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rlm@2: Author: Princess
rlm@2: Author's Email: AuroraMorn@aol.com
rlm@2: Title: Dreams that won't disappear when I open my eyes: Prelude
rlm@2: Rating: Hentai
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rlm@2: Moshimoshi, minna-san! It's me again, the Princess! I know, it's foolish of
rlm@2: me to start three stories at once... but I can't help it! I mean, I can't
rlm@2: just leave the darling Saturn and Chibimoon out of my plans... after all,
rlm@2: SailorSaturn is my favorite! Now, quick notes before you read this. This
rlm@2: story is a mix of the Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon manga, anime, and my own
rlm@2: personal spice. It takes place shortly after the sailor senshi have defeated
rlm@2: the Dead Moon Circus. The poem that ChibiUsa hears in her dream is Saturn's
rlm@2: prologue for her Sailorstars poem, called "The Second Coming." Standard
rlm@2: disclaimers apply. And, on to the story....
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "Dreams that won't disappear when I open my eyes.."
rlm@2: Prelude
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: ----------
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:       ChibiUsa stirred faintly in her sleep, giving out a
rlm@2: small moan. After the defeat of the Dead Moon Circus, her nightmares had
rlm@2: ended, and she had thought happily that they would stay at rest. But they
rlm@2: had returned full force this night, as was shown by her bedsheets that had
rlm@2: long since tangled around her sweat-damped body, twisted by her shifting
rlm@2: movements.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:         In her dream, every mirror and reflective surface throughout Tokyo
rlm@2: mirrored the silhouette of Nehelinia, and her evil laughter reverbrated
rlm@2: throughout the city. A quick flash revealed another brief picture of an
rlm@2: entranced Mamoru in the Dark Queen's arms, as Usagi watched, wounded and
rlm@2: helpless. Tears stung at the corner of ChibiUsa's eyes as she whimpered
rlm@2: within her deep sleep, despair welling in her heart.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:         But, suddenly, all pictures of evil and despair vanished into a dark
rlm@2: violet vortex. It was as if the fabric of the dream itself had been sucked
rlm@2: down a drain until nothing was left until darkness and silence. Unknowingly,
rlm@2: ChibiUsa's breath and pulse stopped completely, until a lilting voice slowly
rlm@2: spoke them back to life. The voice was cold, like someone who had been long
rlm@2: hurt, and yet beautiful, and it filled the silence with a music of it's
rlm@2: own.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Surely some revelation is at hand;
rlm@2: Surely the Second Coming is at hand."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:       The sleeping pink-haired girl's lips moved in an
rlm@2: unspoken name, but the beautifully spoken poem continued heedless in her
rlm@2: mind's ear.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: </P><P ALIGN=CENTER>"The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
rlm@2: When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
rlm@2: Troubles my sight: .."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:       Within the violet vortex a dark figure became
rlm@2: apparent. But, unlike that of Nehelinia, this one betrayed not an evil aura,
rlm@2: but one of intense, fear-inducing power, as well as wisdom and age. The
rlm@2: slight figure's sensuous curves could be seen, held in a brief skirted fuku,
rlm@2: slender legs ending in knee-length boots. The dark figure raised a delicate
rlm@2: hand, and a wickedly curved polearm appeared in it. 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:  "Somewhere in sands of the desert
rlm@2: A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
rlm@2: A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
rlm@2: Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
rlm@2: Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:       Suddenly, like a camera on zoom, ChibiUsa could see
rlm@2: the figure's face. The countenance was pale and delicately boned, framed by
rlm@2: raven hair, dark lashes resting on flawless cheeks. A shiver rushed
rlm@2: ChibiUsa's body as those lashes lifted, revealing depthless violet orbs that
rlm@2: were soul-touching even in her dreams.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: "The darkness drops again; but now I know
rlm@2: That twenty centuries of stony sleep
rlm@2: Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle... "
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:       With a gasp, ChibiUsa was suddenly hurled from the
rlm@2: dream world into the waking one, and found herself sitting up in bed,
rlm@2: panting, drenched with sweat, her crimson eyes wide. In the yellowish glow
rlm@2: of the streetlights that filtered through her window, she stared down at her
rlm@2: trembling hands, looking surprised as tears fell on them, her lips slowly
rlm@2: moving. "The darkness drops again..." she repeated the line, mesmerized at
rlm@2: the thought of it.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:         "Twenty centuries," she continued, her gaze slowly shifting to look
rlm@2: at a picture on her night table. "Of stony sleep..." The picture was of a
rlm@2: frail ebony-haired girl, eyes closed as she held a bouquet of beautiful pink
rlm@2: flowers to her nose. "Vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle..."
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:         Drawing her legs beneath her, she moved slowly toward the table,
rlm@2: extending a hand to brush two fingers tenderly over the photograph. "Oh,
rlm@2: Hotaru-chan," she whispered into the still night. "You're coming back to
rlm@2: me..."
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rlm@2: 
rlm@2:       There you go. I think this is going to be a good
rlm@2: story... Hotaru and ChibiUsa are my passions in Sailormoon, I'm going to
rlm@2: thoroughly enjoy writing this story about them. Please send all comments and
rlm@2: criticism you have to me, I'd love to hear it! Until next time, keep your
rlm@2: eyes on the moon!
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: ~Princess~