FanFiction.Net Story : True Love Just In . Directory . Columns . Dictionary . Search Log In . Register Menu- Help- TOS- Ad Blocker- Privacy Anime » Sailor Moon » True Lovetext size: (+) : (-) Author: Princess Zoisite1. Default Chapter2. True Love Part 23. True Love Part 34. True Love Part 45. True Love Part 56. True Love Part 67. True Love Part 78. True Love Part 89. True Love Part 910. True Love Part 1011. True Love Part 1112. True Love Part 12 G - English - Romance - Reviews: 7 - Published: 03-06-01 - Updated: 03-06-01 id:223145 True Love Part 12 Queen Beryl knelt in the dark shadows of the cave, her head bowed in submission. "Oh great and mighty Negaforce, I seek your guidance and wisdom. Come forth and advise me, my master." A deep raspy woman's voice answered Beryl's summons. "What is it, Beryl? Have you trouble with your minions?" "I believe I will have some difficulty with Zoisite," replied the queen. "She is very naïve and childish in her behavior. I have seen no evidence yet of a great warrior within her." "Be patient, Beryl. She will learn to become what we want her to be. The longer she is here, the tougher she will grow. Her innocent ways will fade and her soul will darken." "I must have control over her," said Beryl. "She must not awaken to her true self." "Do you still have the gown she was wearing when Malachite took her from her kingdom?" Beryl spent a moment trying to recall what the Negaforce referred to. "Yes, I do," she said. "But of what use to me is that dress?" "It is of much use to you if you perform a spell on it." "Spell?" "An enchantment to bind the princess to you. The dress contains her essence, her energy. You can draw that energy to you and shape it to your will." "How do I do it?" asked Beryl. "You will need seven hairs from her golden head," instructed the Negaforce. "These will be sewn into the bodice, to give it extra potency. The dress should be placed on a mannequin form of the girl, made out of zoisite, the element from which she draws her power. Then I will give you the chant to recite, and the ritual." "Is that all?" thought Beryl sarcastically, wondering how she would get the hairs and the stone she required. But she would think of a way. "You have my gratitude. I will do as you say," she told her master. ********************************** Zoisite eyed herself in the smoky glass of a hallway mirror, striking up fighting poses. She tried to execute a few moves, but found herself seriously at a loss for the skill of a warrior. That and it was difficult to see in the dim light of the castle. But Lord Malachite insisted on the darkness, only illuminating the rooms if he needed to read or perform some other task which needed light. He told her that he thought the darkness was beautiful. The hazy glass made her look like a ghost, Zoisite thought. A ghost in a military uniform. It was odd. Her reflection quivered, and Zoisite found her spine tingling. Who ever heard of a girl wearing men's clothes? From what she recalled, a real lady wore gowns, not pants and bulky jackets, and she never fought in the wars. The rules must be different here. She was supposed to be a general? How could she with such poor skills? "I just don't know how. Maybe Neflite was right, maybe a girl can't be a good general." Thinking of that made her anger rise to the surface. "Why couldn't I do it? I'll show him." She turned and struck out fierce with her sword arm, nearly knocking into Malachite, who had come looking for her. "Malachite, I'm sorry!" said Zoisite. "I didn't see you." Malachite arched a pale brow. "And what are you doing?" he inquired. "Trying to kill my furniture?" Zoisite blushed. "I was just trying to warm up for class," she said. Malachite chuckled. "You will need a lot of practice if that is any indication of your skill." Zoisite reddened. "Why does Malachite always have to make fun of me?" she thought. "We have to go now," said Malachite. "It is time for your class." "Yes, sir," Zoisite answered. "In the future, Zoisite, should you wish a proper warm up, you may ask me. If I am not busy, I will help you." "Oh, will he?" thought Zoisite. Mr. Stud could actually grace her with his talent? What an honor! But she did need help, she had to admit, and getting it from a hunk like Malachite couldn't be bad. She could deal with his attitude for that. Besides, it would be kind of nice to view Malachite in action. She hadn't seen him do anything other than magic so far. She imagined that he would be stunning in a physical workout. "Coming, Zoisite?" She snapped out of her thoughts. "Right behind you." ********************************* Chental fondled the knife in her hands. The warrior's blade had been well sharpened for her task. She'd been trying to think of ways to get Zoisite out of the way. This favor for the queen would be quite satisfactory. Chental watched as female warriors of various sizes and colors entered the class. Then she saw the object of her loathing. The general-in-training was walking in, a bag slung over her shoulder. Probably a change of clothes, figured Chental. Good. She couldn't stand the sight of Zoisite in her uniform. Chental wanted so badly to wear the precious pale blue and grey outfit worn only by Lord Malachite's trainee. It didn't belong to a weak girl like Zoisite. Zoisite walked up to Mme. Jirelle and asked her a question, indicating her bag. Jirele pointed outside the room. The girl's changing quarters were just next door. Zoisite turned, her copper-blonde ponytail swishing behind her. "Five minutes," said Jirele. Zoisite nodded. Chental slipped her blade into her leather pants. The girls were allowed to wear anything they chose to practice, as long as it didn't interfere with the exercise. Chental rose and discreetly followed her rival. Zoisite smiled at the girls in the room, but no one smiled back. All she got was indifference or frowns. Pretending to ignore, she tried speaking to a tall slim warrior, similar to her own build. "Hi, I don't think we met. I'm Zoisite, the new- "Yeah?" interrupted the girl. "Do you really think I care?" "Uh.." Zoisite didn't know what to say for a second. "I was just trying to be friends," she said. "Oh, she was just trying to be friends!" laughed the girl, and turned back to her bootlaces. "Do you still sleep in a playpen, honey?" "Oh, forget it," thought Zoisite, and walked away. When Chental entered, Zoisite was in one of the private stalls, tossing her general's clothes over the door. A few other girls were there too, tending to their needs and binding up their hair. "It figures she