This is a little something I was working on awhile ago, and only recently found. So I can't honestly say if it's any good or not. That's up to you guys. Please R/R!
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, never have, never will. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi, and I'm only borrowing them a bit.
Set in Crystal Tokyo.
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Standing on the expansive balcony just outside the palace ballroom, a woman stood, observing the two lovers on a romantic, moonlit walk in the gardens.
"Ahh, Selenity," the woman breathed, watching the queen's golden hair flash in the silvery moonbeams, creating a magical effect that clearly had her partner entranced. "So gorgeous. So graceful. So perfect. So...evil." A harsh laugh escaped her throat, bitter by the years and almost delirious from her growing insanity. "You can't fool me with your pretty ways and your innocent eyes." She knew there was evil buried within that perfect, flawless body. Evil lurking within the cerulean depths of those caring, understanding eyes. "The White Moon only brings disaster, Serenity. I'm the only one who hasn't fallen under your spell. And because of that, I'm the only one who can destroy you."
Another woman came to the balcony, and tapped her comrade on the shoulder. She turned and studied the woman briefly. Quite beautiful. Older, perhaps, but more foolish. It had taken a lot of convincing to get her to join the side of the Revolution. A lot of convincing, indeed. "Mistress," the woman said, "May I?"
She nodded at her soldier. "Number One. What is it?"
Number One dropped to one and lowered her head respectively. A lock of jade hair fell in front of her face, shrouding it in shadow. "Mistress, the troops are ready for the attack. All systems are go."
"You may rise, Number One. Don't feel it necessary to bow down to me. I think of you as a comrade." Number one got to her feet, and her scarlet eyes flashed briefly in a moonbeam before once again growing dark. Dark and submissive.
"Mistress...if you don't mind...I would prefer not to fight." Perhaps not as submissive as she had originally thought.
"Nani?" she screeched. "You abandon the Revolution so readily? You support the evil the White Moon brings? I thought better of you, Number One. I admit, it took some work to break you free of Selenity's spell, but you're one of us now. No longer weak. No longer dependant. No longer a prisoner."
"Mistress..." Number One said slowly, "You know that isn't true. I support the cause of the Revolution. I want freedom from the oppression the White Moon brings. But it's really a conflict of interest, if you will. My loyalties lie with you, Mistress, you can be assured. But my duties lie with Selenity. I cannot control that, no more than you can control your own upbringing."
A look of pain passed over the Mistress's face, but vanished as mysteriously as it arrived. Her voice grew soft, almost sympathetic. "I understand. Truly I do. But remember, Number One. It was Selenity who stole your freedom. I fought hard to break myself of her chains, and I did. I want to help you achieve the same blessed freedom I've worked so hard for. You're an old, dear friend. And I want you to see the light as I have, Setsuna."
"Mistress, why do you want to destroy the White Moon? The king, the queen, the senshi..." Number One's eyes grew wet with unshed tears, "the princess?"
The Mistress's tone grew cold and callous once more, and she spat out her words with a vengence. "The princess is dead, Number One. And better off so. The world doesn't need another Selenity to add to its troubles. Another child of the White Moon, sent to corrupt the people, that is what the princess was. Was," she embellished. "Not anymore."
She turned back towards the moonlit garden, as if seeing Number One, Setsuna, was a grim reminder of the pain she had to endure to get where she was. "Now we need to prepare for the battle. It is the final step. This is the war that will bring about the Revolution, Number One. We will be free."
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, never have, never will. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi, and I'm only borrowing them a bit.
Set in Crystal Tokyo.
***
Standing on the expansive balcony just outside the palace ballroom, a woman stood, observing the two lovers on a romantic, moonlit walk in the gardens.
"Ahh, Selenity," the woman breathed, watching the queen's golden hair flash in the silvery moonbeams, creating a magical effect that clearly had her partner entranced. "So gorgeous. So graceful. So perfect. So...evil." A harsh laugh escaped her throat, bitter by the years and almost delirious from her growing insanity. "You can't fool me with your pretty ways and your innocent eyes." She knew there was evil buried within that perfect, flawless body. Evil lurking within the cerulean depths of those caring, understanding eyes. "The White Moon only brings disaster, Serenity. I'm the only one who hasn't fallen under your spell. And because of that, I'm the only one who can destroy you."
Another woman came to the balcony, and tapped her comrade on the shoulder. She turned and studied the woman briefly. Quite beautiful. Older, perhaps, but more foolish. It had taken a lot of convincing to get her to join the side of the Revolution. A lot of convincing, indeed. "Mistress," the woman said, "May I?"
She nodded at her soldier. "Number One. What is it?"
Number One dropped to one and lowered her head respectively. A lock of jade hair fell in front of her face, shrouding it in shadow. "Mistress, the troops are ready for the attack. All systems are go."
"You may rise, Number One. Don't feel it necessary to bow down to me. I think of you as a comrade." Number one got to her feet, and her scarlet eyes flashed briefly in a moonbeam before once again growing dark. Dark and submissive.
"Mistress...if you don't mind...I would prefer not to fight." Perhaps not as submissive as she had originally thought.
"Nani?" she screeched. "You abandon the Revolution so readily? You support the evil the White Moon brings? I thought better of you, Number One. I admit, it took some work to break you free of Selenity's spell, but you're one of us now. No longer weak. No longer dependant. No longer a prisoner."
"Mistress..." Number One said slowly, "You know that isn't true. I support the cause of the Revolution. I want freedom from the oppression the White Moon brings. But it's really a conflict of interest, if you will. My loyalties lie with you, Mistress, you can be assured. But my duties lie with Selenity. I cannot control that, no more than you can control your own upbringing."
A look of pain passed over the Mistress's face, but vanished as mysteriously as it arrived. Her voice grew soft, almost sympathetic. "I understand. Truly I do. But remember, Number One. It was Selenity who stole your freedom. I fought hard to break myself of her chains, and I did. I want to help you achieve the same blessed freedom I've worked so hard for. You're an old, dear friend. And I want you to see the light as I have, Setsuna."
"Mistress, why do you want to destroy the White Moon? The king, the queen, the senshi..." Number One's eyes grew wet with unshed tears, "the princess?"
The Mistress's tone grew cold and callous once more, and she spat out her words with a vengence. "The princess is dead, Number One. And better off so. The world doesn't need another Selenity to add to its troubles. Another child of the White Moon, sent to corrupt the people, that is what the princess was. Was," she embellished. "Not anymore."
She turned back towards the moonlit garden, as if seeing Number One, Setsuna, was a grim reminder of the pain she had to endure to get where she was. "Now we need to prepare for the battle. It is the final step. This is the war that will bring about the Revolution, Number One. We will be free."