Beryl, at the order of Metalia, kidnapped and brainwashed Endymion’s guards: Kunzite, Zoisite, Nephrite, and Jadeite, who were in love with Serenity’s own Honor Guards: Sailor Senshi Venus, Sailor Senshi Mercury, Sailor Senshi Jupiter, and Sailor Senshi Mars, respectively. To make the blow even more harsh then what it already was becoming, The guards of the Prince killed their own lovers and helped to destroy the kingdom they once loved so much...

Queen Serenity, in an attempt to save her daughter, used the last of her life to trap her daughter's soul within the ginzishou {The Empyrean Silver Crystal}, along with Endymion, and her guardians, the Senshi and sent them to Earth for a chance to be reborn. Their destiny was to destroy Beryl and Metalia forever. The ginzishou shattered and covered the Earth, becoming known as the nijizuishou, or the seven Rainbow crystals. Beryl could not find all seven until the Senshi and the one called Sailor Senshi Moon had awakened.

This a tale of the two Kings of Beryl, Kunzite and Zoisite. The pivotal turning point in their lives that changed everything.....

DISCLAMER: This story was inspired by the anime series "Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon." All charters {except Zircon, Peridot, Alric, Amethyte, and Alexandrite are mine.} are the property of Takeuchi Naoko-sama. This is written out of love of the Dark Kingdom Kings. If you use this for profit, BEWARE I know who you are! {Insane maniacal Laughter!} {In this version of SM, I have used a female Zoi, and I have portrayed Beryl in a kinder light because she once loved... she deserves a little credit.}

-sama means a term of respect

-chan term of affection for a female

Kunzite wearily made his way down the stone corridor. He felt dreadfully tired, having not slept in a week, and could barely keep his eyes open let alone try for teleportation. Beryl had taken most of his time and the project forced upon him, still incomplete. If Kunzite had any say, it never would. Finally he entered his quarters with a weary sigh.

‘At last,’ his mind thought wearily. ‘Sleep.’

He searched his adjoining rooms for any trace of his lover, but could find none. ‘Maybe she went back to her own rooms.’ He sighed and stripped his uniform off in one smooth motion. He walked across to his bed, shrouded by a heavy velvet curtain. Lifting the soft velvet within his hands, he pulled it open. He inhaled sharply, startled to see his lover, Zoisite, curled in his bed sound asleep. He smelled the faint sent of the flowers that accompany her.....That of the cherry blossoms she loved so much. Her left hand curled, barely touching the delicate pink lips, slightly parted, as she breathed softly, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her coppery-gold hair fanned across the black satin pillow and sheet that covered her small frame.

Kunzite stood there, bewitched by the lovely picture she made, lying there.

Feeling the frigid draft that the open curtains made, Zoisite stirred and blinked her brilliant emerald eyes at the person who had opened the curtain and stood there gawking at her. She stretched and arched her back, her slender fingers brushing the ebony head board above her. Her eyes focused upon the person who still held the curtain open. Kunzite stood there dumbfounded, and her lips quirked at the corners.

"Welcome back," she yawned, her eyes silted as she looked at his bared flesh. "I was keeping your bed warm for you." She grinned impishly. "I know how much you hate a cold bed."

Kunzite’s eyes gleamed wickedly, taking up the silent challenge. "You just want to receive the pleasure I give you every time I DO see you warm my bed." The gleam grew deeper. "I feel that you share my bed for that one reason.........for the pleasure."

"You found me out," she pouted. "But I do enjoy being held in your arms while I sleep." She amended, deciding on telling him the truth.

"Well at least I don’t talk in my sleep," he commented dryly.

Zoisite gave a sharp laugh, as her eyebrows shot up into her hairline. "If you want to play it THAT way," there was a malicious gleam in her verdant eyes. "You toss and turn all night. You’ve woken me up several times, and once," Zoisite glared. "YOU KICKED ME OUT OF THE BED!!!!!

