Dragon's Fate
by Rikugou//...// indicates thought.
:...: indicates telepathic communication.
Chapter 2
Wufei was left staring at the door of his room. Some part of him was correct in doing what he did if he wanted a normal life. He was reminded that he was a Gundam pilot, and that was about as strange as one could get. Yet another shouted at his foolishness for sending away his only chance for love in his life. He already lost Meiran and he knew that she wouldn't want him avoiding having a relationship because of her. Wufei sighed and changed into a new set of clothes before going to Feihong's room.
He stood outside the door, not knowing if he should go in. When he heard a half stifled sob, that settled it. Steeling his resolve, Wufei opened the door and was greeted with unbearable amounts of heat. He immediately closed the door. He slid to the floor. //Why was it so hot? Oh yes, that's right. He's the grandchild of the senshi that controls fire. If he couldn't stand the heat how else would he be able to control it. Nataku, forgive me for betraying you//
Wufei put his hand on the knob and braced himself for the searing heat. He closed the door after him and walked step by agonizing step to the boy lying face down on the bed. "Feihong," he said softly.
"Are you here to insult me again?"
"No," he gasped. He felt as if the heat was sucking away his air. "Can you turn down the heat a bit? Onegai?"
"I like the temperature," Feihong said stubbornly. Wufei stumbled the couple of steps to the bed and sat on the edge, contemplating whether or not he should give Feihong the same surprise he gave him. The pros won out the cons and Feihong found himself in a heated lip lock. His control over the heat in the room vanished and Wufei felt much better.
"I'm sorry, Feihong. It's been so hard since Meiran died. I'm afraid I don't know how to maintain a relationship after her death," he whispered.
"Whose death?" Feihong asked, cupping Wufei's cheek and running a finger across soft lips. Wufei leaned into the caress and laid on his side on the bed, facing Feihong.
"My wife, Meiran. She used to say that she was Nataku and I would call her that as a nickname. I was a scholar while she was a fighter. All we did was fight, back and forth all day long, just tolerating the other because of our duty."
"B-But you're no older than me!" Feihong exclaimed.
"It was an arranged marriage. Then suddenly something changed and I began to actually miss her presence and the sound of her voice. I noticed the tiniest details about her. I realized by then that I was falling in love. However, my colony was destroyed, leaving me as the only surviving member of the Dragon clan," Wufei said, closing his eyes slightly in pain.
"Why are you telling me this?" Feihong asked. Wufei dropped his eyes.
"I want to try to be with you. I realized that most people have only one chance for love and I am one of the few lucky people who managed to get an extra chance. Would you be willing to deal with my stubbornness?" Wufei asked, looking up expectantly. For what seemed like an eternity, both merely stared at each other. When Feihong didn't answer, Wufei took it as a rejection. Nothing ever hurt more than that moment. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the empty purple eyes he knew were looking at him on the bed and stood up.
"Where are you going?!"
"I have no reason to be here," Wufei said sadly, turning towards the door. Feihong leapt off the bed and wrapped his hands around his middle, head pressed against the small of Wufei's back. Black eyes widened in surprise.
"Don't go. Onegai," Feihong whispered. "I was just surprised by what you said. I wasn't expecting it."
//Did I hurt him that bad? Did I actually convince him that strongly of my feelings?// Wufei thought in horror. He turned in his embrace and kneeled to be at eye level with his newly acquired and within time, love. Wufei wrapped his arms around shoulders and brought him closer, swallowing the gasp of surprise with his lips. Strong arms wrapped themselves around his own waist and he tightened his arms in response. When air was a necessity, they separated, breathe mingling. All of a sudden, Wufei yawned. "I must be more tired than I thought," he said softly. His head was laying on a shoulder and he breathed in the musky scent which seemed to surround the descendent of Mars.
It seemed to intoxicate him all the more and make his eyes droop in drowsiness. Feeling safe and protected like he never was before within the confines of Feihong's arms, he fell asleep. He never felt himself being moved onto the bed, enclosed within strong arms.
***
A monotonous beep intoned the start of classes. A blonde haired boy bounded out of his room with excited energy with the brown banged boy following closely behind him. A sudden shout of "HEERO!" was heard from the room shared by Duo and Heero. Quatre laughed threaded his fingers through those of Trowa's. The green eyed boy squeezed back gently. The door to wing opened and Usagi stepped inside, clad in an OZ Special uniform.
