UPDATED 2016 - Hi! I am constantly working on this story and thought I'd share the revisions I've made. Hope you don't hate me for having to make you read it all over again... but trust me. It's even better ;)

Title: The Conquest

Genre: Humor/Action and Romance forget the drama! Give me passion!

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sailor Moon except this story's concept and the magnificent King of the Sun, Fergal. He's mine.

Blue eyes glanced upon the deep black ink on the well-worn pages. His hand gently rubbed across the prophecy. Sunlight poured in through the east windows and he let out a breath as it shimmered off the wooden floor. He glanced up, books lining the walls from ceiling to floor as elaborate decorations accented the East Library. His grandfather had been a literary man, which explained why their palace had four libraries among the one hundred and twelve rooms that rested in his childhood home. He was the only child born to King Duucan and Queen Martia. Perhaps because she hated him or because he found his mistresses more entertaining. He pressed his lips together and stared out towards the setting sun across the green rolling hills. A large hand suddenly reached into his lap and took the book from his fingertips. He merely continued staring unaffected by the man's calming presence as it enveloped him and the room.

"You should not be looking at this… it spoils the fun of the future," A deep voice said into the room and he could only press his knuckles against his lips thoughtfully, a noise acknowledging his reply to the man he trusted more then any in the galaxy. The man stepped before him, his brown cape resting upon his broad shoulders. Blue eyes glanced up at him and met a face surrounded by white flowing strands and deep penetrating green eyes that shimmered with devotion.

"Kunzite… when you are royalty your future is mapped out before you are even conceived," he mumbled and the man nodded slightly and smiled.

"Yes, I imagine yours was being the only son of King Duucan but you should not look at this foolish book," he mumbled the leather book flapping in his hand. He caught the glitter in his Prince's deep cobalt eyes and Kunzite's lips curled in a small smirk. He enjoyed taunting his Prince.

"The fates have a hard time lying Kunzite… you of all people should know such things," he mumbled calmly and Kunzite nodded. He indeed did know of such things. His life was created for the sole purpose of the man sitting before him. He and his companions, brothers by calling, the same by power had been gifts to the only born son of Earth. None of them regretted their destiny. What need was there to? His eyes glanced into the deep blue orbs of his master and friend. "Besides…" The Prince continued as he pushed himself from the red velvet chair he had been occupying. "My family's lineage has been documented through that book for over a century… each having their own shred of prophecy written upon those pages and each coming soon to pass," he said his six-foot frame walking towards the large windows.

"Perhaps we should murder your father now then before his betrayal," Kunzite replied as he gently placed the book back in its place on the shelf.

"My father is a man of many betrayals… This kingdom will soon be mine and it will all be the better for it," His Prince mumbled, his fist leaning against the wooden frame near the window. He felt his Prince's anger towards his father… his bitterness at what he had done to his mother and as well his people.

"Prince you should not let his mistakes bog down upon yourself," The man replied and Endymion could only heed his words. With a heavy sigh he turned to glance at his head general and a smile came to his lips. It was somewhat forced yet turned genuine in time.

"You are right… we should not let such things take their toll. I need something to do," he said, his eyes coming alive with mischief and his head guardian grinned at him. Kunzite knew him more then any other being in the galaxy. The gods empathic nature had drawn him the closest to his Prince as well as his undying loyalty at all costs.

"I'm sure we can gather something up for you my Prince," he said with a small smile and he watched the twenty-two year old grasp his cape from a chair and throw it around his shoulder. Quietly he followed the man out and they stepped into the gold plated hallways. Black marble with gold trim lined the walls and ceiling as the floor was black as night beneath them. Earth though beautiful had dark royalties… Many had been evil yet it was still undetermined what Endymion would be. He would be many things but true evil he would never be for he like his grandfather before him was a man of the people.

