was changing none the less. She was becoming harder and colder every day. More and more distance was tearing them apart. Soon, Mamoru knew the rift would be too far to cross.

 

He snapped back into reality when Neo Queen Serenity shrieked, “Did you hear a word I just said!”

 

Mamoru said the only thing he could think of. “You think I don't love you anymore. That there's another woman.” He had guesses right.

 

“Well, it there?“ Usagi sounded impatient.

 

Mamoru shook his head. Suddenly, he wondered what had brought that question on. He did wish there was someone else, sometimes. He didn't love Usagi as he once had. That much was clear. Even more so, he wondered it there had really been love in the first place. Theirs had always been a marriage of duty, of fate. The flame of love had died a long time ago. Lately Mamoru had began to feel as if he was missing something. That there was more out there. It was a selfish thought. He was the King of Crystal Tokyo. He had everything he ever wanted, all that he needed. He still wanted more. He wanted eternal love. He had almost had that love, a very long time ago. Then he had let it go. He didn't even remember who had given him that love. He knew it had to be out there... It had to be.

 

Lost in thought, the dark haired man hadn't heard his wife pronounce them as over. He only caught the last part of it. “Well, I don't love you either. I don't see why I even put up with you!” Then she turned and left. Mamoru wanted to go after her, but Usagi had made it clear. She didn't want anything to do with him. He felt as if he should leave. He couldn't. It would form a rift between the people of Earth and those decedents of the Moon.

 

Frowning, he turned back to the stars. They didn't seem to shine as happily as they had before. The city had stole all their lights. Out of the corner of his eye, Mamoru saw a ghost-like figure cross the courtyard. The brown haired ghost turned to look straight at the King before moving on. Mamoru knew that face from somewhere. It didn't hit his memory until the wind started up causing flower petals to dance around the sky, making them fall like rain. His dark blue eyes widened. When he ran to where the figure had been, there was noting. It had gone. Like it had never really been there. He had been so sure. That face had been so familiar. Only, it was the face of a dead man.

 

That meant only one thing. Mamoru was tired and seeing things. Arguing with Usagi had stressed him out so much he was seeing ghosts. Quietly, the king walked back to the palace. Inside, he saw the figure again in the hallways. When he saw the ghost for a fourth time, Mamoru broke into a run. He reached his room slamming the door behind him. “Why do I keep seeing you? You're dead.” He asked the air in his room.

 

There was a polite but brief knock on the door before it opened. Mamoru didn't even have the time to say “Go away!” The words died as he stared at the figure in the doorway. It was the same one from the garden and the palace hallways. The man was almost as tall as he was, with short brown hair and sharp blue eyes.

 

Quietly, almost in a whisper, Mamoru finally found the power to speak again. “Fiore?” His voice shook.

 

The man before Mamoru smiled and his body seemed to melt away. He was still the same height, but now his ears had elongated. So had his hair. It's unearthly colors made the alien even more exotic. He was just like Mamoru remembered. Still as ethereal, still incredibly sexy.

 

“Even after all this time... You haven't forgotten me, Mamoru.” Fiore was very happy. Last time he had seen his friend, the man hadn't remembered him at all. The years hadn't seemed to touch Mamoru. He seemed a little more stressed, but he was everything Fiore remembered and more.

 

Mamoru rushed to Fiore. Tears were welling up in his eyes as he reached out to frantically touch his friend. “You're actually here? I'm not just seeing things? You're alive? But how?” Throughout this, Mamoru continued to touch Fiore. He was still unsure that the beautiful alien was actually there.

 

Fiore just stood there and let Mamoru touch him. This must have been a shock for his friend, but Mamoru seemed to be taking it rather well. Fiore closed his eyes, trying to ignore the imploring blue eyes and searching fingers. Light fingertips brushed past his arms, tracing his jaw line. He was having a hard time ignoring it. It brought up feelings Fiore had thought were gone. He had to keep control of himself. He had too... for his own sake. For Mamoru's.

 

The alien's waning control finally broke when the wondering hands brushed past his lips once again. His eyes snapped open to drink in Mamoru. They were so close. All he needed to do was lean in and take Mamoru's smiling lips with his own. “I'm real.” Then to prove the fact, Fiore leaned in.

 

Mamoru felt a shock as Fiore's lips brushed gently against his own. Then his eyes widened when Fiore wrapped his arms around in a tight, possessive hug. What surprised Mamoru most was that he was kissing back. Even as his mind was yelling at him for being a pervert, he lost his hands in the thick aqua main of Fiore's hair, trying to pull the alien closer.

 

Fiore was also fighting an internal battle and loosing. This was Mamoru... His friend... He had given Fiore a flower... He loved Mamoru, but not like this... Not like this. He shouldn't be doing this. Mamoru was a king now. He had that girl. He didn't need Fiore. He didn't need this. But Fiore needed Mamoru. He always needed the dark haired man. The silent kiss was so wrong, but it felt so right. He did love Mamoru like this.

 

Caught up in the passion of the moment, Fiore lowered Mamoru to the floor. There the kiss deepened farther. Mamoru allowed Fiore to part his lips so that their tongues intertwined. He felt a passion there. A love he had never felt before. He wondered if his friend could feel it too. Mamoru was answered, in a way. Fiore was trying to remove Mamoru's shirt. At first, he had tried to undo the buttons delicately, but in the end, the impatient alien had just ripped it off. Now Fiore was trailing searing kisses down Mamoru's strong neck. He only reached the abdomen when he heard his only friend cry out.

 

“NO!” Mamoru pushed Fiore back breathing hard. “We can't do this.” The King knew he wanted to continue. He wanted to let Fiore do whatever he wished. He wanted the sensations he had felt to continue forever. “I have a family now and...” Mamoru tried to explain the situation to Fiore.

 

It only took the long haired alien a second to regain his feet. His light blue eyes still burned with an almost animalistic desire. His voice was thick. “I understand.” He understood all too well. Mamoru didn't love him. It had just been hormones or some stupid human thing like that. Once again he was being forsaken. Tossed aside for that blonde girl. It broke Fiore's heart.

 

Mamoru saw the look of hurt on Fiore's face. He wanted to yell at his friend. He didn't understand. He just couldn't. He still has his duty. To his country, to his family. He couldn't, even if he wanted to. Even now, he wanted to. Mamoru was fighting the urge to jump Fiore and finish what they started.

 

His friend was continuing. Mamoru sat riveted. “I came back to see you. I felt something from across space. Something close to the power I had with the Kisenian flower.” Mamoru flinched at the mention of the flower. It had taken Fiore away from him. It had been a miracle when the alien had come back to himself. Then, because of the damned flower, Fiore had died. Fiore had left him again.

 

Fiore turned away, melting back into his human disguise. Mamoru wanted to reach out and stop the alien from leaving. Instead he said, “Don't go!” He winced at the commanding tone his voice had taken.

 

Fiore stopped for a second to throw a defiant look over his shoulder. “You don't rule over me. If you want to talk to me, I`ll be outside.” Then he left, back still stiff, shutting the door behind him.