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Guardian of Love

The Origins

Chapter 9 - Balance of Guardianship and Parenthood

By Angel Love

 

Author's notes: This chapter picks up on the next day from the last chapter. Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own Sailor Moon, the Greek Gods, or any of the characters that I've used to fashion them after. However, the Guardians are mine, please ask before you use them.

 

 

As expected, Rosely was not at all happy with my sudden injury and tried to come down on Brenna for it, but surprisingly it was Vega who came to her rescue, saving us all from what we figured would be a bad situation.

 

"Rosely," Vega said in a smooth voice, from where he sat with his back against the wall watching all of the Guardians with a hooded gaze. "It was not completely Brenna's fault that Angel was hit with that attack. Angel should have been able to dodge that, but she is far too tired to put up a decent sparring match." He looked over at me, surprising me when he gave me a small wink.

 

"Then maybe she shouldn't be a Guardian," she said, giving me a hard look, annoyance clearly written on her face that her methods were being questioned.

 

I didn't flinch under her gaze from where I sat on the floor, but I could hear Rose give a mental growl next to me as well as her whole body tensing for an attack. 'Relax, Rose,' I mentally whispered. 'She didn't mean it.'

 

'Are you so sure?' she answered back harshly.

 

Vega moved away from the wall then, his black eyes flashing. "You know as well as I do that she is an excellent Guardian. She has saved your behind on more than one occasion. The injury that she took to the shoulder was because she jumped in front of you when you weren't paying attention."

 

Rosely sighed, her body loosing the tense stance that she had and the look she gave him was almost one that you would give to a lover. She turned back towards me and surprised me and everyone else by kneeling at my side. "Let's see how much just how much damage that has been done. I don't want you out of commission for when we go to Improbusaum."

 

I could see Brenna tense up as I lie back on my back and let Rosely slowly removed the gauze pad that had been recently changed by Eros right before we were called to this meeting. All those who could see the damage cringed; it was quite painful and wasn't healing as quickly as it should have. The Guardian of Faith had hit me both with a physical and magical attack. And since I couldn't risk going into my own Guardian mode it was taking my body far longer and a lot more energy to heal it.

 

Rosely's eyes widened for a moment, her fingers moving around the outsides of the wound. For a brief moment I thought I saw regret mixed with something darker in her eyes. It was impossible to tell just what she was thinking; her face was a constant mask. Her actions constantly hid whatever was going on inside of her. Sometimes she could be the softest, kindest person and the then she could be someone that gave me the urge to hit her with my staff. "Well," she began after studying my wound for several moments. "I think we need to put of going to Improbusaum for a week. This won't heal before then. As for you, Brenna," she looked up at the very pale girl, "I want you to work with Osmound on your aim as well as the amount of energy you use in each arrow. If Angel wasn't a Guardian, that attack you hit her with would have killed her."

 

Whatever color had been in Brenna's face completely left it. "Oh, Gods, Angel, I'm sorry," she whispered hurriedly.

 

I smiled up at her as Rosely replaced the bandage. "Don't worry about it," I said lightly. "Now you know how much power you have behind those attacks of yours. You can use that to your advantage when we go kick some bad guys' behinds," I finished with a wink.

 

Anything that she was about to say was suddenly interrupted by the sounds of the door to the training room bang open and little feet running in. Trista came running in, her shoulder length green hair bouncing with each move as she ran into my arms, burying her tiny face into my shoulder.

 

"Trista, honey, what are you doing in here?" I gently asked the obviously frightened child. "You know you aren't supposed to be in here."

 

"She is running from me," a monotone voice said.

 

I looked up and saw Ares standing there. The usually breathtaking God was covered in a sticky white substance, that to this day I have no idea what it was, I was too afraid to ask him. I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped my throat; of course the fact that Chesna sat down on the ground next to me holding her sides because she was laughing too hard wasn't helping. Almost as soon as the giggle left my throat the other female Guardians were laughing, only the male ones were managing to contain their mirth, but even then they were both smirking.

 

Ares glared down at us, before a small smile managed to crack through. He managed to give Trista a hard glare as he said in a low tone, "Keep her out of my chambers, Angel. I would hate to have to tan your pretty hide because of her." His gaze swept over me as he said the words.

 

I handed Trista over to Rose, who by then was sitting on the ground next to Rosely and was laughing so hard that tears were pouring down her face. I quickly moved my way over to Ares and followed him to the door. I managed to give him an apologetic look, somehow keeping myself from laughing more because he looked even funnier up close. "I am sorry that she disturbed you, Ares, but will you please not tell Hera? I don't want her to start questioning on whether or not I can handle her and being a Guardian."

 

Ares' face softened and for a moment he reminded me so much of Eros that all I could do was blink. He cupped my cheek in a soft motion, making my eyes go wide; the God of War didn't show anyone a softer side to him with the exception of Aphrodite and I had seen that on accident. "I will not say a word to Hera," he promised. "But while you are here, you need to keep a better eye on her. Two-year-olds tend to get bored fairly easy. I have a child myself if you recall."

 

I smiled gratefully at him. "Yes, although there are times that I find that a bit hard to believe. The two of you seem to look the same age, but I guess that is because you are both Gods." I shrugged a shoulder, and then I hugged him, thankful that he wouldn't tell on me. "Thank you, Ares. You don't know how much this means to me."

 

Ares went stiff before he slowly put his arms around me. "You are welcome, Angel." Then a small-suffered sigh left his throat. "Here comes my ungrateful son now."

 

As he pulled away from me, part of my hair got caught in the white stuff that was all over him. He raised an eyebrow as I started giggling, while carefully removing my golden tresses from his well-muscled chest, while he tried to stay as still as he could in an effort not to pull out my hair.

 

Our closeness at the moment didn't seem to please Eros, because he let out a growl at his father, his lips curling. "Don't you have my mother to warm your bed?" he asked in a menacing tone.

 

I jerked my head to look at him, pulling some of my hair in the process. "Ow! Eros, that isn't very nice to say to your dad." I swiped a hand at him, but he easily dodged and I couldn't go after him since I was currently stuck to his father. "Why don't you help me get untangled here and then you can tell me just how Trista snuck away from you?" I said in an amused voice. I knew that Trista had made it a game to sneak away from the God who was like a father to her.

 

Eros flushed, much to Ares' and my amusement, and immediately started helping me remove my hair from his father's chest. "I am sorry, Koi. Of course I will help you." He looked at the other man. "I take it this is Trista's handiwork?" He couldn't stop the chuckle that left his throat at Ares' disgruntled 'hn'.

 

As soon as Ares was free he stepped away from me. Before he disappeared from sight he turned to look at Eros, his eyes soft for a brief moment. "I can understand why you feel for her the way you do, Eros," he said in a surprisingly soft voice. Then he was gone, leaving the God of Love and I staring after him.

 

We were snapped out of our stupor by Rosely's dismayed voice. Obviously Trista had struck the leader of the Guardians. We both sighed as we made our way back into the training room to take care of 'our child'.

 

To be continued...

 

(1) Koi means love in Japanese.