Nehelenia gazed out at the world from the mirror which had been her home,
her prison, for century after century.
Not much longer, she thought. Soon, the entire world will be mine. . .
She remembered, again, that day long ago, when Cassiopeia and Serenity had
sealed her away. Cassiopeia, who should have named *her* to be her heir. .
.not her *son*. What kind of fool put a *man* in charge of a kingdom when a
capable woman with a legitimate claim to the throne was available?
I'm going to take what should have been mine. . .what is rightfully mine,
But she was no longer as completely confident about that as she once had
been. There was a flicker of doubt gnawing in the back of her mind, and
she hated it.
A flicker of doubt which had been planted when the Sailor Soldiers started
She had proof that two of them had definitely come back from the dead
somehow. Sailor Moon and Sailor Jupiter. And there was a new one, a sort of
younger version of Sailor Moon.
Three Sailor Soldiers are no problem, she thought. My lemures can handle
them easily. We've just been using the wrong ones against them so far,
But she couldn't silence the voice in her head which said over and over,
"What if it's not just the three? What if *all* of the ones you knew came
back? What if there's other *new* Sailor Soldiers? And what if. . .what if.
The absolute worst case scenario flashed through her mind, the thing she'd
been most terrified of for centuries. Just the thought of it made her
cringe. If that happens, she thought, we will definitely fail. . .
"NO!" she shouted. "It will not happen! I have made *sure* it will not
happen! I *will* defeat Sailor Moon, and the Earth shall be mine!"
She stalked toward the front of the mirror, determination burning within
her. It was time to summon Zirconia, to plan a new strategy of attack. If
any more Sailor Soldiers were to show themselves, they would be more than
ready for them.
SAILOR MOON SUPERS: THE WAR OF DREAMS PART THREE
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman
by Sailor Mac
In Crown Cafe, Raye sat at a booth, idly flipping through a Ribon manga,
waiting for Lita to come back from the ladies' room. She toyed with a lock
of her purple-black hair, her violet eyes scanning the pages. Gushy
boy-girl romance. . .more gushy boy-girl romance. . .a magical girl series
where everything went all-too-perfect for the heroine. . .(Oh, she thought,
if these manga artists knew what having magical powers was *really* like!
Not exactly a day at the beach when you're staring death in the face over
What she *really* wanted to do was dig into the *other* manga she'd just
bought - "Boy Heaven" - but she still wasn't entirely comfortable about
reading yaoi in a public place.
I can't wait to see how they deal with Dex's old girlfriend coming back,
she thought. After he swore up and down to Cory "there will never be anyone
else but you. . ." Oooh, this is gonna get good! Maybe I'll just keep it in
the bag and peek at it. . .
As she looked up from the Ribon, she caught movement out of the corner of
her eye outside the window. It was a very familiar form. . .
"Amy?" she said. "But why is she walking like that?"
Sure enough, Amy came in the cafe door, glanced around, and located Raye's
table. As she approached, Raye thought that she was *definitely* walking
funny - as if she had taken a bad fall and landed on her rear.
"Hi, there," she said. "I just wanted to stop in for a couple of minutes
on my way to the library."
Lita came out of the ladies room, headed for the table - and saw Amy's
gait. "Hi, Amy. Oh, Gods, don't tell me. . ."
"Last night. Just like what you and Ken did. And, well. . .it didn't go
all that well, but.. .I learned a lot!"
"Did you take the metal rod out first?"
"Nothing, never mind. Amy. . .you don't have to do *everything*, you know."
Amy sat down next to Raye, gingerly. "But my research won't be complete if
Raye was completely baffled. Research? Metal rod? What the hell was going
"Yeah, but it looks like you're doing *too much* research. Give it a rest!"
"I'll be fine. Really."
Lita leaned over and whispered something in Amy's ear, and Raye caught the
words "KY." She knew all too well what that was and what it was used for.
*Amy* doing something like that with Adam? she thought. Damn, I have
trouble imagining them doing the *normal* stuff!
"Yes," Amy said. "I did. And so did he."
"Then I don't see what you did wrong. You should have. . .never mind.
We'll talk about this later."
Okay, this is getting just plain weird, Raye thought. Lita giving Amy
advice on having Dex-and-Cory-type sex? What the heck next?
"Where's Mina today?" Amy said.
"Volleyball practice," Lita replied. "And Serena and Reenie dragged Darien
to the mall. Shoes Unlimited was having a huge clearance."
"The only thing that's going to be cleared out is his wallet," Raye said.
"He spoils the hell out of both of them."
As they continued to chat about school, about their friends, about the
previous night's installment of "Iron Chef," Raye kept looking at Amy. She
looks normal on the surface, she thought, but this behavior. . .she's
talking about sex, she's doing things that Chad and I wouldn't do. . .this
is *not* her. Is something wrong?
Finally, Lita got up. "Well, I'd better be going. I've got to get dinner
started soon if I'm going to have it ready when Ken gets off work. You take
care of that, Aims."
"I'll be okay, Lita. Don't worry."
Once she was gone, Raye said, "Okay. Do you want to tell me what that was
"What what was all about?"
"Oh." She looked down, and began to turn pink. Okay, Raye thought, now
*this* is like Amy. "I'd just. . .asked her a few questions, that's all.
There's something I've been. . .curious about."
"Curious enough to end up walking funny?"
"I'm trying to do first-hand research as well. I have to cover all the
angles, you know."
Yeah, Raye thought, and it sounds like Adam covered *all* your angles.
Including some the Amy I thought I knew wouldn't want covered.
"So part of your research included talking to Lita?"
"Oh, it's not like I grilled her or anything. It was just something she
felt like telling me. And later on, I just decided to. . .find out more
"And Adam just goes along with all this?"
"He hasn't turned me down yet."
Good gods, Raye thought, no wonder I haven't seen much of Adam lately.
He's probably laid up in bed with chronic exhaustion.
"So what did you do between school and coming here?" Amy said.
"Went to the bookstore."
"Get anything good?"
"Couple of manga." She was fully expecting Amy to go into a lecture about
how she should read more than manga, that reading manga all the time was
detrimental to her grades. . .
But instead, her friend said, "Oh, did you get that bishounen one again?"
Raye nearly fell off her seat. Now *this* was strange. When Amy had been
over her house and there had been yaoi manga lying around, Amy had shown no
interest in them. In fact, she seemed to go out of her way to avoid looking
"Um. . .yes."
Amy leaned over the table, and her voice took on a soft, confide-in-me
tone. "Tell me, Raye. . .do you and Chad ever get. . .ideas from those?"
Raye's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "WHAT?"
"Those manga. Do you use them as visual research materials? New sources of
information about ways to give pleasurable stimulation?"
"I don't do *research.* Chad and I don't *need* to do *research*. We're
perfectly happy as we. . .Why am I telling you this, anyway?"
"It's all right, Raye. You don't *have* to tell me, you know. I'm just,
"Well, I'm not!"
Amy looked at her watch. "And now, I have to go meet up with Adam at the
library. I'll see you later." And she got up and began to walk away, with
the same painful gait as before.
Raye just watched her go, in absolutely stunned silence. What the *hell*
is going on with her? she thought. Is this some secret wild side she's kept
hidden until now? They say it's always the ones you least suspect. . .
* * *
At the library, Adam sat at the circulation desk, trying to keep from nodding off.
He was tired a lot lately. And he knew other people had noticed it. One of
his friends had even said to him, "You don't seem like your usual
happy-go-lucky self." And one of the other library aides had said something
to the effect that Adam was losing his touch as the world-champion
How often do I get a full night's rest anymore? he thought. Amy's at my
house just about every night now, for at least a few hours. And almost
every night. . .there's more of her "research."
He'd gotten a kick out of it at first, finding out that his quiet, shy
girlfriend had an insatiable curiosity and a willingness to experiment.
He'd gone along with everything she wanted to do eagerly.
But as time wore on, the surprise-of-the-night didn't seem so surprising
anymore. He always knew *something* was coming. Covering each other with
foodstuffs? Doing it in a closet? Position after position after position?
They'd done it all.
First, she'd give an explanation of what she wanted to do. "I saw this in
a magazine I was reading in the dentist's office. It involves the woman
lying on her back and raising her legs up and over her partner's shoulders,
and it supposedly gives strong stimulation to the so-called 'G-spot'." And
then, they would put her ideas into practice, often with her directing the
action as if she were staging a theatrical performance.
A theatrical performance, he thought. That's exactly what our love life
has become. There's no spontaneity anymore. It's as if we're doing it
because we *have* to do it, not because we *want* to.
He kept telling himself, over and over, that she'd get tired of all this
soon, that she'd drop it and take up some other subject to research, and
they'd go back to a more normal life. But it wasn't happening. And he
didn't know how much more of it he could take.
I'm going along with this strictly out of my love for her, he thought. But
does even love have its limits?
A gangly, green-haired young man entered the library and headed for the
main desk. Adam's replacement had arrived; as soon as Amy arrived, they
could go home together. And the whole thing would begin all over again.
"Hey, buddy," the other student said. "How's it going?"
"Okay. I'm just waiting for Amy right now."
The other boy gave a long, low whistle. "You get to go home with that cute
chick every night? You're real lucky, dude."
Am I? Adam thought.
* * *
Raye hung up the phone, a slight frown crossing her face. She'd quizzed
Serena about Amy's recent behavior. Yes, Amy had questioned Serena about
her sex life with Darien. "I dunno, I thought she was just curious," Serena
said. "You know how Amy is."
Okay, Raye thought, Amy's got a brilliant mind, she's always curious, she
always wants to learn new things. We've all seen that, time and time again.
But she's never gone *this far* before. When she became curious about
aerodynamics, she didn't rush down to the airport and sign up for flying
lessons. When she wanted to learn about ancient cultures, she didn't leave
school and sign up for the latest available archaeological dig.
She's always been a "good girl," Raye thought. Maybe too much of a "good
girl." If you even mentioned sex in front of her, she'd turn crimson. When
we went to a movie, if a nude scene came on, she'd always look like she
wanted the seat to swallow her up.
Maybe she got sick of being so goody-goody. Maybe she decided that she
wanted to be bad for awhile, see what the other side of life felt like. . .
But that didn't quite add up, either. Amy wasn't running wild. She was
very loyal to Adam. She wasn't drinking, or smoking, or shoplifting. She
was just. . .asking questions. Too many questions.
Again, the worry arose in the back of Raye's mind. Amy was always burning
her candle at both ends, putting endless amounts of pressure on herself,
striving to be number one at everything she did. . .could she be cracking
under the strain?
