Cleanne (Sailor Orion)
Title: Constellations A (or as the title bar on my browser calls it, "Constellations A Default Chapter Title")
Writer: Sailor Orion
Summary: "Alternate ending to Sailor Moon S involvong a whole new group of warriors!"
Canon: Dub
Rating: 4
Name: Cleanne
Senshi Title: Sailor Orion
Hair: Red, knee length, hangs loose
Eyes: bright glowing emerald green flecked with silver specks
Unusual Markings/Colorations: "Her smile radiated her happiness", pale skin
Senshi Outfit: Not described
Other Clothing Descriptions: "Her tank top was covered with a light button-down blouse that was open, and her short black skirt emphasized how tall she was."
Possessions: None
Guardians: None
Origin: No idea.
Silver Millennium: Her father, Lord Kenderlon, simply got her mother preggers and then left her because he knew Cleanne couldn't be brainwashed. So he went for "Mistress Saturn", Princess Saturn's mother, because he knew she was weak. But Mistress 9 forced herself into Mistress Saturn and Princess Saturn came out strong, so he killed her.
Connections to Canon: She is Hotaru's older half sister from the Silver Millennium. There's no mention on whether or not she's her sister in this life too. Her and two other scouts, Leo and Aries, were hiding in the background during Hotaru's transformation into Mistress 9. She convinces Hotaru to expel Mistress 9 and Leo and Aries restrain Uranus and Neptune (Moon has conveniently passed out) while she takes Mistress 9 into her own body and destroys her.
Senshi Moves: None mentioned
Other Special Abilities: Someone called the Nightshade Spy gives her, Leo, and Aries energy orbs that serve as a concentrated form of his cloaking abilities. They use it to sneak up on Moon, Uranus, and Neptune. She can modify her voice to make it sound "God-like" and focus her powers inward into her soul to attack Mistress 9. She somehow knows every move Pharaoh 90 is going to make before he makes it. She can strengthen her hearing with a snap of her fingers.
Annoying Traits: Daniel AKA Dragon Knight, past life lover, calls her "sweeting", shortly turns from a snarky ice burning warrior into a weepy mess (thanks to Lord Kenderlon's mind fuckery powers) after killing Mistress 9 and has to be encouraged and comforted by him. You know, the usual. He dumps her for Uranus about 3 weeks later though. She single-handedly destroys Mistress 9 and prevents Hotaru from awakening as Sailor Saturn. Both Mistress 9 and Lord Kenderlon are interested in getting their hands on her and controlling her.
Comments: All of the characters are from some RP whose site got deleted during the Great Geocities Purge. That might explain why the issues with Mistress 9 are quickly pushed aside in favor of a love square between Cleanne, Daniel, Mark AKA Dream Dancer, and Amara (who we learn looked a lot more feminine during the Silver Millennium).
Samples:
Sailor Orion, invisible to those who didn't know what to look for, stood behind Mistress Nine. She elevated her voice to a powerful, meaningful voice, and she spoke to Mistress Nine.
"Come, Hotaru. Dress up time is over." Orion's voice sounded God-like, and it made shudders run down Uranus's and Neptune's spines. Sailor Moon, however, was oblivious to it all, and she fell to the ground in a sleep caused by loss of energy. Mistress Nine just looked around.
"Hotaru is dead, whoever you are. She is no longer alive. I am Mistress nine." Mistress Nine's voice sounded almost childish, and it was plain in her evil eyes that she was lying.
"Hotaru, it's time to go play with Reenie. You borrowed something from her, and she wants it back." Orion watched as Mistress Nine's resolve was falling, and more of Hotaru showed through her.
"I'm not Hotaru! I am Mistress Nine!" With each word, Hotaru showed even more, no matter what Mistress nine did to try and stop it.
"Hotaru. It is your big sister." Orion felt Mistress Nine leave Hotaru's body, and come to where Orion was standing. Hotaru, unconscious and lying on the ground, groaned quietly as her body shifted.
Uranus and Neptune both gasped, and felt presences behind them. They turned, but saw no one. Then it hit them, the full force of someone grabbing them from behind, and holding them still. They saw the unconscious Hotaru and Sailor Moon being lifted from the ground, and then they disappeared.
"Mistress Nine, enter my body." Orion commanded as she felt the evil presence surround her. Then she felt the presence of another mind who tried to control her body.
Ah, so you are the warrior called Sailor Orion. I have heard of you, and I tried to go after you. But somehow, you escaped me. She heard Mistress Nine say in her mind.
And you are surprised by that? I have purposely stayed away from you as long as I possible could. But you took over the mind of my half-sister, and I had to intervene. Orion replied, using the same technique of communication.
Your half sister, huh? Well, she was a weak body, and it was easy to overtake it. The haughty voice made Orion want to force the spirit out of her body right then, but she knew that was what Mistress Nine wanted, too.
You can try all you like to get me mad. I am made of steel when it comes to my nerves in a fight. I am determined to win this. And I will.
I don't think so. You know, now I know why your father left your mother to search out another lover. Mistress Nine hit a nerve, but Orion wouldn't let it disturb her frame of mind.
The reason Lord Kenderlon left my mother was because he knew I could never be brainwashed, and he had no love for her in the first place. Mistress Saturn, Princess Saturn's mother, was sought out then because she, like Hotaru now, was weak. And he wanted someone he could easily influence and have a child who was also weak. Unfortunately, Mistress Saturn was much stronger than what she thought, and Princess Saturn was a strong child. When Lord Kenderlon found this out, he killed her.
What do you mean she was strong? She wasn't strong. I easily forced myself into her body, and took over.
Ahh. But there you are wrong. She easily forced you out of her body, didn't she? Orion, as hard as she might, couldn't keep the attitude out of her voice. If she could, Orion would smile, and have a good laugh.
