Title: Whispered Dreams- Destiny
Author: Celyia (cel@celyia.com)
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: R
Summary: The Dark King, Jadeite, decides to avenge his lost and broken world upon the girl he blames for its destruction.
Disclaimer: "Sailor Moon", all characters and situations, are owned by Naoko Takeuchi and her minions. :-) This story is written as a tribute to the series and not mean to infringe on Ms. Takeuchi's ownership in any way.
Please NOTE: Due to new Fanfiction.net regulation disallowing the posting of NC-17 stories, this chapter has been rewritten enough to make this a rated R so I can continue updating on this site. Bleh. (Heh. And I thought nothing could possibly make this chapter worse) In a few days, I should have a NC-17 site up and running with a real copy of this story on there. Keep an eye out on my profile for the address!
Chapter Two
"I can't believe that's finally over," Mamoru exhaled as he flung himself in the soft chair in his apartment … their apartment.
Usagi smiled uncertainly as her hands played with the intricate embroidery of her wedding gown. Her Mamo-chan had not made one move towards her the entire night. Her smile faded as she remembered standing before her family and friends with the man she loved at her side as they took their vows. Marriage was supposed to solve all the problems, Usagi sighed as her thoughts wandered back to the chaste, almost indifferent kiss he had given her at the time. Marriage wasn't supposed to create new ones. Nervously, she pulled on the pearl clasp at the base of her throat. Maybe he was more upset about her hair than he admitted, she thought, cringing at the idea.
"Um, Mamoru?" the new wife queried, her soft voice timid with uncustomary fear. "Are you upset about my hair?"
Looking up into the face of his beloved, Mamoru shook his head slowly. "No, I'm not mad, Usa...I just wish you would have asked me before you did it." Broad shoulders shrugged off any continuation of the conversation as he stood up. Grabbing her hand, the man pulled her up to meet him. "Come on, Usa. Let's go to bed. I'm beat."
Smiling in relief, Usagi gladly followed her husband to the bedroom. "Oh, OK, Muffin."
Loosening his black collar, Mamoru turned to his new wife. "You do look beautiful tonight, Usa..."
Blushing with happiness, she glanced down at the carpet. Suddenly, his hand was on her chin, forcing her to look into his startling blue eyes. Her heart melted as the power of his soul beat into hers with that electric look.
"Take off your dress, Usako," he commanded, his voice raw and hoarse.
"Uh, yeah," Usagi nodded as she felt her heart twist with the anticipation. Although they had lived together for three years, never once had they made love. Maybe it went against his morals, or perhaps he didn't want to make her feel as though she *had* to, but in any case, at times she felt as though he considered her a beautiful, porcelain doll: a treasure to look at, but something you can never touch. That feeling was amplified with each "Usako" he uttered and goodnight kiss he ducked. But now, she thought with a shy smile as her trembling hands unbuttoned the pearls which clasped the back of her dress closed, he'll show me how he feels. A knot of pleasure, so intense it was almost painful, throbbed through her stomach as any thought which may had been unfortunate enough to find it's way into her head on a night like this quickly dissipated into nothingness like a fading dream.
Her hands shaking nervously as she slowly unbuttoned her dress, Usagi didn't look up as she felt her husband's hands reach out for her.* * *
Usagi opened her eyes, startled by the sudden chill on her body as her husband rolled off.
"Love you, Odango," the young man mumbled, the words garbled by his yawn. "Sleep well, okay?"
Usagi nodded, her whispers of "good night" and "I love you" unheard as a gentle snoring arose from her husband's throat.
Still, the sound was steady and strangely comforting, and so she lay there for a moment just listening to the easiness of his breathing as he fell even more deeply into slumber. Heaving a sigh as the stickiness between her thighs refused to be ignored for any longer, Usagi lifted herself carefully from the bed, taking every precaution to ensure she didn't wake her only love.
"Damn!" she breathed harshly as she felt a stream of liquid escape from between her legs. Her hand strayed to her thighs as she crossed her legs in a vain attempt to keep from ruining the lightly coloured carpet. Calm down, she commanded herself firmly as she rushed towards the lavatory. There was a lot more blood than she had expected, but it wasn't going to kill her.
Though, Usagi grimaced as she entered the small room, her extremely sore muscles just may. Looking in the gilded mirror, Usagi blanched as she noticed the chaotic picture she presented. Her sunlit tresses looked anything but as they fell in stringy knots down to the middle of her back.
