Just once, Venus wished that she could be taller than her too short frame. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable with being short. Her small build allowed her to be faster and to maneuver in tight places where others would not be so easily able to. She could sneak around and utilize her stealth when there was less of her that needed to be hidden in areas that were too open for her own comfort. Men adored her for her compactness and women envied her small stature.

It wasn’t even the height difference between her and Kunzite that made her self-conscious. When she and Kunzite would stand toe to toe, the top of her head would barely reach his chin. That first night when she wanted to kiss him, the only thought passing through her mind was how impossible it would be to make her lips reach his without tackling him to remove the obstacle of his height - which of course she didn’t do. Imagine the leader of the princess’s senshi attacking the head of the prince’s shitennou! Although when her love-me chain happened to slip from her waist and over his feet, there was nothing that she could do but fall herself while trying to help keep him upright.

No, it wasn’t until a millennia later when they had both been reincarnated and they were given another chance together. They stood close, standing at the edge of the ocean, the cold water of a tall wave rising far enough up shore to brush against their ankles. He had reminded her of that incident with the love-me chain and she had been foolish enough to forget to deny his claims. In an instant, his arms were around her and with little effort, threw her into the cold water in an undignified splash. In that moment, the only thing she could think was that if she had only been a bit taller she would have had the mass and arm span to have grabbed him and pulled him in with her….
 

( Voices spoke to her of kingdoms fallen and wars waged, innocents dying – demons slaughtering angels. )