I wish I was able to see into her mind and figure out what was going on in
there, she thought. Then, I'd know for sure. . .
And then, an idea came to her. She might not have the power of telepathy,
but there were other gifts she could use that might help her get to the
bottom of what was going on. She got up from her desk and swiftly headed
for the main room of the temple, and its sacred fire.
* * *
In a dark, dingy tent on the grounds of the Dead Moon Circus, Zirconia
sank down into her throne with a heavy sigh that sounded like the creak of
a door that hadn't been oiled in years. Her ancient bones were hurting more
and more nowadays. She'd been able to stave off death for centuries with
her dark magic, but she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to keep
I have to keep going, she thought. At least until I've paid back all the
hurt that was done to me.
She was beginning to wonder how long that was going to take. Especially
with the three foot soldiers who had been entrusted to her care.
Oh, they were accomplishing the main job Nehelenia had created them for,
all right. They were bringing back plenty of data on human dreams, and the
queen had found it useful.
But then, there was that other, unexpected problem to contend with. The
Sailor Soldiers. Three of them had shown themselves, and all of them had
been allowed to escape. Which, of course, had not gone over well with
"I want you to round up our strongest, fiercest lemures!" the queen had
told her. "I want you to tell the Trio that they should be on guard at all
times, and if they see a human who they even vaguely suspect is a Sailor
Soldier, they should destroy her immediately! We cannot take *any* chances
"What else can I do?" Zirconia wheezed. "I've got the best lemures we have
ready to go. I keep those three in line. . ." As well as I can, she
thought. It still rankled at her that she felt her control over the three
former animals was never complete, that they could rebel at any second. And
if they were to do that. . .
"No," she said aloud. "That's not going to happen. I won't let it happen.
I'll step up their dream-gathering activities, so we can have the mission
completed before they get a chance to do anything like that."
She raised her staff, and the winged eyeball on top of it took off like a
bizarre bird, circling her throne before stopping and hovering above her.
It was this thing that had been her closest ally throughout the centuries,
which had always come to her aid when humans - and humans who used to be
animals - had failed her. Her familiar, the demon-being which had emerged
from a cauldron of blood when she was casting one of her first spells, and
had done her bidding ever since. Not to mention listening to her troubles
when nobody else, human or animal, would listen.
Zircon will not fail me this time, either, she thought.
"Go," she told the eye. "I want twice as many prospects as the last time
you went out! And make sure they're good ones! We want the strongest,
richest dreams we can find!"
The thing blinked, slowly, in apparent comprehension, then spread its
wings, rapidly flying out of the circus tent.
Zirconia watched it go. And those three had better make good use of those
targets, she thought. With Sailor Soldiers around, we will not stand for
laziness or carelessness. Nehelenia made them, and she can just as easily
* * *
Raye sat in front of the sacred fire, breathing deeply, stilling her mind,
willing it to open, to connect with eternity. . .
Soon, the world around her was falling away, and she found herself in a
place she'd been many times before - a corridor in the middle of time and
space, with a huge fire burning in a cauldron at one end, and immense
Greco-Roman pillars on either side.
The corridor where she regularly talked with *him*.
Sure enough, she saw a mist emerge from the fire, and begin to take the
form of a tall, muscular, armored young man, a helmet covering his shock of
golden curls, his black eyes looking like blazing coals. Her Guardian
Whenever she looked at him, part of her heart still leapt, still
remembered when they were lovers. Perhaps, she thought, on some level we
will always love eachother. But it's not to be, at least not in this
lifetime. He is a god, and I am a human. . .and there is a human I love
with all my heart as well.
He approached her, and she restrained herself from running to him,
striding across the floor with purpose and dignity. Once they drew near to
each other, he opened his arms wide, and she flung herself into them.
"I am always happy to see you," he said to her.
"And I'm happy to see you, too." She drew away. "You're well aware of
what's been going on. . ."
"Of the new enemies, yes, definitely. But I know it's more than that which
is troubling you."
"Yes. I'm worried about my friend, Amy. She's behaving. . .not like
herself. I'm afraid she may have finally pushed herself too far."
Mars chuckled. "I remember you once describing Amy as having a flat nose
from it being constantly squashed into a textbook."
"You'd better believe it," she said. "Until Adam came along, her entire
life was studying. Now, her entire life is studying and him. Or at least it
was, until. . ."
"Until she began her 'experiments.'" His wry expression told her he knew
*exactly* what the experiments consisted of.
"Yeah." She sighed. "What the hell is *up* with that? That is just so *not
Amy*. She used to blush if one of us said the word *bra* in front of her!"
A gentle smile came over his face, almost like that of a parent reassuring
a worried child. "Amy's going through a period of transition right now,
Raye. She's letting go of a lot of the things which still bound her to
childhood, and that process isn't always easy. Some people out-and-out
rebel, become destructive. . .others use more subtle means. And your Amy is
nothing if not subtle."
She brushed back her hair in a gesture that conveyed nerves. "So, in other
words. . .I was right. She's going off the deep end."
"No, she's not," he said, softly, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Eventually, she'll straighten herself out. But she's very sensitive, very
vulnerable right now. She has to face this alone."
She looked up at him with eyes that seemed just this edge of hopeless. "So
there's nothing I can do?"
"Oh, there is," he replied. "Just let her know you'll be there for her if
she ever needs you."
Raye sighed. "And that's it."
"Yes. It's just something that time has to take care of."
She slid away from his touch, began to pace a little. "You make it sound
like she had a bad case of zits."
"In a way, it's the same type of thing. It's a pain for awhile, but it
does go away."
She stopped pacing and abruptly turned to face him. "Okay, if it's a
normal teenage thing, how come *I* never did anything like that?"
He stepped toward her, giving her another gentle smile. "Oh, but you have.
You've been experimenting with new attitudes and new lifestyles yourself.
You're just not as aware of it."
"Yeah? Like what?"
The god got a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Do the names 'Dex' and 'Cory'
mean anything to you?"
She suddenly stepped back away from him, as if he'd taken a swing at her,
fury gleaming in her eyes. "What are you talking about? Hey, my reading
yaoi is *not* like her asking everybody in sight about their sex lives!
It's something I keep to *myself*!"
"But it's something you're *curious* about, isn't it? And isn't that what
"Dammit, it's two different things!" she said, starting to pace again.
"It's. . ." But she found herself unable to come up with an argument, and
stopped in her tracks, head down, facing away from him.
"I rest my case." He gave a small smile. "You've always looked beautiful
when you were fuming like that."
She wheeled around toward him. "I'm NOT FUMING!" she snapped.
The god laughed. "Save some of that glorious fury for the enemy, my dear.
You're going to need it."
Raye's demeanor instantly changed, becoming the all-business Sailor
Soldier. "What about the enemy? What do you know about them?"
He paused a second, an expression of puzzlement in his eyes, as if he were
wondering what to tell her. Then, he said, "All I can tell you is this:
Your enemies were a threat to the Moon Kingdom in the past, and have come
back to finish the job they didn't before."
"You mean they're from the Negaverse?" she said, walking back towards him.
"But I thought we destroyed. . ."
"No, not the Negaverse. They are enemies that came from within. And
they're very powerful." He held out his hand, and a wand appeared in it. .
.one that was longer than the one Raye had used before, with a large, red
ball on top. Engraved on the ball in gold were the symbol of Mars and a bow
and arrow encircled by a wreath.
I knew this was coming, she thought. Serena and Reenie got power-ups, then
Lita. . .I guess it's my turn now.
"That's my new wand?"
"Yes, it is. The words to activate your transformation are 'Mars Crystal
Power.' Your new attack is 'Mars Flame Sniper.'"
He handed her the wand, and gave her a hug. "You'll know when the time
comes, Raye. Just like you did with the Burning Mandala and the other
attacks. And now, it's time for you to go back."
"One more thing. . .when am I going to have to use this?"
"Soon, I'm afraid. Be on your guard. . ."
The god watched the young woman fade away as she returned to her world,
and felt a pang in his heart as he did so. If only I could join her there,
or she could join me here, he thought. But I accepted a long time ago it
was not to be. And she has a human whom she loves, and who loves her. It's
for the best that they're together.
"You can't let your feelings for that young woman interfere with the task
at hand," said a voice behind him.
Mars turned, and saw a familiar male form. . .the same one which had been
in King Endymion's throne room the night before the fatal eclipse.
"I know very well what's at stake," he told the other. "I have made sure
that she will play her role in the plan, I have done nothing more."
"Good. I cannot stress how important this is. We are not only protecting
their present, we are protecting their future."
The future, Mars thought. Crystal Tokyo. . .when these young women will be
one step below being gods. . .and maybe things might be different for her
* * *
Raye opened her eyes, feeling the room around her coming back into focus.
She stretched her arms, stood up and walked around a bit, readjusting to
being back in her physical body.
She had gotten her power-up. She was ready to become Super Sailor Mars,
when the need arose. She certainly felt ready for it.
But, on the Amy front. . . She sighed. Just growing pains, Mars had said.
Nothing to worry about. Okay, Raye thought, I'll give him that. She could
have some genuine teenage angst. But I'm still not entirely convinced she's
not cracking under the strain.
She went back into the temple's living quarters, deep in thought - and
didn't notice Chad until she had collided with him.
"Hey!" he said. "Watch it!"
"Watch it yourself!"
"Whoa. . .someone's testy tonight."
She considered putting up a fight for a few seconds. . .then decided it
wasn't worth it. "I've got a lot on my mind."
"No. One of my friends. . ."
"Hey, look. Lemme finish what I was doing, then we can go in my room and
you can tell me what's up."
Talking to another human about this might help, Raye thought. Chad may not
be the deepest thinker in the world. . .but he's a good listener.
She went into his bedroom, moved a guitar and amp out of her path, and sat
down on the bed. Shortly thereafter, he came in, carrying two cans of cold
green tea. He handed one to her and sat on the floor below her.
"Okay," he said. "What's up?"
She took a sip of her tea, which was so cold it gave her a mild shock when
it hit her tongue. Just as she liked it. "It's Amy."
"Amy? Geez, that's the last one of your friends I thought would have a
"She's been acting funny lately. Just. . .*not her.*"
"You mean she's been slacking off?"
"No, it's not that. Not at all. In fact, it's just the opposite. Well,
sort of. . ."
And she began to tell him about what had happened that day at the cafe,
about Amy's sudden excessive interest in sex - and other people's sex
Chad gave a chuckle at one point. "Sounds to me like Adam is one lucky dude."
