Sailor Moon, the Sailor Senshi, their guardians and friends, the Dark Kingdom and its inhabitants are all property of Naoko Takeuchi.

Avalon, Oberon, Titania, Puck, the Weird Sisters, Owen Burnett, Goliath, David, Fox and Alexander Xanatose and the Phoenix gate are property of Buena Vista television. (as far as I know)

Kryten, David Lister, Arnold Rimmer, Cat, Holly and the theory of the Omni-zone are all property of Doug Naylor and Rob Grant.

Yoda and Luke…think y’all know already…

The lyrics to "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" (part one) and "Farewell and Goodnight" (part four) are property of the Smashing Pumpkins, written by Billy Corgan and James Iha.

The lyrics to "I Shall Believe" (part two) were penned by Sheryl Crow and Bill Botrell.

Roma Ryan wrote the lyrics to the verse at the beginning of part three, part of an Enya song entitled "Evening Falls."

As for the characters of (this is a LONG list, unfortunately) Morganite/Morgan Shepherd/Éowyn, Lucien Goodchild/Leucite, Phoebe Loxeriam/Phenakite, Celestine/the Grand Inquisitor/Celeste Pendragon, Nepheline Syenite/Lena Quinn, Andradite/Andrea Rutherford-Troubetzkoy, Alexandrite/Alexander Rutherford, Zoya Troubetzkoy, Karl Rutherford and Jonathan Troubetzkoy, and Breccia, the force of Angelikarma, and the realm of Nemesis, are all of my own invention, though some are twisted versions/personalities of characters created by other people. Thus, you can’t have them without permission, ‘kay? Okay then…on with my ramblings…

-Claire, the unfortunate girl who got Celestine for a muse. (e-mail at luna_dreamscape@hotmail.com)

P.S. This part is BEFORE the attacks on Tokyo by the Dark Kingdom. I am screwing around with the emotions of the characters ‘cos it’s fun.

"Come to me now, Lay your hands over me Even if it’s a lie Say it will be all right And I shall believe – Broken in two I know that you’re onto me That I only come home When I’m so all alone But I do believe – That not everything is gonna be the way You think it oughta be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly you won’t give up on me And I shall believe."

Jadeite stared at the still form of his "brother" in shock.

Kunzite, Phenakite and Jadeite all stood around Zoisite’s bed in "his" chambers, watching the unconscious "king."

"This is really going to make his social life interesting," mused Phenakite. "Whoa, a sex change…he is going to be absolutely shocked!"

Kunzite looked at the new girl with a degree of sympathy. "You do have to feel a little sorry for him."

"I doubt becoming a woman will improve his mood," agreed Jadeite, with a long look at his new sister. "He never control his temper."

"So," said Phenakite. "Who wants to hang around and tell him the news when he wakes up?"

Kunzite, to his own amazement, said "I’ll do it. I know he’s your brother and all, Jade, and I’m sure our resident psychiatrist knows more about this than I, but…I want to talk to him. About Morganite."

"You mean her," corrected Phenakite absently, taking Jadeite’s unprotesting hand. "Come on, Jade – let’s just let Kunzite settle all this." She turned suddenly, and winked at Kunzite. "Just promise me, K, that you won’t try to kill her again."

He arched a pale eyebrow. "Would I do that?"

It was an hour before Zoisite awoke, and the whole time, Kunzite wondered why he had volunteered to do this. The kings of the Dark Kingdom were friendly-ish with one another for business purposes only – he didn’t understand his concern for the new, feminine Zoisite.

He had to admit, though, she looked really different when she was asleep. The vindictiveness of her character was absent, and she seemed so innocent. The change hadn’t affected her looks much – just a bit more shape on top, really…he smiled at himself, and wondered at his sudden change of heart about his troublesome charge. He doubted Beryl’s change would stop her from being himself – and he could guess what she was going to be like, if Morganite had indeed been her idol. Thinking about it, he did remember Morganite mentioning a promising young student several years ago, one who had been sent to the opposite side to complete his training with another teacher.

He thought only a little about Morgan. She had been like Zoisite – in character, not appearance. The cruel lines to her face, the conceited way she had held herself, the cold glimmer in otherwise emotionless violet eyes, they all told one automatically that Morganite was no pushover – and that she’d do anything to get to the top.

Kunzite couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t loved Morganite. They had made their way up the ranks together, until he had become the first of the kings, she the second. They were inseparable, always had been. He had loved her beyond reason.

