Weak
Title: Weak
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Mina/Kunz
Theme: Melting
Rating: PG
A/N: This was super hard to write, I'm not very good at Minako. Any pointers would be much appreciated. Same story arc as the first two.
The first thing she did when she woke up after the initial night of memories was to systematically destroy ever silver piece of metal she owned, twisting and disfiguring each piece until the only thing they resembled was her soul.
Using her power over metal was easy when she was this….heartbroken?
Minako blinked away tears with a trace of shock. Her? Heartbroken? Impossible. You had to be in love to be heartbroken. And Minako was not in love with anyone. She was the Goddess of Love, she would know if she was or not.
Or at least she told herself so as her silver jewelry box crumpled in on itself.
Later, whilst looking at the remnants of her destruction, she resolved herself that she would not get carried away again.
After all, showing emotion was weak.
‘Or at least that’s what you told me right before you killed me, right, Kunz?’ she thought sarcastically as she proceeded to dress, belatedly noting that her guardian was not in the room.
He must have gone over to the temple to tell Luna that she had regained her memories.
Taking one last look in what was left of her mirror, she headed off.
Arriving at the Crown, she cheerfully waved at the others and set off to find her prey.
It was despicably easy: in one round of Sailor V she had an “expert” next to her, giving her pointers and looking down her shirt whenever he could get the chance. She just smiled brightly at him, and she could positively feel him melting at her feet.
She held her forced smile as he stumblingly asked her out to dinner. It was cute with others, but if you wanted Minako, stumbling was not an option. After all, he had never stumbled. The smile fell for only a split second before returning, now coupled with a slightly-frenzied look.
Seeing his baffled look is what made her start giggling.
She giggled at her own foolishness. Of course she despised men tripping over themselves: she had been subconsciously remembering her love for him!
Her laughing was now borderline hysterical; and she quickly left the Crown, registering but uncaring of the concerned blue eyes that followed her out the door.
Walking down the street, she still smiled through the tears.
Because, after all, showing emotion was weak, no matter how much you felt, or how much you loved.
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Mina/Kunz
Theme: Melting
Rating: PG
A/N: This was super hard to write, I'm not very good at Minako. Any pointers would be much appreciated. Same story arc as the first two.
The first thing she did when she woke up after the initial night of memories was to systematically destroy ever silver piece of metal she owned, twisting and disfiguring each piece until the only thing they resembled was her soul.
Using her power over metal was easy when she was this….heartbroken?
Minako blinked away tears with a trace of shock. Her? Heartbroken? Impossible. You had to be in love to be heartbroken. And Minako was not in love with anyone. She was the Goddess of Love, she would know if she was or not.
Or at least she told herself so as her silver jewelry box crumpled in on itself.
Later, whilst looking at the remnants of her destruction, she resolved herself that she would not get carried away again.
After all, showing emotion was weak.
‘Or at least that’s what you told me right before you killed me, right, Kunz?’ she thought sarcastically as she proceeded to dress, belatedly noting that her guardian was not in the room.
He must have gone over to the temple to tell Luna that she had regained her memories.
Taking one last look in what was left of her mirror, she headed off.
Arriving at the Crown, she cheerfully waved at the others and set off to find her prey.
It was despicably easy: in one round of Sailor V she had an “expert” next to her, giving her pointers and looking down her shirt whenever he could get the chance. She just smiled brightly at him, and she could positively feel him melting at her feet.
She held her forced smile as he stumblingly asked her out to dinner. It was cute with others, but if you wanted Minako, stumbling was not an option. After all, he had never stumbled. The smile fell for only a split second before returning, now coupled with a slightly-frenzied look.
Seeing his baffled look is what made her start giggling.
She giggled at her own foolishness. Of course she despised men tripping over themselves: she had been subconsciously remembering her love for him!
Her laughing was now borderline hysterical; and she quickly left the Crown, registering but uncaring of the concerned blue eyes that followed her out the door.
Walking down the street, she still smiled through the tears.
Because, after all, showing emotion was weak, no matter how much you felt, or how much you loved.