"Lucky? I don't know. I have no idea how he feels about all this. I have a
feeling he's worried about her, too."
"Are the others worried?"
"Serena wasn't. Neither was Lita. I don't know why. I haven't talked to
Mina or Darien about this yet."
"Well, if they're not concerned about this. . ."
"But I still am." She looked down into the opening of her can. "I've known
Amy a long time, Chad. Longer than any of the others has, except Serena.
When I first became Sailor Mars, it was just the three of us, and it stayed
that way for awhile. I feel like I have a strong bond with both of them,
you know? Almost like the three of us became a family in that time. If one
of them is hurting. . .it hurts me, too."
He got off the floor, sat on the bed and wrapped his arm around her
shoulders. "Hey, if Amy was really hurting, she'd talk to you, wouldn't
she? Like you said. . .you guys are family."
"Not if it were something she didn't *want* to talk about. There's been a
lot of times when I've wondered if I *really* knew what was going on behind
that perfect front of hers. . .if there's sides of her she doesn't show to
us, or anyone else."
"Well, then. . .maybe you should just talk to her. Get it out in the open.
Just ask her if everything's okay. Hey, what's the worst she can do? Laugh
and tell you you're way off base?"
She had to admit that he had a point there. "Well, maybe I'll go see her
tomorrow, after school. I've got a few things to do on the way home, then
I'll stop by her house."
"Good. Look, you'll feel better after you do. And hey, even if she's got a
problem, you guys would be able to help her, right?"
Yeah, Raye thought, if her problems involved a monster that had to be
killed. If only getting rid of all life's problems was as easy as pointing
at the target and saying the right words. . .
"We'll at least try, right?"
He drew her into a closer embrace. "She'll be okay. So will you."
She felt her own arms tighten around him, and buried her head in his
chest. "Thank you. You're always there for me."
"That's 'cause I love you, silly."
"I love you, too."
They just stayed there for a moment, savoring the feel of being wrapped up
in each other, of feeling the other's warmth, breathing in each other's
Then, she raised her face to his, and gently kissed his chin, his cheek,
the corner of his mouth. . .He turned his face enough so that their lips
would meet, and the kiss deepened quickly, her tongue plunging into his
mouth for a split second, pulling out, pushing in again. . .and his met and
rubbed against hers. Their arms tightened more and more, as if to pull
themselves into each other.
The heat and friction were so good to her, so very, very good, like a balm
soothing her stinging emotions. She found herself leaning over, topping
them both onto the bed with her lying on top.
When they broke apart, both were gasping. "Whoa," he said.
"Whoa is right. Seems we have something going on here."
"Don't bother me one bit." He gently grasped the back of her head and
pulled her down, and their mouths met again, hotter, wetter this time,
their tongues eagerly seeking and finding each other. Her hand slipped into
his shirt, caressing his chest, and she felt a thrill pass through her as
she felt the strong muscles, the smooth skin. . .When she encountered a
nipple, she brushed her fingers over it, lightly, again and again, until he
was groaning deep in his throat.
She began to kiss down his neck, her fingers beginning to work at his
garments. "You're *wild* tonight," he growled.
"Aren't I always?" She had managed to get everything unfastened, and began
pulling pieces of clothing from his body, flinging them one by one to the
floor until she had him completely uncovered.
"Gods," she whispered, "look at this. You are *gorgeous.*" She began to
kiss his stomach, and he let out a loud groan, tangling his fingers in her
hair. Her lips moved upward, pressing here, then there on his chest,
pausing to nip occasionally, to swirl her tongue a bit.
She drew his nipple into her mouth and began to suck, and he let out a
cry, his entire body starting to writhe with pleasure beneath her. Her lips
drew away from him, only to allow her tongue to flicker across the small
knot, over and over, before she moved her head to its twin and began to
suck again. Her fingers trailed over his stomach, slowly, tickling at the
skin just enough to tease. . .and then, he felt a feathery brush against
his manhood, just enough to make him jump and yelp.
She grasped him in her hand and began to pump, slowly, her mouth still
ravishing his nipple. Chad normally fancied himself a macho guy - but right
now, he was absolutely loving the passive role he was playing, just lying
back and letting his woman serve him.
Raye pulled away from him just long enough to strip off her top and bra,
and she leaned over so her breasts swung right by his face. Eagerly, he
captured a nipple with his mouth and began to suckle, as she had done to
him. She threw her head back and let out a moan, straddling his thigh,
rubbing her covered womanhood against his bare skin - the contact just
enough to drive them both wild, tantalize them with thoughts of what was to
His mouth moved to the other breast, and she ground herself into him,
faster, harder, thinking oh Gods, I could come right here, right now, just
like this. . .but I don't want to spoil it. I don't want it just yet. Not
until he's inside me.
She pulled away from him, stood up, and quickly rid herself of her
remaining garments. Reaching into his bedside table, she found exactly what
she was looking for, and tore the package open with one swift motion. She
sat next to him, and leaned over, running her tongue up and down his
manhood, his moans the sweetest music in the world to him.
"Had enough?" she said. "Or can you take more?"
Good gods, he thought, I think I'm ready to explode any second. But he
said, "I can take all you've got to give, baby."
"Good. Because you're going to get it all." She opened her mouth wide and
began to take him in, slowly, her mouth covering the head, then sliding it
out, then a bit of the shaft as well, sliding out again, a bit more shaft
the next time, then out again, then taking in a bit more of him than
before. . .
Despite his earlier resolve, Chad found himself cracking. He knew it was
going to happen, and soon. "Oh, Gods. . .oh, honey. . .oh, I need you, now.
She took her mouth away. "That's the kind of thing I like to hear." She
rolled the condom on, then straddled him, positioning him right at her
opening. . .and when she saw his face, she knew he wasn't kidding. His need
was incredibly great. She thrust hard, taking him deeply into her, savoring
the connection, the feel of them as one. . .She began to move her hips,
slowly, and rapidly began to pick up speed.
I'm going to need help if I'm going to come before he does, she thought.
She reached for his hands, grasped one and pulled it toward her womanhood.
He got the message right away, and she felt his fingers begin to stroke and
caress her jewel as she thrust and thrust, the electric sensations coursing
through her doubling, then tripling rapidly. She threw her head back,
letting out one long, low moan after another, thinking she was going to
burst into flames any second.
Chad raised his hips to meet her every thrust, feeling her soft wetness
encase him, suck him in, driving him closer and closer to the brink of a
sweet, divine madness. He cried out her name, over and over, a paean of
love, a plea for release. . .
And then, she felt everything stand still for a split second. . .followed
by everything rushing into frantic motion at once, the fires that had been
held in check bursting into full flower, consuming her, making her shriek
as wave after wave of hot ecstasy pulsed through her. The tightening,
tugging of her hot sheath gave him all he needed to be pushed over the
brink at last, and he let out a strangled cry as he felt floods of
sensation pour through every bit of his body.
She collapsed on top of him, both of them panting and clinging to each
other. He brushed away a few locks of raven hair, stuck to her skin with
sweat, and kissed her lips, softly and sweetly.
"Gods, I love you," he said.
"I love you, too."
She rolled off him just long enough for him to dispose of the condom, and
they snuggled into each other's arms.
"I'm gonna sleep *real* well tonight," he said.
"Me too," she replied. And if it wasn't for you, she thought, I wouldn't
be able to.
With deep, contented sighs, both of them drifted off into slumber.
* * *
Amy put her history book back in her bookbag. She was four chapters ahead
of the rest of the class, and quite satisfied she'd done her part on that
subject for the night.
Now, she thought, what do I do? Do I go on to chemistry? I'm five chapters
ahead on that, do I want to go for six? Or, perhaps. . .my *other* research
Adam was on the other side of the room, intently staring at the screen of
his iMac. He had research of his own to do right now. . .but not quite like
I wonder why Raye didn't want to talk to me today? she thought. It's not
like I was asking her anything *bad*. I wasn't going to make her tell me
anything she didn't want to. I just thought she'd share. . .information. Of
all my friends, you'd think Raye would be most open about something like
She reached into her bookbag and took out the item she'd purchased at the
bookstore after leaving Crown Cafe. Since Raye had been reluctant to talk
about her experiences with reading yaoi, she'd decided to investigate it
firsthand. It was actually a lot tamer than she'd expected. Mostly a lot of
melodramatic soap-opera type stories, with the occasional scene of young
men naked and wrapped in each other's arms, expressions of bliss on their
faces. One or two of the stories were a bit more explicit, showing activity
which was clearly anal intercourse.
Amy sighed. That last experiment hadn't gone well, had it? She'd
instructed Adam to do everything Lita had said to do. . .but it had still
resulted in nothing but pain for her. Well, at least I know firsthand what
it's like, she thought. And that's why I'm doing this anyway, isn't it? To
In fact, the last several experiments hadn't gone well. The honey one had
only resulted in a sticky mess. When they'd tried to do it on the stairs of
her house, she'd only woke up the next day with a stiff, sore neck and
back. She'd purchased and tried to wear a thong. . .but that single thin
strap of fabric between her buttocks had only served to irritate her.
But I can't let things like that set me back, she thought. I've set out to
learn all I can about sexuality and I'm going to keep doing it. Learning is
always what I've loved doing best. . .right?
A voice rose in the back of her head, saying, "And what have you learned,
Amy? You've learned that wild sexual experimentation really isn't all that
fun, haven't you?"
Fun was never my goal, she thought. Knowledge, research, satisfying my
curiosity. . .that was always my goal. And I *have* been doing that.
Certainly, nobody can say that I failed to do that.
"If fun wasn't your goal," the voice said, "why did you get so
disappointed when all of those things didn't work out? And why did you
involve Adam? Surely there's enough material in books, on the Internet,
where you could have just read up on things and not *done* them."
Secondhand research is *never* the same thing as first hand, she thought.
I could have done book learning, sure. . .but I'd never know if it were
*true* unless I experienced it.
"And did you go out robbing graves and cutting up cadavers so you could
see *first hand* if the material in your medical books was true?" the voice
That's different, she thought. Medicine is. . .an *exact* science.
Sexuality is. . .less exact. There's a greater need to put it to the test.
"And when is the testing going to end? How far are you going to push it,
Amy? Until he can't take it anymore? Until you can't take it anymore?
Experiments can go horribly wrong, you know. Experiments have left people
insane. . .or dead."
She was now visibly fidgeting, flipping the pages of the manga from one
hand to the other, tapping her foot. I'm not pushing it too far, she
thought. If something was wrong, Adam would tell me and refuse to
experiment anymore. I'm not hurting or endangering either of us. If ever I
feel it's going too far, I'll stop.
