“Kill me? Why Trowa?” Quatre asked wide-eyed in shock. “What did I do? Whatever it I, I’ll fix it! I swear! Gomen! Gomen nasai!” he squeaked out rapidly.
He’s trying to please, like always… Trowa thought. He was still having a hard time accepting the fact that the latest turn of events was reality… He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear Pluto shouting his hame.
“TROWA, LISTEN TO ME!” she bellowed. He suddenly snapped out of his analyzing and realized that his angel was sobbing on the other side of the viewphone and Cathrine and Pluto were both shooting daggers into his head with their eyes.
“Apologize!” Cathrine ordered.
Trowa hung his head and as he faced Quatre. “I’m sorry for threatening to kill you Quatre. I just thought that you had put too many of those relaxing herbs into my drinks,” he confessed.
Quatre’s face lit up. “It’s okay Rowa! I forgive you,” he said, smiling like a three-year-old. Trowa felt relief wash over him and he flashed a ‘Trowa-Trying-to-Smile’ face in return.
Pluto crossed her arms just rolled her eyes. Alright, that’s enough of this. Only Usagi and Mamoru were this sappy, she thought to herself. “Ahem,” she grunted loudly.
“Little One, there is someone here who wants to talk to you,” Trowa remembered.
“Who?” Quatre asked.
“My name is Meioh Setsuna,” Pluto, now in civilian form, said, indicating for Trowa to move, “And I have been looking for you.”
“Me? Why me?” Quatre asked. After a short pause and a confused look, he asked, “Do I know you?”
Setsuna smiled. He’s remembering already. Just like Trowa. It’ll make it easier. “Well, yes and no.” This only got a blank stare from Quatre. “That’s not important. What IS important is that I meet with you right away. Something huge is coming and you must help stop it.”
“Another war? I hate killing! I won’t harm another human soul!” Quatre shouted loudly.
“YOU won’t have to kill anything.” I hope. “And you definitely won’t have to harm another HUMAN soul.” Quatre didn’t like the way she emphasized the word ‘human.’
“What do you mean?” he asked, clearly unsure of the situation.
“I can’t tell you anything more. This transmission could EASILY be detected.”
You sound just like Heero, Quatre thought.
“I know I do.”
“What? I didn’t say any…”
“You don’t have to. I can read minds…”
Yeah right… And Trowa’s not my boyfriend
“Everyone knows he is. And he’s thinking about the LAST time you two saw each other…” Setsuna said slyly. She smiled very smugly and, ignoring the sweating, blushing Arabian, continued. “The point is, no matter what happens, you have a destiny to follow. Either you meet with me or you can find your destiny by yourself. And I promise you it won’t be pretty if the latter is your choice,” she told Quatre calmly.
Quatre gaped at the woman who spoke to him. “I guess I’ll meet with you now,” he finally said. “But I still want to know where I know you from.”
“You will. Just give it time. Are you available in two days? I have business that I need to wrap up here.”
“Hai. I will see you then. Wait, how will you know where I’ll be?”
“I have Trowa here to help me,” she said, smiling putting an arm around Trowa and pulling him into view. “See you in two!” she said as she clicked off the viewphone.
“What a weird woman…” Quatre sighed. At least there’s always a room ready…
* * *
“So the device is ready?” Validaria asked Falon.
“Yes my queen,” Falon replied. “I put it onto that boy who turned into the Knight of Jupiter,” he said with spite, remembering his last battle.
“It is safe to say that you failed miserably,” Validaria sneered.
“I know. But now we will be able to see everything that the boy sees. Any contact with the Sailor Scouts or the other Knights will be recorded.”
“The inclusion of the Knights is an X-factor that we didn’t count on,” Malore said, making calculations on some kind of computer. “I will begin a search for them as well.” A small light flashed on the board he was typing on and a beeping sounded in sync with it. “It seems that the recorder that Falon placed on the boy, Trowa, has already picked up some kind of conversation…” Malore explained.
“Play it for us,” the queen demanded.
“One moment.” Malore pushed the flashing light and tapped a few other keys and an image was projected out of the cauldron. The four villians listened intently to the conversation, their eyes lighting with joy.
“It seems that they have already contacted their next target,” Validaria said to herself. The others just looked at each other, knowing what the others were thinking. She never was master of the obvious… “Malore! Take two Darklings and go after this boy!” she commanded.
