Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Lord of Darkness ❯ Captive ( Chapter 2 )

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Lord of Darkness

Chapter Two

Captive
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Second part of Lord of Darkness, and the usual copyright notes. Please be gentle on me, since English is my third language, so sorry for all the spelling errors.

Another thank-you to Ari-chan, for proofreading.

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Lord of Darkness

Chapter Two

Captive

Kunzite took his eyes off the road for a moment as he felt the girl in front of him stirring. The next second, she sat up so abruptly that her head hit his chin with enough force to make him grimace in pain, and started struggling with all her might. He tightened his arms around her slender form.

"Keep still. Unless you want your dark-haired friend to be killed and mutilated."

He could literally feel her paling.

"You do not play fair."

She was hissing at him like an angry tigress. The Lord felt admiration rise in him. No woman, in captivity or not, had ever dared to talk to him like that. They would be groveling at his feet. He chuckled.

"I play to win. Whether I cheat or not, a checkmate is a checkmate."

"Bastard."

The word was low and barely audible, muttered under her breath. The Lord raised a finely chiseled eyebrow. This was going a bit too far. True, he probably wasn't the nicest person on Earth, and the girl was most likely used to have people bowing at her feet, but he was still of noble birth.

"Be careful, angel, you staying alive depends on my good will."

She balled her fists, defiance in every cell. Her voice was cold and sharp, every word stressed.

"Don't call me that. Only my uncle ever called me that."

Nephrite dismounted at that moment. He stepped forward, drawing an indiscernible symbol in the air, before pressing his hands together. A soft murmur filled the air as he muttered a spell. The wind blew, sand flew, and the women screamed. The soldiers, however, seemed used to it. A gentle glow surrounded the brown-haired general's hands, and as he pulled them apart, he was holding a blinding ball of white energy. Throwing it at the spot in the air where he had previously drawn the invisible symbol, the ball exploded into beams of silvery energy. When they were able to see again, a castle created from black marble with opals studded on the walls against magic attacks loomed where before there had only been flat sand dunes. There were gasps, and the crying stopped.

The gates opened with a wave of Zoisite's hand, and Kunzite led her towards the interior of the city. They moved through what seemed to be a city, and children crowded around the soldiers, smiling and waving as the soldiers' wives welcomed them home. Mina fell unconscious again, still weak from the blow to the head, and when she finally awoke, Kunzite was nudging his horse through the interior of what seemed to be the palace gardens. She twisted her head, seeing the large span of the city behind her.

At that moment, the silver-haired general dismounted, lifting Minako out of the saddle, and guiding her towards the black-haired man waiting for them, one arm securely around her slim waist.

The man's dark-blue eyes roamed over the blonde girl, and the Dark Lord could feel her stiffen. He bowed low.

"A pretty mistress you've brought me, Kunzite. I'm looking forward to training a new love slave."

Minako unconsciously shifted a little, trying to hide behind Kunzite as she recognized the Dark King. The general straightened.

"My King, she is not a slave, but the princess Minako, niece of King Ithias."

"Better than I thought. Royal women are much more refined than servant girls."

"But royal maidens are virgins, my Lord. She has no idea of how to please a man. Allow me to train her first."

Endymion brushed a hand over her cheek, ignoring the way she flinched at his touch.

"Such innocence."

He stared at the silver-haired general in the eye, clearly reading the message there. His face showed his surprise. His second-in-command saw women as pleasant toys, but he used and discarded them faster than he changed clothes. His mistresses had always come to him, literally begging him for a night in his bed; he, however, had never expressed any serious interest. Females were to him simply a body to warm a cold bed.

"Keep her, Kunzite. I gift her to you, for your prowess in battle."

"Thank you, my Lord."

Minako, who had been quite until then, stepped forward, hands on her hips. Though her tone was polite and reasonable, her eyes flashed in annoyance and anger.

"Excuse me, King Endymion, but I believe...."

The man turned to her.

"You know me?"

Minako waved her hand impatiently, a sense of recklessness seizing her.

"Of course I do. Who doesn't know the infamous Prince Endymion who slaughters men like cattle and rapes and brutalizes young girls as if they were sorely made to be used this way? You know you're called 'The vile defiler of feminine innocence, a horrendous example for future male generations', don't you?"

