Princess Inoue Miyako, of the Kingdom of Pure Love, the last and most powerful, remaining Sorceresses of Light, was like ice beneath the lips of the King of The Dark Forces. She didn't move at all in response to the kiss that he ruthlessly bestowed. She knew what he was doing. He was trying to prove that she was now his possession and no other's. That he could do anything he wanted to her and no one would stop him.

He was trying to make her submit to his kiss and beg for more. Something which Miyako would never do. She pressed her hands feebly against his well-muscled chest. Trying her best to shove him off her, it didn't work. She was no match for him in physical strength... but on the other hand....

Miyako smirked slightly beneath Yamato's lips.

Closing her eyes, she drew upon the power that had been in her since birth. In her mind's eye she brought forth the firey mass of magic within her. She felt her body slightly warm, and she couldn't keep the smile of triumph from blazing across her face as Yamato let out a grunt of pain as he jerked away from her; his lips a scarlet hue from the spell.

Fire flew up around her body, not burning her nor scorching the floor. Merely floating around her, ready to harm any who dared come in contact with her.

He touched his lips which were quickly turning a blackish red. Though his long, delicate fingers brushed aginst his lips, the burns vanished as though they had never been. She crossed her arms slowly, it was a defensive gesture and she was sure he knew it from the spark of dark joy that sprang in his icy blue eyes.

Yamato raised an elegant brow and laughed. "Very good, Princess. It appears i've underestimated you. Good, I do so love a challenge. And you, I belive, shall be one of my greatest conquests. Soon I will show you just how much more powerful the Darkness is. And you will join my side in the eternal night."

Miyako seethed in anger. How dare he presume she would ever fall to his side? For she would never. "You overestimate yourself. For I will never, never join forces with you! Light is far stronger than you, and we will win! We will!"

He chuckled. "Sure, M'lady," his voice held light mockery. "Why don't you drop your little 'forcefield', before I'm forced to do it for you?"

Miyako shook her head. Her lips drew into a luscious pout as a single word rang from them. "No."

He smirked with obvious enjoyment. "Fine, have it your way. I tried to be reasonble." He murmured some unintelligible incantation then raised a hand, palm-out at her.

The effect was immediate. Miyako felt pain shot through out her body. Twisting and wrenching. Ripping throughout her entire being. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as raspy breaths exploded from her lips. She felt herself begin to sink to the floor, her magic dimming from the inside out. Fiercely she fought to regain control of both herself and her own magic.

She tried desperately to focus and reinforce the magic in which was her only shining hope. But each time she tried the agony intensified. Finally she collapsed to the floor, propping herself half-way against the stone wall. She stopped her efforts for a moment and raised her eyes defiantly to meet those of the Dark Lord.

"Tsk tsk, I wouldn't try that again, love. Or you will have to deal with a permanent... discomfort." Yamato smiled wickedly.

She forced herself to stand, wobbling as she did so. Miyako felt weak, both physically and mentally. She knew the reason. Somehow he had supressed powers to such a deperessing amount that it was draining her own physical strength to try and raise it back up to its normal levels.

"You- you bastard!" She hissed, her anger giving her voice more strength than she herself possessed at the moment.

He laughed lightly, brushing off the insult like a fleck of dust on his boot. "I don't know about that." Yamato walked closer to her. She tried to move away from the wall, to stand on her own feet. She failed however as she felt her eyes begin to droop. She was so tired.

She swayed forward, and Yamato caught her in his embrace. Unable to fight back in her weakened state, Miyako raised her golden eyes to meet his in burning defiance. Dark amusment were alit in sapphire ice eyes as he watched hers close and her body go limp in his arms....

Heavy, unseen forces seemed to be weighed upon her as golden eyes flickered open to reveal their radiance to the world. Miyako bolted upright, eyes wild flying over the room in utter confusion and fear.

It dawned upon the princess, as unwanted memories floated back from the depths. A frown took place on her full lips as she stood, albeit still wobbily. Yamato had lifted his supression spell from her. That much she could tell since she didn't fall back to the floor. Suprisingly, she couldn't feel any limit on her magic anymore.

