Love and Fur-balls
*Is grinning like an idiot* I thought that this might be a very interesting topic to write about, so I hope I don't screw it up by writing it badly. This is my third fic that I actually began writing, but it's only my second to be released. Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or anything else mentioned here exept for Sailor Moon's attack (Moon tiara torture)
**note** This will *probably* be the only fight scene that takes up most of the chapter...to tell the truth I don't know how it got this long...I wanted to get right to the point but this is what I got...oh well....
"MARS!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Sailor Moon wept in sorrow. All of them, every last one of the scouts but the soldier of the moon had fallen to the beatings of "Superstition" the negaverse's latest monster. . Sailor Moon looked to the witch droid in front of her and burst into tears. "My friends! NOOOOOOOO!!!!" For once the moon soldier was to angry to be scared, the charred body of mars, the electrified body of Jupiter, the frozen body of Mercury, and the battered body of venus had driven her insane. She threw herself to her feet and ran straight at the monster. "You won't get away with this! I won't forgive you!" Fire flew from the youma's hair, making her usually ice (blue) skin a repulsive bruise-ish purple. The electrical current that was her outfit hissed and cackled around the length of her body. White light glowed from her eyes and to complete the out fit she had on a pointed black hat in her hand and a wand in the other. She smiled as the puny girl ran blindly to her outstretched wand...both ready to destroy the other.
*****Tuxedo mask POV****
I watched as Sailor Mars took her fall and cringed inwardly at the sight of it. I wanted to help, I really did, but I couldn't. My job was to save Sailor Moon when she needed help, not her friends. I could have helped I'm sure but, I choose not to. You see it's about this princess. Every night I get this same dream over and over about this beautiful princess that needs some sort of help and, somehow I think these scouts are connected with it, so I prefer to observe them than actually get invovled. Yea I know it sounds nuts, about the princess I mean, but I mean come on, if you used a rose to turn into a TUXEDOED super hero to save sailor suited teenagers from monsters from outer space...you really wouldn't think to many things sounded strange anymore.... Anyway, Here I am crouched up in a dark corner waiting for my time to jump out as the mysterious hero to save Sailor Moon's cute butt from the space trash.
'Cute!? How'd that get in there?' I admonish myself and shake my head as an angered scream cuts through my thoughts. I turn my attention to the fight and realize it's Sailor Moon. I bend my knees in full anticipation of leaping out any time now. I watch as she hurls herself blindly at the monster, she really has no clue what she's doing, --------- and I cursed her for it. I jump out of my hiding place as the monster's attack flies behind us and freezes the wall behind where Sailor Moon once stood. Huddled against a new wall, I put her between it and myself while fanning out my cape in order to protect her, just as the frozen wall exploded. After the initial shock of the blast I look from my hands on the wall in front of me, down to the shocked, crying form beneath the shadow of my cape and myself.
I see nothing in her eyes but emptiness and disbelief and I feel my whole being beginning to twist in sympathy for her...however...I am not one to give sympathy....
"What the hell are you doing!? Get a grip Sailor Moon! Being dead will not help your friends at a time like this! Fight your feelings and your pain! Your friends will be fine!" Sailor Moon looks up at me and I see the look of hurt in her eyes from my harshness. I try to make her have faith in me. Reaching down my hand from the wall, I stroked my fingertips down the side of her cheek for comfort.
"Don't worry." I whisper "I'll fight with you. Things will be O.K.------I promise." I give her a reassuring smile until she blinks away her tears and nods her head. Soon afterwards I feel myself jerked backwards as she launches herself into my still open arms. "Th-thank y-you." I hear her stammer.
I calmly hug her back (for friendly support) and inhale her scent as my body tingles from sadness...sadness just from knowing that -she- was sad. I, being who I am, usually don't let myself get so connected with people. I mean ANY people...In -any- way, shape, or form for reasons I will describe later. Anyway, point is that I wasn't about to let this pretty Suited soildier make me face the emotions for others that I had been outrunning throughout my entire life. So being I ended our little pity party a little quicker than I think she was ready for. I slowly pulled her back right after muttering "You're welcome...Now dust that witch." I watched as her surprised frown turned into a smile brighter than day. (I always found it amazing how nothing ever kept her down for long.)
We both stood up and faced the youma behind us, patiently waiting for us to finish. I blush a little beneath my mask at what Sailor Moon and I had done. We had totally left our guard down with one of the most powerful youma yet right behind us. I mentally kick myself for being so dumb, emotions are always so troublesome; I wish they didn't exist.