Suddenly, all thoughts fled from his mind as Zoisite stirred, then sat up, rubbing her emerald eyes groggily.

"Ohh…my head…kibun ga suguremasen…"

"Sleep well?" Kunzite asked, a quirky smile touching his lips. She looked at him with suspicion.

"What are you doing in my quarters, Lord Kunzaito-sama?"

"Research," he said, his smile growing wider. "I want to gauge your reaction to Queen Beryl’s punishment on the panic scale I devised."

"Ha!" snorted Zoisite, undoing her long hair. Picking up a brush, she began to stroke it methodically. "Other than that pitiful blast, Beryl didn’t punish me – sorry to disappoint you, Lord Kunzite."

"Taken a look at yourself lately?" he asked, and Zoisite’s verdant eyes widened in horror.

"Oh god – if she’s touched my face…" She leapt off her bed, and peered at herself in the large mirror critically. "You lie! I look the same, absolutely…the same?!" Her voice trailed off as her hands halted on her chest. "Oh…my…god…" she whispered, and fainted dead away.

Kunzite conjured up a small notebook, frowning as he scribbled in the book. "Subject: Zoisite. Punishment: Sex change. Panic scale rating: A full ten…"

Zoisite sat on her bed, staring at her hands blindly, not knowing quite what to say. Kunzite read one of her books, a human title, ‘The Lord of the Rings,’ and found it surprisingly interesting, while waiting for some of her shock to wear off. He wondered at his patience – but for some strange reason, this unexpected turn of events had changed his view of Zoisite. She really was a lot more likeable, he observed, when she was thoroughly chastised. He wondered how long it would last.

"Would you like a glass of wine, Zoisite?" he asked, sipping his own. She shook her pretty head.

"Iie, kekkoo desu, Lord Kunzaito-sensei…I guess this makes me Lady Zoisite now, huh?"

He chuckled. "I guess so, chibi-seito."

"I could murder Beryl for this…but physically, she’s put me at a disadvantage, I’ll have to get used to this body now." She looked so miserable, that it touched Kunzite deeply. Not quite knowing what he was doing, he stood, and stepped to sit beside her on the bed.

"Don’t let this stop you, Zoiseito-kohai – though if you are out for Beryl’s blood, I should probably stop you. But I thought you said that Morganite was your idol. Well, let me assure you, Morgan would never have let something like this stop her from doing what she wanted to do. Genki o deshite."

Zoisite sighed, then something struck her, an odd question. "Sensei…if Morganite had been changed into a man by Beryl-sama, would you still have loved her?"

Startled, Kunzite looked directly into Zoisite’s beautiful green eyes. "Yes…I fell in love with Morganite for who she was, not for what she was. Even if she had been a man, I would have gone on loving her. Love’s special, you can’t give it up just because you may not like the situation it puts you in."

Looking almost melancholy, Zoisite looked towards the door of her rooms. "I wish I could find a love like that," she said wistfully. "But this…it’s really going to confuse me."

"Why?" asked Kunzite, and he continued without answer. "I mean, look at the kind of man you were…you were queer, weren’t you?"

Zoisite snickered. "I prefer the term ‘homosexual,’ Lord Kunzaito-sempai," she said with a smile. "Yeah, I guess you could say I was."

"So if you’re a woman now, doesn’t it make things easier on you?"

"I never had a problem with my sexual tendencies, even if you obviously do," snapped Zoisite, then she calmed slightly. "I just don’t know if I’m still homosexual in this body."

"What, you mean a lesbian? I doubt it, Zoisite-kohai. You still like men, it’s only your body that has changed, not your mind, or its desires."

Zoisite suddenly looked up at Kunzite oddly. "You know, Lord Kunzite-dono…"

"Yes, Zoi-chan?"

"Nothing," she muttered, looking away. Though she did wonder at the affectionate tab on her shortened name.

"I’d better go," he said, standing up. "You need time alone."

"Uh – wait," she said, and he turned in surprise. "I…I want to show you something."

Kunzite couldn’t believe his eyes.

Somehow, deep within the infertile Dark Kingdom, Zoisite had created an extraordinary garden like no other – filled with meandering paths, climbing vines, rambling roses. It was truly spectacular.

"Do you like it?" asked Zoisite shyly, indicating a beautiful fountain, in which goldfish swam freely.