"Will you know what too far is?" the voice said. "This is all new to you.
Will you learn to recognize the warning signs of trouble before it's too
Where are these thoughts coming from? It's as if. . .there's another
person talking to me! She tried to push the voice aside again. . .
"Remember, you're playing with fire here. You have no formal medical
training, no formal psychiatric training. At least not yet. And for someone
with no training to do this. . .it's Russian Roulette. You just don't know
where the danger line is, do you?"
I know my own mind! she thought. I'd know when things were going wrong,
and I'd take care of it before it could!
"*Do* you know your own mind? *Really*?"
Do I? she thought. These thoughts. . .these nagging, seemingly alien
thoughts. . .are coming from my mind, too. . .
She needed to silence them, push these doubts aside. And so, she did what
she'd done since she was a little child in a situation like this. . .she
buried herself in books and research.
Only this time, the book was a yaoi manga, and the research was for
something not taught in class.
Okay, she thought. What do we have here. . .hmm, sex with one partner bent
over the kitchen table. . .we haven't tried that yet. . .I wonder. . .
* * *
Several miles away, three other people were trying to push aside their
problems. Only they were doing it with alcohol.
Tiger Eye, Hawk Eye and Fish Eye sat around a table in the Dead Moon
Circus's bar. As usual, they were the only patrons. It was as if Nehelenia
had intended the bar exclusively for their use. Which was okay with all
three of them. They certainly needed it.
"So now the old bag wants us to collect twice as many dreams," Tiger Eye
said. "Has anyone told her that you can't *rush* these things? Stalking
your prey is an art form!"
"Oh, puh-LEEZ! Spare us!" Fish Eye said, taking another hefty gulp of his
"Well, it's true! You have to size her up just so. . .figure out her
movements, what she likes to do. . .and then, wait for just the right
moment to strike."
"According to the old bag, that's *exactly* why we're not doing our job,"
Hawk Eye said. "Doesn't she realize this is *hard*? I mean, the kind of
people she sends us after. . .they're supposed to be people with something
special about them, right? Like psychic stuff or hocus pocus or mojo
doohickeys? Even if the Sailor Soldiers don't get us. . .one of the
"Try telling *her* that," Fish Eye said. "She'll just tell us we're coming
up with an excuse to be lazy."
"Like I said. . .she just *doesn't understand*!" Tiger Eye replied,
gingerly picking up his glass and taking a well-measured sip. "How the hell
did *she* get that job, anyway? I mean, it's not like *she* ever did
anything that we do."
"Hey, he has a point there," Fish Eye said. "We go out and do all the
work, and she's the only one allowed to talk to the big boss. And all she
does it sit around and play with that eyeball thingy!"
"I'd like to see *her* do the kind of thing we do," Hawk Eye said. "She
wouldn't last a day."
"She wouldn't last an *hour*," Tiger Eye said. "My work requires
intelligence and skill. And she doesn't have either."
"*Your* work?" said Hawk Eye. "What about *ours*?"
"Well, I can't speak for the two of you. I'm talking about *my* style."
"Yeah," Fish Eye said. "A *style* which let Sailor Jupiter destroy your
"Hey, how was *I* supposed to know she was going to show up? I've never
even heard of her before! She came out of nowhere!"
"You have to be on your guard against that kind of thing," Fish Eye said.
"You see. . ."
"Hey, let's see how well *you* do against a Sailor Soldier!" Hawk Eye
said. "You're the only one of us who hasn't had to deal with one yet!"
"Yeah!" said Tiger Eye. "You'd probably run away from one!"
"I would NOT! I'd make sure I got her but good! And any helpers she
happened to bring with her!"
"You're so sure of that?" said Tiger Eye.
"Sure, I'm sure! Those Sailor Soldiers don't know what they're dealing with!"
Tiger Eye and Hawk Eye exchanged looks that said, "Yeah, right."
"Okay, then," Tiger Eye said. "If you're so sure of yourself, *you* take
the next target. And if a Sailor Soldier doesn't show up, you take the one
after that, and the one after that, until one *does* show her face. And
*then* we'll see how well you do!"
"All right, then, you've got a deal." Fish Eye literally jumped off his
barstool, his eyes ablaze with purpose. "Where's the targets? I know the
eye dumped some off earlier."
Hawk Eye gestured at the pile of photos on the bar which the three had
deliberately ignored until then, hoping against hope that if they failed to
acknowledge the pictures' presence, they'd somehow just fade away. The
humanized fish grabbed them with both hands, shuffling through them like a
gambler intently studying the cards he'd been dealt.
"Awww," he said. "They're all *girls*! Why can't we get a cute *guy* every
once in awhile?"
The other two groaned and exchanged "told ya so!" looks.
"Thought you were so gung-ho on taking this mission," said Tiger Eye.
"Oh, I am, I am! It's just that, well. . ." He continued to shuffle
through the pictures, studying them intently again, then nodded his head.
"Aha! I know exactly who my target is going to be. Tomorrow, when she's
least expecting it. . ."
"Want to clue us in?" said Hawk Eye.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," Fish Eye retorted, curtly. He
tossed the pile of pictures back onto the table, and one slipped away from
the others and skidded across the table a bit before coming to rest in the
exact center of the table. It was a picture of a blue-haired young woman,
her eyes sparkling with intelligence and good cheer. . .
* * *
Elsewhere in the Dead Moon Circus, another figure was contemplating what
was going to happen in the near future.
Whenever he could get up the strength, Helios left his fettered physical
body and let his consciousness wander through the world of thoughts and
dreams. . .sometimes to pick up general data on the state of humans, other
times to monitor a specific person.
He had just been monitoring one of those people. The young man he had once
served during the Silver Millennium.
Prince Endymion has not had an easy time adjusting to life in this time
and place, Helios thought. He seems happy, but his mind is still filled
with conflicts, with insecurities. Something is holding him back.
One of the things he'd sensed was that the prince had gone through a heavy
amount of changes as of late. As if he were undergoing a gradual shift in
attitudes, in self-concept, away from being an unwanted orphan and toward
reclaiming his royal self.
I wish I could help him, Helios thought. But there's not much I can do for
him. Not in this state. Not until I'm released.
He thought again of Reenie, the maiden of his dreams, his visions. . .the
maiden who very well have the power to undo all the harm that had been
done, to help him find the missing piece of the golden crystal, to put the
world right again. . .
You and I will help my prince together, maiden, he thought. In the
meantime, I can only support the others who are giving him help.
* * *
David knocked on the door of Darien's apartment, then picked up the
bookbag he'd dropped to the floor. Lori was at another one of her meetings
tonight, and he couldn't face the idea of studying alone.
Funny, he thought, I used to spend most of my study time by myself before
her. But now, being alone seems. . .well, all the more lonely.
Darien opened the door a bit, saw his friend and pushed it open the rest
of the way. "Hi, come in," he said. "Can I get you anything to drink?"
"If you've got a Sprite or 7-Up, that would be great, thanks," David
replied, stepping into the living room. Damn, he thought, how come his
place is always neat as a pin? You'd never know a college student lived
"How was the crosstown trip?" Darien said. "Traffic?"
"Nah, not bad at all." He opened his bag and started to unpack it,
removing books, notebook. . .and a couple of videos. Ah, look, he thought,
Darien *is* human! There's a few CDs stacked up on the table here. . .
"Geez, what's with your depressing taste in music?" he said. "Smashing
Pumpkins? Radiohead? The Smiths? Are there any slit-your-wrists bands you
Darien returned with a can of Sprite and a glass. "Those CDs are from a
few years ago. I wasn't exactly happy and fulfilled back then."
"Ah, I see. We all go through that. I know I did. I used to wonder if I
could *really* make a difference, if my being involved in crusades and
causes was all for nothing."
"How'd you deal with it?"
"Just got myself involved in more crusades and causes."
"I dealt with it mostly by just brooding." And asking myself why, he
thought. Why did I sometimes know things were going to happen before they
did. . .why I kept having those dreams of a beautiful princess. . .why I
would feel from time to time that I didn't *belong*, that my true home was
another time, another place. . .
It was a time of his life he did *not* miss.
"But you seem to be over that. You don't seem all that broody to me."
"Oh, yeah." But am I really? he thought. I've come a long way since then.
I no longer think of myself as the orphan at odds with the entire world.
I've found the love of my life, and I have plenty of wonderful friends. And
I've accomplished so much as a Sailor Soldier. . .especially recently.
But I can't help but wonder. . .is there something else? Something
*beyond* what I've accomplished? Artemis says I've yet to reach my full
potential as a Sailor Soldier. . .do I still have to reach my full
potential as a man, as well?
As if to distract himself from the disturbing thought, he focused his
eyesight on one of the videotapes David had put on the table. "What's
"Oh, some guy-type stuff. Figure we could watch that when our brains start
Darien laughed. "David. . .I know you were really into your right-to-porn
crusade, but I'm not into. . ."
"Who said anything about *porn*?" He held up the tape, where kanji
spelling out the word GUNDAM could clearly be seen on the label. "This is
Honkin' Big Mecha anime! Hey, just because I defended porn doesn't mean I
like to *watch* it!"
"Believe it or not, I've never seen a hardcore porn tape in my life. And I
don't plan to."
Darien sat on a chair opposite David. "Especially not with Lori around."
"Oh, can you just imagine me bringing one of those home? 'Honey, I thought
this would make for a nice hot evening'. . ."
"It would be *hot,* all right. Because she'd set you on fire."
"And then douse me with gasoline."
"How *is* she, anyway? I haven't seen her around the past few days."
"Busy. Her classes have been a bitch, and she's got Women United into full
gear again. They're trying to get a day care center for students with
children built on campus. And that's a cause even *I* have to agree with."
"Have you gotten *your* group started again?" Darien asked.
David picked up his glass of soda and sloshed the liquid around. "No, I
haven't. I really should, but. . .I don't know. I feel like I need a longer
break from all of it than Lori did. Lots of stress to get out of my system
He seems to have gotten rid of most of his stress already, Darien thought.
When we first became friends, he wouldn't have given a single thought to
watching big robots blowing stuff up. He would have said he had no time for
that kind of thing, that he had too many projects, too many things to do.
"Plus, still a bad taste in your mouth?"
"Yeah. I lost a lot of friends over the porn thing. Or, rather. . .saw a
lot of people's true colors. I think when I get back into the swing of
things, I'm going to choose the people I work with a bit more carefully."
"Feel older, sadder and wiser?"
"You hit the nail on the head, buddy." David picked up his chemistry text.
