Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Recarnation 1 ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Shizuka Kaze 
The last battle.
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Romance / Angst | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 11.29.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 202 | Status: Completed
The last battle.
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Romance / Angst | Type: Revenge Fic | Uploaded On: 11.29.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 202 | Status: Completed
Recarnation, Part One
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I did not make up the Sailor Senshi's, they belong to Naoko and everybody else associated with the right. Some of the Inner's name are made by Aurora Eos Rose and used with premission.
This is my own version of the death of the Senshis. Traditonal Senshi/General pairing. If you like the anime-pairings, I'd suggest you run or simply do not read this. No flames, please.
This chapter is mostly about Minako's and Kunzite's fight, which is my personal favourite chapter.
// - flashback
* - thoughts
~ - mind sent
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I slowly let myself fall to the floor, still in shock. Vicky is dead. I repeated the words again and again, but a part of me rebelled, refusing to believe it. I stared at her lovely face, marveling at the deathly parlor, for what seemed like an eternity, until a cold metal pressed against my throat brought me back to the real world.
"Looks like I've caught up with you, angel. Now die!"
I didn't react, yet expected to feel the sword cut into my flesh any moment. Kunzite spoke again, his voice now very curious and surprised,
"Why aren't you defending yourself?"
I turned slowly, not caring that I gave him a perfect opportunity to slash at my throat.
"Why should I fight?"
I asked softly, staring into the steel-gray eyes, the eyes that once had the power to make me melt, of my formal lover.
"Victoria is dead, as you can see, killed by her own hand. What do I have to live for? She was the reason for my life, the reason for me to continue my existence. Now, she's gone, and I cannot survive by myself. Love cannot life without hope."
He stared at me for a moment, then threw back his head and laughed.
"Angel, I managed to survive without you, and you cannot live without your precious princess?"
His smile was mocking.
"What use do you have for a spoiled, bratty princess who can't even protect herself? I should just kill you now, but it's a shame to see you die at such a young age. I'll put a good word in for you with Beryl if you agree to join us."
I stood up, fury boiling in me. My hand flew out like a striking serpent, smacking him across his face. His mocking smile faded, and the fury in his eyes matched my own.
"You know nothing about her, absolutely nothing!"
The words weren't yelled, but hissed through clenched teeth.
"She may be a crybaby and a klutz, but she is the most innocent, selfless person you'll ever know. She'd die before hurting anybody! And I'd rather rot in hell than join that witch!"
I collapsed, crying over the loss of my princess, friends, and love. And I had nobody to blame but myself. I was lost the first time I saw him, it was death the first time he kissed me. My heart had submitted to him a long time ago, and now, by the same token, my body will be killed as well. He laughed again, shrill and unnatural,
"Then you certainly will."
I stared at him, pain and hopelessness permeating my soul. But suddenly, I heard a soft voice speaking in my head, the voice of my father, something he told at the age of five, when I first joined Princess Victoria's royal court.
"Marianne, remember, that as the leader of the court you have to be strong, and radiate confidence, even when you don't feel any. The others look to you for support in times of uncertainty. You have to always be strong; the light shining in your heart will always be your guidance. Follow your heart, Marianne, for it will lead you to your destiny."
I laughed inwardly, filled with bitterness. Yes, I had followed my heart, and it had led me to my destiny, but what became of that? The deaths of my friends, the life of my princess, the destruction of the Silver Alliance? Another voice filled my head, this time, the voice of my mother,
"Mary, as a senshi, it is your duty to protect the Silver Alliance, but foremost the Princess, and the Queen. For should everyone else be dead, as long as the Queen or the Princess are alive, there is hope left."
I forced myself to stand, moving forward slowly, feeling tired and old and fragile. But my mother was right, there was still hope left, for the Queen was still alive. I had to stop Kunzite from finding her.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Didn't you say that you wouldn't hinder me anymore?"
he yelled at me. I shook my head slowly, voice husky with unshed tears,
"There is nothing more that holds me to this world, yet my promise to the Royal Family still stands. This is sacred ground, and I cannot let you pass."
