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.
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. 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.
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. 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.