You are an insolent, nasty, Soldier of Scum!
Why thank you. I will take that as a compliment. Now if you don't mind, I will now destroy you. She could feel the weakened Mistress Nine prepare herself for a fight, but what she got was much different. Orion just relaxed her mind, and felt her body fall to the ground. Orion curled her powers around her core, and waited until Mistress Nine made the first blow.
This is going to be too easy. You weakling! I never thought you wouldn't fight me. She heard a laugh, and then she made her move.
While Mistress nine was laughing, Orion let little tendrils of her power circle around the unsuspecting Mistress Nine. When Mistress Nine made her second attack, Orion curled the rest of her power around the Mistress, and the Mistress's attack was reflected right back in her face.
You see, Mistress Nine, I am not as dumb as you thought. And I won't let you ruin me, or Hotaru, or anyone else.
That is unfair! You can't throw my own attack against me!
I can, and I did. Prepare to be destroyed. Orion's thought was clear and unyielding, but Orion was anything but. She had underestimated Mistress Nine's strength, and was shocked when her shield cracked slightly, allowing heated energy hit her. Also, her strength was weakened from holding her powers inside of herself, and using them at full strength.
She used the remainder of her power, to blast Mistress Nine into oblivion. In the process, she felt her body shudder with the release of the power, and she noticed how her body shook and shivered with the sheer strength that was released. But now, she also realized, that her mission had just started. Unfortunately, she felt like dying instead of fighting Pharaoh 90.
Orion, you are still inside yourself. You need to come back. Your body won't stop shaking. I know you can hear me. It's Dragon Warrior, sweeting. Please do this, for me. She took control of her mind, and felt the power radiate from her body.
"D-D-Dragon W-W-Warrior? Is that you?" Orion's voice was shaky, and she felt like falling asleep.
"Yes, darling. It's me. I felt your power all the way up at the ship. Are you feeling all right?" Dragon Warrior looked concerned, and Orion was happy that she had Dragon Warrior for a friend. She sat up, and he quickly pulled her close so she could lean against his chest.
"I'm just tired. I need to go back to the ship, though." She started to get up, but stopped suddenly. She looked worriedly at Dragon Warrior. "I didn't tell Leo or Aries to get Hotaru out of here! We have to find her! We…" Dragon Warrior put a fingertip to her lips.
"They didn't need an order. They knew. She is safe up at the ship, along with Sailor Moon. Sailor Moon hasn't recovered yet from her experience." Dragon Warrior slipped his arms around her waist and one under her knees. He picked her up like she weighed nothing, and she automatically curled against him.
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"Hey Orion. Hotaru is sleeping fine, and we just took Sailor Moon back down to Earth. She didn't see us, and I don't think she'll remember much of this experience. I, um, made it fell like a dream to her so it would be easier to cope with." Dream Dancer said hesitantly, expecting Orion to yell at him for doing such a thing. She only smiled.
"Thanks, Dream Dancer. She would be much better off not remembering anything. Now, I'm going to ask a favor of you. Could you give me a dream?" This question caught Dream Dancer off guard, and his words stumbled out of his mouth when he replied.
"A dream? You want me to give you a dream?" He was shocked, and Orion's smile faded.
"If you don't want to do it, that's okay. I just wanted to know if you could or not." Her voice was hurt, and he felt ashamed.
"No, it's not that. I was just surprised, that's all. You have never, in the thousands of years we have known each other, asked for a dream from me. It just took me off guard. But sure, I'll make you a dream. Just come to my chambers, and I can get it started." He motioned for Dragon Warrior to follow him with Orion in his arms. He opened the door to his chamber, and he pointed to a chair-like object. "Could you set her there, please? You can stay, because I'm going to need you to take her to her chambers after I'm done. And Dragon Warrior, this means nothing personal. Please don't yell at me, or hit me, or cause me any pain because this is the normal treatment I give every female. It relaxes them, all right? It's part of the process."
"Well, what are you going to do? If I know ahead of time I might not react." Dragon Warrior said, his voice clipped. Orion looked at him.
"Geez, Dragon Warrior. From the way you are talking, it sounds like you are jealous. But I don't know any reason to be. He is also a friend, and he is only helping me get some sleep." Orion smiled brightly, and Dragon Warrior felt hurt. After the thousand years he had been working with Orion, she hadn't noticed how much he loved her. It had grown gradually and slowly, since mainly in the beginning they had fought constantly about things. But in the past few years, her powers had increased, and she had taken them to new heights with their attacks. And with that increase, his love for her had grown.
"I know. I just don't want you to be humiliated, or something. Sorry." He mumbled, a blush creeping around his ears. He heard Orion chuckle, which made him look at her.
"I love how you are so concerned for me, it's means much to me, it really does. But I'm not going to be humiliated by a friend I've known just as long as I've known you." Dream Dancer stood nearby, a strange looking instrument in his hand.
"Are you ready, Orion?" He looked at Dragon Warrior, then back at Orion.
"Yup. I'm ready. Do your worst." She smiled weakly. Dragon Warrior saw how hard it was for her to act normal when all she really wanted to do was curl up and fall asleep. Dream Dancer placed the instrument paddles on her temples, and he started speaking in his native tongue. Dragon Warrior left the room, feeling uncomfortable and unwanted in there.
Dream Dancer paused only for a moment as he watched Dragon Warrior leave. He then continued, telling an old prophesy that had inspired him to learn dream weaving. He spoke in his native tongue, a language that sounded like soft caresses falling from his lips. He could see Orion calming more every minute, and he moved to his second step in the process. [I could make a horrible joke here. But I won't.]
