Marley is Dead

Prologue

© 1998 by Sardonyx


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Author's Note:

If I may mangle the words of Dickens himself:

I have endeavored with this Ghostly little fic to raise the Ghost of an idea which shall (hopefully) not put my readers out of humour with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me (especially me).

Inspiration thanks to Charles Dickens, and Sailormoon is still not mine. Let the madness begin.


Marley is Dead

Prologue

© 1998 by Sardonyx

The Earth Kingdom was blanketed in a soft, white snow, beneath a sky dotted with frosty stars. Rich and poor alike slept soundly, unaware of the tribulations of those Immortal...

The lonely castle was cold, and dark, and silent. Even the wild storms outside seemed to have boiled down into a ominous quiet. Kunzite himself seemed almost a part of it all, as he took up his customary position in one of the oddly-formed 'chairs', doing his best, it seemed, to impersonate a glacier.

Drawing his cape around him, he was about to"slip into a light doze when he heard a sound. Opening his eyes, Kunzite quickly scanned the room. He knew he hadn't sent for anyone. Possibly it was his imagination, but Kunzite had never had much of one, really.

"Who's there?" he asked, without so much as turning his head.

There was no reply, but now he heard the sound again; a clear, light, distinctive tapping. Footsteps. Soft and light; a woman's footsteps. For the briefest second Kunzite's expression flickered; then he called again. "Whatever you are, you have five seconds to get out before I kill you."

"It's a bit late for that, Mi'lord."

A youma, delicate, almost pretty, stepped from the shadows, and bowed. Her form was a soft blue, almost translucent.

"Get out of here." he told the creature, readying power to blast her.

"I've been sent with a message for you, Lord Kunzite." she continued, without seeming to hear, "We only want to help you."

"We? I don't know what you're talking about."

"After the clock strikes midnight," the youma went on, "you will have three Visitors. Three." she held up three fingers, and he glared at her.

"I can count, you know. What is all this rubbish? Midnight? Visitors, pah. Get out of here, you stupid beast."

She rose to her feet, keeping her head bowed. "It's for your own good, you see, Lord Kunzite."

"My own... what have you been drinking?! And who are you, how did you get in here?" Kunzite was too tired to worry about keeping his temper. The wan youma raised her head slightly, staring -- not quite at him -- almost through him.

"I was Tetis." she said simply, "I'm dead."

"Dead? What the --"

She was no longer there. Kunzite blinked. I've been working too hard. Shaking his head slightly, he settled back into his cold chair and closed his eyes.

Visitors, indeed.

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