Prince Endymion was a man feared for his power. Gifted from the precious soil of the earth he carried with him the true blood of nobles that had been blessed by the gods. He was hardly above most mortals but possessed a strength about him that demanded respect and authority. His natural born leader instincts were evident every time he opened his mouth yet his Prince was a rogue. The Prince lived a dark life surrounded by his father's evil. The darkness had never crept into him but it had affected his life in more ways then one. Himself and his colleagues had the misfortune of watching the once innocent and loving Prince become the cold adventurer he was today. If Kunzite had to put his finger on one thing that had made his Prince guarded and sometimes cold it would have had to been the death of his mother. That is when Endymion stopped believing in love and everything that went with it. His mother had loved Duucan. He had hated her for it when he was young… he would never understand how she could have loved such a monster. She would say love was blind but he only concluded this that love was blind, deaf, stupid and a weakness. His mother had been weakened by her love for the loathful man. Only in her last years had she finally rebelled against him. Then he saw the true strength of a woman who loved her people. Endy prided himself on being her son… she was a true patriot. A true Terrian and she had been killed for it. From then Endymion had been locked away deciding Love was a weakness and unnecessary to rule his world.

It was in the coming years that he soon learned other reasons to detest the affection. People, namely women became more interested in his status, his devastating good looks and his power that he then learned the true nature of man. Damn fools mortals were. Suck ups to the core and by the time the young Prince was seventeen his rebellion occurred. The tension between him and his father was no surprise and in just another two years or perhaps less the throne would be his and his alone. He had made himself untouchable… his heart never softened no matter how many beautiful women shared his bed and tried to tame it. He did find them amusing but nothing more then a need that needed to be taken care of and a small filler for the hole in his heart. A hole he had become quite attached to.

He was untamable and owned by no one. Especially his father. That was evident every time they happened to be in the same room together. His father had just recently drug them through a two-year war of which his son had tried to heal as he and his companions had taken to the battlegrounds. Duucan had made his kingdom lesser for his rule and as soon as Endymion ascended the throne he would bring it back to his grandfather's glory. A smirk fell to Kunzite's face and he wondered how they would dispose of the King.

"Easy Kunzite…" His Prince's voice filled the hallways and Kunzite could only grin at their mental bond. He was one of four gods given as a gift to the Prince of Earth from the gods who had felt pity on the mortal planet. They had found hope in the new born child and every time Kunzite looked at him his hope was renewed… Endymion would indeed fulfill his prophecy… but Kunzite knew he would have a hell of a lot of fun while he did it.

Deep red eyes stared with interest at the small silver garden below. His hands were clasped behind his back and he heard a soft sigh behind him. He felt a form approach him yet his eyes never tore off of the figures below.

"What is she waiting for?" His voice asked quietly into his chamber and soft blue eyes stared lightly at the forms below.

"Maybe your people are wrong," her melodious voice filled the room and Fergal let out a small grunt.

"My darling… my people are never wrong," he mumbled. Prophets. He was a planet of prophets and magi. He smirked remembering the feeling he got when he stepped onto his native home. Power. Appreciation. Honor. A world once full of prejudice it is now a world filled with harnessed powers. Under his rule he had tamed them… they had once been separated in two groups yet he had brought them together as one under one-government system. He let out a sigh glancing at the girl before them. His wife's blue eyes bore into him, silently letting him get lost in his own thoughts. He leaned his hand against the window. Serenity was powerful. She was the first non of her kind that had survived landing on the Sun. She had met his people when she was fourteen and had made such an impression upon them they had fallen deeply in love with her. Yearly she visits them and from that they centered a festival around her in her honor and out of their deep love for the only child of their beloved King. He smiled. She would now be guarded everywhere she went by the most powerful lineage in the galaxy. He felt pity for those who ever wished to harm her… after their severe punishment from the Sailor Senshi the sun gods would devour them alive.