Still speaking in his language, he started speaking his magic. As he spoke, he fluttered light kissed over her closed eyelids, cheeks, and once lightly over her lips. He felt like a traitor doing this. Dragon Warrior had confided in him how much he cared for Orion, and he felt like he was betraying everything Dragon Warrior had ever told him.
When he felt Orion fall into the dark oblivion of dreamland, he called Dragon Warrior back into the room. "She is sleeping now. You may take her to her room." He gently took the small paddles from Orion's temples.
"What did you do that I would be mad enough to hurt you for it?" Dream Dancer saw pain reflected in his eyes, and he knew that lying wouldn't get him anywhere.
"I had to kiss her." He saw flames spit from Dragon Warrior's eyes, and he quickly tried to reassure him that it wasn't much. "It wasn't anything deep, but just little feathery kisses." His explanation didn't seem to be working, and he gave an exasperated sigh. "You know very well that I have eyes only for Uranus. Besides, I didn't feel any more comfortable doing what I just did than you did when you were in that room with us. I felt like I was betraying you, and I hated every moment of it." He saw Dragon Warrior relax slightly, but not all the way.
"What were you saying, you know, in your language?"
"I was telling her an ancient prophesy that inspired me to dream weave. Then I started my incantations for my dream weaving." He noticed how Dragon Warrior slumped slightly after he said that.
"What kind of dream did you give her?" Dream Dancer smiled when he asked this. Orion didn't tell him what kind of dream she wanted, and he felt so bad about having to do what he did.
"Well, you are going to love me for this one. I gave her a dream of how you and her got together, and how you two kissed, and you two cuddled, and…" [That sounds kind of bland. If it were me, I would've asked for some crazy fantasy adventure... with sex.] Dream Dancer stopped there when he saw a smiling Dragon Warrior. "Is that dream all right with you?"
"Yes, thank you." Dragon Warrior's answer came in a whisper, and he saw the relief in his eyes.
"No prob, my friend. Just don't think that I would ever take advantage like that. I would never do that to you, and I could never, ever, have feelings for Orion except in a strong friendship. My eyes are for Uranus, and Uranus alone. Anyone else would be hard to deal with." Dream Dancer patted Dragon Warrior on the shoulder. Dragon Warrior smiled.
"Yes, anyone else would be hard for you. You only dealt with the hardest of them all, and found love in her. While the rest of us had to take one of the already pampered and prissed and had to accept love without question. You would have a hard time accepting things, especially since you are not used to it as the rest of us our." [... So, if you're not a lesbian, someone with attachment issues, someone who just doesn't want a boyfriend, or someone who is just hard to approach in general... you're spoiled and a priss? And that's a bad thing? Huh?!] Dragon Warrior paused for a second, the looked back at Dream Dancer. "Well, most of us, anyway. I'm still having trouble." Dream Dancer chuckled.
"She loves you. I felt it. She just doesn't know it yet." Dragon Warrior smiled.
"I hope that's the case, Dream Dancer. I really hope that's the case." They continued down the hallway towards the bridge, talking quietly about each others' love.
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In the past week, there had been three attacks. And in each of those attacks, the three mysterious warriors had shown up, and destroyed the monster. Amara was getting upset that she didn't know who these warriors were, and she had started to take it out on Michelle.
"Amara, where are you going?" Michelle's voice was quiet, as usual. But Amara thought that she was just nagging.
"Somewhere." Amara snapped. She felt Michelle cringe at the ice in her voice, and she immediately wanted to apologize, but she knew that it would make her seem weak. She just sighed, and turned the corner that led to their apartment.
When they reached the front of the building, Amara stopped the car. "I need some time alone, Michelle. Can you please leave?" Amara saw how Michelle reacted, and she felt a pang of hurt. Michelle slowly got out of the car, and closed the door with a click.
"All right, Amara. Goodbye." She barely had the word out of her mouth before Amara zoomed off. Amara felt upset with herself for treating her best friend like she was an enemy herself.
Amara raced her car over the empty roads, the wind ruffling her hair. She breathed in the misty breeze that floated from the top of the ocean, and felt a calm come over her. She looked ahead, and saw a quiet little beach that looked deserted. She pulled her car into the four-space parking lot, and parked her car.
She got out, and went to the water. She slipped her feet out of her shoes and socks, and rolled up the edges of her pants. She stepped in the cold water, and picked up a rounded pink shell that was lying in the sand. Her thoughts lingered on the three mysterious warriors that had kept on showing up, and how they always knew when they were needed the most.
She heard a step behind her, and she immediately turned and kicked out with her leg. The person stumbled to the ground, and Amara got a good look at his face. It was Daniel.
"Is that how you treat everyone you meet, or is this a recent development?" His laughter-filled voice made her smile, and she bent down to help him up. He gripped her hand and wrist, and she pulled him to his feet.
"I'm sorry. I'm just a little paranoid right now." She smiled, and he rubbed the back of his head.
"Oh, all right."
"What are you doing here, anyway?" Amara asked, suddenly a bit self-conscious.
"I thought I saw you come here, so I came to see if you were okay. You were going way over the speed limit, and it looked like you were in trouble." He paused for a moment, his face concerned. "Are you all right, Amara?"
"I'm fine." Her voice was clipped. She hated it when people showed concern for her. It showed that the person was weak. He cringed, just like Michelle, when he heard the tone in her voice. But he didn't step back, or walk away.
"For some reason, I don't believe you." He reached over to her, and he brushed a hair behind her ear. "You may think you are tough, but I see your weakness." She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't work. He moved closer to her, and he kept his hand lightly on her cheek. She sucked in a deep breath when she saw him bend his head down, and kiss her.
She felt like she was on fire, but she was cold. His kiss made her feel like she was dying, but she was just being born. Like she was everything and nothing he ever needed. It lasted for a couple of minutes, and when they separated, Amara felt like she was leaving something vitally important to her well being behind.