"Where is Wufei? He usually wakes up at this time," Quatre asked, puzzled. An immaculate Heero stepped out of his room, a chestnut braid clenched in his hand. He yanked and the American pilot came tumbling out.
"Itai! It's too early to be awake!" he whined.
"I used to agree with you when I was your age," Usagi said, shrugging out of the stiff jacket of the uniform. "I had an early mission and had to infiltrate a base to prevent a remaking of mobile dolls. I can't believe they actually pride themselves on their security. Pathetic, all of them." She snapped her fingers and she was dressed totally in black.
Usagi looked around but did not find Wufei or Feihong. The child of Mars knew better than to oversleep. "Hey, where's Wu?" Duo asked, finally realizing that they were missing one member of their group.
"You go on ahead. Mamoru is just outside the door. He will bring you to the dining room for some breakfast. I already ate. I'll meet you on the training grounds," she said, walking to Feihong's room. Duo whooped for joy and pulled Heero after him. Heero took it all silently although his eyes softened.
Usagi didn't open the door until all four of the Gundam pilots had left. Opening the door would alert both trained soldiers so only teleporting would be quiet enough. Her brow furrowed a bit and she disappeared from the wing to reappear in the bedroom.
There on the queen sized bed was two figures. Wufei was held in the embrace of Feihong with the longhaired boy curled protectively around him. The Chinese pilot had his face turned into the hollow of Feihong's throat with his arms tightly around the other. Feihong's braid was unraveled from sleep and the strands covered both of them. Usagi had to smile at the picture. They just looked so adorable together!
A barely seen golden glow was surrounding them and Usagi realized with surprise that it was an indication of a soul bond. Some time last night, she had felt some tension rising from this wing when she passed by to check that all was clear. //I must have been Wufei. He doesn't strike me as the person who likes guys. Must have been a shock// She was tempted to go and check but had waited several minutes to see if it would disappear. Usagi had been ecstatic when she felt the recognition of a soul bond but didn't know who it was between. Now she knew.
She scrawled a short note and put it on the night table before leaving just in time to hear Wufei softly exhale the name 'Feihong'.
***
Wufei traveled through a comfortable haze of sleep, not wanting to get out of it. His trained senses found a person in his room but his instincts told him it was not an enemy. He shifted to press his face closer to the satiny surface of the object he was clutching and his eyes snapped open when he felt the object move. Wufei found himself staring at lightly bronzed skin similar to his own and black silk brushed against his cheek. He lifted drowsy black eyes to see the peaceful expression of Feihong. His expression was fixed into his usually unused smile.
He ran his hands through Feihong's unbound hair, marveling at the silkiness. //I wonder if Heero finds Duo's hair as fascinating as I find Feihong's// He glanced out the window just behind Feihong and found the artificial sun shining brightly in the sky.
"Kisama!" Wufei cursed and mentally slapped himself when he felt Feihong stir. Eyes dark from sleep blinked kitten-like at him.
"Ohayo," Feihong whispered, pressing his cheek against the top of Wufei's head.
"Do me a favor and look out the window," Wufei stated flatly. Feihong turned.
"Shimatta!" he shouted, jumping out of bed. He grabbed something from his night table which resembled a pen with an orb on top and read the note Usagi had left for him. It stated that they were to report to the simulation room as soon as they were awake after breakfast. "Mars, Power up!" he said, holding it in the air. He was suddenly bathed in rings of flame before he was totally submerged in them, hiding his body. Wufei's eyes widened half in terror, half in amazement.
When the flames died out, he was no longer a he but a she. "NANI?" Wufei forced past his uncooperative throat. Feihong was wearing some kind of sailor suit that had a short bright red skirt and collar with purple bows and white body suit. On her forehead was a tiara with a red star shaped gemstone which was connected with a red tinted visor over her eyes. She wore low healed red combat boots that reached just below her knees. Over her long fingered hands were white gloves with red stitching at the end which reached somewhere in between elbow and wrist. On her shoulders were three transparent armor guards. At her side, was the sword Wufei recognized as the one he had fought with in their earlier battle.
"Heehee, it seems that all us guys that have senshi Star Seeds have a gender change when we transform. It's rather annoying and disconcerting, especially the first time around," she said, blowing her bangs in annoyance. The unbound mess that her hair was in before was not in a perfect braid.
