Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Hail to the Kings ❯ The Dangerous Kind ( Chapter 2 )

Title- the Dangerous Kind (Zoicite's Decision)

 

December Theme- The Shitennou
Theme Six: Resentment


The night was silent as the soldier slipped unseen passed the guards and a series of tireless statues of old. This part of the earthen palace littered with tributes to dead kings and queens, but tonight she was looking for something alive and teaming with secretive ideas. She reached the designated meeting place, and found what she had been looking for. A dark figure lingered beside a forgotten fountain amongst the plethora of adjoining courtyards of the palace's gardens.

 

Cautiously she approached. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show," the voice from the shadows began.

"I always keep my appointments," she responded. The darkness moved, and a heavy cloaked figure appeared. The features were hidden by the deep purple material, but she could make out the rebellious tendrils of curly red hair spilling freely from the hood, and from this messenger of the abyss she could feel an energy unlike any she had ever known, and began to regret coming here in the middle of the night.

"Good, you are very noble then, Master Zoicite."

"What do you want with me?" she asked.

"I've come here to make you an offer, one that I hope you will accept. You seem one to take advantage of every opportunity, being the first female to ever be named a Shitennou, and I know that what I am about to say could lift you farther above that station." Her voice practically cooed in the night, but Zoicite found it interesting.

"I'm listening," she said, while still crossing her arms in defiance.

"I can feel the chaos that is slowly taking this world over, and the Lunarians are solely to blame. Before their influence on this world we were barbaric, it's true, but at least we were united as humans. Now they plan to assimilate us into their order, to turn us into something we are not. I could see it in your eyes at the council meeting. You do not like the idea as much as I."

"But there is nothing to be done. The prince has made his choice," Zoicite shook her head.

"The prince is blinded by childish puppy love. I have a plan to make him see the truth, to revolt against this union and free our lands once more."

"What you speak is treason."

"And in coming here tonight, you have done the same. You know this is the only way. We must stop this before it's too late."

 

Zoicite stared intensely at the blackness where a face should have been, but behind her eyes, her mind was working relentlessly. This shadowy emissary spoke words possessing some truth, but it was more truth than she wanted to admit had substance. Zoicite truly did feel this Silver Alliance would ruin their world, but no one would listen to her, not even her closest companions. It hurt to be turned down by them, especially him, the one she had tried so hard to impress for so long.

"In return for your help, I will help you get what you want most," The shadowy silhouette continued, and pointed to the still water at the bottom of the fountain. Slowly, Zoicite approached, and gazed into the dark pool. A ripple disturbed the still water, and light began to dance on its surface. It painted a picture of a handsome man with white hair and piercing eyes, noble and proud in stature and the foremost thing in her heart. Another figure came into view, a lovely blonde with a gaudy red bow tied to her perfect tresses.

Zoicite's hands turned to fists at the sight of her-- at them, together. Everyday she worked so hard for his attention. She had been so close to winning his trust, and perhaps his heart, until she came swooping down from the heavens and stole him away. He no longer noticed her with this shining goddess at his side, and everyday Zoicite resented that fact. She loved him, but she was plain and unwanted, and no matter what she would do, she would never be anything more than a comrade by his side.

"I will give you what your heart desires; to crush this Venusian whore and take what is rightfully yours in revenge. And it is yours, and can be yours. Just help me get what I want." The being played off her feelings of resentment, giving her a chance at finally finding the answer she sought. Beneath the hood, a smile twisted upward with satisfaction as she watched the woman before her tackle her emotions.

Somewhere at the back of her mind, a warning alarm was going off, but as she stared into the pool -- into his face-- her hunger for his love was beginning to override any sense of duty and commitment to anyone else. She could have him, forever, and he would only be hers to share with no one else. In whatever world that would come they would be together. Zoicite lifted her eyes from the water and stood tall; her green eyes resolute.

"What do you want me to do?"