Mamoru stared into his
coffee cup, the dark, bitter liquid seeming to match his own dark
emotions. What had gone wrong? Everything was going smoothly, and now
suddenly all his plans were going askew. All my careful plans are unraveling before my eyes.
His scowl deepened. He never should have let Usagi go on that
vacation. That was a miscalculation. He had figured with Usagi gone
for a while, he could concentrate on seducing the other girls. It was
working like a charm, until Usagi came back with the news she had 'met'
someone else. She was even carrying his bastard child. Damn her! The
fact that the child in question was the reborn Sailor Saturn made no
difference to him. He worked too hard to let his plans be ruined now.
Concentrating, he tried once again to make a connection with
the Soul-link. Nothing. Well no surprise there. He hadn't felt a soul
connection to Usagi for a long time. He berated himself for not
recognizing it as a warning, but took it in stride. He never cared for
being emotionally tied to the little ditz anyways. What really
confounded him was the Rose-mark. It should be causing her great pain
for defying him, forcing her to return. What was wrong? As he began to
ponder this, his thoughts drifted back to the first time he learned of
his sinister birthright.
(FLASHBACK: SILVER MILLENNIUM)
Prince Endymion sat dutifully in his small chair, his four-year-old eyes gazing adoringly up at his father. The king was so strong and
commanding. Everyone seemed to naturally bow to his will. The prince
knew more than anything, he wanted to grow up to be a strong ruler like
him.
The king looked down fondly at his son. "Well now Endymion," he
said. "Do you want to learn more about being King?" The boy nodded
eagerly, his eyes shining brightly. The king's expression seemed almost
jovial as he pulled on a bell chord to summon the Queen.
Gracefully, almost silently, the queen glided across room, as
she entered. Giving a small, perfect curtsy, she was the very image of
beauty and elegance.
"Did you wish to see me, my lord?" she asked.
"Yes my dear," the king replied. "I think it is time to further
our son's education."
"Of course," she said smiling. "What will we be teaching him?"
A cruel glint came to the king's eye. "Obedience."
Instantly her smile seemed to falter. "O-obedience?" she
stammered.
The king nodded, a smug look on his face. "Now kindly remove
your top." The queen took a step back, her face paled noticeably,
"Quickly now," the king replied. "You don't want to upset me now, do
you?"
Endymion looked up at his father curiously. Why was his mother
acting so strangely? She was so confident before, now she seemed to
tremble at his father's every word. As he heard the rustle of his
mother's top garment falling to the floor, he turned to look at her.
Her corset was still on, lifting her breasts for better view. There on
her left breast, were knife wounds carved in he shape of a rose. His
eyes widened. "Ooh, pretty!" He exclaimed.
The king laughed at this. "Yes my boy." he said. "It is a rather
pretty mark. And with it, I am guaranteed your mother's obedience and
loyalty. Shall I show you?" The boy nodded wordlessly, and the king
turned back to his wife.
"Now my dear, remove the rest of your clothing."
The queen slowly shook her head. "Please don't do this." she
said, her voice barely a whisper. "Not in front of our son."
The king shook his head in mock sadness. "Oh my," he said. "
I have been too indulgent with you. It seems you need to be reminded of
your proper place." And his gaze hardened, as her face filled with
horror, her hand reaching up to cover the Rose-mark. Endymion's eyes
widened slightly. Was it his imagination, or did the mark seem to glow?
Instantly the queen gritted her teeth, her face contorted in pain.
"When I give you and order," the king growled, "I expect it to be
obeyed. Now STRIP!!"
There was no question now. The mark WAS glowing, and the queen
threw her head back in a scream of torment. Frantically, she tore at
her garments, until they lay in tattered rags at her feet. The king
nodded, satisfied. "Very good, my pet" he said, emphasizing the word
'pet'. "Your body still pleases me greatly. Dance for us." Biting her
lip, the queen began to slowly twirl and glide across the floor. "No
no," the king said in disgust. "You are beginning to bore me again.
