Darien Shields. He was known as a cross between anti-social and out going among college buddies. He walked a thin line between them both. He NEVER talked about his upbringing or even much of himself, the inside of his apartment was the target of jokes for almost all that knew him, because he refused all suggestions of people ever coming over. He never talked about anything that might have been bothering him, though you could see the dark expressions of secrets in his features whenever his attention was focused on something. Also, he hated to lose. You could compete with Darien Shields at his worse sport, game, or test, and he'd never give up until you were utterly defeated. If he loss, he'd put on a polite smile, but those that knew him, could see him berating himself for missing that last strike, or not getting that one question, and he was almost always gone to mysterious places until late in the night, often missing appointments and group meetings.

And yet people liked him. He was a great listener in a time where everyone loved to talk. His advice was always helpful and highly respected, and he was always quick with a joke, and loved to help people. His high morals kept him and anyone who hung out with him out of any trouble, and you could count on him to help in whatever you needed help with, studies, life problems, sport techniques, the list goes on.

No one could know of the secret life he led behind the scenes. Fate had him destroying monster at night by the side of friends that he could never be completely sure of. It was only recently when this new person appeared out of no where into his life, that things started to change. Tuxedo Mask was no longer the best fighter for good, but when this new arrival had joined he had set Darien up with his allies permanently. He found they were all trustworthy and, like him, always looked to do what was right. One of them knew almost all there was to know about him, knowing her since they were only children. He was remembering her in his life more and more recently. She was his best friend at a small age, when the only friends he thought he had were imaginary. (heh ;p, gee, I'm not referring to any movie there…)

She knew about the orphanage, and knew about his secret life as Tuxedo Mask. She was there trying to comfort him during any bad situation that came around in his life. He now protects her. He found himself fighting now, less and less for the Moon Princess and more and more for her. The Moon Princess's cries in his dreams seemed to be growing more calm, as if he was somehow closer to her, and her crying to free her less desperate.

He suddenly jumped out of the way of the large, white humanoid, wolf as it pounced. He used the tree to ricochet himself into another tree opposite the one he just jumped off of. As he did a rose flew at an amazing speed toward one of the vines coming down. The vine snapped, and the audible groan of a tree was heard as it fell over between him and the oncoming, and desperate wolf. The wolf broke it to pieces in fury as it lost sight of its prey once again. Darien smiled, he had set traps up all through this area of the forest for most of the week. He had started it that first night, hoping to find some way to capture the beast. All of his efforts at that had proven futile and useless, the thing just had too much brute strength, and pure speed, that he was sure it would tear a freight train to shreds if it were to charge it head on. But he found it worked as a distraction. Many times the creature nearly had him, and he would set off his traps like the falling oak, to stall for enough time to get away.

He noticed though, that he had to use the traps less and less. He had three main strengths over the creature, despite all of the strengths it had over him. First was that its eyesight, though excellent for long distances, catching movement, and seeing in the dark, could not see colors. This allowed him to move among the black mud, and dark shades of trees much more easily than in other places. By staying near the swampy bog that was there, he found he could disappear to the creature's sense of sight.

Second was its sense of smell. It obviously had unbelievable sensitivity to its nose, it was something to remember when he had to go toe to toe with it. More than a few times, had he tagged a hit to its nose, and managed to get to a more defensive position, or even stall it long enough to evade its sight once again. It's strong sense of smell also could be fooled, and used. Darien had decided to use himself as a lure. That meant keeping it distracted. That's exactly what he did. He used a sharp stone to cut himself open, and he traced his blood throughout a good amount of all of the surrounding area around its cave. It was being driven insane with the scent of him, because to a predator like him, it was the strongest smell he could produce. Also by doing so, it could no longer use his scent to find him, him and the tree next to him would smell exactly alike. Darien had managed to become invisible to both, its sight and its sense of smell. The senses of taste and touch could not help it in such a situation, so four out of five senses had been negated.

Third and finally, was its instinct. It ran completely by it. That meant if it was in absolutely any immediate danger, it would forget about its prey, and look out for itself. An example would be the big oak that nearly landed on him. He had his prey in arms reach, and could have grabbed it easily, and the tree MAY have been enough to scratch it. But when it fell, all of its attention went straight to the tree, forgetting its hunger momentarily, in case of danger to its life. It always chose to dodge rather than take necessary damage.

