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 Seven "You will be staying at the Negaverse Academy while I am gone," announced Malachite to his young female pupil who was hovering around curiously as he got himself ready for the day's battle. "Negaverse Academy?" asked Zoisite. What was that place? And why did she have to be left behind? "Yes, Zoisite, it is a school of sorcery and combat for Negaverse warriors. I myself teach a class there for the more advanced students," Malachite replied, polishing his crystalline sword with a scrap of soft dark blue cloth. "And what will I do there?" asked Zoisite. She had never liked formal instruction very much, unless it was a subject that she was interested in, such as the magic arts. "What they tell you, of course," said Malachite. "You are only in training, after all." He gave Zoisite a sly little smile. "When I am not around to instruct you, you will listen to the Academy teachers. I will continue my personal training with you when I return." Zoisite gritted her teeth. This egotistical attitude that Malachite had was getting on her nerves a bit. "Don't I have any special privileges?" she asked. Zoisite figured that if she was so special to be chosen for her high position, she must get something. Zoisite wasn't just anybody, she was going to be a general! "Not really," Malachite replied. "Until you prove your worth you are pretty much like the other students. Although you are the chosen girl for the general's position." Well hopefully, Zoisite thought, it won't be so bad. To Malachite she said, "So how long will this battle take?" Malachite smiled confidently. "It won't take too long. We are much more powerful than the citizens of Zoisica." "You're sure of yourself aren't you?" Zoisite said a bit dryly. "What if you don't win?" "My dear," began Malachite, coming closer to her, "with myself in charge and Queen Beryl's Negaforce, we will be victorious. Do you doubt my power?" Zoisite shivered a little as Malachite's body came close to hers. She could feel all his power inside. How anyone could resist this man, she didn't know. Zoisite felt her will caving in as Malachite overwhelmed her with his presence. "No, I suppose not," she replied. Malachite chuckled at her. "Good, Zoisite. It would be most unwise for you to do so." Zoisite supposed that it would indeed be rather dumb for her to underestimate a man like Malachite. Especially when he had such a strong effect on her senses. Just what was it about Malachite that did this to her? Zoisite wondered what his secrets were. There were definitely some things that she was unaware of, either because no one knew, or more likely, no one cared to tell her. "Malachite?" she asked. "Yes?" He continued with his preparations. "Well...don't you find it a bit unusual that this kingdom you're attacking has a name that resembles mine?" Zoisite thought that was rather strange. Malachite did find that coincidental, but he did not know anything for sure. Malachite wondered if Zoisite really belonged there. Was she the princess? It seemed strange that Queen Beryl would neglect to inform him of such an important fact about the new warrior girl. If Zoisite really was royalty, then what the Queen was doing would be wrong. But it would be very foolish to question Queen Beryl's motives. The Queen had more power than even Malachite, although it was mostly thanks to her special aids such as the Negaforce and her crystal ball. "Malachite?" "It is rather odd Zoisite..." Malachite answered carefully, "But perhaps you were simply named after the place as an honor. To have a strong name for a future warrior girl," Malachite smiled faintly. "I am told that there is a most powerful and beautiful queen there for whom the kingdom is named...maybe you were named after her..." Malachite noticed that Zoisite was looking a bit upset. "Zoisite are you okay?" he asked her. Zoisite was wondering about the many things that didn't make sense to her. And she wondered about her family. Did she have a mother and father somewhere? Were they even still alive? Zoisite doubted that Malachite knew, or that he would tell her, so she remained silent. Malachite probably would laugh at the idea of wanting to know a loving family. He probably didn't care at all. All Malachite cares about is himself, Zoisite thought. "Anyway," continued Malachite, a bit annoyed that she wouldn't answer, and a bit annoyed at himself for asking the question, "You better snap out of your daze because you have a demanding day ahead of you. I am taking you to the Negaverse Academy as soon as I am ready." He turned away and fastened his sword belt, ignoring the pretty young copper haired girl behind him, and the troubled thoughts in his head, or at least trying to. ********************* Zoisica. A beautiful kingdom. But not a happy one. A man headed wearily back to the castle, having failed in his mission. He was tired and worn from a long time of training and battle, but still handsome for his years and experience. "Any sign of Zoisite?" asked a beautiful copper haired woman, coming up to him, her pale brow creased with worry, wringing her hands anxiously. "Sorry, Your Majesty," replied the veteran swordsman regretfully, bowing his head with respect for the queen of Zoisica. "We have found no