"I look like hell," Usagi admitted sadly as she noticed the tear-stains covering her cheeks, and her puffy eyes and nose. She had spent so long trying to overcome the stigma of being a crybaby yet it seemed that even on her wedding night, still Usagi couldn't escape.
At least Mamoru hadn't taken too much notice of her tears.
Almost mechanically, she washed her face thoroughly. So that was the night she had been looking forward to for all her life.
Unable to keep the frown from crawling on her face, Usagi turned away from the mirror, wondering at what other joys married life would have in store.
* * *
The man in the olive green trenchcoat exhaled with impatience as he watched that nitwit, Mamoru, fall directly asleep after he unknowingly screwed up his first night with his new wife. The man looked in the direction of the lavatory, wondering how long it would take for that snippet of a girl to return.
As damning as it sounded, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for his sworn enemy. Even though he had watched the scene from the safety of his crystal ball, it would have been impossible to miss how much that big adolescent hurt the former Sailor Senshi. He couldn't rejoice at her pain, for it was unnecessary. No one should be denied the chance to fight back (if nothing else, Beryl taught him that), and that's the right Mamoru stole away when he accepted Usagi's complete heart.
Forcing his awkward compassion aside, the man focused his thoughts on the matter on hand: the complete and utter destruction of the girl currently weeping her heart out in the bathroom. It galled him to begin this during what would probably turn out to be one of the most disappointing nights in her short life, but he forced himself to step forward and remember. This girl, he thought as he fingered the pendant which hung low around his neck, is a harbinger of death for his people. He felt the hate for the lithe blonde boil up inside of his very soul as the torturous memories of being trapped in a block of crystal, while fully conscious, for three years assaulted him. She was the cause of it all; of all the bloodshed and all the death. She had to pay for these crimes. Someone had to. The voices of the dead wouldn't be silenced until she fell. Fell just like him…
The fallen Dark King, Jadeite, smiled evilly as he brought the small box of chocolate candy out of a pocket. Laying the box carefully under her pillow, he looked down at the insignificant human sprawled across the queen-sized bed.
"Bastard," Jadeite whispered softly as his eyes darted from Mamoru's dark hair and tan complexion. "You break her heart, over and over again, only to regain her trust and hurt her more. Yet, your dedicated little wife has been nothing but loyal and loving towards you. If it wasn't so important that she receives her punishment from my own hands, I'd be content to let you be the one who kills her," Jadeite shook his head as he opened a portal to his own realm. "Because, you realise, you will..."
"Uh, Jadeite?" Usagi asked, her voice stumbling over the name she had not uttered in so long. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw the handsome blond man standing above her husband.
"Yes, Jadeite. Jesus. How quickly we forget," Jadeite muttered as he moved towards the beautiful girl who was currently wearing only a towel. Tearing his eyes away from the well-rounded globes of flesh peeking from the top of the towel, he focused on her pretty face.
"Get out of here," Usagi demanded in an angry whisper as she instinctively drew away from the intruder and towards her sleeping husband.
Jadeite gave a small bow. "As you wish, Madam Chiba." Stepping into the dark portal, he instantly winked out of sight.
Usagi whimpered as she collapsed to the ground. Sniffling, she wiped her eyes, wondering what to do next.
"Usaaaagiiii," Jadeite's well-modulated voice echoed softly in the room. "Usagi, don't even dream that this is over. Sleep well, Princess."
Just as abruptly as it began, the voice faded into oblivion, leaving Usagi on the floor, trembling.
"Jadeite's back?" she whispered.
"Usa..." Mamoru growled, half asleep. "Quit talking and get back to bed."
Usagi barely stopped herself in time before she told her new husband what just happened. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and walked towards the bed.
"It was probably just a dream," she told herself firmly as she got into bed. "That's it...just one of my nightmares coming back to haunt me." Smiling, she looked lovingly to her snoring husband. "It has been a long night. But it's worth it to be with you."
She leaned back slowly, content to spend the rest of the night just watching Mamoru ('cause God knows, after that nightmare, there was no way in heck I could even consider going back to sleep any time soon) only to bolt up as something bit into her neck. Looking down, Usagi turned pale as she noticed the red heart box of chocolates peeking out from beneath her pillow. Steeling herself, she picked up the ornate card attached to the undoubtedly expensive box.
Congratulations, Madam.
-J
Chiba Usagi closed her eyes tightly, trying to find the strength within her to suppress her terrified sobs as the card floated slowly to the carpeted floor.