A/N: O-hisashiburi! It's been a while since I posted the last chapter, and I'm sorry for the wait. I've been putting off writing this one because I know it's going to be sad. It's the worst of all of them… Also, this is more based off of the manga of Sailormoon more than the anime (so the generals will be different in their acts as well, especially with Zoicite and Kunzite and their lack of a relationship) so some things may not make sense. I suggest going to eternal sailor moon .org for more information. Thank you for reading.

Disclaimer: I am not the creator of Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon and I derive no payment from this. If you somehow paid for this, you have been ripped off.

History

Chapter 2: A Present Wrapped with a Black Bow and a Yellow Rose()

I was the first to be reincarnated. It had been ages; the moon was only a hunk of rock that circled the Earth; humans had already been to the moon and found nothing. If there were remnants of the Silver Millennium, they had hidden themselves well.

I didn't know any of this for a long time, of course. I had been born, named Arisaka Hanako, lived an uneventful childhood, an overly dramatic adolescence (as much my fault as it was the faults of my friends), and I had finally settled into a peaceful adult existence as I entered my third year of college. I had spent the first two relaxing from the stressful years of Exam Hell() that loomed at the end of every year starting from sixth grade.

I wasn't interested in storms or weather as I had been back in the days of the Earth Kingdom, but rather I found myself interested in history. My friends had never been able to comprehend my insatiable quest to learn as much history as possible; history had never been any of their strong points. I had let them cheat off of me in exchange for English; I was useless with English. The most I knew was "Hello", "I'm sorry", "Don't speak", "I love you", "shit", and "bye". Not exactly what my teacher wanted to hear. "Hello, don't speak shit, I love you, bye."()

College was a relief though. I threw myself into anthropology and archaeology; I wanted to know as much as I could about the past. Maybe I was driven by the need to know what had happened to me in my past life. Is there a chance that I knew?

What I loved most was that in those days I was normal. None of my family members were in the government, all of them feared for their job security, they always told me how much my tuition was and how important it was for me to quickly get a job or get married. I wasn't rich, I wasn't a noblewoman, I was piteously normal and I relished every minute of it.

One of my boyfriends in high school mockingly called me "princess" one day, because I refused to enter a disgusting restaurant that was obviously germ-ridden. I punched him and gave him a bloody nose. It was beautiful. Fierce, but not a princess. Never a princess.

I hated the word princess. I even hated Princess Diana for becoming a princess! I despised all of the princesses in the Disney movies. But I could never explain why I hated them. I didn't understand it myself. Not until I found Metallia. But that comes later.

My fourth year of college I met my fiancée, Kimura Takuya. I didn't like him and he didn't like me, but we had sat next to each other in the beginning of the year and kept those seats. He would always answer a question a split second before me; I would get top scores on my tests. It was an eternal cat and mouse game.

I'm not sure how we got together, only that we went out with a few classmates to a bar and woke up in his apartment. We were fully clothed, so nothing had happened but we were confronted with each other and burst into laughter.

"Arisaka," he gasped. "What the hell?"

"Don't ask me, Kimura," I replied, wiping tears from my eyes, "this is your place!"

We didn't hate each other so much after that. It started slow, just going out with a group of friends, then each other to small coffee shops after class, and then suddenly on big, important-seeming dinner dates. I had never been intent on dating or crushes in high school, so the fluttery feeling in my stomach was a completely new sensation.

Saying "I love you" is a weird thing to do for a Japanese man, so I never asked him to say it, though I would quietly whisper it at him as he left me on my doorstep with a kiss good-bye. He said it though, when I stayed the night at his apartment for the first time. Takuya whispered it into my neck when he thought I was asleep. I never told him otherwise, because he was always a bit more comfortable around me after that.

We were engaged for only half a year and ready to get married after we traveled on a dig to the Arctic Circle. Some remnants of human existence had been found up there, as we had been asked by our teacher-a well-known archaeologist- to go with him. It was then that everything had begun its steady downfall into destruction.

I had been walking with my husband away from the cake sampling when I ran into a young high school boy. He could have only been a first year in high school, but just a bump of shoulders made me stare at him. He was lovely, his eyes a deep blue. I remembered those eyes and quickly collected myself, apologizing and walking off with Takuya.

Oh Takuya! He noticed right away that I was rattled and quickly asked if I was OK. I told him I was fine, but I wasn't. Those deep blue eyes had sent shivers down my spine and had made my entire body quake. And those eyes belonged to a fifteen year old boy! Not knowing what was wrong, I quickly complained of a headache and Takuya, being a wonderful, caring person, took me home.

I became obsessed with the kid, pushing my work aside little by little. I recognized his uniform and tracked him down to Moto Azabu High School, a very prestigious school. I found out his name was Chiba Mamoru, he was born on August 2nd, and his parents had died when he was six in a car crash. He had lived on his own for the last two years or so, but had stayed with family friends after the crash, since he suffered amnesia and had never completely recovered all of his memories. I pitied him and at the same time wanted him for myself. I hated this thinking; I had Takuya. I loved Takuya. I was going to marry Takuya!

Takuya knew that something was wrong, but we had to prepare for the trip up to the Arctic Circle. What appeared to be small stone ruins had appeared after a particularly nasty snow storm that uncovered them. When we arrived, it was cold and I was miserable, having been plagued by frightening dreams of massacres and a dark, enveloping creature on the plane. As the team delved into the ruins (they were a sorry excuse for ruins, if not for the runes on the stones), a cave was uncovered. My head pounded the minute I saw it; those blue eyes flashed in my mind and a deep hatred welled in my heart.