Darien had survived this way for two weeks. He managed to get the police to leave some human food by the road, always enough for 6 meals were left there for him. He had no time to go home. He had covered himself in mud and pine needles trying to hide his scent, and every night he'd cut himself and trace his blood along certain trees, bushes, and plants. All of the most dark places in the wood, that would remind the creature of what he looked like. It was working, and the creature grew more desperate with each passing day. Its reactions were starting to get slower, its strength weaker, it needed more time to rest and recover from its hunts for him, while Darien adapted to his surroundings more and more. He would strike out of no where, the creature would be caught off guard for awhile, and the moment it started to get an upper hand, as it always did, he would slip away, just as he had now. More than once had he been struck mortally several times as Tuxedo Mask, and actually had to fight this wolf demon as nothing more than Darien. Obviously they were the most tense times. One clip, and he'd be lunch, but he had survived. The fact that he was even able to survive like that, and still evade the creature, was truly something to behold. But this day, when the wolf woke up, it did something different.

The creature was not following the traces of blood he left for it. Instead it headed toward the city! It was still in the area Darien had planted traps around, but it was far from the bog, and his blood trails had long been passed. Now only his scent remained, there weren't any places to hide, and there were hardly any traps this far from the cave to distract it.

It didn't really matter anymore anyway. It would try if he came close enough, but it wasn't following his scent any more. It's steps grew desperate, and it bounded in large, and high long jumps towards the city. It was slower going because of its need for rest, and using energy became more of a task for it. If he took it in a toe to toe fight, he wouldn't win. He had a great gauge of his own powers now that he had to use them for pure survival countless times a day. He had to make himself forget how tired he was, despite his body being exhausted. He had to forget pain, as it only slowed him down. He had to think quickly of using his surroundings, and improvising, seeing how it gave him an edge in the fights, and he needed every edge he could find. But if the scouts and he united and fought, they just might bring this thing to its knees enough for Serena to heal it.

He had to make it back before the wolf, there was no time to waste. It was on the hunt, and he could act as a lure no longer. He took all the stops out and bounded toward Tokyo. He poured all of his strength in to pushing his legs. To the onlookers from miles down the road, he appeared as nothing more than a small black flea jumping through the many miles of wilderness.

Minutes felt like years, and hours felt like millennia. He would never know how long it took him, but he did know he arrived first. There wasn't much time though. The creature would stop earlier on, Darien could tell by the cycles the wolf creature had gotten into. He could see the temple now. That's where he'd find help.

"Damn!" he muttered, as his legs almost gave out on him. "So close… I'm almost there…"

He grunted as he tried to make the final leap on worn out legs. "I… made…" The words fell short. He fell into his exhaustion as he propelled himself through the air, he was asleep before the girls heard a thump outside their window.

Once again Artemis found himself inside the chamber that held Chad encased in glass. He stalked slowly in. Making absolute sure nothing had spotted him. He had some kind of delicacy in his mouth stolen from one of the plates of the Negaverse generals. He didn't know, or care which one. He was being as careful as he could, and many thought they saw some kind of white thing pop in and out of places. They never thought much about it though, thinking it was some sort of youma, or maybe one of the many other creatures that Beryl was summoning lately. His eyes were long used to of the silent black shadows that filled all of the corridors not lit by some unknown source of energy. The ones that did manage to see him, thought him some thing like a strange rat, and never bothered too much with him. It seems that most youmas never even knew what a cat was.

He was appreciative of that. Most knew that two "cats" served the enemy, but not many actually knew what this "cat" actually was. He managed to stay alive as well as he could by playing thief with food, and being careful to be out of the generals and Queen's sight.
"Man," He said in nothing more than a whisper, "What did I get myself into?"

He thought back to the fateful night where everything went nuts. He had snuck into one of the compartments of Daybreak's motorcycle. He was knocked unconscious during the crash. When he woke up, he squeezed his way out only to see Daybreak rush into a whole mess of lizards. Artemis was stunned for a moment before admiring his courage, and joining the fray. No one noticed the white blur zipping between legs, and sometimes jumping up to claw more sensitive parts of the face. Than nausea hit him, and he fell over sick, the air all around him bent and deformed. He woke up to the screams of more lizards, and gunshots. The mist in the area stopped him from seeing anything, but he knew, somehow, where they had ended up.

The lizards must have transported them into the Negaverse!

Then he stood stunned as something drummed through his ears, louder than the gunshots and explosions. A song. A horrible loud song about bleeding, and screaming. What he was hearing couldn't be real, could it? The heavy guitars, the drums, the beat flowing through him, where were they coming from?! Then…

Then the voice. Daybreak wailed the lyrics of the song as if there was only it and him. His actions were more brutal even than the youma, it reminded Artemis of the violence in the gang wars that Mina and him had been going after for years. There was no mercy in his actions, mercy would lead to his death, so there was only blood, the smell of gun smoke, and the heavy beat of the song. And Daybreak was drowning in it, anger and satisfaction for each one taken down, and there were so many down now, there was a smile in his eyes as he broke them. There was no mistake, he was enjoying this…

Who the hell was this guy?

