Just something I whipped up on the fly....
 It's sort-of Dark and is Lemony in that darkness.....maybe it's just a
painful kiss of realism.....or it could be crap.
Whoops...ignore that last bit and evryody tell me how much you loved it :)

 It's almost a 1hr fic ...hmmmm
 starting time 1:50...let's see when I end.

All characters are property of their respective owners and are used
without permission.... the story itself is mine mine mine......would that
it were not so.
 I don't think this has anything to do with the rest of my Sailor moon
stories....but then again....
                                                     Robyn


WARNING!!!!!
  Here Be Typos....I wrote it late at night and fired it raw into the
void. if it gets a good responce (more than two people :)) then maybe I'll
clean it up and resend it....
   

                    

                        In My Mind's Eye.

Actually, not the best of titles.....

 Maybe "Girl of his Dreams."
 or something...


 He was a Prince. He knew that with a strange certainty and felt it within
his very bones.
  It was strange he mused that he had not realized it earlier.
The Queen -his Queen had told him that he had sufferd an almost mortal
blow and that he had been cast adrift in time and lost from her. She had
only recently been strong enough to sence his soul and bring it and his
ody back from the dreary mortal world and fully heal it.
Of this he was most thankful.
 His mortal life was a faint blur now as he grew stronger and stronger in
the ways of the Dark Kingdom now and that was as it should be.
 He wondered who had been able to weaken him to such a point that he could
barely handle the weakest of the Shadow-magic?
 Whoever it had been was no more, his Queen (and soon his consort)  had
assured him of this telling him of the glorious battle in which she had
struck down the her sinister foe.
 He shivvered.
 It was horrible, whatever it was that had been done to him.
 It had scarred him so deeply as to have taken not just memories of his
real life but also warped them beyond belief.
 His Beautiful Love had repeatedly tried to help him using all of the vast
powers at her disposal as he had lain in the healing fluids of the
restoration pod but this had been in vain.
 He could remember glimpses of the before-times in which his Generals had
been obediant and friendly but he also rememberd a time when they seemed
to have turned upon him and fought against all he loved. The Prince
ground his teeth in frustration.
 He had once had more folowers he rememberd...although they to wore the
drab grey that was so favored by the surly Kunzite.

 "Problems my lord?" The voice was mocking.
  Speak of the devil. It was the slippery fellow himself.

 "Nothing you could help me with." The Prince had attempted to say this
lightly but it came out of his mouth bitterly.

 "Thinking of your last failure to the Crystal?"

 "Yes." the Prince lied. "I do not see how they could have slipped through
my hands."

  "Well, no matter." Kunzite replied with a slight bitter smile. "You
shouldn't worry. Your betters have sometimes recieved the same results."

 "My Betters?" The Prince asked in a dangerous tone.

 "Excuse me Highness, What I meant was of course otheres had failed as
well. And you my Lord - Well, perhaps you have not grown as strong as you
were." a pause as if doubting the Prince ever would. "Yet -of course."

 "Of course." The Prince acknowleged dryly. if the Queen had not made this
fellow his guardian while he was restoring himself the Prince would have
been tempted to stike him down. Perhaps this one did hold some favor to
get such an envyable position. And perhaps Endymion though he would gather
even more power to himself before a challenge.

 "Where is the Queen?" Endymion asked.

 "She speaks with her ruler - Metallia, and gives her the gift of the
energy we harvested from the mortals. She asked your forgiveness for a day
and asked me to appologise for her." Kunzite did not seem pleased at
giving the Prince an appology from anyone.
"Our Queen also asked." Kunzite continued."That if you felt the desire to
amuse yorself by walking amoung our subjects-to-be I was to so transport
you."
 Endymion felt an idea begining to form when, as if reading his thought
Kunzite raised a cautioning hand.
 "My Lady also mentioned that she would be most displeased if you -If
either of us was to attempt recovery of the crystal without first gaining
her permission."
 Endymion saw that particulair hope fade quickly and was surprised to feel 
Kunzite's hand upon his arm. 
 He looked up ready to draw if need be.
 Instead he was surprised.
 Kunzite nodded sympatheticly to him. 
 "Do not worry. There shall be chances anew to gain the crystal and
destroy our common foe. I understand you have no reason to bear malice
towards her but understand this - She has destroyed one near and dear to
me and will suffer. I do not ack for your aid in this but I do ask that
you stand aside when the time comes to give her such payment."
 