A look of pure bewilderment at doing that to his one and only love, crossed his face. "I didn’t know! Honestly Zoi. If I knew I would have made it up to you then. I did not mean it!!!"

"Never mind," she waved her hand. "Only my pride was bruised." She commented sarcastically. "And there WAS that little matter of my butt, too. Oh well!" She pulled the covers back. "Get in here before you freeze to death."

Sighing in exasperation, Kunzite slid between the silky bed sheets beside Zoisite’s warm body. Wrapping his arms around her, Kunzite pulled her closer, trying to warm the chill of his bones that Beryl caused.

Zoisite pulled back some letting her finger tips trace figures upon his broad chest.

"Kunzite," she whispered pensively. Something was bothering her, badly by the tenseness of her body.

"What, Zoi?" He forced her Fay-like chin up, urging her to look at him. "What is it, My Love?" He whispered tenderly.

"I-I-I-I ........what would you do if we had a child?" She looked up through her silky eyelashes. "If I was......... pregnant?" She started to chew her lip waiting for his response.

"I would get you out of here as soon as the fates allowed. Beryl be damned." He kissed her temple lightly. "I want you to be safe, Zoi." He looked at her intently. His silvery- blue eyes shone brightly in the near darkness of the shrouded bed. "What are you trying to say, My Beloved One?"

"That........ I’m-I’m..... I-I-I-I-I," she stumbled over her words, trying to figure out a way to tell him.

"What?" His eyes shone with love and only love for his ‘little rat.'

"I’m pregnant," she finally blurted.

Kunzite felt overwhelmed as he saw her emerald eyes fill with tears.

"Your baby." She took his hand and laid it upon her flat stomach. "I’ m carrying your child."

Kunzite’s mouth worked but no words came to express his emotions. He felt her skin soft, from a recent bath, and her muscles, hard from years of harsh training. Somehow, some way, whether it be the feeling beneath his finger tips, or the knowledge within Zoisite’s shimmering eyes, he felt the spark of life within her body. With a great cry, he clasped her slight frame against him and kissed her with all the love he felt surging through his heart.

Zoisite gave herself to the passionate tenderness of his kiss, and closed her eyes, her tears falling silently down her cheeks now that she knew he wanted the child as much as she did. They left behind all the strain of the past weeks and they ignored their responsibility that Beryl had forced upon them. She wrapped her slender arms around his body, savoring the way his own responded to hers. His smooth skin touching, the leashed strength within his body as he held her tightly, the tenderness of his lips on hers, all served to arouse her. She felt his hands hover over her as if he was unsure of how to treat her now. She broke the passionate tenderness of the kiss, and placed her hands along his face looking him in his silvery-eyes. "I won’t shatter." She gently brushed his star-kissed hair out of his face.

"But you’re so fragile, and now," He looked at her intently, concern written all over his handsome face. "You are carrying my child." The backs of his fingers brushed her face in utmost delicacy.

She smiled softly. "If I can stand Beryl’s punishments, I can deal with a little man-handling on your part."

Kunzite did NOT like the way she said that. "I was never too rough before." He complained.

"Well when I get bruises on my thighs," she smirked. "That’s a tad bit too rough for me."

An impish smile crossed his face. "You didn’t complain then if I recall." There was a warm gleam in his eyes. A warmth that he only gifted to Zoisite. "You cried out in pleasure."

Her face flamed bright red in hot embarrassment. "Well maybe then I didn’t feel it as much as when I awoke the next morning!" She grumped.

Kunzite wrapped a strand of her coppery-gold hair around his fingers as he lazily said, "The next morning you were savage, if my aching back serves me right."

Her face flamed brighter. "Well it did hurt." She pouted.

Kunzite thought about how cute she looked when she pouted. He raised and eyebrow. "And my back doesn’t?"

"That’s NOT what I said!!"

"As long as I can hold you close to me," he nuzzled her neck. "And wring cries from your slender throat, then I’ll be fine."

Zoisite pushed her flaming face into his chest, but Kunzite pulled her face upward to look at him.