He watched as he tried to blow the brains out of the last lizard, the gun barrel pushed far up into its mouth. He was out of ammo, and hadn't realized it yet. He had gone delusional, and he was just starting to come to his senses, only to lose them completely as he fell over unconscious from a combination of exhaustion and blood loss. It didn't take long for another of the Negaverse to find the battle scene. It was reported immediately.

Artemis remembered waiting, watching, and, following as they took Daybreak back to Beryl's headquarters. The sickening, looking cave, and scent of mildew on the stone walls. It went on for hours in a twisted maze of caverns, often with no lights to be found. When they had finally found light it was a dim, unnatural one that led its way into the room where he sat now. He hid behind the see-through coffin while Beryl made her intentions known. He watched as the plant like thing on the wall slowly seeped energy into the coffin, poisoning the mind of the young, wannabe rock star within. Artemis felt useless. In the amount of time he had spent there, he had been trying to memorize a way through the labyrinth of caves below, but it seemed like the wrong way could lead you on forever. Many precious hours were being lost just trying to find his way back to this room for the first week. The second week, he learned of the inner chambers, and the general's rooms. The generals all seemed to teleport to anywhere they went, so there was slim chance of running into any in the hallways.

Artemis was looking for a way out, and now that he was here, he thought to try to find a way in as well.

"Ironic." He whispered to the silent figure of Chad beside him. "All this time I've been trying to focus my senses to find negavibes, and now I have to try to focus my senses to find a place without them…" He thought he might have found a place like that too. It had less of negavibes than the places he found all around it, he just had no idea how to use this knowledge to his advantage.

As if in reply to Artemis, Chad grunted, but it obviously wasn't to signify he understood, he was almost completely under the control of the Negaverse now. Artemis watched as Chad writhed, whether because he was in pain or denial, Artemis didn't know. He heard voices coming from up the hallway leading to this room. For some reason Beryl never teleported as all the generals did. He didn't mind that too much, it gave him a moments notice to when she would enter the room, and this one, he was sure, was quite quickly becoming one of her favorites to visit.

"Tonight. He will be ready tonight. Have Zoicite go out with him, let her show him what needs to be done exactly. I will send a small troop of youma and nightmares with them. I want her to control the monsters, let my precious Daybreak go free style, from the information I received he seems to enjoy that, and we want to make him happy, don't we Malachite, I want you to relay my orders to be done to him. I do not believe Zoicite to be completely trustworthy as long as she continues this vendetta against this Tuxedo Mask."

"It shall be as you wish my Queen."

"Good, now leave. I will make sure our little surprise for the scouts is prepared."

"I will see to your orders immediately."

The chills down Artemis's spine told him the enemy of everything he stood for had entered the room.

"Ah, quite comfortable are we?" she smiled at the captured young man. "It won't be long now. Soon, you will rule at my side, only this puny world stands between me and the rest of this universe. Than you, my Prince of the Dawn, you shall rule with me until the ends of time, conquering all of the many universes together. We will search every dimension for the one that banished us all so completely, so easily… yes and after vengeance is ours, We will rule supreme! HAHAHAAAHAAHAHAAAAHAAAAAA!!"

The shrill laughter echoed of the walls of the cave and traveled down all of the caverns below. Artemis felt all his fur rise on end, but, something she said… get back at the one who banished them? Queen Serenity? No… she was dead… or maybe the Moon Princess? Yes! That had to be it! Than she wasn't captured yet! They still had a chance. He had to find his way back now, to give the girls the good news! Prince of the Dawn… now why did that seem familiar? But first… He watched and waited until Beryl had enough of teasing the unconscious young man, and left to look over the battle plans for that night.

Artemis had never went near the root-like objects leading to the glass coffin before. He knew that's how the energy was seeping into it, but he couldn't do anything about it. The roots looked strong, and he had to fear discovery. But now he had no choice. He had to provide some kind of chance for Chad to break free of their hold over him, and if this was his only chance, than he'd have to risk it. It didn't matter if he was caught, even if he did succeed in cutting the roots, they'd know someone had been there. They would be looking. After this was done, he'd head down to the spot from before and do his best to try to find a way out.

As soon as Beryl left the room, he ran over to the roots and picked them up in his mouth, the dirt and horrible taste to them, turned his nose up in disgust, but he didn't drop them. He pulled, all of his muscles were straining from the effort, but all that was happening was him tensing the roots. He pulled harder and the roots tensed more, but they didn't break, but they had moved, that was enough to let Beryl know someone had been tampering with it...

