- Author's Note - Ohayoo, minna-san! I come here today to place the blame of my appearance upon
my muse, Miri, who has been on my case lately about 'rekindling old flames'. So I gave her the
challenge of coming up with ideas for either a Card Captor Sakura fic, a Vampire Hunter D fic, a
Tenchi Muyo fic, or a Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon fic. I believe we can all porperly assume how that
challenge ended. :) Now, first, there is the matter of my schooling which has required me to read two
books and write reports before August 9th. I am reading Dracula. So Miri took the idea to make the
BSSM story "Kamen" (aka Dracula, Sailor Moon style). So gather 'round, boys and girls... This is
going to get weird.
- Key -
"..." -dialogue
'...' - thought
*...* - emphasis
(...) - quick explanations, drifting along with the story
[#] - author's note
* (5x's) - change of scenery
// ... // - diary entries, letters, articles, etc.
- Warnings - Big words. Slight Weiss Kreuz spoilers. All character couples will end up properly in
respective time (aka Mamoru+Usagi, Andrew+Makoto, Chad+Rei, etc. // aka could someone please
tell me what the Japanese version of "Chad"s name is. I hate the American names. Ick. If I'm not
told she's going to end up a love crazy Mamoru-stalker. _ // aka this story is going downhill before
it even begins), please worry a lot. Language. Comma splicing.
- Disclaimer - Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon (including characters, anime, manga, ideas,
merchandising, and the state of Georgia) is property of Naoko Takeuchi, and other big companies
that want our money. Dracula (the book, characters, movie, merchandising, and all the firey realms
of Hell) is property of Bram Stoker and whoever his publisher was. I doubt anyone will sue me over
this, so I won't even tell you not to bother. I have £2.24 to my name, and that really already belongs to
someone else. ;_;
* * * * *
Kamen * By Seph Lorraine
Prologue: It All Started With A Rice Ball
* * * * *
It was times like these that Tsukino Usagi really praised God that her disguise pen (or the small
object reigning as the equivalent thereof) could successfully disguise her as a man. She would
need it for this mission (or so the bottle of Glenlivet 12 year French Oak whiskey told her last night).
'Sugoi!' She thought, 'And Rei told me that you should never except gifts from talking black cats...'
Usagi put on a straight face and looked into the mirror and spoke, "Hello, Mister Count-" Her large
blue eyes blinked once and her jaw fell open. Her disguise pen had changed her voice, too. "Sugoi!"
She cheered and began hopping wildly around the room, before stumbling over a foot stool and
onto a table. She came face to face to a picture of Makoto and her engaged-to-be-married fiance,
Andrew.
Again she paused, examining Andrew, she stood and walked back to the mirror.
Come to think of it, she and he shared an almost freakishly unrealistic resemblence. The short
blond locks, cropped just above the eyes, with the intricate little flip at the top of the head. Sure,
his eyes were a completely different colour, but who cares about that? Sure he was quite a large
amount taller than her, and she had hardly ever seen him wear anything but an apron. But who
cares about that, anyway? So there were some -slight- differences.
"I look like Andrew!"
She abruptly kept herself from drooling as she looked down at herself frowning. 'I have suddenly
become the object of my secret affections... Oh this is -so- not cool!' Her frown deepened as she
looked at her chest, then a bit further down to the gray dress pants (belonging to her brother) she
wore. 'Oh Gods... I have really become a boy.'
Shocked and horrified blue eyes looked into the mirror, as Usagi began to worriedly mutter to
herself, "Oh my God. I'm a hottie. Whatever will I do?"
And with that she finished her packing, gathered her brother's papers and excepted that she was
going to have to act as a man for the next few weeks, until this particular deal was settled.
* * * * *
Usagi's brother (whom shall remain nameless because he's not that important anyway), had just
recently suffered a fatal choke on a rice ball on the week before. The family had buried him and
then held a small reception (we will not say "they threw a wild party" for respect to the dead)
afterwards. It was the very night of the funeral and reception (wild party) that the telephone rang. Of
course, the telephone rang alot, considering when you live in Tokyo it's hard not to know a lot of
people, which really wasn't to unusual. It had been the call that had been unusual.
Being the only person present who hadn't gone overboard on her drinking yet, it was Usagi who had
answered the phone...
"What do you want? Don't you know we're in the middle of a wild party-er-funeral reception here?"
Sure she hadn't fallen down drunk yet, but that was only because she was clutching a table for
support.
"Sorry for interrupting, this is Shuuichi Takatori, I live just next door, and I was just wondering if you
could please turn down the music. I am trying to tape the stats of an important mission to a secret
group of assassins I own called Weiss, who secretly live under the disguise of florists in a flower
shop called the Koneko, across town. It's hard for the camera to pick up my voice with all that loud
racket." The voice responded.