That was when they had given their vision. Selenity had been furious. A child of the Moon would never follow such a path stray from tradition and the true aspects of a real woman. He smiled with pride. His daughter had done both. She had captured her mother's traditions, her beauty, her gracefulness as well as plunging head long into his lineage of daring, confident adventurers. She was an enigma. Perfection at its core. She indeed followed the vision they had given for her… using all of her power to create treaties across the galaxy and Selenity had to accept what she had become. She had done it more willingly then others would discover. Selenity was a woman of passion herself. She had deep intoxicating consuming passion that had captured him holding him prisoner, an addict to her. He gulped lightly in fear. His daughter was so much like both of them… he feared the true extents of her passion. He had never seen her true desire for completion in marriage or other frivolities that most women dreamed of. Her life was for conquests and the acquisition of peace and the occasional challenge. If he were to conclude that their daughter had the extent of both he and his wife's passion… he feared she would never survive if she was lost from her love. He found it barely possible to do himself from his own wife…

"They may have been right so far in her pursuits but I… well you know what I think on the subject," her soft voice mumbled and Fergal let out a breath and glanced sympathetically at his scheming wife. He was happy she pulled him out of his thinking.

"But perhaps you may be right…" She smirked and he quirked an eyebrow at her. She was such a tease. "Perhaps she needs a little push," she mumbled pressing her lips together sensually and he felt a snap in his heart. Perhaps he was the only one who knew his wife's darker side… perhaps because he had created it. A dubious smirk came to his lips as he felt her hands roam his back and then tuck themselves contently in the crook of his arm, her frame leaning against his. She was breathtaking in the morning. He let out a breath and feared he wouldn't be able to take another one.

Silver hair cascaded down her shoulders and was not it's usual straight perfection from her late rise nor in the traditional odangos of her people. He smirked. It gave him great pleasure to know when he would come home from trips he would throw her entire schedule off by making her need more sleep causing her to wake later. Her fingers gripped onto his shirt and she grinned up at him, her eyes dancing playfully.

"I've already given her my push. I want her to make her own decisions… her vision may come to pass but I want it to be because she planned it herself. That is why we have never told her about it. Perhaps my impatience has gotten to me," he mumbled thoughtfully with a deep sigh.

"Maybe I'll take a crack at it…" She whispered bringing her lips near his ear and he felt a shiver run down his spine and his lips curved upwards in a smirk.

"Ah but then she might discover how evil you really are…" He smirked and Selenity raised a perfect eyebrow at him and turned his face to lock onto hers and he suddenly lost interest with the ones below him.

"Me? Evil? Darling…" She cooed her eyes narrowing playfully and he heard a groan escape the back of his throat. Damn what a woman. "My love you know it has been her choice all of the way… Neither of us have pushed her into her lifestyle or her pursuits… though I'm sure I could have thought of healthier ones," she mused and her husband turned gliding his hands along the silk fabric of her night. He halted his exploration and nodded.

"Yes, I wanted her to seek adventure… but didn't want that much of myself to rub off on her," he smirked and Selenity took a step back and glanced at him with both eyebrows raised.

"You pursued treaties in the way our daughter does?" She asked and he smirked leaning forward, his hands wrapping around her waist. Monogamy was a delicious thing.

"Oh darling… I was never pursuing treaties," he smirked his lips falling to the milky skin of her neck and she smirked. He truly was impossible.

Are we pleased? I surely hope so. I'm having more enjoyment in the back story then anything else. Imagine I'm up to twenty-four pages and they have never even met or spoken each other's names... and I plan on having at least ten more before they do if then even as well... which makes only the seduction longer. But please do tell... what do you think so far?

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My darlings along with this post I am re-posting and revamping a story that is more dear to my heart then others. It in my opinion is a higher quality of my writing (And we all know I don't think much of me being a great writer even though your sweet lies make me believe sometimes I am) and completely out of the box SM fanfic. I ask... nay beg you read it. I adore it and pray you will too... Warning though.. the fanfiction is angst and somewhat nothing like I have posted before. It is still enjoyable yet takes more time to deeply appreciate it. It is old too. About three darn years old.

It is called... Reign of Perfection: Remaking Destiny.

Odd title yes? Yes, that is AH's influence. There is a detailed summery of it on my profile and then the story itself! Give it two or three days to upload.

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Marronett