The Star of Night | MIYAKO

act thirty-two { the fight that could change our future }

Everything felt straight out of a movie. Robotic droids flying around, shooting lasers. Female warriors with mythical weapons defeating evil with their every breath. The Universe's strongest artifact in the hands of the chosen one. 

In the middle of a battle for her--no, for they're future--Sailor Star was at the center of it. Figuratively and literally. Not only was she boxed in between her friends fighting the last remnants of the Black Moon Clan, but inside her Brooch was the thing their enemy was after: the Legendary Silver Crystal. 

The air that whipped against her face was cold. When she breathed, all Sailor Star saw was her breath: a cold cloud. But she was sweating. As her body weaved and avoided Droids and swords, all she could feel drop from her was sweat as if she were fighting next to the sun. This fight forced Sailor Star through it, emotionally, mentally, and physically. 

"Behind you, Sailor Mars!"

The warrior ducked the moment her name was called out, and not a second later was a Droid shot down. A gold arrow pinned it to the ground. Ready to fire another that soared for her friends, Sailor Star nocked the arrow against the string and took aim. 

Just over Sailor Mercury's shoulder. 

Right as the arrow when flying from the golden bow, Sailor Star was dragged to the ground. Everything happened so fast, all she could focus on before her world shaded black was her star-crafted bow and arrow vanish to dust. When she came to, her heart dropped as fast as her body was. 

"What are you doing?" Sailor Star gasped. Her voice was a soft, it had to be. Why would her own friend hurt her like that? 

From the red lining of his cape to his soulless eyes, Sailor Star looked over everything she could see on Tuxedo Mask. When her legs moved under him, he quickly straddled her, planting one foot to the ground, while he held both her hands above her head. 

"Tuxedo Mask, what  are you--" His other hand grabbed her neck. Whatever else Sailor Star had to say was muted to a quiet groan. Her legs, though, continued to writhe under him, not matter how hard he gripped her wrists. "Let me go..."

In one motion, Tuxedo Mask stood and lifted Sailor Star into the air, still holding her by the neck. If he could see her legs feet swinging in the air, he ignored it. The lack of warmth and empathy in his eyes blinded him to his girlfriend struggling to breath. 

Drop her...

A voice in the wind commanded Tuxedo Mask to do so, and he did. In the second she had to catch her breath and think of a plan that didn't involve hurting her boyfriend, Sailor Star could only complete one of those tasks before the air was knocked from her lungs. Tuxedo Mask didn't waste another moment to punch her again on her sides. Her ribs. Chest. Back. 

Nothing in the man cracked when Sailor Star screamed at him to stop. 

From the clouds, Black Mistress's laugh was a bitter bite on the Sailor Guardian's spirit to fight. 

Strewn on her back, her face hot and bruised, Sailor Star looked at the dark sky when her chest deflated. 

Do not fight. 

A promise she told herself repeated in her mind like an incessant prayer. Don't fight him. That's not Tuxedo Mask. That's not Mamoru. Even if he kicked her, Sailor Star wasn't going to fight him. Because if she does, her body and soul will never stop until the enemy stopped. Shoved back into the rotten dirt, a melody of chimes were heard in the distance. The sound was...soothing and her chest was warm. 

Is this the Silver Crystal Activating its defense mechanism?

"Please..." The Guardian muttered under her breath. Somewhere behind those dark clouds was the Moon, shining down on this forgotten kingdom.