thinks she's too good to change with the others, thought Chental, reaching for the blue trimmed jacket. She pulled out her blade and sliced the button and neck catches off, and then tossed them into the nearest latrine. A tan-skinned, blue haired girl eyed her questioningly, but Chental just glared at her. None of the others had enough guts to try and stop her. They were all too afraid. Zoisite finished with her change of outfit and stepped out to the mirror to look herself over. She had on a dark green, long sleeved bodysuit with a high neck, black tights with openings at the heel and toes, and a pair of green legwarmers. Malachite had requested the outfit from the queen, telling her it was excellent for movement and aerobic activity. That, and he got to see more of Zoisite's sweet body. But he did not mention that part to anyone. Chental's hand rested on her blade. She could do it now, she thought. But then it would be obviously intentional. If she waited for the day's sparring match, she could make it look like an "accident." Yes, she would wait, then. "Ballet lessons would be much more suitable for you," she sneered at Zoisite. "Oh, I've already mastered ballet," replied Zoisite, waving her hand to dismiss her. "I was the lead dancer in every production at the royal theatre." Chental couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or if she was serious. "You just watch yourself. You won't keep your rank if you can't measure up!" Zoisite stuffed her uniform in her bag. What a brat. Weren't there any nice girls around here? She supposed not. Too bad, she had hoped to make some friends. But boys would do nicely, she thought, remembering General Jedite. ********************************** The blonde, GQ-like young man bowed in front of the queen. "You called for me, your majesty?" "Yes, Jedite. I have an important task for you. I need to gather a great quantity of this mineral." She tossed a small piece of zoisite down to him. Jedite caught and examined the green and black swirled stone. "What is it?" he asked. "It does not matter to you. You are only to do what I say. No questions asked." She stared at him hard. "Yes, of course," answered Jedite. He was learning that their queen was not a very tolerant person. "The last battleground is supposed to contain a rich source of that material. You will take the second regiment and retrieve it for me." "You mean in the kingdom we lost?" asked Jedite. Beryl fumed. "Do not mention that again! After you have done your job, I wish nothing more to do with it." Jedite was also learning that there were some things you did not say to the queen, no matter how true. "Do not worry, your majesty. I will see the job done." As he was leaving, his path was blocked by a slender, sleek haired girl in a short mini-dress. She smiled at him coyly. "What do you want Titus?" demanded Jedite. He had noticed her eyeing him ever since they met in the Academy. "I was thinking," she said, reaching out to stroke the red stripe on his uniform, "that you might need some help on your mission." "Queen Beryl has already assigned a crew to help me, thank you," replied Jedite. "I do not need you." "Well, at least let me- But he had turned from her and strode away. Titus pouted, her prey had eluded her again. Too bad. He was such a cutie! *********************************** "Why her of all people?" groaned Zoisite as she squared off with Chental. She had gotten a little better today, going through the drills, but she still needed tons of practice. She knew was not ready to face the hardest student again yet. But no one objected to the partnering, or wanted to take her place. "I'm gonna have to take Malachite up on his offer," thought Zoisite. Chental just smiled smugly, just as if she knew she'd win. So Zoisite's strategy was basically one thing - avoid trouble. Chental kept lunging at her, like she wanted to tear a piece off. Jirele passed by, making the rounds of the class. She paused. "Come on, Zoisite, I want to see some interaction between you two. You aren't doing anything." "Yes, ma'am," Zoisite said, flushing. "Wimp," said Chental, taking another swing at her. Zoisite tried to strike back, but she was no way adept enough to get anything past her opponent. Every time she tried, she met resistance. "Malachite's lovers could fight better than you," said Chental. Zoisite's cheeks blazed, whether from the insult or from the comment about Malachite, she wasn't sure. Maybe both. "Fine," thought Zoisite. What was that move? Double kick lunge? She rammed forward. Just what I wanted, thought her opponent as she caught Zoisite off guard and sliced a lock of her hair in one smooth motion. "Ouch!" Zoisite was momentarily stunned. Her hand went to her hair. "You're so pathetic. Now die!" cried Chental and kicked her hard in the shin, fleeing with her prize. Zoisite couldn't help the tears that fell. That had hurt. Knit legwarmers were not much protection in a fight. "Stupid Malachite!" she thought angrily. Why hadn't she just kept her boots on? She looked up to see half her class staring at her, thinking what a failure she was. It was too much. Snatching up her clothes, she fled the room. Jirele was disappointed. She hoped Zoisite had learned something from last time. "Should you really let Zoisite fight that girl?" asked her assistant. "If she is to be the general, she cannot back away from any challenge. My job is to help school her, not baby her. Beryl instructed that there will be no show of weakness here." "I guess you are right. We must obey the queen." Zoisite stripped off her tights and bodysuit, and then stopped short when she noticed the missing lock in the mirror. A few strands stood loosely out of place to reveal a sharp cut. She wondered how it happened. The whole thing happened so fast, she didn't even notice. It was concealable, but she did not want to lose any more to stunts like that. She was going to have to bind her hair up better to keep it safe. She pulled at her uniform, wanting nothing else at the moment than to be dressed and out of there. But her jacket wouldn't close, and when she saw why, she knew someone had done it on purpose. She sank down on the floor and cried. End of Part 12. Submit ReviewReport Possible AbuseAdd Story to FavoritesAdd Author to FavoritesAdd Author to Author AlertAdd Story to C2 Archive 1. Default Chapter2. True Love Part 23. True Love Part 34. True Love Part 45. True Love Part 56. True Love Part 67. True Love Part 78. True Love Part 89. True Love Part 910. True Love Part 1011. True Love Part 1112. True Love Part 12