He lowered his sword, and stated calmly,
"You do realize that you have no chance of defeating me."
I shrugged,
"That does not matter, for in live and in death, I will serve my princess. To the end of eternity, I belong to Victoria. I'll perform my duty, whether it shall end my life or not."
I swung my sword up, aiming for his heart, and testing his strength. He parried easily, his movements quick and smooth. So, he still had that skill, but I would never let him defeat me without taking him down to Hades with me. We circled each other, our eyes never leaving the blades. Unlike other opponents, he refrained from yelling insults at me, and I knew that he thought it was a waste of breath, like I did. The fact that he so mirrored me in battle made me nervous, for in truth, I could predict his attacks, but he could to the same. I was lighter and more agile than he, but he was stronger and more powerful. This would turn out more than just a battle; it would be speed and flexibility against strength and power, for in battle skills we were evenly matched. Both of us were well-trained and alert, and we knew that this would be a fight to
the death. I stared at his blade, searching for a flicker of movement. By anyone but the best warriors, chest movement usually betrayed the attack or defense motions, except Kunzite was one of the best, and attacked like I did, spontaneously and without warning. Our staring contest continued. Suddenly, I launched myself forward, aiming for his heart. He sidestepped my blade, and I twisted out of the range of his blade, the action also stopping me from losing my balance. I turned just in time to stop his weapon from splitting me in half. I kicked out, my heel driving itself into his stomach, retrieving it
before he could bring his arm down and break my leg. His face showed no emotion, but the way his jaw tensed told me that I had hurt him. I took a shuddering breath; yes, I had won this round, but every blow I landed caused me more pain than I had
thought possible. We moved across the throne room like a pair of ballet dancers, and I cursed under my breath. Besides that kick, neither of us managed to touch the other; it was as if we were fighting a mirror image. Our swords were a white blur in the air, never stopping, never searching for an opening, and always seeking to hurt the other. He dove forward, intending to end my life by destroying my vital organs. I flipped backward, and jumped up into the air. My heel hit him with enough force to break his neck, but he did not react. A cut to his arm, a slice to my thigh, and both of us were panting for stolen breath. We were evenly matched. I swore as I felt sweat dripping into my eyes, blurring my already inaccurate vision. Knowing
that he would kill me the second I wiped my sweat away, I lashed out with my attack, fighting dirty, drawing on the reserve energy I had never had to use before,
"Love and Beauty Shock."
The golden energy balls were deadly at this close range, and it sent him flying back into the wall. I was there in a blink of an eye, sliding my sword into his gut. His aura wavered, returning to its original silver, and his eyes gazed at me with confusion and love.
"Marianne?"
he whispered. I closed my eyes, forcing the tears back, and slowly lowered myself onto the ground. I brought his head onto my lap, staring into those eyes that had haunted my dreams for so many nights.
"I'm sorry I had to do this... "
I said softly, the tears I had held back now beginning to fall like raindrops. He shook his head, grimacing at the movement.
"Don't be, Mary. I'm the one that's sorry. I should have resisted Beryl's brainwashing, I should have... "
I placed a finger against his lips, silencing him. I didn't want us to part in regrets. I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment, before whispering,
"Aishiterou, Kunzite."
His eyes grew wide at that, before he smiled. The next second, his breath stopped, leaving me with the body that lacked a soul. I held the sword tightly in my hands, sending a prayer to the goddess.
"Holy Tower of the Moon, thy goddess who knows all, hear my prayer. Let none of us repeat this pain, let death and destruction lie hidden, until the fates themselves work the wheel of fortune. Let us live in peace and love, wipe our memories of past hatred and agony, give us a new live to start over. Hear your child, oh great goddess, grant the Princess of Love her wish." With that, I gritted my teeth, and opened the veins in my arms with the sword, feeling my life flowing from me. With my dying strength, I crawled over to my lover, putting my arms around him, as my soul left my body and the goddess granted my prayer.