"Oh... Sure, sorry about that." She hung up.
Then the phone rang again...
"Who is it?"
"I can still hear it! Turn the music down!"
"You again?! Fine, I will! Stop calling!" She hung up, and staggered to the stereo across the room,
turning down the volume of Kamui Gackt's screaming freakishly-female voice.
Then the phone rang yet again...
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?!?"
There was a pause from the other side of the line, and then the sexiest male voice she had ever
heard spoke from the receiver, "Please pardon me, if I have called you at a bad time?"
She blinked, "Er... No, I guess it's fine. Everyone's already passed out by now, so the
party-er-reception is pretty much over... Uhm, can I help you?"
"I believe I may have the wrong number." He paused, "Is there a solicitor living here by the name of
Usagi's Brother?"
She blinked, "Well, yeah... He did live here--"
"Good, then. Give him a message for me. Say: The residence that he spoke about to a Mr. Chiba, is
expected to be paid off on full during his stay here at my house. We will be expecting him tomorrow
evening arround midnight, and a room will be waiting for him to rest upon his arrival--"
Sobering up, slightly as the voice spoke, she tried to inform the speaker of recent happenings to the
solicitor involving a rice ball, just last week, "But, sir--"
The voice paid no heed to her interruption, but just continued, "Then tell him, that if he plans on
backing out of the deal, I will be suing him and his family for all they have for false advertisement,
saying that they promised me service that I did not receive. Then precisely say: 'I will expect him here
tomorrow, without delay. It's been a pleasure chatting with you. See you soon. xoxo -Kamen'."
She blinked for a moment and tried again, "Er, but--"
"Now, if you'll excuse me I have a hair appointment. Good night to you, ma'am." He hung up.
Glancing at her watch she saw it was 0230 AM. 'A hair appointment? ...Weird people.' She shook her
head and frowned. She couldn't risk her family loosing everything they owned. They still had to pay
off her late brothers debts (he didn't have life insurance), and the morgage on the house. That was
when the idea struck.
Amidst a room of drunken, dozing, bodies, Usagi decided she would use the pen that that strange
black cat had given her a few days after telling her something about 'a mission to save the planet' or
whatever. So she ran upstairs to find her brother's files and began to pack her clothes. She would
need to act as a man for this trip (she didn't know why, though, after all it was the 20th century [1],
and women were allowed to be solicitors), maybe being a guy would be fun. Maybe that was the
alcohal talking.
* * * * *
Usagi, finished gaping at her new body in the mirror, and picked up her bags to head outside and
wait for her ride (she assumed she would get a ride since she didn't know where the hell this guy
lived). It was the morning after the wild party, and the man on the phone hadn't specified what time
he would be picking her up specifically, but she knew she was to arrive around midnight. Her
hangover was semi-violent by now, and she popped a few pills before grabbing her cell phone and
heading out the door to wait.
Sitting on the front steps, she made a few calls to her friends and family, letting them know she
would be away for a little while on some of her brother's unfinished business (even though she was
only sixteen [2], but appearantly in Japan it's not odd for sixteen yearold girls to go out on the unfinished
business of their dead-younger-solicitor brothers, so it was no big deal). She wished her best friend
Rei goodbye and promised to call whenever possible, and by the time she was finished with all this,
it was 11:30 PM.
It was very dark outside, and Usagi began to worry that a ride wouldn't be coming for her (after all,
she had been waiting on the front porch all day). She was about to pick up her bags and go in
when suddenly a horse-drawn cart pulled up before the house. The driver, a local farmer walked up
and picked up her bags, tossing them into the dingy little cart and blantly told her to "hop in".
'And I'm off to meet this...' She opened one of her brother's files quickly for a name, 'Chiba Mamoru,
also aristocratically known as... Count Kamen?'
* * * * *
To Be Continued...
* * * * *
Notes--
[1] This takes place around the same time as the series, which was in the 20th centry.
[2] Yes, she is rather young for the soliciting business, and I -am- aware that her brother is younger
than her. It's just really not important, though. _;;
[3] He was originally a 'garlic farmer' in particular, due to something I was watching on JSTV (Japanese
Satellite TV) a week or so ago about all these garlic farmers in northern Japan, but then I remembered
that the guy he works for is the Count... Damn vampyrism.
* * * * *
Next Chapter--
Usagi meets the Count when she arrives at his mansion in the out skirts of Tokyo. Though, he isn't what
she was expecting. While drooling over the handsome Count Kamen, Usagi suddenly wishes she hadn't
decided to come as a boy. She also wonders why she didn't think to pack her brother's clothes, since she's
being a boy.