"May I?" He kissed her forehead.

"May you what?" She asked in confusion.

"Wring cries from your slender throat?"

She grinned savagely. "If you think your BACK can handle it." She snickered.

"As long as you can handle me." With that, he rolled over, and pinned her body to the bed. His fingers entwined in her golden hair as their lips met and entwined in their passion.

((Steamy Bedroom scene that I think you don’t want to read, so I’ll just leave it out. :P))

Kunzite rolled over and draped Zoisite’s yielding body over his chest. He stroked her hair out if her face.

"Sleep, My Love," he whispered into her coppery-gold hair.

Zoisite murmured something, and Kunzite looked at her face. Then he shook his head in amazement. She was already sound asleep after the little ‘wrestling match’ she had provoked.. Kunzite smiled to himself, and almost laughed aloud. ‘She could sleep through the fights that Jadeite and Amethyte have.’ He stifled a yawn, as his arms wrapped positively around her body.

‘A child,’ he thought drowsily. ‘Zoi’s carrying my baby.’ With a tender smile on his lips, he fell in to a dream filled slumber. Dreams of a tiny baby lying in Zoisite’s arms.

Zoisite awoke with a sense of contentment. She stretched as far as her lover’s arms would allow, trying her best not to wake him. She took note of where his hands lay around her body and her face promptly went scarlet. His hand lay on her cheek, and not the one that lay on his chest! Flushing brighter, she wiggled her arm out from under his, and pulled his hand so that it rested against her lower back. When she realized that he did not waken, she released a breath that she was not aware of holding.

Kunzite was awake through all of this, and had been awake for some time, feigning sleep. He smiled to himself. He had deliberately placed his hand upon her shapely rear to see how she would react, and by that hotness of her face, he had succeeded in flustering her. He couldn’t help himself, and he started to laugh softly.

Zoisite gave a screech of frustration when she heard his soft masculine laugh. HE HAD BEEN AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME!!!!!!!!

"You are," she started in indignation, "the MOST--"

She stopped her tirade, cut off by a sharp voice.

"KUNZITE!!!!! ZOISITE!!!! FORTHWITH!!!!!!!"

Zoisite jumped at the sound of her Queen’s call. Sitting stiffly on the bed, she listened to the decree.

"NOW!! I DO NOT EXPECT TO BE KEPT WAITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Zoisite started to shudder and lowered her face into her trembling hands.

Kunzite looked at her and felt her fear crawl down his spine. Sitting beside her, he pushed the coppery-gold cascade back from her face and belatedly realized she was sobbing silently. Tears flowing unheeded down her pale cheeks.

"Why so frightened, Zoi-chan?" He whispered plaintively, wanting to soothe the throbbing fear and pain he felt coming from her. "Zoi?" He used the name that implied the everything he felt; all the love, all the tenderness. It was the name he had called her the night they had first laid in each other’s arms, the day they admitted to each other that they loved one another.

"I’m just so afraid!!!!" she cried flinging her arms about his strong body. He was the only thing that could keep her afloat in this sea of dark despair. He was her strength and her rock to lean upon.

"Of what? Beryl?" He let her cry upon his shoulder, tenderly holding her trembling body.

Zoisite nodded, still crying too hard to talk.

"Why?" He whispered, kissing the crown of her hair.

She sniffed back her tears for just a moment. "If-if-if she finds out about-about our baby-" the tears welled up again, choking her.

"She will kill him, right?" He put his fingers under her Fay-like chin, and forced her to look at him.

"No," she choked. "She will take him away from me......from US!!!!"

"Why?"

"Think!" She cried. "A union of two Kings would produce great power and she would use that power for her own ends, right?"

"Yes."

"So she would take him away from us and convert him to her way of thinking." Zoisite sobbed again. "And we wouldn’t be able to take him back! We would be powerless!"

"Well, look at it this way," he said with a slight smile. "You would have more time to pester and annoy Nephrite."

