Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Sailor X ❯ Decision ( Chapter 14 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

By: Eirwen

Sailor X

Decision

Pietro shook his head looking outside the institute. Hotaru had been a mutant all along and had not even been suspect to any of the groups but he was worried, she had collapsed. He looked at his left arm, it still ached but was mostly healed, and he smiled softly before sighing. The X-men no doubt would tell her about what had been between them in the past, and he was sure Hotaru would choose their side.

He had been in the hopes of having a friend not in danger from their dispute but it seemed it was too good to be true. He paused wondering if he should leave the bag outside the gate, but it would be in danger of being stolen. Making his decision, he carefully maneuvered it between the bars and through it some distance in, it would hopefully reach her. Pietro disappeared in a blur in front of the mansion.

She stared at the space around her, ruins and death lay scattered throughout the field around her, over stepping the carcass in front of her, she passed without a glance. The skeleton of a man laid hanging in a dilapidated column pair, the skeleton bound by old cloth and armor. The atmosphere was thin, too thin for her liking, it was irritating her nose, a stinging sensation she could not identify.

Grinning at her work she stared to move slowly toward the palace, it was standing but it no longer spelled hope, the white marble now a dirty gray and overgrown with vines. She heard a rustle from next to her; she turned quickly, a boy no older in appearance than she was trying to get away from her. She quickly moved toward the boy who lay terrified looking at her.

She raised her weapon, “Goddess! Please have mercy!” he called terrified. Lowering her weapon she stared at him. The weapon vanished from her hold; she took two steps back from him. “Thank you, Goddess!”

She cocked her head to the side, had she been away so long that he thought her a goddess? “Identify yourself.” She said in a cool tone.

“I am Smille,(say however you want) goddess.” He said in a cowering voice, the goddess had not killed him yet for trespassing on her grounds but how long that was to remain he didn't know.

She nodded looking around she passed a skeleton and took a sword from the body, bones crunching beneath her shoes. She tossed the sword next to the boy, “Tell your village I desire this place cleaned, all warriors are to be buried honorably but do not enter the grounds of the palace.” She paused then went to him placing her hands on him, “You are weak.” She stated.

The boy nodded, he had barely any food and drink in his village, his father worked but could barely support them. He had crossed the forbidden realm in hopes of find something he could sell to aid his family. The Goddess grabbed him lifting him easily to his feet. He looked in wonder as her clothing changed into that of an elegant gown, not even the noble ladies who crossed into his village every harvest to see the villagers wore cloth so elegant.

“Follow me, bring the sword.” She ordered; he did so not daring to disobey. It was a long walk to the palace; the old courtyard was overgrown from the few plants which once lived there. The pool in the middle lay strewn with murky water only an eighth high of the original volume.

Smille looked in awe as the palace doors were opened, inside was a beautiful sight, although the outside lay in ruins the interior was still in pristine condition. He followed her up several stairs into a room which was at least as large as his home. She motioned for him to sit on one of the seats, he was filthy compared to the seats but sat down feeling as he was contaminating them.

She vanished from his sight into a door and he thought about her appearance. The goddess was exotic in a way but still close to the people he had seen. His people all were fair haired or brown but she had hair dark as night. Her eyes too were different, she had the oddest eyes he had ever seen, they appeared too have been something darker than blue, he had never seen the color before except on the nobles' clothing and even then it was rare. (Violet)

She appeared again, clothing in her arms, she stopped in front of him. “There is a bathing room beyond that door,” She pointed to the southern edge of the room where a door stood. “Follow the hall until you reach the bathing room at the end, do not linger in the other rooms, there is evil in this place and I will not be responsible if it has manifested in to a beast and destroys you.” She gave him the clothing, “Be hasty, I do not desire to wait for you.”

She watched the boy go quickly, she was displeased, before her death the people all had enough to eat, even the poorest but he was starved in her view. Growling she headed toward the seats, settling down, she closed her eyes. The insignia on her forehead glowed softly. “I am destruction and rebirth.” She mused quietly. “What was I called though?” She had not recovered all of her memories from her previous lives. “Saturn.” That is my name she declared to the room. It did not matter if it was not in the past; she was to be called that from here after.

The boy returned after twenty minutes his hair was now a startling white and he was cleaner but the clothes remained too baggy. He looked out of place in the clothes; the dark pants and dark shirt were too formal from what he previously wore. Her crest was etched into the right on the breast. “Smille,” She called raising herself up, “you are hereby my newest lord in this area.” She looked at the surprise on his face, it mattered not, she thought, she had to look over the other moons as soon as she could, and the boy felt trust worthy enough.

The condition of this moon did not please her at all and she worried for the others hoping they had not fallen into such decline. “You will eat, and then you will leave to your village and tell them my orders, the men buried honorably and the monstrosities destroyed. I will see to it you all are properly taken care of if it is done.” Her eyes darkened as she stared at him. “Do not cross into my palace, only you may by yourself. There will be food for you in the kitchen.” She said then looked at the star filled sky; there was much work to do.

Saturn shot up, awake. Her eyes wide she looked around, she was surrounded by men and woman, why were they around her? She thought before her mind cleared. She was Hotaru she remembered. The youma, she recalled, her hands involuntarily went to her neck rubbing the place where she had felt the hands. Why had she dreamt of the past so long ago? She grimaced internally. She had too long called on her powers to the point of mediocrity but no more. She was alone and she had three sides to play, she would defeat the enemy alone if she needed too.

The queen would not understand, no she was too much in the side of creation, she did not truly understand destruction and death as she did. The queen had to stay out of the situation she decided. She had first to deal with these mutants, they would worry if she vanished too often, and it was time for her to start planning the offensive and not just the defensive.