WARNING: YURI KISS....
...you have been warned...
"Sporks," Serena said, "It's like a spoon, and a fork." Darien gave her a quizzing look. She laughed softly, "It's like, way cooler than just some ordinary silverware." She insisted, snapping the rubber band her and Darien had somehow found amusement playing with in these late hours.
"Well, why can't you call them Foons?" He asked, stretching the rubber band with his thumb and pointer finger. Serena blinked at him for a moment, then furrowed her brow,
"Well duh," she began, "Because, they already had a utensil named Foon." She said. Darien huffed,
"No they don't!" he insisted. Serena's face puffed a slight red as she perched herself on her palms to sit up. The fire blazed beside them, keeping their bodies warm, though if the fire hadn't been there, it would haven't been too difficult for them to stay warm in each other's arms. Serena still lounged in Darien's dress shirt and her underwear, while he still had yet to pull anything on besides his boxers.
"They do to!" she snapped back. Darien, who had once been occupied by the rubber band, allowed it to snap from his fingers and across the room. When he decided he really didn't want to get up and get it, he simply sat up next to the sturdy blonde.
"Okay then," he began, "What is a Foon?" He challenged, smirking at her softly. Serena bit down on her lower lips, eyes darting around.
"Well, you know," she stammered, "Those, pointer things," She managed. When she discovered that she was in fact wrong about her Foon theory, she quickly changed the subject. "But anyways, where did the rubber band go?" she asked, eyes scanning the living room. Darien eyed her wearily, sitting up straight,
"Oh, changing the topic are we?" he teased. Serena puffed with anger, and then stuck her tongue out at him. They laughed softly, the storm outside not disturbing them in the least bit. Darien reached out, holding her body softly against him. She blushed deeply, nuzzling into the nape of his neck as he leaned back against the sofa, allowing her to lie against his slouched form. "I image your dad isn't going to be too thrilled about you missing two nights in a row." He said with a mixture of laugher and worry in his voice. Serena huffed a bit,
"No, I don't think so either, but no matter what I do, I'll get in trouble." She said, cuddling up against him. "There are just so many things going on lately Darien. This is the first time I actually feel content and happy-". Serena cut herself off though. She had arched her neck to look up at him, but he was fast asleep against the sofa. Serena couldn't help but giggle. She stood up, helping him up the couch as he complied groggily.
Serena pulled out a blanket, tossing it over him. The moon hung in from the balcony windows, illuminating off his tanned skin. Serena sighed softly, noticing how sweet and young he looked once he was asleep. The light shown into his apartment brightly, but soon, a shadow loomed over the light that shined so brilliantly on his skin. Serena's head snap up to attention. Her eyes landed on non other than Zoë cite.
Her eyes went wide. Serena had failed to mention to Darien that she was also the famous Sailor Moon. But if she dare tell him that, then there was no doubt that they'd come after him. It seemed that now that didn't matter though, for here was Zoë cite, calling to her from Darien's balcony.
Serena quickly snatched up her broach, clutching it as she stepping out into the winter cold. She gasped, hugging her body tightly in the freezing wind as she glared up at the woman, floating over her with a menacing smile.
"What do you want?" Serena demanded conjuring up as much power into her voice as she possibly could. Zoë cite didn't move, but merely smirked as she sat, head rested on her palm that perched upon her crossed legs in the air. Her eyes flashed as she laughed, low in her throat. Serena gasped, realizing that Zoë cite was disappearing from her site! She reached out, but it was too late.
The problem was that Zoë cite wasn't the one that really disappeared, it was Serena. Zoë cite used her powers to transport Serena to what looked like would be the North Pole. Serena grumbled to herself in disgust as she began to hike through the snow toward a not-a-friendly looking stature of ice.
"I better stumble on Santa's House or this just isn't going to be worth it." But even if Santa was somewhere here, hiding on her, she'd probably never find him through the blinding winds of the snow. The only thing in her view was that awful palace.
Back in Tokyo, Zoë cite laughed to herself, quite pleased with her work. She'd leave Sailor Moon to the Doom and Gloom girls, as Queen Beryl requested; for now anyways.