"Are you ready to die yet?" the witch purred in a voice very uncharacteristic to a witch.
"If anyone dies today it's gonna be you Nega-trash!" cried Sailor Moon in a determined voice, filled with a strength I never thought possible of her.
"If you hurt my friends, then you hurt ME! And when someone hurts me..."" sailor moon pulled off her tiara and glared at the witch with death and anger in her eyes. "Then somebody dies!" she screamed. "MOON TIARA TORTURE!!!" The golden disc flew from her hand and flew past the youma, which stood facing the scout as though nothing had happened.
*************Author POV************
"Ha ha." The youma cackled transforming into a hideous wrinkled woman. (A.N.-Imagine the witch off the wizard of oz.) "You missed...my turn..." She smiled an almost toothless smile at a smug Moon scout and a shocked Tuxedo mask.
"Nope...I don't think sooooo." Sailor Moon sang in a sickeningly sweet voice. Following the "duo of good's" gaze, Superstition turned around and screamed out. The no longer frizbee size disc was heading straight for her at alarming speed. Before she could run, before she could do anything...six, not one, spiked, razor sharp discs began running up and around her flesh, shredding her body.
The youma screamed in agony, and fell to her knees while bringing her glare up to the gaping justice pair before her.
"I-will---not---fAIL!!!" Superstition cried in pain as the discs continued their travels. "
" Oh no!" sailor moon began to whimper to herself and her audience. "I didn't know it would do that! I didn't -know- it would do *that*!" she repeated and looked away.
Superstition struggled to bring her hands together agaisnt the restraints of the Moon's attack. She concentrated her last bit of energy into a black glowing ball before crying out.
"This isn't the end! Take this as my gift for the one who caused my destruction! Take it! My beautiful curse!" with that she hurled the ball of energy straight towards the unsuspecting scout of the Moon and exploded into moondust.
*******Sailor Moon's point of view********
I watched as the youma known as Superstition was ripped to shreds before my eyes and I felt my eyes become filled with tears at the thought that I had caused so much pain....even to a youma...a creature not even of this world or of -any- world of good. I whimpered at the pitiful and revolting sight she made before turning away. It was only after then that I finally sensed danger and heard the youma creature cry out her last words before I felt something tackle me to the ground.
*************Tuxedo Mask**************
I watched in horror as the black ball headed straight for the odango-ed soldier...I tried to cry out but my voice didn't heed my urgent message to do so. Instead I found myself tackling her to the ground and being hit in the back by what I would have thought was a pro-football player. I don't remember much after that until about five minutes later when I woke up again with Sailor Moon above me for a change.
"Areyouallright!?" I heard her garble.
"Huh? wut?" I asked a little dizzily.
I could tell she was calming down after she didn't answer for a while. I heard a deep breath and then..."I -said-, are you alright?" I looked at her through my mask and wondered what she was talking about....and, why was I wearing a mask?
"What do you mean." I asked. She looked at me like I was nuts.
"You----You just took a hit for me remember? Youma? Fight? Scouts? You know?" She raised an eyebrow at me (Which made her look -really- cute.) and I looked down at what I was wearing. 'A tuxedo?' I asked myself furrowing my brow. Then it all fell into place.
"Oh yeah." I said simply before sitting up. I felt a wet cloth fall into my lap before I picked it up. I looked from it to Sailor Moon curiously and raised my own eyebrow in question.
"You were sweating pretty bad." She stammered. "I was trying to cool you down." I nodded my head in reply before standing up.
"The scouts?" I asked with my back to her.
"They got their energy back as soon as the monster was defeated. It took some time but I finally convinced them not to finish you off for not helping them when they needed it, and I also convinced Luna to let us leave your identity a secret for now, they left because they were anngry that I defended you.
I looked back in surprise. "You did that for me?"
"Yes." She answered. "But you didn't answer my question, are you O.K?" I looked at her uncomprehending. She had the chance to find out my identity but didn't? WHY? I know she's always wondered by the way she asks me at every battle so why? Heck if I had the chance I'd unmask her with the drop of a hat. Well maybe not, I do have some honor.
"I'm O.k. don't worry." I said before grabbing her gloved hand and bringing it to my lips for a quick kiss. "Arigatou." I murmured. "Some day however, you will explain why you didn't unmask me."