Zoisite looked at him in horror and was about to burst into tears again. Then, looking at his smiling face, she realized that it was a half-hearted attempted to make her happy, and she gave a small laugh.

Gently rubbing her shoulders, he realized that Beryl had called them some minutes ago.

"Shimatta!!!" Kunzite jumped out of bed in a heart beat, stark naked.

Zoisite giggled as Kunzite made a mad dash around the room.

Throwing on his uniform jacket, Kunzite said, "Did you forget that she called you, too?" He looked at her and saw her bare back and her coppery-gold tresses flowing down it, and caught his breath. How very much he wanted to dive between the covers and cuddle up with her and forget everything.

"I know," she sighed, wrapping her arms around her up-drawn legs, and laying her cheek upon her knees.

Kunzite picked up Zoisite’s own acrimonious gray uniform and laid it upon the bed next to her. "Come on, do you want another tongue-lashing session?"

"No," she sighed again as she slipped into the ‘itchy brambles’ that all the Kings wore.

As she was fastening the last of her laces on her pants, Kunzite, dressed in his usual garb {cape and all} sat down behind her and gave her a playfully nip on the shoulder, gently brushing out her long hair.

"You don’t want to do that," Zoisite teased, casting a glance over her shoulder. "Do you?"

Kunzite leaned forward, so that his lips brushed her ear, and murmured, "Yes I do." He let his teeth gently nip her ear. "Oh, yes, I do." His voice was low and passionate.

Zoisite’s breath caught in her throat. "You were the one who was complaining that I didn’t have my clothes on," she said rather breathlessly.

"KUNZITE!!!!!! ZOISITE!!!!!!!"

Kunzite groaned in frustration and laid his head against Zoisite’s pale shoulder.

Zoisite sighed in annoyance and put on her black bra, then slipped into her undershirt. Getting up from the bed, she walked over to the stone table and put on her sable boots. Slipping her jacket up her arms, she turned to Kunzite.

"Come on!" She gave him a mischievous smile. "Or do you want to face Beryl for excessive tardiness?" She smiled impishly as she buttoned up her jacket.

"Kunzite-sama!" She purred.

He turned to face her.

"I love you." With that, she disappeared in a flurry of cherry blossoms.

He shook his head and smiled as he wrapped her verdant ribbon about his slender fingers and teleported to join her.

Kunzite fell to his knees as Zoisite was doing.

"WHEN I SAY NOW I MEAN NOW!!! NOT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE IT!!!!!!"

"I am sorry, your Majesty," they replied in unison as if by rote.

"YOU SHOULD BE PUNISHED FOR YOUR DISOBEDIANCE!!!!!" She thundered.

Kunzite felt Zoisite’s fear creep up again. Seeing her out of the corner of his eye, he saw the slight, almost unnoticeable tremor of her body. He sent her soothing thoughts through a bond, forged that memorable first night together, and he felt her fear ease.

"But Morgana convinced me that I need you two alive, for now." She was ready to kill them right them and there for their insolence. "Beware! The next time you cross my path," her glowing eyes narrowed. "You shall find it less then forgiving," She spat. "Now," she continued casually. "Down to the reason you were summoned." Her eyes raked the assembled Kings: Nephrite with his sharp features, wine-colored mane, and air of confidence. Jadeite with his unruly gold hair, somewhat softer features, and fun-loving nature. Kunzite....Her blood warmed in her veins. How she wanted him!!!! His body was sheer perfection. His silvery-white hair would feel good against her hands and body, she thought. She did indeed want Endymion, but Kunzite was close at hand. Her gaze snapped to Zoisite and her eyes narrowed at her obstacle. There was something different about her, but she did not know what it was............Yet. She would find out, come Hell or high water. "The Kingdom of Rigel has grown in power and is rapidly becoming a threat to us." She turned her gaze to the first and most powerful of the Kings. "But of course, you already knew this, Kunzite."