trace of the princess Zoisite." Zoey's beautiful green eyes were filled with sadness. Zoisite was nowhere to be found. The princess had disappeared, it would seem. "And my husband?" Zoey asked. "He will be here shortly." Zoey wished that her husband would hurry. She needed his comfort. Looking up at the sky, she thought she saw dark clouds gathering in the distance. Maybe there would be a thunderstorm? Zoey felt a faint chill hovering in the air and wrapped her shawl more closely around her. ********************* Malachite looked down at the kingdom of Zoisica. He remembered it from when he had come to bring Zoisite to the Negaverse. He hoped that they wouldn't have to destroy it. Of course, that was unlikely since they could easily overpower it and take over, which is what Queen Beryl wanted. She was the rightful ruler of these kingdoms and they must be reconquered. At least, that was what Malachite had been told. Looking down at the castle and its surroundings, he thought he saw a familiar figure. A woman standing in front of the castle, in royal looking dress. The woman had long copper hair just like Zoisite. And she had a crown. Malachite stood there gaping. "Malachite Sir?" asked the young warrior Jedite, who noticed his supreme commander staring dazed at the grounds below. "Are you all right?" "I'm fine," snapped Malachite coldly. "Get back to your section." Jedite grumbled something to himself about Malachite being an icicle and stormed off to his troop. Malachite was suddenly recognized by the beautiful woman, who began running towards him. Queen Beryl saw this and extended her arms, sending forth a blast of deadly energy. She didn't care what happened to Zoey, mother of Zoisite. Beryl just wanted the kingdom, and no lesser queen was going to get in her way. No! Thought Malachite, sensing danger. Didn't this lady realize what she was doing was foolish? "Malachite!" cried Zoey, seeing the handsome white haired man once again. Maybe he knew where Zoisite was! She was so glad to see Malachite, she ran to him without thinking of any possible danger. Suddenly she felt a sharp blast of energy to her side, and she fell to the ground, as Malachite was rushing forward to her. Malachite picked up the queen in his arms, stunned by how pretty she was and how much she resembled Zoisite. This woman indeed was her mother. She had to be. "Ohhh..." Zoey moaned. What had happened? Her eyes looked up pleadingly at Malachite. "Malachite do you know where my daughter is...Zoisite is missing..." "Zoisite is safe," replied Malachite. "I found her." It was true. Malachite had found the princess Zoisite. For Queen Beryl and the Negaverse, though he didn't mention that. "Oh, I'm so relieved!" said Zoey happily, tears falling from her pretty eyes. "I knew you were meant for her." Malachite didn't know what to say. He felt like an idiot, holding her and not knowing what to do. Zoey was obviously hurt badly. He could feel the energy draining from her body. "Malachite please promise me, that whatever happens, you will protect Zoisite. Please protect my daughter." The queen looked at him and Malachite could feel all the emotion in her eyes. Then she died in his arms. ************************* Zoisite felt a sudden pain, a wave of loneliness and loss as she walked through the dark halls of the Negaverse Academy. The discomfort of her uniform and the tight binding of her womanly chest beneath her jacket increased the pain. She was told that it was to keep her breasts from bouncing around in combat, but Zoisite considered it more painful for her to be restrained this way. She sighed. This warrior girl job wasn't the most comfortable way of life. This place wasn't so cozy, either. Malachite had dropped her off and instructed her to go to the registrar, where she was questioned and "tortured" by the administration of the academy. Then she was told to go to a certain room for her formal instruction. Zoisite was uneasy, but she tried to mask it with a confident air. Zoisite nervously approached her "classroom." What was going to happen here? She felt a bit uncertain. Walking down the hall to her class, other Negaverse girls stared at her and made comments among themselves, some of them none too neither subtle nor polite. "Look at her..." "Where is she going?" "Isn't she the general in training?" "She looks stuck up..." "Great...we have to take orders from her..." "I wish I had that hair of hers..." "She has a pretty face..." "But she doesn't have much of a chest..." The girls snickered. Zoisite overheard that and it felt like a sting to her. But she wouldn't show any tears to them. She just proudly continued on her way, like the princess she really was, although she had forgotten her royal status. "Idiots," Zoisite thought to herself. She was the general in training, not them. They were probably jealous of her. After all, she had a gorgeous, although a bit arrogant, mentor and a lofty status. Zoisite knew darn well that she was pretty. Someone special had told her so. And she had a decent chest, if not the biggest, it was pretty and in proportion to her delicate body. It's not as if one can really see my figure in this uniform, thought Zoisite. These clothes weren't exactly the most flattering outfits to young girls. Zoisite found the place