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Chapter 7, also in paragraphs. Ah, both Minako and Kunzite are dead *snif, snif*. They're my personal favourite couple. I cried when I wrote this. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for reading, and please review.
They next chapter will be the last one, the epilogue.
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I did not make up the Sailor Senshi's, they belong to Naoko and everybody else associated with the right. Some of the Inner's name are made by Aurora Eos Rose and used with premission.
This is my own version of the death of the Senshis. Traditonal Senshi/General pairing. If you like the anime-pairings, I'd suggest you run or simply do not read this. No flames, please.
This chapter is mostly about Minako's and Kunzite's fight, which is my personal favourite chapter.
// - flashback
* - thoughts
~ - mind sent
______________________________________________
I slowly let myself fall to the floor, still in shock. Vicky is dead. I repeated the words again and again, but a part of me rebelled, refusing to believe it. I stared at her lovely face, marveling at the deathly parlor, for what seemed like an eternity, until a cold metal pressed against my throat brought me back to the real world.
"Looks like I've caught up with you, angel. Now die!"
I didn't react, yet expected to feel the sword cut into my flesh any moment. Kunzite spoke again, his voice now very curious and surprised,
"Why aren't you defending yourself?"
I turned slowly, not caring that I gave him a perfect opportunity to slash at my throat.
"Why should I fight?"
I asked softly, staring into the steel-gray eyes, the eyes that once had the power to make me melt, of my formal lover.
"Victoria is dead, as you can see, killed by her own hand. What do I have to live for? She was the reason for my life, the reason for me to continue my existence. Now, she's gone, and I cannot survive by myself. Love cannot life without hope."
He stared at me for a moment, then threw back his head and laughed.
"Angel, I managed to survive without you, and you cannot live without your precious princess?"
His smile was mocking.
"What use do you have for a spoiled, bratty princess who can't even protect herself? I should just kill you now, but it's a shame to see you die at such a young age. I'll put a good word in for you with Beryl if you agree to join us."
I stood up, fury boiling in me. My hand flew out like a striking serpent, smacking him across his face. His mocking smile faded, and the fury in his eyes matched my own.
"You know nothing about her, absolutely nothing!"
The words weren't yelled, but hissed through clenched teeth.
"She may be a crybaby and a klutz, but she is the most innocent, selfless person you'll ever know. She'd die before hurting anybody! And I'd rather rot in hell than join that witch!"
I collapsed, crying over the loss of my princess, friends, and love. And I had nobody to blame but myself. I was lost the first time I saw him, it was death the first time he kissed me. My heart had submitted to him a long time ago, and now, by the same token, my body will be killed as well. He laughed again, shrill and unnatural,
"Then you certainly will."
I stared at him, pain and hopelessness permeating my soul. But suddenly, I heard a soft voice speaking in my head, the voice of my father, something he told at the age of five, when I first joined Princess Victoria's royal court.
"Marianne, remember, that as the leader of the court you have to be strong, and radiate confidence, even when you don't feel any. The others look to you for support in times of uncertainty. You have to always be strong; the light shining in your heart will always be your guidance. Follow your heart, Marianne, for it will lead you to your destiny."
I laughed inwardly, filled with bitterness. Yes, I had followed my heart, and it had led me to my destiny, but what became of that? The deaths of my friends, the life of my princess, the destruction of the Silver Alliance? Another voice filled my head, this time, the voice of my mother,
"Mary, as a senshi, it is your duty to protect the Silver Alliance, but foremost the Princess, and the Queen. For should everyone else be dead, as long as the Queen or the Princess are alive, there is hope left."
I forced myself to stand, moving forward slowly, feeling tired and old and fragile. But my mother was right, there was still hope left, for the Queen was still alive. I had to stop Kunzite from finding her.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Didn't you say that you wouldn't hinder me anymore?"
he yelled at me. I shook my head slowly, voice husky with unshed tears,
"There is nothing more that holds me to this world, yet my promise to the Royal Family still stands. This is sacred ground, and I cannot let you pass."
He lowered his sword, and stated calmly,
"You do realize that you have no chance of defeating me."
