Post by dacapo on Feb 2, 2008 3:52:42 GMT -5
Kunzite looked up into the blackness of the place he had fallen into. Days had passed, and he was starving, since no food was ever brought in. His tongue was threatening to stick to the roof of his mouth, as there was no water.
Out of pride I will not shout 'refresh'...
He remembered those words, and his plea to Zoisite to guide him to his drifting soul... a cry which was unheard. Kunzite would have given anything just to see those bright green eyes, feel his slight body in his arms, hear his sweet voice.
"Zoisite..." he rasped, "Please... please tell me where you are..."
Kunzite buried his head in his lap, and wept, unable to make tears. His nose had grown accustomed to the smell of sweat and filth, and he had long forgotten what it was like to even taste food. Was this hell?
The disgrased king made his way to one corner, wrapped his dirty cape around himself, trying to fall asleep. It was all in vain, for sleep would not come even after all these nights. Losing hope, Kunzite got up to his feet and banged his head against the wall, harder, harder, trying to bash it in. Dying would be better than this.
"Kill me... please... kill me... kill... me..." Kunzite sobbed, as the pain grew increasingly unbearable.
Days went by, no sleep, no food, no water... after awhile, the king just lay there, not caring if he was laying in filth or not. All hope was slipping away. What could it have been like had he just allowed himself to heal?
Again, Kunzite closed his eyes, and the lids stuck to them, as his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. It was over. He was destined to lay there, at the bottom of the darkness in disgrace, for all eternity. At this realisation, his heart began to crumble to dust.
The soft, light touch of a hand startled him. It felt cool, oh-so-wonderfully refreshing, spreading through his body with every caress to his face.
"Shhhh..." a voice whispered, as someone gently took the pathetic shell of a king in her embrace.
Kunzite was too weak to respond; all he could do was rest in the bosum of his saviour, and finally fall asleep.
He woke up to the sound of a woman singing, and felt... water... around himself. The herbal smell of soaps and bath oils was heavenly, invigorating his pathetic withered body. Gentle hands lovingly washed him, and combed his matted, filthy hair... where was he?
Finally, Kunzite felt himself being lifted out of the water and carried to a soft bed. His saviour tilted his head up and held something to his lips, and whispered "Drink this... "
The king, somehow trusting this kind being, opened his parched lips, and gratefully drank the sweet water which flowed in. As he drank, Kunzite could feel some of the strength returning to his body, and his tongue slowly being freed from his palate. Then, his rescuer took the empty cup and laid the king back down on the wonderfully soft pillow. Kunzite ran his fingers over the bedding before falling asleep again.
A delicious smell woke him, and the king felt a spoon being placed in his mouth, and tasted a warm, thin porridge. The taste revitalized him more, for he had not eaten in days. After eating two bowls of this, Kunzite again let sleep claim him.
For days, Kunzite lay in bed, only sleeping and eating. All his needs were taken care of, food, bathing, dressing... he didn't dare move much, feeling too weak still to even talk.
One day, a kiss on his eyes woke the king from one of his long slumbers. For the first time since he was rescued, Kunzite opened his eyes to see the glowing form of an odango-haired woman.
"Queen... Serenity...?" Kunzite whispered, uttering his first words in seemingly an eternity.
The form nodded, and took him in her arms, holding the king like a child. She fed him some broth, then helped him into clothes made of simple gray fabric.
As the king looked around, he saw that the room was a quaint old cabin, with a small bed covered in worn-yet-clean quilts. What was this place where he had been taken? Was this... heaven...?
"Serenity..." he whispered, "I don't deserve this... please... kill me..."
Serenity gently stroked his face and kissed his forehead, then replied, "I cannot kill you... for you would go back to that very same place, for all eternity..."
"I killed you... I should not live..."
Serenity helped Kunzite out of bed, slowly bringing his feet to the carpeted floor. She draped one of his arms around her shoulder, and supporting him, told the former king, "Walk..."
Hesitating at first, Kunzite took a small step, and then another at Serenity's prodding. It felt humiliating, but it was better than laying awake forever, hungry, thirsty, a shell of what he was.
"Where is Zoisite," Kunzite finally asked.
"He is not in that void, nor is he here," Serenity replied, "You will have to find him once you are returned to earth..."
"Where am I then?"
Serenity smiled at him.
"You do not need to know"
"Where is he?" Kunzite demanded, losing some patience with the ghost-queen.
"Your heart will find him," Serenity replied, "For the song of the Dark Cherry will guide you"
"What does that mean?" Kunzite growled.