She looked beyond him, and saw another person. It was Cleanne, although she seemed paler, and more sickly than she had when they first met. She saw tears sparkling in her vivid green eyes, and Cleanne turned and ran.
Daniel hadn't seemed to notice that Cleanne had followed him here, and he didn't turn around to see her. In fact, he didn't even seem to notice that Amara wasn't paying attention to him anymore.
"Amara?" She turned her face back to him, and she gave him a smile. "Are you all right? Is something bothering you?" Amara shook her head.
"No, I'm fine." Amara leaned her head against Daniel's broad chest.
"That's good." He pushed her away from him a step, and he kissed her again. This time, she felt his power in the kiss, the passion he had. She never wanted to let him go, but she knew, in the way that Cleanne had looked, that he could never really love her.
Orion fell to the bench next to the pond, her body shaking with each sob that escaped her throat. She had woken up from a deep slumber that, for once, wasn't filled with pain. She immediately went down to find Daniel. She had missed him while she was feeling sick, and she wanted to see how things were doing.
But when she found him, she was shocked to see Amara in his arms. She had felt the stab of pain again, but only this was one that stabbed her heart. And it hurt more than any of the pangs of pain that she had felt while she was sick.
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Amara lay in her bed, her eyes refusing to close. She kept on seeing Daniel's face, and feeling Daniel's lips against hers. She wanted to see him again, but she didn't know when she could. She didn't know where he lived, and he never gave the inclination that he wanted to see her again.
She sighed, and got up. Her thin body looked like it was blown up in her overly-large red and white plaid pajamas, and her hair looked like a tornado had blown through it. She ran a hand through it, and changed her shirt to a plain white t-shirt.
Amara walked quietly out of the apartment, trying hard not to wake the sleeping form of Michelle. She slipped into her motorcycle outfit, making sure that her clothes underneath were not bulked in any place, and she got on her motorcycle. She revved up the engine, and zoomed out onto the empty streets.
She focused all of her energy on riding as fast as she could, and for a while it seemed to work. But she soon heard a different engine behind her, and her mind soon focused on losing this person. She sped around a corner, not seeing that the person following her had set up a blockade of other motorcyclists all across the road, and she crashed into them.
She found herself surrounded by a group of heavily-muscled men, all studded leather and metal collars. She gasped when one of them yanked off her helmet.
"Well, what do we have here? Hey guys! Look! It's a little girlie!" The man who held her helmet dropped it, and grabbed her arms so tight that she couldn't move. "We were expecting to beat up some guy tonight for our kicks, but it seems that we might get them they way we please instead." The guy started to laugh, and then he fell to the ground. Amara tried to turn her head to see who had gotten the guy, but her head wouldn't turn far enough.
"Only jerks and losers beat up girls for their kicks. And from the looks of it, all of you are both of those terms." Amara tried to identify the voice, but she had never heard it before. The men all moved away from her, except for the man holding her arms.
"And who are you, pretty boy? Are you going to try and rescue little girlie, here? I don't believe she wants to be rescued by a wimp like you. So run along, son, you don't belong here." The one holding her said. She struggled a little, and his grip on her tightened, and a hand went to her throat. She felt a cold blade pressed to the artery in her neck, and she ceased her struggling. She was good at hand-to-hand fighting, but she was no match for a big guy with a blade at her neck.
"Oh, I'm not your son, and I'm no pretty boy. I am your worst nightmare." The voice had become icy. She soon heard the sound of grunts and groans of fighting, and she thought of just one man fighting all of these huge men. She shivered, and the blade was pressed closer to her.
"Don't try to get away, honey. Otherwise you'll find yourself six feet under and encased in wood. Got it?" The man holding her whispered. Amara gave a little nod, not letting her fear show. She felt the blade still at her neck, and for a moment she thought that the artery in her neck had been pushed out, for she could feel its warmth pulse against the coldness of the blade.
She started to feel the blade loosen, then drop. She was able to turn her head enough to see that the man holding her had started to fall to the ground, a welt growing on the back of his head. She pulled herself out of his grasp, and fell to the ground, finally noticing that someone had tied her feet together. She tried to untie the knot, but she was soon stopped.
She saw a shadow fall across her, and she started to look up. She couldn't see the face, there was a light behind his head and it only outlined his shape, and it didn't allow her to see his features. She saw him bend down with a blade in his hand, and she turned her face so she wouldn't see it coming at her. But what happened next shocked Amara.
"I'm not going to hurt you, miss." He whispered. She felt the blade cut through the ropes at her ankles, and she looked at the man who was in front of her now, studying her neck. "It looks like he put the blade a little too close right there." He touched it lightly, and Amara moved away.
"Who are you?" Amara demanded. She tried to make herself icy against this guy, but she couldn't feel much but gratitude for him. She saw him reach in his pocket, and pull out a cloth. He looked around, and dipped the cloth in a puddle of water.
"I am called Mark. It was me they were after, [Yeah, that seems to be a running theme in this story. They had challenged him to a race that night so that they could ambush him (which he knew about) because they were mad about the fact that he beat all of them in a tournament.] and I'm truly sorry that you had to meet them first." He took the wet corner of the cloth, and dabbed it on her neck. "I followed you as fast as I could, but you were about a mile ahead of me, and you were going a lot faster than what I allow myself to go." He held out his hand. "Please accept my apology? I did not think that anybody rode during the night, and I didn't think that anyone would end up being the victim of something that wasn't meant for them." Amara looked him over, and was surprised to see that he was also hurt. She saw a blood stain on his shoulder, and his hands were already starting to bruise.
"All right." Amara took his hand, and he helped her up. She moved too fast, and almost fell forward, but he caught her.