I shrugged,
"That does not matter, for in live and in death, I will serve my princess. To the end of eternity, I belong to Victoria. I'll perform my duty, whether it shall end my life or not."
I swung my sword up, aiming for his heart, and testing his strength. He parried easily, his movements quick and smooth. So, he still had that skill, but I would never let him defeat me without taking him down to Hades with me. We circled each other, our eyes never leaving the blades. Unlike other opponents, he refrained from yelling insults at me, and I knew that he thought it was a waste of breath, like I did. The fact that he so mirrored me in battle made me nervous, for in truth, I could predict his attacks, but he could to the same. I was lighter and more agile than he, but he was stronger and more powerful. This would turn out more than just a battle; it would be speed and flexibility against strength and power, for in battle skills we were evenly matched. Both of us were well-trained and alert, and we knew that this would be a fight to
the death. I stared at his blade, searching for a flicker of movement. By anyone but the best warriors, chest movement usually betrayed the attack or defense motions, except Kunzite was one of the best, and attacked like I did, spontaneously and without warning. Our staring contest continued. Suddenly, I launched myself forward, aiming for his heart. He sidestepped my blade, and I twisted out of the range of his blade, the action also stopping me from losing my balance. I turned just in time to stop his weapon from splitting me in half. I kicked out, my heel driving itself into his stomach, retrieving it
before he could bring his arm down and break my leg. His face showed no emotion, but the way his jaw tensed told me that I had hurt him. I took a shuddering breath; yes, I had won this round, but every blow I landed caused me more pain than I had
thought possible. We moved across the throne room like a pair of ballet dancers, and I cursed under my breath. Besides that kick, neither of us managed to touch the other; it was as if we were fighting a mirror image. Our swords were a white blur in the air, never stopping, never searching for an opening, and always seeking to hurt the other. He dove forward, intending to end my life by destroying my vital organs. I flipped backward, and jumped up into the air. My heel hit him with enough force to break his neck, but he did not react. A cut to his arm, a slice to my thigh, and both of us were panting for stolen breath. We were evenly matched. I swore as I felt sweat dripping into my eyes, blurring my already inaccurate vision. Knowing
that he would kill me the second I wiped my sweat away, I lashed out with my attack, fighting dirty, drawing on the reserve energy I had never had to use before,
"Love and Beauty Shock."
The golden energy balls were deadly at this close range, and it sent him flying back into the wall. I was there in a blink of an eye, sliding my sword into his gut. His aura wavered, returning to its original silver, and his eyes gazed at me with confusion and love.
"Marianne?"
he whispered. I closed my eyes, forcing the tears back, and slowly lowered myself onto the ground. I brought his head onto my lap, staring into those eyes that had haunted my dreams for so many nights.
"I'm sorry I had to do this... "
I said softly, the tears I had held back now beginning to fall like raindrops. He shook his head, grimacing at the movement.
"Don't be, Mary. I'm the one that's sorry. I should have resisted Beryl's brainwashing, I should have... "
I placed a finger against his lips, silencing him. I didn't want us to part in regrets. I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment, before whispering,
"Aishiterou, Kunzite."
His eyes grew wide at that, before he smiled. The next second, his breath stopped, leaving me with the body that lacked a soul. I held the sword tightly in my hands, sending a prayer to the goddess.
"Holy Tower of the Moon, thy goddess who knows all, hear my prayer. Let none of us repeat this pain, let death and destruction lie hidden, until the fates themselves work the wheel of fortune. Let us live in peace and love, wipe our memories of past hatred and agony, give us a new live to start over. Hear your child, oh great goddess, grant the Princess of Love her wish." With that, I gritted my teeth, and opened the veins in my arms with the sword, feeling my life flowing from me. With my dying strength, I crawled over to my lover, putting my arms around him, as my soul left my body and the goddess granted my prayer.
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Chapter 7, also in paragraphs. Ah, both Minako and Kunzite are dead *snif, snif*. They're my personal favourite couple. I cried when I wrote this. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for reading, and please review.
They next chapter will be the last one, the epilogue.