Serenity turned him so he faced her, then reached into the left side of his chest. At this, Kunzite cried out, feeling this strange pain, before falling backwards.
"What have you done to me?" he cried out, inching away from the glowing spirit.
"I have taken the toll," Serenity answered, her voice filled with sadness, "You chose darkness over healing, and while you are forgiven, a toll must be paid for you to cross to the world of the living..."
"Toll..." Kunzite breathed, feeling a gut-wrenching panic growing inside him.
"I delayed this as I have delayed rescuing you, for otherwise you would have resisted me," Serenity explained, tears runnin down her cheeks, "And now, since you have rejected light, so it shall be your enemy..."
Kunzite backed away further, and ran into the wall. Gentle arms embraced him, and Serenity's kiss spread a healing coolness throughout his body. He gave in to the feeling, falling into a peaceful sleep. As he slept, Kunzite drempt of holding Zoisite again, and dancing joyously with his love in a grove of blossoming cherry trees.
...song of the dark cherry... song of the dark cherry... a voice whispered to the king in those dreams, until he opened his eyes to see a bright light shining down on him.
As he woke up further, Kunzite noticed a bright red rash on his skin, and looked up to see Queen Beryl, and several demons from the Dark Kingdom. When he looked again, they were gone, and instead, Sailor Moon stood over his bed, with Endymion by her side. The king hallucinated all night, before falling asleep again, the memories of the little cabin melting away.
The next time he woke up, a doctor was by his side, discussing something with another. The room was dim, and the curtains were closed. Kunzite sat up and felt the pull of something inside his pelvic area, giving him a sensation of having to relieve himself.
Looking around, Kunzite tried to get out of bed, but the doctors restrained him.
"Where am I?" he asked, "And how did I get here?"
"You've been hallucinating, Habib," one of the doctors explained, using the civilian name Kunzite had gone by when he worked for the Dark Kingdom.
"You have a form of Porphyria that makes you essentially allergic to light," the other doctor added, "Which is why the room is dim"
"The light shall be my enemy..." Kunzite whispered, remembering something from a dream.
The doctors exchanged puzzled looks, while Kunzite lay back in bed, pondering the situation. He had been revived, somehow... and now, he was going to find Zoisite.
"The song of the dark cherry..." he whispered, barely audible to the doctors who were leaving the room.
As soon as he could get out of the hospital, Habib Jabir would find his lover. He knew his name, his civilian identity... Adrian Kirsch...
... the Dark Cherry...
Out of pride I will not shout 'refresh'...
He remembered those words, and his plea to Zoisite to guide him to his drifting soul... a cry which was unheard. Kunzite would have given anything just to see those bright green eyes, feel his slight body in his arms, hear his sweet voice.
"Zoisite..." he rasped, "Please... please tell me where you are..."
Kunzite buried his head in his lap, and wept, unable to make tears. His nose had grown accustomed to the smell of sweat and filth, and he had long forgotten what it was like to even taste food. Was this hell?
The disgrased king made his way to one corner, wrapped his dirty cape around himself, trying to fall asleep. It was all in vain, for sleep would not come even after all these nights. Losing hope, Kunzite got up to his feet and banged his head against the wall, harder, harder, trying to bash it in. Dying would be better than this.
"Kill me... please... kill me... kill... me..." Kunzite sobbed, as the pain grew increasingly unbearable.
Days went by, no sleep, no food, no water... after awhile, the king just lay there, not caring if he was laying in filth or not. All hope was slipping away. What could it have been like had he just allowed himself to heal?
Again, Kunzite closed his eyes, and the lids stuck to them, as his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. It was over. He was destined to lay there, at the bottom of the darkness in disgrace, for all eternity. At this realisation, his heart began to crumble to dust.
The soft, light touch of a hand startled him. It felt cool, oh-so-wonderfully refreshing, spreading through his body with every caress to his face.
"Shhhh..." a voice whispered, as someone gently took the pathetic shell of a king in her embrace.
Kunzite was too weak to respond; all he could do was rest in the bosum of his saviour, and finally fall asleep.
He woke up to the sound of a woman singing, and felt... water... around himself. The herbal smell of soaps and bath oils was heavenly, invigorating his pathetic withered body. Gentle hands lovingly washed him, and combed his matted, filthy hair... where was he?
Finally, Kunzite felt himself being lifted out of the water and carried to a soft bed. His saviour tilted his head up and held something to his lips, and whispered "Drink this... "
The king, somehow trusting this kind being, opened his parched lips, and gratefully drank the sweet water which flowed in. As he drank, Kunzite could feel some of the strength returning to his body, and his tongue slowly being freed from his palate. Then, his rescuer took the empty cup and laid the king back down on the wonderfully soft pillow. Kunzite ran his fingers over the bedding before falling asleep again.
