Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts of the Past ❯ Chapter 11

Mamoru stood stunned when Shikyuu turned away with Fiore. The Dark Prince was taking the man he loved away from him. What was worse, Fiore was letting him. Clinging to the orange haired prince as he was carried away. The dark haired prince wouldn't stand there and let it happen. He wasn't running away either. He was Chiba Mamoru. Prince Endymion. King of Crystal Tokyo. He wasn't about to let the man he loved be stolen from him. Concentrating, his clothing changed to the armor he one wore as the Prince of Earth. He was going to find Fiore and get him back.

 

Shikyuu had a feeling that Mamoru was going to follow him. He didn't care. He had won. He had Fiore. He could wait to kill the Prince of Earth later. At the moment all his thoughts were concentrated on dragging Fiore to some dark corner of his palace and making the alien his completely. The Dark Prince didn't even bother trying to make it back to his bed chamber. Not with Fiore squirming body pressing so close to his. He put the alien down and smiled at him. Was Fiore bluffing? Shikyuu had to know for sure. The aqua haired man might have something up his sleeve. A possible double cross in mind, Shikyuu was going to test the depths of the alien`s promise. “Fiore. You said you would do anything...”

 

Fiore paled when he saw the hungry look again. He had promised. To go back on a promise was just like a lie. Fiore refused to lie again. He was almost relieved by the request. “I want you to strip for me. Slowly.” It was a simple request. One Fiore knew would lead to something more. Something he could only picture doing with Mamoru. He ignored the hungry stare and slowly raised a shaking hand to the clasp that held his cape.

 

The Dark Prince stood riveted by the performance. The cape fell to the floor in an elegant heap. He followed Fiore's shaking hands as they moved again, towards the buttons of his outer jacket. There the alien started to work at the fastenings. He wanted to stop, but he had promised. It was only clothing. He had worn a spandex like body suit for a while. This shouldn't have been so embarrassing. It shouldn't, but it was. He stopped when a pale hand helped him with a button. Fiore looked up. The lust in those green orbs held him silently. “Let me help you.” He heard the thick voice. Fiore let his arms drop, and stood there, allowing the Dark Prince to remove the white coat.

 

Shikyuu's breath caught. Fiore was only half undressed and he was perfect. He just started at the body before him. Fiore was a sculptor's dream, with well defined muscles, but nothing grossly out of proportion. Fiore's face was unemotional, as if carved out of stone as well. The soft aqua hair framing the elfin face, with the splashes of pink that brought out the eyes. “Beautiful...” He said, reverently. He started towards Fiore's pants when a voice behind him stopped him.

 

“Leave Fiore alone.” Shikyuu turned. Mamoru stood, but it wasn't the Mamoru he had left in the corridors. This one wore dark armor and had a sword strapped to his side. He had obviously become Prince Endymion to get back Fiore.

 

“You should have left while you had the chance, little Prince. You are a stupid, stupid man.” Shikyuu observed. Then he lashed out with his dark power.

 

The power knocked the armor clad prince to the ground. “Mamoru!” Fiore cried, watching in horror as Shikyuu attacked the man he loved. Mamoru kept getting back up, trying to get to Fiore. The Dark Price kept blasting him. “Stop... Please stop...” He begged quietly. Shikyuu ignored Fiore. The alien was his, the promise still stood. He knocked Mamoru into the wall. The Prince of Earth struck with a bone shattering force. He didn't get back up. “No...” Fiore whispered, and started towards the fallen King.

 

The orange haired Prince of Darkness stalked towards the prone body of the dark haired man. He kicked it a couple times for good measure before pulling the sword the Prince of Earth carried from it's sheath. “He is mine!” Shikyuu pronounced, raising the sword above his head and plunging it down.

 

“No!” Fiore cried, and dove between the sword and the unconscious Prince of Earth. The sword stopped it's downward movement. He sat on the floor, looking up at Shikyuu. “You said you wouldn't kill him if I stayed. You lied.” There was a very unhealthy look in Fiore's eyes. There was something appearing in the alien's hand. “You lied to me.” Fiore repeated coldly, standing.

 

Shikyuu frowned when he saw what had appeared in Fiore's hand. It was a sword. “I accept you challenge. But, dear Fiore, every challenge has it's prize.” He looked at the alien lustfully. “I needn't tell you what I want when I win.” He was happy that the alien was going to fight him. He was sure the smaller man would lose. When Fiore lost, Shikyuu could kill Mamoru and live happily ever after with Fiore. It was a win-win situation.

 

Swords met and clashed. Neither one yielded a step, using the weapons to try to push the other back. If Shikyuu hadn't been so busy trying to keep his skin intact, he would have been admiring Fiore's grace. The alien handled his sword with much more skill than the Dark prince could have ever imagined. Smaller and quicker, Fiore would flash forward, trying to get in a clean slice. Each try was stopped by a well placed block. If anything, Shikyuu wasn't even trying hard. That annoyed the long haired alien. Here he was, starting to sweat, and Shikyuu stood there, acting as if Fiore was striking at him with a spoon. It was unnerving, to fight someone this good. Fiore could almost say that Shikyuu was better than Mamoru. Almost. None of the strikes Shikyuu had tried thus far touched anything except steel.

 

Slowly, they started to circle one another. Shikyuu refused to admit that he was feeling as tired as Firoe looked. Without the alien trying to cut him to shreds, he could appreciate the figure before him. Fiore made for a very interesting sight. The alien was breathing hard, sweat making his bare skin shine. His appreciations cost him. Fiore darted in, drawing blood. The Dark Prince growled when Fiore announced, “First blood.”

 

“I was sloppy. It won't happen again.” He snarled. He could enjoy a sweaty Fiore later. Now, it was time to remove the kid gloves. Remove them he did, pressing the slender alien back. The tide of battle had definitely changed. Fiore had to be content to backing up, or losing all together. Losing seemed to have become inevitable, as Firoe tripped over Mamoru's prone body.

 

Fiore felt his foot hitting something, and heard a groan. Then he was loosing his balance. He fought tenaciously to keep his footing, but in the end, the alien landed in a heap next to the man he had tried to protect. Shocked by this, the sword he held fell from limp fingers. “I....”

 

“Lost? Don't look so surprised. I am better than you. Though, I do admit that you put up a pretty good fight. You are mine now, Fiore. I just want you to admit that you lost. I want you to tell me you won't fight me again.”

 

Fiore looked Shikyuu straight in the eyes. That blue flame of anger was still there, along with the recognition that he had indeed lost. “Okay, I'll admit it. You`re better than me!” That hurt Fiore's pride. He smiled despite of the anguish of saying that, because he had yet to actually admit he lost. “But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop fighting you. I fight you every step of the way if I have to, Shikyuu.” The alien growled from his spot on the floor.

 

The Dark Prince bit back a laugh. “I wouldn't have it any other way.” He moved from his prize to the prone King of Crystal Tokyo. The sword hovered above Mamoru, threateningly. “Now to claim the rest of my prize.” Fiore watched in horror as the sword descended. To his eyes, it seemed that time was slowing down to a halt.