"Damn!" He thought, "They'll know I'm here and I won't even have helped him! I got to keep trying!"

He pulled ceaselessly against the strength of the roots, he managed to stretch them to the side of the coffin where he usually hid, but they just wouldn't let go…

His eyes widened in surprise as Zoicite teleported in. Only Beryl was allowed in this room! "C..c.. can't.. stop… nooowww…." He almost grunted, but managed to keep quiet, "I… almost… haaaave… iiiit…."

Zoicite walked over to the coffin, and looked down at the figure inside. "So your Beryl's new favorite plaything? Not much to look at. Good, less competition for me. Hey, what's this?" She noticed the pulling of the vines. Than she noticed who was pulling them.

"You!"

Artemis, finally let the grunt go as he used the roots to propel himself backwards underneath Zoicite's feet, just as she was reaching down for him.

Now there are a few inborn abilities cats have. The ability to hear a can opener from incredible distances away, an ability to purr and make you feel your the most comfortable you've ever been, as long as they feel comfortable. There is the uncanny ability to shed dark colored fur over light colored clothes, and light colored fur over dark colored clothes. But the more important inborn ability that gave Artemis an advantage in this situation was the ability to get under foot. Any cat owner will probably know what I'm talking about here. For all you non-cat owners, you'll just have to trust me on this. Now picture this ability when the cat is as intelligent as a human and has a large rope-like object in its mouth…

To put it short, Zoicite tripped, the root snapped from her extra weight, and Artemis ran down the hallway.

Now throw in the fact that the Negaverse generals never seemed to walk anywhere, it was actually because they would sometimes get just as lost as all the other youma and visitors in the caves. Not so great a thing when you need to keep the prestigious look a general has to keep, so when Beryl moved her base here, the generals tended to teleport anywhere they needed to go, instead of looking foolish enough to get lost. Of course to learn ones way around a place, getting lost is probably the best way to do so. You figure out all kinds of different things about places you never knew before by getting lost.

So as the facts stand Zoicite never got lost, and when she did walk, she stuck to the trails she knew by heart. Meanwhile Artemis spent most of his time lost in these caves, so it wasn't all together Zoicite's fault that Artemis managed to lose her quite easily in her own base. It's just that all these things were going against her at this time. She really is quite competent … sorta…

"Fate's wheel is turning…" She thought as she stood looking at the scene unfold below her. The appointed guardian of time stood, her green, lengthy hair reaching all the way to her ankles. "Yes I will do as you wish, but I do not understand. Everything is in order now, we have worked hard can we not just plan out a fate for Dimmer too?" She spoke in response to the voices only she seemed to hear.

(But because this is fanfiction, and I'd like people to understand what's going on, well… at least a little, lets go into her mind and actually listen in on their conversation.)

"Guardian do you question the Council?"

"No nothing like that, I just wish to understand."

The voices went silent. This is how it always was, speaking to her superiors. To Fate itself she spoke, and it took time to make a decision on how to answer even the most simple of questions. And what Setsuna was asking of them was far from a simple question. She was asking to be let in on their thoughts, something only herself and one other had permission to do. She was their greatest ally, trained by the Father of Time itself, in the secrets of time.

The other allowed to ask such things was being trained by the Council, for only they knew the secrets of space well enough to teach, but he had learned all the knowledge they could lend on the subject, and more. The secrets of the power of space were lost along with Father Time, and now being brought back by his adopted son. Setsuna was now Arkand's appointed guardian, as she was the guardian of the newest moon princess.

She tutored him in the ways of time now, and he had become almost as good with it as her. He looked like a mere boy, but when transformed, only her and Fate's powers could match his. And when his wings were brought out, there was only one that had ever lived that could match it. The one that made his wings, and taught her, the one Fate had hunted, outcast by the Great Moon Council he had helped to create, her ultimate betrayer. Father Time. And now once Arkand learned how to control them, his power would be incomprehensible, the power of time and space, just like Father Time himself. Even Fate wasn't strong enough to go up against such power, though only barely. She looked after both of them, Arkand, and Rini for the time being.

But in the silence as the council tried to come to a decision, her mind turned to her predecessor. She'd never forget a minute, no matter when it happened, she couldn't, she was the guardian of time. But the difference was, this was before she was the guardian, when she was just an apprentice. She watched as her thoughts replayed themselves, as she the death of Father Time.

"Hasten Child! All of the lives of these planets I have lived! I've gone and mastered time, and now I have none! Hasten! And bring your brother! He shall gain the power of space before it is too late for us all, and Fate gains the power."