“Of cour…” Malore was cut off by a sudden beeping sound on his computer. “We’ve found a possible candidate for a Sailor Senshi…” he said staring at the screen.
Drakala rushed over to see who it was. “Her? But she looks, well, evil…” Drakala said as she stared at the pupil-less girl who’s face showed on the screen. “Are you sure this thing is working right?”
Malore scowled. “Of course it is! Look at the energy readings around her. All VERY positive…” An idea struck him suddenly as he thought about the situation. “My queen! May I suggest something?”
Validaria gave Malore a questioning look. “What?”
“I have a plan… But it will require several Darklings. Not strong ones, but several…”
Validaria gave this more consideration, then said, “What is your plan?”
Malore proceeded to outline the operation…
* * *
Two days later, Meioh Setsuna stepped off of her space shuttle and onto the Earth. She had spent the last two days teaching Trowa and Cathrine to use their powers and how to protect themselves against the Darkling attacks which were sure to come. She had told Artemis to stay with Cathrine and help her out and then had Luna go and look for the Senshi of Mars and Mercury. She was going to deal with Quatre herself. Trowa had begged to come with her, partly to continue learning about his abilities, mostly to see Quatre, but Pluto refused. She knew that if he came, the romance between the two boys would provide an unnecessary weak point. She sighed at the thought of keeping two lovers apart, but stepped out of the building and looked for the car she knew Quatre would send.
Still an hour to go, she reminded herself. Too bad that I have to travel incognito. It would be so much easier to travel through time. But space shuttles are always fun. At least they don’t serve eggplant, she thought, making a face. Then she smiled wickedly as a thought came to her. I have an hour and I’m on Earth… What’s the one thing I can get here that I can’t back guarding the Gate? Hmmm… Do I dare to indulge? Yes!!! GREEN TEA! Setsuna cheered inwardly and, grinning wildly, she went to a small shop nearby. She was sorely disappointed to find that the shop didn’t have any tea so she settled for coffee and a donut. I should have known. But it’s a close second. She ate slowly, delighting in the taste of real food. Without looking, she stood up and began to walk to the curb just outside the spaceport, intercepting the car Quatre had sent just as it pulled up.
“Any bags miss?” the driver asked.
“Nope. Let’s go,” she said as she climbed into the car.
“Wait, are you…” he asked looking at her in the rearview mirror.
“Meioh Setsuna. I believe Mr. Winner sent you to pick me up,” she said, not looking at the driver.
The driver just turned his attention to the road and drove away.
“So where does Mr. Winner live?” Setsuna politely asked.
“You don’t know?” the driver asked in disbelief. It had never crossed his mind that someone hadn’t heard of Quatre Reberba Winner.
“No, I haven’t,” she lied.
“He lives a few hours from here.” It was good business to shuttle people from the Winner Estate to and from the spaceport. Cabbies could charge anything they wanted and Quatre would pay in cash, no questions asked.
Setsuna roller her eyes as she read the driver’s greedy thoughts. I can’t wait till Serenity takes the throne. People won’t be focused on money then.
The hours slid by as Setsuna watched the morning turn to noon. She noticed the driver looking at her in ‘that’ way in the mirror most of the time, then when he saw her eyes looking back he quickly turned back to the road. At least his thoughts are still clean, she noted.
Setsuna watched the scenery roll by. Or the lack thereof. There wasn’t much except sand dunes for miles. The sun had turned harsh and beat down on the little car, heating it like an oven. The driver turned on the air conditioning, which didn’t help much. After what seemed like a lifetime in an oven, a huge mansion surrounded by a wall and built on an oasis came into view.
The car pulled up to a huge iron gate and idled for a few moments before the gate swung inward and the car pulled into a loop driveway circling a huge stone fountain. The driver got out of the car, circled to the back door, opened it, and took Setsuna’s hand, leading her out of the car. She stared at the huge mansion, impressed that something so big had been built without magical help. It’s not the Moon Palace, but it’s impressive none the less. The massive double door opened and out stepped a small, thin blond. It was strange to see the small figure against the massive house, and it was even stranger to think that the boy was the master of the house.
The driver got back into the car and drove off, leave Quatre and Setsuna alone. “You’ve arrived,” Quatre said smiling.
He’s got the positive Venusian attitude, Setsuna noticed. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” Time to see what this kid can do.