"Well, we'd better get started. I feel like I've got three quarters of a
textbook to read."
Darien picked up his own book. . .and then felt it. The dizzy, queasy
feeling. . .
Not again, he thought. It's been awhile since this happened, why is it
happening again? His breath caught. . .his ribs seemed to constrict. . .his
throat tightened. . .he felt as if he was going to cough, long and hard. .
And then, as abruptly as it came, it stopped. The sickness faded away. He
breathed deeply, hanging his head down. . .he looked over at David, who was
too buried in his textbook to notice.
David can't know, he thought. Nobody can know. . .especially not Serena.
Not until I figure out what's causing this, and how I can beat it.
A few more deep breaths, and he felt normal again. He paused, waiting to
see if the sickness would return. . .
It didn't. He was all right. . .at least for now.
With a deep sigh, he took out his textbook and started to work, as if
nothing had happened.
* * *
Reenie walked down the street, around the corner from Darien's place. She
was on her way home from her swimming class. Eileen-mama had offered to
pick her up before she'd left the house, but she'd decided not to take up
the offer. It was a nice night, she wanted to walk.
Plus, she wanted the quiet time away from other people, to think.
I haven't seen Pegasus for the longest time, she thought. Not since the
night I had the dream about the Jack-in-the-Box. Is he never coming again?
I know he's just someone in my dreams, but I want to see him again, so
badly. I don't know why, but he seems so. . .real to me. Not like any other
dream I ever had.
It's strange, she thought. I feel like Pegasus has always been with me. .
.like we knew each other before. She'd heard Serena talk about the Silver
Millennium, about how she and the other Sailor Soldiers had all lived as
princesses a thousand years ago, and all met up again in this life.
Did I live in the Silver Millennium, too? she thought. Did Pegasus and I
know each other then? What am I talking about. . .he's not real, he never
And that thought made her heart ache. No, he's not real. I feel closer to
him than I have to anyone. . .but he's not real. . .
Suddenly, she had the urge to be hugged, to be cuddled, to be treated like
a little girl instead of the dignified princess she usually tried to
present herself as. And she knew just who could do that. The one person who
was always there for her, who had always given her his full attention. .
.and she was right on his block. She began walking rapidly toward his
* * *
The knock on the door made both boys' heads snap up from their books.
"Who could that be?" David said. "Far as I know, Lori's going to be at
that meeting until at least 10."
"Maybe Serena?" Darien opened the door, and was surprised to see his
future daughter standing there.
"Hi," she said. "I was just walking home from swimming, so I thought I'd
"You're always welcome, honey, you know that," he said. "Come in. We're
having a study session right now, but. . ."
We? she thought. As she stepped into the room, she saw the other boy
sitting on the couch. David?
"David," Darien said, "you remember Serena's cousin Reenie, right?"
"Hi, Reenie," David said. "How's it going?"
"Um. . .okay." She walked into the apartment slowly, gingerly seating
herself on a chair.
"Reenie's a straight-A student at her elementary school," Darien said.
"Whoa! Another grind like Darien, eh?" David said.
"Who's a grind?" said Darien, sitting back down.
"Aw, c'mon, Chiba, the whole school considers you a brainiac."
"Thought I was considered 'the best-looking guy on campus.'"
"Well, yeah, they consider you that, too." David turned to Reenie. "Let's
face it, most of the guys at school want this guy dead because they're
afraid he'll steal their girlfriends."
"Not gonna happen," Darien said. "I have the sweetest girl in the whole
world and I don't even want to think of anyone else."
"Oh, so Serena's got you on a ball and chain?'
"Same ball and chain Lori's got you on, my friend. I don't see *you* going
"That's because *I'm* not considered the best-looking guy in school." Both
of them laughed.
This isn't like Darien, Reenie thought. Why isn't he just paying attention
to me, like he used to when I came over? Doesn't he love me like a daughter
anymore? This David. . .he's taking up all his attention. Why would he
choose a friend over his own daughter?
She decided to try to get his attention. "Darien, my swimming teacher told
me I'm really making good progress. She said I should be able to go in the
deep end by myself in a month or two."
"Really? That's terrific, Reenie! I'm so proud. . ."
At last, she thought, he's his old self.
"Reenie takes swimming classes at the Sports Club," Darien said.
"Hey, that's where one of Lori's ex-cronies works as a lifeguard! Paula,
Patricia, something like that. . ."
"Yeah, Pamela! The one who just walked up to me in the cafeteria and threw
a glass of milk in my face!"
"David used to be one of the generals in the campus war," Darien told Reenie.
"War? More like Armageddon!"
"Hey, something good came of it, remember."
David's expression softened. "Yeah. Good enough to make all that crap
It's like I'm not here, Reenie thought. It's like I'm not part of his
world anymore, like there's no more room for me in his life. . .
"So, Reenie, can I get you anything?" Darien said.
"No. . .I'm not staying long."
"Are you sure? I've got some of the apple juice that you like."
"I just stopped in to say hi. I have to go home now."
"Okay. Want me to give you a lift?"
"No, I'm all right walking."
"At least let me walk you downstairs," he said, following Reenie to the
door. "David, I'll be right back."
"Okay! I'm not going anywhere."
Darien noticed Reenie's absolute silence while riding down the elevator.
Is something wrong? he thought. She didn't say much while she was there. .
.is something up at school, at home? Maybe she came tonight to tell me
something, but couldn't because David was there?
"Reenie, is there something you want to talk about?"
"Are you sure?"
I'm going to have to give her a call tomorrow, he thought. Maybe she'll
feel more like talking then.
"Okay," he said. "You know I'm always here for you."
Are you, really? she thought. "Okay."
Once they got downstairs, he gave her a hug. "'Night, Reenie."
"Good night, Darien."
She walked slowly, stoically, to the end of the street, not looking back.
Then, she broke into a run.
* * *
She was in the park with Serena, Darien and the other Sailor Soldiers.
They were all tossing one of Mina's volleyballs around, laughing and having
a good time. The sun was shining, the temperature was just right, the
wildflowers around her were giving off a sweet scent. . .
"Give me a boost!" she said to Darien. "I wanna be able to throw the ball
"Sure thing, hon!" He picked her up, and held her high over his head. . .
And then, another figure appeared on the horizon. It was shadowy at first,
indistinct. . . then, it seemed to take on a distinct form. The form of
Darien's friend David.
Suddenly, Darien dropped her, and she crashed to the ground like a sack of
potatoes, letting out a shriek as pain shot through her small body.
"Darien!" she shouted. "Why did you do this to me?" But Darien was gone,
and the boy along with him.
Reenie began to look around frantically. "Where is everyone? Serena? Raye?
Amy?" But they were all gone as well, and now the sun was hidden by
threatening black clouds, and a strong, chill wind was starting to blow,
bringing the promise of an imminent storm.
"No!" she shouted. "You can't abandon me! You can't! Come back, please!
I'm all alone. . ."
But then, there was a sound of a warm, familiar voice within her head:
"You're not alone. You're never alone."
"Pegasus?" she said, quietly. She looked up, and there, above her head,
was the bell. She snatched it up, jumped to her feet and rang it
vigorously, shouting, "CLARION CALL!"
A ball of light appeared before her, which began to solidify, to take
shape, until the familiar winged horse was standing in front of her. Reenie
ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. "I'm so, so glad you're
here," she said. "I missed you so much. . ."
"Reenie, what happened today? I could feel you calling out to me in your
mind. Something upset you very badly."
"It's Darien," she said. "I went over there tonight, and he. . .he didn't
act like he used to. He had a friend there, and he was paying attention to
him and acting like I wasn't there. It's like. . .he doesn't consider me
his daughter anymore."
Helios nodded. He thought again of the times he'd looked into the prince's
mind, sensed the changes he was going through.
"Well, Reenie, technically he's *not* your father. . .at least not yet.
Darien's still a young man. There's a lot he has to deal with, a lot he has
to learn for himself, before he's ready for fatherhood."
"But. . .the way he acted toward me before. . .it was like I was his
entire world. There were times when I thought he cared for me more than he
did for Serena." She gave a small smile. "So did Serena. Boy, did she used
to get mad!"
Helios smiled to himself. During his gentle probes into his prince's mind,
he'd gotten glimpses of his recent past, of his relationships with his
wife-to-be and future daughter. He'd sensed his frustration during the
occasions when they'd fought over him like two warlords battling over a
prime piece of land. But he'd also sensed the great love he had for both of
"And he still *does* care for you, Reenie. A *lot*. But the kind of thing
he's going through now. . .he needs new, different friends to help him
through it. Different points of view in his life. Darien has never had a
strong bond with another man in this lifetime. His friendship with David is
something he *needs* right now. By getting to know David, in a way, he's
getting to know himself as well."
"But. . .he acted like David was so. . .important. More important than me.
"Of course not. You and Serena will *always* be important to him. Always."
He smiled. "Do you find Darien any less important to you because *I* came
into your life?"
"No way! But, with you and me, it's. . .different. Different than it's
been with anyone else."
"And it's the same thing with Darien and David. Just let him do what he
needs to do right now, Reenie. . .and know that he loves you." And so do I,
he thought. He felt a small twinge of jealousy toward his prince, for being
able to see and be with Reenie whenever he wanted.
"I will." She stroked the horse's mane. "Thank you so much for being there for me."
"You know I'm always here for you."
"Darien said the exact same thing to me before I left his house tonight."
"There, you see? He *does* care about you." And then, Helios felt the
familiar sensation. . .of the night about to end, of the dream world about
to slip away. . . "It's almost morning. I have to go."
"Please. . .can't you stay just a little bit longer?"
"I wish I could. Goodbye for now, my maiden. . ."
She watched him start to fade away, dissolve back into a ball of light.
She reached for him, but her hand encountered nothingness. . .
And then, she was sitting bolt upright in her bed.
He came for me, she thought. He knew I was hurting, and he came for me.
Her heart filled with warmth, with love. But then, reality intruded. . .He
seems to know everything about me, about Darien and Serena. . .I wonder
how? It doesn't matter though. . .what matters is that he was *there.*
If only, she thought, he would come for me when I wasn't asleep and dreaming.
* * *
Raye left school and headed for the main part of town. I've got to track
Amy down, she thought. I've got to talk to her and get to the bottom of
this. I *have* to find out why she's been acting the way she has.
She'd told her grandfather she'd pick up a bottle of soy sauce on the way
home. Going to Yaohan would take her too far off the route she wanted to
travel, so she headed for the nearest AM/PM Mini Mart. Sure, she'd pay a
bit more money. . .but if she got to solve the Amy mystery, it would be
money well spent.