that she was supposed to go to - a spacious sparring room. Zoisite entered, keeping her back straight and her head up. She cleared her throat nervously. There were various warrior girls there, in a variety of costumes. They all turned to look at her. "And you are...?" asked a tough looking woman with shortish red hair that curled around her ears and the nape of her neck. She was pretty in a warrior woman sort of way, a little tomboyish, but still feminine. "Zoisite. Negaverse warrior and fourth general," she replied proudly. "Not yet, you're not," said the woman, whose name was Jirele. "We will see what you can do. Queen Beryl has informed me that you need much training." Zoisite felt uncomfortable with everyone staring at her, but she hoped it didn't show. It wouldn't be good for a future leader to show her fear, would it? "Go over there with the others," said Jirele curtly. Zoisite stood over next to the other girls, who were also warriors in training, she supposed. They didn't look like the friendliest individuals. Jirele demonstrated some combat moves. She was quick and moved sharply and precisely. Her body was well toned and muscular, but not too much so that she wasn't still womanly. As she demonstrated, she told the girls to imitate her. Zoisite tried to follow the warrior woman's technique. She didn't remember ever learning anything like this. The girl standing next to her kept looking at her, and it was a bit irritating. Also, it made it difficult to pay attention to what Jirele was showing them. "Now you do it. Get a partner and face off," ordered Jirele. "Great," thought Zoisite. Couldn't they just watch some more? "You and me," said a low voice. "Hmm?" Zoisite turned to the direction of the sound. "I want to fight you," said the girl that had been staring at Zoisite. She had short blonde hair and piercing dark red eyes. She was about the same height as Zoisite, but not quite as slender or delicate. Zoisite supposed she had no choice so she took her stance and prepared for a duel with this girl. Chental, as the girl was called, struck first, trying to hit Zoisite with a sharp kick to her chest. But Zoisite was quick and make a graceful leap out of the way, causing Chental's foot to strike empty air. She tried it again, and again Zoisite gracefully avoided the strike. "Coward" she growled at Zoisite. "You gonna leap around or are you gonna fight me?" Zoisite just gazed steadily back at the hot tempered girl and waited for the next move. She figured that if she could avoid getting hit, she would be okay. The less physical contact, the better, since she was not sure of her ability yet. Although Zoisite really wished she knew enough about combat to kick this girl right in her face. Chental really wanted to hit Zoisite. Who was this prissy little copper haired girl who thought that she could just strut in and take away the position she herself wanted? Most of the female warriors would give their right arm to serve and train with Lord Malachite, and here this little brat was handed the job on a silver platter! "I bet she can't fight at all," thought Chental and she wanted to prove it. Chental struck out at the prettier copper haired girl with all her might, hoping to injure her with one of her karate chop motions. Zoisite avoided getting hit for the most part, since she was naturally quick and acrobatic, but suddenly a sharp upward swing caught her hard in her face. Zoisite cried out in surprise from the pain. She had never in her life been hit like that before and it was quite a shock. Her cheek turned red from the impact, and as Zoisite stood there stunned, with tears welling up in her eyes, Chental continued to strike at her, hitting and kicking Zoisite hard in her chest and shin. Zoisite collapsed from the pain, little tears hovering at the corners of her green eyes. Chental was going to "finish off Zoisite," but Jirele intervened. "That's enough," said Jirele, coming over to the little copper haired girl, who was on the floor, stunned and hurting. "This is practice, not a fight to the death." Jirele placed a hand on the young girl's shoulder. "Are you all right?" Jirele asked Zoisite. Zoisite was a little surprised. This woman had seemed so tough before, but now she was concerned for her. "I...I think so," Zoisite managed to say, her voice slightly shaky. "You need lots of training, Zoisite. I can see that you are not used to this." "She's a poor excuse for a Negaverse warrior," said Chental. "How did this little wimp ever get the position she's in?" "Yeah, it should be one of us who gets to be the female general," agreed another girl. "Well it is me who will be female general," Zoisite found herself saying. "Like it or not, it is my position." She stood up with dignity, although her body ached. Jirele smiled wryly. "Yes, it is, Zoisite." She turned to the other girls. "You ought to show more respect for your future leader," she said in a tone that dared them to argue. "Now, I think you should return to your quarters, Zoisite. I am sure Lord Malachite would understand, since you really cannot do much more today." "Yes," answered Zoisite, grateful that she could leave this place. Chental just glared at the "little brat" wearing the colors of Lord Malachite on her training uniform. ******************** As