She planned on getting her fair share in Sailor Moon's death-but for now she had to follow her Queen's orders. She looked into the apartment, where Darien lay, fast asleep and completely oblivious to the danger lurking just outside his window.
Zoë cite slid the glass open, and stepped inside. The cold air scurried into the room, but Zoë cite slammed the door behind her. The wind blew over Darien, and he muttered something in his sleep, but simply turned to face the cushions.
Zoë cite approached him, looming over his form, eyes deep in thought. According to Beryl, that little girl, Serena Tsukino was Sailor Moon, and this boy, Darien Chiba, was Tuxedo Mask. Serena was also the Moon Princess, and if Beryl presumed right, Darien would also be Prince Endymion. Zoë cite couldn't help but snarl. Queen Beryl wanted the Prince, for whatever reason it may be.
How Beryl had discovered their identities, Zoë cite wasn't sure. Of course, she had been very out of it when the Moon Princess had appeared, but she knew Beryl kept a close eye on them. The two must have revealed themselves at one point then. That's what Zoë cite presumed anyways.
Zoë cite huffed a bit, leaving him in his sleep, and began searching through his apartment. She'd noticed that the girl, Serena, had quickly taken hold of a locket before she'd come to face her. Zoë cite figured that must be her tool to change into the alter ego; Sailor Moon. That must mean Darien had some sort of transforming tool as well.
She searched high and low for anything that might remotely fit the part-but found nothing. She frowned deeply, eyes scanning the living room she re-entered. She'd searched every corner of this apartment, yet still found nothing!
"It must be somewhere." She hissed to herself. Her mind raced with what it might be, until her eyes landed on a bouquet of roses sitting ever so nicely in lovely little vase. Zoë cite smirked widely, eyes reflecting the humor. "Roses, of course" she said aloud as she approached the vase. She touched a few of them tenderly before once again scanned the room. And wouldn't you know it; there tucked into the pocked of a somewhat hideous green jacked hanging carelessly over a chair.
Zoë cite approached it, reaching in to take the small rose in her hand. "Such a pretty little thing" She said to herself, then stuffed the item into her pocket. Her eyes rose once more to the couch, and she circled around it, chuckling low as she watched the Prince of Earth for a moment. "Your queen awaits you, Prince Endymion." She said in sassy tone.
Darien stirred, and with groggy eyes, turned to look at whoever was talking. And even though his eyes registered that it was Zoë cite standing over him, arm raised high in the air, he couldn't escape her strike, and his eyes drooped closed once more as he fell into darkness.
Serena sniffled, her teeth chattering as she trudged on and on. She wasn't even half way there yet after all this time and hard work! She whined to herself, wishing for at least all her clothes. She also wished to have her friends at her side right now. She was scared. How could she possibly do this alone?
As she stopped to catch her breath, she glanced up at the palace. It looked so far away; Serena couldn't help but release a whimper.
"Not scared now are we?" Serena gasped, spinning on her heal, eyes darting around to find the carrier of the teasing voice. Her eyes landed a five extraordinarily beautiful woman, though obviously not human. They all had a particular tint to their skin, and had what seemed to be vines growing off their limbs.
"No," Serena snapped, huffing, "Who are you?" she asked wearily, trying to keep her eyes focused on them, without revealing the fear she harbored. Surprisingly, her palms began to sweat, even in the blistering cold. The woman in front, who was obviously the leader, snickered with a small laugh,
"We're the Doom and Gloom Girls," She chimed in an unusually high voice. She brought her fingers to her lips, resting her other arm across her waist, smirking devilishly at Serena as the other girls giggled behind her. "Now Princess Serenity," she said in a sweet voice as her fingers tickled her lips, "It's time for you to die."
One girl-who was mostly tinted blue-stepped out from behind her sister, her long silver hair swaying seconds behind her as she giggled softly. She took a moment before holding up her hand, then brought it down with a long stride as her icey vine came down to strike Serena.