Just a phase she's going through, Mars said, she thought. Well, if it's
*just a phase*, why isn't anyone I know from school going through something
like that? I sure haven't been bombarded with people asking the details of
what Chad and I do behind closed doors. Okay, so maybe people aren't
exactly going to be asking each other about their sex lives in the halls of
a Catholic school, right under the nuns' noses - but they might when we
have lunch outside on the lawn. And I haven't heard a peep.
She found her bottle of sauce, and grabbed an onegiri out of a
refrigerated case to eat while she was walking - it had been a *long* time
since lunch, and she didn't want to have her stomach start growling at
Crown Cafe. She'd be tempted to eat a Serena-sized pile of food.
As she was digging through her purse for change, an all-too-familiar
feeling began to crawl on the back of her neck, rapidly shooting through
her entire mind, sending cold chills all the way to her fingers and toes.
A premonition of danger.
Impressions began to form in her mind, telling her exactly what was
happening, and who was involved. . .And then, just as the feeling of dread,
the ominous images peaked, the onegiri in her hand burst into flame. She
dropped it on the floor, shouting "Oh, GODS!" and stomping it out. She
dropped the sauce onto a nearby counter and ran full-speed out of the
* * *
A couple of blocks away, Amy was in the bookstore again. She'd always
spent a lot of time there in the past, but as of late, it had become her
second home. Especially the aisle labeled "Sexuality."
As she reached for a book, her sleeve pulled back a bit, and a
black-and-blue mark on her arm was revealed. She frowned. She had several
of those, on various parts of her body - the result of Adam's kitchen table
Another good idea that had not quite worked out.
Well, I did *learn* something from it, didn't I? she thought. I confirmed
my earlier findings about which positions give maximum stimulation to the
G-spot. I found out that shifting positions slightly can bring female
orgasm on faster. And, I found. . .that some pieces of furniture were just
not meant to withstand that kind of thing.
She sighed. Why does it seem, she thought, that we have so much trouble
with the same things that other people have done successfully? Perhaps we
just need to experiment further. Maybe we need to go back and do some of
those things over again, see if we can get it right this time. Maybe one of
these books has the answer, will let us know what we're doing wrong. . .
"Excuse me," said a soft voice at her elbow. "I'm afraid I don't have much
experience with this kind of thing. . .I'm looking for a book for a young
girl about to be married. You know, something that will show her. . .well,
how to be happy and stay happy. Can you recommend something?"
Amy turned, and saw a young woman with long, blue hair, dressed in a very
demure outfit - a lacy, violet drop-waist dress, with hat and shoes to
match. Probably a very wealthy, sheltered woman, she thought.
"Certainly. Can you tell me something about the bride?"
"Well, she's 22 years old, just graduated from college. . .her fiance is
the only boyfriend she ever had. . ."
"Is she a big reader?"
"Novels every now and then. She's not a big bookworm by any means."
"You sound like you know this person very well. Is she a relative?"
"My cousin. We grew up together. She's such a lovely girl."
Amy looked over the volumes on the shelf. Oh, she was intimate friends
with so many of them by now. . .She selected a couple that seemed suitable,
and removed them.
"'The New Encyclopedia of Sexuality' is written in a very colloquial,
easy-to-read style, and it has just about all the information you'll ever
need," she said. "'A Guide to the Male Body for Women' is very
straightforward and spells out a lot of complex medical technology in
"You sound like you really know your stuff," the woman smiled.
Amy turned crimson. "Well. . .I'm preparing for a career as a doctor. . ."
"I understand. You'd have to know about these things. Thank you *so* much.
Oh, I'm going to be meeting up with my cousin at the tea shop around the
corner after I leave here. Would you like to meet her?"
What a strange thing to ask someone you just met in a bookstore, Amy
thought. She must be a very lonely person. . .well, it would be rude for me
to turn her down. "I'd love to offer her my congratulations."
"Wonderful! Just let me pay for these. . ."
As he headed for the cash register, Fish Eye snickered to himself. Working
like a charm, he thought. Her Mirror of Dreams is as good as mine.
Once he had his books in his bag, he told Amy, "Right this way," and began
to lead her around the back of the bookstore. Odd, Amy thought. . .this
alley technically *is* a shortcut, but very few people use it. Especially
not people who look like her.
"Um, excuse me, but where did you say your cousin was?"
"Cousin?" said the other. "Did I say something about a cousin?" The woman
raised her hand, and something that looked like a theatrical curtain
suddenly appeared in the air above her, dropping down to cover her body. In
that split second, Amy realized what was happening. She raised her own
hand, preparing to call forth her Mercury wand. . .
But the other was too fast for her. Suddenly, there was a grotesque
creature in blue in front of her, looking like a cross between a fish and
the Michelin Man, which shouted, "ONE!" Amy felt something slam against her
back, and realized a wall. . .something that looked like an antique mirror,
dingy from being neglected in an attic for years. . .had popped out of thin
air behind her.
"TWO!" the creature shouted, and steel bands clamped around her wrists and
ankles. Amy shrieked, attempting to pull away, but the bands held her fast.
"And now, little girl," Fish Eye said, "let's see that beautiful dream. THREE!"
* * *
As she finished her transformation, her first into Super Sailor Mars, Raye
stretched out with her psychic senses, trying to pinpoint the spot where
Amy was. She's near, she thought. I know she is. . .but where? I can't zero
in on the spot. . .
And then, she felt a flare of pain in her mind, as if someone were sending
out a call of help, someone who was in unimaginable distress. It's Amy, she
thought. And I can sense where she is now. It's an alley. . .a few blocks
away from the one I'm in now. . .
She took off, running flat-out, feeling the silent scream of distress
getting stronger and stronger. And then, she caught a glimpse of something
going on behind Asahiya. . . She crept closer to the scene, and saw Amy
chained to what looked like a giant mirror, a small mirror in front of her
chest. And something which looked like some weird kind of clown was
grabbing the mirror, thrusting its head into it. Amy let out a scream of
pure agony which tore Raye's heart in two.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" she shouted, charging at the creature and slamming
into it bodily. But the creature remained rooted, clinging to the mirror
like a drowning man clutching a life preserver, and Raye fell to the
Fish Eye removed his head from the mirror. "What a beautiful dream." He
looked down and added, "Shame it had to be ruined by a pest butting in."
"I'll show you who's a pest!" Raye said, getting to her feet.
No, Fish Eye thought, I'll show *you*. Oh, how I'm looking forward to
this. "Lemure! Come forth and take care of both of them!"
A vapor began to rise from the ground, which slowly began to take shape.
Aha, Raye thought. I'll get it before it's fully formed. She took a deep
breath, remembering what Mars told her. . .that when the time came, she'd
know what to do. A picture began forming in her head, showing her just what
the attack involved.
She held out her hand, and a glowing sign of Mars appeared. "MARS!" she
said, and the glow shot out tendrils of light, which took the form of a bow
and flaming arrow. "FLAME. . ." she said, starting to draw the arrow back.
But then, something shot out and wrapped around her, pinning her arms to
her sides. The formless mass had become a living, rotting tree with
gnarled, decaying branches, three oval-shaped holes in its trunk forming a
face which looked like a Halloween ghoul mask. One of its branches was
wrapped around her.
Those idiots, Fish Eye thought. They just didn't know what type of a
lemure to use against a Sailor Soldier. All it takes is something very
simple, really. Nothing flashy, like they were doing. Just something to
hold them in place, so they couldn't attack.
"Now squeeze them until they're dead!" he instructed the creature. Raye
felt the branch start to tighten around her, bit by bit. . .a glance next
to her confined that the unconscious Amy was being held by another limb,
and was being squeezed as hard as she was. I have to do *something,* she
thought. She struggled, pulling first one arm, then the other. . .nothing
happened, except the branches got tighter, tighter. . .it was harder and
harder for her to breathe. . .
Fish Eye gloated. They're seconds away from death, he thought. My work
here is done. "Nice work, lemure," he said. "Bye bye, ladies!" He snapped
his fingers, and a shimmering wall of water appeared in the air next to
him. He stepped through it, and he was gone.
Raye continued to struggle, feeling weaker and weaker by the second,
feeling like it was futile. . .but she was going to fight until the very
end. If only she could get even *one* arm free. . .
She felt the creature's grasp shift a little, the coils of wood moving
just inches apart. But when she moved her hand around, she realized she
could poke it outside the branch and move her wrist back and forth. It may
be enough, she thought. It may be a shot. . .
And she began to will a magical tool she hadn't used in awhile to appear
in her hand. When she felt it, she drew as deep a breath as she could and
began to chant. "Rin, pyou, tou, sha, kai, jin, retsu, sai, zen. . ."
She gathered all her strength, drew as much air into her lungs as she
could, and said in a hoarse cry, "AKUYOU TAISAN!" She flipped her wrist,
flinging the ofuda at the creature. It just barely grazed the trunk. . .but
it was enough. The thing was stunned enough to loosen its grip on both
girls, and they dropped to the ground.
Raye sprung to her feet and, before it had a chance to recover, shouted
again, "MARS. . .FLAME. . ." This time, she had a chance to draw the bow
all the way back. "SNIPER!" The flaming arrow screamed through the air at
the creature, sending showers of sparks flying. It impacted, and the
creature let out an unearthly howl just before an inferno devoured its
entire body, thenvanished as quickly as it came.
Raye stood rooted to the spot, panting, breathing in the smell of smoke,
looking at the pile of ash that was all that was left of their assailant.
A groan told her that her friend was starting to come to. She knelt by
her, gently lifting her head and shoulders. "Amy! Amy, are you okay?"
Amy slowly opened her eyes. What happened? she thought. I remember the
bookstore. . .and the strange woman. . .and walking into the alley. . .
"Raye? Why are you here? And why are you Sailor Mars?"
"You don't remember?"
"Remember what?" She slowly sat up.
"You were *attacked*! By some overgrown tuna! And a psycho tree from hell
tried to kill us!"
"Oh. . ." She stood up and brushed off her school uniform, seeming as calm
as if she'd just tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. "Well, I'm all right
The hell? Raye thought. It's as if absolutely nothing had happened to her
"Amy, are you sure? What that thing did to you. . ."
Amy looked at Raye with a serene smile. "It doesn't matter now. I'm all
right. Really, I am. Thanks for helping me out, Raye. I have to go meet
Adam now, I'm late."
"Amy, wait!" Raye said. But the other girl was already walking away,
humming happily to herself.
