Oh and Henry Poole is a real guy, more notes about it later on. I apologize to the Cundey family if I paint him badly. Benjamin Disraeli is too, he wrote the book Endymion.

Just one note before the story really starts-- Minako only was bitter about not being able to change her hair when she punched the papers out of the scoop. Besides the Auntie comment--that kid could get a haircut! Minako was jealous.

But the true story starts on that fateful day when she found out that Chibiusa had come from the future and while Chibiusa watched Rei and Usagi chase each other, Minako snatched the key from the small cotton candy-headed soldier. Chibiusa being from the moon family would not have any trouble with her transformation! Afterall, Usagi managed to grow out her hair from the time she started as a Sailor soldier, it was one of the side effects of having the ginzuishou to use! She could grow her hair and do anything to it she desired.

So she took the key from Chibiusa. The girl was quite distracted with finding a friend anyway to care about her space-time key. This is what happened when Minako was missing for those few days she wasn't around.

She used the Space-time key, she was about to open the sky, when Artemis caught her. But it was too late, she cried out Chronos's name. And she was off through time. She wanted to find the person who designed these Sailor Suits--they probably programmed the pens, which meant she could change her hair.

Mr. Poole looked around his shop, satisfied that it was securely closed for the day. He'd done some really good business today. He sighed and thought of his friend Benjamin Disraeli, who had been pleased with his last suit.

He had been laying out a suit for a young boy. It was a special request from his mother--she was quite a sweet lady, but she didn't know what she wanted exactly, but her husband was in the Royal Navy. He wasn't sure what he exactly wanted to do either, but he had cut out the pieces regardless.

That's when there was a strange girl that stood outside of the shop. Her skirt was far too short and she was talking to what looked like a white cat. She was knocking on his window. He looked at the box of cigars and thought that perhaps he had one too many today.

She continued, so he went up to the window. she must be a lost girl--or she could be a whore. It was highly unfashionable for a girl to wear such attire. Only girls in whore houses wore a skirt so short, and such a tight-fitting top. He stared at the top. How did the fabric stretch like that.

The girl looked embarrassed standing there. He shouted through the glass, "We're closed!"

She shook her head and said in broken English, "Ano.. berry nisu to meeto jew."

He wasn't quite sure what she was saying. It sounded like she was from Asia, but he wasn't sure since she certainly did not look Asian with her hair blonde and blue eyes. He relented, since she seemed to be underage. He didn't know what she was doing out so late. She was young too!

He ushered her into his shop and was impressed by the workmanship on the suit she was wearing--it had no seems on her. He'd have to find out who had made that suit.

She looked like she was trying to think, and then muttered something to her cat in what sounded like Japanese--A few Japanese liked to visit his shop when they came to England, so he recognized the language.

She tried again and said, "Ai amu rost."

He blinked for a few seconds and then figured it out, "I am lost."

He nodded, and thought about if he had any gowns that he might have for her to wear--it was highly inappropriate for a girl of her age to wear something like this. He didn't know what tailor in London would be so crass as to sell something of this sort to such a young girl, but if he found out, he would report them to the Queen. Her Majesty would like to know. His cousin was visiting from out of town--perhaps she had a few nice dresses, and maybe a corset--since obviously this girl wasn't wearing one.

Her mouth was lipping something, as if trying to translate it.

"Vho aru jew?" She tried to say, "Ai amu.."

She paused, not knowing what to say she seemed to confer with the cat, and said, "Uhh... Minako."

He bowed to the young miss and said, "I am Henry Poole, Nice to have your acquaintance, Miss..."

"Uhhh... Aino," she said hesitating. The cat seemed to understand her, but then it might be that he had been working too late. The cat was on the floor and looked like it wanted to scold her. Definitely had been working too late.

He yawned an then bade the girl to sit down. The fabric stretched over her body. He was fascinated. He said, "I am amazed by your, err... costume. Perhaps you could tell me where you might have gotten it?"

It took her a while, and she was counting on her fingers about something and said, "Ma--umm...I wasu vonderingu if jew knew."

Artemis was looking up at her and mewing innocently. He didn't seem too pleased with her at the minute. But if she was to change her hair, why not her sailor suit too? She would be the most fashionable on the team. It was ages since she had to fluently use her English, and she was struggling still. The gentleman was being nice--Henry Poole. She took inventory of her surroundings. From her history classes in contemporary England, this must be the Victorian Era. The way that the man talked, meant he was quite well bred, or at least Minako thought so from her English friends.