 The Prince was surprised to find such pain in his rival's eyes and was
stunned into momentary silence. Finally he turned away.
 "I cannot say yes or no to your request as it depends how it serves the
will of My Lady. I will however consider it.
 The Prince was surprised again as Kunzite again took his arm.
 Looking this time he say pained relief in the eyes of the other.
 "Thank you Milord." Kunzite said and turned away quicky and was gone in a 
flash of darkness.
      Endymion had the strangest feeling that he had seen the man with
that look in his eyes before....something about the request to duel the
man who had beoken his sister's heart.....no, nonsence....illusions and
 nothing else.

       He dined alone that night in the dark fortress served by some of
the places many heavily-robed sevants. He slowly drank from the
cut-crystal goblet the dark purple wine which had grown from grapes that
had never seen a sun.
 He read from one of the great tomes of forbidden lore but it was no good.
He was bored.
 He summoned a servent and in a few moments Kunzite stood before him.

 "My Lord?"

 "I think I shall take the Queen's advice." Endymion said.

 "Indeed?"

 "Perhaps I need some...diversion."

 "Very well." Kunzite said. "If my Lord would allow me to garb him
appropriately."

The Prince inclned his head and in a flash of sorcery  was soon garbed in
the stuff of the mundane world.

 Looking down the Prince found himself appropriately garbed in a black.
 a turrtleneck,jeans and shoft suede shoes and a dark grey sports jacket.
 He nodded his head apprcitively.
 "Oh wait." There was another small swrll of darkness and three objects
appered in Kunzite's hand. He handed them to the Prince.
 The Prince took the silver-lined black silk hankerchief and stuck it
neatly in his breast pocket. He stared at the other items.
 "A wallet." Kunzite said. "If the Queen doesn't want trouble that means
you will be paying for things with money -which will fade in a day anyway.
 And your way home."
 The Prince raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
 The item in question was a thick silver ring with a smal faceted black
crystal.
 "Wear it. Place your will upon it." Kunzite said "And it will be
consumed to bring you here."

 The Prince could not help but be impressed.  
            
 "You...You have an eye for detail." He said approvingly and honestly.
"And such flare for style."
 
 Kunzite's face filled with mixed emotions then rage and then sudden
sadness and quickly transported the prince from him.
Before all had faded in the  spell of transportation thePrince though he
had heard the words. "I learned from a good tracher." but it might have
been a rustle of air.

 The Prince found himself in  night-lit dim allyway and when he emeged
from it was dazzled in a brilliant dazzle of neon.


 ******************************************************
 O.K....It's 2:41 now. So I didn't do it in an hour well to hell with
 it...

    Now back to our program
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 He looked around and finally came to the conclusion he was in the city
called Tokyo in the country of Japan.
 He smiled wryly. It made a sort of twisted sense. Kunzite had placed hime
where he could most likely cause trouble (or rather most likely get in
trouble with the Queen)
 Endymion wondered where he should go and what he should do. Dalliance
with mere mortals was something the Queen considered acceptable as long as
no attachments were formed or no visible marks were left on the victims
- participants. A little energy draining of course was a differing matter.
 Strangely unquiet Endymion was looking for something, for someone who
would fill the odd yearning inside him. He wasn't rally sure what he was
lacking but would look for it tonight.
 Endymion walked slowly down the crowded night street where he was
unempeded by the surge of pedestrian traffic. He had exerted his will
mildly and projected a mental sheild which made people naturally avoid
bumping into him with out know ing why. At two different times two
pickpockets, spotting him as an easy mark began to move in only to feel an 
 icy grip around their hearts. They both had felt that maye this was not
the prey for the evening.