You have that magnificent figure. Use it. Entertain me." And the
Rose-mark again began to glow. Quickly the tempo of the dance
changed, as the queen began to twist and gyrate in a grotesque parody of
a dance. "Much better." the king smiled, as he sat back and enjoyed how
the queen's movements affected her various body parts.
Endymion giggled. "Mama looks funny," he said.
The king smirked at this. "You're right, my son. She does look
funny. Come my dear, show us how much you are enjoying this." A
tremulous smile crossed the queen's face, as she began to giggle almost
insanely. "Now stretch out your arms, and jump up and down," the king
instructed. Silently she obeyed, her eyes tightly shut. So she would
not see the look of cruel excitement growing on her son's face. "Keep
bouncing, and touch your toes." As she bent over, her long dark hair
covered her face, hiding her tears of shame, as she silently prayed for
her humiliation to end.
Suddenly Endymion jumped to his feet. "Horsy-ride!" he exclaimed
laughing. The queen stiffened and looked at her son in horror, slowly
shaking her head. Not that. Please not that. Endymion turned to his
father. "Mama's being naughty." he said slyly.
"I'm sorry my son. Isn't your mother being nice to you?" The
king asked. And they both turned and looked expectantly at the queen.
Slowly, with despair, she sank to her knees. With a triumphant laugh,
the prince ran over and climbed on top of her. He grabbed her long hair
in his fists like reins, pulling back cruelly, as his heels dug
painfully into her sides.
The king laughed, watching his son bouncing on his mother's naked back,
as she crawled across the floor. Her once proud demeanor reduced to a
spoiled child's pet.
(END FLASHBACK)
Mamoru's eyes gleamed at the memories. There were many such
'lessons' as he was growing up, each one crueler than the last. And
Endymion was a very 'eager' student.
His countenance darkened again. The Rose-mark wasn't working on
Usagi. She wore the scars, but she didn't feel the pain it was supposed
to inflict. Suddenly the realization hit him. The silver crystal (I do not care what you say we don't know how to spell it so why bother?). It was somehow blocking the Rose-mark's dark magic's from
affecting her. Another reason to hate Queen Serenity's gift to her
daughter. Damn the bitch! Without the mark's 'influence', all his
schemes were slowly unraveling.
Suddenly his expression calmed. Serenity maybe protected from
the Rose-mark's power, but there were others who he could 'influence'
with it. The only question now was, which one to choose.
Mamoru threw back his head and laughed. This may work out right
after all.
****************************************************************
I am going to KILL somebody! Kill Duo! Kill Quatre! Kill the
Maugunacs! Kill, kill, KILL! THEY MUST DIE!
*SIGH* No, I don't really mean that. It's just that they are
all driving me crazy. Quatre and the Maugunacs constantly want
to make me more comfortable. 'Do you need a pillow Miss. Usagi? Let me
help you up, Miss. Usagi. Don't strain yourself, Miss. Usagi.' AARGH!
It's so annoying. And Duo! My god, doesn't that braided-baka ever shut
UP? Now I know why Fei-Koi finds him so irritating.
Thank goodness for Iria-chan. Quatre's sister has been a
godsend. Being a doctor (and a woman), she knows the best thing I need
right now is peace and quiet. Not that the others pay attention to
that. But I guess they mean well. Trowa has been very helpful about
keeping Quatre busy and out of the way. And I can always count on my
Fei-koi to keep Duo at bay. *Giggle* though to think about it I may get my wish for a dead Duo after all.
Heero is the only one who really bothers me. The others, I can
understand their motivations. But Heero? What drives him? What is it about his soul that throws me off balance when I look at him? He has no
need for justice, or revenge, or trying to figure out who he is. Yet he pushes himself harder than any of the others. Yet one must wonder does he have something to prove to himself?