“As have I. Now I’m certain that I know you, Meioh Setsuna,” Quatre added. Setsuna realized that the memory was almost clear, the block of many lives slowly crumbling, but it tore at his mind to get free. Quatre scrunched his eyes shut, trying to remember her, but failed.
“Are you going to let me come in or should I just sleep out here on the steps?” Setsuna asked, knowing that Quatre’s weakest point, next to Trowa, was hospitality.
Quatre quickly realized that he wasn’t being a proper host. “How rude of me! Please, come in!” he said quickly. He led Setsuna into the main hall, noting that she didn’t have any bags.
“I travel lightly,” she told him, reading his thoughts.
“Damn! I’ll have to remember that you read minds.”
“I don’t look at anything that’s really private. Don’t worry,” she said. Then her expression became serious and she laid a hand on Quatre’s shoulder. “The time has come to realize your destiny. Come, let’s go sit down.”
Quatre and Setsuna walked through the huge house, headed for Quatre’s favorite place; the music room. The entire room was filled with sheet music and instruments. Setsuna gazed around the room, noting that this would be part of Michiru’s heaven, if they ever found her. Quatre seemed to fit right into it. He was looking at a huge glass case that had many types of woodwind instruments, especially flutes. Many were nicely polished, as if never used. But Setsuna noticed one that sat off to the side, like Quatre tried to keep it from sight. Using her second sight, she saw a pale aura surrounded the instrument, indicating that it had been played many times and that its player felt exulted emotion whenever it was used.
Quatre moved away from the case and seemingly floated over to the grand piano set near a huge bay window. He set down and started to play. Setsuna watched in awe as Quatre’s hands glided over the keys, summoning up music like she had never heard. Then suddenly, the music changed. Quatre had fallen into a kind of trance, playing a melody that he had no memory of. But Setsuna did. She knew that she had started to use her powers to unblock Quatre’s mind, allowing him to remember things from many lives back.
Setsuna began to dance a dance that she hadn’t performed for thousands of years, flowing with the music, projecting the scene that Quatre was remembering from long ago on Venus. The music room shifted to become a huge gala filled with people. Setsuna changed slowly into Princess Setsuna, Princess of Pluto. Quatre’s clothing melted into a yellow tuxedo with a white ruffled shirt as he played the piano. Other faces became recognizable amongst the sea of people that filled the room, watching Pluto dance the dance of Cronos. Quatre looked up, but continued to play, and stared at a blonde woman, hair flowing to her knees, done up in a dress to match his tuxedo and a beautiful orange crystal heart set into a pin on the bosom of her gown. She couldn’t have been much older than fifteen, maybe sixteen but she had a tremendous power around her. He knew that it was his duty to protect her and her family, even though she was much stronger than he. Next to her stood a taller girl with raven black hair, dressed in a green gown with a small emerald on a necklace. She also had long white gloves and high-heeled white shoes, making it hard to dance. She wasn’t the best dancer anyway, Quatre remembered. She was under the protection of his paramour, the man who stood near the main door. He was quiet in public but he could talk for hours when you got him alone. That was Quatre’s favorite part about him. He loved to sing and dance and paint and play music, but most of all, he loved to talk, about anything, life, philosophy, politics, and the man by the door was good for all of that.
Then it hit him. Quatre wasn’t really a he. He was a she! And her name was Chrysola, the Valkyrie of Venus. And the man by the door was Calis, Knight of Jupiter. She played the piano with a renewed life as Setsuna, Princess and Senshi of Pluto, Guardian of the Gate of Time, danced her ancient dance, consecrating this ground for the sacred ritual. Chrysola remembered which ritual Setsuna was doing this for. Today was the day she, Chrysola, was to marry Calis… It was the day that Jupiter and Venus were to become allies in the Great War… Chrysola began to slow her playing as Setsuna finished her dance and as Setsuna struck her final pose, Chrysola struck the final chord. The chord reverberated through the huge room, echoing off everything.
Chrysola slipped back into the darkness of Quatre’s mind and Quatre’s eyes glimpsed the room, filled with people and a dancing princess, then it slowly faded away and he was left in his music room, Meioh Setsuna standing with her arms arched above her head in a perfect ballet form. Quatre felt his eyes water as he remembered the glorious day when he, no Chrysola, married Calis. Neither Setsuna nor Quatre moved, both still affected by the power of the memory that had swept through the room.