* * * * *
[ Originally Drafted and Posted = 22 July 2002 ]
[ Edited and Reposted = 5 April 2003 ]
my muse, Miri, who has been on my case lately about 'rekindling old flames'. So I gave her the
challenge of coming up with ideas for either a Card Captor Sakura fic, a Vampire Hunter D fic, a
Tenchi Muyo fic, or a Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon fic. I believe we can all porperly assume how that
challenge ended. :) Now, first, there is the matter of my schooling which has required me to read two
books and write reports before August 9th. I am reading Dracula. So Miri took the idea to make the
BSSM story "Kamen" (aka Dracula, Sailor Moon style). So gather 'round, boys and girls... This is
going to get weird.
- Key -
"..." -dialogue
'...' - thought
*...* - emphasis
(...) - quick explanations, drifting along with the story
[#] - author's note
* (5x's) - change of scenery
// ... // - diary entries, letters, articles, etc.
- Warnings - Big words. Slight Weiss Kreuz spoilers. All character couples will end up properly in
respective time (aka Mamoru+Usagi, Andrew+Makoto, Chad+Rei, etc. // aka could someone please
tell me what the Japanese version of "Chad"s name is. I hate the American names. Ick. If I'm not
told she's going to end up a love crazy Mamoru-stalker. _ // aka this story is going downhill before
it even begins), please worry a lot. Language. Comma splicing.
- Disclaimer - Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon (including characters, anime, manga, ideas,
merchandising, and the state of Georgia) is property of Naoko Takeuchi, and other big companies
that want our money. Dracula (the book, characters, movie, merchandising, and all the firey realms
of Hell) is property of Bram Stoker and whoever his publisher was. I doubt anyone will sue me over
this, so I won't even tell you not to bother. I have £2.24 to my name, and that really already belongs to
someone else. ;_;
* * * * *
Kamen * By Seph Lorraine
Prologue: It All Started With A Rice Ball
* * * * *
It was times like these that Tsukino Usagi really praised God that her disguise pen (or the small
object reigning as the equivalent thereof) could successfully disguise her as a man. She would
need it for this mission (or so the bottle of Glenlivet 12 year French Oak whiskey told her last night).
'Sugoi!' She thought, 'And Rei told me that you should never except gifts from talking black cats...'
Usagi put on a straight face and looked into the mirror and spoke, "Hello, Mister Count-" Her large
blue eyes blinked once and her jaw fell open. Her disguise pen had changed her voice, too. "Sugoi!"
She cheered and began hopping wildly around the room, before stumbling over a foot stool and
onto a table. She came face to face to a picture of Makoto and her engaged-to-be-married fiance,
Andrew.
Again she paused, examining Andrew, she stood and walked back to the mirror.
Come to think of it, she and he shared an almost freakishly unrealistic resemblence. The short
blond locks, cropped just above the eyes, with the intricate little flip at the top of the head. Sure,
his eyes were a completely different colour, but who cares about that? Sure he was quite a large
amount taller than her, and she had hardly ever seen him wear anything but an apron. But who
cares about that, anyway? So there were some -slight- differences.
"I look like Andrew!"
She abruptly kept herself from drooling as she looked down at herself frowning. 'I have suddenly
become the object of my secret affections... Oh this is -so- not cool!' Her frown deepened as she
looked at her chest, then a bit further down to the gray dress pants (belonging to her brother) she
wore. 'Oh Gods... I have really become a boy.'
Shocked and horrified blue eyes looked into the mirror, as Usagi began to worriedly mutter to
herself, "Oh my God. I'm a hottie. Whatever will I do?"
And with that she finished her packing, gathered her brother's papers and excepted that she was
going to have to act as a man for the next few weeks, until this particular deal was settled.
* * * * *
Usagi's brother (whom shall remain nameless because he's not that important anyway), had just
recently suffered a fatal choke on a rice ball on the week before. The family had buried him and
then held a small reception (we will not say "they threw a wild party" for respect to the dead)
afterwards. It was the very night of the funeral and reception (wild party) that the telephone rang. Of
course, the telephone rang alot, considering when you live in Tokyo it's hard not to know a lot of
people, which really wasn't to unusual. It had been the call that had been unusual.
Being the only person present who hadn't gone overboard on her drinking yet, it was Usagi who had
answered the phone...
"What do you want? Don't you know we're in the middle of a wild party-er-funeral reception here?"
Sure she hadn't fallen down drunk yet, but that was only because she was clutching a table for
support.
"Sorry for interrupting, this is Shuuichi Takatori, I live just next door, and I was just wondering if you
could please turn down the music. I am trying to tape the stats of an important mission to a secret
group of assassins I own called Weiss, who secretly live under the disguise of florists in a flower
shop called the Koneko, across town. It's hard for the camera to pick up my voice with all that loud
racket." The voice responded.