"But I thought Fate was good! It's intentions are pure, are they not?" A much younger version of Setsuna carried the dark blue haired child inside the caves of the comet. No one knew of Father Time's home except the young boy she held in her arms, herself, and a white cat currently located on Venus. It was crowded with magical items, some weapons, some toys, mostly simple items. Some worked, some didn't, some would destroy the very fabric of space if fooled around with, No one would ever know which did what, except for the old man himself, and he didn't seemed concerned with any of it.

"My dear child, The best intentions can lead to the worst crimes imaginable, the worse part is people may not even know it's happened…" The old man spoke sadly. "Fate doesn't know what it does, nor sees the wrong it its ways. It's arrived and I am old, and not as powerful as I once was to fight it. And now I have made a means to travel and search out every dimension, I've made a means of passing on the powers of space! and it knows child, it knows! It's come from the cave, and it senses the power here. This place must be destroyed… I must… yes. It must come to that I'm afraid..."

"You're going to use the wings aren't you Father! But you can't! You said you couldn't… I wondered why you would bring Arkand, he is still too young! You said just last week he doesn't know enough to use it, but you will give him the wings anyway?

"Yes Child, yes. The wings of Valor must be given to him, and there is only one way to imbue him with the knowledge I hold to use them. Damn that council! If it wasn't for this heir business, the other dimensions could forever be safe. I should have known, it was Fate controlling them all along. He must arrived ages ago! I never seen it coming, Queen Serenity would have never… Poor Luna … Fate used her confusion against her... and now with these wings, Fate could go anywhere they wished! It would only take a few centuries to learn their workings than none would be safe from it deciding their life for them. I will not have it! Here…" He quickly pushed off all of the powerful items from off the table to the floor.

"Put him here Setsuna."

"Yes Father." She did so nervously, the blue haired boy was still asleep.

"Very good dear. I wish I could have kept my promise to you Setsuna. You would be a fine Guardian of Time." The old man's eyes smiled with amusement, "Even if I do say so myself… But now you must watch outside for Fate to come, stall him if you can, I need time, more time…"

"But Father!"

"Shhh…" He picked her up in a large hug, "Everything will be fine Setsuna, my dear Setsuna. Go with Fate my child, it will have use for you and the knowledge you carry. It will teach you more about time, do as it says. Some day, we may meet again, though neither of us may realize it at the time…" His eyes twinkled with knowledge of ages beyond and before this time.

"What do you mean Father?"

"Shh.. I've no time to explain child, all I have worked for will be lost if I do not move quickly. Now go! Prove to me you've learned all I have taught you, and give me the time I need. I know you can do it Setsuna, you were able to close the gates of time last I tested you, now it's through that same gate Fate travels from dimension to dimension, for that cave not only is a gate to time, but to space as well. It is how I found this dimension so long ago. It is the only other way than the wings of Valor to travel between dimensions. I should have known, I am old, I did not sense him enter this dimension, if only I had of known …"

"Yes Father…" She was not used to of him not explaining things when she asked. He almost always sat down and talked, and gave examples on how to do what ever she had misunderstandings about. To not have time to explain, she could tell he was worried.

"And Setsuna! Close the gates of time! Never let Fate through them again. Never let him leave this place! It is my last demand of you! Fail not in this or the ruin of everything will be upon all who live! One more battle… For sure this time it will be finished… forever…"

Setsuna raced out the door to look at the stars in the sky. She would make sure to spot any signatures of magic being given off. Her father raised her since she was three, teaching her the forbidden arts of messing with time. She was now thirteen and her brother in there, ten. She hoped he would be alright. Sure he picked on her, and had much of her teacher's attention, but that's what little brothers did, or that's what her teacher had told her. And she had to admit she would miss him if anything had happened to him. He wasn't her brother exactly, but her teacher picked him up when he was three, and she was only six, so they came to think of each other as a small family.

"There!" She watched the signature as it came closer, she took out her wand, given to her personally by Father Time. "For my teacher, the Father of Time! and for my brother! Arkand Mizumo! You won't come any further! Pluto Planet Power, Make up!" Swirls of magic surrounded her, and she was the guardian of time, Sailor Pluto!

"Daarrk Doomme CLOOOOOOOSSSEEE!" She channeled her power through that of the comet she stood on. It was the reason Father Time chose to live on it. The asteroid held a power of its own, being able to reach any part of the universe with the magic used by Father Time. Her magic was the same as his, and she used it as he would. The asteroid recognized the power and sent it to where it wanted go, faster than light it went. The gates would be closed before Fate could get back to it.

She fell down, exhausted by the strain of magic.

