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Chapter 7


	She pushed down on the handle, and the door swung open. He stood 
behind her as his jaw tightened. She looked so sad, as if she was fading 
away. Then she stopped. She looked back at him one last time, knowing 
it'll be the last time in years that she'll ever see him again. For some 
reason, she'd expected it to be just like a sad movie when the main 
characters get separated. And in a sense, it was like that, only 
spiritually, not physically.

	"Is... is there anything I can do for you, princess?" he asked 
softly as he looked into her eyes. Tears shone like stars dancing in the 
deep blue sapphires. Her velvet lips seemed to be trembling as the peach 
color turned even paler. Her loose golden hair hung over her shoulder as 
she turned her head. She was truly, without a doubt, a magical princess, 
one that only existed in a fairy tale, but now longing to be held in his 
arms.

	"Yes, there is. There are three things that I want before I 
leave," she whispered as she looked down. For a second, his eyes went 
soft and she could see the warm passion flaming within him. If Artemis 
heard of this, he would never approve. 

	"And what would they be?" he asked with a glint of mystery in his 
eyes. 

	"First, I want a promise. A promise that we'll see each other 
again," she said confidently as she took out her hand. For the first time 
since they'd met each other, he took her hand and shook it. She'd felt 
something the minute they touched, a jolt of electricity, the tingly 
feeling lovers in fairy tales get. She stared at their hands for one 
quick second and quickly pulled it back, unsure what to do.

	"The promise is made. A gentleman never goes back on his word. 
Now what other two wishes might you have?" he asked as he wondered 
himself what that feeling was. The feeling had grown stronger and he 
was so flushed that he thought his blood had began to boil. 

	"Second, I need reassurance. Reassurance that you'll never 
forget me," she said as she looked into his eyes once more, trying to 
find any escaped emotion, even just a tiny flicker. She was disappointed. 
If he had any, he hid it well.

	And hide them he did. Inside, he felt as if he'd just collapse 
at the heavy emotions thrown at him, suffocating his mind yet pleasuring 
his soul. "I don't think it's possible for anyone to forget you after 
they've met you. Especially one who'd lived next to you for years. That 
I can be sure as I am that the sky is blue. Now of your last request?"

	"Well..." she began softly, unsure whether she should keep her 
thoughts to herself or share them with him, through a language neither 
of them were familiar with.

	But hesitantly, she whipped her body around and her golden hair 
flew in his face, almost like a star shower. Her shiny blue eyes 
instantly locked in with his gray eyes. The clear eyes were plain, not 
knowing the girl's plan. Quickly closing her eyes, she leaned in and 
placed her velvet lips on his. His eyes wide with surprise, he fell 
back, sitting on his bed. He used all his strength to repel from the 
temptation he felt bursting inside. But slowly, he gave in and he 
closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her waist as she found 
a seat on his lap and cupped his face with her hands.

	Slowly and reluctantly, they separated for air, their faces 
remaining only millimeters apart as they stared into each other's eyes, 
looking for an explanation. She looked down for a couple of minutes as 
his gaze fixed on her face. A deep red blush had crept onto her cheeks, 
adding to her natural beauty. Noticing their awkward position, she 
slipped off his lap and stood up. Kunzite, still dazed as his head 
spun, kept his arms around her waist, not willing to let go. 
"Kunzite..." she whispered softly as she cupped his face with her 
hands gently again. She bent down once more to plant another kiss 
on his lips. This kiss, however, was gentle and less passionate. 
The simple touch of her lips, though, made him shiver in delight. 
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."

	"No, princess. There's nothing to be sorry about. You should 
never say sorry to love..." his voice drifted off as the thought of 
her leaving tomorrow came into his head once again. 

	"I should leave," she said as she sensed his pain and felt 
her own tingling at her skin, ripping her heart. Hesitantly, Kunzite 
released his hold on her and she drifted back into her room and closed 
the door. He looked at the wooden door as he thought of what just 
happened. He didn't know before, but now he's sure. He's in love with 
a princess, one he can never touch.

	On her bed, Minako wept openly as her dress spread out on her 
bed and the moon shined through the glass balcony door onto her. Why 
did she have to find out now when she has to leave? If she could have 
a couple more days, she'd... she'd tell him how she really feels. But 
now, she'll never see him again...

	She stared at the sword that rested in the corner of the room. 
"Good-bye, Kunzite..."