A/N: Hello, and welcome to the backstory of Dark Jupiter! This is the intro, and not that long as it simply sets a bit of the scene. The next chapters will be getting longer and it explains a lot of Dark Jupiter's behavior in Courage-less. One of the most common questions I get inboxed is: "Why does Dark Makoto hate Rei/Ami so much?" Well, in this, you'll find out.
Note: Unlike Courage-less, there are no Japanese words found here. This is set in the fifth Moon Kingdom, which was many, many millenia before the first caveman scribbled on walls. This will be referenced to in later chapters, and there may also be other backstory/prequel type chapters later on.
Enjoy.
WARNING: Contains blood, violence, language, suggestive themes, darker themes (nearer to the end), and graphic scenes of battle. Read at your own risk, but this will be far tamer than Courage-less. Don't you even THINK about commenting on how graphic it is after what's gone on in that one!
With love,
Korrupted.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SAILOR MOON! I am simply taking the characters out for a wild night on the town and copping a few cheap feels along the way. Still have to get them back home before dawn. But holy shit, WHO ELSE LOVED SAILOR MOON CRYSTAL?!
The sounds of pained screams rang throughout the palace, though the woman who was creating them was far too focused on getting through the delivery of her children to care. The brunette queen panted as one of the doctors moved his blue tunic sleeves higher, sweat causing her brown locks to cling to her pale skin moments before she started pushing once more. "I can almost see the head!" The Mercuian male announced, prompting the Jovian woman to push harder than before.
"Good, good! Alright, one more big push and I think... Ah! It's a girl!" He called happily, handing the infant to one of the nurses to tend to as his focus returned to the Queen of Jupiter and the second child she needed to birth.
Moments after the first newborn began wailing, the second child was finally born. A second girl. Even among this planet known for large families, the first twins were rarely both females. "Your Majesty, two girls!" One of the nurses informed the panting woman who looked anything but regal at the moment.
Queen Akira weakly held her arms out after all of her contractions had finished, her hazel eyes locked onto her firstborn girl; the daughter that was destined for more than palace life as she herself was. No, she would follow the path of her elder sister, Princess Lacira. She would be a Senshi. "Ma...Makoto..." The ruler of the planet of courage finally managed as she held he one she would only have a few years to know. It broke her heart that it would be her first child that she would lose to the Moon Palace, but it was also a great honor that only the first born females would be able to claim.
At the sound of her name, the infant groaned in irritation, fussing instantly as she was held like glass. Why did the noisy thing have to try to disturb her? She had been finally all relaxed in the green cloth that was her swaddle, a single pink stripe on the hem to indicate a female. Makoto shifted more, settling down again after a few moments and returning to sleep after her exhausting trip into the bright place from her safe one. A nap was very well earned in her opinion, the reddish brown wisps of hair a bit damp still.
A bit reluctantly, Akira returned the future warrior to the care of the cerulean haired nurses, the other baby now the target of her attention as she reached for her other daughter; the one she would be able to keep and raise. If she was lucky, she would be able to find a suitable match for the other girl on this planet instead of a neighboring one. Or, Thunder forbid, an arranged marriage. The thought of any of her children that she may later have being in one of those turned her stomach, even though she and her late husband had been one of the few rather lucky matches. The infant snuggled into her arms, the queen smiling faintly as she spoke the name, "Sakura."
The doctor jotted down both of the names, marking the planetary symbol next to Makoto's to show that she had been the first born female and was destined to leave for the Moon Kingdom. After looking at his notes on the Senshi Order, the man looked back to the new mother and in a very soft voice informed her, "Queen Akira? This is the century of Jupiter to take the vow when she comes of age." Causing the woman to stiffen slightly.
The Vow of Chasity. A vow that was far more common among the ranks of the priestesses of Mars than the warriors of Jupiter, or any other planet's youth. Especially more so than Venus! And still, the vow would be taken up by one of the planetary guardians when they were to pledge their loyalty to the Moon Princess once every one thousand years, each time the planet being different. It seemed that is was sadly time for her planet to heed the call, and that duty would fall to her Makoto on top of being warrior and guardian. Hazel eyes met ice blue, the woman nodding somberly. "I understand. Thank you, Doctor Atnos." Was all she stated, watching the male bow and exit.
The rest of the staff followed suit, leaving Makoto in a small infant bed next to the queen as she held Sakura to herself. The woman was silent as she pondered the future of her daughters. One was to be sent to the Queen of Crystal Tokyo, the other was to remain with her and be heir to the throne. It almost seemed like far too much responsibility to force onto newborns, to have their fates plotted out like a game. However, she knew her people were strong, the strongest of all the planets really. Jovians were known for their physical strength and resilience, being favored by thunder and lightning and finding their homes in forests and trees. They were stubborn, and very difficult to deal with if they set themselves a certain way.
At least, that was how their father had been as well.
Akira held the infant a bit tighter, thinking of their deceased father, Motoki. He had been a good man. A strong soldier. One of her own father's loyal guards. But when things between Jupiter and Mars had started to dissolve, the King had been one of the first to join the battle. He had come back many times to tell her of the men and women he had lost, of the enemy and how they fought hard against them. And then, he didn't return to her. Motoki had been felled in a battle with the High Guard of Mars, the brave man staying behind to help cover the retreat of his own forces. The body had been recovered and returned to them for burial.
He was only a King in name, as she had been given the throne and was the heir apparent, she held all of the power like all of the ruling families. Only the women were able to hold the highest position in the castle, the power transfered from mother to daughter. Still, Motoki had been looking forward to meeting the children, the last time she had seen him being three months prior, his face a wide grin at the prospect of being a father. Hazel eyes filled with tears as she bit the inside of her lower lip. His daughters would never see him, never meet him, Makoto wouldn't be able to see him beaming with pride at how she defended the Princess from harm, and Sakura would never see him threaten whoever she had taken a liking to if they ever tried to break her heart. Life as Akira knew it had ended when she had gotten word of his dead a month ago, the funeral held only a few weeks before she had finally gone into labor. Now everything was changing so rapidly that she could barely think straight.
"Akira, just calm down. We don't need lightning to damage the roof again, do we?"
The queen could just imagine him teasing her for her anxious ways, her loving husband always ready with a smile and a joke. Still, Makoto was destined for Crystal Tokyo, to learn the Vow of Chasity and be trained by her aunt to protect the princess as she does the queen. Five years. She would only have five years with Makoto before she had to send her away. "Storms take it... I don't want to give her up.." Akira bitterly muttered, knowing that it wasn't up to her at all. This was a sacred duty that each of the planetary queens were bound to; at the birth of the first Moon Princess, the other queens were to begin attempting to produce heirs of their own, the first born females becoming the chosen vanguard of the heir to the crystal throne.
Sakura began to nuzzle at her chest in need, the queen blushing furiously at what the infant wanted. Of course the child would interrupt her thoughts for a meal. A nervous grin played across the lips of the Jovian queen. She was just like her father.