Return of the Silver Rose
The four other girls were lying on the ground unconscious from his attack.
The leader of the girls stood weakly.
"In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" she yelled.
He laughed again and tossed his cape to the side to reveal two deadly looking boomerangs, bigger than the ones that had felled the girls previously. They were glowing with a deadly light. He hurled them at her.
They came back at him.
There was a flash…
"Agh!" Malachite yelled and sat up quickly in the bed. He was sweating and panting heavily.
"Baby?" Ami sat up and instantly threw her arm around her lover. She looked at him with concern. "Mal, what’s wrong?"
It took a moment for him to realize he was only dreaming. He looked at his beautiful Ami. Her eyes full of care, her brow slightly knitted, her sensuous lips in a small distinct frown, her bare body in the moonlight.
"I suppose I had a bad dream," he admitted sheepishly.
"No need to be embarrassed. I understand. Come, lay back down and try to get some sleep."
He laid back and she rested beside him propped on one arm with the other over his smooth chest as she gently trailed a finger down his torso.
It seemed that no matter how long they’d been together, every touch, look, smile, kiss, seemed as if it was the first and most wonderful yet.
They were going on two months of dating steadily.
He closed his eyes and marveled in her silken touch. She soon saw that she’d relaxed him and gently drew her hand up to caress the chiseled features of his handsome face.
She gently fluttered over his eyebrows, eyelids, and eyelashes. She traced the line of his cheekbone and came to lightly graze his lips.
This simple procedure sent him into a state of desire. He reached up to gently hold her wrist. He pressed her fingertips to his lips and kissed them. "I love you, Ami," he said softly.
"I love you too, Kunzite," Ami replied calling him by his Japanese name.
He opened his arms to her and they fell asleep peacefully in each other’s embrace.
* * * * *
Early the next morning while still lying in bed facing the dawning sunrise beyond the large window of his bedroom, Malachite watched Ami sleep.
She was so angelic, so peaceful, so soft and even more so when she slept. She was on her stomach with one arm bent upward to form barrier around her face. The bed-sheets covered her lower half and left her smooth, downy back and arms exposed. She was so beautiful. Her blue hair was mussed but still looked gorgeous on her.
Malachite didn’t know why he loved her so much after only two months of knowing her, but he did, and very deeply.
There was a lot he didn’t know. Like exactly where he came from or who exactly he was. The earliest memory he had was waking up in a hospital. They told him he had been in a coma for a few months and he’d obviously suffered major amnesia. They gave him a record that had his supposed history in it but it never ever felt familiar. It was hard to get used to. He soon adjusted though, and now that he had Ami, he was only interested in the future.
But what did all of those dreams mean? He’d been having them since he came back from wherever he used to be.
He tried not to think about it. After all, he was the head of a successful conglomerate, (or so his files said), and now he had the most wonderful girl, no, woman in the world.
And Ami. Why did he feel so attracted to her? Like he’d known her before? But before when? He couldn’t answer any of these questions.
She stirred. She was now on her back with her flat, smooth tummy showing along her two perky, perfectly rounded breasts. When the first rays of sun broke free they set her body aglow. He smiled tenderly. Who would have thought that he would have found a perfect angel like this, in any lifetime?
Her eyes fluttered open. She turned to look at him. They smiled.
"Good morning, sweetness." His deep, gentle voice boomed.
"Mmm… good morning…" she yawned and stretched. She rolled over to bury her head in his lap and threw her arms across them.
"Well if that isn’t a pleasant greeting then I don’t know what is," he chuckled. He muffled giggle seeped out from its burial site.
"I have an idea, lets go take a walk in the park. The cherry blossoms are in bloom and I think the spring mist will feel lovely," Ami mumbled.
"Okay but do you think you can get up? You look exhausted," Malachite mused.
"You wore me out last night… but I’ll manage." She laughed and sat up, supported by her arms slightly behind her back. He laughed.
"You are so beautiful." He leaned toward her and they shared a passionate kiss.
"Are you sure you want to go to the park? I think we can have a lovely time here too." She smiled.
"Let’s go. When we come back we can enjoy another kind of company. But we honestly need to get out more." They smiled and prepared to leave.
* * * * *
The light mist danced across their faces and clung to their hair and eye – lashes as they strolled through the cherry blossom groves. Ami thought Malachite looked so dashing in his white shirt and silver-gray tie and slacks with his long hair flowing. He was so much taller than she was, even in heels. She clung to his arm with her head against his shoulder. She sighed happily.