Then a man stood before her. Shirtless and in black pants, with his white hair flowing youthfully down to the middle of his back. He looked toward the light of the comet as it propelled the young girl's power to the other end of space from whence he came. His eyes were dark blue, and reminded her of the oceans of earth. He looked down upon her with a smile that bespoke only of gentle kindness. His body was that of a full grown man, a warrior, Father Time looked so brittle compared to him.

"Why do you fight us little girl?"

"I am not a little girl! I am Sailor Pluto! Heir to the Guardian of Time! Taught by Father Time himself!"

"My apologies." He bowed low, and chuckled to himself, "I did not know I was speaking to such an important one."

"You cannot enter! My teacher wishes no words with you!"

"We do not want to harm one of this dimension's residents. But Father Time is under suspect, we believe he is the old one that has committed many crimes, murderer of a thousand worlds over, and has fought us for our good will for all. Is the realm he created for himself?"

"You… You are Fate?"

"We are the Council of Fate. Yes my child, we control the power of destiny. It was a gift given to us to prevent what happened to our universe, to happen to any other."

"W… What happened?"

"Man's hate of each other. His distrust, his failure to learn from disaster, it destroyed us all. My apologies child, I will discuss this more, when I have time." He went towards the door.

"No! You can't!" Setsuna struggled back to her feet, "Time Barrier!" and the door was covered in light, as Setsuna nearly fainted in her efforts to bar the way.

Fate looked closely at the light covering the door. "A simple time barrier. To cross through would be less than a second to me but an hour to anyone else. You are quite the little one, aren't you?"

A sudden wail of pain from inside took both of their attention. "Father!"

"Father? Here, let me help you up young one, go see if you can help him! Hopefully he hasn't done anything drastic at the sign of my coming." He helped Setsuna to her feet, she had forgotten all about keeping Fate out, he seemed nice, maybe her teacher was mistaken? But the only thing on her mind then wasn't the hands helping her up, it was the sound of her Fathers scream that came within their home. Quickly she dispersed the light in the doorway, than ran into the messy abode.

"So you are here Nightfall. This is your refuge? I hope it was pleasant. Enough dimensions have you sealed me from, I will not allow you to let chaos to roam freely! Do you here me?!" Fate was torrent with rage at the old man, "Now

Father time stood shakily, drawing a golden trimmed, swiveled black bladed dagger from where it was sheathed in his own chest. It was drenched with his blood, from where he had stabbed himself.

"You fool me not Fate, the wings are what you seek, not vengeance, but the power I hold. You'll never have it to call your own. I curse you…" he gasped for air and steadied himself by the table where the young boy slept. "You'll not have my secrets… I will stop you."

"What are you doing? Trying to run away again? That dagger! Put it down! Nightfall!!!"

At that the old man took the dagger and stabbed it down into the chest of the boy. The boy woke up and screamed, he writhed with agony as the old man fell lifeless to the floor. The boy watched gasping for breath between the screams, he couldn't stop himself from screaming. No words were included until he seen the crying girl rushing over to him. She tried to pull out the dagger but it was slowly digging itself further into his chest.

"SETSY!!" He screamed out and fell back against the bed repeating her name in screams of agony.

Setsuna cried as she continued to try to pull the dagger out of him. But it continued to sink in despite all of her efforts, her hands were now slippery from blood . To her surprise the man called Fate was at her side pulling with all the strength he had, trying to help her brother, but still it sank in.

"SETSY!! IT .."*Gasp* "IT HURTS!!" *Heave* "PLEASE!" *Gasp* STOP IT…!!"

"ARKAND!!" She cried out as the dagger sank further in, even up past the hilt. It continued to sink, drawing a great wind all around. She felt the strong arms of Fate wrap around her, holding her down as he braced himself against a wall. The room twisted and turned, and the boy sat up, large angel like wings sprung from his back.

"Arkand…" Setsuna looked on in awe. Her teacher had put the wings in him before he stabbed him. Why? Why was all this happening?

"The Wings… the Wings of Valor!" Fate spoke in awe himself, in voice of one who looks upon an angel, all the breath taken from his lungs.

Then quickly the wings shifted of their own accord, and a substance that could only be described as space itself. Enveloped her brother, she seen it before, it's what her teacher used to travel across the borders of dimensions.

"This is the magnitude of their power! Incredible!" Fate cried out.

Setsuna wasn't too concerned with the power though, she was, after all, surrounded by great amounts of it all her life.

"SEEEETSSSSSYYYY!!!" Her brother screeched, reaching out for her before disappearing completely in the void of space he was becoming part of. It was the last time she would ever see her adopted brother Arkand Mizumo, again. She hated it when he called her Setsy, but she would have done anything to hear him call her that, just once more as he ran happily through their little home. She lost her little family that night…

"SETSY!"