 Finally the young man stepped into a lavish looking building which bore
the motto "Five Doors". He was greeted by a man at the door and paid the
rather costly entry fee before beeing escorted by anattractive woman to a
small and comfortable lounge and bar. A few other men sat at the bar each
with an attractive young woman as his companion. At the bar he ordered
a beer (no one questioned his age.) and was handed a menu.
 Which he set down without looking at.
 
 "Hello." a smiling young woman had come up to hime silently.

 He greeted her and she seated herself next to him. The man tending the
bar gave her a small amber drink with a slice of lime.

 "I'm Michi." The girl said cheerily."And I'm here to help make your
evening a happy one." He said nothing but looked at her speculatively.

 "You aren't happy with me." She pouted.

 "I don't know you." Endymion replied.

 "So." She laughed covering her mouth with her hand. "It's not me you are
unhappy with but with everyone."

 Endymion nodded slowly. She was right.

 "I'm sorry." He said.

 "Don't be." Michi replied. Here you are to stop being sorry for a little
while. and." She smiled impishly. "I'm here to help you."

 "How?" he asked uncomprehending.

 "I have been chosen by the management to help you with your selection
this evening. I'd like to think that it's because I have a special
sensitivity to what a man really wants."

 Endymion looked at her blankly.

 "Ah." realization dawned upon the girl."You have not been here before?"

 It was a question more than a statement.

 "No." He replied. "I...I am from a different country."

 Michi nodded. either the man was playing a game or he was telling a
highly improbable truth. Any way you looked at it no matter what he said
however he was right. Michi had not graduated from working in the health
clubs to becoming a much more fashionable (and much higher paid) Hostess
by argueing with customers.

"I see," She said."Perhaps you are unfamiliar with places such as this?"

 "I don't understand."

 "In these places men come and..." She looked down and giggled girlishly.
She was 27 ut she could still look 17 in the right light.

 "The come and what?" Endymion asked curiously....this all seemed so
strange to him. He wished he could remember more about his previous life.
It would come in handy at times like this.

 "You know." She said. "A man and a woman." she let the emphisis of the
words explane for themselves.

 "Oh." he said satified. He finished his beer and the bartender had
another poured for him almost as he set the glass down. Michi, he noticed
was drinking her beverage as if it was coloured water.

 "You?" he asked in interest.

 "No." She replied blushing as she felt his slate-grey eyes looking at
her with an inncent frankness which made her blush."
 "No." she managed again. "Unless we go out later....I'm...I'm here to
help you find what you want."

 "What I want." he repeated.

 "Look." she said picking up the leather-bound gold-gilt folder which
contained several pages of listings.
 "You see, we look through here and we find what you like."

  Endymion glanced at the folder with more facinated curiosity now. How
strange. These common mortals seemed to be selling....selling sex.
     On the first two pages were listed a few things which seemed 
quite straightforeward...others were not. When he asked Michi about them
she looked a little....could it be bashful... and then explaned.
 He now understood a little better about such items as
    "Hand rolled sushi"
    "Nuclear Bomb Attack"
    and 
     "Toothbrush Service"

 "None of these are what I am looking for." he sighed.

 "He's like a great warrior-poet from the past" Michi thought as she looked
 at him looking dejectedly through his long dark lashes... 

 "Perhaps." she offered. one of the specialties of the house "A scenario." 

 "A scenario."

  "Yes, something that you fantasize about.....something that you dream
of...." Her voice faded as she saw how intently he looked at her as she
said this.

 "How?"  He asked simply.

 "Well," She said turning to the back of the menu. These are the most
populair."

 Endymion looked at a page full of items titled like:
                        "Gym Teacher"
                        "Back-seat nostalga special"
                        "Schoolgirl on the Train."
                         "Samurai Drama"
                         "Newlywed Kitchen"
 
       "No." He shook his head, his dark hair moving gently.
    "No. These are....."

