Disclaimer: You know, life would probably be so much better if I did own Sailor Moon but sadly I don't! Sad day.

Story 70: Funeral for Yesterday

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Summary: When she calls, you have no choice but to obey poor soul.

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

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It rolled in, deeply laced within this impossibly thick fog that coated the ocean's surface, resembling gently plucked strings of a harp, a faint splash of color stamping across the human drum. Dangerous, whimsical and went without mention that it was utterly otherworld in its notes that never failed to lift the soul and swell the heart; eternally entrapping its receiver. Clammy palms gripped the wooden rail so fiercely that his knuckles turned the palest of whites, his eyes, darkened with desire staring into the fog.

The ocean which had blackened with night's sky, illuminated only partially by their lanterns and full moon now seemed a cruel mistress indeed. Its waves blessed him now by carrying this intoxication of a song to him ever so gently but then cursed him in same instance by pushing his drifting sea vessel away.

"Endymion," A voice cried out appropriately laced with surprise. "Master what are doing out of bed-" He paused, blue orbs morphing to frantic. "Come, these are dangerous tides, please-"

"Asanuma, can you hear it?" Endymion interjected, turning around his orbs glowing faintly of yellow around its rims.

Gasping aloud the young man crossed himself, trice, "Heavens, she's bewitched you." His breath stank of accusation.

"Who?" Shuffling forward he grabbed a hold of Asanuma's smaller shoulders. "Who is she, I must know," He cried, yellow orbs flashing.

Gulping and trying desperately to reign in his fright Asanuma placed his rough hands over his master's. "Endymion forget her, ple-" His pleaded broke off with a slight winch as Endymion ruthlessly tightened his grip on the boy's shoulders. "She's one of the sleeps with the serpent, who was sent to Earth for the sole purpose of devouring young men's souls: A Siren. The island dwellers at the last port said that her name was Serenity."

"Lies, lies, lies!" Endymion sneered from behind clenched teeth throwing the boy onto the deck, resisting the urge to begin pacing he couldn't help but to ball his hands into fists at his sides. These words he decided without much comprehendible thought couldn't have one drop of truthfulness embedded within them. Nothing that could cast such a hauntingly gorgeous tune could possibly know evil.

Determination crossed Endymion's features which honestly scared the young boy, "Please, allow me to wake the priest master." He started but found that his words were far too late as he could watch helplessly while his master dove off the ship's side into open waters. "Endymion!" Asanuma shrieked, running to the railing, peering over its side. "Wait, please! Fetch the rope," He turned crying to the motionless crew to no avail.

Floating in the water's surface Endymion closed his eyes, letting his beauty's song anchor his heart and at once grabbing a hold of its invisible string as he swam feverishly to her. Because, not in this lifetime or any other would Endymion ignore Serenity's most delightful call.

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AN: Did you know that Sirens are part bird? Yea, while doing research on them I stumbled upon that fact, strange. Still hitting all kinds of lows with my writers block, I have almost twenty pages filled with story ideas and one shots that I've started and yet cannot for the life of me finished.

Le sigh.

In wonderful news, my older bro is getting engaged tom! WOOOOT.