Serena shrieked, eyes wide as she flung herself back, stumbling as she stared down at the vine that just missed her. She gulped with a hand to her mouth to prevent a gasp. She heard the girl huff, obviously displeased that she missed. She frowned, holding her hand up once more and striking again-but Serena darted to the side. They repeated this three more times before the woman grew horribly aggravated,
"You pest" She snarled, holding out both hands and thrusting the vines on her arms out. Serena yelped, turning and running as fast as her legs would allow. The vines approached her, and at the last second, Serena fell face first into the snow as the vines whirled past her.
"Finish her Adrianne," the leader said as the other girls grouped together around her, "You fail, you die." And with those words the girls disappeared, save Adrianne.
Adrianne winced, as if struck. She snapped her head to Serena, her dead beady eyes blazing with rage. She held out her arms threateningly as she loomed over the blonde.
"Come here you little wretch." She seethed. Serena whimpered, shoving snow aside frantically as she got back on her feet. She nearly slipped as she ran, but made a lunge forward, just barely catching herself. Adrianne laughed menacingly as she chanced after her, levitating only inches behind her. "Take this" She said, swinging her arm back and lashing a vine across Serena's back. Serena wailed out in pain as she fell to the snow, cold tears burning her eyes.
Serena pulled her locket out of the over shirt she wore, clutching it for dear life as she held her hand in the air while still trying to ignore the pain surging through her back.
"MOON PRISIM POWER" she shouted. Adrianne gasped as light engulfed Serena. She shielded her eyes of the blinding light and then rubbed the dots from them once the light died down.
"So your name's Adrianne?" A voice called. The blue alien beauty peered up through blurry eyes, staring at a strange warrior who stood in place of where her victim lay not seconds before. The girl smirked softly, holding her hand to the sky as she announced her name, "I am Sailor Moon!" She called, "And in the name of the moon, I with fight for love and justice, and vanquish you!" She declared. Adrianne blinked for a moment more, but then sneered with annoyance.
"Pest." She spat again, raising those arms as her vines extended outward wildly. With much effort, she swung them forward. Sailor Moon shrieked, hopping around like a grasshopper as she frantically dodged the endless assault. Adrianne easily grew bored of this though, "So you want to be stubborn huh?" The vicious alien beauty bellowed.
Sailor Moon stared up with wide eyes as Adrianne rose to the sky, her head fully back as she yelled out in aggravation. Her vines turned to ice as they released to their largest extent, and soared full speed at Sailor Moon.
Panic crossed her mind in the seconds she had to escape. What could she do? How could she beat this wicked girl? Sailor Moon grunted softly the moment the vines hit the ground below her. She rose at the knees, and bolted forward on tip toe. She vines dove into the ground beneath her as she practically flew up toward Adrianne. The wide eyed alien didn't even scream as Sailor Moon released her tiara from her extended hand. It sliced right through Adrianne, and by the time Sailor Moon plummeted to the ground with a thud, the ice vines, and Adrianne, were dust.
Sailor Moon couldn't believe it. She had won? She had won!
"I won!" She announced in a victorious manor. She bounced around happily, clapping her gloved fingertips together.
"Don't be so sure about that Sailor Moon." A voice hissed behind her. Serena's face fell as she slowly turned to stare into the beady eyes of another Doom and Gloom sister. This one was standing just behind Adrianne at the time Sailor Moon had seen all the sisters together. She smiled mockingly. "So you killed Adrianne." She stated with a small laughed, "That's alright, she was weak anyway."
Sailor Moon gasped at that statement, but didn't have time to question how on Earth she could just blow off a dead sister, for the alien continued. "I'm Violette" She piped. She crossed purple arms over her purple chest before flipping short dark brown hair over her shoulder. She giggled to herself, licking one of her fingers with delight, "You look positively delectable." She teased.
Sailor Moon could only cower as Violette released her purple vines. They were much faster than Adrianne's as they jabbed into the ground one after another. Sailor Moon scurried around the snow, missing many by just a heartbeat. She was holding up fine until one finally clipped her. Sailor Moon screeched the moment it penetrated her shoulder. Her blood immediately soaked the surrounding area, and a flew droplets fell to the snow as Violette dragged Sailor Moon to her level hanging only on that vine.
