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This is my first Sailor Moon alternative reality!...I hope you enjoy it!^^

You Belong To Me

Chapter 1- The Girl On The Bed

He sighed as the clock struck midnight. It was past time to go home. He looked around the huge office at the top of the highest building complex in all of Romania and shook his head. The room was too richly decorated as if he was some king. There was a bed at the center of the room and surrounding the bed in a crescent moon formation were couches in crimson hues that reflected the passion not visibly seen in him yet lingered beneath the cold gaze of his that made him the most wanted but untouchable bachelor of all time. The walls of the room were made entirely of glass, yet not like normal glasses. It was like a mirror that not only reflected one's appearance but also showed the outside world yet the outside world could not view what was within. Such expensive leisure could only be indulged by one of his status and standard. The floor was carpeted with soft silky crimson material that felt like snow only not cold. The ceiling which was also made of glass had at its center a beautifully carved fun with crimson tones and at the heart of the fun were three rose shaped light bulbs. Currently the light was on, casting the room into a very soft shade of golden silver as the fun spun around dizzily in a crazy dance. A huge book shelf adorned the left side of the wall filled from head to toe with books of all kinds and in many different languages aphabetalize in neat order. The wall at the head of the bed post held an amazing stereo system and a huge plasma TV in the same crimson color. The left side of the stereo held hundreds of CD's categorized by years and alphabetic sequence and the right side held hundreds OF DVD's organized by company producers and in alphabetical order. The right side of the office room held two long wardrobes and in the space in between the wardrobes was a card scanner which opened a door into a big closet on one side, restroom on the other side and further in held a beautiful dinning room and a kitchen clean and spotless as if it had never been used. Vases filled with different colored roses sat on the book shelves. The stand tables by the couches, and the wardrobes. The wall at the foot of the bed was where the computer and desks rested. The room was not just an office room but a whole house in itself.

Currently the owner of the room was packing his working suit case ad getting ready to leave for his house. The man had jet black hair with bangs falling on his beautiful cold ocean blue eyes and firm strong lips. Underneath the expensive tailored suit was a firm and godly body women everywhere sought after. Darien Endymion Shields, proud owner of Crystal Industry and the number one multi-billionaire was a man who sought and got the best. He worked day and night, expecting Excellency in his staff and proficient working environment. Not to mention that royal blood run in his veins. As he closed his suit case, he walked to the door of the room and slid a card into a card slot hidden in a facet of glass and a door slid open for him. Stepping outside, he didn't even take one look back and exited his agency building. A black limousine was waiting for him ass soon as the door of the building shut behind him and with no hesitation he entered the car. Inside he took files out and read through as the car made its way down the road to his house. The car was utterly silent, a stillness born of anxiety and fear. Thirty minutes later he arrived at his home, a huge beautiful white and royal blue mansion centered in a labyrinth of flowers and fountains artfully decorated to inspire fantasies and capture the eyes from miles away. The mansion was twenty minutes drive from any other house, it stood on its own with woods of oak, cypress and cheery blossom trees behind it. The front yard of the mansion had a diamond shaped fountain made of four separate fountains and at it center stood one magnificent fountain the shape of a red rose. Under the rose on a plate was written:

*Endymion*

-The man who loved a goddess-

The four fountains had odd shapes and under each shape had it representative name, one look like the number two with a long tail and a slash down that could easily be a number four painted in a rich forest green color surrounded by pink roses, it was name Jupiter. Another looked like a circle with a pointed arrow painted in a crimson hue with the name Mars written on a plate like the first at the bottom, the third looked like a circle with a cross going down with a little half circle at the top decorated in the blue of the pale sky named Mercury and the fourth was a circle with a pointed down cross painted in the golden glow of the sun which was named after the goddess of beauty Venus. It was hard to believe that the ever cold hearted master of this mansion could have interest in folklore and mythology. But the one thing Darien loved above all except his roses were the intricate stories of mythology that fed his fantasies and childhood. The front yard was carpeted by beautifully and clean cut grasses and flowers grew in a maze formation.

The backyard of the mansion had a similar fountain shape only the fountains were of different shapes. The head of the diamond was a fountain of the letters E and P, the third slash of the E supported the P and it was painted in the beautiful dark color of garnet or dark reddish black and named Pluto, after Chronos the god of time. The left side of the diamond stood a fountain in the shape of a fork with three fingers and a slash across the handle to look like a cross, this fountain was painted sea green with the name Neptune representing the sea god Poseidon under it. The right side stood an amber fountain of the capital letter H with a line from the center of the middle line going up and its tip was a circle and underneath it the name Uranus was written. The last fountain making up the diamond was a curvaceous Violet shaped small letter h with flowery tips with the name Saturn under it.