"How…how did you do this?"

"A little magic, and a bit of time – I worked on it in between training sessions with my previous teachers," she said, remembering the countless journeys to earth, and all the energy she had expended. "I saw an earth garden once, and I adored every each of its organic beauty, so I made one I could enjoy whenever I wanted…" her voice trailed off as she looked up, raising her eyes to his. "With whomever I wanted."

He shifted uncomfortably, suddenly unnerved by the naked desire apparent in his student’s eyes. Zoisite may have been a woman now, but…

"I have other matters to attend to, seito," he said suddenly, and teleported somewhat abruptly. Zoisite sighed, and gazed moodily into the blue green waters of her fountain. She had fallen in love with Kunzite the first time she had seen him, but it had taken this transformation for her to realise that it wasn’t just lust – it was really love. Though, she could see quite plainly, even though she was very physically female, she was still a man in Kunzite’s wonderful cerulean eyes…and it was also obvious Kunzite wasn’t into ‘that way of doing things.’

Kunzite tapped his foot impatiently – where was Zoisite this morning? He had sent a youma to her last night, soon after he had abandoned her in the gardens. The youma had told her the lessons would begin come eight morning. Now it was past that hour, and still she had not arrived at his laboratory.

A sudden flurry of cherry blossoms announced her late arrival – Kunzite felt his heart leap into his throat, then quickly quashed his feelings.

"You’re late," he said dryly, trying not to notice how fresh-faced and lovely Zoisite looked this morning.

Zoisite scowled horribly, startling Kunzite, and she didn’t say one word. She simply rose into the air, crossed her lean legs, then spoke.

"Why don’t we just get to it, Lord Kunzite? Don’t waste my time by patronising me!"

He felt anger rise in his blood – and for some reason, he couldn’t control it like before. She had that effect on him. He lunged for Zoisite, and grabbed her right out of the air, meaning to deliver a stinging slap for her insolence.

She surprised him again, however. She threw all her weight against him, and pushed him backwards. The pair rolled across the floor, wrestling furiously. He was shocked at the girl’s strength, hidden well by her small form.

Suddenly very tired of all the fighting, he flung Zoisite off himself, sending her flying backward into a wall. She came back quickly, a bright light forming at her fingertips.

‘Ice blade’ he thought emotionlessly. When they collided again, he yanked it from her fingers, throwing it aside. And they promptly smashed into a wall.

Kunzite blinked several times, leaning against the wall. He was tangled with Zoisite, their limbs caught together like string. Her head was in his lap, and her bright eyes were closed.

Almost tenderly, he brushed a hand over her forehead, saying as he did so "My fiery, hot blooded little seito…daijobu desu ka?"

She stirred slowly, wrapping an arm around his neck so she could sit up. He suddenly felt breathless, from the closeness of her. She looked at him searchingly. "I’m fine…are you?"

"Daijobu desu," he replied, searching her emerald eyes in return. She was so near, so desirable, so…different from everyone in the Dark Kingdom. One second she was a homicidal psychopath, the next…

"Gomen nasai," she said simply. "I shouldn’t have done that…I just, lost my temper, that’s all." She grimaced. "I had an…interesting morning, and my temper is just too hard to control sometimes, when I get mad…"

"That’s okay," he said, surprising them both. His lips were only centimetres from hers, and her power was great. The scent of sakura blossoms made him want her so…

Before he could stop, he leaned down, his silky hair brushing her cheeks. His lips met and moulded with hers, and she automatically responded. Too soon did he realise it, and drew back.

"What’s wrong?" asked Zoisite, suddenly afraid. "Am I not…pretty enough for you? I’m not good enough…"

"Zoisite, please. I don’t think about my students like this, though I wish to hell you weren’t so damn pretty, so near, and so available…"

"Then you do think about me? You do think I’m pretty?"

A smothered groan escaped his lips, and he gently stroked her cheek, before averting his eyes and pushing Zoisite off his lap. "Get this straight in your head, Zoiseito-chan – of course you are pretty, but teachers do not think of their female students as women, nor do they feel any emotion for them except for tolerance, and sometimes, hate."

"I hope Beryl strikes me dead this second if you hate me, Kunzite."

He suddenly laughed, breaking the build up of uncomfortable tension. "You know, seito, this is NOT what I am supposed to be teaching you."

"Yet you teach it well," she smiled crookedly, not masking the pain of rejection evident in her emerald eyes. Kunzite tried to ignore it.