   "We also have a few others." Michi said swiftly so as not to lose him
as a prospective customer. "They are usually for prefered clients as they
are a little more expensive."
  
  "I really don't care about cost." Endymion said indiferently.

  "Well." Michico said speuatively. "I don't think you would like some of
them but we have a new one with super-heros."

 "Super-heros?"
 
 Mitchico nodded and sipped her iced water. The bartender had put to much
colouring in it and it had a faint carmalized taste.
 "Everyone is talking about that new girl super-hero SailorMoon... and
then of course there is Sailor V and....."

 "Tell me about SailorMoon!" Endymion asked, feeling strangely excited.

 Ah, she had him now. Michiko thought. She never would have guessed that
he would be the type....oh well. The fact that the scenario was new meant
that the price was upwardly flexable....and she would get 20% of that not
to mention if he later made an outside date with her. 

 "Picture this." She said, with eyes shineing. "You are a caped and masked
villan who struggles with SailorMoon. You can choose to have her vanquish
you. You can vanquish her and maybe a little rope play.....or you can
convince her you are right and she will join you freely."

Endymion did not even ask the price but pulled a suitably created credit
card from his wallet. The dark Kingdom's magics could fool the simplistic
banks of this world and he had decided that his Hostess deserved a
lasting reward for this. Of course, he reflected he could never tell the
Queen or Kunzite -but it was a small price.

 The caped and masked man stood alone in the park.
                                *****
 (Actually it was a section of a warehouse at the back of the main
building but the detail was lavish. the floor was covered with actual soil
and sod and small trees and bushes "grew" in clumps.)
  After he had handed the barman his card, Michi had talked with him for a
time to make sure that he knew what he wanted and that he knew what he was
getting. 
  Michico had then escorted him out into another hallway where they had
stepped into a cubicle. She had helped him out of his clothing  which
she placed carefully in a locker. 
 Then, after slipping off her dress (she wore nothing except it and a pair
of jeweled pumps.) and shoes joined him in a shower where she had
carefully washed him.
 He could not believe how arousing it was -simply the concept of
confronting SailorMoon even if he knew it wasn't really her. He did dream
about her -constantly, and in ways which made him feel confused.
 Michi then dried him off with a warm fluffy towel and helped him dressed
in his "Evil Villan" costume.
 All the whle he was dressing she was talking enthusiasticly about the
girl he was about to meet. 

 "She looks young." She said."But is of course over 18. It would be
illegal otherwise. We at this club care about such matters. An
indescretion on our part of course would reflect poorly. We value return
visits of course.  All of our actresses are healthy as well and are tested
once a week."

 "Tested?" He asked, wondering if there was an educational merit to all of
this.

 "The blood." She replied by way of explanation, as if that was all she
needed to say.
 
"Oh." He said nodding but not actually understanding.
                                   ****

 The breeze blew gently in the park (a fan) ringing with it the faint
smell of jasmine (real!!!)

 Suddenly She appeard in front of him, her form lit by moonlight (a
diffused spot.)

 "Halt eveldoer!" The vouice was wrong but the stance was right.
 "Halt I say."
 
 Endymion advanced. He felt a little foolish but also aroused and wanting
to get into the spirit of the thing.

 "Never." He said. "I am....I am The Mask and I shall take this city and
enslave it all!"
 
 "No." SailorMoon said. "I won't let you!"

 "Oh." Mask drew himself up. "And who are you?"

 "I am." SailorMoon posed again. "The champion of this city. No harm shall
come to it while I stand against them. I am SailorMoon, and in the name of
the Moon I shall punish you!"

  "You may try." Mask laughed. "But evil is stronger than a mere little
chit of a girl!"

 The tow comatants faced each other and closed. Soon They were on the
ground. 
 "You see." The girl cried."I have vanquished you!"
She had straddled the masked figure and ground herself aganst his desire 
with each of his struggling movements. 
 Endymion felt her against him and ucked his hips slightly with each of
her movements. He could feel her though both his costume and her own - she
felt like fire.
 "Admit defeat." She whispered biting her lip. She was not the girl but
now she was a good substitute.