The Prince's face turned purple with rage. He lunged forward, his hand flying toward the dagger at his side. Kunzite was almost ready to stop his King from beheading the girl, but she slid like water from his arm, moving at the speed of light. The dagger slashed the air where she had been a split-second after she moved, and Endymion instead found the blade knocked out of his hand. Guards rushed forward, but the King waved them back, shock and surprise flittering in his soul, but indiscernible on his face. Minako was standing still, though the look of annoyance was still etched on her face, ignoring Kunzite's half-shocked and half-amused face, his eyes showing respect. How could this girl, whom he had defeated without even breaking into sweat, not only escape Endymion's wrath, but also turn the tables on him? She spoke again.

"Now if I may speak without you interrupting me, I'd like to make a few things clear. Number one, I am Minako Aino, daughter of Phyathreron III and Andromeda VI. My father is the brother of King Ithias, and my mother a descendant of Venus herself. She is a mirror image of the Goddess of Love and Beauty. That's my lineage; I'm not a slave. Number two, I may be a girl, but I'm also alive, and thus not a possession. Number three, I was never sold to you, and have never belonged to you, and never will belong to you. You cannot give someone something you do not own. Number four, I'd like to return to my home with the corpse of my friend so she can have a proper burial, and I assure that my Uncle will pay whatever ransom you deem appropriate."

The men around stared at her. No one dared to talk to Endymion like this and hope to walk away alive. Kunzite's voice broke through.

"If you mean your dark-haired friend, she's still alive."

Relief flashed across Minako's face in the form of a light smile, and she suddenly remebered his earlier warning: "Keep still. Unless you want your dark-haired friend to be killed and mutilated." Kunzite stared at her, the very first smile he'd seen her wear, and he knew that there was no mistake in her claim of her family being connected to Venus.

No woman had a smile so alluring yet so innocent. The brilliant sunset seemed suddenly dull, though he had watched it every day for the past 16 years and had never thought that there would be anything more beautiful than that peaceful moment.

Endymion, meanwhile, gently rubbed the wrist where she'd kicked him. He abruptly turned away from the innocent-looking girl, his mind swirling with what other secrets she might be hiding. From her movements, she was obviously very skilled and very well trained, but he'd never heard of a noble woman, let alone a princess, touching a sword. He glanced behind him, annoyed to see Kunzite gazing at the girl who was staring daggers at his back with a disgusting look of adoration on his face.

'It's wonder he's not worshipping the ground she walks on.'

He thought, not at all happy with what Minako had unconsciously done to the man who had once sworn to never fall for a woman, especially a beautiful one. The Dark King shook his head. The girl was definitely a child of Venus. She was extremely lovely, but also very cunning. Of all the women who loved Kunzite, why in the name of Jupiter did he have to chose the most beautiful and most deceiving one? He turned back to his Head General and the princess.

"Train her in manners, Kunzite, or she's going to get hurt sooner or later,"

With that ominous threat he walked back toward the palace, flanked by Zoisite and Nephrite, ignoring the unlady-like snort of disbelief at his bluff. A new plan began forming in his mind, a plan that made his face twist into a smile that could give children nightmares for years to come.

Meanwhile, Kunzite had turned to Minako.

"Are you hungry? It's already dinner time."

He asked, the appearance of a perfect gentleman as the blank mask remained over his face.

Minako stopped from giving Endymion's back death glares to turn to Kunzite. She was breathing rather heavily, angry at having lost her temper so quickly. She glanced fully into her captor's face, and suddenly felt light-headed. No man could
compare to the silver-eyed general. His silver hair was long and hung loosely around his shoulders, but not a single strand was out of place. The color complemented his surprisingly tanned face and angular features nicely, adding a touch of sophistication to his looks. The silver eyes were slowly turning a light shade of lavender as they stared into her own blue ones with a hidden emotion that made her feel cold and hot at the same time. A soft grumbling noise brought her out of her thoughts, reminding her that she had nothing in her system for the last 24 hours, something that didn't quite happen often.

"A little, I guess."

A lazy smile tugged at the corners of his sensual mouth. Minako was suddenly seized with a crazy urge to taste those kissable lips which were curving upward. Swallowing past a lump in her throat, and hoping that he didn't notice her flaming cheeks, she ruthlessly squashed down the feeling. But by the smirk she knew that he had.

