She turns wrestles in her sleep, deep in dreams that rose to awareness when she slept, but fell to tatters and cobwebs when she woke.
Dark dreams, far too real to be pure fantasy… no something more, something older.
These were the memories of a millennium ago at least, though she had little frame or reference, and no idea how deep their stories ran.


In her dream she teased him, twined a red cord around her arm, knotting it about her fingers and pressing it gently into her pale skin smiling as his eyes watched her, half veiled behind the curtain of his hair. His eyes were so bright then, but longing. She felt it too, a hope, a wonder. Dare she believe that her affections might not be in vain?

But she had no idea how to speak to him of it, she knew only what would draw forth reaction, so she repeated these small torments, but never too often. She could not let the shock wear off, or become something he could be accustomed to. She feared she would lose him if that happened, that whatever novelty she held would fade, and he would abandon her for another star.

She lifted the dagger idly… watching him to see that he watched her as she pressed it to her fingertip to see the tiny bead of blood that welled up. She smiled at it, this tiny gem, more precious than diamonds, and yet so common.
She did not enjoy hurting her self. It was not a release from ‘worldly troubles’… she was simply fascinated by it, her very self and nature bound to it.

She knew too that it bothered him when she did this, so for now she stopped, placing the tiny dot to her lips and kissed it away the way she wanted to kiss him. Soft, tender, with just a hint of –wicked- before she brushed a hand over the deep crimson of her gown and glanced out over her ‘kingdom’ of scarlet and black.

“My star Is –dying- Caine.” She told him, she knew he knew this, she had said this hundreds of times. “I do not fear it, its life blood is burning up every blink we take, but still you are troubled by my fascination with it. You disapprove of my dabbling in the occult, I swear to you, I am not slipping into the arms of the negaverse just by wondering about the darkness, blood, after all is a –dark- gift.”
She moved towards him and reached up a hand to brush his face, he caught it in his own and turned it to nuzzle her palm oh so briefly before he stopped, his crimson eyes searching her own. There was worry there, and love, guardian cats all loved those they guarded and served though, she could never be sure it was more than that.

“Oh Caine….” She sighed and smiled at him shaking her head before he could answer. You are so –pure-… I feel it is you who will suffer most when this star dies.”

He reached for her cheek in turn, opening his mouth to speak when the dream fell to terrible silence. She knew he shouted something, called to –someone- else, She was afraid as Ume, but as this strange woman she was indignant, enraged. Here? How dare they come HERE, and how! What betrayal was this?

It was with this fear, these thoughts that she woke gasping. Her hair a tangle about her face and her eyes wide, clutching for her journal to quickly write down the thoughts, already scattering with each breath she took as she tried to calm herself. A handful of words, betrayal, love… loss, and dying star, yet she had nothing to bind them together so she could understand, No cipher that would make it clear, they had started after she became a senshi. But now, now that she had seen HIM, they had been growing steadily more intense…more real. Till she was afraid she might loose herself to the strange woman in her dreams.


((sorry, don't dare use her diary))