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everybody's been there and i don't mean on vacation.

WHO:

musicite ( closed )
LOCATION: Agrabah,
TIME: Afternoonish?
WHAT: The two meet in order to get a better understanding of one another -- through their music.
RATING: PG?

That knotted feeling, in that base of her stomach -- that was the result of not having shared with the other outer senshi as of her whereabouts. It wasn't that she'd lied -- she simply... didn't share the information openly. Something about this young man and his music... it compelled her to find out more. She was sure that it was the influence the Princess had on her that drove her onward -- remembering the arrival of the Sailor Starlights, and that perhaps... if she had been a little less cold, they could have made it even a little bit farther. For Sailormoon's sake...

She cleared her throat, surprised by her own naïve thoughts, and shook herself free of the mentality. She couldn't be foolish and completely let her guard down.

The location shouldn't have been too hard to find -- the rooftop of one of the local businesses. A normal person probably would have difficult time of reaching it. It was best to make sure that they were away from the view of the general public. There, she waited, her arms crossed over her chest as she second guessed the decision to even arrange it.

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If Zoisite had doubts, they didn't show in the least. He stood by the edge of the rooftop, letting the breeze play with the edges of his cloak. He did not turn around when Neptune arrived.

"Neptune." He spoke softly, tasted the sound of the name. "You have come arrayed for battle?"

She looked him over from head to toe... then chuckled to herself quietly. "I suppose it's my duty to be cautious. I meant no offense." She offered airily. Not to mention that her abilities were magnified after transforming.

He seemed to take no real offense. But then, he was hard to read. "If we are to show each other the nature of our music, perhaps this is best," he suggested.

With little else to draw him towards an unknown sailor senshi, he began immediately.

"I do not need the piano to show you my music. Do you have your violin?"

In her hands which remained at her sides, the marine cathèdrale, her violin, manifested in a splash of otherwordly energy. Neptune nodded, wanting him to start first, as she seemed more interested in Zoisite's tale than anything she had to offer at the moment.

"You should already know about the distant past," Zoisite remarked, still looking across the rooftops rather than directly at Neptune. However, there would be differences.

"I will show you." He lifted his hands, as though his piano were there after all, and the faint strains of music began to fill the air.

She did, and nodded in response. There were traces of the Silver Millennium locked away in her heart. Memories from before she was reborn to earth. Of course, the things she saw back then were mostly cold and lonely -- guarding at her post far away from the others.

As he began to play, she inhaled and held her breath for a moment, allowing herself to be taken away by the music, drawn into his world. She closed her eyes, letting it wash over her.

His voice, as much as his music, guided her memories.

"In the distant past, like you, we protected the planet." He could still hardly believe he could no longer, right now, say 'this planet'. "You should know this."

His own memories, of course, focus on the shitennou: a group of four men who, in the memories, seem to share one heart. The younger two, boisterous and competitive, carried out their rambunctious antics under the tolerant gaze of the elder two.

As the images, the sensations play out before her -- she smiles fondly at the scene of the shitennou bonding. It's strangely heartwarming, seeing them thrive in their element, protecting the prince. A smile forms on her lips in the process, touched by their sense of camaraderie.

If only it could end there. But if it ended there, it wouldn't have ended.

"The Moon and Earth were forbidden to meet. However, we were unable to separate them... Master and Princess." No different, of course, to the senshi who had known it was wrong and forbidden and dangerous for Serenity to sneak off to see Endymion.

No more memories of pleasant sunlit forests; there is fire and brimstone and chaos. Panic.

As expected, the tale seemed to follow along the same path. The forbidden love between the prince and princess... the decline in the age as they knew it to follow. Still, standing there, she felt herself jolt and cringe momentarily at the change in scenery. Her hands, around her instrument still, tightening.

"When the war came, our master was struck down. And thus, the princess destroyed that world and the past life with the power of the ginzuishou."

He does not shrink from these words, just as he will not shrink from telling the crimes of the shitennou afterward, though his grey eyes flicker towards Neptune as he speaks them.

At the sight playing out before her, Neptune gasped. That was enough to snap her out of the reverie. "The princess... destroyed the world?!" her breathing became irregular, obviously disturbed by the revelation, her eyes wide as she turned to Zoisite.

"That is correct." He offers no words of consolation or reassurance; the truth is, he still blames her. It's Kunzite's words assuring him that the curses of the past were broken that have kept him from solving them his own way.

Ironic, that; a twist of timelines and fates that only this place could have brought together. But after so long begging Kunzite to try to forgive and to trust, he can only do the same when his friend gives him solid assurances.

Consolation... it's not what she needs at that moment, anyway. An explanation would have suited her much better. The power of the silver crystal... it wasn't meant to destory! Much less the world that they all cherished; by the princess who loved it most of all! There was hardly any comfort in the fact that Neptune was not a native to the reality that was passing before her eyes... just knowing that such a thing had happened... it was difficult to grasp.

In that moment, she wasn't sure how to respond. A solemn expression replacing the horror she convinced herself to lock away for now.

Power is power, in his world; if nothing else, the crystal and Metalia were entirely bound together. He glances, finally, at the wordless Neptune.

"You have no words in her defense?"