What is this connection that I have with him? Why do I feel that he is much more than he seems. This mystery will have to wait. Food is ion it's way curtsey of the very people I will bonk on the head for fussing with my moon rod. Or scepter, now that has possibilities.
coffee cup, the dark, bitter liquid seeming to match his own dark
emotions. What had gone wrong? Everything was going smoothly, and now
suddenly all his plans were going askew. All my careful plans are unraveling before my eyes.
His scowl deepened. He never should have let Usagi go on that
vacation. That was a miscalculation. He had figured with Usagi gone
for a while, he could concentrate on seducing the other girls. It was
working like a charm, until Usagi came back with the news she had 'met'
someone else. She was even carrying his bastard child. Damn her! The
fact that the child in question was the reborn Sailor Saturn made no
difference to him. He worked too hard to let his plans be ruined now.
Concentrating, he tried once again to make a connection with
the Soul-link. Nothing. Well no surprise there. He hadn't felt a soul
connection to Usagi for a long time. He berated himself for not
recognizing it as a warning, but took it in stride. He never cared for
being emotionally tied to the little ditz anyways. What really
confounded him was the Rose-mark. It should be causing her great pain
for defying him, forcing her to return. What was wrong? As he began to
ponder this, his thoughts drifted back to the first time he learned of
his sinister birthright.
(FLASHBACK: SILVER MILLENNIUM)
Prince Endymion sat dutifully in his small chair, his four-year-old eyes gazing adoringly up at his father. The king was so strong and
commanding. Everyone seemed to naturally bow to his will. The prince
knew more than anything, he wanted to grow up to be a strong ruler like
him.
The king looked down fondly at his son. "Well now Endymion," he
said. "Do you want to learn more about being King?" The boy nodded
eagerly, his eyes shining brightly. The king's expression seemed almost
jovial as he pulled on a bell chord to summon the Queen.
Gracefully, almost silently, the queen glided across room, as
she entered. Giving a small, perfect curtsy, she was the very image of
beauty and elegance.
"Did you wish to see me, my lord?" she asked.
"Yes my dear," the king replied. "I think it is time to further
our son's education."
"Of course," she said smiling. "What will we be teaching him?"
A cruel glint came to the king's eye. "Obedience."
Instantly her smile seemed to falter. "O-obedience?" she
stammered.
The king nodded, a smug look on his face. "Now kindly remove
your top." The queen took a step back, her face paled noticeably,
"Quickly now," the king replied. "You don't want to upset me now, do
you?"
Endymion looked up at his father curiously. Why was his mother
acting so strangely? She was so confident before, now she seemed to
tremble at his father's every word. As he heard the rustle of his
mother's top garment falling to the floor, he turned to look at her.
Her corset was still on, lifting her breasts for better view. There on
her left breast, were knife wounds carved in he shape of a rose. His
eyes widened. "Ooh, pretty!" He exclaimed.
The king laughed at this. "Yes my boy." he said. "It is a rather
pretty mark. And with it, I am guaranteed your mother's obedience and
loyalty. Shall I show you?" The boy nodded wordlessly, and the king
turned back to his wife.
"Now my dear, remove the rest of your clothing."
The queen slowly shook her head. "Please don't do this." she
said, her voice barely a whisper. "Not in front of our son."
The king shook his head in mock sadness. "Oh my," he said. "
I have been too indulgent with you. It seems you need to be reminded of
your proper place." And his gaze hardened, as her face filled with
horror, her hand reaching up to cover the Rose-mark. Endymion's eyes
widened slightly. Was it his imagination, or did the mark seem to glow?
Instantly the queen gritted her teeth, her face contorted in pain.
"When I give you and order," the king growled, "I expect it to be
obeyed. Now STRIP!!"
There was no question now. The mark WAS glowing, and the queen
threw her head back in a scream of torment. Frantically, she tore at
her garments, until they lay in tattered rags at her feet. The king
nodded, satisfied. "Very good, my pet" he said, emphasizing the word
'pet'. "Your body still pleases me greatly. Dance for us." Biting her
lip, the queen began to slowly twirl and glide across the floor. "No
no," the king said in disgust. "You are beginning to bore me again.
