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. (Also, in part three, there is a reference to the song "in the arms of sleep.")

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.

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Primping before Kunzite’s mirror for an additional ten minutes had been a mistake, she saw that now.

Beryl appeared highly pissed this morning – she snidely wondered if it had been Nephrite who had not ‘performed’ adequately the night before. Kunzite was unusually silent during the bitching out Beryl directed at the pair.

Basically, she believed that Kunzite and Zoisite, being too immersed in other ‘amusing activities,’ were neglecting their greater mission. Not that Kunzite actually had a specific mission at this point in time, though Zoisite was supposed to be seeking out the so-called ‘ginzuishou.’ However, being her teacher/mentor, in theory Kunzite should have been assisting her in her endeavour. Instead, they found more interesting ways to pass their time.

Her cheeks flamed as she listened to Beryl’s descriptive, and somewhat crude assumptions about their relationship. She was not playing footsie this time.

"If either of you neglect your duties in favour of each other again, rest assured, you will be severely punished!"

"Eternal sleep, majesty?" asked Nephrite smugly, from where he stood behind the pair with Jadeite and Phenakite. He enjoyed seeing Zoisite get chewed out by Queen Beryl, though he did think it a pity that Kunzite had gotten dragged into this. The two highest ranking of the kings had had their problems, but they respected each other too much to give way to petty maliciousness.

"I’ll give YOU eternal sleep!" shrieked Beryl, rounding on Nephrite suddenly. His eyes widened in shock, but he knew better than to whine about it. Beryl couldn’t stand spineless, gutless creatures. It was half the reason she had such an extensive crystal collection in her ‘cupboard of knick-knacks.’

"Is that really necessary, majesty?" asked Phenakite quietly – she was the only one who would dare object openly. Anyone else would have suffered the fate she threatened Nephrite with.

She smiled cruelly. "Are you questioning my judgement, dear princess?"

"I am merely saying-"

"You are merely the former princess of a dead world, Phenakite. Don’t ever forget it."

Though Beryl had cruelly jested at and rebutted Phenakite’s words for mercy, she seemed to have lost any interest in adding to her collection in her ever-growing mausoleum.

Kunzite cast an admiring glance over to Phenakite, but she purposely looked away, ignoring him. Slightly hurt and very confused, Kunzite dragged his eyes away from the beautiful former princess. She had seemed so distant as of late, he couldn’t understand it. She had never acted this way before.

Although, now he had Zoisite, he rarely had to talk about Morganite, to try and make sense of his feelings. He found that when he was with Zoisite, Morganite faded from his mind.

"Are you all understanding my words?" Beryl blasted the sentence at them, and everyone hastily bowed, including the assorted youma.

"I’m a hearing you on FM," piped up a chirpy voice from the crowd. Nephrite flinched visibly, and Beryl smiled oddly before dismissing them all.

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Zoisite sat in the living room of the west wing of Kunzite’s citadel, flicking idly through a book on crystallography. Kunzite looked at another book – and saw another face.

He hadn’t realised that it would bring back so many memories – going through Morganite’s things had been a personal demon revisited. But she had the most extensive collection of crystal memorabilia in the Dark Kingdom, and he would have done anything to help his koibito. He was continually surprised to realise just how much she had come to mean to him.

"Is something wrong, Kunzite?" she asked, worry in her verdant eyes. She had been watching him intently for the past few minutes, noticing with alarm the pale pallor and stillness of her sensei, her lover.

"No," he murmured with a sigh, gently closing the album, holding back tears.

"Nanii?" Zoisite hadn’t heard him, and was really beginning to wonder.

"I said NO!" he snarled suddenly, his delicate grip on his calm snapping. He turned on what he loved most and shouted "Just leave me alone you nosy little bitch!" He regretted the words the instant they fell from his lips, the lips that had only moments ago caressed the porcelain skin of his koibito.

Eyes very wide, and filling with horrified tears, Zoisite suddenly began trembling uncontrollably, cowering in her chair. She teleported in a flash of cherry blossoms, leaving Kunzite alone.

