Hiya folks !
Anyway this fic is going to be a continuing series
like a comic book. I have waaaay too many stories
about Lavender and Apollo to tell. And just like a 
comic book the parts will be released monthly, this
date every month.

And this fic is going to encompass _every_ anime
series I know. Each story arc I got planned either
focuses on one or crosses one series over another.

Disclaimer:
Sailormoon and the other stuff don't belong to me.
They belong to someone who could easily have
me killed. Lavender and Apollo are copyright 1998
to me. 

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The night hung over the city. The full moon helped illuminate the 
already brilliant city. On the surface it looked to be a night perfect 
for romance, of tuxedoes and roses, of ballrooms and dances. But 
always there is a dark side things. The lights that shine bright and
bring illumination to swank restaurants and beautiful parks also make
shadows. Shadows that hide the dirty brothels and the smoky 
gambling dens. Shadows that hide the trenchcoats and black orchids,
the shadowy alleys and the crimes commited in their territory.

A case in point, a woman ,obviously very frightened , surrounded by three
big looking men. She was pursued into the alley as one could surmise
from her heavy breathing. The three men leered as they approached her,
one brandished a knife, turning it over in the weak moonlight , making it
glint wickedly as they approached. 
 

' P-please d-d-don't hurt me .....' the woman pleaded as she backed up to
the brick wall.   

' No, baby, we're not goin' to hurt you if ya jsut let us have some fun.' the
man with the knife grinned as he approached.

'Yeah, yeah, fun,fun,hehehe.' the other said as he moved in from the right.

' Yeah, baby. All we want is to have some fun.' the one on the right said.

' Now, be a good girl an just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.' The knife 
wielder said as he let the cold metal of the knife move over the skin of the
woman's cheek. As the knife left her cheek, the woman's expression 
changed into a wicked smile, that caught the thugs unaware.

' Oh, I thank you for letting me enjoy.' the woman said in a man's voice 
filled with mirth as the face of the woman shimmered and became a solid 
mask, a red smile painted on it's white frame. The knife wielder suddenly 
saw a white glove impact into his face before his world went black. 

The other two stepped back as they saw their leader fall from the stranger's 
strike. They saw that it was a man dressed in a lavender cloak that covered 
most of his body, the mask obscured his face but let his neatly combed black 
hair be seen. They could see the white gloved hand that knocked their leader 
back, knife flying backwards and what seemed to be a lavender tuxedo 
underneath the cloak. The mask seemed to look down at the man at his feet 
and sighed.

' Nose cartilage to the brain. Really unpleasant way to die. And I wanted
to play with him too.' The mask looked at them smiling it's red smile, the 
white gloved hand returning into the folds of his lavender cloak. 

' So who's next ?' the voice behind the mask said tauntingly.                                    
 
The left-hand man growled and charged. He passed through the cloak like
a bull through a bull fighter's cloak. The sound of a spinal bones being 
craked into a few several pieces could be heard as the man felt something
like a jackhammer strike into his spine. The pain was momentary since 
one of the aforementioned pieces buried itself into his heart. 

The last thug had a flash of intelligence and quickly whirled around and ran 
like hell down the alley. The masked figure tsked as a gloved hand flicked
out from his cloak and a rose, purple in color, appeared as if by magic, 
embedded in the man's back. Another sigh could be heard behind the mask
as the man looked around at the trio of dead bodies.

' This is going to be hard to clean up.' He said as he looked up at the full moon
the single witness to the events in the dark alley.                      
   
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The same moon was the witness to another scene in a vacant lot across town.
Humanity has a very peculiar trait, one of the traits that separate him from the
animals. It is,ironically, the ability to torture, to inflict pain ,slowly and intentionally.                              
No other animal has the intellect to derive pleasure from bringing pain. Especially
on one's lessers or as ,in this case, a lesser species. The cat's yowling reached
fever pitch as it felt pain rack it's entire body as another kick landed on it's side.  

