Competitions
A BSSM fanfiction
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Aniah
AniaHope@aol.com
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Quickie; 1-parter. Endyish, but no bashing, for once. Set in Crystal Tokyoland.
Disc: I own nothing but plots and my paralyzed brain.
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Even in these times of development, I still wonder when they will come. My angel sighs, and leans her pretty head on my shoulder, plucking a rose from a thorn-less bush nearby. We watch the petals fall to the floor, and I remember the old childish rhyme: She loves you, she loves you not…but of course, in our relationship, the question is not an issue.
Three-year-old ChibiUsa and her little companion, Diana, are bouncing and batting Luna Ball on the other side of the gazebo, I smile to think of my daughter. "Ai Shiteru, Endymion," Usako says softly, scattering the petals from her white rose onto the warm summer-soaked ground.
"And I you," the Inner Senshi's insane laughter reaches us from the lawn, where they are playing a vigorous game of cricket with the Outers. Only Serenity's guardians could make a game so violent. Luna comes to us, and takes Diana by the scruff of her neck. As she winks and leaves, Serenity snuggles up to me. How perfect our life is, I sigh, thinking of the dusty cape and hat I wore as Tuxedo Kamen, lying away in a deep closet. The costume is unneeded; a relic of war and evil that do not exist in our blissful world.
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Three years later, just after the sixth birthday of ChibiUsa, my worst fear is marched into Crystal Tokyo, nothing short of Serenity's compassion preventing their dignity from being shattered by the shackles I would have had them bound in.
I scan their faces, each in turn. First, the four Ayakashi who were the finest subordinates, their symbolic crescents marring the perfect features of their hardened faces. The Kurenaino Rubeus, his jacket nowhere to be found, looks at all with contempt. He spits when our eyes meet.
The flamboyant Esmeraude, fan in two pieces, has a glare on her face to match that of the fierce noontide sun. Heir Apparent, Prince Saffir looks at all with a veiled interest, but his eyes harden when he sees me. They must all blame me for their rash actions, I realize ironically, because Serenity can do no wrong.
Then I meet his eyes. I would reach for a rose, but I have no quiver full as in the days of Tuxedo Kamen. I have a scepter of kingship, and medals of state. This is NOT twentieth century Tokyo, I am not watching him smirking on a lamppost as he surveys his work: Dimando, White Prince of the renegade moon, and damn proud of it. He tosses silvery bangs out of his violet eyes, and fixes them on my wife, as she begins to speak.
I see the inevitable transformation instantly; the look of utter awe passing through his chiseled features. I wrap an arm protectively around Serenity's waist, and a look of despair pass through her face. "I wanted to save them this time, Endy-chan," she whispers sadly. I comfort her mentally, as she makes her sentence.
"Dimando, Prince of the unrecognized Black Moon clan, I sentence you and your associates, on the charges of High Treason to the Kingdom, to absolute and utter exile on the wasted planet of Nemesis, so help me," she pauses as is bid, and asks for any last words.
"Mark me now, Queen, Terra and its ruler will be ours to plunder!" His voice is glacial, reverberating, and powerful. His clan-members cheer, and I know that the timeline will repeat itself.
A BSSM fanfiction
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Aniah
AniaHope@aol.com
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Quickie; 1-parter. Endyish, but no bashing, for once. Set in Crystal Tokyoland.
Disc: I own nothing but plots and my paralyzed brain.
* * *
Even in these times of development, I still wonder when they will come. My angel sighs, and leans her pretty head on my shoulder, plucking a rose from a thorn-less bush nearby. We watch the petals fall to the floor, and I remember the old childish rhyme: She loves you, she loves you not…but of course, in our relationship, the question is not an issue.
Three-year-old ChibiUsa and her little companion, Diana, are bouncing and batting Luna Ball on the other side of the gazebo, I smile to think of my daughter. "Ai Shiteru, Endymion," Usako says softly, scattering the petals from her white rose onto the warm summer-soaked ground.
"And I you," the Inner Senshi's insane laughter reaches us from the lawn, where they are playing a vigorous game of cricket with the Outers. Only Serenity's guardians could make a game so violent. Luna comes to us, and takes Diana by the scruff of her neck. As she winks and leaves, Serenity snuggles up to me. How perfect our life is, I sigh, thinking of the dusty cape and hat I wore as Tuxedo Kamen, lying away in a deep closet. The costume is unneeded; a relic of war and evil that do not exist in our blissful world.
* * *
Three years later, just after the sixth birthday of ChibiUsa, my worst fear is marched into Crystal Tokyo, nothing short of Serenity's compassion preventing their dignity from being shattered by the shackles I would have had them bound in.
I scan their faces, each in turn. First, the four Ayakashi who were the finest subordinates, their symbolic crescents marring the perfect features of their hardened faces. The Kurenaino Rubeus, his jacket nowhere to be found, looks at all with contempt. He spits when our eyes meet.
The flamboyant Esmeraude, fan in two pieces, has a glare on her face to match that of the fierce noontide sun. Heir Apparent, Prince Saffir looks at all with a veiled interest, but his eyes harden when he sees me. They must all blame me for their rash actions, I realize ironically, because Serenity can do no wrong.
Then I meet his eyes. I would reach for a rose, but I have no quiver full as in the days of Tuxedo Kamen. I have a scepter of kingship, and medals of state. This is NOT twentieth century Tokyo, I am not watching him smirking on a lamppost as he surveys his work: Dimando, White Prince of the renegade moon, and damn proud of it. He tosses silvery bangs out of his violet eyes, and fixes them on my wife, as she begins to speak.
I see the inevitable transformation instantly; the look of utter awe passing through his chiseled features. I wrap an arm protectively around Serenity's waist, and a look of despair pass through her face. "I wanted to save them this time, Endy-chan," she whispers sadly. I comfort her mentally, as she makes her sentence.
"Dimando, Prince of the unrecognized Black Moon clan, I sentence you and your associates, on the charges of High Treason to the Kingdom, to absolute and utter exile on the wasted planet of Nemesis, so help me," she pauses as is bid, and asks for any last words.
"Mark me now, Queen, Terra and its ruler will be ours to plunder!" His voice is glacial, reverberating, and powerful. His clan-members cheer, and I know that the timeline will repeat itself.