He stared blindly at the cover, and threw it against the nearest wall. "Oh, little seito…" he murmured, and then he sighed heavily. "Morganite, why can’t you just stay dead…"

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Zoisite lay on her back amongst the roses, staring at the bleak, desolate sky of the Dark Kingdom, uncaring, unfeeling.

So, Kunzite didn’t love her after all. Hardly surprising, really. He had never really gotten over Zoisite’s former self, anyway, so turn of events was not highly unexpected. Still, though…it had been so sweet, so beautiful…like the world lost so long before.

She tasted the tears before she felt them. It was only now that she fully understood the extent of Beryl’s punishment, and what it was doing to her.

Females were more intuitive than males, everyone knew that. And now, as a female, Zoisite could sense things…or, more likely, remember forgotten memories. Of the Silver Millennium. Their pasts. Shattered futures.

"Oh god," she whispered, placing a shaking hand over her heart. This was tearing her into jagged pieces – she felt so female, yet she knew a strong part of her was male – and memories, the blue-haired senshi…and the command of Prince Endymion…

She screamed, loud and clear, three simple words – "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

A ragged sob caught in her throat, and she stood shakily, before racing wildly through the knee-high grasses, to somewhere, anywhere, someplace where she could be REAL again…

"I WANT TO GO HOME!" she shouted, tears in her words. "THEY’LL KILL ME – AND ANYWAY I GO, I’LL ALWAYS BE WRONG!" She fell to her knees abruptly, her heart aching. "And Kunzite – I miss you. You made me real. You made me feel. But…I can’t live like this. I want you…but he doesn’t need you. He wants Ami-chan and I…I can’t be two people at once…or more. I’m too many people, and I can’t…I’m sorry."

The ice blade felt strong and safe in her trembling hands. The reassurance of a familiar object helped her strengthen enough to place the sharp end pointed towards her heart.

"I only want to be me – and when I can, I will."

She had always wanted to die pretty…amongst blooming beauty, peaceful and happy at last…

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Kunzite looked at his gloved hands, wondering if he should try and find Zoisite. His younger lover was easily hurt, he had discovered that early on in their relationship. For all her vindictiveness, and driven ambition, she was highly insecure. Her temper was a good indication of this – she smouldered with emotions that she couldn’t control, and he wondered how anyone could live like that – so out of touch with themselves. "They can’t," whispered a voice, and he turned, stunned, to find Phenakite, standing like a prophet with her hands out stretched, regarding him with her deep eyes. She lowered her hands.

"She can’t live like that Kunzite. Therefore, she can’t live."

His eyes narrowed. "If you’re reading my mind, Phenakite, I would politely ask you to get the fuck out of my head."

"I’m just telling you, Kunzite – Zoisite is temperamental. Impulsive. And when she gets an idea in her head, she’ll follow it through without regards to consequence."

"What are you talking about?"

"I think you already know," she whispered, then added in a low voice, "Things don’t have to be this way – catch me on a better day."

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Her hand faltered.

The shadow that fell across her from behind was all too familiar. But no one could halt her now.

"Fuck off," she said calmly, preparing to plunge the dagger into her chest.

"I’d really like to, Zoisite," replied Kunzite in a conversational tone. "But I need to ask you something."

"Two seconds, Kunzite."

"You did put me in your will, didn’t you?"

The ice crystal fell softly to the grass, and Zoisite buried her face in her hands, beginning to sob horribly.

Kunzite was still to make a single move.

"I hate you! Damn you for making fun of me!" She suddenly began tearing the roses from her garden, pulling them out bare-handed, regardless of the thorns. "This is what I’ll do to you! You ruined me, and I’ll ruin you!" She began to chant it rhythmically, in time with the ruthless yanking of the blooms. "You ruined me, and I’ll ruin you…you ruined me, and I’ll ruin you…you…"

"Revenge is fucked, and so are you," he said sadly, and knelt beside her with a heavy heart. "And I sure fucked you up, didn’t I?"

Zoisite thrust an ice crystal into the ground, and raked a long rent into the soil, exposing roots and worms. She began to randomly plunge the crystal where she pleased, her eyes blank with fearful anger.

