Accidents Happen

By: ForbidenMaggiks

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.

Author's Notes: You guys rule! Thanks for your support; your reviews are the best! Well then without further adieu ladies and germs chapter 4. Enjoy and continue your rain of reviews…

Chapter 4

(((((((((((((((((Mina)))))))))))))))))

2 hours later

The silver haired general sighed loudly in frustration, as weak as she looked seemed to be as strong as she was. Therefore left with no other options in sight the young general lifted the princess into his arms once more only to deposit her closer to the center of the bed allowing him some room to rest.

'I'll simply wait/pray for her grip to loosen in her sleep as the night drags on,' he told himself; yet the fates seemed to have other plans.

The blond in question was not satisfied with the simple sheer blanket Kunzite had found and thrown over them and her body made that fact known when in its hunt for warmth resulted in her body pressed itself up the length of the generals.

To say he instantly stiffened at the contact was an understatement; England's palace guard was more relaxed than the man who was currently intimately pressed against the Venusian guardian. He felt every inch of her. Her small hand sliding across his chest as the other made its way up his arm and onto his shoulder to rest at the crock of his neck and even her perfect breast through his thin jacket.

His body continued to betray him as he noticed the hand that she partly lad on was currently making its way over her round hip down the dip of her waist and up her side as his finger brushed by her 'prefect' breast. Oh yes traitorous body indeed. Try as he might he couldn't stop himself and simply ended up falling asleep while continuing his 'torturous' menstruations.

((((((((((((((((Serena)))))))))))))))))

"Brother!" the simple name echoed in her mind jerking her from her hell, her nightmare, causing her to jolt upward instinctively swallowing her fear, the dagger she kept under her pillow firmly in hand and to her right a wide eyed Damien watching her from behind the blanket he was currently crushing in his grip.

"Oh…oh baby I am so sorry." She murmured putting down the weapon and coaxing him forward with her out stretched arms. The young princess could only imagine how bad she had scared the boy. She cursed herself for not forcing him to his room or perhaps Mina's, yet somehow relaxed her to know that the nightmares weren't so bad that she would wake up screaming anymore. Maybe she was getting better. 'It's been so long since I've dreamed of Andrew, could it have been because I feed off the Prince's energy. That had to be it.' She thought, because the only face recognizable to her had been her brothers the others were the generals and even the prince. Form what she could recall it had been some kind of party. 'But that doesn't make sense,' she realized 'Andrew looked so much older in the dream, could it have been a premonition or the memory. That doesn't add up either that would mean that Endymion knew Andrew or knows him. After all they never found his body.' She continued to cradle the young prince in her arms, calming his nerves.

Putting the dream in the back of her mind and checking the grandfather clock across from the bed she convinced the boy in her arms to wait for her outside as she dressed to be able to walk him to his own room to dress for breakfast. She knew if she was late again it would end in a match of words and she didn't care to start her day like that again, worse off she'd be if Damien were late with her.

Breathing a sigh of relief she went to her closest which the king and queen had both generously filled for Mina and herself when they had found the sisters luggage had 'mysteriously' been 'stolen' along with there father's 'carriage.'

"Yes an odd event indeed," the young princess mused to herself selecting tan riding pants with a loosed sleeve white blouse and brown riding boots, opting to clear her mind riding rather than stand in the company of earths royalty for the morning. 'Prince pompous will have to live the morning without me.' Smiling to herself she went to take a quick bath.

(((((((((((((((Mina))))))))))))))

She stretched out luxuriously before curling back into the warmth of her pillow once more…her tight abed strong armed firm pillow. All the while enduring the mental battle, arguing with herself that this in fact could not be a real earth pillow but an imitation greek god that her hands told her it would be if she opened her eyes. She kept her eyes shut; well at least until the pillow began to stir on its own accord…denial just seemed silly at that point.

Opening her eyes to the sun, and man, she knew would be present she was glad to be proven wrong. Yes there was a bright, albeit annoying, sun but in place of a man lay an adorable, scared looking greek god/General Kunzite which by no means seemed imitation.

A lazy smile graced her lips at the nervous looking general; she almost felt sorry for him…and yet almost doesn't count.