the dust settled and it grew silent, Malachite searched the ruins of the once proud kingdom. For what he was looking, he was not sure. Stones and pieces of glass were scattered about everywhere. From behind a large chunk of what used to be a wall, Malachite thought that he heard a tiny cry. The white maned warrior went closer to investigate. He peered behind the stone and smiled sadly at what he saw there. A tiny orange kitten, huddled against the stone wall fragment, probably frightened to death from all the noise and destruction. He wondered whom the little cat belonged to. Maybe this little kitty had belonged to Zoisite. Since he could not find it in his heart to leave the poor little creature there alone, Malachite decided to take the kitten home and give it to his young student. He concealed the animal under his cape and rejoined the Negaverse army. ************************** Hot tears welled up in Zoisite's eyes and blurred her vision as she left the Negaverse Academy and headed back to her room in the castle of Lord Malachite. Her body hurt and so did her feelings. But she wouldn't let anyone see her cry. She was Zoisite, a princess and a female warrior and she was not giving up. She would succeed and she would please her queen, no matter what anyone else thought. She was the leader here, and she would prove it to herself and to the Negaverse. Somehow Zoisite knew that she wanted Malachite to be proud of her. And she would make him proud. Zoisite wearily entered the dark castle and headed slowly for her room, rubbing her injuries. She winced with every step. "My lady," she was greeted by Yasha, servant of Malachite. "You are hurt, let me help you." Yasha helped Zoisite to her bedchamber. Zoisite groaned as she pulled off her high black boots. Her body ached badly. "A nice hot bath would be soothing for you," said Yasha. "Would you like one, Mistress Zoisite?" "Yes," Zoisite replied. She really could use a relaxing soak after what she went through. And Zoisite wanted nothing more at the moment than to be rid of her uniform and the awful bindings that pressed into her. "Follow me," said Yasha. She selected a robe and slippers for Zoisite, and led her to the small bathroom which was mainly for Zoisite's use. Zoisite went behind the painted screen and removed her Negaverse uniform. To her dismay, Zoisite saw ugly dark bruises forming on her pale delicate skin, marring its ivory beauty. Yasha ran a hot bath for Zoisite and added some herbal petals into the tub. "If you need anything, just call for me," she said and left Zoisite to take her bath. Zoisite noticed the petals as she descended into the marble tub. How pretty, she thought. Suddenly she got hit with the urge to make her own petals - pink and heart shaped. Zoisite closed her eyes and pictured pink petals swirling over her. As she concentrated, a shower of them floated gracefully down into the bath landing all over Zoisite - her hair, her body and around her in the water, mixing with the herbal blossoms. Zoisite smiled. For some reason, they felt comforting to her. She sighed deeply, inhaling the scent of the petals. This was making her feel better. She remembered taking baths whenever she felt tired or sore... from riding... and they always made her feel better. I used to have a horse...thought Zoisite, as a piece of her past floated just under the surface of her conscious thoughts. Zoisite wondered where that idea had come from and tried to remember. She was golden haired...like me... A sudden knock on the door brought Zoisite out of her daydreaming. Darn! She thought. Just like a dream, always when you were just about to discover something, you were awakened. Her thoughts were all scattered with the sound of the presence at the door. Zoisite was covered in foam and petals, so she supposed it was okay for whomever it was to come in. But if that is Yasha, she is going to get a piece of my mind for disturbing me, thought Zoisite. "Come in," Zoisite said authoritatively. To her surprise, it was Malachite who entered the small bathchamber. He looks tired and sad, thought Zoisite to herself. When Malachite looked at her face, his expression changed. "Zoisite what happened to you?" he asked, obviously concerned whether he meant it to show or not. Zoisite made a face. "Oh, I got some er, injuries in my class. This little brat decided to fight with me and things got rough." Malachite wanted to blast the heck out of whoever did this to Zoisite, but he remained outwardly calm. Zoisite would have to learn to protect herself. Malachite couldn't always be with her. "Well, you had better brush up on your fighting skills," Malachite said pointedly. No kidding, thought Zoisite. Was that all that Malachite could say to her? Oh, well, she knew better than to expect sympathy from him. "Bruises do not become your pretty face," Malachite added to soften the blow of his previous words. He smiled a little tiredly. Then Malachite noticed the pink petals floating around Zoisite in the water. Something about them stirred his senses. They seemed to be perfect for Zoisite. Some memory was creeping around his mind, just out of reach. He remembered what Zoey had said to him earlier...please protect my daughter... The words echoed in his head. Malachite would never forget the