She is fire. I am fire.
They never knew that I
loved her. I wanted her for myself. I wanted to be close to her. I wanted to
feel her lips on mine, her voice whispering in my ear.
As it had once,
long, long ago.
She and I had been in love.
Such a long time
ago. Why do I remember these things? They are like the flicker of a flame . . .
burning bright and dying down . . . then burning bright again. She was the flame
and my love fed the fire.
That was the only reason I went to work at
that Shinto shrine . . . Hikawa, or whatever it's called. I was not thinking of
collecting energy or finding the Senshi or doing anything else to serve Queen
Beryl or Metallia. I just wanted to be near her, to see her, and dream of love
and passion for me burning brightly in her eyes.
I was a fool.
will admit it now. I knew her for what she truly was, schoolgirl, Shinto
priestess, Sailor Senshi, what did it matter?
It mattered. Indeed it
For I had forgotten what I had become.
Oh, why did she have to discover the truth? I would have been content
forever to bask in her glow, but it was not to be. She knew what I was, and she
hated me for it.
And yet, I still wanted her. Even when I was fighting
her and attempting to kill her, I wanted nothing more than to take her in my
arms and tell her how much I loved her.
It was not to be. It was never
to be. She was Senshi. I was Dark King. I had betrayed my oath to be a Guardian
and she would never forgive me for that. I did not deserve her forgiveness. I
did not deserve . . . her.
But still . . . I wanted her.
to hate her and love her all at once. And it was my burning desire for her that
kept me going. The burning desire in my heart, my soul, that would not die.