Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Hail to the Kings ❯ A Battle Won ( Chapter 1 )

Title- A Battle Won

 

December Challenge- The Shitennou

Theme 3: Sword

 

He casually leaned against the beige pillar, while his eyes watched her every move with practiced precision. She had brought him here to her castle that seemed to float amongst the stars under the pretense of a more innocent intent, but Kunzite knew better of his Venusian host. Her plans were always more than what they seemed.

Her fluid movements across her personal training yard were so graceful, as if her body was made of water -- her arms like fast-moving streams flowing to her mighty forging legs. They glistened in the dying light of day, her muscles pulsing and stretching as she made her impressive turns and dives. Her small tunic dress left little to be imagined, and he knew she would offer up the excuse that it provided her freer mobility.

He smirked, as he continued to watch her dance. Kunzite knew she had skill with the blade, but he never knew the extent of her talent. The sword moved as if an extension of her arm, as if there were no difference between the lines in the metal and the flowing veins beneath her skin. She was spellbinding, and long ago, she had captured him with her magic.

Silently, he approached her from behind, stooping to grab one of the fine Venusian metal swords standing in the rack. She seemed unaware of his closing proximity, and like a pouncing white tiger, he bared his teeth in a wicked smile. He came so close to his prey, but in the end became the hunted. She whirled on him at the last moment, and he found the razor sharp end of her sword coming dangerously close to piercing the skin of his exposed neck. Her eyes were wild blue seas as sweat beaded down her forehead and disappeared into the space between her breasts. He lowered his sword and placed his free hand in the air, admitting he had been caught.

"You aren't as skilled as you think you are, my lord general," she said confidently, as she dropped the blade, a persistent twinkling of mischief in her eye. "At least, in this field…."

"Is that a challenge, Lady Venus?"

"Only if you wish it so, do you feel up to it? I don't believe you've taken your afternoon nap yet sir," she toyed, flipping the sword in her hands expertly.

"I wouldn't need to take naps if someone let me sleep at night."

"You weren't complaining last night," she shrugged indifferently.  "Although I do believe I did hear you say -- stop -- a few times-"

"Are you going to talk all day, or get to the task at hand?" he interrupted and took up a ready stance before her.

She acquiesced, silently placing the flat of the blade before her face. He could see his reflection between her sparkling eyes, and caught the smug smile forming at the corners of her wet lips that he knew were so soft to the touch. He mentally berated himself, and dragged his consciousness to the present moment.

From the very first moment he had met the Senshi of Venus, Kunzite had been mesmerized by her presence. He allowed few to get close to his inner self, and fewer had bothered to try. She had destroyed his tarnished views of the world with a quiet look and a soft kiss, and for months, he could think of nothing but her. He kept it secret for as long as he could, and even now would not freely admit his adoration. Kunzite was a prideful man, and had a hard time falling…even in love. He hated to lose, and even their tête-à-tête's full of innuendos were something he hated to concede, but the princess of Venus seemed to have her mind set on getting the best of him. She had more skill in this area, but Kunzite was always a fast learner. Now Kunzite's thoughts circled around revenge, and with a roguish grin , he charged at his golden lover. There was a side of him he rarely showed, and perhaps it was time to let it shine.

The clashing of their swords echoed throughout the courtyard. They dashed around each other, striking and twirling in a deathly dance of skill and strength. He marveled at her grace, countering her attacks knowing any lesser soldier would be a hapless victim against such movement. But he was not. He came after her with force, and he could tell she was shocked at his challenge. He was a calm man, and a passionate outburst was enough to make even his lover surprised. Purposefully, the edge of his weapon came close to her skin -- lashing out at her shoulders and waist. She soon found her equilibrium again, and met his sword with poise and skill once more. The twinkle in her eyes suddenly sparkled much brighter this time, and Kunzite realized she was about to do something irrational to catch him off guard. However, he was completely unprepared for her next move.

She let go of her sword, but it did not clatter to the ground. As if gravity had no effect within this strange castle, the sword remained where she had left it, suspended by some magical source. With a silent command, the sword launched itself at him, attacking like a loyal dog. It almost ran him through, Kunzite was so surprised, but he managed to bring his sword up just in time. It continued to attack him with the skill of its absent master, and for a moment, she stood with a sly smile on her face as Kunzite fought with his senses and his bodiless foe.

Without warning, she ran towards him, and all Kunzite could do was watch as she sprang off the ground into a summersault over his head, unable to defend himself against whatever she had planned while he continued to engage in battle with her sword. When she landed, she swept her leg beneath him, and Kunzite watched, as his world was flipped upside-down.

He landed with a loud grunt and in the process lost his grip on his sword. But it wasn't long before he saw it again. Before he knew it, both his and her swords were crossed across his neck as if an invisible hand were holding each weapon in place. Her laughter jingled in his ears, and soon her face came into view. She could barely hold back her amusement, staring at him with eyes full of mischievous mirth.

"I do believe you've been defeated, my lord."

"How...?"

"I have the power to manipulate metal. What is Cupid without a sharp arrow?"

"I see. What else are you hiding from me?" For a moment, her eyes lost their shine, and he felt his heart drop in his chest.

"There's much you don't know about me," she said cryptically, but in an instant, her smile returned. The swords withdrew from his neck, and he sighed in relief as the pressure subsided. He watched as she sent them back to the sword rack, silently returning to their inanimate state once more. "I do believe the rumors were untrue. Clearly I am a greater master of the sword than you."

"A sword is not a master's greatest weapon. It is his wit." Kunzite smiled, remembering his need for revenge. She noted the change in his posture, and stared at him confused, but alert to possible retaliation.

"What?" It was then Kunzite watched his handiwork begin to unravel itself. The stitches of her tunic, where he had carefully aimed his sword, quickly became undone at her shoulders and the belt around her waist. Like leaves caught in an autumn storm, the dress the princess of Venus wore dropped from her shoulders, slipped over her hips and fell in a pool about her ankles. Surprised, she screamed in alarm. He sprung forward and placed his foot behind her quivering legs, tripping her as she reeled back in shock -- catching her before she crashed to the cold stone, before easing both himself and his prize to the ground.

He felt her heart beating wildly as he placed his hand upon her bare back. He watched as her glistening chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing, but he only chuckled -- much to her chagrin - the Venusian princess completely unimpressed by his dubious plan. Finally, she was the one rendered speechless. He had to call upon all his training as a gentleman to contain his gentle laughter and not lose control and allow it to become a torrent of uncontrollable barks.

"I have disarmed you, my lady."

"You've done more than that!" she protested, attempting to cover herself. Kunzite's quick hand, however, snatched hers, and pressed it down beside her head. He brought his face closer to hers, capturing her sky blue eyes with his clear crystal gaze. "Why...I never thought you would do something like that!"

"There's much you don't know about me either, Princess. Do you admit defeat?" he whispered against her mouth, sending shivers down her spine.

"Never," she swore, but he knew they both realized the truth. Tonight the victory would go to the fair-haired general, and he had done it with a sword and a smile. He smirked, before crushing his lips upon hers, claiming his deserved prize. He would never let her forget this night.

 

Kunzite is always a serious dude; he needs to lighten up. And having a relationship with this crazy one would probably do just that. And everyone likes to have little battles and payback in their relationships, right? ^_^ Hoped you liked!