"I could now if you wante..." that was all I heard as I flew through the air back the way I had come before calling back. "Some other time!" and dissappearing into the night.
It was the truth to, I felt better than I had in ages, my strength, my agility, and all my senses seemed astoundingly much more acute than they were prior to the fight. I thought back to what the witch had said. 'Curse? How could this be a curse? I feel better than I've felt in ages!' I jumped up a building 16 flights to my apartment's balcony, a leap that usually took me two or three good bounds to do. I went inside detransformed and prepared myself for sleep, or the lack of it anyways, I knew I wouldn't be asleep very long before the princess would come to wake me up. With this thought in my head I lie down and wait for the inevitable dream/nightmare to come torment me, Darien Shields.
******Dariens Nightmare*****
I don't know how long I had been asleep when I found myself standing in a mist. I looked around and could see nothing on any side of me...nothing but the endless mists. ' strange, usually there's the sounds of a party going on...and when was it ever this -cold-!?' I shiver as I look around "Princess?" I call out, receiving no answer. "PRINCESS!!!" I scream out again, a little fearful this time. 'What's going -on- here?' I begin to walk forward cautiously until I hear a voice in the distance. "Hey! Who's There!" I call out, sprinting toward the voice. I call out again and again but the person behind the voice seems not to hear me. Finally I can make out a figure and just as I begin to make out what the person is saying, I hear it come from everywhere around me. A mantra: an evil mantra...over and over hissing and whispering..."My curse...My curse...My curse..." The shilhouette of a woman becomes distinct in front of me and before I can move I feel my shoulders clutched into her claw like hands. She pushes her face into mine and I recognise her as the youma from the latest fight, in the form she had when she had attacked Mars. After she looks into my eye's I see her scowl with fury. "YOU!?" she screeched. (her breath really stinks) I try to fight my way out of her inhuman grip. "Let me go!" I choke out as she grabs my throat.
"NO!" she screams, "how could YOU have gotten my curse! This was meant for HER! AGHHH!" I feel her grip on my throat tighten then loosen seconds later.
"Oh well," she mumures. "I'm sure I can have fun with you and this curse anyway." The next thing I know she and I are eye level and I have this sneaky feeling she wasn't looking into my eyes alone. More like my very soal, I shiver at the thought and wonder at what it was she could see. Worse yet what she was smiling at.
"Good soal -Darien-." She laughed while I winced. 'yep, knew it.' I thought.
"Such a soal filled with so much pain, so many untold secrets, and so little love will make my job all the easier." She laughed before stepping away and being enveloped by the fog. It was then that everything else started moving in on me as though I were the eye of a hurricane. The mist went stormy blue's and grey's while lightning flashed against the evil youma/woman's shilhouette. I put up my arm against the horrid winds and fell to my knees while over the wind a high voice screamed...
(AN- *Warning! * this is way corny___ ^-^)
Ancient spirits hear my cry!
One final spell
before I die...
Upon this man
please lay my curse
And let it in no way reverse...
(pause)
doom him to a caring touch
That shall never know his truth!
For eternity may he feel regret
At being his own noose...
Until he learns how others feel
May he always have the outline,
Of what a witch does most desire!
A midnight colored feline!
The clouds moved in on Darien and he screamed in pain as they were absorbed into his body. Something inside him was...-changing-! He screamed again as his veins felt as though they were on fire. And that's when he woke up...---------thank god for alarm clocks....
*******End dream*****
Darien woke up in a frenzy and looked at his alarm clock that happened to be blaring away. Happy that it actually got to serve it's purpose for once.
Darien looked at the time quickly before runnnig to the mirror. 'what a weird dream.' He thought, looking at his ashen face. ' I hope that one doesn't start recurring too.' With that he got dressed and prepared to leave for school. On the way out the door he looked once more in the mirror and observed himself before saying outload. "jeez darien, what did you expect? Pointed ears and whiskers?" he shook his head at his reflection and turned away. As he walked through the door, he grabbed the knob with one hand and wiped his bangs back with his newly licked back-of-the-hand. (He didn't even realize what he'd done...) He was halfway down the hall before his clothes began to bag...
******End prolougue part 2 or chpt.1*****
O.K. O.K. I know this turned out a little weird but I can work with this. After this things get more humorous and romantic...things might get serious once more but who knows!? I seriously doubt they will though. Stay tuned for chapter 2-Darien the furball gets adopted.