AN: Of course I do not own the Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing universe, but there are more than a handful of original characters that I do own, so I'll list them!

OC's

Princess Eliza of Earth (Endymion's half sister)

Vashe Weisz Asagi (the Royal Seamstress for the Moon Court)

Enna Asagi (Princess Serenity's tutor and Vashe's lover)

Princess Selene (Serenity's older sister and Second in Command of the Moon's Imperial Army)

Kairi Weisz Asagi (Serenity's best friend/personal bodyguard/Vashe and Enna's adopted child)

Princess Mia of Venus (Princess Mina's older sister, Selene's best friend)

King Sol of the Sun (Queen Selenity's husband)

I based the names of Kings and Queens of the other planets on elemental dieties/gods/goddesses

Roles of the Gundam Pilots

Trowa Barton will go by General Triton Bloom

General Heero Yuy

General Wufei Chang

General Duo Maxwell

and Prince Quatre of the Sun, Selene and Serenity's brother

(Triton, Heero, Wufei and Duo are Eclipse Soliders of the Sun; Quatre's guard)

Pairs:

Selene/Triton

Serenity/Heero

Mia/Wufei

Eliza/Quatre

Kairi/Duo

PROLOGUE

Endymion always welcomed the nightfall. As soon as the sun made its descent and the darkness made its course, the brilliant stars blinked like diamonds across a sea of sapphire that reflected the color of his eyes. Currently, his oculars were resting on the moon. Only a sliver of shadow prevented it from being full. The Earth's sole prince stared with a longing expression - so much power was held there, such power for which he longed and for which the earth lacked. It made him envious how much superior and advanced the moon was compared to their barbaric wasteland. Sure, there was beauty in their rich soil and the lush greenery that covered his world, but it was nothing compared to the majestic and surreal air of the silver kingdom.

"The longer you stare at her, the more you'll make me jealous."

He turned and leaned his back against the balustrade. The woman approaching him was beautiful - long crimson hair, legs that stretched for miles, and an ample amount of bosom that was barely concealed by the silk number she had on. She was tall, but she could never amount to Endymion's impressive six-five. He was built like a warrior, body rippling with muscles, yet long and lean. He was not bulky, but he left little to the imagination as he stood in only his silk black trousers. A midnight brow arched as Beryl stood before him, a slight look of contempt touching the corner of her full crimson mouth. That alone sparked a cheshire grin on the prince's face as he stared down at his father's adviser. Surely enough she appeared young, with catlike green eyes glinting with mischief and lush crimson hair that fell in wild curls past her shoulders. However, she was much older than he was, but that only deepened his lust.

"Is that why you'd show up at this hour... Afraid that you would lose me to the moon?" Endymion quipped after a long appreciative glace of her body. The top of her head barely grazed his chin. Knowing that, Berly tipped her head back, so that the soft pillows of her lips would ghost along his perfectly cut jaw.

"Only if you give me a reason to be afraid, Endy." She whispered and then moaned when his long calloused fingers found their way past silk. They pressed against her intimate curls, before slipping between the moist folds. She shuddered with delight and pressed herself against him. Immediately, his face was buried in her neck, lips and teeth gnashing into flesh with desire. Her head fell back as she sighed with pleasure, allowing Endymion to fall into his rough but passionate ministrations along her jawline and throat. Her breasts heaved with her deep chuckle, and she cried out softly when his fingers pushed into her entrance. Beryl bit her bottom lip before she spoke, "I know I'm much more than the moon brat will ever be," she gasped and arched against him, "but we have much to discuss about the Silver Alliance."

He blew gently on her nipple, before closing his lips around it. Beryl released a guttural moan and twitched when his teeth scraped over it. Finally, he would detract from his ministrations, fierce sapphire eyes peering past her heaving breasts. "What of it?" He barely managed to say. He chuckled throatily, relentless on the thrusting of his fingers.

"The engagement is what concerns me, Endy. That you will be marrying-"

"That doesn't stop me from wanting you," he cooed. His free hand curled around the swell of her posterior, before gripping it tightly. He forced her hips against his, so that she could feel his wanton length. "Isn't it for the greater good? If I were to marry the moon princess, I will not only have her kingdom... but her powers as well?"