Now Raye was completely baffled. If Amy's behavior had been odd before,
now it was downright frightening. Because she was acting very much like the
Amy she'd known. Almost too much so.
* * *
Amy drifted down the street, feeling like she was walking on air. She was
calm, so calm, more than she'd ever been in her life. She had no worries,
no cares. . .
What was that Raye had said? Something had attacked her? She had no memory
of the incident at all. It couldn't have happened the way she said, she
thought. . .or else I wouldn't feel so *good* right now.
Yes, she felt like she didn't have a care in the world. She'd been really
worried a day or so ago, hadn't she? Talking to herself. . .fighting with
herself, really. She felt like laughing. Over what? she thought. I can't
see where there was anything worth getting that worked up over.
She found herself thinking about what she and Adam were going to do that
night. I think, she thought, it'll be something *extra* special. She
remembered a conversation she and Serena had had once. . .
Yes, she thought. I'll do the same thing. Only I'll be in Darien's place,
She was passing the lingerie store where she knew Lita went. Ordinarily,
she wouldn't have gone in. . .she'd blush just crossing the threshold. But
not now. She didn't have an inhibition in the world now.
She walked in calmly, knowing exactly what she was going to buy.
* * *
Raye was back at the temple, pacing her bedroom. Okay, she thought. . .so
Amy seemed extra-calm after the attack. So doesn't that mean my fears from
before were groundless? I mean, if she was unstable, an attack like that
would make her flip out instantly. . .right?
But maybe, she thought, she *is* bonkers. . .and the calmness was just a
mask to hide her true feelings. That look on her face. . .it was *not*
She shuddered at the thought of the monster they had been up against. Damn
thing would have killed us both if I hadn't been able to use the ofuda, she
thought. Amy's lucky she can't remember it.
But when that happened to Lita. . .she had remembered the whole thing. . .
Well, she thought, maybe it affects different people in different ways.
And this is just how it affected Amy.
Maybe I should call her tonight, she thought, make sure she's okay. . .no,
she said she'd gone to be with Adam. Well, if something goes wrong, if she
*does* start to really flip out, he's the person she should be with, I
But still. . .
It's like her whole personality flip-flopped, she thought. Like it turned
right around, instantly. From on-edge to completely mellow. That is *not*
normal. Even after a monster attack.
Or is it? I haven't been attacked by one of those things. I don't know
what it's like. But. . .Lita has.
She picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number. Please be home,
she thought, please, please. ..
Relief flooded Raye. "Lita, it's me."
"Oh, hi, Raye. I just got in from the laundromat, let me put this stuff
down. . ." There was the sound of something being set on the floor. "Okay.
. .what's up?"
Gods, where do I start? Raye thought. She took a deep breath, and said,
"Something happened after school today. . ."
She poured out the tale of the attack on Amy, finishing by describing her
extra-calm demeanor. "I just don't know what happened to her. Before, she
seemed. . .kinda tense, kinda. . .not Amy. Now she's *Amy*, only it's. .
.Amy to the 10th power."
"She's lucky," Lita said. "What happened to me later wasn't pleasant."
"I was paranoid. . .I felt powerless, helpless. I felt like I was *not me.*"
Gods, Raye thought, maybe it *did* alter her personality, somehow. . .
"How long did it last?"
"I was all right the next day. Ken was with me, he helped a lot. Do you
know if she's alone right now?"
"She said something about going to meet up with Adam."
"She's in the best place she can be, then, if she's with him."
Yes, Raye thought. . .she is, isn't she? She tried to draw reassurance
from this. . .yes, Adam will be able to help her, like Ken helped Lita. .
.she'll be all right, won't she? Lita turned out okay, right?
"Lita. . .will you talk to her? Since you've gone through this already?"
"Well, if she's with Adam. . .I won't interfere now. But I will talk to
her in the morning."
"I'm just worried about her. . ."
"Hey, this is Amy, right? She's tougher inside than she looks. She'll be
fine. Listen, I've got some more housework stuff and homework to take care
of, I'll talk to you later, 'k?"
"Sure. . .I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Raye hung up the phone and took a deep breath. Sure, she'll be all right,
she thought. But. . .but Lita hadn't been having any problems when *she*
was attacked. Amy, on the other hand. . .
If it *was* a genuine problem. If it wasn't just growing pains, like Mars
said. He's a god, he knows everything, right? But.. .but he's never been a
teenage girl. . .
Tomorrow, she thought. I have GOT to talk to her tomorrow.
* * *
* * *
Adam approached the door to his apartment, key in hand. Amy would probably
be over shortly afterward. And then. . .it was another night of her
He groaned. I have *got* to talk to her about that, he thought. I want our
love life to be our *love* life, not a laboratory. If we keep on going the
way we are. . .it could mean very, very bad things for our relationship.
Love can't survive when it's constantly becoming a theatrical performance.
Well, he thought, whatever she wants, I go along with it tonight. And
then, tomorrow, we sit down and have our heart-to-heart.
When he opened his door, the first thing he was aware of was the scent. A
dark, musky perfume. . .
Stepping into the room, he noticed everything was dark. . .except for the
candles on the mantelpiece, the end tables, the coffee table. What the
hell? he thought.
"Amy? Are you there? What's going on?"
She walked slowly into the room. . .and he gasped when he saw her outfit.
A black corset covered her torso, and below it were a garter belt - which
was holding up black fishnets - and lacy, black crotchless panties. Spike
heels were on her feet, and her hands were covered by elbow-length gloves.
On her face were black lipstick and heavy eyeliner.
"Oh. . .oh, Gods. . ." he said.
"You are not permitted to speak until I give you permission," she said, in
an odd voice, a voice which carried authority. . .yet seemed strangely
spacy at the same time, like someone talking out loud during a dream. "When
you do speak, you are to address me as Mistress. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress." Why the hell did I say that? he thought. Why the hell am
I playing along with this? I should be blowing out those candles, putting
on the lights and insisting we have that talk *now*. This is just too much,
too far, too fast. . .
But he knew the answer to his own question, immediately. This is it, he
thought. She's gone over the top. She's taken it to the limit. Once we do
this. . .there'll be nothing else to do. If I play along with this. . .this
phase of hers will finally be over, and things will go back to normal.
"Now, before we go any further, I request that you remove your clothing.
All of it."
He reached up, his hands moving almost of their own accord, and began to
unbutton his shirt. It landed on the floor, alongside his pants, underwear,
shoes and socks. To his surprise, he realized his heart was pounding. Gods,
he thought. . .am I finding this *exciting*? The very idea baffled him. .
.he sure as hell had never fantasized about anything like this before!
"Very good," she said. "Now, you may approach me."
Slowly, he walked toward her, wanting to run away, wanting more for this
to go on. Why is she doing this? he thought. When he got near to her, he
started to draw her into his arms, brought his lips down toward his. . .
She batted his hands away. "I did not give you permission to touch me!
Now, bend over and take your punishment!"
Punishment? Another surge of strange excitement shot through him. "Yes,
Mistress," he said, leaning over and touching the floor. And then, he felt
her hand smack his bottom, a bracing, stinging slap that made him cry out.
She spanked him again, and he let out another yelp, finding the sensations
"Now, are you going to be good?"
"You can come with me into the bedroom, then."
As she took his hand and led him out of the living room, a delicious
sensation spread through her, one she hadn't felt before, at least not to
this intensity. The feeling of power. The feeling of being absolutely in
charge. Like in her dreams. . .the dreams of having absolute control over
her life, of knowing nothing at all was left to chance. I can make him do
anything, she thought. Anything at all. Haven't I made him do anything at
all up until now? All the experiments. . .the food, the strange positions,
the kitchen table. . .all my doing, all me.
When she had him at the foot of the bed, she pushed, so he was lying on
his back. Kneeling, she took his manhood in her mouth and started to suck
vigorously, moving it in and out rapidly, reaching under him and grasping
his buttocks. . .She felt him tense, heard him moan.
She raised her head. "Do you like that?"
"Oh, Gods, yes."
"Well, you can't have any more. Not until you serve me." She pulled the
top of her bustier down just enough to expose her breasts and leaned over
him. "Suck," she said. When he hesitated, she gave his side a slap. "I
He fastened his mouth around a nipple and began to draw, softly, then
rapidly growing harder, faster, sending hot jolts of pleasure shooting
through her body, which was only amplified by her sense of her own
power."Ohh," she cried, softly, "that's nice. Keep it up. . .don't stop. .
Adam continued sucking, tirelessly, wanting to please her, to be worthy of
the trust she'd obviously placed in him in living out this, what must have
been her ultimate fantasy. Maybe she's doing it for me, too, he thought.
Maybe she knew I was down, not enjoying our sex life anymore, and she
wanted to snap me out of the funk.
He was now starting to relax, get into it, his previous doubts falling by
the wayside. It was turning him on. *Really* turning him on. He didn't
realize how pleasant it could be having nothing to do, being able to just
lay back, relax, let his partner run the show. . .
"The other," she moaned. "Ohh. . .do the other. . .and put your fingers
down there. . ."
He moved his mouth to the other breast, and let his fingers slide
downward, onto the lace of the crotchless panties. He was tempted to let
his fingers wander all over the folds, to tease and tantalize. . .but he
knew that wasn't what his mistress wanted. He went straight for her sweet
spot, starting to caress, fluttering his fingers over it lightly, then
ringing it with quick brushes and flickers, touching it just long enough to
make her gasp, then going back to circling, circling. . .
Amy groaned, flinging her head back, pulling him closer, encouraging him
to suck harder, caress faster. . .it was all so good, so very, very good. .
.and all her doing. . .she had commanded him to give her this pleasure! She
felt herself getting close, oh, so close. . .but she didn't want to go over
the edge like this. She wanted to consume him utterly.
"Stop," she said. "Stop, right now."
He eased away his mouth, his fingers. "Yes, mistress."
She stood up, and regarded his prone form. "Do you want me to make you come?"
"Yes. Oh, yes, mistress!"
"Hmm. I don't know if you've earned it yet." She reached out and fluttered
his fingers over his manhood. "I may have to think about this, first. . ."
"Please! Oh, please!"
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
"On all fours." She watched him get into the position, and smiled to
herself. No matter what I say, he'll do it, she thought. And she spanked
him again, harder than she had before, glorying in his startled jump and
yelp. "Yes," she said. "You really love this, don't you?"
I do, he thought. Oh, Gods help me, but I do! "Yes, mistress."
She spanked him again, and again, and again. . .then bent over and lay a
tender kiss on his reddened buttock.
"You've been punished enough," she said. "Now turn over."