"Kirei," Wufei said, his eyes softening. Feihong blushed.
"Um, we better go before Serenity-sama yells at us," she said, fidgeting from the slightly feral look in Wufei's eyes. He walked the couple of steps to stop right in front of her. Before she could react, Wufei wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her down to meet his lips. Feihong detransformed to immaculate clothing and his hair still in a neat braid.
"Now we can go," Wufei whispered against his lips. He never felt so giddy in his life as that moment. He untied his hair and the strands fell to reach just below shoulder length. He was about to put it back into its normal ponytail when a hand stopped him.
"Leave it down," Feihong asked, a playful smile on his lips. Wufei couldn't do anything but comply. Grabbing Wufei's hand, he dragged the both of them to get some breakfast.
***
Duo took off his helmet and ran a hand through ragged bangs. "That was unreal. It actually felt like I was fighting in a real battle!" he exclaimed. Next to him, Heero was still fighting an invisible enemy.
"These simulation programs are made to make the person feel as if they were in real battle situations," said a blue haired woman. "I'm Mizuno Ami, the original Sailor Mercury, and one of the scientists here at the palace. I designed these myself."
"They are just amazing," Trowa said as he took off his helmet the same time Quatre did.
"Oh, it was rather easy to design a simulation unit like this. It's basically a game and training all in one. Usagi-chan taught me that all learning and no fun can be detrimental to one's health," Ami said with a smile.
"Badmouthing me, eh, Ami-chan?" Usagi said. "Hidoi. I was never that bad," she added with a pout for good measure.
"Think again, Odango Atama. Your grades were pathetic in junior high," said the fiery senshi of Mars who had just walked into the room.
"I got better," she said in a sulky tone.
"Eventually. When asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, she answered, 'Marry Mamo-chan of course!' She lived up to the name Odango Atama," Rei said. They all had to stifle a laugh.
"You would think a millennia would make her forget that dreaded nickname. As you can see, I don't wear my hair like that anymore," gesturing to the high braided ponytail.
"But you will always be my Odango Atama," a disembodied voice said. Mamoru teleported straight into the room and wrapped his arms around her thin waist.
"Mamo-chan!" she whined, blushing crimson.
"Over a millennia old and they still act like lovesick teenagers, it's amazing," Shingo said from his position by the door. Usagi turned in Mamoru's embrace and glared at her son. Heero was still at it. She turned to a computer which linked them all together and tapped into the reading on the machine Heero was using. Immediately, images from Heero's point of view appeared on the screen.
"He's good. He managed to destroy the Venus and Jupiter mobile suits easily. Personally, I find the Uranus to be the hardest to destroy because it is designed to fight both in air and on land. However, once it gets into the water, its abilities are decreased by twenty five percent and I see that you two finally decided to join us," Usagi said, never once turning around. Her last statement made everyone turn around to see a brightly blushing Feihong and a slightly pink Wufei who for once had his hair down.
"Hey, Wu-man. What happened to your hair?" Duo said in mock terror.
"Rubber band broke. I don't have another one," Wufei said, giving him a look which told him not to ask or else he would suffer a horrible death.
"I would give you one but I only have the one on my braid. Is Heero still on that thing? He got up to level 20!"
"I'm impressed. For his first time on this program, that is excellent. The number of mobile suits go up in each level; usually our students start at level 15. Only those with senshi star seeds with certain skills get picked to be trained this way. The rest are tested from when they are five to twenty-one to put them in training for normal soldiers," Usagi said. She pressed a few keys on the keyboard and the lunar mobile suits were replaced by several Leos and Aries. There were even some Virgos and Taurus's thrown in for luck mixed in with the other hundred.
Heero's skills were pushed to their limits as he dodged the shot from the Virgos beam cannon. Usagi turned off the monitor and waited.
"Duo, I'm warning you now. He will most likely go slightly hysterical for a while because he will actually experience a death. None of you had finished your simulation so therefore you couldn't lose. This is how we discipline students, which is what you are at the moment. It tells them that if they don't strive to be better, that would be their fate," Usagi said seriously. "No matter how emotionless Heero can be, experiencing your own death is one of the worst possible things that can happen."
"Nani?! Then get him off that machine!" Duo shouted.