She didn't know what to say, at first. A fate like that was tragic... A world where the princess caused destruction instead of healing. With everything that she had come in to believe in, the miracles all surrounding Sailormoon... it shook her to the core to know that events like these had transpired. Usagi... who loved the earth, and everyone, so much...

"I doubt... any words I could say would change anything," she shifted her eyes to the ground. "But the princess I know... my princess... would never allow any harm to befall anyone..."

"The sailor senshi said the same until she confessed to it." He does not believe the pretty words so easily; despite Kunzite's assurances, the princess is a danger until the events that ended the past life finally come to pass.

"You say it was different?" This is possible. He has great mental abilities, but he is no psychic. He cannot see the possibilities of other worlds clearly.

"Our princess is the hope of our world," she was quick to defend -- but relaxed slightly, being able to relate far too well with the pain of losing everything, just as Zoisite had.

She looked down at her violin again, and then back to the shitennou. She nodded in his direction, as she brought the instrument up to her chin. "Would you, please?" her way of asking for accompaniment.

He nods, and lifts his hands, bringing them free of his sleeves. He begins to play, and his music entwines hers perfectly, piano and violin wrapped around each other in perfect synch and harmony.

She closes her eyes, losing herself in the melody as she pulls the bow along the strings. The tune is filled with something nostalgic -- and in her mind she can picture the silver millennium clearly.

"In the distant past, we -- the soldier of the outside planets, guarded the kingdom from afar." It's like she's there again -- and the song ominous... something lonely making itself known. A soldier facing the cold darkness of space. "When Metalia attacked -- she killed the Earthen prince..." she gives this a brief moment of silence -- "and the princess, unable to live without him... took her own life."

It's so similar to what he's shown her, except for that last moment, except for the form which the princess' panic took. He does not seem disturbed by the story, or the images and memories it conjures up under his power and their music.

"And then?" He asks it softly, prompting her to go further. In his world, their lives all became about the goal of preventing that past from repeating. Hers...?

"Because of that... the harbinger of death was awoken. She turned the world to dust as she dropped her glaive. The soldier of silence... Sailorsaturn." With little more than a flash, the era was destroyed. "We were reborn to the earth, with the last bit of power from our queen..." the tune seemed to resemble a requiem by now, lamenting the loss of their peaceful age.

"The three of us once again charged with the task of preventing the silence from befalling this world, also. We thought the only way would be to kill the source of the threat -- locate and kill Saturn. However..." and ever so slowly... a light in the distance began to shine in her vision. The light of Sailormoon. The Silver Imperium Crystal -- "she showed us there was another way. And became our hope..."

"Sailor Moon still leads her sailor senshi by the nose," Zoisite observes. He has never had any liking for the often silly girl. Her closeness to his master does the opposite of endearing him to her: he worries for Endymion's safety.

"Be sure there will be no repetition in this world," he warns. He will take her life himself if necessary to prevent it.

Neptune narrowed her eyes at that, she didn't like to hear anyone speak in that tone about Usagi. If there was ever a pure hearted girl in the world, who meant only to show everyone love an acceptance... it was she. "You will see... with your own eyes," she added, her tone becoming slightly cold with the words. "And we will be there alongside of her," she added, perhaps as extra assurance. She didn't want to believe there was a world that had collapsed by her hand...

He nodded, whether accepting Neptune's assurances or whether simply considering the subject to be laid out clearly now.

"I have no intent to harm her at this time," he decides to clarify, after Kunzite's annoyance over the senshi's constant suspicions. "However, if it becomes necessary, I will not allow her life to be saved at the expense of these worlds."

"It will not come to that," she added stubbornly, then shifted her weight on her heels, and stiffened again. "But I am sure that your tale doesn't end with the fall of the Silver Millennium," she wanted to know everything -- "surely you were reborn to the Earth like everyone else."

He does not shrink away from what was done, though it's not hard to find his own resentment in the telling: Beryl.

"We were revived by Beryl, using the power of Metalia. We were unable to separate from her to seek our master while she held that power."

And the senshi. "The sailor senshi were awakened to fight the Dark Kingdom's youma until their princess was revealed once more."

She paused, not knowing exactly how to phrase her next question... but it was something that couldn't be overlooked, no matter how sensitive. The soldier in her took over as she looked Zoisite over. "And your fate...?"

"My fate will be with my master." This is no answer, and he knows it. But it is the only answer he has; no, it is even the only compass he has. From Kunzite, he knows there is freedom ahead of them; that is good. He knows they will even be whole once more; good.

He does not know the things Kunzite is avoiding saying.

Neptune seemed to soften at that. The shitennou always seemed to be handed a cruel fate; if his only wish is to be with the prince... that is not something she would stand in the way of. Especially if she imagined herself in the same position, stranded by fate or not.

"Then we shall consider this... the beginning of a new age. Where all of us shall fight to see the worlds brought back together again." She did not believe Metalia's hand reached as far as this place, nor did she feel any malice from him, or his music. She was certain now that this was genuine.

Every word has been genuine, from his claim not to be the senshi's enemy any longer to his open admission that he will still go against them if he must to protect what he loves above all. He will not avoid it for any sentiment's sake.

"You have that sort of belief?" he questions her mildly. His world never lent itself to optimism. He does not denounce it, though he does not embrace it. "We shall see."

Working together is quite possible. If he were to discover a way to restore his world alone, he would leave the other worlds to their fates.

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