queen's last words to him. Poor Zoisite. She was truly alone now. Malachite felt an odd sensation in his throat, seeming to choke him. He swallowed hard to push it away. Malachite wanted to make sure that Zoisite was okay. She deserved someone to look after her in this cold place. He would protect Zoisite, then. Malachite frowned at the disquieting thoughts in his head. Zoisite could tell that Malachite was thinking about something. He seemed to be staring at her oddly. "What is it?" demanded Zoisite. Malachite hesitated in his reply. "If you wish, I have a chamber...with a spa that might help you even more than this bath of yours..." "Oh?" Zoisite was curious. "Yes," answered Malachite. "It is a heated bath but it is special...it is a magical energy giving liquid that can help heal and restore your body." Zoisite considered this. It sounded good. "Will it get rid of my bruises?" she asked Malachite. "Yes, they will be gone after a few minutes of soaking," answered the pale haired warrior. "Okay, then," said Zoisite. Malachite handed her a towel and coughed. "Ahem, well, put on your robe, Zoisite, and come out. I will lead you to the chamber." Malachite exited the little bathroom. Zoisite dried herself off and put on her dark emerald green robe. It was a shame to waste her bath which would be warm and fragrant for awhile, but she was very intrigued by Malachite and his energy liquid bath. When Zoisite stepped outside the bath chamber, she found Malachite waiting there, standing with his arms folded across his chest. Was he always so straight and proud looking? wondered Zoisite. She supposed so. Seeing Zoisite, Malachite turned on his heel and led her towards his bedchamber. There was a much larger bathroom adjoining his room, since it was the main one. "Come." He motioned Zoisite to follow him. Zoisite followed, but she was a little shy about being in Malachite's personal bathroom, and in her robe only, no less! Looking around, she did not see anything special, just shelves, a crystal shower, a marble tub, all very beautiful but no "magical spa". Was this some trickery that Malachite was playing on her? Malachite reached up and pulled down on a dark purple statue, which caused the wall to slide open, revealing a dark room with a bubbling crater of liquid. Zoisite stared into the room, her eyes trying to adjust to the dim lighting, even darker than the rest of the castle, which was never brightly lit. She could make out the pale glow of what looked like water inside a circular depression in the floor. "Come in," said Malachite as he walked through the new doorway towards the crater. Zoisite followed her mentor into the dark room, and Malachite sealed the wall again behind her. "So this place has secret chambers?" asked Zoisite. "Yes," replied Malachite. "Several in fact, but only I know how to find them." He grinned slyly at her. Zoisite figured that Malachite wouldn't tell her about them so she didn't even bother to ask him. She looked at the strange bath. "I have to get in that?" she asked, a little nervously. "Yes, Zoisite. Unless you are afraid," Malachite said a bit smugly. Girls always got squeamish when they had to face unusual things. He figured Zoisite would change her mind now. Hmmph! I'll show Malachite, thought Zoisite. She looked at him proudly with her hands on her hips and her chin held high. "Now, if you don't mind," she said, meaning that she had to undress and he was not to watch her doing so. Malachite laughed softly to himself. Zoisite had said that just like a princess. Realizing that, Malachite grew more serious. He couldn't help thinking of the disturbing incidents that had happened today. And if Queen Zoey was her mother, which Malachite had no doubt that she was, then Zoisite truly was royalty. Malachite was going to have a little chat with Queen Beryl about this. Zoisite had a right to know about her true past and her heritage. It disturbed Malachite to think that the queen would conceal it from her, deliberately or not. As Malachite was being drowned in his thoughts, Zoisite eased herself slowly into the bath of energy fluid. It felt strange, very different from the soap and water baths she usually took. The liquid was warm and had a bluish - greenish glow to it. She held her breath as the "water" surrounded her. As her body absorbed it, Zoisite felt revived and full of precious energy. "This feels good," she said aloud. "May I turn around now?" asked Malachite. Zoisite gave him her permission to do so. Malachite turned around and saw Zoisite submerged in the bath up to her neck, her coppery hair floating prettily over the blue-green liquid. Malachite felt a stirring inside him. Zoisite was just so lovely. He cleared his throat. "Zoisite I have some important and urgent business that I must attend to," said Malachite. "I will leave you to bathe. If you wish to leave, press on this stone." He demonstrated and walked towards the doorway. "Make sure you splash some of that on your face," added Malachite and was gone in a streak of blue light. Zoisite stared after Malachite curiously. What urgent business could he have to attend to? Little did Zoisite know that it directly concerned herself and her beloved, but forgotten, mother and father. 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