“I am the Knight of Venus…” Quatre said, reflecting on the memory.
“Yes you are. And the time has come when we will have use for you again,” Setsuna said.
Quatre looked up at her, the wonder still clinging to his eyes and asked, “Lady Pluto, where is Senshi Venus? What has become of her?”
“That is a hard one to explain. This Venus has lived in two actual lifetimes.” Setsuna began the long task of trying to VERY quickly explain the entire history of the Silver Millenium and its Senshi. She finished her tale by telling Quatre why the Scouts were reactivated and why she is looking for them now. “When Metallia awoke thousands of years later on Earth, the Senshi were reactivated and they destroyed her. After several more very powerful would-be destroyers were taken down by the Sailor Scouts, Princess Serenity used the Silver Crystal in conjunction with my powers and changed the Senshi’s bodies and sent them away. But a new enemy has arisen and the Sailor Senshi MUST be reawakened, but even I do not know who or where they are now. I tapped you because I thought you might be able to help me find who Aino Minako, Princess and Senshi of Venus, has become.”
Quatre listened intently, trying to understand everything that Setsuna told him. “So in short, you have no idea where she is,” he finally said.
“Basically,” she replied, lowering her eyes. “I HATE not knowing where the Scouts are, although I think I have a good idea of who they might be.”
“So who is Venus?”
“She is the one I haven’t been able to pin down. But you have met her I’m sure,” Pluto confessed.
“What can we do to find her?” Quatre asked.
“I will search your memories. If I spot her, I will know.”
Quatre looked at Pluto uneasily, but gave in, knowing that she probably already knew everything about him.
“Good choice. And yes, I do know everything about you…”
* * *
Malore dragged Cathrine and Trowa, bound and gagged, into the throne room and placed him before Validaria. “I brought the boy and his sister. And I have that blasted cat!” He held up a burlap bag that obviously had some living thing in it.
“Well done Malore,” the queen said.
Falon entered the room next, a pale blonde woman slung over his shoulder. “And here is the Princess! It was a breeze. Are you sure this is her?” he asked Malore.
“Quite,” Malore told Falon, eyeing the unconscious body he laid down in front of the queen. “Her energy is just untapped. I can feel it pulsing inside her. She is quite strong…”
Trowa looked in shock at the girl that Falon had placed on the ground. I know her! That’s that girl from Libra! he remembered.
“Why can’t we take her Star Seed now?” Drakala asked.
“Because the Knight still lives,” Malore explained. “If we removed the Star Seed from her body now, it would instantly go to the Knight and he would be able to ordain a new Senshi. Only if we kill him will we be able to steal the Star Seed of Venus.”
“But why bring them?” Drakala asked, pointing to Trowa.
“Bait. I know who the Knight of Venus is and this boy,” he said, kicking Trowa in the ribs, “Will be the perfect lure. And once they are both dead, we can take the Star Seed of Jupiter too! Now let us be off!”
* * *
Quatre and Setsuna sat outside the estate in the huge garden that nearly surrounded the main house. It was Quatre’s favorite place to go, especially with Trowa. But today, he and Setsuna were attempting to unlock his memories so a holy conquest could be completed. The stop they had chosen was near the wall, but still open enough for the mid-afternoon sun to shine on them.
“Now lay back and close your eyes,” Setsuna instructed Quatre. Quatre looked at her uneasy.
“Don’t you trust me?” she asked.
He nodded in response, then said, “I’m just scared at what you’ll unlock. The memory of the wedding was big enough, and that was a happy memory.”
“I’ll just probe this lifetime. No need to worry about it too much,” she told him, not realizing that he might be referring to his memories as Wing Zero’s pilot. That was something he didn’t want to remember.
Setsuna set her hands on Quatre’s forehead and focused on getting drawn into his mind. The memories flooded her brain, a jumble at first until she could push aside the unimportant ones and cut the bigger ones down. Then she sifted through to find the different women that Quatre had known. 28 of them she dismissed immediately, knowing that those sisters were not who she was looking for. She did keep one of them, Iraya, just incase. Next came Cathrine, who she could count out, and then several more. She had just about finished with Quatre’s memories when she found her. There was no mistake that this girl was definitely Sailor Venus. The problem would be reaching her. Setsuna didn’t want to risk time travel, but flight would take time that she didn’t have. The new enemies, Darklings she recalled, were already close to this girl. She could feel it. She slowly pulled out of Quatre’s mind and thought about what to do.