A delicious smell woke him, and the king felt a spoon being placed in his mouth, and tasted a warm, thin porridge. The taste revitalized him more, for he had not eaten in days. After eating two bowls of this, Kunzite again let sleep claim him.
For days, Kunzite lay in bed, only sleeping and eating. All his needs were taken care of, food, bathing, dressing... he didn't dare move much, feeling too weak still to even talk.
One day, a kiss on his eyes woke the king from one of his long slumbers. For the first time since he was rescued, Kunzite opened his eyes to see the glowing form of an odango-haired woman.
"Queen... Serenity...?" Kunzite whispered, uttering his first words in seemingly an eternity.
The form nodded, and took him in her arms, holding the king like a child. She fed him some broth, then helped him into clothes made of simple gray fabric.
As the king looked around, he saw that the room was a quaint old cabin, with a small bed covered in worn-yet-clean quilts. What was this place where he had been taken? Was this... heaven...?
"Serenity..." he whispered, "I don't deserve this... please... kill me..."
Serenity gently stroked his face and kissed his forehead, then replied, "I cannot kill you... for you would go back to that very same place, for all eternity..."
"I killed you... I should not live..."
Serenity helped Kunzite out of bed, slowly bringing his feet to the carpeted floor. She draped one of his arms around her shoulder, and supporting him, told the former king, "Walk..."
Hesitating at first, Kunzite took a small step, and then another at Serenity's prodding. It felt humiliating, but it was better than laying awake forever, hungry, thirsty, a shell of what he was.
"Where is Zoisite," Kunzite finally asked.
"He is not in that void, nor is he here," Serenity replied, "You will have to find him once you are returned to earth..."
"Where am I then?"
Serenity smiled at him.
"You do not need to know"
"Where is he?" Kunzite demanded, losing some patience with the ghost-queen.
"Your heart will find him," Serenity replied, "For the song of the Dark Cherry will guide you"
"What does that mean?" Kunzite growled.
Serenity turned him so he faced her, then reached into the left side of his chest. At this, Kunzite cried out, feeling this strange pain, before falling backwards.
"What have you done to me?" he cried out, inching away from the glowing spirit.
"I have taken the toll," Serenity answered, her voice filled with sadness, "You chose darkness over healing, and while you are forgiven, a toll must be paid for you to cross to the world of the living..."
"Toll..." Kunzite breathed, feeling a gut-wrenching panic growing inside him.
"I delayed this as I have delayed rescuing you, for otherwise you would have resisted me," Serenity explained, tears runnin down her cheeks, "And now, since you have rejected light, so it shall be your enemy..."
Kunzite backed away further, and ran into the wall. Gentle arms embraced him, and Serenity's kiss spread a healing coolness throughout his body. He gave in to the feeling, falling into a peaceful sleep. As he slept, Kunzite drempt of holding Zoisite again, and dancing joyously with his love in a grove of blossoming cherry trees.
...song of the dark cherry... song of the dark cherry... a voice whispered to the king in those dreams, until he opened his eyes to see a bright light shining down on him.
As he woke up further, Kunzite noticed a bright red rash on his skin, and looked up to see Queen Beryl, and several demons from the Dark Kingdom. When he looked again, they were gone, and instead, Sailor Moon stood over his bed, with Endymion by her side. The king hallucinated all night, before falling asleep again, the memories of the little cabin melting away.
The next time he woke up, a doctor was by his side, discussing something with another. The room was dim, and the curtains were closed. Kunzite sat up and felt the pull of something inside his pelvic area, giving him a sensation of having to relieve himself.
Looking around, Kunzite tried to get out of bed, but the doctors restrained him.
"Where am I?" he asked, "And how did I get here?"
"You've been hallucinating, Habib," one of the doctors explained, using the civilian name Kunzite had gone by when he worked for the Dark Kingdom.
"You have a form of Porphyria that makes you essentially allergic to light," the other doctor added, "Which is why the room is dim"
"The light shall be my enemy..." Kunzite whispered, remembering something from a dream.
The doctors exchanged puzzled looks, while Kunzite lay back in bed, pondering the situation. He had been revived, somehow... and now, he was going to find Zoisite.
"The song of the dark cherry..." he whispered, barely audible to the doctors who were leaving the room.
As soon as he could get out of the hospital, Habib Jabir would find his lover. He knew his name, his civilian identity... Adrian Kirsch...
... the Dark Cherry...