Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing: Seiya Kou (Sailor Star Fighter) x Tsukino Usagi (Sailor Moon)
Theme Set: Alpha
Rating: PG at best; nothing too explicit
Author's Note: Mainly based on the anime, but there are influences of the manga and the Myus here and there. Shoujo-ai at some points, but mostly het. I also apologize for taking far too long with this set. >.<
Disclaimer: The author does not own these two characters, nor any of the other characters mentioned in the following sentences, as they all belong to the exceptional Naoko Takeuchi. The author wishes she did, though, but for now she'll keep writing fanfiction to satisfy the little plot bunnies. =)
#01 - Comfort:
They comforted each other in ways no one else could - both of them were missing a precious person in their lives, and so they clung to each other in familiar pain.
#02 - Kiss:
Seiya's kisses were very different from Mamo-chan's, Usagi observed idly; while Mamoru always kissed her with a slow precision, measured and experienced and everything he was, Seiya's kisses were spontaneously exciting, sometimes slow and sensual, other times fast and passionate - despite all her love for Chiba Mamoru, Usagi found that she liked Seiya's kisses best.
#03 - Soft:
The dress Usagi wore for the party was a Meioh Setsuna original, breathtakingly beautiful and smooth to the touch, but in Seiya's eyes, nothing could ever match the suppleness of the rosy skin that lay hidden beneath the silk.
#04 - Pain:
She used to think that there could be nothing more painful than Galaxia's powerful energy blasts ripping through your body, tearing relentlessly through flesh and bone; when she was made to watch helplessly as Sailor Lead Crow stole her beloved's Star Seed, she realized she was wrong.
#05 - Potatoes:
Usagi slipped the last French fry into her mouth, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor with each careful chew; as she licked the last traces of salt on her fingertips, Seiya gulped and wondered how it was possible for somebody to make eating fried potatoes sexy.
#06 - Rain:
"You're going to catch a cold, baka!" Usagi hissed from the relative safety of the covered walkway; with a gleam in his eye, Seiya tugged the blonde out into the rain, spinning her around till they were both dizzy and breathless and soaked to the bone and Usagi had forgotten all about the dangers of a rainstorm.
#07 - Chocolate:
It was no surprise that Seiya Kou would receive a large amount of chocolate for Valentine's Day, as was evident by the enormous pile of pink and red boxes flooding from his locker; it was, however, quite unusual that out of all the gifts he had received, he kept only a small heart-shaped box adorned with a simple bunny-print note written entirely in Hiragana, and left the rest of the chocolates lying forlornly on the floor.
#08 - Happiness:
Sailor Star Fighter knew, probably more than any other, how fleeting happiness was in face of the brewing battle against Galaxia, and so she was eternally grateful for that one light of hope that continued to shine through all of the darkness and despair.
#09 - Telephone:
"Hey, Seiya - uh, wait, hold on - Shingo, if you don't put down that phone, I'll chop you up into tiny little bite-sized pieces and feed you to Luna, you eavesdropping brat!"
#10 - Ears:
"You're ticklish there?" Usagi said incredulously, an amused smile playing on the corner of her lips; Seiya flushed red and covered his ears protectively, refusing to say a word.
#11 - Name:
Usagi once asked Seiya what his real name was back on Kinmoku - not Sailor Star Fighter, nor Seiya Kou, but the name he was born with - but when she saw the haunted look in his eyes, she never asked again.
#12 - Sensual:
Seiya's powerful singing voice was one that had sent many a fangirl into a frenzy, but Usagi secretly preferred the low, husky tone he used to whisper sweet nothings into her ear.
#13 - Death:
She was more than capable of killing the phage - just one Star Serious Laser would be enough to do the job - but something about the pleading look in the strange Senshi's eyes convinced her to hold back.
#14 - Sex:
Their relationship had always been complicated from the beginning - still, there was something so completely delicious, completely thrilling, completely right about the way their bodies would meet in the frantic thrusts of their hips, the sticky slide of skin against skin, the desperate meeting of soft lips and gentle caresses under the cover of the night.
#15 - Touch:
He placed his hands on her shoulders, and instantly, a jolt of energy ran through their bodies: the aura of the stars - a Senshi's aura - and something else that ran far deeper.
#16 - Weakness:
Seiya often found himself waking up in the middle of the night, Usagi's screams and Galaxia's laughter still ringing in his ears.
#17 - Tears:
He ran a finger across the frame, smudging the glass over the smiling face of that person; he remembered the way she cried so despairingly over this man and he slammed the picture face-down, as if that would erase the memory of him.
#18 - Speed:
He felt nothing - not the burn of his muscles as they strained to keep up with his pace, nor the furious beat of the song as it pumped along the floorboards - nothing but the dull ache in his chest and the burning sensation behind his eyes, so he danced faster.
#19 - Wind:
The wind always held fond memories for Seiya - one was the feeling of a zephyr caressing the lush grasses of the vast Kinmoku fields, and another the way a cool breeze wafted lazily through the afternoon, playfully tossing long blonde locks into the air before allowing the shining strands of gold to gently drift back down.
#20 - Freedom:
"Put your hands up, Odango!" Seiya yelled over the noise of the roller coaster, nudging his partner with his own raised hands; gingerly, Usagi threw up her arms at the next hill and soared down the track feeling terrified and excited and overwhelmed and, for once in a long while, free.
#21 - Life:
Enemies were meant to be killed - an axiom that Fighter accepted fully and followed unswervingly, even at the cost of her own pain; everyone deserved a second chance - a belief that Moon clung to wholeheartedly, and one Fighter would always be grateful for.