As he did, she went into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. Now,
she thought, the ultimate act, my ultimate conquest. . .She rolled it on
him, then climbed on top, thrusting hard, feeling him enter her. . .
Mine, she thought. He's mine, all mine. . .mine to do with what I will. . .
Her hips began to move, slowly, then faster and faster. . .
Yes, all mine. . .to use as I will. . .
To use? Use? But. . .I love him! Isn't using him. . .wrong?
She shoved the thought back, thrusting faster, harder. . .feeling the
pleasure build, and build. . .yes, it's right, it's *right*, we love each
other, and he's all mine, and I can do whatever I want with him, and it's
good, so very, very good. . .I want more, more, more, can never have
enough, because he's mine, mine, absolutely mine. . .
Her hips moved faster and faster, and she moaned as the luscious
sensations coursed through her, getting stronger and stronger and stronger
still. . .she was almost there, almost there. . .
Yes, yes, she thought, I brought this on myself! I control him completely!
My dreams have come true, I'm in control of everything, my life, my
destiny! I have power. . .
I have power. . .that I used against him, to manipulate him. . .
No, no! I didn't! He did it of his own free will!
What free will? You control him completely. . .remember?
She thrust faster, and faster, driving the thoughts away with pure
sensation, wanting to come, to obliterate all conscious thought. . .she
could feel him tensing under her, getting ready. . .
And then, the moment hit, and she let out a cry of triumph as she was
flooded with sensation. . .I did it, I dominated him completely. . .
Dominated him completely. . .
Used him. . .
Used the man I love. . .as a toy. . .as a tool . . .
And then, the full realization of what she'd done hit her, and she let out
a scream, not of ecstasy, but of agony.
I used him. . .I abused his love for me to fulfill my selfish needs. .
.what the hell kind of woman *am* I?
Adam was still in the delirium of his orgasm when he heard her scream. It
brought him back to harsh reality, and fast.
"Amy!" he cried, sitting up and pulling her in his arms. "Amy, what's
wrong? What happened? It was only a game, honey. . .you didn't hurt me."
She pulled away. "I don't want you to touch me any more!"
"I need to be alone, Adam. . .please, please let me be alone. . ." She
jumped up and ran into the bathroom, where she'd left her clothes, sobbing.
I can't look him in the eyes again, she thought. Oh, Gods, what have I
done? How could I ever make it up to him in a single lifetime?
* * *
The next day, Saturday, Raye finished the breakfast dishes, put out food
for the ravens, then picked up the phone.
Should I try Adam's house first? she thought. No, her mother didn't have
night rounds last night, Amy probably came home to sleep. And she dialed
the very familiar number.
"Amy, it's Raye. How are you doing?"
"All right. How are you today?"
"Pretty good. Listen, Amy. . .there's something I've wanted to talk to you
"Well, lately, I've noticed you've been. . .acting rather unusual. Asking
things that you normally wouldn't ask. . ."
"You mean, the talking to people about their sex lives thing?"
There was a bit of a pause, then Amy said, "You don't have to worry about
it anymore, Raye. I'm done with that."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it was just something I was. . .curious about for awhile. You know,
I'm always interested in the human body, how it works. . .and sex *is* one
of the things the human body does, you know. And, I figured. . .if I
couldn't ask my closest friends about these things, who could I ask,
"Well. . .right. . ."
"But I'm done with that. I found out everything I needed to know, and I've
moved on. I've become interested in finding out whether vitamins really do
boost your immune system. So, Raye. . .do you take Vitamin C pills
She sounds like her old self, Raye thought. Not the zombie she was
yesterday. Everyday Amy. Maybe she *did* bounce right back from the attack.
. .I guess she was healthy in the mind after all.
"No. . .I'm more into holistic and herbal medicines. You might try asking
"Okay, I will."
"So. . .see you later at Crown Cafe for lunch?"
"Sure! I've got to take a shower and get ready now. . ."
"Okay! Seeya later, then!"
"All right. 'Bye!"
Raye hung up the phone, a mixture of relief and embarrassment flooding her
body. Damn, she thought, now *I* feel like an idiot for worrying about her.
She's fine. Just like Mars said, it was just a passing phase.
She laughed to herself. Who am I kidding? This is *Amy.* Of course she's
all right. She'll always be all right.
* * *
Amy hung up the phone, and let the tears she'd been holding back come out.
I should get an Academy Award for that performance I just gave, she
thought. Pretending that the whole sex thing was nothing, just a passing
fancy. . .
Oh, Gods, what have I done to Adam? And after everything we've been to each other, ever since the Silver Millennium. . .
She remembered the day when she brought his memory back, freed him from
bondage to the Negaverse. . .He literally put his life in my hands, she
thought. Everything he is today, he owes to me. And this is how I treat
him. . .He deserves better than me. Far better.
Glancing over at the phone, she saw the "new messages" light blinking.
Adam had called three times since she'd run out of his apartment the night
before, leaving her "Mistress Amy" gear behind. She hoped he'd burn the
How, how could I have done that? she thought. How could I possibly let
things get so out of control?
She remembered what Raye had said to her yesterday about that blank patch
in the day, the time she had no memory of. . .about how a monster had
attacked her. . .maybe the monster attack made me go nuts? she thought. But
no. . .I've been attacked by monsters before. And Lita got attacked by a
monster, and it didn't do anything to her.
Besides, I was letting this sex thing get out of hand long before the
monster attacked me, she thought.
No, it's me. And I can't let the others know about this. I have to act
like nothing's wrong, put on a happy face. . .I can't let the others know
about my shame.
She got up to take a shower, her heart feeling like a lead weight in her chest.
* * *
"So what did the attack do?" Serena asked Raye. The six Sailor Soldiers
and Darien were occupying their usual large, curved booth at Crown Cafe,
huddling over and talking in hushed voices.
"It was an arrow of fire. . .and it completely torched the psycho tree.
Burned it away in two seconds."
"Whoa!" said Lita. "That's *much* more powerful than your old attacks."
"So, I guess that means we're all going Super one by one. Serena and
Reenie, Lita, then Raye. . .guess it's either you or me next, Amy!" Mina
I don't want to be Super, Amy thought. I don't deserve to be Super. But
she said aloud, "Guess so!"
"Hey, now, there's a possibility Darien might go Super, too," Serena said.
"I don't think so, Meatball Head. Remember, I don't even have an official
*first* level of power. I came into that Earth Blade by coincidence. I just
help you guys out."
"Hey, where *did* that Earth Blade come from, anyway?" said Lita. "I don't
think you guys ever gave us the full story!"
"It was Serena's Moon Blade for awhile, wasn't it?" said Mina.
"Um. . .yes," said Serena, blushing pink, remembering the Blade's true
origins. . .a rose he had brushed over her womanhood as they had made love
in magical form, transformed into a magical weapon through the energy they
had released during orgasm.
"Yeah, they never *did* talk about it, did they?" said Reenie.
"And we *won't*," Serena snapped, a bit too quickly.
"Aha!" said Raye. "So this is a story for when it's just us older girls, eh?"
Darien was turning as pink as Serena. "You don't want to hear it. You'll
"Bored?" said Raye. "Sounds pretty incriminating to me!"
"You GUUUUYYYSSS!" said Serena.
Amy listened, quietly, wishing she could join in the teasing. But her
heart wasn't in it. She wondered if her heart would ever be in anything
* * *
At the Dead Moon Circus, Fish Eye sat by himself in the bar, sulking. He
didn't look up when his brothers approached him.
"So, it's Mr. I-Can-Take-On-Any-Sailor-Soldier," Tiger Eye said. "Zirconia
FREAKED when she saw the footage of *that* little performance."
"What was it she said?" Hawk Eye added. "She was going to 'make sushi out
of him if he ever did anything like that again'?"
"Shut up," Fish Eye said.
"Now you know how we feel, Mr. High and Mighty," Hawk Eye said. "You got
your butt kicked by a girl, too."
"She didn't kick *my* butt! She kicked the lemure's butt! I'll just. .
.hang around next time, that's all! Make *sure* she's destroyed by the
lemure!" He hit the table with a clenched fist. "But dammit. . .it looked
like such a SURE THING! They were both as good as dead!"
"Exactly what we said," Tiger Eye said.
"Been, there, done that," said Hawk Eye.
"So. . .now what do we do?"
Tiger Eye and Hawk Eye sat next to the third, and all of them heaved deep
"Four of them," Tiger Eye said. "With the possibility of more of them
"Hey," said Hawk Eye, "maybe the problem is we've only been taking *one*
lemure to each job! We're just counting on there being one victim! We have
to take *one* for the victim, and *one* for the Sailor Soldier!"
"And what if all four show up?" said Fish Eye. "Each lemure gets killed
"Um. . .we have reserve troops we can call in?"
"Zirconia's already on our case for wasting lemures," said Tiger Eye.
They all sighed again. "So, there's no easy answers, is there?" said Fish Eye.
There was a pause. . .then, Tiger Eye leapt to his feet. "I got it! We go
on jobs as a tag team! I get the victim's attention with my charm. . .and
then, when she's absolutely mesmerized. . .bam, you two come in for the
kill! Simple, right?"
Hawk Eye and Fish Eye exchanged "oh, GEEZ!" looks.
"You're kidding, right?" said Fish Eye.
"I'm dead serious!"
"It's no wonder we have problems with Sailor Soldiers! What with your ego
as *big* as it is, the lemures have no room to do their work!" said Hawk
"Hey, at least *I* get the target's attention!"
"Oh, and I didn't? I was doing very well until those brats showed up!"
"Guys, GUYS!" said Fish Eye. "We're not going to get *anywhere* by fighting!"
The three of them let out deep sighs again.
"You know," said Tiger Eye, "this *used* to be fun."
The other two nodded agreement.
"I wonder," Fish Eye sighed wistfully, "if the *Sailor Soldiers* enjoy
The other two tried to think of sharp retorts. . .but they couldn't.
Because they were thinking the exact same thing.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I owe a huge debt of gratitude to my editor, Steve Savage,
who helped me walk a very fine tightrope with this story (especially the
Amy storyline). Thanks again as always, my friend! (You can check out his
original series, Xai, at http://www.seventhsanctum.com/xai. If you haven't
read it yet. . .you're missing a *great* story!)
Thanks also to my friends in Lemon Tree and everyone who's written to me
about my work and left me feedback at Fanfiction.net!
My Web site is at http://www.seventhsanctum.com/sailormac. It's been
updated with a new "links" page and the addition of a Weiss Kreuz section
on the stories page. E-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for a little while.