"Duo-san, I've been on that machine and have won on a couple of occasions. The winnings are slowly outnumbering the losses. The only way one can aspire to their full potential is only through practice. I had just completed a mission sometime last month and got word that a new suit is being made with a rather disturbing abilities. It will be piloted by Lady Une. She took over the OZ Federation at the beginning of last month," Feihong said solemnly.
Heero stiffened in his chair and collapsed onto the controls. "Heero!" Duo shouted, he ran quickly to his lovers side. "How can you do this to your students?" he shouted at Usagi. She merely looked on with a cool expression, nothing betraying her real emotions although she looked a bit pale.
"OZ pales in comparison to you," the Arabian pilot said. Quatre narrowed his eyes at her and Trowa gave in his own glare. Even Wufei was angry, knowing that his newly acquired love had went through the same thing several times.
Feihong rested a gentle hand on Wufei's shoulder and shook his head, a sad smile on his face. Trowa helped Duo carry Heero out with Quatre following close behind. Usagi's eyes looked on after them until they disappeared around the corner. Rei, sensing something wrong with her best friend and ruler, was immediately at her side. "Daijoubu, Serenity-sama?" she asked tentatively.
Usagi's eyes rolled back into her head and she fell forwards, unconscious, into her son's arms.
"I told kaasan she shouldn't be here during the simulations!" Shingo shouted, staring coldly at his father.
"It's not my fault. I tried locking her up and putting a ward on her but you know she's the best trained out of everybody in this whole palace. She could find her way out of steel enforced walls!" Mamoru yelled, throwing his arms up in frustration.
"Why did it hit her so hard? I would expect her to be used to this," Wufei said to Feihong.
"Quite the contrary, Wu-chan. She experiences each and every wound Heero had encountered during the simulation. Serenity-sama felt the death as if it was her own. Even though it causes her such pain, she still comes," Feihong explained.
"The newest generation still do not know why that happens. Eventually, you would be informed of the fact but now is as good as time as any. It is because of her awakened empathic abilities. Her skills used to be latent but over the many years, they increased in power. Her shields are still not strong enough to withstand the simulation deaths in such a close distance. Fortunately, they held during the battering Heero had," Ami said from behind them.
"That's why she always looked so pale after classes!" Feihong realized.
"I'm sorry to say that it is. Ami-chan managed to create a machine that creates psychic barriers on her mobile suit. It is indestructible so there is no risk for her to be suddenly overwhelmed by the deaths during battle," Mamoru shuddered.
"However, I still have not been able to create a more compact size. Usagi-chan refused to go lugging the machine around," Ami sighed.
Quatre and Trowa walked back into the room. Quatre's normally sunny expression was twisted into one of anger but disappeared when he saw the unconscious Usagi on the floor. "What happened?"
"Empathic backlash," Shingo simply said, putting a hand on his mother's forehead. The insignia of his descent, the crescent moon appeared. It glowed gold and connected with a beam of light to Usagi's forehead. The pained expression on her face disappeared and her eyes fluttered open.
"Usako, you're alright," Mamoru breathed in relief.
"Of course I'm alright, Mamo-chan. I haven't lived for so long to die because of that," Usagi said, getting up off the floor. "You can stop fussing over me, ototo," she said absently.
"Little brother?" Wufei said, puzzled.
"I always seem to forget for a moment. Gomen, Shingo-chan," Usagi said, rubbing her temples to attempt to stop her pounding headache.
"You wouldn't have to suffer from this if you would just follow directions, kaasan," Shingo grumbled.
"What hurts me can only make me stronger," Usagi said stubbornly. She turned to Wufei, who was wondering why she called her son, little brother. "I used to have a little brother but he died during the Black Moon War. I named this brat after him to remember the happy times of my 'normal' life."
"Will you stay in your room next time?" Rei asked.
"I wouldn't be the stubborn Odango Atama you all know and love will I, ne?" Usagi asked playfully as she dusted herself off and got up.
"You know as well as I that all of the senshi do not approve of this! One day you are going to die if you subject yourself to this kind of training! What kind of idiot are you?" Rei exploded.
"I do not need your advice in such matters, Sailor Mars! I am old enough to take care of myself and do not need to hear your petty insults!" Usagi shouted, her voice gradually rising in anger.
"It doesn't seem like..." Mars was cut off but Shingo's hand over her mouth.
"Stop it now. It will get us nowhere at the moment. And you know very well that kaasan's shields are not up to full capacity yet and if you yelled at her anymore you will collapse again from empathic overload," Shingo said in a flat tone.
