[Sailor Moon] Challenge 12: Minako/Rei
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing: Aino Minako/Hino Rei
Prompt: CHALLENGE #12 - "SET FIRE TO THE STREETS".
Fire sprang up around them, and for a breathe Minako inhaled sharply, sure they were going to die. But the sweat springing up on Rei’s brow, and the distant concentration in her eyes… it was Rei’s fire. Minako would never fear Rei’s fire. Ironic. She had once meant she would never fear Rei’s temper. Right now, the more tangible fire was more useful for their ultimate goals. Controlling the fire like this without the support of her henshin pen was going to quickly take its toll on Rei, though.
The streets were dark, save the circle of fire, glinting off her cornflower blue eyes, and hints of metallic claws and bloodied husks of citizens. The youma had attacked them randomly. Minako cursed the luck of it. Pinned down as they were, secrecy was nearly impossible. But if she didn’t transform soon… well, Rei needed her, and that was enough.
She had only a second to hope that no one was looking when she pulled her henshin pen from her purse and cried out her transformation phrase. Power engulfed her, changed her, left her as the senshi of lover, the senshi of steel. She stood unobtrusively before Rei, but didn’t look at the priestess. She knew Rei would be struggling with the same decision to transform. Minako hoped she chose not to, but knew her fiery headed girlfriend would not be deterred either.
They were a pair, in that.
A moment later, it was Mars at her side. Passion and lust. Fire and steel. Powderkeg violet and cornflower blue.
“Mina-chan.” Rei muttered. Minako smirked, shook her head, and summoned her first attack. Despite her own protestations concerning her senshi work, she still missed this when times were peaceful. Fire and steel wove together, elegant, forceful, and the youma hissed, fighting back even as it was wounded.
Minako dodged to the side, landing elegantly just out of reach. Rei had dodged the opposite way. They faced each other over the youma, and Mina was the first to do something impish. She blew a kiss, leaped into the air, and spun with grace and poise through the air to land on the creature’s back.
“Sword of Imperium Silver Crystal, come to my hand!” she cried out. The sword materialized, feeling heavy and familiar in her hand as she brought it down with speed and precision. The youma cried, fell, and she somersaulted off of the creature as it fell. She landed in a crouch, but stood and turned, vanishing the sword as she did.
It wasn’t dead. Rei summoned a firestorm to consume it. It was less of a show for those who gathered cautiously to watch the battle with the youma, but no less impressive for the lack of flair. It had been the dry season, though. Spelled fire caught at dry decorative trees, sending ash and sparks towards the dusky sky. Mina lifted her face to watch, smiling to herself.
Let the streets burn. Let the exhilaration of the fire burn out of her. Soon enough the enjoyment would be gone. The first youma of a new enemy was dead. Dozens more would come before a time of peace. The cycle would never end.
She was a soldier. The soldier of love, the soldier of steel.
Rei appeared at her side, concern and temper in those powderkeg eyes. “You’re a fool.” Rei said swiftly.
“I have no idea what you mean.” Mina replied impishly. Rei caught her arm, her temper warring with the audience they had now.
“We’ll talk about this later.” She snapped. Minako craned her neck around to look past Rei, at the sky lit with fire.
"Temper temper, Rei, before you burn Tokyo to the ground.” Rei glanced at the fire then, too, as if noticing what she’d done for the first time. Her face turned pink and she swore under her breath as she raised both hands to try and bank the fire. Minako let her work, stepping back, running fingers through now-tangled blonde hair, and admiring her girlfriend work. With the danger passed, there was no harm admiring the cut of Mars’ fuku.
At least until Mars noticed the attention. Then the streets would be burning for a very different reason.
Pairing: Aino Minako/Hino Rei
Prompt: CHALLENGE #12 - "SET FIRE TO THE STREETS".
Fire sprang up around them, and for a breathe Minako inhaled sharply, sure they were going to die. But the sweat springing up on Rei’s brow, and the distant concentration in her eyes… it was Rei’s fire. Minako would never fear Rei’s fire. Ironic. She had once meant she would never fear Rei’s temper. Right now, the more tangible fire was more useful for their ultimate goals. Controlling the fire like this without the support of her henshin pen was going to quickly take its toll on Rei, though.
The streets were dark, save the circle of fire, glinting off her cornflower blue eyes, and hints of metallic claws and bloodied husks of citizens. The youma had attacked them randomly. Minako cursed the luck of it. Pinned down as they were, secrecy was nearly impossible. But if she didn’t transform soon… well, Rei needed her, and that was enough.
She had only a second to hope that no one was looking when she pulled her henshin pen from her purse and cried out her transformation phrase. Power engulfed her, changed her, left her as the senshi of lover, the senshi of steel. She stood unobtrusively before Rei, but didn’t look at the priestess. She knew Rei would be struggling with the same decision to transform. Minako hoped she chose not to, but knew her fiery headed girlfriend would not be deterred either.
They were a pair, in that.
A moment later, it was Mars at her side. Passion and lust. Fire and steel. Powderkeg violet and cornflower blue.
“Mina-chan.” Rei muttered. Minako smirked, shook her head, and summoned her first attack. Despite her own protestations concerning her senshi work, she still missed this when times were peaceful. Fire and steel wove together, elegant, forceful, and the youma hissed, fighting back even as it was wounded.
Minako dodged to the side, landing elegantly just out of reach. Rei had dodged the opposite way. They faced each other over the youma, and Mina was the first to do something impish. She blew a kiss, leaped into the air, and spun with grace and poise through the air to land on the creature’s back.
“Sword of Imperium Silver Crystal, come to my hand!” she cried out. The sword materialized, feeling heavy and familiar in her hand as she brought it down with speed and precision. The youma cried, fell, and she somersaulted off of the creature as it fell. She landed in a crouch, but stood and turned, vanishing the sword as she did.
It wasn’t dead. Rei summoned a firestorm to consume it. It was less of a show for those who gathered cautiously to watch the battle with the youma, but no less impressive for the lack of flair. It had been the dry season, though. Spelled fire caught at dry decorative trees, sending ash and sparks towards the dusky sky. Mina lifted her face to watch, smiling to herself.
Let the streets burn. Let the exhilaration of the fire burn out of her. Soon enough the enjoyment would be gone. The first youma of a new enemy was dead. Dozens more would come before a time of peace. The cycle would never end.
She was a soldier. The soldier of love, the soldier of steel.
Rei appeared at her side, concern and temper in those powderkeg eyes. “You’re a fool.” Rei said swiftly.
“I have no idea what you mean.” Mina replied impishly. Rei caught her arm, her temper warring with the audience they had now.
“We’ll talk about this later.” She snapped. Minako craned her neck around to look past Rei, at the sky lit with fire.
"Temper temper, Rei, before you burn Tokyo to the ground.” Rei glanced at the fire then, too, as if noticing what she’d done for the first time. Her face turned pink and she swore under her breath as she raised both hands to try and bank the fire. Minako let her work, stepping back, running fingers through now-tangled blonde hair, and admiring her girlfriend work. With the danger passed, there was no harm admiring the cut of Mars’ fuku.
At least until Mars noticed the attention. Then the streets would be burning for a very different reason.