"Huh?" Setsuna was snapped out of her memories as Arkand ran into the room. It was a picturesque scene as Rini chased after him, trying to put her hand over his mouth, and holding a toy in her other hand. "Setsy, *mumble*" He licked the inside of Rini's hand as she tried to hold it over her mouth.

"Oooo, yuck!" Rini quickly wiped off her hand on the rug, while Arkand continued to speak.

"Setsy! Rini won't share!"

"Tattle tale! Unh!" she grunted as she binged Arkand off in the forehead with the toy.

"Ow… Setsyyyy!!" He pointed at Rini.

"Rini! Stop that, it's very important you learn to share!"

"But he already has one of them! I made it for him!"

"Arkand?"

"It's PINK! I can't play with PINK toys!" He climbed up to whisper in her ear, "Everyone will think I'm a girl!"

Setsuna couldn't help but laugh, as she set Arkand down. "Listen you two, I'm busy here. Why don't you two go play out doors, I'll come get you after I'm done."

"YAYYY!" They both ran out Rini saying that she'd race him, and Arkand tripping while trying to catch up.

Setsuna smiled softly. It was to her surprise when Fate came out of nowhere, and plopped her long lost adopted brother into her lap, and told her to teach him the secrets of time. In his transformation, as Night's Valor, Arkand had all the intelligence of a grown man, but when not transformed... he was no more then her brother of ten, from so long ago. Of course she wouldn't refuse. After her teacher died, she was taken in, raised, and taught by Fate. She still never understood what happened those many years ago. But lately, with the disruption of Fate's wheel, and the arrival of this Dimmer character, many questions she had of her own past were coming out. It had been taking Fate even longer to decide on what he could tell her. That made her suspicious, Father Time had always answered quickly. But than again, Father Time had stabbed her brother in the heart and sent him away, while it was Fate that brought him back to her, even if he didn't remember who she was, or their time together.

"Fate warns me about distrust, but I'm so confused by all of this." She leaned back and sighed. Being the guardian of time, and usually so sure about everything she did, confusion was far from a welcome guest. And confusion for her meant ill news for everyone else.

Than out of the blue the voices reappeared in her mind, just like they always did.

"Guardian, we've come to a conclusion. It is our judgment you should know the truth to why we force this upon the one they call Dimmer.."

"Thank you for your trust wise Council…"

Sailor Moon says:

"Oh wow! What an episode! Wait a darned minute here! The scouts didn't get any air time at all!"

"There are other people here then just you Serena." Luna protested quickly trying to calm down the girl before…

"Yeah Meatball Head! Learn how to share!"

Luna sighed as Rei and Serena broke into another argument. "It is quite important to learn to share, and be considerate of other people's feelings, even if it isn't a trait of some of our most prominent scouts. It's more then just toys, but time, friendship, and many other important things that we have to learn to share."

"I couldn't agree more." Serena giggled as she stopped arguing with Rei, and picked up Luna.

"Yeah, you never know, a little bit of sharing can go a long way, and might even make a big difference in someone's life." Rei smiled while scruffing up Luna's fur.

"After all, Sailor Moon Says!" the three smile into the camera

Next time on:

Sailor Moon

A Change in Fate: Dimmer Chronicles!

Fates one weakness?!

The Fight begins!

Sailor Pluto vs Knight's Valor?!

Lita's lost love come back?

A wolf's life!

All this revealed in the next chapter: Clash of Titans! Part 1 of 3

See ya there!!!

Reality Check:

Mitchell unloosened the tie they put on him, and undid his top collar buttons. He really couldn't stand suits. He didn't feel anything like himself. He slipped off his over coat, and took a sip of the water beside him as he listened to the speaker up on the platform. The same one who had been speaking for the last fucking half an hour, while the weather threatened to turn him into little more then a friggin' puddle… He'd been waiting a bloody hour for them to get to their freakin point and they've yet to do so, and not for the first time he thought about goin up there, pushin' the blowhard outta the way, and just make the fuckin request for them.

The windbag went on about the repetitive junk they had already told everyone four or five times now, and had made headlines for the past week. About how the universe itself had a certain code it was made by. The genetic code, was a lot more then anybody ever thought it could be. It could be a source of power if taken the time to learn, it could alter the universe, and demonstrated the most complicated thing they had made yet, turning dirt into a different kind of dirt. Of course everyone else was stunned, but Mitchell had learned about it back when Jamie first told him. It was old news.