He looked down at her and smiled. In her light blue cotton dress with the tiny silver flowers on it, she looked heavenly. The slit in it allowed a peek at her creamy thighs. And her delicate feet were sandaled in tiny silver sling-backs.
"Let’s stop and have some tea," Ami suggested. She was looking toward a small teahouse with a quaint atmosphere.
"Greetings," a familiar voice drawled. Ami was shocked to see Queen Beryl and Jadeite in front of them. But they seemed nicer… pleasant even, and they obviously didn’t recognize them
Ami quickly regained demure. She had been debating whether or not to tell Malachite about his past and what his dreams meant, but she was afraid that he wouldn’t believe her, or he wouldn’t be able to handle it, or worse, he’d hate her for assisting in his demise.
Malachite had a flash in his memory. He was standing a white uniform with a cape bowing to the woman now seating them by the window.
"Malachite," Ami repeated.
"Yes?" He came back to reality.
"How will you take your tea?" Ami asked gently.
"Straight. I have all the sugar I need right here." He put a finger under Ami’s chin. She blushed and smiled.
"Aww. How adorable. Young love. Jadeite! You heard the customers! Go fetch their order!" Ami noticed that even in a new life, Beryl was still a bitch to Jadeite.
When the tea arrived, they sipped it slowly and had an intimate conversation dashed with chuckles and light kisses.
Beryl and Jadeite watched from behind the beaded partition.
"They seem so familiar, don’t they?" Beryl mused.
"Yes and I’m inclined to hate the man." Jadeite said impulsively.
"I’m inclined to hate you! Go work in the kitchen!" Beryl ordered.
"Yes, Beryl," Jadeite mumbled and walked away.
"Very familiar indeed." Beryl watched Malachite pull out the money for the bill and tip and offer his arm to Ami so they could leave.
* * * * *
Back at his apartment they changed into spa towels and sat in his lotus sauna talking. The heat made their hair stick to their necks and backs and both of their perfect bodies were lightly glazed with sweat.
"I have to go back to school on Monday. This is my first weekend away. I’m always at the lab or in the library." Ami looked sad, actually sad, to be returning to class.
"I know. I’m back to work myself on Monday. We’ll still meet afterwards but it’s nice to have entire days together." He looked up at her from his position on the floor. She was absently fondling herself. Her hot, sweaty, sexy body called to him. She wasn’t facing him but he could almost see her eyes closed in thought and lips moving in desire.
"I’m going to miss making love to you three times a day," she inserted a finger into her pussy. "I’m sure I’ll get horny in class and when I go to the bathroom my fingers won’t be enough." She was panting lightly now. He watched in awe. He knew he’d helped her shed her inhibitions as far as sex and love were concerned, but he’d never expected this. She was slightly arching her back and inserting nearly three fingers now. She turned her head toward him and he saw a look of desire and lust there he had never seen before. She took the other hand and kneaded her breast in it. She tweaked her nipple. She switched hands so she could taste her own juices.
Malachite thought he would come right there. His penis was at maximum length and was throbbing. He instinctively slid his hand over his length.
He kept pleasuring himself while watching Ami do the same. Now she was bucking and moaning to her own ministrations. He was jerking faster and harder.
And they both came in an explosive self implemented orgasm.
When it was over Ami lay there panting. Malachite had shot a considerable amount of cum across the room, but his erection was far from gone.
Ami saw his foot-long penis still standing at attention. She decided to pull another surprise on him.
She got up and impaled herself on his member.
He looked up to see her sliding up and down on him making her own cum squirt like a geyser on him. It seemed to make him longer and harder. Ami felt him grow within her. She loved it. She screamed with pleasure when he sat up and she felt his full length inside her. He was amazed by how wildly she was riding him. He moved with her and moved so deeply into her he was afraid he might have broken her in half. But the way her pussy muscles kept drawing him in let him know she felt no pain. He sucked a pink nipple into his mouth and she bucked harder.
This was by far the best sex they’d had yet.
They went on like that for nearly ten minutes before they began going faster and more urgently, nearing climax.
And when it came they screamed clutching each other. The climax itself lasted almost five minutes and when they were done, they collapsed unconscious.
* * * * *
Ami woke up in a luxurious bubble bath. Malachite was washing her with a liquid soap puff. The tub smelled of strawberries and champagne. She wasn’t complaining but it was a bit odd that she woke up in the bathtub… then she remembered the day’s previous events and smiled.
"So you do remember?" he chuckled.