"Empathic overload?" Quatre asked, suddenly curious. Feihong gave him a brief explanation and he suddenly remembered Usagi looking a bit pale before he left. "Are you alright now?" he asked, guilty that he had insulted her before.
"I am quite alright," she said. "I'm just a bit tired. I'll go see if Heero is okay before retiring for the day. I'm sorry to be such a terrible hostess, but I will not be joining you for lunch," Usagi said in a tired tone, walking slowly out the door.
Mamoru started after her but Shingo held out a hand to stop him. "Kaasan needs to be alone for now. She needs to sort out her feelings. This is the first time one of her students who used the simulation program had a lover," he said sadly.
"But--" he started.
"Shingo is right, Endymion-sama," Ami said, looking after them.
***
Usagi half stumbled to the West Wing. She knocked softly on the door Duo and Heero chose as their quarters. "Come in, Q," Duo said.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not Winner-san," Usagi said, walking into the room.
"What are you doing here?" he snarled. Heero was curled up on the bed, his face pressed into Duo's stomach and his arms wrapped around his waist. His shoulder was shaking ever so slightly. Usagi's heart clenched in pain.
"I'm here to apologize, Maxwell-san."
"We don't need your apologies," he growled, clutching Heero protectively.
"That program is why my operatives are so skilled. Everything else I have to teach them. I plan on keeping that death rate to the small number of 1. Do you know that she died, because of me?" Usagi said, her tone bitter. "I didn't train her hard enough. The damn child was too confident in her skills and it blew up in her face, literally. Thought that since she was my descendent, a Serenity, she would not be able to get killed. And do you know how she died? From a back shot. A back shot for Selene's sake! I told Mercury to add the death simulation to it shortly after that. That is the only way I can think of to prevent another one from getting killed or becoming too confident in their skills."
"She's right, Duo," Heero said, wiping his tears on Duo's black shirt.
"Heero, you're okay!" Duo cried out, giving his lover an enthusiastic kiss on the mouth. Usagi politely turned away.
"I was too confident that I would be able to beat a simulation, no matter how hard it was," Heero said, embarrassed.
"I can erase those memories if you like," Usagi offered.
"I think that I will keep them. It will remind me that it hurts like hell to die," Heero said.
"Glad to hear you are okay. Lunch is being served now. Now if you will excuse me, I have to collapse now," Usagi said calmly. And she did just that.
"I wondered what happened to her," Duo said absently, while he and Heero dragged her onto the unused bed on the other side of the room.
***
Missions came and went during the next three months, taken over by those who were qualified for the job. The five Gundam pilots continued to train under the simulation program, growing stronger mentally. They were also put under a special exercise program which increased their physical strength. The special bond between Wufei and Feihong went unnoticed by all except Usagi since she was the only one who could sense soul bonds. However, some already sensed that they were closer than they seemed.
For some reason, both wanted to keep their relationship a secret although they were finding it rather hard to hide it from their friends. This brings us to a discussion between the two lovers.
"We really should tell them you know," Wufei said, absently tracing lazy circles on Feihong's abdomen. Wufei's head was pillowed on the longhaired boy's chest, listening to the heartbeat under his ear. They were basking in the afterglow of their recent lovemaking, just content to curl up in each other's arms. Feihong squirmed and swatted at Wufei's hand.
"I don't know. Are you sure?" Feihong asked, uncertain.
"Yes, I am. If I wasn't would I be asking you? Besides, I think they already know since my bed is relatively unused," Wufei said, leaning up to give his lover a chaste kiss.
"Then I guess we should tell them, BUT only at the right time."
"Agreed, now as you said when we met that first day and I quote, 'Now, don't you think there is something better to do than talk?'" Wufei said before swallowing Feihong's comeback. They parted some time later, gasping.
"If I knew that you were this insatiable..." Feihong said before being pounced on again.
***
Meanwhile, in an OZ base, Treize was attempting to pick open a lock with no success. A man with a lifestyle like his would most likely not be able to accomplish that task. He cursed under his breath. His trusted Lady Une had put him in the never used dungeons of the old base. The base was built over what were once the ruins of a castle. Scratch that, Metallia put him in the dusty and moldy cell littered with bones. Lady Une was no more, replaced by the dark entity of some old evil.
