When the day came that the earth called upon the planet Venus for help as the invading darkness began to overwhelm their forces, the royal family knew that they could not justly refuse the request of the people who had worked so diligently to build the strength of their army - especially not a request from the one who had personally done so much for them. Sailor Venus led her army to Earth, with Adonis as the leading General, where she turned them over to Endymion’s Shitennou, falling under the command of non other than the one man that had slowly become the center of attention for both Venusians (albeit for very different reasons).
Adonis watched Venus standing with the silver haired Shitennou, noticed the discrete looks they had begun giving each other. Most of all, he noticed the red bow that she now wore in her hair. Was this a hidden symbol of a relationship not meant to be known? Might this be the same sash that he had been wearing in her garden that night? Adonis closed his eyes and could imagine how after he had left the couple the way that Minako would have approached him, her nature playful as she tugged the red material from his waist.
His larger hands, not nearly as soft as hers, would steal back the material and use it to partially tie back the free flowing strands of her hair.
Heat built up as his mind continued with this fantasy of her slipping her finger into the waist band of the man’s pants.
With a teasing tug against the dark material she would slip free of him and turn as if she would walk away knowing that he would not let her escape him so easily.
No, he could not allow himself to continue to think of these images. Colored specks floated through his vision while a dull heat burned behind his eyes. Those standing closest to him began to shift uncomfortably as if they could know his thoughts. It didn’t matter what they thought – they were all here to die on this wretched planet anyway.
Surprising everyone, Adonis had chosen to stand amongst the other Venusian soldiers rather than on the platform next to the couple that sought to deceive everyone with their coy appearance. He would rather be one of the common soldiers – a no one in her army –than stand beside them continuing to pretend that nothing had changed when in fact everything had for reasons that he could not truly justify.
Sailor Venus had very little to say to her men that Adonis knew were being led to slaughter by this alien force that had invaded the Earth from within. Her brief words were meant to be encouraging, but he doubted that anyone heard them. She was their goddess princess that was rarely seen by their mortal eyes – so of course it was these same eyes that paid attention while their ears turned deaf in the sweet hypnosis of her voice. It was Endymion who next offered little more than a handful of words of gratitude – but his appearance was cut short and he was quickly swept away from the open space by another one of his guards – a man with long blonde hair swept into an unruly ponytail. Zoicite he had heard this man called once, but he was too inconsequential for Adonis to be interested in – he lacked the presence of the silver haired man whose booming voice now spoke to the soldiers. His speech was long and meaningful as he had always had a way with words. The Venusian soldiers were energized by his promises of victory and with the confidence with which he spoke these words.
Adonis knew better by now than to allow himself to be swayed by anything that this man promised. Again he could feel the same heat burning behind his eyes – this time warmer than before.
The speeches eventually ended and the blonde senshi slipped away from the crowds, following after the Shitennou that had been standing at her side. Undoubtedly they would go off to join the Earthen prince for their “conferences” where he would ultimately wind up sneaking off and indulging himself in the affections of the Moon princess. In his absence the princess and the Heavenly King would be alone to do as they pleased. The ache in Adonis’s head intensified as did the increasingly heated sensation behind his eyes. He excused himself with what he had hoped to be words even though he was sure they came out as dull grunts. How far he walked or where he had walked to he couldn’t be sure – the pain drove him forward while his mind pulled at him to go back, but he couldn’t stop himself.
He paused to lean against the nearby tree – really any object sturdy enough to support his weight would have been enough. The ache had increased in intensity so that it felt as if the fires of Mars burned behind his eyes. Bright spots filled his vision until he could barely see his surroundings. He wanted to scream out against the pain, but found that he could do little more than brace himself against the onslaught of images threatening to tear his mind apart.
The beautiful couple of gold and silver threaded their fingers together as they slid further into the wild forest surrounding the castle to a place where they believed they would be alone. Adonis watched, a numb feeling spreading through him as she threw herself into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist and meeting his lips in a kiss so passionate that he knew he should be blushing for witnessing. Large hands tangled in golden locks while her hands made quick work of unfastening the buttons of his shirt.
Adonis shook his head in disgust, the taste of bile in his throat. This isn’t the way that it was supposed to be. He should have been accepted as one of Endymion’s Shitennou. He would have reported directly to the silver haired general – to the man of legend whose name had come to echo throughout the galaxy many times louder and further than that of the man he served, the prince of this barbaric planet.
Dropping to his knees, his hands flew to his head, the heels of his palms digging into his closed eyelids as he silently begged for the pain to stop. He didn’t want to see these images, to have these thoughts haunting his dreams and waking moments.
‘Do you really want it to stop?’ a voice inside him said. He didn’t need to answer, his mind knew how to respond for him. A release from the heat behind his eyes that left him nearly blinded to his surroundings.
The man being held hostage by her strong thighs stopped her, slowly lowering her back to the ground. She was angry by his rejection and slapped him with jaw breaking force when he attempted to speak to her and stormed further off the palace grounds to be alone.
‘Promise me,’ the voice continued with its rasping tone.
And it stopped.