 "I think not" He said. He rolled and in a slow motion strggle (so no-one
would get hurt) suddenly he was the one on top of her.

"Give in." He said.

"Never" She said.
 He pressed her more closely into the earth and felt the hardened
nipples of her small breasts press through her uniform and his shirt.

"You cannot escape." He said and moved his hips against her.
 He kissed her opened mouth and felt her moan against him.

 "Give in to me." He whispered and it was not to this replca, this actress
he was talking. Without meaning to he invoked the Dark power and drew her
will to his.

 "Yesssss." She hissed and clutched at him.

  The next few moments were a blur of heated confusion. 

 The taste of salt.Clothing tearing. Sweat slicked skin upon skin. The
sounds of one body against another. The sounds of desperation and release.

 After it was over it was he who rolled away sobbing.
 
 "Shhhhh, Shhhhh, it's alright." The girl said brushing the sweaty tangle
of hair from his eyes, the tears from his face.

 "Shhh, It's fine."

 "But it's not." His voice was still coming out in sobs.
 "It's not okay.....you're not her. You're not her.

    After a little while the shuddering subsided and she helped him wash
his face at the conveiniently placed water fountain.
  As far as things went (according to her) his preformance was "well
beyond the calll of duty"  
   She was just fine.
 As she testified to friends later about her one "magic customer"
   "It was like the first time...only the way you imagine it - not like
what it's really like."
 
 A very be-draggled SailorMoon escorted her customer to the door and gave
him into the keeping of Michico. Michi took him to the shower, helped him
off with what was left of his costume (another charge for the bill) and
again helped him shower. She thought he looked is anything more dispondant
than when he had come in. it wasn't her business to pry but in hopes of
getting a return customer she did.
 
 "The scenario?" she asked.

 "Yes?" he asked in a muffled voice as she toweled his hair.

 "It was good?" She asked "Enjoyable?"

 "I guess, but not for me." He took the towel from her and draped it
across a knee.   He sat silently for a moment his eyes closed.
      
 "I don't think this is really something I enjoy." He said finally looking
at her with those eyes of his.
 "I mean, I enjoy being with women...with a woman. But...." He trailed
off.
 
"You have a girlfriend?" Michi asked in genuine interst.

"Yes, No...well....I'm sort of involved with someone." He said. no matter
how much he felt devoted to Beryl he was distracted, tormented, by that
girl.

  "It's sort of complicated." he said lamely.
 
 "Well," Michi said, hiding her disappointment with professional ease.
 "Things will work out. They always do."

 "I guess so."

 Endymion politely declined the complemntary drink upon getting dressed.
 Before he left added a large tip to both his Hostess and the "actress"
that he had been with on his carefully itemized bill.
 
 The actress decided she could afford not to work any longer and went out
to a club with her friends. She had the money to do it.

 Michico took the morning train home and when she slept dreampt of a dark-
eyeed Prince who told her of his love in beautiful poems before he
ravaged her.

The Prince summoned his will and was transported into his chambers.
 Night in the Dark Kindom is a thing of mind.... He drew his silken sheets 
about himself and then he dreamed.


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                                    END



I'd like to blame a couple of things for this.
  Ryo Mourakami's "Almost Transparent Blue" and "Tokyo Decadence"
 as well as the film "In the Realm of the Sences."
   along with "The White Serpent" (story) and "Ugetsu" (movie)
           and finally  "Japan's Sex Trade" by Peter Constantine.



                                       Neil
                               aka Robyn, Duke of Amber.
            
oh ya, by the way...it was 6:10 when I finished.....

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     Nene   Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene    Nene   
                    I met a Lady in the Meads,
                    Full beautiful, a faery's child,
                    Her hair was long, her foot was light
                    And her eyes were wild.
                                            J.Keats
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           Agent Of Chaos. Robyn, Duke of Amber. Unicorn Knight
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