"You guess? Then, allow me to satisfy your hunger."

And he covered her mouth with his own. Minako gasped, unprepared for this sudden attack on her nervous system. Panic rose in her, like a rapidly expanding balloon as she pushed frantically against his shoulders, seeking to escape his arms. Every inch of his body was pressed intimately against hers, allowing her to revel in every contour of his deliciously hard body. Her mind was reeling, her body on fire from his touch. There was no way she could hit him with a move without suffering an injury as well. She was afraid of him, the effect he had on her, and even more terrified of her own reaction. She wanted
him to kiss her, liked the feeling of his lips on hers, enjoyed the sensations running through her. Frantically, she cast her mind around for something to stop the waves of desire threatening to submerge her. But her mind was muddled, and nothing coherent came to her thoughts. Endymion's voice saved her as it ran across the courtyard.

"Kunzite, I'd like to have word with you."

Minako could feel the anger emitting from Kunzite at being interrupted, but she was grateful. The silver-haired general sighed, commanding two guards to come with a quick wave of his hand, before leaving to join his prince. The two
guards escorted her into the palace, and she stared that them strangely. She thought she would be hanged or at least thrown into the dungeons for losing her temper and attacking their prince, but instead, they were leading her up flights of stairs, passing huge marble doors toward whatever destination they were aiming for. She turned to one of the guards.

"Excuse my rudeness, but where are you taking me?"

"Lord Kunzite gave the orders for you to be sent up to his chamber. You're to bath and make yourself presentable. Two of his maids will attend to you."

"When did he tell you all this?"

"This the routine every time he acquires a new mistress."

"Oh, and how long does he keep them?"

"Until he tires of them."

Minako grinned wickedly to herself. She'd make sure that Kunzite would tire of her quickly, and that the thought of having her within a hundred yards of him would make him run in fear. She'd chased quite a number of unwelcoming suitors and unpleasant teachers away that way. They had left as quickly as possible, each harping on the fact that the palace was haunted. She looked around her, curious to see some of the ladies glaring at her with deep hatred. She delicately raised an eyebrow.

"Why are they so hostile?"

"They're afraid that you would divert Lord Kunzite's attention away from them."

Minako was about to retort that she would gladly trade places with them, but instead pressed her lips tightly together. The guards treated their leader with reverence, and she would be wise not to anger them.
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"My Lord, you wished to speak to me?"

Kunzite bowed.

Prince Endymion motioned for the other guards to step back.

"Kunzite, we've known each other too long for this nonsense. Stand up straight."

He obeyed.

Endymion took a deep breath, launching head-on into the problem, praying that his First General would not hate him
by the time he had finished.

"I need to talk to you about the Princess. You care for her, a bit more than I'd like. I've never seen you react that way. Had it been anybody else, you would've held her down while I raped her. If I commanded you to slit her throat from ear to ear, you'd do it instantly and without question. You couldn't have known her for more than a day, yet you follow her like she's a goddess to be worshipped."

Kunzite stood for a moment in total shook, before he answered softly, surprising himself with it, admitting an emotion he never knew existed in him, ever.

"I love her. If my King would allow, I would wish to marry her."

Endymion shrugged, ignoring the tightness in his throat at Kunzite's confession. The general had never even said that he liked the women he slept with, and only Endymion and his fellow generals had ever been called as his friends. The Dark King knew that Kunzite was serious, and it hurt him that his Head General loved a girl more than his long-time friend and liege (A.N. and no, they're not gay.).

"You have my permission, but if you want to marry her, you'd have to ask Miss High-and-Mighty herself."

Kunzite gave a swift nod.

"I thank you, my Lord."

"Dismissed."

He bowed again, and left for the bathing area, knowing Minako was probably using the one in his room. He almost smiled to himself.

'Although, I wouldn't mind seeing her nude, but I doubt she'd appreciate it.'

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After walking numerous winding stairs that made Minako dizzy just thinking about them, the guards opened a wide marble door embedded with the sign of the golden phoenix. They ushered her inside and Minako let out a gasp, words like lovely springing immediately into her mind.
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Jupiter - the Roman supreme god, equivalent of the Greek god Zeus.

End of Chapter Two. Wonder what's got Minako struck so speech-less, huh? I assure you it's not some man. Anyway, please review. I'm already working Chapter 3.