"Why General Kunzite, do you always make a habit of crawling into a young woman's bed while she sleeps?" she asked her face the picture of innocence and child like curiosity. He mumbled something incoherent which only made him seem all the more cute to which she replied, "What was that, honey?" leaning over his chest more fully, 'to be able to hear better,' she rationalized with herself.

"I didn't crawl." He muttered more clearly, she raised a finely shaped eyebrow in question. "Well I didn't," he continued in his defense and that was all it took to have her rolling off the silver haired general in laughter which he soon found unavoidable and infectious.

He was the first to sober, she soon followed, "I'm sorry I tried to bring you to your room and-" she waved off his apology with a disarming smile. He never thought he could love a smile so much which made it all the more painful to realize that the situation would soon dawn on her and she would never want to look at him again let alone smile. 'Not that I care,' that didn't even sound convincing to him.

"Don't be, by now I know my sleeping habits and I can guess what happened."

"You aren't angry with me?" Disbelief at this point was an understatement

"Would you like me to be?" she asked laughter in her voice.

"No it's just that…I…I mean y…you"

"I know you're the perfect gentleman, I can tell by the way you carry yourself so seriously" she imitated his stone face trying to lighten his spirits to which he responded to with a semi-serious pout.

"Something could have happen" he muttered darkly with an air indifferent tone, "I could have taken full advantage of you I'll have you know."

"Right…" she drawled sarcastically.

He was outraged, he was a man after all and…and he rubbed her side as she slept that was a guy-like thing to do, and he wouldn't feel- …didn't feel guilty anymore. Women should learn to look out for him, mothers should lock there daughter away.

As if reading his thoughts she began to giggle which she chocked back at his hurt puppy dog look. And, then she did it, the thing all women do to cheer up a guy who's been 'castrated' or deemed 'harmless,' she gave him the look…that's right the look.

(You know the one I'm talking about ladies. It's the look you give a guy after you shot him down for asking you out, telling him you think of him as a friend or brother and then he looks at you like you just shot his dog.)

He hated that look it meant he was the kind of guy mothers left there daughter with because they knew he was 'harmless,' it was the look that Jadeite laughed at him for it was the truth behind every 'you can't be considered a real man because your to honorable to sleep with anything on two legs that doesn't have a dick' joke. "Well screw them and screw this" he thought resolutely "I'll show them all!" and with that last semi sensible thought running through his male sized brain…mind you sense and sensibility have left the building he threw down the blond and seized her lips like Cortez on the Aztec, he painted fantasies in her mind with his tongue like Da Vince did the Mona Lisa, and he rubbed and rocked there bodies together like a fat man does a candy machine when his snake is suck and that was his last bit of change left. (Not that the rest of us don' do that either)

'Oh yes, mothers of all ages wedded or not those daughters better be under lock and key because General Kunzite was out to prove his stuff.' And with that satisfied thought he waked out of the room a very satisfied general…only to walk into the next a blushing buffoon to be greeted by a blushing maid, a shocked Zoicite, a young prince slurping his juice and a Serenity dressed for riding greeting him at the door.

Mina however was less reserved as she made little notice of the audience and more of a certain man. Grabbing him by the collar and dragging him into the room she locked the door behind them. "You forget your place general."

His stone exterior was back in full force, "and where might that be, your highness?" She ignored his sarcastic tone as she strutted towards the angry man. He made no more as he watched her slid her arms around his neck.

"After a kiss like that" she purred into his ear "pleasing me until breakfast."

He glanced at the grandfather cloak directly behind her and frowned that only gave them five minutes. Now it could be the fact that he hadn't pleased anyone, let alone a woman, in a really long time but he was pretty sure it never took him just five minutes. "I don't think that's a sufficient amount of time, we'll only have five minutes."

She raised a finely shaped eyebrow a Cheshire cat grin in place. "I meant breakfast tomorrow."

He relaxed in her arms as his more daring, albeit desperate, side made its appearance, "that's doable."

"I'm so sure."

(((((((((((((((Endymion)))))))))))

10 more hours…five more minutes…three more seconds it was the count down mantra that played in the princes head as he half listened half ignored the English princess rattle on about her likes and dislikes passed boyfriends and his personal favorite on the top ten list of things men don't want to hear, things about herself.