Sailor Moon tried to ease the pain that action caused her shoulder by grasping the vine and pulling her weight on her other arm, but it was to no avail. Hand still gripping the vine, Violette approached her, a smirk crossed over her lips.
"Poor little Moon Princess." She taunted, licking her lips again, "Does it hurt?"
"Yea" Sailor Moon blurted, "But this will hurt more." Though painfully, Sailor Moon gripped the vine holding her up with both hands, and with all her might, forced the energy from her locket to radiate through the vine, straight into Violette. The amethyst alien screamed out in pain as she flailed around, dropping Sailor Moon into the snow once more, and disappearing in a flash of light.
A few fragments of dust were all that remained of her.
Sailor Moon struggled to her knees, gripping her wounded shoulder. It pulsed with pain and tears pricked her eyes, but in this cold, crying would make those tears hurt more. Without any other choice, Sailor Moon marched forward. It would be much easier for her to fight if she got out of this horrid snow storm. So running to Beryl's fortress seemed to be her only option.
What took Sailor Moon a half and hour to travel half way to the palace took her only five minutes to finish. She breathed a sigh of relief as she approached. Her skin was turning purple, and her lips were blue and quivering.
"Finally" She spat. She stepped forward, fully prepared to enter the deadly darkness of the Dark Kingdom when the ground shook beneath her.
"Are you cold Miss. Moon?" Sailor Moon frantically began to search for the holder of the voice, but only found herself going around in circles.
"Where are you?" She demanded with fists clenched.
"Why? Did you want to join me Sailor Moon?" The voice asked, "It's quite comfortable down here." At that statement, red vines swept up from the ground, encircling around Sailor Moon and gripping tightly to her skin. She felt the ground cave in beneath her, and air swept up through her body as the vines drug her underground. Her screams did nothing for her as she found herself hanging by only the vines that held her body still.
Another Doom and Gloom sister, this time with a crimson colored tint to her skin, and long flowing white hair. "Well, Well, Well" she teased, hand rested on her cheek as she stared Sailor Moon eye to eye, "You're certainly not what I expected." She huffed a bit, dismissing her thoughts as she continued on, her hands gesturing nonchalantly as she spoke. "This is all they could manage?" She asked, examining Sailor Moon's body as she circled around her.
She traveled all the way around, inspecting the wound that tore straight through her shoulder. There was no wound on her back, for that would be there when she returned to her human form. The sister sighed with dismay. "Well, Adrianne and Violette were always the weaker ones." With another shake of the head, she drew back. Sailor Moon took that time to get a good look at her surroundings.
It looked like a tomb of Ice. No doubt these were the catacombs of the Dark Kingdom. Mangled and abused bodies were tossed about. Most were near the soot that surrounded a shadowy pit directly below Sailor Moon. Chances were, dead bodies were tossed down there; for it seemed a lot of that space was needed for the people frozen in was looked to be ice, or merely crystals. Sailor Moon spotted the familiar face of Jedite. So that was what had become of him.
"Oh, you know him?" The sister commented, leaning a hand on Jedite's block of ice. She must have been following her gaze. The sister sneered a bit, "Yes, such a pity." She said, her voice lowering as she leaned down, arms encircling the crystal, "He was a strong one" She paused, "And devilishly handsome too" She added, a smirk on her face as she gazed lustfully into his face through the ice. After a moment of her admiring, she huffed once again, tossing her arms in the air. "All the good ones, such a pity" she repeated.
She left the Jedite sculpture and floated only inches away from Sailor Moon, "Besides, you have other things to worry about, don't you Miss. Moon?" She seethed, raising an arm and snapping one of her vines on the cold ice with a demonic glint in her blood-thirsty eyes.
Sailor Moon didn't even think to respond, for by the time her tongue caught up with her racing thoughts, the sister had pierced her other shoulder with her vine. Sailor Moon shrieked at the pain, gritting her teeth together. The fiery girl didn't stop there though. She held out two more vines, both slamming full force into her sides.
