Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon: Guardians Trilogy
Mirror Universe
Part 05: StarFlame
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Reimei untangled herself from Seiya’s arms and went out onto the balcony, a very pleased smile on her face. Everything was going perfectly. Better than perfect, really. It had taken no convincing to get Seiya to believe she was Jen. She suppressed a laugh. How anyone could be so blind was beyond her.

Those pathetic Guardians are stuck in their home system repairing the damage An’ei Souku and her warriors did. How amusing that they welcomed her into the fold. If only they knew. She wasn’t the real evil. She didn’t even know what a puppet she was. She accomplished her purpose. Really, we’d planned on eliminating her when she’d finished. Garou was so disappointed when the Guardians turned her. She was the one who would have gotten to kill her. Ah well. Perhaps taking care of these senshi will make her happy. Once we’re done here, maybe our Queen will let us play.

She pulled the small compact mirror out of her pants pocket and opened it. Reimei smiled, caressing the cool glass briefly with her fingertips before an image of Lady Nightshade appeared.

“Report, Reimei,” she said coldly.

“All goes according to plan, my lady. Seiya and Yaten suspect nothing.”

“What of the third one?”

“Taiki gives me odd looks when he thinks I’m not looking. He believes I am who I say I am, that much is certain, but I feel I must be cautious around him.”

Nightshade looked thoughtful. “He was involved with one of the Guardians. I’ll let Chinmoku know of this and see if she can do anything to keep him from any unwanted suspicions. Until then, tread with caution, but try and act natural. This is important.”

“I understand.” The image faded and Reimei closed the compact, putting it back in her pocket. She leaned on the railing and looked out over the Tokyo skyline. She couldn’t wait to get out of this place and back home where she could scrub the senshi filth from her skin.

“There you are, Jen,” Seiya said, coming up behind her.

She flinched as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He couldn’t see her face, thankfully. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was, but I missed you,” he explained, nuzzling the back of her neck.

Reimei fought the urge to gag. “I do have to go home sometime you know.”

“I wish you didn’t.”

She turned to face him. “Seiya, I missed you, you know that, but I have things that I need to do. The others will worry about me. I can’t tell them about this, much as I’d like to.”

He sighed and pulled her to him, stroking her hair. “I know it’s selfish of me, but after being without you for so long, I don’t want to ever be separated from you.”

She pulled away from him. “Careful,” she warned. “I’m on the verge of being touched out.”

Seiya blinked in confusion. Finally, he said, “We can’t have that, now can we?” He sighed. “I know I’ve been clingy since you got back, but I can’t help it. I really missed you, Jen.”

Cringing inside, she reached up and touched his cheek. “I missed you, too, Seiya. You know that, but you also know deep down that I can’t stay with you just yet. I have things to do here before that’s possible.”

“I should let you get going so that you can take care of your things.” He kissed her before escorting her to the door. “I just really don’t want to.”

“I know, I know. Don’t you have some homework that you should be doing?”

“Probably. Not that I really need to be here to do it, though.”

“Be good, Seiya,” she told him as she put her jacket and shoes on. “I’ll see you around.”

“How do I get a hold of you?”

She smiled coyly. “You don’t. I get a hold of you.”

A wicked grin spread across Reimei’s face as she walked away from the apartment building where the Three Lights lived. She wasn’t precisely happy, but as far as she went, it was good enough. She was in such a good mood that the urge to whistle was nearly strong enough to let her give into it. She walked along, hands in the pocket of her long red trench coat. It was her favorite jacket with its rich, leathery texture and the pattern that looked a great deal like blood spatter.

She paused a block away from the building and turned to look back at it, an evil grin splitting her lips. She looked almost feral. Maybe when we’re done toying with them, Lady Nightshade will let me torch the place. I can hear the screams of the dying now, hear the sirens of the fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances. The smoke that place will give off will smell so good…

Reluctantly, she turned around to head back to the place where her teammates were staying. She walked for another couple of blocks before she got the distinct feeling that someone was following her. She shook her head. Its probably just one of those people Starfire went to school with. Nothing to worry about. I’ll just ignore them; maybe they’ll get the hint.

After another couple blocks, when the feeling didn’t go away, she stopped and looked around, growling in irritation. Her left hand fingered the lighter that she always carried with her. “Who’s there? Show yourself!”

A young-looking man with long, silver streaked green hair and nearly inaudible footsteps walked over to her. In stature, he was quite slender and a couple inches shorter than she was with very delicately pale skin. His eyes were a familiar-looking light green with no visible pupils. He looked fairly innocuous with his blue shirt, jade green pants, and grey shoes. Reimei’s lip curled in disgust at his shirt, which showed a good portion of his mid section.

“Men shouldn’t wear shirts like that; it’s disgusting!”

He looked completely unphazed at that. “You shouldn’t go around pretending to be another person; it’s wrong.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m not who I say I am?”

“I’m not insinuating anything; I know for a fact that your name is not Jen McCormick, nor are you the Guardian known as Starfire.”

“Those are dangerous things to be saying,” Reimei said warningly.

He shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure who you are, but you will cease this pretense immediately or I will bring the appropriate action down on you.”

At this, Reimei had to laugh. “You? What can you possibly do to the most powerful senshi in this galaxy?”

“Careful,” he told her warningly. “Acts of hubris cannot be taken back.”

“You call this hubris?”

“I do.”

“I am what I say I am.”

“Are you prepared to put your money where your mouth is?”

“Flame Cosmic Power, Make Up!”

The green haired man watched impassively as Reimei brandished a jeweled dagger and transformed into a fuku that was like yet unlike that worn by his old friend Starfire. “Simply because you look a good deal like Starfire doesn’t mean that you can take her place.”

She grinned evilly at him, summoning a ball of fire to float over her hand. “That, dear boy, is precisely what I plan on doing. Know this before you die, weakling. I am Starflame, the new soldier of fire. Burn in hell!”

She threw the ball of fire at him. He dodged nimbly. “Morisei Forest Entanglement!” The ground around Starflame’s feet erupted with writhing green vines that wrapped around her body, stopping her in mid run. She struggled against the vines, her face contorted with rage.

“Aries War Dagger!” The flaming dagger missed her target without him having to move an inch.

“What are you aiming at?” he asked mockingly.

She shrieked in rage, igniting the vines that held her. She dropped to the ground. Before she had a chance to recover, the man said, “Song of the Forest.” There was no audible sound, yet Starflame pressed her hands down over her ears, screaming at him to make it stop. He let it go on for a minute before he deliberately dropped his concentration. “And now you know that you’re not as powerful as you think,” he said, mockery in his voice.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Even though my name will mean little to you, I am called KnightMorisei. Know this, you pathetic pretender. If you and your friends persist in calling yourselves by the names of the Guardians, you’ll have to answer to me for that. Consider this meeting a warning. I would prefer to not have to kill the four of you as I’ve done more than enough killing in the last few years, but if I have to I will with no regrets.”

Starflame regarded him coolly. “Really? You promise?”

“I do. I hope this is our only encounter.” He vanished from sight.

Starflame returned to her civilian clothes, snarling. “While you might hope to never see me again, I certainly hope that I meet you again. You won’t beat me so easily, little man!”