"Oh... Sure, sorry about that." She hung up.
Then the phone rang again...
"Who is it?"
"I can still hear it! Turn the music down!"
"You again?! Fine, I will! Stop calling!" She hung up, and staggered to the stereo across the room,
turning down the volume of Kamui Gackt's screaming freakishly-female voice.
Then the phone rang yet again...
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?!?"
There was a pause from the other side of the line, and then the sexiest male voice she had ever
heard spoke from the receiver, "Please pardon me, if I have called you at a bad time?"
She blinked, "Er... No, I guess it's fine. Everyone's already passed out by now, so the
party-er-reception is pretty much over... Uhm, can I help you?"
"I believe I may have the wrong number." He paused, "Is there a solicitor living here by the name of
Usagi's Brother?"
She blinked, "Well, yeah... He did live here--"
"Good, then. Give him a message for me. Say: The residence that he spoke about to a Mr. Chiba, is
expected to be paid off on full during his stay here at my house. We will be expecting him tomorrow
evening arround midnight, and a room will be waiting for him to rest upon his arrival--"
Sobering up, slightly as the voice spoke, she tried to inform the speaker of recent happenings to the
solicitor involving a rice ball, just last week, "But, sir--"
The voice paid no heed to her interruption, but just continued, "Then tell him, that if he plans on
backing out of the deal, I will be suing him and his family for all they have for false advertisement,
saying that they promised me service that I did not receive. Then precisely say: 'I will expect him here
tomorrow, without delay. It's been a pleasure chatting with you. See you soon. xoxo -Kamen'."
She blinked for a moment and tried again, "Er, but--"
"Now, if you'll excuse me I have a hair appointment. Good night to you, ma'am." He hung up.
Glancing at her watch she saw it was 0230 AM. 'A hair appointment? ...Weird people.' She shook her
head and frowned. She couldn't risk her family loosing everything they owned. They still had to pay
off her late brothers debts (he didn't have life insurance), and the morgage on the house. That was
when the idea struck.
Amidst a room of drunken, dozing, bodies, Usagi decided she would use the pen that that strange
black cat had given her a few days after telling her something about 'a mission to save the planet' or
whatever. So she ran upstairs to find her brother's files and began to pack her clothes. She would
need to act as a man for this trip (she didn't know why, though, after all it was the 20th century [1],
and women were allowed to be solicitors), maybe being a guy would be fun. Maybe that was the
alcohal talking.
* * * * *
Usagi, finished gaping at her new body in the mirror, and picked up her bags to head outside and
wait for her ride (she assumed she would get a ride since she didn't know where the hell this guy
lived). It was the morning after the wild party, and the man on the phone hadn't specified what time
he would be picking her up specifically, but she knew she was to arrive around midnight. Her
hangover was semi-violent by now, and she popped a few pills before grabbing her cell phone and
heading out the door to wait.
Sitting on the front steps, she made a few calls to her friends and family, letting them know she
would be away for a little while on some of her brother's unfinished business (even though she was
only sixteen [2], but appearantly in Japan it's not odd for sixteen yearold girls to go out on the unfinished
business of their dead-younger-solicitor brothers, so it was no big deal). She wished her best friend
Rei goodbye and promised to call whenever possible, and by the time she was finished with all this,
it was 11:30 PM.
It was very dark outside, and Usagi began to worry that a ride wouldn't be coming for her (after all,
she had been waiting on the front porch all day). She was about to pick up her bags and go in
when suddenly a horse-drawn cart pulled up before the house. The driver, a local farmer walked up
and picked up her bags, tossing them into the dingy little cart and blantly told her to "hop in".
'And I'm off to meet this...' She opened one of her brother's files quickly for a name, 'Chiba Mamoru,
also aristocratically known as... Count Kamen?'
* * * * *
To Be Continued...
* * * * *
Notes--
[1] This takes place around the same time as the series, which was in the 20th centry.
[2] Yes, she is rather young for the soliciting business, and I -am- aware that her brother is younger
than her. It's just really not important, though. _;;
[3] He was originally a 'garlic farmer' in particular, due to something I was watching on JSTV (Japanese
Satellite TV) a week or so ago about all these garlic farmers in northern Japan, but then I remembered
that the guy he works for is the Count... Damn vampyrism.
* * * * *
Next Chapter--
Usagi meets the Count when she arrives at his mansion in the out skirts of Tokyo. Though, he isn't what
she was expecting. While drooling over the handsome Count Kamen, Usagi suddenly wishes she hadn't
decided to come as a boy. She also wonders why she didn't think to pack her brother's clothes, since she's
being a boy.
* * * * *
[ Originally Drafted and Posted = 22 July 2002 ]
[ Edited and Reposted = 5 April 2003 ]