You have that magnificent figure. Use it. Entertain me." And the
Rose-mark again began to glow. Quickly the tempo of the dance
changed, as the queen began to twist and gyrate in a grotesque parody of
a dance. "Much better." the king smiled, as he sat back and enjoyed how
the queen's movements affected her various body parts.
Endymion giggled. "Mama looks funny," he said.
The king smirked at this. "You're right, my son. She does look
funny. Come my dear, show us how much you are enjoying this." A
tremulous smile crossed the queen's face, as she began to giggle almost
insanely. "Now stretch out your arms, and jump up and down," the king
instructed. Silently she obeyed, her eyes tightly shut. So she would
not see the look of cruel excitement growing on her son's face. "Keep
bouncing, and touch your toes." As she bent over, her long dark hair
covered her face, hiding her tears of shame, as she silently prayed for
her humiliation to end.
Suddenly Endymion jumped to his feet. "Horsy-ride!" he exclaimed
laughing. The queen stiffened and looked at her son in horror, slowly
shaking her head. Not that. Please not that. Endymion turned to his
father. "Mama's being naughty." he said slyly.
"I'm sorry my son. Isn't your mother being nice to you?" The
king asked. And they both turned and looked expectantly at the queen.
Slowly, with despair, she sank to her knees. With a triumphant laugh,
the prince ran over and climbed on top of her. He grabbed her long hair
in his fists like reins, pulling back cruelly, as his heels dug
painfully into her sides.
The king laughed, watching his son bouncing on his mother's naked back,
as she crawled across the floor. Her once proud demeanor reduced to a
spoiled child's pet.
(END FLASHBACK)
Mamoru's eyes gleamed at the memories. There were many such
'lessons' as he was growing up, each one crueler than the last. And
Endymion was a very 'eager' student.
His countenance darkened again. The Rose-mark wasn't working on
Usagi. She wore the scars, but she didn't feel the pain it was supposed
to inflict. Suddenly the realization hit him. The silver crystal (I do not care what you say we don't know how to spell it so why bother?). It was somehow blocking the Rose-mark's dark magic's from
affecting her. Another reason to hate Queen Serenity's gift to her
daughter. Damn the bitch! Without the mark's 'influence', all his
schemes were slowly unraveling.
Suddenly his expression calmed. Serenity maybe protected from
the Rose-mark's power, but there were others who he could 'influence'
with it. The only question now was, which one to choose.
Mamoru threw back his head and laughed. This may work out right
after all.
****************************************************************
I am going to KILL somebody! Kill Duo! Kill Quatre! Kill the
Maugunacs! Kill, kill, KILL! THEY MUST DIE!
*SIGH* No, I don't really mean that. It's just that they are
all driving me crazy. Quatre and the Maugunacs constantly want
to make me more comfortable. 'Do you need a pillow Miss. Usagi? Let me
help you up, Miss. Usagi. Don't strain yourself, Miss. Usagi.' AARGH!
It's so annoying. And Duo! My god, doesn't that braided-baka ever shut
UP? Now I know why Fei-Koi finds him so irritating.
Thank goodness for Iria-chan. Quatre's sister has been a
godsend. Being a doctor (and a woman), she knows the best thing I need
right now is peace and quiet. Not that the others pay attention to
that. But I guess they mean well. Trowa has been very helpful about
keeping Quatre busy and out of the way. And I can always count on my
Fei-koi to keep Duo at bay. *Giggle* though to think about it I may get my wish for a dead Duo after all.
Heero is the only one who really bothers me. The others, I can
understand their motivations. But Heero? What drives him? What is it about his soul that throws me off balance when I look at him? He has no
need for justice, or revenge, or trying to figure out who he is. Yet he pushes himself harder than any of the others. Yet one must wonder does he have something to prove to himself?
What is this connection that I have with him? Why do I feel that he is much more than he seems. This mystery will have to wait. Food is ion it's way curtsey of the very people I will bonk on the head for fussing with my moon rod. Or scepter, now that has possibilities.