In the center of that diamond stood another fountain shining with beautiful silver light from the tiny Christmas lights that wove intricately around it like a vine yard. The fountain was a gorgeous cut crescent moon with the tips facing upward and in the center of that was a shining stone with spikes jotting at every side and opening up like many petal flower. The first eight petals had the colors of all the fountains and the nucleus of it was a beautiful crimson rose but every other flower apart from that was in shining silver color. Curiously this fountain had nothing to identify it and such was the purpose. These fountains were the splendor of the mansion to which even the royal palace could not match in beauty. These magnificent Designs were constructed and created by Darien's own hands. He was a man with many creative aspects hiding behind the bitterness of reality and childhood nightmares.

The iron gate of the mansion that blocked intruders from entering opened noiselessly as the limo drew near and the limo eased itself into the parking area of the house. Seconds later a man in black suit with graying hair opened Darien's side door and the lad left, entering his house with the authority of a king in his own palace!

The inside of the house was even bigger than the outside looked. The foyer had twenty rooms for different functions ranging from swimming pools to karaoke. From the edges of the foyer ran two hallways at opposite ends and straight ahead was a spiral stair case. Below the foyer were two stories underground basement used for storage and a prison cell. The walls of the foyer were painted a soft creamy color that radiated soft warmth by the gentle beams of the chandelier that hanged from the ceiling. Like the office walls, the entire back wall of the mansion was built of the same hard glass material that allowed vision to the outside world but concealed the inside like a sleeping flower. Not feeling up to walking the long flight of stairs, Darien took the hallway closest to him and walked down its shadowy direction into a waiting elevator. The elevator elevated itself up to the third floor which was the last floor of the mansion and opened its doors as a butterfly would its wings and he stepped out. The floor was painted in all shades of blue varying from the palest of icy blues to the most vibrant of the dark ocean blue. The walls were hanged with tapestries depicting paintings of nature and photographs of the magnificent fountains. On both sides of the walls of the third floor was lined with double doors which opened into a sitting room and three doors to three individual rooms. At the ends of the hall rested the Elevators. Darien sauntered down the softly lit hallway to the very center where a double door painted in the vivacious color of the sun with a handle made of pure gold. Next to the double doors was a slot hidden behind a facet to which Darien pressed some unseen button and it jotted out like magic. He slid his golden card down and a pleasing soft music could lightly be heard from the other side of the room. Taking a hold of the handle that looked like lions paws, he pulled the double doors back and entered, closing it soundlessly behind him.

The room he entered was a luminous sitting room exact copy as his office only in shades of blue and no bed. The back side of it which was built of the glass like all the back side of the mansion was covered by a silky blue curtain. A fire place stood several pace away from the door but everything else was the same, from the bookshelves to the stereo and TV the wardrobes. The only thing not present was the added kitchen and dinning room. But two mini double doors stood at opposite ends of the sitting room, each leading to a bed room that had a door from within connecting each other. One of the double doors was golden in color and the other a whitish-silver with a crescent handle bars. The golden door had a rose for its handle bars. He headed to the golden one and entered the room as soundlessly as he had entered the sitting room by sliding a different card which opened the door and he pulled it open. Inside his eyes scanned the room to make sure nothing was out of place. The bedroom also held all that the office had held except the kitchen and dinning room and the other of things were slightly different but it was nevertheless as eye grapping as the office. It was decked in golden hue from ceiling and its hanging chandelier to the carpet on the floor and the two doors, one leading to a big closet which was a room in itself and branching off to the side where the restroom resided. The other door led to the room next to it with the silver door. As his gaze passed over the bed, he nearly missed the softly breathing woman sleeping on the big canopy bed blanked with warm and soft covers and fluffy pillows. He blinked as if he was seeing things then walked closer to it, looking down wonderingly at the long blond haired woman with shapely famine features aglow with the moon's ray which was shinning through the open curtain that revealed the hidden but currently opened glass window.

He was confused and shocked at this finding.

I guess one of them have finally found her way into my lair. He thought, an amused smile curving at his lips though a seriously worried expression threatened to over shadow the little amusement he felt. For as long as he could remember, females of every age and size had been trying every method and tricks of the book to hock themselves up with him but none had succeeded. One of the trick women used was to find a way to enter the man's house before he returned and lie on his bed dressed in a pleasantly see through lingerie that would rouse his hormones, at this part you seduce him and the next you know he is all yours. For such things he had gone through the trouble of attaining security that could never be breached by anybody, or so he thought and now a woman had somehow under the surveillance of cameras, servants, guards and an iron gate had found herself in the very room he kept everyone from entering save one trusted servant girl and that was because she had served his mother when he had been a little boy and all had been taken away from him.