University kids who get their kicks out torturing animals are actually rare. The fact 
of their rarity didn't seem to help the cat as it felt the blood from all it's wounds 
dripping over the white fur. Yowling in pain it tried to get away. But Hiroshi decided to
play with it more. Yes, Hiroshi, knew it was wrong. But, the sight of blood, yes,
the blood most especially , oh , yes the blood. And the look of pain in the eyes of 
the cat. Yes, the pain, the pain. Hiroshi picked the cat up awhile ago when he had
the urge. The urge to hurt , the urge to see the blood. No problem in anyone finding
out. Totally vacant lot, no one around for a few blocks. He looked once again at the 
eyes. Eyes,eyes, such beautiful eyes,yellow and green. Ooohhh, I want an eye.

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The same moon can be seen from an apartment on the other side of town. In particular
a room facing the window, where the moon's silvery light spilled across the room. The
occupant, a young girl with shoulder length hair is writhing in her sleep as the nightmare
of being a cat and being tortured by a sadistic young man was starting to reach it's climax.  

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' Eyes, eyes, I want your eyes....' Hiroshi chanted softly as he reached for a his ballpoint
pen. Yes, the blood thebloodthebloodeyeseyeseyeseyes. The thoughts running through
Hiroshi's helped distract him from what seemed to be a glowing coming from the cat's
forehead.

Hiroshi laughed as he let the pen take the eye.

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'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' screamed the young girl as she
stood up from her sleep, a sigil flaring on her forehead. Two women ran in immediately, one
sandy-haired, the other with turquoise hair in time to see the Hotaru Tomoe's sigil flaring with
purple light.

The sigil of Saturn. 
                          
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'NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW' yowled the cat as it felt 
something sharp take it's left eye. 

As the pen drove into the cat's eye, Hiroshi Bayushi , Chemistry Student in his third year at
Tokyo University, saw the sigil on the cat's forehead, saw the purple light streaming from it.
He calmly wondered why the alchemic sign for lead suddenly appeared on the cat's forehead.                        
Those were one of his last thoughts before his world exploded into purple light.

The other one was a little factoid he learned from his proffesors. 

That the alchemic sign for lead was also the sign for the planet Saturn.                                
  
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As Haruka Ten'ou and Michiru Kaiouh entered the room and saw Hotaru's sigil flaring on her
forehead they heard the explosion that rocked the city. From outside they could see a column
of purple light that seemed to rise to the skies.

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The masked man just finished disposing of the men when he saw a column of purple light flare
up into the dark night sky. 

' Bloody hell ! ' he swore as he made a wide brimmed hat appear in his gloved right hand.

The cloaked figure put it on and jumped upwards landing on the roof of the three story building.
'You always liked doing things with an added flare, Apollo.' the man continued as he started
jumping from roofs to the direction of the now disappeared column of light. 

' You seem to have woken up with a bang.' the man finished as he jumped to the nearest electric
post and ran down the cables towards his destination.

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Thus ends Lavender #1 ! 
                                 
C&C and MSTs are begged for as always.

And no, Lavender is not another more-powerful-than-Saturn-God.
He has his strengths and weaknesses like any other being.

You'll get to know more about them as time passes.          
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' Writers are the torchbearers of civilization. We're set in a corner only we
can illuminate.Some of us are searchlights, able to cast a beam into the 
far reaches of the human soul.Some of us are candles , barely able to 
sustain a glow against the darkness. Nevertheless the words I write 
are important, because light is additive. Another's light  doesn't diminish
 my own. Our lights together make us stronger.'   
                   - (After much paraphrasing and reaaranging) Roger Martin  

' There is no such thing as fiction. There is no such thing as imagination.
Everthing's friggin' real.Everything's also one hell of an illusion. What that 
mean's ,my dear reader, is that you, me , the chair you're sitting on,
the chair I'm sitting on, are participants in one of the biggest fucking lies
in the history of Time: Reality' 
                      - Elsa Bibat, 'The Reality Manifesto' 
 

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