Quatre blinked his eyes, then sat up and stretched and yawned. “So did you find her?”
“Yes, but I fear that this new enemy is very close to her…” Setsuna said.
“Correction, we HAVE her!” a hissing voice said. Setsuna and Quatre jumped up to face a small, pale man who stood at the top of the wall surrounding the estate. “Darklings, bring them in!” he commanded.
“Them?” Quatre whispered to Setsuna.
They watched in horror as three huge Darklings carried in the unconscious fighters. Cathrine was held by one, Trowa by another and the girl by a third. Each Darkling released their warrior and at a flick of the ringleader’s wrist, the huge columns of dirt leapt up and entombed the warriors up to their necks. “Now kill the others!”
“Yes Malore!” the first creature, one that looked like a giant shoe with arms, legs, and a head, said. It charged Setsuna and Quatre with the other two, one a giant plant with flowers for hands and the other a humanoid jellyfish, close behind. Setsuna grabbed Quatre and they ran.
“Hey! Where are we going!? Trowa is back there!” Quatre shouted to Setsuna.
“Around! Then you can try to free the others while I hold off the Darklings!” she yelled back.
“How?”
“Like this!” Setsuna stopped dead in her tracks, put her left hand over her heart, threw her right hand into the air and screamed, “PLUTO CRYSTAL POWER, MAKE-UP!!!” She felt time freeze around her, her identity as Meioh Setsuna slipping away with the first wave of time and Sailor Pluto coming up with the following. The two ran through the garden, circling back around and loosing the Darklings. Pluto covered Quatre as he ran for the pillars, keeping herself between him and Malore.
“What do you want?” she asked him coolly.
“We want your Star Seeds! We will crush your puny universe and take over!” Malore mocked.
Star Seeds? Them too? Pluto wondered. “You’ll never get them!” she shouted.
So much anger! So much suffering! And SHE’S Sailor Venus! It’s my duty to protect her… I can feel her hurt now just like I could feel it on Libra. She needs my help… Quatre knew.
*Go to her…* a soft voice said from deep within him.
Who are you? Quatre asked, already knowing the answer.
*You know who, Quatre. It’s me. And how DARE you just sit here talking to yourself as our charge and our lover die! If you die, I’ll never forgive you!* the voice shouted at him.
What do I do?
*Go to her. Your bond will free her and show you the way…*
Quatre ran to the entombed blonde and stared at her. Suddenly, her eyes flew open and the sign of Venus glowed on between her pitchfork eyebrows… Quatre stared back, blurring as he looked wide-eyed at her, the same symbol glowing bright yellow on his chest. Bright light shot out of the earthen tomb and Dorothy Catalonia stood tall and proud, a white cat standing at her feet, holding a pin embedded with the same orange crystal from his memory.
Dorothy looked down at the cat and took the pin from him. “Thank you Artemis,” she said. It was obvious that Dorothy had regained her memories as Sailor Venus. She raised the crystal into the air and yelled, “VENUS CRYSTAL POWER, MAKE-UP!!” Dorothy was suddenly surrounded by an explosion of stars which converged on her and transformed her into Sailor Venus.
Quatre had become solid again, covered in a yellow cloak. He tossed the cloak aside, holding a small crescent-shaped dagger in one hand. Under the cloak he wore a loose white shirt with tight white pants and leather boots. He could feel the rage of battle running through him. He could feel the anger in Venus’s heart. Every emotion of every person on the planet, love and hate, hope and despair, ran through him all at the same time. Then he felt the pain of the ones near him.
“Damn it!” Malore swore.
“Dead Scream…” Pluto whispered. She caught Malore off guard and the ball of energy slammed into him, knocking him off the wall.
“VENUS LOVE AND BEAUTY SHOCK!” Venus shouted, blasting the shoe monster as it jumped at Pluto. It reeled backwards, struggling to recover from the blow.
Quatre turned just in time to dodge an attack from the plant creature. It shot a vine at him, which he rolled to avoid then turned and slashed clean off. The plant pulled back the remains of its vine and attacked with exploding pollen. He was thrown into Pluto and could only watch in horror as the plant thing went up to Trowa and drew back its arm to attack him.
*NO!!! DON’T LET CALIS DIE!!!!*
TROWA!!!! NO!!!!!!!!! PLEASE GODS! HELP HIM! Quatre raged. “HELP ME!!!”