Sailor Moon grimaced. The sister just kept striking. One vine after another until finally her bruised skin began to break. Sailor Moon's body cried in pain, hunching over in the vines that bind her in air.
"Remember this Sailor Moon," The sister seethed, now very intent on following her queen's orders, "As the day the Gloom and Doom sister, Rosso, killed you." And with that, Rosso's hot, sweltering vines coiled round Sailor Moon's body, and subtly began to glow. Sailor Moon realized what was happening right away as the heat from the vines began to burn her skin and warm her clothes.
Sailor Moon squirmed, but the vines held her so tightly, breathing soon became a difficult task, and it seemed the struggling only worsened her predicament.
"Oh, does it hurt?" Rosso taunted with crossed arms and a pout pulled on her lips. She only laughed after that though, voice high and mighty. 'This is hopeless', Sailor Moon's minds screamed and her eyes began to tear. This didn't go unnoticed to Rosso though. "Aw, you want the pain to stop little princess?" the fiery sister asked as she raised her hands in the air. "Why don't we see if we can arrange that for you" Her vines constricted, and tightened around Sailor Moon.
"Stop" She pleaded, as she let out a wail of agony. Rosso merely laughed as Sailor Moon's cries filled a cavern. Soon though, Rosso noticed how loud the girl's yelps were becoming.
Her laughing ceased as she stared at the Moon Princess who was screaming out in pain. The jewel on her tiara began to sparkle, and the center of her ondago's decorations began to light up. Rosso narrowed her eyes with curiosity. "Just what are you doing?" She asked, though it was so low, it was more so to herself.
Sailor Moon's screams began to bounce off the walls in the grotto, and before Rosso knew it, they'd even formed into small energy waves. Rosso clamped her hands over her ears, gritting her teeth with annoyance. "Stop that!" She hollered, "Stop that hideous noise!" a wail escaped the demon's lips, and she lashed another vine out randomly. The vine missed Sailor Moon entirely, and instead, sliced a large amount of the vines binding her before impacting with the wall of the cavern.
Rosso's eyes went wide when she'd realized what she'd done. Sailor Moon's cries turned into yelps as the vines constricting her released their hold, and she began to fall into the darkness of the catacombs. Rosso was much too preoccupied to care as she evaded the tumbling boulders falling from the cave walls. Her eyes darted around frantically as she reached to preserve some of the souls incased in eternal sleep. She soon found it to be a lost cause, and left them to become rubble.
"Too bad…" she mused, casting a glance to Jedite, incased in crystal.
"Too bad for you" Rosso turned with questioning eyes, but the only thing she saw was a wave of pink light as it enveloped her. She screamed out in pain, but it was abruptly cut short as she, almost too quickly, turned to dust.
Sailor Moon lowered the crescent wand, and stood straight. Her once battle-ready stance was dropped, and though her shoulders were slumped, she stood in victory. In the cave above her, the rubble of the explosion was still falling, completely blocking out her exit, and if she didn't find an alternative way out soon, the catacombs might be destroyed too.
There was no light, but her eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness quickly. The first thing she laid eye on was the mounds of flesh, piled high against the walls. Sailor Moon brought a hand to her mouth to muffle a gasp. The stench took only a second more to reach her nose, and she began to gag. The scent of death and decay was thick in the air.
At this point, Sailor Moon had only one objective: To get the heck out of there
She bolted off the balls of her feet, running through the soiled conduits. Ahead of her, she swore she could see a light. Long thick pillars made it hard to see, but she pursued on, certain if she followed it, that it would be the key out of here.
She rounded another pillar, and spotted it: a flight of stairs. Who knew what was up there, but who cared. As long as it wasn't down here. She headed straight forward, which only resulted in tripped over her own feet. Sailor Moon shrieked as she fell roughly to the ground. She didn't curse, but grunted displeasingly to herself as she forced her good arm to get her back up.