What is the top 10 list of things men don't want to hear you may ask; it is the list of things Endymion, or any other man for that matter hates to hear a woman talk about:

10. A man never under any circumstance cares to know it's your time of month and you have cramps.

9. No man, especially the one you're dating, ever wants to know about the guy you find cuter than him.

8. My dad wants you to go hunting with him.

7. I want to save myself for marriage.

6. Does this make me look fat?

5. I want lots of kids.

4. I think of you as a friend.

3. It's not you…it's me.

2. I thought it'd be bigger.

1. You suck in bed.

And on and on she went talking about god knows what. How much more of this was a man suppose to take, 'it's bad enough Serenity didn't show up for breakfast,' he thought grumpily 'she openly deifies me, shows no respect, and had the nerve to send HIS brother as some messenger boy to tell him she 'didn't' care to show up to breakfast. 'The absolute nerve and what was it with people skipping breakfast today?'

Zoicite had walked in mumbling to himself like a made man about his 'precious' and how he had to find it before making just as quick an exit. According to the staff the man had damn near turned the castle up side down looking for his stolen book. 'Probably doesn't even realize his eyebrows were singed off in the fire. Kunzite was nowhere to be found since last night and now Serenity's sister had missed her morning appointment with the Queen without reason. Endymion had sent a young servant boy to check her room but he had simply come back blushing furiously while sputtering something along the line of 'I can't wait till I grow up,' whatever that had to do with the situation the dark haired Prince could not say but he had a idea about where the answers could be found.

As if she had read his thoughts herself Endymion caught a glimpse of his 'favorite' blonde, 'favorite to tease,' he mentally assured himself, riding off towards the woods. And, right now she was going to get just that. He had sent several servants to find information about her home and so far not one could find a shred of evidence other than some old text on some indigenous people of Moon worshipers.

'Alright Endy old boy focus,' he mentally coached himself. 'Best way to get out of a room filled with unwanted guest it number one- examine your surroundings.' Mother nodding off in her sit, check. Princess yapping incessantly without a clue she's being ignored, check. 'O.k. so far all is right with the world. Step two- check for any possible escape routes. Can't fake sick, I'd be confined to my room. Can't say I need to use the bathroom, they'd expect me to return.' He scanned the room and tightened his smile when his eyes passed over her to give some sort of false assurance of his attention. 'Ah-ha, target acquired.' Prince Damien, perfect he was practically dead on the floor…he could excuse himself under the pretence of putting his brother to bed and making sure he ate something and by the time he would have, theoretically, finished with that he would be on his way to practice with his generals and wouldn't be seen till the ball the night. 'Prefect.' Quickly putting his plot into action he made his way out of the room, after dropping his brother off into bed he quickly made his way to the stables and then the woods only to find nothing.

((((((((((((2 weeks later)))))))))))

For day's it was the same every time he attempted to confront her something would go wrong and distract him or demand his attention long enough for her to get away, it was driving him absolutely mad. He would tell himself it didn't matter and preoccupy himself with looking up information on her home or listen to the staff talk of her activities. He would tell himself he didn't care while absently scanning every room he entered for her presence and he told himself it didn't bother him when he wouldn't find her spending the rest of the time trying to ignore to dull ache in his chest. The worst of it was for the few times they would actually find each other she would try to avoid him making up a stupid excuse to leave which would simply get Endymion upset and up in arms arguing with her to the point of which their fights had become the talk of the palace and town.

Normally he wouldn't be so upset, he blamed his frustrations on the lack of nocturnal activity which he was so used to and the fact that he didn't have anyone to talk to. Zoicite had gotten worse with his book hunt and had somehow coerced Jadeite and Malachite to join in his hunt. Kunzite had been harder to find than the illusive Serenity as he began to spend more and more time with Princess Mina.

Oh yes, he had gotten all the glamorous details on that little morsel, who knew that the most gentle of generals would be so animalistic-ly addicted to one woman. Sure Endymion saw her beauty and equal ability in mind but to be addicted to one woman; it was enough to make a man sick or at least the Prince. But, that was not his life so it mattered not to him; he had wished his friend luck in his choice and offered an open ear for anything Kunzite needed to discus. Personally he had thought the whole thing a little to fast, the silver haired general had agreed to this but assured the prince that though their first time they had one another they were simply strangers in lust but they had promised to take it slower and were learning more and more about each other without becoming physical, which was driving Kunzite crazy but he held himself in check and enjoyed every minute with the woman he was growing to love.