#22 - Jealousy:
"Look at him - flirting so shamelessly, leading all those girls on!" Usagi ranted to Minako, waving her chopsticks wildly in the air and gesturing in the general direction of the dark-haired singer and the few Three Lights fan club members that had gathered up the courage to approach him; the senshi of love raised a fine golden brow, but for once chose not to say anything.
#23 - Hands:
Usagi stretched her fingers out so that her hand rested gently against the other girl's open palm, awing at the way Seiya's fingers barely dwarfed hers.
#24 - Taste:
He'd always wondered what Usagi's lips would taste like - perhaps strawberry, like the lip gloss she loved so much, or chocolate, the lingering remnants of the fudge sundae she had just consumed - instead, he found that she tasted a flavor entirely all on her own, nothing at all like strawberries or chocolates but somehow an infinite times better, and he could think of no other word to describe it but perfect.
#25 - Devotion:
"Don't be stupid, Yaten - you know I'm completely devoted to our Princess!" Seiya snapped, determinedly ignoring the traitorous thoughts of a certain odango-headed girl with sunshine hair and laughing blue eyes.
#26 - Forever:
"We can't keep doing this forever," she whispers against his lips, but somehow, she never finds the strength to pull away.
#27 - Blood:
"Why do you hate ketchup so much?" she asks once, dipping a fry into the sauce and lifting it to her lips; he watches the liquid smear across her lips and quickly looks away - it's all he can do to keep from sweeping the blood-red condiment off the table, never to stain her skin again.
#28 - Sickness:
Yaten snorts and calls him a lovesick moron, but he doesn't care - if anything, it makes him prouder of his feelings.
#29 - Melody:
There was something different in the way Seiya sang; the call for the Princess was still there, but now there was another message intertwined in the melody, one equally sad and longing.
#30 - Star:
On clear nights, she would sit at her window and look up at the sky, searching for that one brilliant flare that she knew was always watching over her.
#31 - Home:
"Seiya, go to sleep - you'll need all your strength for our journey home," Taiki reminds him, and he wonders what the word means to him now.
#32 - Confusion:
It was all very confusing, really, and surely no one could blame her for being so torn - after all, what, exactly, is one supposed to do when the feeling you thought would be devoted to only one man starts to blossom for another?
#33 - Fear:
She didn't like it at all - of all the Starlights, Sailor Star Fighter was not supposed to know fear, so how did the very thought of losing this one girl bring so much of that hated emotion?
#34 - Lightning/Thunder:
Usagi whimpered and burrowed deeper into Seiya's shoulder; his solid presence reassured her like no other, and for once, she truly felt safe from the raging skies.
#35 - Bonds:
Years later, she still finds herself picking up the teddy bear keychain, and her heart stirs faintly with memories thought to have been buried away so long ago.
#36 - Market:
Never had he visited a place filled with such hustle and bustle, not even back on Kinmoku, and he instinctively moves closer to her; she slips her hand in his, squeezing gently in reassurance, and he decides it's not so bad after all.
#37 - Technology:
"You're definitely having too much fun with this," Usagi remarks, but obligingly offers up another grin for Seiya's camera.
#38 - Gift:
"This gift certificate entitles Tsukino Usagi to one free kiss," Makoto reads out (Ami just blushes and refuses to read the carefully inked writing aloud, while Minako can't read a word without dissolving into giggles), and Usagi launches into another great tirade about the arrogance of Seiya Kou.
#39 - Smile:
Seiya had all sorts of different smiles: one for when he was meeting fans, another for when he was performing on stage, and yet another for when he was cracking a corny joke in class, but his most sincere and brilliant smile had to be the one he reserved only for Usagi.
#40 - Innocence:
"It's true - they do sell balloons in foil packages!" Seiya defended stubbornly, and Usagi buried her face in her hands, wondering why in the world she had agreed to having him accompany her on that last trip to the convenience store.
#41 - Completion:
"Happy birthday, Odango," Fighter grins at the framed picture of the blonde girl as she strums the last few notes of the recently finished song.
#42 - Clouds:
"Look, that one looks like your head!" Seiya exclaims, pointing up at a lumpy cloud, and receives a half-playful slap on the arm for it.
#43 - Sky:
She's not quite sure whether to love or hate the sky - on one hand, it's what separates them, but then again, it's what connects them, too.
#44 - Heaven:
The strange Senshi alights upon the ground, her wings folding gracefully behind her, and for a moment, she feels heaven.
#45 - Hell:
Fighter was never one to believe in the notions of heaven and hell, for she knew that everything came from and returned to the Galaxy Cauldron, but she swore she felt an eternity of hell in those few moments that Sailor Moon lay lifelessly on the grass, her Star Seed shining in the palm of the Animamate.
#46 - Sun:
"Honestly, with the way he struts around, you'd think he was the center of the galaxy," Usagi rolls her eyes, but still, her gaze remains drawn to him.
#47 - Moon:
She steps out onto the balcony, resting her hands upon the marble railing as she stares up into the night sky, and Seiya sees the Princess that she was said to have been, and glimpses of the Queen that she would be.
#48 - Waves:
They lap gently at his feet, and she takes immense pleasure in seeing his face glow with delight at that simple action.
#49 - Hair:
Usagi pouts, bemoaning the fact that his hair is more beautiful than hers; Seiya laughs and twirls a lock of the golden silk with his finger, thinking her wrong.
#50 - Supernova:
Contrary to popular belief, not all stars die in a catastrophic explosion of light and gas; some merely tire of it all and slowly fade away.