"Yes…I can’t believe I did that…" Ami shook her head.
"I barely can myself. I’m glad though, albeit the fact that I won’t be able to walk even after this steamy bath. You?" Malachite hugged her around her shoulders.
"No way…how does the sauna look?"
"I have a very confused crew in there cleaning it up." They laughed.
* * * * *
Ami was standing among his assailants. As he screamed they looked on. Waiting. Ami was the only one who looked sad. She stood in the back wouldn’t see her crying for the man dying.
"I’ll be with you soon Zoicite!" he screamed before he vanished into a flash of light. Ami hung her head. She would never be the same again.
Malachite felt her pain along with his.
But why did she do it? Maybe it wasn’t her…But he would never mistake someone for his angel…
"Malachite…honey? Wake up." Ami shook him gently.
"Yes?" he began to wake up. He saw Ami’s red eyes and tear streaked face and equally red nose. He was instantly on guard. Why was his angel crying? She must never be unhappy!
"Ami?! What’s wrong?’ he asked alarmed. She began to cry again. He held her against his chest and caressed her back and tried to calm her down. "What is it, sweetness? Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong? I’ll fix it! I promise…."
"NO!" She interrupted him. She lurched away from him and ran onto the balcony crying.
Malachite chased after her extremely alarmed now.
"Don’t come near me!" Ami yelled pitifully. "I’m no good for you!" She looked so scared.
He stopped about twenty paces from her. She had a hand held out to stop him. She was huddled against the balcony wall. Malachite didn’t know what was going on and he didn’t know what state of mind Ami was in so he didn’t want to provoke her into doing something mad like jumping off of the ledge.
"Ami, tell me what’s wrong. What are you talking about? What do you mean you’re no good for me?" He was taking small, cautious steps toward her.
She was silent.
He was beside her now. He tipped her chin up so she’d look into his eyes She began to cry again.
He held her against his chest. This time she didn’t resist.
"I know what the dreams mean. I know who you were and your story. And I’ve been trying to keep it from you"
He froze. She looked up.
"It’s true. I couldn’t bear to watch you go through the nightmares. You were supposed to lose all of your memories after coming back."
"Then it’s true? You were there?" he managed.
"Yes! I’m sorry! I didn’t want to do it. But…you’ve changed now. And it’s not as if it mattered, I loved you then and I love you now…I…I…" Ami searched for the correct words. She couldn’t find them. She trembled. "I…"
"It’s al right, my love. You did what you had to do." He held her closer but was still trying to get a handle on the situation.
"Please don’t hate me. I’ll tell you all you want to know. But, please, don’t hate me. I know I have a lot of nerve asking something of you…" She buried her head in his chest.
"No, no my sweet… if you hadn’t done what you did, we wouldn’t be right here, right now. You’d probably be dead. I can’t bear to think of what you were going through. It must have been terrible for you. I beg you to forgive me."
She looked at him in wonderment. "You really are wonderful…" she mused. "I just told you that I’m partly responsible for your demise and the hell you’ve been suffering and all you can think of is what I went through and was going through…"
"I love you. In fact I thank you for ridding the world of my evil…without which I could never be here, now, holding you, my angel."
Ami kissed him and they ventured back inside to talk.
* * * * *
Ami recounted the entire story to Malachite and he listened intently. She told him about Queen Beryl and Jadeite and Zoicite and Nephrite and the Scouts and Darien (and all of his alter egos, which made Malachite laugh).
"That’s basically it. And when Serena, Sailor Moon, killed you, that was it for me. I left as soon as possible, which took a while, and I’ve loved you ever since. So you can imagine my astonishment at seeing you on the train that day…" Ami sighed. It felt good to get this off her chest.
A cool breeze wafted through the open balcony doors. The moonlight streamed in and created an aura around Ami. Malachite looked on with an even greater love and amazement than before.
"Maybe now all of my dreams will stop." He smiled.
"Maybe…" Ami gently lay on top of him. "Perhaps you’ll begin to see the future…then you can tell me what’s in our future." She smiled and he smiled back before they kissed.
"This has all been so intense. I say we take a couple of weeks off and go somewhere where we don’t have to think about anything but us," Malachite said.
"But what about school? And your company?" Ami asked.
"I think we are both due a bit of relaxation. Where would you like to go?"
Ami sighed. "All right. I’ll take time off but wherever I want to go is where we go."
"Name it and it’s yours."
"Lets go to…Brazil."
"Alright. Brazil it is." He opened his arms to her and she lay next to him. "We leave Monday."