"I hope that ground isn’t a metaphor for me, seito."

"You never loved me!" she accused him suddenly, eyes flaring with emerald fire as she whipped around to face her lover. "It was lies, all lies – but why did you do it? All I ever did was love you!"

"And try to kill me," he added mildly. "Though that was never the problem – YOU were never the problem. I love you, and probably always will. But really…"

"What?" she spat. "I’m being too emotional again, am I? Well, damn you to hell, Kunzaito-sama. I DON’T need you…or anyone else. I have enough people in my mind to populate a small galaxy!"

He smiled gently, and her eyes suddenly softened. She dropped the second crystal, and flopped down into the grass. "Love – I put so much faith in it."

"Faith can’t help you to escape, Zoiseito-kohai. I know that, better than I know anything." Though he desired greatly to touch her, be with her, he allowed her to lie alone. He realised now what had screwed he and Morganite over, and damned if he was going to let it happen to he and Zoisite.

"What do you mean?" she asked quietly, sounding melancholy, sad.

He looked at her path of destruction. "I have made many mistakes, Zoisite...my koibito, my love. And I am sick of letting those whom I love down. Which is why I won’t let it happen again."

"Who did you let down?"

"Morganite, Alexandrite…even Nephrite, in a way."

"Nanii..?"

Sighing heavily, he leant to grasp her finally, pulling her to him. "I’m going to tell you about Morgan."

"Nanii?"

"The truth behind our relationship…and Nephrite’s involvement in it. He was the reason behind our divorce…this is the truth, as I know it. Morganite’s truth was lost the day she died."

Zoisite knew when not to speak. She could feel his pain, and she willed it to go, wrapping her own arms about him. But she was a small force in an omnipotent tempest.

"I trusted her, I loved her, I adored her…I had known her from childhood, and I adored her. And she adored me – never had anyone in the Dark Kingdom realised that two of their own could love one another like that…and when we could, we married.

She was so beautiful…dark hair, dark eyes…but it was her heart that was the darkest. Of us all, she was the most evil. We all have our reasons behind our madness, but Morganite…she killed without remorse, without reason, without guilt. Death, to her, was a handy tool. She had no respect for Beryl, no respect for Metallia, and little respect for me. The only reason she never hurt me was because it hurt her to do so – though she never completely understood why. She loved me, but she didn’t know what love was. She stayed with me, though – I think a dormant part of her just wanted me to set her free.

Morganite isn’t human, not like the rest of us. Except Phenakite of course, and I would assume Leucite to be human, too. Morganite was...what is known as a dark elf, a changeling. She was from the earth realm in another dimension, one of Oberon’s children. Before they left the eternal summer of Avalon to explore the mortal world, Beryl came to Oberon’s court. She was, as you can guess, a lover to the King for awhile, despite the fact he was married at the time. She wanted to take some of his children back to the Dark Kingdom with her, but Titania, Oberon’s wife, was highly opposed. Thus, when they divorced, Beryl returned. Oberon would only grant her permission to take one, though. His strange, evil little daughter, Éowyn. She had a temper far worse than even yours, seito. She had a wicked grip over it, she could control it like no other I have seen. She could direct her wrath…and her power, the eternity, was no plaything. She could yank a spirit out of its body and ! take on the body herself. Soul transferences are tricky, and require voluntary participation. Unless you have the necklace of eternity.

So – Éowyn was killed by Beryl a thousand years ago, and reborn recently into a new life with the rest of us. You may or may not understand the significance of the ouroboros of which I speak, but I think you do. You have memories now that you didn’t know existed. So I think you know – we’ve all died once, and been reincarnated. Our bloody rebirths as members of the Dark Kingdom." He fell into a deep, brooding silence.

"Rebirth – how do you know all this? I’ve only just begun to remember – and I don’t even remember anything that clearly…it’s all so screwed up…"

He shook his head sadly. "I remember because I’m not allowed to forget. It is an oath you do not understand, you never did. It is unimportant now, though. All this illustrates is that, the second time around, we grew up together. All of us, some more than others. You and Jadeite were brothers, for instance. And Nephrite…well, I’m not supposed to talk about that."