He looked closely at what she was wearing and though it was indeed a two piece lingerie, it covered her waist to her knees and the top piece only left a fraction of her subtle creamy breast showing. He blinked at that, he had seen many breasts but never ones so soft and smooth looking! Indeed he had felt his share of soft breasts but he only knew them to be soft when he touched, they hadn't looked as deliciously soft and warm as this one he could not seem to tear his eyes from. With a great deal of will that only he could produce in a situation like this, he lifted his face to explore the breathtaking woman on the bed. Her hair was spilled over the bed and on the floor in a sparkling waterfall of silky gold. The more he looked at it, the more he wanted to feel it in his fingers as had her breast made him want a touch. She had a strong stubborn chin, soft long lashes and skin so soft in a creamy alabaster shade and very pale that she looked like a doll, one that could be broken if not propel handled. Her lips nearly did him in, a succulent fullness so vivid like the pink of the setting sun or a dragon fruit.

He's voice was stuck in his throat, the only other beauty so pure he had ever seen had been killed seventeen years ago and since then he had yet seen any other beauty that could come close to that of his childhood memory but the girl on the bed was an exceptional. Not able to hold on anymore, he softly run his hand down her checks and a shock as violent as an electric wave startled his hand away, eliciting from his mouth a cry that stirred the sleeping angel.

He stared in a trance into the dazzling silver blue orbs that blinked at him when the soft lids lifted off like the opening of a flower. The eyes held him spell bound, unable to turn away. Such luminous eyes he had never seen before, so big and innocent, yet so wise and sad as if it knew all the dark secrets of life despite her obvious youth. A gasped educed from her tempting lips before she hastily stood up as graceful as an eagle soaring on the wings of a gentle breeze. She seemed to stare at him expecting something but when he said not a word, not out of rudeness but a sudden drying of the lips; she approached him, her eyes hardening into the resolve of a woman on a mission. This sudden change alerted him, clearing his trance and awakening his defenses before his face was wiped clean of any emotion.

"My Lord, welcome home. I hope all was well with you today." Her sweet honey voice so sultry and seductive nearly brought emotions back into the face so empty and cold but he caught himself before making that mistake.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't have you arrested." He said coldly, that voice had sent many running away but the woman stood her ground, not cowering in fear, she didn't even blink. Instead a small smile graced her lovely lips and he found himself struggling to keep that mask of indifference.

"Because, My Lord, I was admitted through the front door." She answered simply and he blinked.

"Admitted by who?" he asked.

"By the lady Lita of course. Has she not the power to allow or deny entrance?" she challenged.

"She does, but only to those with my permission to come here." He replied.

"My apologies then but I did request an appointment with you but the lady at the counter refused saying that if I wasn't to reveal the content of why I sort an audience with you, she could not arrange for me to meet you. And knowing the kind of person that you are, if you knew my reason beforehand, you would not have listen to me at all." she accused, her eyes sparkling for him to deny her words.

"And so you were able to get Lita to open my gates for you with open arms I might add."

"Well of course, she and I have been friends for years. The Lady Gaia introduced us when we were but mere children." As she said the name of the lady, Darien's masked unraveled and his eyes opened big in astonishment.

"How do you know of my mother?" he suddenly demanded, moving closer to her to shake some answers from her.

"Lady Gaia was my saving grace. You and I meet once when we were little, before we were torn apart and forced to go our separate ways." She answered smoothly, forcing him to stop a step before crowding her personal space.

"It seems there is much we need to discuss." He said after a minute contemplation.

"Not at all. I do not plan to reveal anything to you unless you adhered to my request, or in this case, my demands." She answered seriously. He looked at her, her stubborn nose jotting out, her sparkling eyes that purely said she was not to leave until her wants were granted and the serious face she regarded him with. This was a formidable woman he faced, and he realized that making light of her would be a mistake, especially if he wished to know anything about how she knew his deceased mother and about their shared past.

"Let's remove ourselves to the sitting room so we might have proper conversation then." He said ready to turn but she shook her head.

"Take tomorrow off of work, what we must discuss is beneficial to us both. This early morning I need my rest and so do you. I am aware of the lengths you push your body but as long as I am in this household, you will take proper care of yourself. Now you may bath first and go to rest, I shall remove myself to a room provided to me earlier by Lita. Tomorrow after we break our fast we can have proper conversation." Darien opened his mouth to object but she walked out the door of his room before he could properly say his objections. He looked at the door that silently closed behind her, listened to hear the sound of her departing foot movement though he heard nothing. He shook his head as if suddenly released from her hold and sighed. No, he had never dealt with a woman her type and he was beginning to think that as long as she held the cards in her hands, he was at her mercy.

I hate troublesome women.