Though the team had only gotten a few meters in, our flashlights went out. We were engulfed in darkness and all of us scrambled, trying to find our way out. Takuya and I were together and went down the wrong way and were isolated from the group.

"Don't worry, Hanako-chan," Takuya said soothingly, "we'll be fine."

He talked delightedly about the wedding, about how glad he was that we would be together, but I didn't care. Memories were flashing in my mind, one over the other in a puzzling, aggravating cascade of good and bad. I remembered a mudball flying through the air, embraces, tears, and lots of lightning.

But the biggest thing was the hatred. It welled up inside of me, growing bigger and bigger towards an unseen and nonexistent foe. The hate was so strong I nearly threw up from the sheer amount of it.

"Light!" Takuya shouted. "Hanako-chan, light!"

We had walked down a path (the cave had opened into catacombs) and found an illuminated cavern with stalagmites and stalactites galore. You could see the fluorescent moss growing on some of the crystals lining the walls, but the crystals themselves were giving off the light. We had never seen anything like this; I don't think we had ever heard of anything like this!

"My God," Takuya breathed.

"Look at that," I whispered, my eyes huge and fixated on the center of the room.

It was almost like a European throne room, once you got past the stalagmites. The floors were polished marble, the columns Corinthian, and the throne was a mixture between the elegance of a Middle Eastern throne and the stateliness of the European throne. But beyond it was a cavern, and the cavern was dark and foreboding.

I walked forward and entered it, not sparing a thought, because now the jumble of the memories had sorted out and I remembered deep blue eyes, a loving embrace, and a treacherous kiss. I remembered anger, burning, screams, death. It was frightening, but all I felt was anger, anger at being robbed of my right to Endymion. And then I saw it.

It was a collection of crystals, but I saw Metallia. Metallia saw me and whispered, only to my ears,

"It's been a while… Queen Beryl."()

Takuya's energy was the first to be given to Metallia. I disposed of the decomposing body quite easily, and now reunited with my powers, served to destroy the rest of the archaeological team. They would be fondly remembered by some, but for the most part easily forgotten. They weren't killed by physical means after all. If anyone came to search, whatever was left would be covered by snow.

My next task was to find Endymion's generals. Obviously Endymion- Mamoru- had not been reunited with them; otherwise he would have recognized me for who I was, even if I didn't. It was easy to find them; they had all been reborn in areas close to their Prince and yet had miraculously never found their way to him. They hadn't even found their way to each other; Kunzite was the oldest, followed by Zoicite, Nephrite, and Jadeite in easy succession. All of them were older than Endymion/Mamoru and could have easily encountered him. But they hadn't. I drew them together, "restored" false memories and equipped them with Metallia's dark power. We started off small, sucking away at runaways and homeless people and slowly moved our way up. Kunzite and Zoicite were delegated to other corners of the world while Nephrite and Jadeite remained with me, continuing to steal the energy of Japan's people.

Then Sailor Moon showed up.

I don't suppose that I need to do much explaining at this point, other than why I couldn't see the obvious difference between the Princess and Sailor Venus. Please keep in mind that I was in a cave with Metallia and that Venus was probably spelled so that we'd all think that she really was the Princess (it would explain the crescent, among other things). It wasn't particularly tragic when I lost Jadeite, Nephrite, and Zoicite, but losing Kunzite was the worst. He always was the most powerful. But in his place I received Endymion and that was the most precious treasure of all.

It had only been two short years but Endymion/Mamoru had grown nearly to his old height, his features as perfect as I remembered them. So beautiful…

I'm sure you think I did strange, horrid things to him, my poor, revived Endymion/Mamoru. But I couldn't. I told myself it was because of that stupid Princess and her stupid gaggle of soldiers. It wasn't. It was the memory of Takuya, the hope of our wedding, the dreams of our future. It ached in the dull coal that was my heart and prevented me from hurting Endymion/Mamoru. Now I think of Takuya, in my new self, and pray that he found happiness in another life, with another person.

It was a silly thing though, taunting those soldiers, because before I knew it, they were upon me and my powers were nothing. But Sailor Moon looked at Endymion and called out to him and tried to bring him back… and her voice was so sorrowful, so familiar that my guard dropped after she stabbed him and subsequently stabbed herself. Venus took advantage, and in her grief, repeated the past, killing me with the sacred sword of the Moon as she had done so long ago.

And with my last dying breath, I whispered "All I wanted… was you, Endymion," as my body disintegrated and the memory of Endymion gazing at Serenity the way I had longed for him to look at me resurfaced…

Then all was dark and my life in this time was over.

So ends my life as Queen Beryl, servant of Queen Metallia.

owari

()Black is commonly known as a mourning color, but yellow roses also signify mourning. Just a little bit of weird knowledge.

()Exam Hell: Every middle schooler and high schooler's worst nightmare. This is the time where they study frantically to get into the school of their choice. College is actually a bit of resting time for a lot of Japanese people. It's like "WOO HOO! PARTY!"

()"Hello, don't speak shit, I love you, bye."- I'm sorry, but I love this line.

()If you've watched FFVII: Advent Children, you'd know that Sephiroth says this to Cloud, only he doesn't say "Queen Beryl". And it's way cooler in Japanese.

So that's kind of it for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it! The next one will be nicer. Also, sorry for the long wait. It's been a rough semester.

Mata aimashou!