Passing Judgment

 

~~~ Well. I swore to myself I wouldn’t be typing during the school year. Yeah, like I have that much willpower! Anyway, this is my newest creation dedicated to Sailor Devil Huntress because she asked for it! Please enjoy, and if I am a little slow with updates, I’m sorry, school comes first! Moon/Yui  ~~~

 

~~~WARNING: R-rated to be on the safe side- I have a habit for doing dark fics.

 

~~~I DO NOT BELIEVE IN DISCLAIMERS

 

Chapter One: What Comes Next?

 

            *A soft wind tousled his hair slightly as he brushed past the hundreds of people in a hurry to get some place. But he himself walked slowly, with no destination and no purpose. Everything had changed after the Eve Wars.

            He could remember a time when life had held a purpose, a meaning. Then he had been great, he had been something- he had been perfect. But how quickly everything was forgotten. Not that he was proud of his life, the choices he had made and the ways he had gotten where he was. If anything, his greatest regret was what he had become. But once he had become it, there was no turning back.

            But wasn’t life always like that? Always pushing forward, never allowing a person to go back, to change things and correct mistakes… it sickened him. All he wanted was a second chance. He wanted to live, to become more than the shell of a killer he was and had been. He wanted a life, a home, and friends. He didn’t feel quite right about crawling backs to his old allies empty handed. It seemed as if he would be declaring he was an utter failure at life. But wasn’t he? Wasn’t that his problem?

            Hiiro Yui sighed mentally. Never had his mind been so muddled. He couldn’t make sense of his future, or his past. As he strolled down the street, he tried not to think too much harder, knowing it would only push him farther into the depression he was slipping into.

            “And that is final!” He heard an angry voice come from close behind him.

            “But Ser…” A deeper voice pleaded.

            “No! What don’t you understand? It’s over, finished, kaput!” The woman’s voice rung loudly in his ear. The arguing couple was practically on top of him now.

            “Serena, I didn’t have a choice!” Hiiro felt the two stop, and he, slightly relieved, kept walking. But their voices could still be heard in the distance.

            “Everyone has a choice Darien! You made the wrong one.”

            “You can’t forgive me for something I had no control over?”

            “No! You did have control over it, and you chose the wrong path. I can never forgive you Darien. Now leave me alone!” She snapped. Then the woman turned on her heel and began running.

            Hiiro had hardly anytime to register what was happening as a mass bumped him hard from behind. He lost his balance and wavered for a moment before falling to the hard concrete. As he fell, he took with him the blonde hurricane that had hit him. She shirked slightly, and Hiiro tried to compensate for her. Split second reaction timing, he wrapped his arm around her waist and landed on his back, pulling her to land on top of him.

            Both man and woman stood in a daze, completely stunned by what had just happened. Hiiro looked up at the woman lying on his chest and his heart stopped- only to begin again at twice it’s normal pace, he was sure. She was beautiful. Long sun-kissed blonde hair swept into two loose pigtails spilled down over her shoulders and to her waist.  Her big, bright azure eyes were opened wide in surprise, and her tempting full lips were opened to form an ‘o’. The rest of her body was petite- thin and short, but her curves were full and she seemed to be very poised for a woman in her position.

            When Hiiro had developed such an eye for women, he wasn’t quite sure. But this one had been able to catch his breath simply by sitting as she was. He didn’t mind one bit that she had run into him.

            “Oh.” The woman spoke, none too brightly. Then she seemed to flush slightly and pull herself together. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” Hiiro placed her instantly. It was the woman who had been having the argument with the man!

            “Don’t be.” Hiiro spoke quietly. She gasped at his forwardness, then looked harder. He didn’t seem to be coming on to her, simply just stunned from their encounter. She scrambled to her feet and brushed off the imaginary dirt that had accumulated upon her pin stripe pants and white collared blouse.

            “No, really, I am sorry. I should have been watching where I was going.” She repeated. Hiiro was only now beginning to drag himself to his feet. Still awed slightly by the woman before him, he managed to compose himself enough to speak to her.

            “Don’t worry Serena.” He heard her gasp.

            “How did you…”

            “I over heard your conversation with the man.” He stated simply. He received a slap.

            “How dare you? Listening into private conversations? It’s called invasion of privacy, and I can have you arrested for it!” She huffed. How dare this man assume he knew so much! She looked him up and down briefly. He was taller than her by an entire head- but then so was most everyone else. His dark russet locks hung down carelessly, seemingly obstructing his vision. But from the sharp focus in his piercing oceanic eyes he was having no problem seeing. He was pale, but his entire body was well built, if not too perfect. Slightly taken aback, she stopped herself before thoughts went too far. He wasn’t her type anyway.

Her type would have been pawing all over her, asking if she was ok, apologizing again and again, and asking if she needed medical care. Her type was usually tall, with dark hair and green or brown eyes- never blue. Serena didn’t trust anyone with blue eyes… she herself had blue eyes, and she did not trust in herself. Still…

            “I’m sorry.” Hiiro stated, still in shock.

            “You should be!” She scolded. He narrowed his eyes. Just who did this woman think she was? How dare she assume she knew so much!

            “Hnn.”

            “You should be apologizing, not grunting!”

            “I did.”

            “You did not apologize enough! And now you have to apologize for the grunt as well.”

            “No.”

            “How dare you!” His cheek stung as her hand struck him again. This spoiled, self-centered woman! It just went to prove that appearances weren’t everything.

            “Hnn.” He grunted again. She fumed at him silently for a moment more, her azure eyes smoldering in fury. Then she turned and, holding her head high, walked off down the street.

            Hiiro stood stunned a moment longer. What had just happened? How rude had that woman been? How beautiful, with her long golden hair and blazing sapphire eyes… but her attitude! How could someone so beautiful be so ugly? He supposed it was simply that she had never been told otherwise. Of course, she had too much pride, and her ego was most likely huge.

            Where had she come from? Her attire had suggested a business, but her hair had given her the air of a schoolgirl. Perhaps she was simply wearing nice clothes for a funeral? No, she hadn’t been dressed in all black. A wedding? No, she would have been wearing something more formal. Hiiro’s mind speed as he reeled, mulling over each possibility.

            “Excuse me, sir!” Hiiro whirled around. The man the woman had just had the argument with was addressing him.

            “Yes?” He asked off handed.

            “The woman you were just speaking to, where did she go?” Hiiro looked at the man. What a pitiful excuse of a man. He was tall and dark, the cliché of those trashy romance novels Relena used to ask him to read her aloud when he had been her bodyguard. He shuddered at the memory of Relena, but tried to focus on the man before him.

            “Off.” Hiiro stated.

            “Off? Off where? Did she say?” The man pleaded.

            “No.”

            “Which direction did she go?”

            “Left.” Why Hiiro directed the man in the wrong direction he didn’t know. Maybe in the small break in time between when he had spoken to her and then the man he had formed a feeling of pity for her. It was not nice to be pursued in such a manner, Hiiro knew from experience. But he also thought that maybe he should have sent the man after her- it might have humbled her slightly.

            “Thanks!” The man called out, running off. Hiiro shook his head, but made no move otherwise. Then he shoved his hands into his pockets and continued strolling down the busy street, thoughts of a blonde still racing through his mind. *

 

~~~Everyone understand? I hope I wasn’t too jumbled… I never feel like it’s good enough. Well, I hope YOU like it! –Much love, Vixen~~~