Kunzite grimaced, for he knew Beryl was like a bitch in heat for something that she could not have. She did not notice either, the silted eyes of Zoisite, that glared abhorrence. For if she did, both would be dead.

"I need a volunteer to do some scouting." She deliberated as she watched the four Kings closely. "Nephrite, you shall be my ears and eyes within the kingdom. Jadeite, I expect you to accompany him. Kunzite, Zoisite, I want the two of you to study their defenses and come up with a plausible plan of attack." She glared at the two lovers. "Do not fail me again. You are dismissed."

All four quickly teleported away.

Zoisite arrived in Kunzite’s chamber first and sat down in a stone chair.

Kunzite watched Zoisite intently as she propped her elbows upon the table and placed her head in her shaking hands.

Zoisite fought for control, but ultimately she lost. Folding her arms upon the table, she laid her head down on them and wept. Her fragile body convulsed with every breath she took. For once she allowed all of her pent-up emotions out and cried for all the pain in both her and Kunzite’s lives. She grieved for her unborn child for she knew that Beryl would never let them leave alive.

Kunzite walked slowly over towards his love and knelt at her feet, laying his head in her lap. Pulling back briefly, he laid his slender fingers against her stomach. With sudden determination, Kunzite grasped her around her lithe waist and pulled her off the chair, her knees sliding beside his lean hips.

Zoisite stared at Kunzite, her eyes wide and shimmering with tears.

"Don’t cry, Zoi-chan," he whispered painfully. "I hate to see you cry." He started to tenderly kiss away the traces of tears from her beautiful face. "I love you so much, Zoi." He looked deeply within her limped verdant eyes. "I can not express what I feel in words," he smiled softly. "So actions will have to do." His hand traced her jaw and slid up into her thick burnished hair as he leaned forward to lightly touch his lips to hers.

Zoisite gave a slight shiver at the touch of his lips against hers, and closed her eyes letting the fire from that kiss race along her nerves like silk. She felt his arms entwine around her back as her hands entangled themselves within his shining silvery white hair.

Kunzite’s fingers traced her cheek, her throat, and lower still, to gently graze her breasts. He heard her gasp and she pulled away from his touch. Her eyes were wide with apprehension and worry.

"Do you think we should do this?" She whispered, touching her forehead to his.

"It is not up to what I think," he told her simply. "It’s what you want and think." He kissed her softly. "I shall not do anything you do not want me to do, all right?" He waited for her response.

"All right." She brushed a stray strand of hair out of his face.

"Well, what say you, My Lady?" He gave her a sensuous smile.

"Yes," she sighed, closing her eyes. "Yes."

For her response, Zoisite received a kiss so full of passion and love, that it left her breathless long after they had parted.

His hand slowly unbuttoned her jacket as he kissed her fiercely, and he found, with some shock, that she returned it with the same ferocity, if not more.

Zoisite let go of him for a moment, letting her jacket slide off her slender arms. Then she let her small slender fingers traced the line of buttons on his jacket. Her deft fingers slipped them free, one by one, with an ease that could only come with years of practice.

Kunzite’s breath caught in his throat as Zoisite laid icy finger tips against his chest. With a soft moan, he wrapped her up in his arms and held her tightly, his head buried in her shoulder.

Zoisite placed her cheek on top of his, just holding him.

Suddenly there came a rap upon the chamber door. Kunzite groaned and, at that particular moment, Zoisite felt that he would murder whoever was at their door. He sighed as he picked Zoisite up and set her back on the chair. Buttoning his jacket halfway, he kissed Zoisite and walked to the door, emerald eyes watching his every move.

Opening it with a sigh, he expected a youma, or the like, but who he saw was totally unexpected.

"Peridot!!!!!" He cried, seeing the face of his old friend.

The figure in the door way smiled and embraced him. Stepping back, Kunzite could see his old friend’s face, the brilliant amber eyes and the raven black hair.

"What do you want?" Kunzite asked cheerily.

"Just wanted to see how an old friend was doing." His voice was clandestine.

