Eien no Rekka - Chapter Four
by Angel Eternal
email: angel_eternal_01@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailormoon


~Flashback~

The two figures on the parapet was the wildest quicksilver. One was
dark, the other fire incarnate. Both were lithe and lean, with the bodies
of trained warriors and the moves to match. The man stood a head taller,
but the difference offered no advantage. He wore black, wool, cotton,
leather and mail. He looked ready to ride to battle.
The woman wore red, her pants made of leather, and her billowing shirt
made of the finest silk. The outfit was tailored to her petite body, strangely
feminine and masculine at the same time. Her hair was flowing ebony, 
blacker than his clothing.
Swords clashed high, low, then the woman lunged to full extesnion, 
apparently intending to peirce her opponent's heart. Only that heart
wasn't there to recieve the fatal blow. The man had spun away and
ended up behind her. He grabbed her wrist, the hand holding her 
sword, he twisted it behind her, pulling her into his embrace.
Swiftly, she twisted out of his grasp, and once more lunged. He hoped
clear as best he could, both swords moving too fast for follow, as 
every attack - his to hers as much as the reverse - met its parry.
Then suddenly, her sword flashed, sending his into the air. Gracefully,
she flipped backwards, and caught his sword. In a blink, she had both
swords crossed at his throat.
Stunned, all he could do was blink. Seeing his expression, she laughed.
"Priceless!" she withdrew the swords.
He sighed, and bowed to her. "You are talented. You are not like any
other hime." 
She laughed again. "I was so tempted to incinerate you...but as promised
didn't." then she shook her head. "Of course I'm not like any other hime."
He smiled at her wryly. "Arigato Your Highness."
She frowned, "You have my permission to call me by name."
He shook his head, "I think not hime." with that he walked away.

~End Flashback~

He shook his head, trying to clear his head. He had to stop thinking 
about it...but in this darkness, his memories was all that he had. He 
reached out to her once more. She was so distant - so cold. What
had happened? He fervently hoped that no harm had befallen her.
He strained once more to reach out to her...
There...a glimmer of fire...he caught hold of the weak yet fiery strand.
Laborously - he struggled to reach her...

*		*		*

She lay shivering on her bed. He made a move to cover her thin
shoulders. Dismayed, he was startled to see his hands pass through
the thin material. He frowned as he gazed down at her. Her cheeks
were streaked with dried tears. Dark, lush lashes lay on a pallid cheek.
She was almost painfully thin. He wanted to take care of her, to hold
her, make sure that she never had to shed unhappy tears.
But there was nothing he could do. He knelt beside her, she leaned
close to a shell-like ear.
'Rei...Koishi...can you hear me?'
She stirred, and moved closer to him.
'Hear me my flame, keeper of my heart...I need you...You need me...
Help me koishi...help me...' his time was running out. He could feel it -
he was being pulled away. He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss
on her soft red lips. She sighed as he kissed her, and for a moment he
was filled with her warm breath. Then she turned away and he was being
pulled away...

*		*		*

He had to reach her. He had to make her know...he could not last
longer in this psyedo hell. He had to be close to her, hold her. He cannot
survive this.



Another short chapter ne? Gomen nasai...I had to end it there. More
mystery...oh well!
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