"Nanii?" asked Zoisite eagerly, always willing to hear the dirt on Nephrite. Kunzite shook his head faintly.

"We always had an attachment to each other, I don’t think there was ever a time when I didn’t know her. Even in my very earliest memories of this life, I can still sense her presence.

We knew we were different – while the others would argue, and back stab one another, generally behaving like you, dear koibito, we would share ideas, thoughts, and each other. Our teachers tried to tear us apart, turn us on each other, but they never could. We were too deeply involved for that kind of purile nonsense.

Then, some years later, we married. You were probably even there, I suspect most of the Dark Kingdom was."

Zoisite nodded. "Jadeite forced me too – he told me that his teacher was marrying another ‘king,’ and I had to be there, as per Beryl protocol. I had to leave my studies with Variscite at the other end of the Dark Kingdom, and return for your wedding. I never got anywhere near you, I only watched the service then left."

"I’m so thankful for your support," said Kunzite dryly. "Though we didn’t know each other then…at least, not in this particular lifetime.

But Morganite…she was a radiant angel that night. I loved her more than life, more than my own life…"

Zoisite burst into laughter. "You loved her more than you loved yourself? That’s incredible!"

He smiled sweetly at his younger lover, and kissed the top of her head. "I have to say, for awhile there, she was the perfect bride. Then her temper came out…after we married, her temper became more apparent.

Some say it was I who brought out the worst in her after we married. I don’t know if that’s true…or maybe I just can’t accept that my love could twist her into something so malevolent.

"But we still loved each other – or at least, I know I still loved her. We would still help one another, like we always had.

"I won’t…embarrass you with the details of our relationship. Suffice it to say, there was never any problem in that department. That was actually the reason I believed she still loved me – because even though I knew love didn’t necessarily come into the equation, I still felt more alive when we were one."

"So she was a good lay, then?" asked Zoisite bluntly. She smiled angelically as Kunzite gave her one of his famous glares, though it was a lot less intimidating than normal. "Sorry – I can’t keep my mouth shut. You should know that."

He planted a soft kiss on her lips, and hugged her close to his chest, in an unusual display of affection. She snuggled into the crook of his arm, and fell willingly silent. A first if there ever was one.

"Then…one day it was over. Morganite told me the truth…she was in love with Nephrite, had been through most of our three year marriage. That was why we divorced…though I would have taken her back if she asked…I was smitten, though now I know it was futile."

Zoisite reached up a hand to brush away a single tear, and he smiled at her, the sadness leaping from his eyes, to be replaced by his love for her, stronger than what he had felt for Morganite. "You are so beautiful, so fiery and bright – how did you ever end up here? With a blade to your heart and your eyes in tears? What was so wrong? For surely it wasn’t just me that forced you to do it."

"Distant memories," she whispered, moving a hand to his cheek, stroking it gently. For some reason, this made him think of a piano…where he had tried to teach him to play, a thousand years ago…

"I couldn’t cope with it – for some reason, when you yelled at me, my mind’s dam burst, and I remembered much…most of it bad. Though it’s all blurry and indistinct now, I did have one moment of astonishing clarity. I knew I was wrong. Everything about me was wrong. I was meant to die…"

"I’m sorry I made light of what you felt – that crack about your will was unnecessary."

"But it worked," objected Zoisite, looking at him with wide green eyes. Once again, Kunzite could hear the strange ivory and ebony music, mixing harmony and melody.

"You’re an interesting combination, you know that?" whispered Kunzite, winding his long fingers through hers, embracing her frail body to his. "Part child, part seductress, part vindictive little bitch…"

She smiled sweetly, almost sadly. "I’ll take that as a compliment, shall I?"

"You do whatever you want – you always do. Morgan was like that too…I’m used to it."

"That’s one of the reasons you like me, isn’t it? Because I remind you of her…

She sounded so sad, yet so accepting of her fate, and it hurt Kunzite to hear it. He held her even tighter, like he expected her to teleport away from him, leaving him alone with his own fears, in her garden of roses.