They talked for what seemed like hours of their lives after the last time that they had seen one another. At last, Peridot excused himself and hurried away.

Kunzite, with a rueful smile, turned back and replaced the ward.

He slowly crept back towards where Zoisite sat, her head down on her arms. He placed his hands against her shoulders and leaned forward. She was fast asleep. He kissed her cheek tenderly and lifted her slight frame into his arms, walking slowly as not to wake her, and gingerly placed her limp form upon the bed. He tugged off her boots and decided to let her sleep like that.

He smiled softly as he heard her murmur his name.

Clad only in his uniform pants, he padded back to bed and sat down, just gazing at her. He looked at her and shook his head. He looked again and this time believed what he saw, and what that was, shocked him to the core. She seemed to be glowing with a radiant light, pure and lovely. Ever since she had told him she was pregnant, he noticed she moved with more grace than usual. He wrenched his gaze away from her for a moment, lying down beside her, and kissing her cheek. Gathering her close, he rested her head upon his shoulder and she sighed contentedly and moved closer to his warmth in her sleep. He smiled softly to himself as tears of pride misted his eyes. Burring his face within her hair, he fell into the arms of sleep.

Kunzite awoke to the sound of running water. He stretched, and stood, walking to the bathroom. He grinned to himself as he saw Zoisite’s clothes thrown down carelessly all over the floor.

Striping the rest of his clothes, he padded towards the shower, seeing her silhouette. He heard her soft slivery voice lilt in song, and he stopped to listen intently. He shook his head and grinned evilly. ‘This will be her pay back!’ He thought viciously. He knew that she was prone, and did not keep her defenses up in the shower.

Moving aside the curtain, he saw that her back was to him, and he casually slipped in behind her. Carefully he slid his arms around her waist and made her jump about three feet in the air with a shriek.

Hearing Kunzite’s hysterical laughter, Zoisite hauled back and slapped him in the face. Only after she saw his head snap to the side, did she realize what had happened. With a cry, she flung herself within his arms.

"I’m sorry!"

Kunzite shook his head. "No, I deserved it."

"No you didn’t!"

He grinned. "Well, it was worth it to hear you scream."

She gave a slight smile and hit at his shoulder.

"Well," he said. "At least I didn’t get hit with your cherry blossoms. Or worse yet, and ice crystal." He raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." She gave a small laugh.

Kunzite looked at her; her hair dark with water, running off her body in rivulets and drops, and sucked in his breath. He felt her body pressing against him, warm and wet.

"Why did you scare me so?"

"Because," he traced her pouting lips. "You are so adorable when you pout."

She tilted her head back and laughed. Anyone who did not know Zoisite, or her laugh, might be scared by its high pitch.

"How long have you been in here, Zoi-chan?" He asked.

"Not that long." She looked at him quizzically. "Why?"

He smiled. "You shall find out." He kissed her. "Wrap your arms around my neck and lean back." He watched Zoisite do what he told her. He kissed her bare throat, submitting to the urge. "Close your eyes." He whispered softly.

Zoisite did as he commanded, and felt Kunzite’s fingers trace over her body. He leaned forward and shut the shower off, to her immense surprise. Picking her up, he walked over and sat her down upon on his cape, wrapping her in its warmth.

Zoisite saw him move back and do something and she heard and saw the water running within the tub and she smiled.

"Am I going to get a bath?" She asked trying to sound sulky.

He cast a glance over his shoulder. "Yes." He tested the water with his hand and nodded to himself. He decided to let the water run, and walked over to look down at his beautiful lover. Her hair, now a dark gold, hung in waves framing her face. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief and his cape wrapped around her sculptured shoulders, around her waist, exposing her long elegant legs.

He knelt down beside her and she saw the gleam in his sliver eyes.

"Don’t you like to take a bath with a besotted lover who will take care of your every need before it is wanted?"

"I like it well enough-" she got cut of by Kunzite’s voice.

"You enjoyed the last bath we had together."