Though heading her advice, he pulled off the suit jacket and entered the door that led to the closet and threw it into a basket. His shoes were the next to come off, by the time he reached the bathroom; his clothes were completely off and lay in a pile beside the door. A Jacuzzi with warm water scented with rose oil awaited him. He submerged himself into it and sighed contently though the temperature this time was a bit odd. Lita had a specific temperature of water awaiting him every time he came home, but this time the temperature had a slight difference he detected in it. He was far too weary to complain so he took his bath and toweled himself before heading back out and to the closet of clothes. He headed to one particular area where loose fitting clothes hang on a rack, at the side he took out black silky male pajamas and wore it. Even in a pajama, he looked as hot as the sun at its highest radiance but lowest position to civilization. He quickly brushed his teeth before exiting the doors of the closet room back into the bedroom. He brushed his hot air dried hair back before moving to the open curtains and locking the window and closing the curtain. He flicked his light stand on and shuffled under the heavy cover of the bed and pulled a book out of the draw of the table his night light stood on. Whispers from the dead, a book about a girl whose near death experience when she almost drowned awakened her senses to that of the spirit world where she keeps hearing the voice of a Spanish girl who was killed in that very same house she and her family had moved into in Huston. Joan Lowery Nixon, the accomplish author of this book is a well acknowledged woman who has won many awards for her skill with writing, especially for this book.

Yet tonight his mind kept drifting off back to the woman, who was she? What did she want with him? He was half tempted to go wake Lita up but held in check, she was probably over tired from all her hard work. Lita had been his longest companion, ever since the horrifying death of his mother. He had even made an attempt to give her a mansion of her own but she brushed it aside, saying that she found enough joys and security in serving him to want more than that though she did admit to someday wanting to own her own restaurant. Because of that Darien had put her through cooking school and now she had her own open restaurant though she still worked as head of his servants. He didn't really have servants per say, just three women who came once a week to clean up his house, everything else was taken over by Lita. Though he did have five guards posted around his compound to protect his property and Lita. Lita was a warm hearted unmarried woman with chestnut brown hair and emerald green eyes. She was tall for a woman and strong too but had the biggest heart that was hidden by a tough and no nonsense exterior. She had been found by Darien's mother near to death with starvation when she had been a little girl during those depressing times when food for commoners were near impossible and ever since she had devoted her life to them and she became even more the devoted servant when his mother died. She was the only one not afraid of his temper, not pushed away by his coldness and the only one able to release a smile from him. He had thought that if he ever got married, it would be to her.

And now it seems another woman though beautiful was equally capable of standing her ground against him had just entered his home and life. The thought produced a heavy sign from him. Unable to focus on the book, he put it back into the drawer, turned of the light and snuggled under the blanket, eyes blinking wide awake in the darkness of the room.

Blond haired blue eyes angel, if I had ever met her, wouldn't I remember? I mean how could I possibly not remember a face like that? His mind wondered over all the people he knew before his mother died but none represented this remarkable creature he had found in his bed. And she hadn't even tried to seduce him! Though he realized now that if she had tried, could he have fought off her advances? A flash of the creamy skin he had glimpsed earlier floated in his head and his body reacted an odd way to it. Never had he seen someone and want them as he wanted this girl yet he somehow knew that of all the girls he had ever met, she was perhaps the most dangerous of them all. Most of the women he met were mostly brainless society breed noble born daughters who wanted him for his money, power and position. Though his position entitled him to little, any woman would still want him because, exiled bastard prince or not, he was still of the royal bloodline. The other females he had meet whom had half a brain were useless in putting their brains to proper use, indecent or just plain boring. But this woman was on a different level of intelligence seen in few women though as for her motives he could not yet judge.

Long ago he had resigned himself to never marrying, but remembering a promise he had made to his mother as a little boy, he began seeking for a wife though his prayers were the same; to never allow him to find any woman he could live with as a wife or if he did indeed get married, to never love the woman. She would just be a means to keep the other female population back, to relieve his manly desires and to bear for him heirs to his hard earned fortunes. He was a man of twenty and a half, soon he would be thrust into the political games of royalty in other that he might be forced to be crowned king of the United Kingdom, the very same country that had showed him savage brutality and endless nights of emptiness and finally exiled from its borders. Yet as long as the blood of its royal ran through his veins, he was a victim to their throne, a position he did not want or need in his life. One of the most prominent reasons why he had chose to live in Romania and make a home for himself.

Could this girl be from them? He wondered, referring them to the royal household of the United Kingdom that had been bugging him to pick a wife of nobility. The thought that she might have come from them did not sit well at all with him, with this he made up his mind to send the girl back to wherever she came from before she had the chance to do anything. His thoughts of her carried over into his dream where he dreamt of a small girl with bruises and cuts and flowing blood over her small body. The girl had haunted blue eyes and blond hair and she was hiding behind his mother's legs. In the dream he was introduced to the blue eyed girl and they talked a little. But then rough hands grabbed at him and at her, forcing a distance between them that hurt as physical as it did emotionally. Later, Darien would wake up knowing exactly who the girl was.

In his sitting room, the girl was locked in a peaceful sleep awaiting the confrontation that would come with the rising of the sun.

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