"I love you for who you are, koibito," he whispered softly, rocking her like a child. "You’re different from Morgan – you feel. You have genuine emotions behind those beautiful emerald eyes of yours. I…I love you, and I probably always will." He shook his head, and kissed her long, passionately, causing her body to rise to his, her longing for him awakening. "Correct that," he murmured softly. "I’ll always love you, dark angel of bright skies…"

Zoisite curled up in his arms, and they lay back against the ground, her legs entwined in his, one of his arms around her slender waist, two of their hands clutched in the middle, Zoisite’s other hand in his long, silver tresses.

"It moves in circles…you still love me, don’t you?"

Kissing her fingers with soft lips, Kunzite pondered deeply before he spoke – a characteristic move. Unlike his fiery little seito, he tended to think before speaking, and Zoisite, knowing this, didn’t speak a word.

"Love – it comes unbidden."

She shuddered at his words. "What does that mean?"

"I do love you, and always will, as I said. But…a part of my heart still resides where ever Morgan is now, and I think you understand that."

Zoisite tried to picture Morganite in her head, and remember her former teacher. She had been so maliciously beautiful, like a violent winter tempest. Horrifying beauty. Her angular face, made even more pronounced by the sharp, sleek lines of the bob she wore her ebony hair in, eyes a dark violet, and so cold.

She frowned as she thought – it was always so odd to her to think of that time. Becoming a woman had changed her perspective greatly, along with the memories it stirred. Things were strange in these times.

"I can’t stop you from loving Morganite – and I won’t try," she said sadly, but she didn’t feel any real jealousy, though it was in her nature to do so. But really…dead was dead. Morganite’s body was gone, and her memorial lay in the Necropolis, with Beryl’s other charms.

She wondered about the Temple of the Ancients, where Morganite’s ‘body’ was. She had never been inside…

Kunzite was playing with a rose, a beautiful pink bloom that was so perfect, it had to have been magical in origin. He handed it to his student as they sat up, and she smiled, tucking it behind one ear. "Arigatoo gozaimasu, Kunzaito-sempai. How did you know I liked pink roses?"

He gestured to the expanse of the wide garden, and she giggled. "I wonder, koibito, I wonder…"

She looked at him, sensing something about him. An unresolved matter, as it were. "Tell me, Kunzaito-sama…there’s still something gnawing at you, ne?" She threw herself over him, scattering kisses over his face, as if to take away his pain with her love.

He winced, and fought within himself. Tell her! a voice urged, while another, Morgan-like voice said DON’T YOU DARE, IT’S NONE OF HER CONCERN.

"I’ve…I’ve always wanted children," he said, settling for the middle. Zoisite now only knew half, but that was enough. For now.

"Children?" Zoisite appeared aghast, eyes shocked as she pulled away to look at him with wide eyes. "You want KIDS?!"

He pulled her back to him, kissing her forehead with a great deal of affection. "Problems, seito?"

"No…I…it’s just – you want CHILDREN?! I never thought…"

Kunzite smiled, and moved closer to reassure his shell shocked lover. "Oh, seito, don’t panic. I didn’t mean I wanted them now, I’m just saying, that in the future, when things are calmer…"

"You want children – with me?" she squeaked, a wonderful warmth spreading through her chest.

Smiling, he ruffled her coppery curls with a gentle hand. "Anata ga daisuki desu…little seito, I love you. I want to marry you, and be father to you children. If you will allow it, of course."

"How could I not?!" she cried out in happiness, kissing him with a passion unmatched by any other, even his for her. He could sense the power of her love through the bond of their kiss, and he allowed himself to fall into her as she drowned in him, two people allowing their minds to meet and meld.

She ended the kiss reluctantly. Their kisses were always intensely emotional, passionate and incredible, a wonderful expression of love gone right.

"So you will marry me?"

"NOW!"

He chuckled, running a finger down her nose, touching her lips with practised familiarity. "Always willing to jump in with two feet, ne?"

"You still haven’t broken me of my impulsiveness," she said with a wicked grin. "And here you are, supposed to be my teacher and everything…you incompetent."