Zoisite flushed bright red. The flush contrasted with the coppery-gold brilliance of her hair, and Kunzite was aware of how lovely that flush was, and he decided to make her flush more often. He got up and checked the water, and quickly lifted her in to his arms. He slipped the cape off her lithe body and gently lowered her body in to the bath.

Zoisite sighed as she felt the warm water melt away all her aches and pains of the last few weeks: the harsh physical training, the gashes, the cuts, and the bruises.

The bath was big enough for three people to lay side by side and not crowed one another. The bathtub, made of black marble, made Zoisite’s skin stand out starkly against the blackness.

Zoisite flushed even brighter than before, and tried to cover herself, turning away from Kunzite’s loving gaze.

Kunzite sighed in exasperation at her show of modesty, and grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. Seeing the bright flush upon her cheeks, his heart jumped into his throat. ‘How I love you!!’ He thought.

"You don’t need to hide from me, Zoi-chan." He looked into her emerald eyes that were luminous with love and passion.

"I feel like-" She shook her head. "I don’t know."

"The last time you weren’t so modest." He kissed her up raised face. "Actually, I was the more modest one in that fun little encounter." He smiled tenderly. "You needn’t hide from me, Love. You are beautiful to me." He slowly caressed her face with his mouth as his hands slid down and touched her throat gently.

Zoisite closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the bathtub edge. She felt shivers run up and down her spine as Kunzite kissed her leisurely. She let out a soft gasp when he gently nipped her shoulder in exquisite care.

Kunzite kissed the scar that ran along her shoulder, and shuddered as he remembered how she had received such a blow. Zoisite had failed Beryl for the first time. Beryl was irate and as she dismissed her, she took hold of one of the blades her guards carried, and swung it at the unsuspecting Zoisite. The sword had cleaved through her mussels, skin, and bone, nearly slicing off her arm. Zoisite said no word and made no cry, falling silently as Beryl cursed her. Zoisite barely survived, for she had lost an extensive amount of blood. She took quite awhile to heal, for Beryl gave her the most strenuous work, so that her stitches always broke.

The cicatrix ran from the top of her left breast, across her shoulder, and six inches down her back, and some times the pain flared back to life. Kunzite pushed the past out of his mind and though for Zoisite and the child she carried.

Zoisite felt Kunzite shudder and press himself close, and wrap his arms about her. She, in turn, wrapped her wet arms around his shivering frame.

"Why are you shivering?"

"I don’t want to loose you ever." He lifted his face to gaze into her startling verdant eyes. "Ever."

Zoisite ran her fingers through his star-kissed hair, wetting strands. "You never will." She pulled him closer and kissed him soundly on his quivering lips.

Breaking the kiss, she growled, "Get in here before you catch cold."

"I don’t catch cold." He smiled softly. "But I’ll be glad to join you." He nuzzled her neck as he swiftly slid into the warm water behind her. He pulled her back, so that she could rest upon his chest, and wrapped his arms around her, just under her breasts.

She sighed in pleasure at being held by the only man she loved, the only man she wanted. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and whispered, "I want to go home." She pushed herself deeper in his embrace.

"You ARE home," he whispered tenderly.

"No." She turned within his arms. "Home as in you and I, and, if we are lucky," her hand drifted down to her stomach. "Children." She looked in to his silver eyes. "I know that this is not allowed in this place of death, but," she thought quietly. "Zircon was conceived and raised in such a place and her light shines brightly, nearly as bright as her father’s. So," she paused. "Would." She looked down at her abdomen. "Our baby be all right?"

Kunzite kissed her face and whispered, "Yes."

Zoisite felt a slight pain in her stomach and gasped.

"What is the matter? Are you all right? What happened?" Kunzite asked hurriedly, his eyes wide with concern, as Zoisite’s breath hissed between clenched teeth, her nails digging into his shoulder.

"It’s nothing. My stomach just tightened." She was across his hips and her head was pillowed upon his shoulder. "I don’t feel too good."