Beryl's hands slid up his shoulders to grip tightly. Her knees were close to buckling as she felt herself coming close. She stared down into his eyes, and then closed her own when his tongue continued flicking her sensitive fleshy pebbles. "Yes, ah... yes! Promise that you won't forget, my love." She whispered.

Endymion chuckled, "I won't..." He murmured against her flesh, "forget our agreement." He replied. He lifted his head, his free hand moving from her posterior and into her hair. Fingers locked into a vice like grip into her curly strands before yanking her head back, so that his lips could crush hers. His kiss was hungry, possessive - purely primal. He intended to dominate this older woman, who believed that she had a hand in all the scheming, but he wanted to remind her that he was no pawn.

"How bad do you want this?" The prince growled after breaking away from the bruising kiss.

"Oh, Endy-"

Beryl's response was immediately cut off at the sound of someone's throat clearing. Endymion's fingers slid out quickly. He stared down into Beryl's rounded eyes, and then showed his fingers into her mouth. "Until next time," he said as he swirled his digits coated with her essence. Berly wrenched her head away from shock, before turning and bowing her head immediately to the young woman present. "Milady," she said. Her crimson hair fell about her face, hiding her shame and annoyance at being interrupted. A pale slender hand waved off the older woman. Once Beryl was gone, Endymion's focus flew to the girl who was no older than sixteen. There were definite similarities between them, except that the girl was much softer. She still carried an innocent glow to her appearance, which reminded him so much of the fairy tale lore the Queen would share. Her skin was white as snow, lips ruby red. Her hair was just as black, and they were currently pulled back in a long braid down her back.

This was Eliza, his half-sister, and the only girl he'd ever truly love and adore. She was the only female he cherished and treated with respect. She was his bundle of joy, despite their having different mothers. His cruel looked vanished, as Eliza hugged herself. She still wore the long sleeping gowns, reminding him more of the child who often clung to his side. She looked so lost and insecure, and Endymion felt the need to clear his throat after that little spectacle. He was glad that Beryl's back was turned, concealing most of their lascivious encounter. If Eliza saw anything, she pretended she hadn't.

"Hello, sister." He said to finally break the silence.

"I..." She hesitated as if thinking better of her statement. Shaking her head, Eliza decided to continue. "I don't like our royal adviser. She's not to be trusted." For sixteen, she was rather perceptive. Her childish looks were waning. He could see more of the woman she was becoming now that he really looked at her. He stayed silent so that she could go on. "And I don't think it's right, that you meet with her like this when you're supposed to be thinking about the future."

Bemused by her boldness, and also amused, Endymion pushed himself away from the balustrade. His walk was deliberately slow and predatory, his six-five as it drew near towered over his sister's lithe five-two. His sapphire stare was smoldering as they stared down at her. She had grown more becoming and she was smart. Her looks made it easy for people to underestimate her, which made her even more valuable. He lifted his hand, the one that wasn't tainted by Beryl, and gingerly held her soft round cheek.

"Are you worried about me, Eliza?"

"She's using you," Eliza said, "and you're fully aware of it. Why?" She couldn't stop herself from leaning into his touch. His thumb gently stroke the curve of her cheek.

"Because, you needn't ask me such questions, sweet sister." If it were anyone else but her being this bold, he would've struck them. Instead, he blessed her with a brotherly kiss on her forehead, yet his lips lingered on her flesh. Eliza closed her eyes as she leaned against him.

"I don't like her. I don't like the way father's been behaving, and I'm scared that you might end up that way. He's been power hungry. I can see it in his eyes."

"Hush..." He cooed softly, holding her like he did in the old days. She used to have nightmares, and he would always be the one to hold her until she slept again.

"Promise that you won't change for the worst? That you will be better?" Eliza tipped her head back, so that she could look up into his sapphire eyes. She searched with worry, and Endymion almost pitied how completely naive she was, though he preferred her for her innocence. No matter how perceptive she could be, she was still inexperienced with the harsher realities that life had to offer. She was only sixteen, and he was already twenty-one. He should've already been wed by now, but plans changed. There had been a possibility some time ago, when he was his sister's age... but that had failed tremendously.

Instead of replying, he pulled his sister into his embrace, and turned, so that he could stare up at the moon. This was his second chance. The Silver Alliance was only a part of the bigger picture.