"Whoa there! That was a fast one." He chuckled, and she smiled.
Writer: Sailor Orion
Summary: "Alternate ending to Sailor Moon S involvong a whole new group of warriors!"
Canon: Dub
Rating: 4
Name: Cleanne
Senshi Title: Sailor Orion
Hair: Red, knee length, hangs loose
Eyes: bright glowing emerald green flecked with silver specks
Unusual Markings/Colorations: "Her smile radiated her happiness", pale skin
Senshi Outfit: Not described
Other Clothing Descriptions: "Her tank top was covered with a light button-down blouse that was open, and her short black skirt emphasized how tall she was."
Possessions: None
Guardians: None
Origin: No idea.
Silver Millennium: Her father, Lord Kenderlon, simply got her mother preggers and then left her because he knew Cleanne couldn't be brainwashed. So he went for "Mistress Saturn", Princess Saturn's mother, because he knew she was weak. But Mistress 9 forced herself into Mistress Saturn and Princess Saturn came out strong, so he killed her.
Connections to Canon: She is Hotaru's older half sister from the Silver Millennium. There's no mention on whether or not she's her sister in this life too. Her and two other scouts, Leo and Aries, were hiding in the background during Hotaru's transformation into Mistress 9. She convinces Hotaru to expel Mistress 9 and Leo and Aries restrain Uranus and Neptune (Moon has conveniently passed out) while she takes Mistress 9 into her own body and destroys her.
Senshi Moves: None mentioned
Other Special Abilities: Someone called the Nightshade Spy gives her, Leo, and Aries energy orbs that serve as a concentrated form of his cloaking abilities. They use it to sneak up on Moon, Uranus, and Neptune. She can modify her voice to make it sound "God-like" and focus her powers inward into her soul to attack Mistress 9. She somehow knows every move Pharaoh 90 is going to make before he makes it. She can strengthen her hearing with a snap of her fingers.
Annoying Traits: Daniel AKA Dragon Knight, past life lover, calls her "sweeting", shortly turns from a snarky ice burning warrior into a weepy mess (thanks to Lord Kenderlon's mind fuckery powers) after killing Mistress 9 and has to be encouraged and comforted by him. You know, the usual. He dumps her for Uranus about 3 weeks later though. She single-handedly destroys Mistress 9 and prevents Hotaru from awakening as Sailor Saturn. Both Mistress 9 and Lord Kenderlon are interested in getting their hands on her and controlling her.
Comments: All of the characters are from some RP whose site got deleted during the Great Geocities Purge. That might explain why the issues with Mistress 9 are quickly pushed aside in favor of a love square between Cleanne, Daniel, Mark AKA Dream Dancer, and Amara (who we learn looked a lot more feminine during the Silver Millennium).
Samples:
Sailor Orion, invisible to those who didn't know what to look for, stood behind Mistress Nine. She elevated her voice to a powerful, meaningful voice, and she spoke to Mistress Nine.
"Come, Hotaru. Dress up time is over." Orion's voice sounded God-like, and it made shudders run down Uranus's and Neptune's spines. Sailor Moon, however, was oblivious to it all, and she fell to the ground in a sleep caused by loss of energy. Mistress Nine just looked around.
"Hotaru is dead, whoever you are. She is no longer alive. I am Mistress nine." Mistress Nine's voice sounded almost childish, and it was plain in her evil eyes that she was lying.
"Hotaru, it's time to go play with Reenie. You borrowed something from her, and she wants it back." Orion watched as Mistress Nine's resolve was falling, and more of Hotaru showed through her.
"I'm not Hotaru! I am Mistress Nine!" With each word, Hotaru showed even more, no matter what Mistress nine did to try and stop it.
"Hotaru. It is your big sister." Orion felt Mistress Nine leave Hotaru's body, and come to where Orion was standing. Hotaru, unconscious and lying on the ground, groaned quietly as her body shifted.
Uranus and Neptune both gasped, and felt presences behind them. They turned, but saw no one. Then it hit them, the full force of someone grabbing them from behind, and holding them still. They saw the unconscious Hotaru and Sailor Moon being lifted from the ground, and then they disappeared.
"Mistress Nine, enter my body." Orion commanded as she felt the evil presence surround her. Then she felt the presence of another mind who tried to control her body.
Ah, so you are the warrior called Sailor Orion. I have heard of you, and I tried to go after you. But somehow, you escaped me. She heard Mistress Nine say in her mind.
And you are surprised by that? I have purposely stayed away from you as long as I possible could. But you took over the mind of my half-sister, and I had to intervene. Orion replied, using the same technique of communication.
Your half sister, huh? Well, she was a weak body, and it was easy to overtake it. The haughty voice made Orion want to force the spirit out of her body right then, but she knew that was what Mistress Nine wanted, too.
You can try all you like to get me mad. I am made of steel when it comes to my nerves in a fight. I am determined to win this. And I will.
I don't think so. You know, now I know why your father left your mother to search out another lover. Mistress Nine hit a nerve, but Orion wouldn't let it disturb her frame of mind.
The reason Lord Kenderlon left my mother was because he knew I could never be brainwashed, and he had no love for her in the first place. Mistress Saturn, Princess Saturn's mother, was sought out then because she, like Hotaru now, was weak. And he wanted someone he could easily influence and have a child who was also weak. Unfortunately, Mistress Saturn was much stronger than what she thought, and Princess Saturn was a strong child. When Lord Kenderlon found this out, he killed her.
What do you mean she was strong? She wasn't strong. I easily forced myself into her body, and took over.
Ahh. But there you are wrong. She easily forced you out of her body, didn't she? Orion, as hard as she might, couldn't keep the attitude out of her voice. If she could, Orion would smile, and have a good laugh.