Kunzite wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He stroked her hair back from her face, kissing her forehead. He felt her tremble and wriggle closer to his warmth. He placed his hands in the water, bringing some of it with him, and rubbed them down her back. He felt her mussels loosen as he murmured softly spoken words into her ear.

"It’s all right," he kissed her face. "We will go see Amethyte when we can, all right?" He asked quietly.

She felt another pain shoot through her stomach and she moaned softly. "All right," she whispered, trying to ignore the nausea.

Kunzite leaned her back against his arm, and with the other, reached down to cautiously touch her stomach where the new life grew. Again he felt the power and the tears flooded his eyes. Silently, they slipped down his face as he buried his face against her breasts, gently kissing them.

Zoisite shivered in pleasure, stroking his hair. The pain was subsiding, leaving her weak, but she felt like joking.

She raised her eyebrows. "Am I to get a bath or am I just going to soak?" The last word was a gasp, for Kunzite was nuzzling her neck and ears.

"You are going to get a bath. Believe me." He growled in mock anger.

Their laughter, heard by everyone, all the way down the corridor of the dark depressing kingdom.

Peridot sat in the huge chair of his status as the Lover of Queen Beryl.

Twirling a fluted glass between his fingers, he thought about what his ‘friend’ had confided in him. He smirked. ‘Beryl-chan will be pleased with me,’ he thought. Finding what she had wanted was not that easy, but it was not what she was expecting.

"Becoming a threat! HA!" He started to laugh hysterically at the blind eyes Beryl had turned the two lovers for the past four months.

"Peridot!!!" His sovereign's voice commanded immediate attention, yanking him out of his revere.

He jumped, his eyes wide.

"My Queen?" He asked tentatively.

He turned and saw his Queen: tall, sharp featured, with a mass of deep red hair. Her aura, filled with anxiety, waiting for what her little spy had uncovered.

He bowed, his head touching the stone in respect.

"Rise and tell me what you have learned."

"Zoisite’s power is not growing but her form is." He smirked.

"What do you mean ‘power not growing, but her form is’?" Her patience was rapidly wearing thin with him.

"My Queen," he tried to control his laughter. "Zoisite is four months pregnant."

The silence was deafening, and Peridot questioned his sanity for telling her.

Beryl’s eyes were glowing brighter and redder with the anger she felt coursing though the veins.

"She is WHAT?" The softness of her voice was malignant.

"Four months pregnant, My Queen."

"She’s has betrayed me!!!" Beryl roared. "She has committed the ultimate betrayal beside lying to me!!" Her body trembled with the force of her rage. "The creation of new life is FORBIDEN!!!!!!!!"

Peridot again questioned his sanity. "What of Zircon, My Queen?"

"My daughter is no concern of yours!" She hissed, as her eyes narrowed. "I claim her no longer!!"

"But she is of your flesh, My Queen."

"She is also the flesh of her bastard father."

Peridot remembered her father. Tall, regal looking, a pure man if ever he saw one. Light lavender hair that fell to his shoulders, extremely well built, and extremely handsome. Alric was the name. The King of the Krystal Plains was forced into marring the, as he said, Madam DeFarge, for his hatred for her was immense, and every one knew.

Beryl was still touchy about Zircon because after Beryl collapsed after her birthing, Alric had taken Zircon and whisked her away to his home, Baron. Beryl had not the chance to see the child she had given life to, and the paths, barred. Zircon returned to the Dark Kingdom to see if what her father said was true, and Beryl, being shocked at her looks, was agog. Tall, pale skin, light lavender tinted hair that fell to her waist. Her deep silver green eyes hinted at her intelligence, and her enormous passions. Her will was too strong for Beryl and she realized that she could not bend her to her whims or her schemes. She was as pure as her father and as strong in magic as her mother. Beryl was no match for Zircon.

"She shall pay," Beryl hissed, bring Peridot back to the present topic.

"But what of the child?" Peridot asked quietly.

"I shall decide later." Then she disappeared in a flash of black lighting.

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