"Never liked the damn woman, she always seemed psychotic," muttered a voice.
"We'll get out of this, Zechs," Treize said calmly.
"Still sure of that, Treize? We've been trapped here for about a month already, living on stale bread and water. I don't know why that thing won't kill us and get it over with. It can't control us so it's going to let us rot quietly in these damn dungeons," Zechs said flatly.
"There are still the Gundam pilots, Milliardo," Treize stated.
"Those pilots disappeared. Some new mobile suits recently attacked us, same number. You can't even get a reading from it at all. We couldn't even find out any information about those suits and when we were able to get somewhere, we were thrown in here," Zechs added.
"Losing hope won't do us any good," Treize said, dropping to the floor next to Zechs. He let his head drop onto his shoulder. "How can your hair still be so neat after a month with no proper way of brushing it?" he asked absently, running his fingers through the still silky platinum strands.
"Don't you think we should be making plans instead of asking idiotic questions?" Zechs said, successfully keeping the purr out of his voice.
"Well, since we have nothing better to do and we rarely had private moments like these," Treize said huskily. Zechs protested, feebly, and surrendered to the inevitable, hoping to all the gods that nobody would hear their moans.
***
"Obasan, we have received word that Treize Khushrenada is no longer the leader of OZ and he had disappeared sometime last month along with his second, Milliardo Peacecraft," said one of her grandchildren.
"Nani?" Usagi cried out inadvertently, stopping in the middle of the hallway. Duo couldn't stop fast enough and crashed into her. Usagi seemed unaffected. The five Gundam pilots and Feihong, who seemed to be attached to Wufei at the hip, were following her to the simulation room for another round of training when the pink haired girl ran up to them.
"Isn't Treize's second, Zechs Merquise?" Duo said, rubbing his nose.
"Milliardo Peacecraft is his real name and yes Heero, he is related to Relena," she said without turning around. During the three months, she seemed to be able to develop a skill of reading Heero's expressions and could actually predict his thoughts. Usagi turned her attention back on her great who knows how many times granddaughter. "Do we know of their whereabouts, Yumemi?"
Her pink curls shook with her head, indicating no. Usagi growled and telepathically contacted her leading senshi. Duo chattered on to Heero while Shingo bounded up to them. "We just found them and you won't like it, mother," he said grimly. Usagi knew it was a serious matter because he never called her mother except in dire situations.
"What is it?" she asked, half afraid of the answer.
"The twins located them and discovered an anti-teleportation barrier around the entire complex. The entire building is heavily guarded," Shingo answered.
"An anti-teleportation barrier?" Usagi said looking at her son with wide eyes. "Luna, Artemis, Diana! Get your kitty butts out here!" she shouted.
"Why are you calling cats?" Duo asked, turning his attention to Usagi. Several minutes later, three full-grown cats ran up to them and bowed. One was black, the other white and the last gray, all sporting a gold crescent moon on their forehead.
"You called your majesty?" they said. They began to glow a golden color and two women and one man replaced them. The woman had black hair and wore a black and yellow dress. The man was dressed in all white and the last was wearing a grayish blue skirt and top.
"How come we never saw the talking cats anywhere around the palace?" Duo said, looking at the three people with curious purple eyes.
"We live on the other side of the palace. Unless you looked for us, you wouldn't find us," the black haired woman said.
"I want you three to work on trying to hack your way through the anti-teleportation barrier around that complex. If not, we'll have to go there personally and I have a bad feeling that we're going in way over our heads," Usagi said.
***
"Metallia-sama, we have the mobile suits ready for combat and will proceed on to the colony X302E on your command," said a possessed soldier. The woman turned, her eyes turning slightly red with evil, a twisted smile upon her face.
"Good. Begin and attack when I say so. You are dismissed," she said. The soldier saluted and skulked off. Lady Une no longer had any command of her body; Metallia was in total control. Before it was possessed by the evil entity, the soul of the dedicated soldier was demolished. Metallia had taken the time to change her look entirely; wearing a deep blood red dress that clung to her figure, similar to the one her last lackey had wore. Instead of the organized braids, her light brown hair was down.
Metallia looked out the window, seeing the youma possessed soldiers training. During the month that she had been in the base, her power had grown rapidly. She was sure that the energy would attract those descendants of the airheaded moon princess. //Maybe I'll get to destroy some senshi as well//