Pt.6 A New Beginning
It was a week later on New Year’s Eve that Mina saw Kunzite again. During that time, she spoke with Usagi and Mamoru who explained that they had actually known about the return of the Shitennou for quite some time. Somehow Mina had been the last one among all of the other girls to find out that they had been released from Metallia’s curse with the rebirth of the Galaxy Cauldron. It had been difficult for her to accept at first, not sure of how she felt about the four men - especially their leader. He had been everything to her in the Silver Millennium and had almost been the end of her in this life.
So for New Year’s Eve, Mamoru and Usagi rented out a hotel ballroom and invited their friends, family and co-workers. At first Mina had refused to go, but Usagi insisted that there would be so many people that she would not have to speak with Kunzite if she didn’t want to. In fact, there would be so many people that she probably wouldn’t even see him! Begrudgingly, Mina finally acquiesced to go and managed to convince herself that she only wore her best dress because she had already bought it months ago for this party and didn’t want to go out of her way for him.
Around eleven o’clock and after more drinks that Mina could count, she found herself next to the one person that she wanted to avoid more than anyone. She sat alone at the bar, an empty martini glass rested in one hand while her other hand supported her head. The sound of his deep rumbling voice as he spoke with the bartender was enough to pull her out of her reverie. “A water?” she laughed. “It’s New Year’s frickin’ Eve and you’re drinking a water?” Her hand waved sloppily at the water bottle in his hand.
The slur in her speech was enough to let him know that she had obviously chosen to have more than just the one alcoholic drink that rested in her hand. “Does it matter what I drink?” he asked her.
“You just have to be so perfect don’t you,” she suddenly looked up to him and almost lost her balance on the stool. “Always so in control, always so much better than the rest of us.”
“Perhaps we should save this argument for another day when you’ve had less to drink,” he said calmly.
“You were supposed to stay dead,” she hissed.
“I had no say in the matter.”
Her eyes looked him over and took in his features, remembering the fine lines and details of his face that she had once spent so much time studying and committing to memory. He could see the unshed tears pooling in her eyes, leaving him feeling remorseful that he wasn’t able to say the words that he had been wanting to say to her for a millennia. So instead he stood by helplessly while she rose from her seat and walked out of the room. Before he could talk himself out of it, he took off after her and rushed out in the hallway to find her wiping the tears from her eyes with her fingertips, mindful not to smear the smoky eye shadow she had so carefully applied. As she turned to face him, his hands cupped her cheeks, pulling her facing to his as he firmly pressed his lips to her own. For a moment he was afraid that she would push him away but felt relief when she instead returned the kiss.
So for New Year’s Eve, Mamoru and Usagi rented out a hotel ballroom and invited their friends, family and co-workers. At first Mina had refused to go, but Usagi insisted that there would be so many people that she would not have to speak with Kunzite if she didn’t want to. In fact, there would be so many people that she probably wouldn’t even see him! Begrudgingly, Mina finally acquiesced to go and managed to convince herself that she only wore her best dress because she had already bought it months ago for this party and didn’t want to go out of her way for him.
Around eleven o’clock and after more drinks that Mina could count, she found herself next to the one person that she wanted to avoid more than anyone. She sat alone at the bar, an empty martini glass rested in one hand while her other hand supported her head. The sound of his deep rumbling voice as he spoke with the bartender was enough to pull her out of her reverie. “A water?” she laughed. “It’s New Year’s frickin’ Eve and you’re drinking a water?” Her hand waved sloppily at the water bottle in his hand.
The slur in her speech was enough to let him know that she had obviously chosen to have more than just the one alcoholic drink that rested in her hand. “Does it matter what I drink?” he asked her.
“You just have to be so perfect don’t you,” she suddenly looked up to him and almost lost her balance on the stool. “Always so in control, always so much better than the rest of us.”
“Perhaps we should save this argument for another day when you’ve had less to drink,” he said calmly.
“You were supposed to stay dead,” she hissed.
“I had no say in the matter.”
Her eyes looked him over and took in his features, remembering the fine lines and details of his face that she had once spent so much time studying and committing to memory. He could see the unshed tears pooling in her eyes, leaving him feeling remorseful that he wasn’t able to say the words that he had been wanting to say to her for a millennia. So instead he stood by helplessly while she rose from her seat and walked out of the room. Before he could talk himself out of it, he took off after her and rushed out in the hallway to find her wiping the tears from her eyes with her fingertips, mindful not to smear the smoky eye shadow she had so carefully applied. As she turned to face him, his hands cupped her cheeks, pulling her facing to his as he firmly pressed his lips to her own. For a moment he was afraid that she would push him away but felt relief when she instead returned the kiss.