His prayer was answered. He felt his body move of its own volition, throwing his arms and face to the air. Time slowed as he saw Venus attacked by the jellyfish being, Malore and Shoe Girl attacking Pluto at once, and the plant thing going for Trowa’s head, then a ball of bright light flashed into being between his hands. Quatre lifted up off the ground, his clothing turning into a long white toga and wings sprouting out of his back. Pluto was blasted to his feet, and she looked up staring in amazement at him. The ball of light flashed again and turned into a beautifully crafted longbow. Quatre grabbed the bow and pointed it at the plant monster. The bow was stringless, but when he grabbed for the non-existent bowstring, a thin line of silver appeared and a silver arrow of light formed in the bow.
“Cupid’s Sting!” he yelled as he let the arrow fly. It struck the plant creature in the arm. The plant creature turned to attack the now descending Quatre, but he jumped and embedded the dagger into its head, turning it to dust.
Cathrine suddenly burst free from her tomb and transformed, Trowa quickly following suit. Jupiter ran to help Pluto defeat the shoe monster and Malore, who were doing quite a number on her, and Trowa and the now human Quatre ran to help Venus with the jellyfish. The two knights attacked and Venus followed with “Venus Love Me Chain!” and the jellyfish disintegrated.
“Dead Scream…”
“Sparkling Wide Pressure!”
The two attacks converged but did nothing. Shoe Girl just laughed at them.
“Pretty tough for a shoe,” Jupiter growled
“Beast Slash!” An arc of green energy flew at the monster, but it jumped out of the way. “Damn it!” Trowa cursed.
Malore realized that he had an opening. He held up his hand and summoned a staff, which he fired a blast at Pluto with. Damn Guardian of Time! Outlive this! The blast flew in at Pluto, but Quatre pushed her out of the way. “Missed!” The five warriors readied their attacks, but Malore knew that he was done here. “You win this one,” he said as he teleported away. The Scouts turned their combined attacks on the shoe beast and destroyed it.
“Welcome back, Sailor Venus,” Pluto said happily. Score one for us!
“I’m glad to be here,” she said very coolly. Her voice made Jupiter shutter.
Quatre just looked around confused. “Anyone mind telling me what just happened to me? Why did I sprout wings?” he asked very confusedly.
Venus smiled at him and pulled him close. “Pluto will explain everything. Let’s just get back to normal selves and go inside.”
Once inside the house, Quatre made some tea and brought out some cookies, making green tea for Setsuna, which she had demanded by name, and they walked to the library. The lavish room was almost three stories tall, all the walls covered to the ceiling with books. Only a huge fireplace and several windows showed. Trowa had gone to try and find something of Quatre’s to wear for his stay, Dorothy had left to find a room, and Cathrine had decided to tour the estate in an attempt map the place.
“So explain the angel thing to me Setsuna,” Quatre said as he sipped his tea.
Setsuna poured herself some more of her specially brewed tea, smiling at the aroma, and began her explanation. “The people of Venus were always influenced by angelic spirits. It shaped the way they lived. The Venusians were master of music, art, literature, speech, and even the culinary arts. They prided themselves on being a ‘cultured’ people. However, Venusians were also very mythological. Their society had many stories, many of which were believed as truth. One was the Angel Knight. It is said that the first Knight of Venus was the son of a noblewoman and an angel. That is why he was chosen. His soul was angelic in nature, and being highly effected by angels, the royal family of Venus laid the duty on him.”
“And what does that have to do with me?” Quatre asked.
“Unlike the Senshi, there only has been and only will be one Knight of each planet. The Knight may have a different form, as you saw, but it is ALWAYS the same soul, which means…” She let Quatre finished.
“Which means that I am part angel…” Quatre marveled.
Setsuna smiled to her cup. “Exactly. And because of it, you were able to remain sensitive and emotional during the war. That part of you lets you feel emotions in others, just as the royal Venus blood will let Dorothy amplify emotion. Now go to Trowa. I can tell he wants to see you…” The way Setsuna changed topics so quickly and unemotionally scared Quatre back to reality. “Go on. Angels have more talents than just aesthetics. Venus isn’t the planet of love for nothing.” Setsuna gave Quatre an evil grin and he left in search of Trowa. Those two… They’re join at the soul…
Setsuna smiled and sipped her tea.