"Shall I prove my worthiness to you in other ways, dear seito?"

"I’m waiting."

He picked up her slight form easily in his arms, looking at her with a proud love. Pure adoration was in her eyes.

"I love you," she whispered huskily, slipping her slender hand into his jacket, caressing his chest. He smiled back, kissing her lips gently.

"Anata mo daisuki desu," he murmured, and he meant every word.

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Kunzite wondered why he had been unable to tell Zoisite of the truth behind his desire for a child. But then again…

"Morganite," he whispered in a tired voice. "How could you let him…" A name suddenly popped into his mind, as he sat alone in his citadel, in the early hours of the evening, and Zoisite was working that night.

Leucite.

That was it! If anyone could help him with this, it would have to be that weird ex-friend of Morganite’s. Leucite, however, was hard to find at the best of times – and times were strange in the Dark Kingdom. Beryl was gearing up for her attack on earth…and only Kunzite, the only important one who remembered, understood what this meant. If they were alive, the court would be alive once more…he remembered the way they had been, and what they once had seen. Though he felt no emotion about his former life whatsoever. It was like watching a movie on a screen, he felt so little.

They had all been friends, lovers, comrades…until Beryl had come. To take them home, she had said.

The four generals of Endymion were now the four kings of the Dark Kingdom, and their Queen. It hadn’t been until he had met Zoisite that the face of the fourth general in his dreams and memories had cleared. Until then it had been blurred, indistinct. He had always recognised Jadeite and Nephrite, for he had grown up with them in this life. It had taken Zoisite’s initiation for memories to clear.

Now he knew that she had memories, too – sentient memories, unlike his emotionless movies. From what he could remember of the old Zoisite, though, he always had been the soft and sensitive one.

Leucite, though. It came back to Leucite. He had always been their token ‘innocent,’ different to Phenakite, yet innocent no less. Kunzite had no idea as to his true origins, he had not been a part of the Silver Millennium, though he must have been human once, like them all. He was no youma. And he had always held a strange, brotherly affection for Kunzite’s ex-wife.

Unique was perhaps a good word to use to describe him. He wore a uniform not unlike that of the others, yet it was constantly hidden by his long black cloak, held closed at the high collar by an unusual pendant of a phoenix. The Phoenix Gate, he had jokingly called it, though he refused to say where he had gotten it from or what it did. "A gift to transverse centuries," he had said cryptically, and he seemed to know a lot about Morganite’s former self. It was from him that Kunzite had gleaned most of his own information.

He decided to ask Phenakite if she had seen him lately. She was generally a good person to go to about these things, and Kunzite found her easily. She was at the shore of a Dark Kingdom lake, absently throwing stones into its glossy depths. Kunzite recognised the almost human-like youma at her side – Chryscolla. He was a handsome youth, with waist length green hair held in a neat tail, and eyes like stormy grey skies. He was intelligent for a youma, and fundamentally human in appearance. Kunzite knew him to be Phenakite’s personal guard.

"Phenakite-hime!" he called, and the two heads snapped up. She smiled weakly.

"Lord Kunzite-sama…to what do I owe this…pleasure?"

"I’m looking for Commander Leucite."

"Oh. Well, I truly don’t know where he is. I doubt he’s in the Dark Kingdom, though. You know how he’s into parallel universes, the Omni-zone, alternative realities, other dimensions? He told me he had a problem with one, and he had to sort it out. The Gathering, he called it. He sounded pissed, but still worried as hell."

"The Gathering?"

She shrugged fluidly. "Don’t ask me." Absently she stood, Chryscolla leaping to attention at her side. She paid him no heed however, simply looking long and hard at the eldest king with burning eyes. Finally, she looked away.

"Queen Beryl doesn’t like your relationship with Zoisite, does she?"

Kunzite was flabbergasted. "What does THAT have to do with finding Leucite?"

"I hear things…I hear voices." Her luminous eyes turned back on him, the seriousness within tingeing Kunzite’s heart with a cold stab of uncertainty.

"Our Queen grows restless. And things change. Always they change."

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