He had a piece laid out for the young Prince of Wales. It was one of the many Sailor suits he had made after he had started to make boy's little Sailor trousers. It was a nice day for 1846, and he was looking forward to pleasing Queen Victoria yet again. He enjoyed the Queen's presence in his shop. She was quite a lady.

Henry Poole was staring at her in confusion. Perhaps her english was that bad, but he shook his head and said, "No matter, we'll find your parents--I guess you grew up in Japan, maybe in the embassy.. don't worry we'll find them."

Artemis hissed beneath his breath and then whispered, "We can't stay that long, we should really get back..."

Sailor Venus kicked him a little.

"Sank jew," Sailor Venus said politely.

Mr. Poole was rummaging through a trunk and said, "I'll find you a decent dress. It's inappropriate for a lady, such as yourself, to be dressed in undergarments as you are."

Sailor Venus didn't really understand this statement too well, his English was different from what she was used to. She knew she was in the wrong time. She wanted to go back to the Moon Kingdom, but she didn't want to be rude, he was accommodating her nicely.

He cried out in triumph and brought out a rather large--but pretty dress, he hung it over his arm, and laid several large petticoats on top of it.

"This should fit!" he said in triumph.

He led her to the dressing room, and she meekly went inside with the various dressing garments. She struggled with it for several minutes. She wasn't sure what went where, though it was clear where the corset went, but she couldn't breathe in it. She tried her best, and then put on the petticoats, and the dress over. She felt as if she was turning blue. A kimono was more comfortable than this contraption.

Henry called out, "How are you doing?"

"Finu," Minako squeaked, barely being able to breathe. Even with the laces loose, she could barely bend over to put on the shoes that he'd given her.

She came out in the breast-revealing costume.

Henry Poole applauded, and then asked, "Would you happen to have the uniform you had earlier, I would like to inspect it. Artemis was shaking his head. Minako tried to breathe and felt like she was passing out. Well, it was only fair, she thought.

She used her transformation pen and summoned the suit separate from her body from behind her.

He seemed to be delighted by it. His eyes opened with astonishment.

Henry could not believe his eyes, it was seemless. The girl surely was a witch--though he really didn't believe in witches.

The most interesting feature of the costume--besides the seemless fabric and the stretchy fabric was the sailor collar! He knew what he wanted to do for the suit for the little boy now--though he wasn't sure he wanted to make it orange. He traced it out on paper and adjusted it so it was like the royal navy's.

He was so engrossed in his work cutting the fabric, that he forgot about the girl, but when he turned she and the cat were both gone, and the shop door was locked. The orange sailor suit was gone...he definitely had been staying up too late.

Minako had barely gotten out of the dress, and had decided on a different approach when Artemis was scolding her. But she cried out the phrase, and they were off. She wanted to get to the Silver Millenium when they were inventing these Sailor Suits. She was sure that there had to be royal tailors back then. There had to be. Artemis sighed as he was taken on for the ride.

It was a few months later that the Prince of Wales, with his mother, Queen Victoria, asked to have such a suit made. Henry Poole of course obliged the young Edward and made it for the trip he was to go on in a boat. The date was September of 1846.

Henry Poole later filled out an order in 1860 for a smoking jacket that the Prince of Wales wanted for a party. The prince in 1886 was visited the Prince spending a week-end at Sandriham. He ordered such a jacket from Henry Poole and he wore it proudly at Tuxedo Park.

The Prince of Wales, as stated loved Henry Poole's work. Henry Poole was said to be the tailor for the royal family of Queen Victoria and the Prince of Wales's favorite tailor. According to the website, he was quite a jolly fellow. Because of this he is most likely to have popularized the Sailor suit in the 1840's when it appeared in a painting in 1846 (from a September painting). He was quite a popular tailor, and was so popular that the Prince of Wales decided to use him to make a Smoking Jacket (as stated above). Here is a link to the story.

henrypoole . com/thetruestoryofthetuxedo.html

Incidentally if the Prince of Wales had not existed, then we most likely would not have Sailormoon at all, it was the defeat of the Japanese that inspired the idea of using sailor suits for uniforms, after World War II. The only reason it was popular was because The Prince of Wales was seen wearing it in a painting.

artunframed . com/images/winterhalter/alb501.jpg

Here is more info about the Prince of Wales:

en . wikipedia . org/wiki/EdwardVIIoftheUnitedKingdom

(Incidentally he's wearing a tuxedo that looks a LOT like Tuxedo Mask's... hmm...)

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