You are an insolent, nasty, Soldier of Scum!
Why thank you. I will take that as a compliment. Now if you don't mind, I will now destroy you. She could feel the weakened Mistress Nine prepare herself for a fight, but what she got was much different. Orion just relaxed her mind, and felt her body fall to the ground. Orion curled her powers around her core, and waited until Mistress Nine made the first blow.
This is going to be too easy. You weakling! I never thought you wouldn't fight me. She heard a laugh, and then she made her move.
While Mistress nine was laughing, Orion let little tendrils of her power circle around the unsuspecting Mistress Nine. When Mistress Nine made her second attack, Orion curled the rest of her power around the Mistress, and the Mistress's attack was reflected right back in her face.
You see, Mistress Nine, I am not as dumb as you thought. And I won't let you ruin me, or Hotaru, or anyone else.
That is unfair! You can't throw my own attack against me!
I can, and I did. Prepare to be destroyed. Orion's thought was clear and unyielding, but Orion was anything but. She had underestimated Mistress Nine's strength, and was shocked when her shield cracked slightly, allowing heated energy hit her. Also, her strength was weakened from holding her powers inside of herself, and using them at full strength.
She used the remainder of her power, to blast Mistress Nine into oblivion. In the process, she felt her body shudder with the release of the power, and she noticed how her body shook and shivered with the sheer strength that was released. But now, she also realized, that her mission had just started. Unfortunately, she felt like dying instead of fighting Pharaoh 90.
Orion, you are still inside yourself. You need to come back. Your body won't stop shaking. I know you can hear me. It's Dragon Warrior, sweeting. Please do this, for me. She took control of her mind, and felt the power radiate from her body.
"D-D-Dragon W-W-Warrior? Is that you?" Orion's voice was shaky, and she felt like falling asleep.
"Yes, darling. It's me. I felt your power all the way up at the ship. Are you feeling all right?" Dragon Warrior looked concerned, and Orion was happy that she had Dragon Warrior for a friend. She sat up, and he quickly pulled her close so she could lean against his chest.
"I'm just tired. I need to go back to the ship, though." She started to get up, but stopped suddenly. She looked worriedly at Dragon Warrior. "I didn't tell Leo or Aries to get Hotaru out of here! We have to find her! We…" Dragon Warrior put a fingertip to her lips.
"They didn't need an order. They knew. She is safe up at the ship, along with Sailor Moon. Sailor Moon hasn't recovered yet from her experience." Dragon Warrior slipped his arms around her waist and one under her knees. He picked her up like she weighed nothing, and she automatically curled against him.
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"Hey Orion. Hotaru is sleeping fine, and we just took Sailor Moon back down to Earth. She didn't see us, and I don't think she'll remember much of this experience. I, um, made it fell like a dream to her so it would be easier to cope with." Dream Dancer said hesitantly, expecting Orion to yell at him for doing such a thing. She only smiled.
"Thanks, Dream Dancer. She would be much better off not remembering anything. Now, I'm going to ask a favor of you. Could you give me a dream?" This question caught Dream Dancer off guard, and his words stumbled out of his mouth when he replied.
"A dream? You want me to give you a dream?" He was shocked, and Orion's smile faded.
"If you don't want to do it, that's okay. I just wanted to know if you could or not." Her voice was hurt, and he felt ashamed.
"No, it's not that. I was just surprised, that's all. You have never, in the thousands of years we have known each other, asked for a dream from me. It just took me off guard. But sure, I'll make you a dream. Just come to my chambers, and I can get it started." He motioned for Dragon Warrior to follow him with Orion in his arms. He opened the door to his chamber, and he pointed to a chair-like object. "Could you set her there, please? You can stay, because I'm going to need you to take her to her chambers after I'm done. And Dragon Warrior, this means nothing personal. Please don't yell at me, or hit me, or cause me any pain because this is the normal treatment I give every female. It relaxes them, all right? It's part of the process."
"Well, what are you going to do? If I know ahead of time I might not react." Dragon Warrior said, his voice clipped. Orion looked at him.
"Geez, Dragon Warrior. From the way you are talking, it sounds like you are jealous. But I don't know any reason to be. He is also a friend, and he is only helping me get some sleep." Orion smiled brightly, and Dragon Warrior felt hurt. After the thousand years he had been working with Orion, she hadn't noticed how much he loved her. It had grown gradually and slowly, since mainly in the beginning they had fought constantly about things. But in the past few years, her powers had increased, and she had taken them to new heights with their attacks. And with that increase, his love for her had grown.
"I know. I just don't want you to be humiliated, or something. Sorry." He mumbled, a blush creeping around his ears. He heard Orion chuckle, which made him look at her.
"I love how you are so concerned for me, it's means much to me, it really does. But I'm not going to be humiliated by a friend I've known just as long as I've known you." Dream Dancer stood nearby, a strange looking instrument in his hand.
"Are you ready, Orion?" He looked at Dragon Warrior, then back at Orion.
"Yup. I'm ready. Do your worst." She smiled weakly. Dragon Warrior saw how hard it was for her to act normal when all she really wanted to do was curl up and fall asleep. Dream Dancer placed the instrument paddles on her temples, and he started speaking in his native tongue. Dragon Warrior left the room, feeling uncomfortable and unwanted in there.
Dream Dancer paused only for a moment as he watched Dragon Warrior leave. He then continued, telling an old prophesy that had inspired him to learn dream weaving. He spoke in his native tongue, a language that sounded like soft caresses falling from his lips. He could see Orion calming more every minute, and he moved to his second step in the process. [I could make a horrible joke here. But I won't.]
Still speaking in his language, he started speaking his magic. As he spoke, he fluttered light kissed over her closed eyelids, cheeks, and once lightly over her lips. He felt like a traitor doing this. Dragon Warrior had confided in him how much he cared for Orion, and he felt like he was betraying everything Dragon Warrior had ever told him.