Mirthless laughter escaped her lips as she realized his intent. He'd said earlier he relished a challenge, obviously he wouldn't try to take away her only weapon. At least not at the moment.

Miyako rubbed her eyes groggily as she stood there, eyes wandering over the room with sudden amazment. The room was fit for a princess such as herself. It was elegantly decorated with wine-red rugs that were thrown about with dark blue ones cascading over them.

Her feet gracefully sunk into the softness of it with a comfort unknown. To the right of her their was a huge golden dresser with a large mirror she could see crystalline reflection in. On it their lay bottles of lotions and powders, cosmetics. The finest and rarest jewels were strewn about the console as well. Silver brushes and combs sat, awaiting usage. Miyako's eyes danced and wandered downward to the down-stuffed, cushioned stool that begged to be sat upon tucked beneath the table.

Turning from the expensive items she walked over to the closet near the front of the room. Her eyes wandered over the silver doors and golden dainty knobs for a moment before rising to take in the deep lavender walls that sparkled with inner light.

Hesitantly she opened the closet slowly. Her eyes wideing at the sight before her. Dresses by the hundreds littered within. By any color anyone could possibly imagine. She glanced down at her own attire at the. It was a small white bodice with flimsy sleeves that stopped at the shoulders. It dipped downward more than she wanted and had frills of transluscent cloth near the waist that barely covered her hips, and that was if she didn't move at all.

A scarlet blush coated Miyako's face as she rembered the kiss the Dark Lord had bestowed only the night before. Having no desire to face him once more in what she was clad in, she reached within the closet and pulled out a silver dress, trimmed in royal blue. Eyes narrowing, she glanced over at the mirror again, suspicion already clouding her mind. She glanced around hurriedly before finding a robe from the corner of the room.

Primly, she walked over to the mirror and covered it. She wouldn't put it past Ishida Yamato not to use his magic for his perverted needs. Taking the silvery-blue gown and disappeared into the closet she began to change.

From within his own quarters Yamato smirked, a small chuckle escaping his luscious lips. Apparently she wasn't as ignorant as he'd thought she was. He had been watching her from the mirror. Partly for the view, and partly to see if she'd guess he would use his magic to watch her through the mirror.

Turning from his own mirror he walked over the window. His eyes gazing over the land that was his own. He was most powerful in his own land. It was his domain and his own magic seeped from ever crevice of it.

His thoughts flew back to the young Sorceress of Light. She was one of their few remaining princesses. Only two were left. Not that the other two really mattered. While they had magic and the will to fight, they weren't as powerful as the younger princesss.

Years ago he had captured Light's own princess, Hikari. She had been more beautiful then the tales had proclaimed, and so very strong. But he had worn her down eventually.

It had taken time but she had turned eventually. Giving herself completely over to the side of Darkness. That had been what had weakened the Light so much. She had been like the life blood of Light. She had been Its princess, and she had turned from their plight. The victory had been one of his most greatest triumphs.

Not long after he transition he'd captured her prince, Takeru of the Kingdom of Hope and Frienship. His own brother. Like with the young Princess of Light he'd tried to turn him as well. But he was the defiant Prince of Hope. For he never gave up hope of his rescue.

Yamato had used hikari against him. That proved fatal as she helped him to escape, killing herself in the process. For her death, Takeru had sworn vengance. Yamato highly doubted he would make good on his threat. Since Hikari had turned back to Light, but still died. The powers of Light had only weaked further. Their only hope of survival resting upon the Princes: Takeru of Hope, and Taichi of Courage, and the Princesses Sora, Mimi, and Miyako of Purity and Love. They we're all that was left. But Light's survival was resting heavily upon Miyako. Once he was finn=ished with her he knew Light would be far too weak to fight.

Yamato smiled ruefully. Miyako was much like Hikari... yet stronger still. He would enjoy turning her the the Darkness. And this time he would make sure it will be all the way.