And if that wasn't enough he couldn't get that kiss in the library out of his head, in his sleep the essence of her small hand at the nape of his neck came to life. The feel of her lips caused him cold showers and the old feeling of the vixen's body against his would stir the wildest of dreams day or night.

(((((((((((days later)))))))))))))

Serenity held her throat as she cut off her own scream; it seemed the nightmares had decided to become more frequent allowing her as little sleep as possible. Night after dreaded night she would find herself staying up as long as possible just to avoid waking up to the sound of her own scream to which she was sure half the palace had heard this morning because she was to drained of her magic to put up a sound barrier. A problem easily rectified if she intensified the dreams, she knew the prince would be having do to their first connection, and call to him in his slumber and kiss him while he slept but…it seemed so…so naughty.

And the more she kissed him the clearer his dreams would become till he'd be able to see that she was the one kissing him in his dreams thought kissing him one more time wouldn't bring that about she still didn't want to take the risk it was much to dangerous. He was to addicting and she knew one more kiss might be her undoing.

The blond moon princess sank back in her bed rubbing her eyes with the palm of her hands and groaning out, "god where did he learn to kiss like that." Her cheeks flushed at the mere remembrance of his petal soft lips which worked there magic on her, 'and his hands, Zeus in Olympus above his hands.' She gave another involuntary moan as her own hands traced the path his larger ones once took. Yes touching those sinfully lips again couldn't happen. It was the very reason she had been avoiding him at all costs using her magic to cause distractions to her favor in her getaways.

Serenity forced herself up out of bed as she continued to mull over the most current of happenings. She had tried to ask Mina for her advice but her 'sister' it seems couldn't spear a moments acknowledgement of anyone else's presence that wasn't Kunzite's. 'Some sister she is and so far there was no word form home. Oh well…might as well enjoy this vacation while it lasted' she thought to herself as she exited the bathroom fresh as a daisy.

Her maid was finishing making the bed as she stepped out in her undergarments. Minutes later she was dressed in a creamy baby blue sun dress. The straps that clung a little off her shoulders held up the dress which lightly hugged her at her breast, waist, and hips. White slippers adorned her feet which were cover by the length of the outfit that was decorated at its ends by floral print. Her make- up was as always light as well as her jewelry kept simple. While the maid began to braid her 'golden' locks she thought back to interview she had with the queen some days ago.

It had been quit strange she had walked in bowed and mentally prepared herself for several hours of grueling conversation which had never come. The queen, yes she had looked as beautiful as her own mother she had held herself in the very same way and looked just as her mother did when studying someone, as if she was not judging them simply assessing them. Yet her appearance of perfection had shattered the moment her eyes caught hold of her from prominent poise porcelain perfection to one of a young girl who had just seen her best friend from long ago. She had been nothing but sweet and especially forward about wanting to know everything about young Serenity and her family, as if she had known them before. Serenity had seen no reason to not humor her so she had told her all she had wanted to know with holding only what she had to because she did not wish to lie. The only odd thing in it all was that she had asked all in the room to leave before Serenity spoke a word…even Endymion had no choice but to leave to which she heard him swear under his breath. She had giggled at that from relief and his annoyed expression.

A taping on her shoulder brought her out of her musing; "Yes?" she looked at the maid from the reflection in the mirror which sat atop her dresser.

"Begging your pardon miss," her soft voice drifted about as only a whisper, "but I finished your hair and you have a guest in you waiting room; says it's urgent." The maid bit her lip to keep from smiling it seemed; as the princess made her way out of the room hurriedly hoping it was… 'Who am I hoping for?' she asked herself. Regardless of whom she had wanted to see her eyes meet that of a man whose face expressed nothing less than a predator that's finally caught and cornered his prey.

"Endymion…" it came out just like she felt, in a hushed when you don't know if what you're looking at is what you see or what you want to see.

A smile laced his handsome features as he held out his arm to her, "walk with me." The statement left no room for argument so she resided herself to her fate but she had her pride and to prove it she waked right passed him and out of the room leaving him to play catch up.

