Title: Love Does not Exist

Authors: Sailor Usako

Rating: R

Genre: Romance/Alternate Reality

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies

Author Notes: I noticed that there has been some confusion about the whole "Beryl" sections of the story. I should have explained it better. These are flashbacks, soon there will be present scenes with Beryl in them, but if it'll make it less confusing I'll tell you when it's present or not. See, throughout this story I'm ALSO telling the story of Beryl. In the end it should make sense. ^_~


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Chapter 3- New Beginnings

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Serenity sighed heavily as she collapsed onto her bed next to the man she had been sharing it with for the past couple hours. Surisingly, she had been bored the entire time he had been trying to please her, and had faked her way through most of the night. It had been so for several weeks now, and it bugged her. Why was she no longer able to enjoy her toys? In her heart she knew the answer, and it only caused her to grow angrier.

Endymion.

Damn the day she ever met that man!

Ever since they had met that day on Earth and had mind blowing sex, she hadn't been satisfied with any other man. She had to admit, he had been good. Probably better than any she'd ever had before, and that was quite a few, but her mind shouldn't linger on him that long. Besides, he was from Earth. They were never supposed to meet in the first place!

Her mind drifted back to the time they had spent in the gardens together. He had tried to show her as much of Earth as he could in one night, all the bright colors and exquisite smells. Then he had ended it with passion greater than she'd ever felt before. She shivered slightly as she remembered the feel of his skin against hers, and the sound of his sensual voice.

She already had so many things haunting her, must he do so as well?

"Serenity...that was..amazing..." The man next to her nibbled on her ear, and she turned away from him. Confusion shone plainly in his eyes as he watched her retreating form.

"I'm tired now, you can return to your quarters." She waved him off with a flick of her wrist, missing the hurt expression on his face. Closing her eyes, she tucked the sheet under her chin, covering her nude form. The man sighed.

"As you wish, princess." The door closed softly behind him.

"Damn you Endymion, damn you to Hell!" Throwing the closest thing to her across the room, she watched as it shattered against the wall. Shit! That had been her favorite vase...Closing her eyes once again, she tried to get to sleep. This time she did, but her dreams were filled with a dark-haired, Earth man who had made her scream with pleasure long into the night.

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"Check mate." Zoicite declared, his queen moving in to take out Ami's king.

"Impressive, I've never been beaten before." She smiled across the board, before turning her attention back to the game. "But I must say, your style of moving is most intruiging. It's almost as if you have no strategy at all." He coughed.

"Yeah...well..um.." Laughing nervously, he ran a hand through his long, blonde hair. "..I don't. I kind of just move at random."

"What?!"

"I've never been really good at strategy games. Ironic since I'm Endymion's strategy guy during war. I mean, I can make them up, but can never execute them properly."

"So you just move at random, and yet you still win?" She said in disbelief.

"Actually, I think you were a bit too distracted staring at me to pay much attention to the game." She felt her cheeks redden. It was true, she had been staring at him most of the game, but she had hoped he hadn't noticed. Obviously, he had.

"I..uh.." She cleared her throat.

"Don't make excuses, Ami. I was distracted by your radiant beauty as well." He laughed, loving how she looked when she was blushing. She hit him playfully on the arm only for him to grab her wrist and bring her hand to his lips, kissing it softly.

She started stuttering again.

"You're flustered. I think I've almost turned you into a puddle of mush, but you wouldn't be very useful then, now would you? Maybe, I should stop-"

"No!" She turned even redder at her objection, while receiving a smile from him.

"No?" He pulled her towards him and pressed his body up disgracefully close to hers, allowing her to feel every muscled contour of his body and his obvious arousal. "What is it you want from me?" he whispered softly into her ear, nibbling on it suggestively.

"Zoicite.." She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as shivers ran down her spine. It should be illegal for him to have so much power over her.

"Tell me, Ami.." He kissed the nerve beneath her earlobe before moving his lips down her neck to the hollow of her throat, and finally to her collarbone. "...what is it you want?"

"I..I.." One of his hands was now at her lower back, tilting her backwards so that he could continue to journey downward, while the other traced the outline of her bra. Her mind was swimming with the emotions he was sending through her. Sure she'd slept with a few other men, but she had never felt like THIS before. When he cupped her breast, she arched her back slighly into his hand. "..Zoicite!"

Well, she had said his name...and technically she did want him..right? Right?! Hell, it was good enough for him. Very unlike his normally composed self, the long-haired general picked her up and carried her over to the bed on the far side of the room.

He slowly unzippered the back of her dress and let the front fall away to reveal her heaving chest that was barely covered by the lacy bra she wore. Unable to contain himself any longer, he quickly rid himself of his own shirt and helped her dispose completely of her garment. Dress and underclothes thrown off to the side as his pants and underclothes joined them as well. Looking down at her hungrily, he explored her entire body with his eyes, hands, and finally his tongue.

She tasted incredible.