When he felt Orion fall into the dark oblivion of dreamland, he called Dragon Warrior back into the room. "She is sleeping now. You may take her to her room." He gently took the small paddles from Orion's temples.
"What did you do that I would be mad enough to hurt you for it?" Dream Dancer saw pain reflected in his eyes, and he knew that lying wouldn't get him anywhere.
"I had to kiss her." He saw flames spit from Dragon Warrior's eyes, and he quickly tried to reassure him that it wasn't much. "It wasn't anything deep, but just little feathery kisses." His explanation didn't seem to be working, and he gave an exasperated sigh. "You know very well that I have eyes only for Uranus. Besides, I didn't feel any more comfortable doing what I just did than you did when you were in that room with us. I felt like I was betraying you, and I hated every moment of it." He saw Dragon Warrior relax slightly, but not all the way.
"What were you saying, you know, in your language?"
"I was telling her an ancient prophesy that inspired me to dream weave. Then I started my incantations for my dream weaving." He noticed how Dragon Warrior slumped slightly after he said that.
"What kind of dream did you give her?" Dream Dancer smiled when he asked this. Orion didn't tell him what kind of dream she wanted, and he felt so bad about having to do what he did.
"Well, you are going to love me for this one. I gave her a dream of how you and her got together, and how you two kissed, and you two cuddled, and…" [That sounds kind of bland. If it were me, I would've asked for some crazy fantasy adventure... with sex.] Dream Dancer stopped there when he saw a smiling Dragon Warrior. "Is that dream all right with you?"
"Yes, thank you." Dragon Warrior's answer came in a whisper, and he saw the relief in his eyes.
"No prob, my friend. Just don't think that I would ever take advantage like that. I would never do that to you, and I could never, ever, have feelings for Orion except in a strong friendship. My eyes are for Uranus, and Uranus alone. Anyone else would be hard to deal with." Dream Dancer patted Dragon Warrior on the shoulder. Dragon Warrior smiled.
"Yes, anyone else would be hard for you. You only dealt with the hardest of them all, and found love in her. While the rest of us had to take one of the already pampered and prissed and had to accept love without question. You would have a hard time accepting things, especially since you are not used to it as the rest of us our." [... So, if you're not a lesbian, someone with attachment issues, someone who just doesn't want a boyfriend, or someone who is just hard to approach in general... you're spoiled and a priss? And that's a bad thing? Huh?!] Dragon Warrior paused for a second, the looked back at Dream Dancer. "Well, most of us, anyway. I'm still having trouble." Dream Dancer chuckled.
"She loves you. I felt it. She just doesn't know it yet." Dragon Warrior smiled.
"I hope that's the case, Dream Dancer. I really hope that's the case." They continued down the hallway towards the bridge, talking quietly about each others' love.
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In the past week, there had been three attacks. And in each of those attacks, the three mysterious warriors had shown up, and destroyed the monster. Amara was getting upset that she didn't know who these warriors were, and she had started to take it out on Michelle.
"Amara, where are you going?" Michelle's voice was quiet, as usual. But Amara thought that she was just nagging.
"Somewhere." Amara snapped. She felt Michelle cringe at the ice in her voice, and she immediately wanted to apologize, but she knew that it would make her seem weak. She just sighed, and turned the corner that led to their apartment.
When they reached the front of the building, Amara stopped the car. "I need some time alone, Michelle. Can you please leave?" Amara saw how Michelle reacted, and she felt a pang of hurt. Michelle slowly got out of the car, and closed the door with a click.
"All right, Amara. Goodbye." She barely had the word out of her mouth before Amara zoomed off. Amara felt upset with herself for treating her best friend like she was an enemy herself.
Amara raced her car over the empty roads, the wind ruffling her hair. She breathed in the misty breeze that floated from the top of the ocean, and felt a calm come over her. She looked ahead, and saw a quiet little beach that looked deserted. She pulled her car into the four-space parking lot, and parked her car.
She got out, and went to the water. She slipped her feet out of her shoes and socks, and rolled up the edges of her pants. She stepped in the cold water, and picked up a rounded pink shell that was lying in the sand. Her thoughts lingered on the three mysterious warriors that had kept on showing up, and how they always knew when they were needed the most.
She heard a step behind her, and she immediately turned and kicked out with her leg. The person stumbled to the ground, and Amara got a good look at his face. It was Daniel.
"Is that how you treat everyone you meet, or is this a recent development?" His laughter-filled voice made her smile, and she bent down to help him up. He gripped her hand and wrist, and she pulled him to his feet.
"I'm sorry. I'm just a little paranoid right now." She smiled, and he rubbed the back of his head.
"Oh, all right."
"What are you doing here, anyway?" Amara asked, suddenly a bit self-conscious.
"I thought I saw you come here, so I came to see if you were okay. You were going way over the speed limit, and it looked like you were in trouble." He paused for a moment, his face concerned. "Are you all right, Amara?"
"I'm fine." Her voice was clipped. She hated it when people showed concern for her. It showed that the person was weak. He cringed, just like Michelle, when he heard the tone in her voice. But he didn't step back, or walk away.
"For some reason, I don't believe you." He reached over to her, and he brushed a hair behind her ear. "You may think you are tough, but I see your weakness." She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't work. He moved closer to her, and he kept his hand lightly on her cheek. She sucked in a deep breath when she saw him bend his head down, and kiss her.
She felt like she was on fire, but she was cold. His kiss made her feel like she was dying, but she was just being born. Like she was everything and nothing he ever needed. It lasted for a couple of minutes, and when they separated, Amara felt like she was leaving something vitally important to her well being behind.