They walked through the palace maze in the gardens so as not to be disturbed by anything unusual or at least that was what Endymion had told her. Both stayed silent until they were perfectly hidden fro the public/staffs eyes. The Prince was the first to break there some what comfortable silence. "Why do you hate me?" He asked into the silence of the bright and sunny day.

She stood still a moment her face solemn, "I thought of hating you once, when we first meet, but than I see how Damien looks up to you, how your generals, your friends, respect you, and how you treat the palace staff and…and I can't. I think to myself every time you get me mad, there has to be something I'm missing, something I just can't see because all these people can't be wrong about…well about you. I don't hate you on the contrary you remind me of a very dear friend of mine. So every time." She poked him playfully in the chest "you tick me off I remember that friend and how you two make me mad in the same way and I know you don't mean it because she was the same way when we first meet and now we're best friends. So you, your royal bratty-ness, I do not hate, merely the way you treat me or at least did the first time I meet you."

She turned away from him to continue her wake.

Endymion smiled at her words, yet frowned at the strange feel of comfort it gave him to hear her say that he was not hated by her. But, that still didn't answer any of his more important questions. Finding her easily among the low bushes he internally asserted himself to continue his interrogation.

"Lately I've found myself curious about your home, Lunar was it" she would not look at him but nodded just the same. Someone once told her he could always tell when she lied because she hated doing so, so much that when she lied you could see all the truth of the world in her eyes trying to confess what her lips could would not. The prince's words pulled her from her thoughts "I've searched every library in the castle and the town in the near by village. I even talked to the local travelers and scholars," he tried to examine her face for any reaction but she kept looking any direction but his. "My lady I've exhausted every and any sore that would have information about your home without actually sending someone there," finally unable to put up with her nonsense he pulled at her arms roughly to bring her eye to eye. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

She still refused to look at him as she answered, her tone dignified, "As a matter of fact there is," her pausing for affect only lead to his grip tightening.

"Yes?" he demanded impatiently.

"You are hurting me."

He gave an exasperated sigh, his grip never letting up. "This isn't a game, Princess;" his tone deadly, "lies can be dangerous."

"The truth even more dangerous," she whispered back not bother to struggle as she rested her head upon his chest. Her lips began to burn at the closeness of his own, to merely tilt her head upward, the sweet torturer.

His hold on her dropped before he let himself wrap his arms around her slim waist. "Will you ever give me a straight?" His question whispered so close to her ear his breath brushing against his neck ignited her body. She could feel her eyes being consumed with a glaze of silver before she regained her composer laughing slightly at his words before breaking away from his embrace. "I'll answer anything you ask."

He raised an eyebrow in interest, "anything?"

She nodded and smiled at his skepticism, "anything at all?"

"Alright, is there really a kingdom of Lunar?"

Her smile was lost to her for a moment; she didn't want to lie so she decided avoiding the questions that could not be answered yet would be best. 'It's not lying if I don't answer,' she told herself firmly before her smile was back in place. "Oh come on haven't we been through this already? Ask me something you don't know the answer too."

"Fine, why are you here?"

"That's better; I was brought here by accident."

"Accident?" the young prince echoed skeptically. "I don't believe you, how do you get into this type of a situation by accident."

Serenity shrugged absentmindedly, "hey, accidents happen."

"O.k. then, what woke you up screaming?" he asked seriously before melting at the sight of her blushing a soft pink at his question.

"I…it was nothing-"

"Not so fast" he cut in "you promised to tell the truth," she sighed in resignation.

"I had a nightmare."

"At your age" it was more of a cynical statement than question.

"Along time ago I…I didn't now how to defend myself and I really didn't think much of that fact it just was until my mother began to allow suitors to see me some were sweat or shy but…he…he wasn't" Endymion watch the fear creep back into her eyes as she remembered her experience and it angered him. He, for all the time that he'd known her he had never met a more fearless girl, what…who could or would bring down such a fighter. "I had not known a man to be ungentlemanly before him. He had been invited to a party, I forget for what it was, and he took me to the gardens. He confessed that he loved me…and that the love I had for another would not last. I refused him and he and tried to…" she chanced a look at the prince and saw what she feared everyone who knew this about her would reflect, anger, disgusted not knowing they were feelings intended for the man that had affected her so unjustly. 'They probably think I'm some kind of a damaged good.'