"What I really need to teach you is some discipline…that temper of yours HAS to go…"

"So you’ve fallen in love with Zoisite?" asked Phenakite slowly, a strange glint in her dark eyes.

Kunzite nodded miserably – he was having great trouble with the whole scenario. Zoisite had been under his training and guidance now for almost three months, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep away from her beauty, and her desire. Many a time he had caught her staring at him, just wanting him near to her. He had been horrified, on occasions too numerous to count, to catch himself doing it too – just watching her, desiring her, needing her, even.

Their lessons were certainly never dull, though they had never touched each other since their first morning class. He found his pride in his young student growing with each passing day, though her temper still left a lot to be desired. At least she had stopped trying to kill Nephrite.

"Yes – though I wish to god I could stop it! I don’t need this now…I’m not over Morganite…"

Phenakite grimaced at the mention of his ex-wife. It had been many months since he had spoken her name with such sadness in his voice. Her death had left him with guilt, hatred and an incredible sadness burning in his veins.

"I miss her," he said suddenly, looking at his hands. "I never told her everything…I was just so bitter over Nephrite, and I didn’t know how to deal with it…there was so much we never said to each other."

"Your divorce was too bitter, too messy – it’s not surprising you had unfinished business, Kunzite. I think…I think you should just leave Zoisite alone." She took a deep breath, praying that the real reason she said this wasn’t obvious. "You’re not ready."

"I’m not so sure about that, Phenakite-hime. I…I’m going to tell her," he suddenly said, with characteristic finalness in his husky voice.

Phenakite watched him teleport away, and then burst into helpless tears. She had waited too long, too long…she had her chance, and it was gone…and while Phenakite cried, alone and to herself, Metallia fell into deep thought.

Zoisite knelt in her garden, ruthlessly yanking weeds out, cursing loudly when she missed the roots, which was often – her anger and hurt ruined her already delicate concentration.

"Cursing isn’t becoming for a lady of your status, Lady Zoisite-sama," came a deep voice from behind her, and she turned in shock to gaze up at the tall form of her teacher.

"Sensei Kunzaito-sama…what are you doing here?"

He extended a hand, and she reluctantly, almost fearfully, put hers in his, and he pulled her to his feet. He didn’t seem to mind that her fingers got his white gloves dirty – he seemed just as enthralled by her as she was by him. "I wanted to have a parent-teacher interview, but since you don’t have any, I guess I’ll have to talk to you."

"What, you’re going to send me to the principal?" asked Zoisite softly, pulling her hand back, and smoothing out her uniform.

"Even if I hated you, Zoiseito-chan, I wouldn’t make you face Beryl-sama alone. And I don’t hate you, I…"

His voice faded out, but Zoisite understood. She moved away from him, and drifted over to a tall oak tree, from the branches of which dangled a swing. She placed herself on it gently, then began to swing madly, higher and higher, tears stinging her eyelids.

"What’s wrong?" he asked softly, and somehow, despite the wind whistling in her ears, she heard him. She stopped her swinging abruptly, and turned hurt orbs of pain on him.

"I am lost, so I am cruel…but I’d be love and sweetness, if I had you…"

He gently took her from the swing, and held her tightly in his arms. He stared down into her tear-streaked face with gentle eyes.

"Stay with me I’ll set you free…"

He leant down and kissed her for only the second time, and this time, he pushed all thoughts of Morganite from his mind, along with any trepidation’s about Zoisite’s former self…but still…

"Zoisite, kodomo, you’re only a child," he murmured softly. "I can’t do this to you…you don’t know what you’re doing…"

"I do…and you’ve given me too many long, desiring looks to tell me you don’t want me now. If you say that, you’re lying. You think of me as a child…but I grew up a long time ago. Don’t love me then, I don’t care. For I love you, and to me, that will always be enough. But even though you won’t admit it, you do love me, and want me."

"You’re a fool to think it will work," he said, but his words sounded hollow, even to his ears.

Zoisite smiled oddly, still clasped in his embrace. "Don’t you remember what I told you when we first met? That I would be a fool when it suits me?"

He reached a conclusion in his own mind. "Then I’ll be a fool with you," he whispered, leaning in towards her welcoming body as they crumpled to the ground, each kissing the other ardently, with abandon. He fell willingly into her emerald eyes…he couldn’t remember ever feeling so peaceful, so alive…

"How on earth did we end up like this?" purred Zoisite from beneath the silky sheets of her lover’s bed, watching admiringly as he preened before his mirror, preparing for a scheduled audience with Queen Beryl.