Her soot covered lids blinked away ashes, and directly before her, a small scorpion crawled itself out from a maggot covered body. Sailor Moon didn't hold back her scream. She pushed herself up, paying no heed to the ache in her arm as she made a mad dash for the stairs.
Her face twisted in horror though the moment she laid eyes on yet another one of the sisters. This one was most certainly to most beautiful of them all. Olive colored skin was graced with thing gold chains over her rings and neck. Long, glittering earrings dangled from pointed ears that peeked out of dark emerald hair.
Her hair itself was marvelous as it cascaded down over her nude body. The soft silky threads weren't meant to cover her, for she was obviously very comfortable with her nudity. The other sisters had been barely covered in the first place, but this girl held no shame. Though, Sailor Moon could see why she wouldn't. She had a perfectly molded body.
"So," she began with a low and seductive tone. "You're the little wench causing so much trouble are you?" She asked, though it was much more of a statement. She stepped lightly over the dirty floor. She held such grace it was almost like she wasn't touching the ground at all. Sailor Moon was memorized by this. She pushed herself up from the ground wearily, eyes reflecting her insecurity. The sister smiled at this, "I'm Clover." She said. She blinked slowly, long lashes tickling her cheeks as she kissed one of her many golden rings. Strange that she wore jewelry instead of clothes.
Clover grew very quiet, eyes closed in thought. Her fingers remained to her lips though, and it wasn't until she opened her eyes that they fell in fists to her sides. "Now Sailor Moon, I won't be so easily defeated." Her statement was simple, but Sailor Moon was horrifically frightened. Clover's power level was so high, that it flooded all of Sailor Moon's senses. Her aura was as thick as the air, and as heavy as the scent of death. As a matter of fact, it was as if her energy and the air coincided. Kindred, if you will.
Clover said nothing more, having only one motive for being here, which, much to Sailor Moon's misfortune, was to rid her Queen of the nuisance that carried the Silver Crystal. And she was doing quite a good job of it. Sailor Moon screamed as loud as her little lungs would allow as she ran from the leafy vines reaching out to strike her. And then it happened. One caught her leg, leaving reddened, barely broken skin. Then another, and another after that, and before she knew it, she'd been stuck 7 times, each leaving a burning sensation against barely covered skin.
"Painful isn't it?" Clover said softly, approaching a quivering Sailor Moon, who was hunched over to nurse a wound, unaware her attacker was right behind her. "Little Princess…" She mused softly. Sailor Moon gasped, realizing how close the voice was. She whirled around so quickly that she stumbled backward. She kicked her feet against the ground, leverage herself to push away. Clover hissed violently at this, and she fell to her knees, reaching out and snagging Sailor Moon by the chin. "Wench…" she seethed through sharp fangs.
Sailor Moon was shocked. Her body hurt so badly, she just couldn't respond. And as of now she was pinned under the Doom and Gloom sister, Clover. She was at the woman's disposal. Tears welled in her eyes. She wouldn't luck out on this one. She had no more tricks up her sleeve. She was done for.
Clover never released her chin as she examined the blonde's face. Deep olive lips frowned deeper, if that were even possible. Her beady eyes shimmered with interest though. "You think you're so pretty don't you?" she snapped. "You wench, don't you!" After her outburst, she released Sailor Moon's chin only to slap her, then held her firmly again. Though this time, she leaned down, pressing those beautifully full lips to Sailor Moon's blue, quivering ones.
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Reason quickly returned to her, and Sailor Moon looked sharply down at the alien, who was not so quickly collecting herself. In fact, she was completely distracted! Her vines were loosed and with all her strength, Sailor Moon brought both fists down against the back of Clover's neck. Both of them fell to the ground with a thud, though Sailor Moon was the only one to get up. And without a moment's hesitation, she fired her tiara at the coconscious beauty. She was gone with an instant.
Sailor Moon was now adjusted to the smell that reeked the whole room, so she stole a few extra minutes to fasten her ripped shirt to her locket. It wasn't perfect, but at least she wouldn't be fighting Beryl exposed…
Her eyes moved to the stairs again, and she sighed. Today was a very long day…