She looked away before he could tell she had been watching him, "well he tried something but, my guards had come before anything could happen." She finished quickly with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, he noticed, trying to make light of the memory. Yet she paused dawning a confused expression, "I thought I had forgotten that. Anyway that's why I screamed. One of the staff told you huh?"

Endymion, for his part, simply nodded. "Who was he?"

"I…I don't remember. Strange isn't it?" she didn't even try to smile this time.

"I meant the man you lov…" he didn't want to say it. He didn't want to say 'loved' because than she would correct him and say 'the man she loves' and the pain he knew would come to him was to unbearable even if just the thought.

Yet she saved him the trouble "His name is Seiya."

"Are you to together, is that why you don't care to marry such a fine catch as myself." He joked trying to lighten the mood, but inside his mind was shouting 'FOUL' for asking such a question.

It was rewarded with a small light laugh, "no he…he didn't - doesn't" she corrected herself "doesn't love me."

"He's a foul." Endymion stated seriously she smiled truly at his words and they continued there wake in silence.

"Who knows maybe it was just a crush, he was the first guy to treat me like a…"

"Like a person," Endymion finished to which she nodded in agreement. "You must be very restricted at home."

She forgot the lie and spoke freely and relaxed, "always. Everyone I was ever aloud to befriend before him had been a woman. My guardians are all women my mothers advisor Luna a woman. There were some men I could see though, my brother and his best friends were always very sweet to me it was more like having a whole heard of brothers actually."

"I bet he's some nerdy skinny little thing, right" he laughed openly earning a stern glare.

"No he looked nothing like you" that shut him up, "Anyway I haven't seen him in ages…he just disappeared out of the blue."

Endymion looked confused for a moment, 'did she not know that all royal families were connected to Earth's Eyes of the Moon.' It was the reason the Earth's main palace was built on this particular spot. Any royal lost on Earth's soil could be found and identified; it gained its name from the poetic ideal that no matter where you were on Earth you can always see the Moon at night so it could always see you too. History dictates that it was a gift from the heavens. He was about to say as much until it finally clicked, 'ONLY earth's ROYALTY could be located with the device. Meaning if she were really telling the truth about being royalty than she could be located using the device!'

"Endymion…your highness" it was to good to believe that he was actually paying any attention to her, rolling her eye she watched as something seemed to click into place in his mind and for some reason it disturbed her but her anger took presidents over her instinct to run so she just simply walked away until she realized this was a maze and she didn't know the exit.

Just as she was about to call his name again the words were stolen from her very mouth, "Endymion!" The young princess turned just in time to see a tall blond man making his way up the path they had just come from shouting the prince's name.

"Who is that?" she squinted her eyes in an attempt to get a better look at the young man making his way towards the both of them.

"Endymion, my friend!" as if forgetting Serenity's presence all together they ran to each other making Serenity wonder what the real reason behind the parents arranging this little 'contest' was. Just when she thought she could make a solid assumption about the prince's real sexual preference, not that their was anything wrong with that she was a very excepting person after all and it would have been a bit hypocritical what with Uranus and Neptune's loving life style, her thought's were interrupted by Endymion's laughter…rather loud but nice laughter.

'He really looks happy.'

"Princess Serenity I'd like you to meet my best friend Andrew," it was as if time had come to a stop her heart along with it before it began to pump so hard she thought it would explode from her chest. As soon as their eyes meet she knew who he was knew, that this was one of the moments in her life she would never forget and how she reacted to this new found information would dictate how she would handle everything of such importance in her life. So naturally she did what any sophisticated woman in her place would do…she fell to her knees and promptly began to cry from pain or relief who knew but that's what she did.

Author's Notes: I had so much fun writing that fat man and the candy machine joke, you have no idea. I hope you love this as much as I do and PLEASE REVIEW! I know it's been awhile and it's not my fault I had mid-terns that are now over. So I hope to have the next chapter out very soon. Till next time…REVIEW! Alright lets get down to brace text here, its 2:59 am and I'm getting to bed. My spring break if booked full of papers I have to write so I might not up date as soon as I hope but I promise I won't give up on writing this story and the next chapter in 'A knight for a Prince' is in the process of being written so bare with me and will get through this. Oh…if you haven't read my other stories please do and tell me in your reviews if you think there worth up dating and I'll see what I can to.

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