Their short affair had become something of a point of discussion in the Dark Kingdom – it wasn’t like they had tried to conceal it from anyone, because they knew they would find out anyway. Beryl had never directly said anything against it, and everyone talked about it. It wasn’t everyday a king had a sex change, and then consequently fell into the bed of another king – the eldest, as it were.

Zoisite wondered what Beryl wanted with Kunzite – alone, no less. She knew of Beryl’s antics with her kings, though she had never experienced it, because of her femininity. Beryl had more than one king because of her insatiable thirst for young flesh. Zoisite knew Kunzite still occasionally slept with Beryl, and though jealously flared in her murderous heart every night that they were apart, she accepted that Kunzite didn’t enjoy it. As he told her, sometimes it was just better to keep the horny bitch-queen sated, and not make a big deal out of it.

Still, though, a jealous creature by nature, Zoisite held it against Beryl – just another addition to her ever-growing list of grudges. Though the whole ‘changing restrooms’ experience wasn’t a bad thing. After all, Zoisite mused, if it weren’t for that, Phenakite probably would have…

She frowned as the ‘princess’ entered her thoughts. It was painfully obvious that Phenakite adored Kunzite, though he could have been in another dimension, he was so unobservant.

Besides, he had been mourning Morganite all that time.

Then what was it about ME that was so special? Zoisite asked herself. Everyone says I am pretty…but really…what was it?

"What’s that, little koibito?" asked Kunzite, turning from the mirror. His vanity was forgotten when he saw the deep, thoughtful look on his young lover’s kawaii face.

"I said…how did we end up like this?"

"We-ell…" drawled Kunzite, moving slowly, seductively over to the huge bed, pulling back the covers so he could admire the contours of her lean, taut form. "I seem to remember one young student of mine getting rather hot under the collar…" He moved his hungry lips over her throat, then down to her chest. "You’re so adorable when you’re pissed…" He moved his roving lips and hands to her face, holding her visage to his. He planted a feathery kiss on her flushed lips before continuing. "And I remember a little fight that left us in a rather compromising situation…and that’s where it all began, koibito. You had me then…you were so beautiful, so innocent in your psychosis…my little seito…"

"You are so sweet," she said softly, closing her eyes as he moved against her. "But pleasures of the flesh must wait…you don’t want to annoy our beloved queen."

"I’ll leave that to you, shall I?" he asked with a gentle laugh, tracing a single gloved finger down her pretty little nose. "You are very beautiful, you know that? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were an angel."

She smiled. "How do you know I’m not?"

He left one last lingering kiss on her upturned lips. "Ice crystals," he replied with a grin, and teleported away.

Sighing, Zoisite got up and fished a fresh uniform out of Kunzite’s immense closet. She disliked the drab greyness of the obligatory uniform…but they had to wear the awful things. She envied Phenakite her freedom in that area – the princess could wear what ever her heart so desired, and she generally wore the purple velvet blazer and skirt, only occasionally did she wear trousers.

Zoisite mused on that – now that she was female, and comfortable in her form, maybe she could start wearing skirts. Maybe even one like Morganite had used to wear…

She quickly quashed THAT thought. It would be suicide to remind Kunzite of his esteemed former wife. Kunzite never talked about her, but Zoisite knew there must still be a lot to resolve in that area.

To her amazement, as she brushed her long hair half an hour later in front of the mirror, Phenakite’s diminutive form wavered into existence.

"How…how did YOU get in here?" she asked in amazement. Surely Kunzite had put the wards up, to keep out any but himself and his lover.

"Oh, didn’t he tell you?" asked Phenakite, somewhat off-handedly. "I have an in – always have."

"But…but…"

"Forget it, Zoisite – I’ve been sent to get you. Beryl wants to see you, and she is too busy to summon you telepathically, her mind is occupied. But she wants to see you."

Her cat-like eyes suddenly gleamed. This could mean only one thing – a mission to ‘earth,’ a more valuable power source to search for, something that could make all her dreams with Kunzite come true…something to set then both free.

"Maybe," said Phenakite, as if she was reading her mind. She raised an eyebrow, looking surprisingly like Kunzite. "Or maybe you’re just in trouble again."

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