Author: Princess Author's Email: AuroraMorn@aol.com Title: Dreams that won't disappear when I open my eyes: Prelude Rating: Hentai --------------------------------------------------------------------- Moshimoshi, minna-san! It's me again, the Princess! I know, it's foolish of me to start three stories at once... but I can't help it! I mean, I can't just leave the darling Saturn and Chibimoon out of my plans... after all, SailorSaturn is my favorite! Now, quick notes before you read this. This story is a mix of the Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon manga, anime, and my own personal spice. It takes place shortly after the sailor senshi have defeated the Dead Moon Circus. The poem that ChibiUsa hears in her dream is Saturn's prologue for her Sailorstars poem, called "The Second Coming." Standard disclaimers apply. And, on to the story.... "Dreams that won't disappear when I open my eyes.." Prelude ---------- ChibiUsa stirred faintly in her sleep, giving out a small moan. After the defeat of the Dead Moon Circus, her nightmares had ended, and she had thought happily that they would stay at rest. But they had returned full force this night, as was shown by her bedsheets that had long since tangled around her sweat-damped body, twisted by her shifting movements. In her dream, every mirror and reflective surface throughout Tokyo mirrored the silhouette of Nehelinia, and her evil laughter reverbrated throughout the city. A quick flash revealed another brief picture of an entranced Mamoru in the Dark Queen's arms, as Usagi watched, wounded and helpless. Tears stung at the corner of ChibiUsa's eyes as she whimpered within her deep sleep, despair welling in her heart. But, suddenly, all pictures of evil and despair vanished into a dark violet vortex. It was as if the fabric of the dream itself had been sucked down a drain until nothing was left until darkness and silence. Unknowingly, ChibiUsa's breath and pulse stopped completely, until a lilting voice slowly spoke them back to life. The voice was cold, like someone who had been long hurt, and yet beautiful, and it filled the silence with a music of it's own. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand." The sleeping pink-haired girl's lips moved in an unspoken name, but the beautifully spoken poem continued heedless in her mind's ear.

"The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: .." Within the violet vortex a dark figure became apparent. But, unlike that of Nehelinia, this one betrayed not an evil aura, but one of intense, fear-inducing power, as well as wisdom and age. The slight figure's sensuous curves could be seen, held in a brief skirted fuku, slender legs ending in knee-length boots. The dark figure raised a delicate hand, and a wickedly curved polearm appeared in it. "Somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds." Suddenly, like a camera on zoom, ChibiUsa could see the figure's face. The countenance was pale and delicately boned, framed by raven hair, dark lashes resting on flawless cheeks. A shiver rushed ChibiUsa's body as those lashes lifted, revealing depthless violet orbs that were soul-touching even in her dreams. "The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle... " With a gasp, ChibiUsa was suddenly hurled from the dream world into the waking one, and found herself sitting up in bed, panting, drenched with sweat, her crimson eyes wide. In the yellowish glow of the streetlights that filtered through her window, she stared down at her trembling hands, looking surprised as tears fell on them, her lips slowly moving. "The darkness drops again..." she repeated the line, mesmerized at the thought of it. "Twenty centuries," she continued, her gaze slowly shifting to look at a picture on her night table. "Of stony sleep..." The picture was of a frail ebony-haired girl, eyes closed as she held a bouquet of beautiful pink flowers to her nose. "Vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle..." Drawing her legs beneath her, she moved slowly toward the table, extending a hand to brush two fingers tenderly over the photograph. "Oh, Hotaru-chan," she whispered into the still night. "You're coming back to me..." ---------- There you go. I think this is going to be a good story... Hotaru and ChibiUsa are my passions in Sailormoon, I'm going to thoroughly enjoy writing this story about them. Please send all comments and criticism you have to me, I'd love to hear it! Until next time, keep your eyes on the moon! ~Princess~