sm_monthly Dec 20 theme
Oh the joys of Kyoko/Kunzite interaction fic. Oh the unlikeliness of me actually writting all the December themes. I wrote nine in three days. That puts me at ten out of thirty-one. Actually not bad (except it's the 29th. Maybe I'll finish them by the end of January).
Title: Beautiful
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Shitennou--Piano
Genre: Gen
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
On the question of Kunzite and more so the question of keeping Kunzite from killing her right off.
Did she have anything he wanted?
What did he values? Power, which she did not have or she would not be bothering worrying in the first place.
She flicked ash from the end of her cigarette impatiently. The first three Shitennou she had contended with (on her terms, always on her terms or she’d have been dead months ago), but now they were dead (no, Jadeite’s not dead; I’m sure, else she could not rescue him, else everything was in vain) and she had to deal with Kunzite directly.
What else? she wondered with irritation, breathing smoke and tapping her cigarette against the arm of her chair. She probably should be using an ashtray. She didn’t care.
What else? Beauty. In all the short amount she had heard him speak it was clearly his favorite word.
Kyoko found herself smiling. She could work with that.
*
It wasn’t often his youma passed along notes to him. She hadn’t opened it, rightfully fearing for her life if she broke the seal of a letter meant for her master.
The best of her description was a human girl with orange hair. Zoi-Zoisite had on one occasion mentioned an amusing human girl who badgered him for information and knew more than anyone had any right to. Kunzite had never cared enough to follow up on that loose end and neither had anyone else.
The note said “Juuban Concert Hall, 2 a.m.” Beryl had retired for the night, with Endymion, leaving him at loose ends. He wandered the foggy hallways of the Dark Kingdom, occasionally looking down and being surprised each time to find the note still in his hand.
Maybe it was from Sailor Venus. This seemed like something she would do. He could have readied himself for a fight. He didn’t, really. He was just tired.
*
He heard the music long before he saw her, the moment he emerged from his teleport and maybe even before.
Grand pianos were not a very common commodity in the Dark Kingdom. Besides, no one would have been able to play one even if they had one.
She, Kunzite had to admit, was good. The music was beautiful.
The song was neither upbeat nor sexual nor sad. It was enchanting. Otherworldly. If Kunzite had not been able to sense magic and sense there was none here, he would have thought there was a spell being cast.
Beautiful.
It took him much longer to even notice the pianist. She had made no sign of noticing him come in and now he realized her eyes were closed and there was no street music resting on the sleek ebony piano face. The long strands of hair were orange as promised, but here eyebrows were black. A good, recent dye job then. The back of her black, leather trench coat had a huge monarch butterfly, wings outstretched, painstakingly embroidered on it. It was beautiful, if the most beautiful thing about the girl. She looked like a half-grown brat and should have been gawky. She wasn’t, though. Her movement was smooth as her fingers danced over the ivory keys and her feet emerged just enough from her long black skirt to smoothly press petals (strappy black sandals, but not heels).
Sensible shoes, he noted. What a stupid thing to note. He tried to remember what he had heard about her in the past. All he could come up with was fire and guns. He hadn’t cared then. He didn’t care now. There were assuredly guns under that orange button-up blouse in easy reach.
The piece concluded. She opened her eyes to see him and quickly suppressed her surprised.
He didn’t speak. She didn’t speak. She had one hand on her arm, ready to draw that gun he knew was there, the other hand resting lightly on the keys.
The silence stretched indefinitely.
Shitennou did not ask, did not say please. They made decisions and gave orders. He was the only Shitennou left. “Play.”
She played.
It was beautiful.
Title: Beautiful
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Shitennou--Piano
Genre: Gen
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
On the question of Kunzite and more so the question of keeping Kunzite from killing her right off.
Did she have anything he wanted?
What did he values? Power, which she did not have or she would not be bothering worrying in the first place.
She flicked ash from the end of her cigarette impatiently. The first three Shitennou she had contended with (on her terms, always on her terms or she’d have been dead months ago), but now they were dead (no, Jadeite’s not dead; I’m sure, else she could not rescue him, else everything was in vain) and she had to deal with Kunzite directly.
What else? she wondered with irritation, breathing smoke and tapping her cigarette against the arm of her chair. She probably should be using an ashtray. She didn’t care.
What else? Beauty. In all the short amount she had heard him speak it was clearly his favorite word.
Kyoko found herself smiling. She could work with that.
*
It wasn’t often his youma passed along notes to him. She hadn’t opened it, rightfully fearing for her life if she broke the seal of a letter meant for her master.
The best of her description was a human girl with orange hair. Zoi-Zoisite had on one occasion mentioned an amusing human girl who badgered him for information and knew more than anyone had any right to. Kunzite had never cared enough to follow up on that loose end and neither had anyone else.
The note said “Juuban Concert Hall, 2 a.m.” Beryl had retired for the night, with Endymion, leaving him at loose ends. He wandered the foggy hallways of the Dark Kingdom, occasionally looking down and being surprised each time to find the note still in his hand.
Maybe it was from Sailor Venus. This seemed like something she would do. He could have readied himself for a fight. He didn’t, really. He was just tired.
*
He heard the music long before he saw her, the moment he emerged from his teleport and maybe even before.
Grand pianos were not a very common commodity in the Dark Kingdom. Besides, no one would have been able to play one even if they had one.
She, Kunzite had to admit, was good. The music was beautiful.
The song was neither upbeat nor sexual nor sad. It was enchanting. Otherworldly. If Kunzite had not been able to sense magic and sense there was none here, he would have thought there was a spell being cast.
Beautiful.
It took him much longer to even notice the pianist. She had made no sign of noticing him come in and now he realized her eyes were closed and there was no street music resting on the sleek ebony piano face. The long strands of hair were orange as promised, but here eyebrows were black. A good, recent dye job then. The back of her black, leather trench coat had a huge monarch butterfly, wings outstretched, painstakingly embroidered on it. It was beautiful, if the most beautiful thing about the girl. She looked like a half-grown brat and should have been gawky. She wasn’t, though. Her movement was smooth as her fingers danced over the ivory keys and her feet emerged just enough from her long black skirt to smoothly press petals (strappy black sandals, but not heels).
Sensible shoes, he noted. What a stupid thing to note. He tried to remember what he had heard about her in the past. All he could come up with was fire and guns. He hadn’t cared then. He didn’t care now. There were assuredly guns under that orange button-up blouse in easy reach.
The piece concluded. She opened her eyes to see him and quickly suppressed her surprised.
He didn’t speak. She didn’t speak. She had one hand on her arm, ready to draw that gun he knew was there, the other hand resting lightly on the keys.
The silence stretched indefinitely.
Shitennou did not ask, did not say please. They made decisions and gave orders. He was the only Shitennou left. “Play.”
She played.
It was beautiful.