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purplekitteTitle: Hibernating Truth
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Theme: Monster mash--Sleep
Genre: General
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
“Kunzite-sama.”
“Oniwabandana.”
The hippie-looking tabloid reporter dropped to one knee in front of the man in white. He looked human but then so did she.
“You sought me out. You’ve found me. Speak,” he ordered.
“It’s been two years.” She struggled. “Take me back to the Dark Kingdom. I can be useful to you again, ban.”
"You are not this human Asahina Nana. You are Oniwabandana, a warrior youma.”
“Yes!”
“I understand. We are the children of the Dark Kingdom. Youma do not see themselves as ugly. It is home.”
He was different in more than appearance. Some would say more human but not her. He was more youma and less heartless general.
“Yes. I was human but I became something else and Sailor Moon only burned it out of me, leaving a gaping hole behind. I tried to live as a human all this time, I did. Please make me your subordinate again and let me become my true self, ban ban.”
“I would even if you would not be of use to me,” he said, for they were not monsters and knew compassion was not always a weakness. Power washed over her, the darkness of Metallia he conducted, his own shadow sharp and clean, and something white and priestly tying all the magic together to empower and warp her body.
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purplekitteTheme: Monster mash--Sleep
Genre: General
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
“Kunzite-sama.”
“Oniwabandana.”
The hippie-looking tabloid reporter dropped to one knee in front of the man in white. He looked human but then so did she.
“You sought me out. You’ve found me. Speak,” he ordered.
“It’s been two years.” She struggled. “Take me back to the Dark Kingdom. I can be useful to you again, ban.”
"You are not this human Asahina Nana. You are Oniwabandana, a warrior youma.”
“Yes!”
“I understand. We are the children of the Dark Kingdom. Youma do not see themselves as ugly. It is home.”
He was different in more than appearance. Some would say more human but not her. He was more youma and less heartless general.
“Yes. I was human but I became something else and Sailor Moon only burned it out of me, leaving a gaping hole behind. I tried to live as a human all this time, I did. Please make me your subordinate again and let me become my true self, ban ban.”
“I would even if you would not be of use to me,” he said, for they were not monsters and knew compassion was not always a weakness. Power washed over her, the darkness of Metallia he conducted, his own shadow sharp and clean, and something white and priestly tying all the magic together to empower and warp her body.