She looked beyond him, and saw another person. It was Cleanne, although she seemed paler, and more sickly than she had when they first met. She saw tears sparkling in her vivid green eyes, and Cleanne turned and ran.
Daniel hadn't seemed to notice that Cleanne had followed him here, and he didn't turn around to see her. In fact, he didn't even seem to notice that Amara wasn't paying attention to him anymore.
"Amara?" She turned her face back to him, and she gave him a smile. "Are you all right? Is something bothering you?" Amara shook her head.
"No, I'm fine." Amara leaned her head against Daniel's broad chest.
"That's good." He pushed her away from him a step, and he kissed her again. This time, she felt his power in the kiss, the passion he had. She never wanted to let him go, but she knew, in the way that Cleanne had looked, that he could never really love her.
Orion fell to the bench next to the pond, her body shaking with each sob that escaped her throat. She had woken up from a deep slumber that, for once, wasn't filled with pain. She immediately went down to find Daniel. She had missed him while she was feeling sick, and she wanted to see how things were doing.
But when she found him, she was shocked to see Amara in his arms. She had felt the stab of pain again, but only this was one that stabbed her heart. And it hurt more than any of the pangs of pain that she had felt while she was sick.
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Amara lay in her bed, her eyes refusing to close. She kept on seeing Daniel's face, and feeling Daniel's lips against hers. She wanted to see him again, but she didn't know when she could. She didn't know where he lived, and he never gave the inclination that he wanted to see her again.
She sighed, and got up. Her thin body looked like it was blown up in her overly-large red and white plaid pajamas, and her hair looked like a tornado had blown through it. She ran a hand through it, and changed her shirt to a plain white t-shirt.
Amara walked quietly out of the apartment, trying hard not to wake the sleeping form of Michelle. She slipped into her motorcycle outfit, making sure that her clothes underneath were not bulked in any place, and she got on her motorcycle. She revved up the engine, and zoomed out onto the empty streets.
She focused all of her energy on riding as fast as she could, and for a while it seemed to work. But she soon heard a different engine behind her, and her mind soon focused on losing this person. She sped around a corner, not seeing that the person following her had set up a blockade of other motorcyclists all across the road, and she crashed into them.
She found herself surrounded by a group of heavily-muscled men, all studded leather and metal collars. She gasped when one of them yanked off her helmet.
"Well, what do we have here? Hey guys! Look! It's a little girlie!" The man who held her helmet dropped it, and grabbed her arms so tight that she couldn't move. "We were expecting to beat up some guy tonight for our kicks, but it seems that we might get them they way we please instead." The guy started to laugh, and then he fell to the ground. Amara tried to turn her head to see who had gotten the guy, but her head wouldn't turn far enough.
"Only jerks and losers beat up girls for their kicks. And from the looks of it, all of you are both of those terms." Amara tried to identify the voice, but she had never heard it before. The men all moved away from her, except for the man holding her arms.
"And who are you, pretty boy? Are you going to try and rescue little girlie, here? I don't believe she wants to be rescued by a wimp like you. So run along, son, you don't belong here." The one holding her said. She struggled a little, and his grip on her tightened, and a hand went to her throat. She felt a cold blade pressed to the artery in her neck, and she ceased her struggling. She was good at hand-to-hand fighting, but she was no match for a big guy with a blade at her neck.
"Oh, I'm not your son, and I'm no pretty boy. I am your worst nightmare." The voice had become icy. She soon heard the sound of grunts and groans of fighting, and she thought of just one man fighting all of these huge men. She shivered, and the blade was pressed closer to her.
"Don't try to get away, honey. Otherwise you'll find yourself six feet under and encased in wood. Got it?" The man holding her whispered. Amara gave a little nod, not letting her fear show. She felt the blade still at her neck, and for a moment she thought that the artery in her neck had been pushed out, for she could feel its warmth pulse against the coldness of the blade.
She started to feel the blade loosen, then drop. She was able to turn her head enough to see that the man holding her had started to fall to the ground, a welt growing on the back of his head. She pulled herself out of his grasp, and fell to the ground, finally noticing that someone had tied her feet together. She tried to untie the knot, but she was soon stopped.
She saw a shadow fall across her, and she started to look up. She couldn't see the face, there was a light behind his head and it only outlined his shape, and it didn't allow her to see his features. She saw him bend down with a blade in his hand, and she turned her face so she wouldn't see it coming at her. But what happened next shocked Amara.
"I'm not going to hurt you, miss." He whispered. She felt the blade cut through the ropes at her ankles, and she looked at the man who was in front of her now, studying her neck. "It looks like he put the blade a little too close right there." He touched it lightly, and Amara moved away.
"Who are you?" Amara demanded. She tried to make herself icy against this guy, but she couldn't feel much but gratitude for him. She saw him reach in his pocket, and pull out a cloth. He looked around, and dipped the cloth in a puddle of water.
"I am called Mark. It was me they were after, [Yeah, that seems to be a running theme in this story. They had challenged him to a race that night so that they could ambush him (which he knew about) because they were mad about the fact that he beat all of them in a tournament.] and I'm truly sorry that you had to meet them first." He took the wet corner of the cloth, and dabbed it on her neck. "I followed you as fast as I could, but you were about a mile ahead of me, and you were going a lot faster than what I allow myself to go." He held out his hand. "Please accept my apology? I did not think that anybody rode during the night, and I didn't think that anyone would end up being the victim of something that wasn't meant for them." Amara looked him over, and was surprised to see that he was also hurt. She saw a blood stain on his shoulder, and his hands were already starting to bruise.
"All right." Amara took his hand, and he helped her up. She moved too fast, and almost fell forward, but he caught her.
"Whoa there! That was a fast one." He chuckled, and she smiled.