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The Color of Sapphires-2

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After Sapphir had left her, Usa moved to sit on her throne again, deciding at the last moment to inform her guards that she wanted to see no one for the remainder of the day.  Moving with a liquid grace, she headed for her private chambers, closing and locking the doors behind her.  It was at times like these that she sorely wished she still had her mother and that things had gone differently between them.  Be things as they may, however, she did still have her Luna P.

Moving to pick the familiar object up off her bed, she smiled a bit.  The gesture reminiscent of when she was still a child.  "Luna, I don't know what just happened in there.  I just...  froze up.  He's just one man.  I couldn't bring myself to dispose of one man.  I've done it countless times.  This man should have been the easiest.  He is, after all, the only loose end from Dimande's rule.  I hardly knew him."

Beeping in its usual way, the purple cat-head ball simply smiled back at her, its usual response.  She knew it was more like keeping a diary, speaking to the ball, but she had no close friends she could speak with.  She had cut those ties long ago when she had chosen her path.  She could always order someone to come in and listen, but then she'd have to have them done away with, in one form or another, due to what they would know and the fact that she couldn't bring herself to trust anyone but, well, herself.

Sighing, she tossed the ball back onto the bed and frowned as its face rolled away from her.  Standing, she moved to the huge ceiling-length mirror on the wall opposite her bed.  Staring at herself in it, she frowned again.  What had gone so wrong that she had found herself where she presently was?  She missed having friends.  She missed having people she could trust.

Reaching up, she gently pulled at the pins and hair bands holding her odangos up, letting all her hair fall freely.  The only thing belying that she was a queen of the moon kingdom was the mark upon her forehead.  It was no longer the golden crescent so prominent among her line.  It was, however, no longer the black inverted crescent of the Dark Moon kingdom, either.  It was, in fact, a confused mix of the two.  The gold moon had paled to silver, the black moon superimposed upon it, the two joined in the center, two points up, two points down.  She knew it was meant to convey the confusion of her choice, and it did its job well.  It reminded her every time she looked into the mirror that somewhere she had gone terribly wrong.

Sapphir wound his way through the city, finding his way back to the place he was currently calling 'home'.  It wasn't much, but it was low profile and they took cash without questions.  Closing and locking his door, he leaned back against it, staring at the dimly lit room.  What had just happened back there?  Why did she let him go?  Despite himself, he wondered what she had done after he had left.

Pushing off from the hard timber of the door, he sighed, flicking on the main light and peeling his gloves off as he meandered through the small living space.  As he reached his kitchen counter, he dropped them on the surface and continued on to the sink.  Turning the spigot on, he let the tepid water run over his hands, staring at the scars.  Finally pulling his limbs from the water when it had turned them lobster red, he retrieved an old cracked mug from the cupboard above him and started making a cup of instant tea.  He had found, over the years, that thinking with a cup of hot tea was best.

As it steeped, he quietly began talking to the room, as he often did when troubled.  "I just don't know what to think.  That was a really stupid move.  If you were here now, Dimande, you'd so be kicking my backside.  I should do it for you, just on principle."  Moving to the fridge, he pulled it open, frowning at the lack of sustenance he found inside.  Grumbling, he pulled out what was left of the turkey sandwich he had had for lunch the day before.  "I guess it'll have to do..."

Finishing his tea, he took the steaming mug and the cold sandwich to the small rickety table with one wobbly leg.  Setting both items down carefully, he took his seat and stared at the empty chair across from him.  It helped to pretend someone was there when he was trying to puzzle something out.

"There's no way someone like her could be interested in me, anyway, right?  I mean, she had the rest of you killed as soon as it suited her.  Besides...  I've never really been a favorite of the ladies, anyway.  What would it gain me?"  Harrumphing as he took a bite of his sandwich, he shook his head.  "Better question, I suppose would be, what would it cost me..."

By the time he had finished his sandwich, Sapphir had come to a few conclusions.  The following evening he would sneak back into the castle and confront Usa once more.  He had, after all, never gotten an answer to whether or not she wanted his services as an informant.  He would also put from his mind the events of this evening.  They served no purpose but to muddy up the water, so to speak.  He couldn't have that.  He would also make her swear that his life was safe from harm.  He couldn't very well be looking over his shoulder every time he walked out the door if he was going to do his work properly, after all.

Putting his now-empty mug in the sink, he ran some water in it to deter pests and made his way to his bedroom, if one could call it that.  It was hardly more than a closet with a cot shoved to one side.  It was enough, however, to afford him some sleep when he could get it.

With the thread-bare blanket pulled up across his bare chest, he stared at the ceiling.  He had, on many occasions, found pictures and patterns in the cracks and stains.  It helped to occupy his mind as he fell asleep.  Too bad it didn't work this night.  Instead, all he could think about was the impromptu kiss in the throne room.  He couldn't understand why she hadn't pulled away.  He knew she couldn't be want for male company.  She, literally, had the pick of the kingdom.  He had seen her with many attractive men on her arm.  Not that he had followed her or anything.  When one is a queen, one gets a lot of publicity-wanted or not.

Could it be that she...  No.  He was sure that couldn't be it.  After all, he had made sure to make himself scarce before her little massacre of the rest of his family.  He did his level best to avoid her when Wiseman had had her brainwashed.  He was sure that she more than likely hardly even knew who he was.  He knew she recognized his name-everyone knew Sapphir, the elusive 'kid brother' of Dimande, after all.  Not many knew what he looked like, or that he survived the coup, however.
So, something possessed me to start working on a Sailormoon fanfic. I'm using *gag* Chibi-Usa as the main character. Thankfully, she's still kind of Wicked Lady, so it's easier to work with her. :giggle:

I'm also using Sapphir/e as a main character. I don't know... I don't think he gets enough love.

Helios will also make a brief appearance.

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