He brought his mouth back to her lips and was surprised when he felt her tongue against his own lips. Smiling, he parted his mouth for her, while positioning himself so they could join bodies. In one swift movement he was inside her and both of them screamed out in ecstacy, moaning eachother's names into the other's mouth.

Who knew sex could be so good?

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Beryltina awoke with a start, cold sweat covering her entire body. Her red hair stuck to her
face, and she coughed violently. Looking around with frightened eyes, she realized she was in a room that was not her own. Confused at first, she examined the room closely.

It was painted a dark navy and furniture of black, red, and silver adorned the room. Elaborate tapestries hung down the walls among ornate paintings of violent colors. The bed she was in was tall with high posts made of the finest oak. She smiled as she recognized her surroundings and snuggled into the sheets.

Endymion.

Somehow she had wound up in his bedroom. Looking down, she fingered the nightgown she was wearing. Not recognizing it, she realized he must have put it on her. But why was she here in Endymion's house?

Then it hit her.

Hard.

The memories of the night before came flooding back to her. The abuse, seeing Endymion walk in, and then her father's head rolling across the floor. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was finally free of her father's torture, but Endymion had seen. He had seen! What would he think of her now?

The door opened, and she smiled as she saw him peeking into the room. "Morning, Endy." Surprised at finding her awake, he jumped a bit at the sound of her voice. She laughed as he went flailing to land with a loud thud onto the floor. "Are you okay?"

"My body is fine, but I think my ego is a big tarnished." He stood up and rubbed his butt which had taken the brunt of the fall. She laughed harder. "I'm glad you find my misery funny."

"Not so much your misery as the look on your face." He laughed then too. A deep, rich laugh that sent shivers down her spine. He clapped his hands, and a small servant girl brought in a tray holding two cups of coffee and hot croisants. "Breakfast in bed? You're spoiling me, Endy."

"After what you've been through, I think you deserve it." His voice softened, and he looked at her carefully, as if trying to read her mind. "I had the doctor come look at you last night and examine your bruises." Beryltina took a long sip of her coffee before setting back down on the tray and looking up at him.

"You're not in trouble for killing him, are you?" she asked, worriedly.

"No. It seems that everyone knew it was happening to you..." He hated himself immediatly after saying that. Why would no one help her? "...they were glad to hear you were free." They both fell silent for a few minutes, sipping absently at their coffee.

"Thank you, for what you did."

"Believe me, the pleasure was entirely mine." She didn't understand what he met at first by that until she saw the gleam in his eye. An odd hunger lingered there, for something she couldn't name. Something she didn't want to name.

Blood.

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Minako glared at the man standing across from her. He was completely and utterly insufferable. She couldn't stand talking to him or being near him, yet here she was once more. She flipped her blonde hair over a shoulder and took on a fighting stance, hands poised to call upon her powers.

"Not-uh, Minako. You have to fight fairly." Kunzite smirked, unsheathing his sword. "That means none of your magic tricks."

"For the last time they are NOT magic tricks!" She clenched her fists at her side.

"Whatever." Minako rolled her eyes.

"I'll induldge you. It's sad, though, that you have to limit my abilities in order to have even a chance at defeating me."

"I will defeat you."

"You keep thinking that, pretty-boy." Minako picked up her sword and readied herself for the fight. "Come on then, I'm not getting any younger."

"That's for sure." Minako glared at him again before he struck, his sword clanging loudly against hers. She reacted instantly, plunging her sword down to strike at his chest, only to be blocked at the last second. "To think, I actually thought that this might be a challenge. I should have known better, of course. Why would the queen train you with the sword when all you have to do is wave your hands to summon power? She obviously didn't think that you might have to fight without your special abilities." He was mocking her! The arrogant pig. She would show him.

"I think you've underestimated me, Kunzite." She made a boldly obvious move, counting on him to predict it. He didn't disappoint her. Making violent swings at her, he took on the offensive position and drove her up against a wall, trapping her.

She inwardly smiled. Perfect.

He knocked the sword from her hand and pointed his blade at her throat. "No, Minako, I think I have estimated you perfectly." A smug smile graced his features.

"Maybe you have, and maybe you haven't." His eyes clouded with confusion, and she used this moment of distraction to her advantage. She brought up her leg and kicked at his hand, causing his sword to fly up into the air. Jumping up, she caught it and flipped nimbly to the side, landing gracefully on her feet. He turned to look at her, shock clear on every feature, and merely stood there as she used the tip of his sword to toss up her own. Smiling sweetly, she pointed one at his throat and the other on a more...'sensitive' part of his body.

The match was over.

"I can't believe I lost to a woman."

"It is exactly because of that attitude that you lost." She rolled her eyes and handed him his sword.

"What do you mean? You just caught me off guard." he said haughtily, a shadow of a smile gracing his lips. "You know you could never beat me again."

"Is that a challenge, Lord Kunzite?"

"I believe it is, Minako."

"Bring it on."

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End Chapter 3

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