The real subject of this speech, was that they had, in fact, made some progress in an actual translation of the genetic code. This information was valuable, and the U.N. had agreed that it should be put under world security. There was so much security at Nasa now, that it was totally unfit. Hardly room for the scientist to do their work. There was no problems of it leaking out on to the net, there was a room full of top of the line computers connected together, but to no where else. No wiring was allowed in or out of this room. It had it's own generator, and everything. Besides being sound proof and closed in with blast doors.

It had been nicknamed 'The clicking room.' Due to the fact that was the only sound you heard coming from inside. Some thought it was due to some wiring, or the generator inside, others thought it was due never ending clicking of computer boards from the inside. Only the architects that built the place could tell ya for certain and most had died of old age long ago. The room was meant for something else, and was converted to this later. In the end it didn't matter what people thought it was, though he himself went for the generator clicking theory, what mattered was what was inside couldn't get out by any means. And that was what concerned everyone. This room was undergoing some more renovations as they spoke, allowing for more workers, and more security measures. The reason? Nasa was about to request something no one was expecting.

There was only one type of person that would be able to crack the code, and they were well on their way to doing so, but cracking it was to be much different then actual use of it. They needed experts, people that could spend long tedious hours of clicking away at computers, correcting mistakes, trouble shooting, and just plain typing. They needed to be experts in the arts of piracy, and electronics, along with radio waves, phone lines and any other thing that could relate to computers. They had a few of their own, but they were all on security watch. It was a job they couldn't afford to outsiders, because a security leak could suddenly shift everything they'd ever known.

Knowledge was power. It was an old wise saying, but it never held so much truth, when dealing with information that could alter reality without limitation.

They needed help, more people to work on it, they just didn't have enough. But putting them on security would be out of the question, it would risk everything, but should they give them the knowledge that these people set out to find out freely, they could still control them, control who knows these things… It didn't have to be people they could trust, just someone they could control. If they were fortunate they'd find someone who was both. But the bastards couldn't just come out and say it could they? They had to re-explain everything before letting out the announcement… and Mitchell had enough…

Jamie sighed and shook his head as he watched a frustrated Mitchell suddenly stand up during the middle of the press conference and tap the current speaker on the shoulder.

He couldn't help but chuckle a little though, as Mitchell glared the old man down.

"Would ya just shut up?! Your like a continuous fart that just won't stop! Here, Let me get to the freakin' point that every fuckin' person here was waiting for you to come to!" The flash of cameras, and laughter from the crowd, and a couple of cheers, and scowls alike were what Mitchell turned to face as he looked at the audience… he paused for a second a quick case of butterflies in his stomach hit him as he stared directly into TV cameras that over half the world was listening to… he kinda wondered how they were going to translate what he just said…

Everyone waited as the crowd calmed down a little thinking he was waiting for silence before continuing. He swallowed then berated himself inside his head, he looked back up to the crowd and was about to say something, but the words weren't coming… He closed his eyes and visibly forced himself to calm down too… for the cameras it just looked more or less like he was calming himself away from one serious rant he was about to go on about.

He looked at the cameras again and realized the nervousness, hadn't gone away… aw fuck it…

"Let me try to summarize what this unnecessarily long speech is about. You all already know about all that shit that has to do with the genetic code eh? Well what we need is people that can help us put this stuff to use, and there is a specialized type of people we're looking for. So this entire broadcast goes out to all of you hackers that think you're the best, you got fame and fortune here and waitin' for ya, with anything ya ever done wiped off yer records, with only one prerequisite." At this Mtichell smirked, "can ya keep a secret?"

End Notes:

Hart -   actually no, not writer's block Hart, just a little vacation. The reality checks were really starting to get annoying to write during the editing stage, so I wrote them all up at once, but since they weren't as easy to write as the rest of the chapters believe it or not. This chapter is the introductory of probably the most goriest fight scene I'll ever do, and it last three chapters long!! Of course that means some pretty nasty cliffhangers… worried about how long it'll take? The editing is already done. There'll be a two week interval between each chapter (giving me to time to work ahead) give or take a day or two.

Hopefully it won't take so long eh? Sorry 'bout that…

Himitsu no hi – I never get tired of seeing your name repeat itself on my review board =D glad ya like Father Time, cause, as you may have noticed, he plays a rather large part. Thanks always for the encouragement!!

Author's Notes – Well everyone, I updated again. I'm gonna have to ask yas again to tell me if this fic is too violent for pg13, you'll see why in the up and coming chapters.

My apologies for taking so long to update, but the summer was full of good byes for me, and little time for anything else other than hanging with me friends. Despite college, my fic should be updated on a two week interval for the time being, but it may not last long due to huge amounts of projects. See yas all on the next update.

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