PG13 History Will Not Repeat Itself Part Eight: Relations by:Shell Presto Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or any affiliated characters, Naoko Takeuchi does. I'm just borrowing them to keep the tale of an Earth prince and his Moon princess alive. Glossary: nani (what), hentai (pervert) "HENTAI!!!!" It was the only word ringing through his head as he groggily opened his eyes. The haze over his brain was thick from sleep, and it took him a moment to realize what was happening. "HOW COULD YOU!! I CAN'T BELIEVE...." Usagi was fuming, though most of her words were lost to Endymion, who simply stared at her from under the covers. The blonde was looming over him from the bedside, with a look that could lay waste the entire population of the Earth. "JUST WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!?!!?" He didn't move his head from the pillow. "Doin' wha, Usak...?" he moaned softly. "JUST WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME LAST NIGHT?!?!" "Lassssst.... nigh...... You.... No.... Sere...." He closed his eyes once again, and opened them with new focus. Regaining his concentration, he answered her (with a still very ragged voice), "You became Sere... the princess.... after you went to leave the park. She took care of me last night. What's so wrong about that?" Usagi couldn't believe her ears. "I'll say TOOK CARE OF! Took care of WHAT??" "You're not making any sense... Why are you so mad?" "Because of THIS!!" she said, whipping all the blankets off of Endymion's form. "You're NAKED!" she yelled, pointing at him in disgust. "My clothes rematerialize when I become normal again, but I don't know what you and the princess did! This is MY body, Endymion! You had NO right to..." He couldn't help himself as he began to chuckle. His cocky demeanor always made her mad, but now she was furious. Before she could go into her theatrics, Endymion cut her off. "I'm naked because I was sick. Sere put me in a cold bath to cool my temperature, I wasn't well enough to dress myself," he explained as he covered himself with a blanket, all the while smiling. Then he became very serious. "I wouldn't do anything to your body against your will....." He was going to continue, but found he had nothing more to say. He had wanted to spend the night romancing his princess, but he was stopped. He couldn't deny the facts. He would have taken advantage of Usagi's body because his love had inhabited it. Usagi, on the other hand, was very quiet. She was ashamed of how she had acted, and of her false accusations. It upset her so much that her eyes began to cloud. "No!" Endymion commanded, urgency in his voice. Usagi looked at him as he bolted to her side, his body covered only by a sheet. "Don't cry," he said in a soft tone. His eyes narrowed, and he calmed, drying her eyes with part of the sheet. "Sorry, if I startled you. I don't like seeing you cry. It gets to me.... I....." She stared at his chest. His chest was tighter than Mamoru's, slightly more muscular. She couldn't pull her eyes from his chest. "I have to go," Usagi stated. Quietly, she turned her gaze to the door. "You always do this." "Nani?" "Leave. You shouldn't leave yet," he told her. She looked at him in curiousity, with what seemed like sadness or pity in her eyes. Mamoru didn't like the look, but he couldn't hide the fact that he was lonely. "Please, at least stay for breakfast. I don't know how to cook for myself." It was true. It also got her to stay. They ate cold cereal in silence, occasionally exchanging awkward glances when they dared pry their eyes off their bowls. Neither could think of anything to say to the other. They weren't even sure they liked the other's company. The situation certainly wasn't comfortable. Usagi's mind was still intent on leaving, quickly, and she devoured her breakfast in a flash and stood to excuse herself. Realizing she was about to leave, he stood up just as fast, bumping the table and knocking his cereal to the floor. The dish shattered and milk ran across the floor. He'd never been so embarassed in his whole life than in this era. Then again, he couldn't figure out just how he had gotten so clumsy with the transition. Not knowing what to say, he simply watched to milk roll into the grooves of the tile. That is, until he noticed Usagi's hand come into view, holding a towel and cleaning the floor. He just watched, and noticed her slow, almost reluctant, movements. He didn't even want to think about the word, alone. It was an awful word. Endymion had never truly been alone before. Whether it was with servants, his guardians, or Serenity, he always had someone to care for him. Even if there was no one around, he could always feel Serenity, or even the Earth. However, all that was cut off from him now, he couldn't even sense his love trapped in the body before him. All he had was a young girl whom he didn't know reminding him of what he couldn't have yet wanted. It sent a shiver down his spine, and the cold milk and tile beneath his bare feet became apparent. Then the towel quickly sopped up the milk off the bottom of his pants leg, and he knew they were both suffering. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, not sure whom he was apologizing to or for what reason. Usagi didn't answer. She placed the towel in the sink, not sure of where it should go, and walked out of the room without a word. Endymion felt an instant yearning, like his heart was breaking. He could tell by her actions that she felt the same. And through it all, he didn't want to be alone. He caught up with her as she opened the door to leave. "Usagi!" "Na... nani?" she replied weakly. He almost appeared flustered. "I just thought... that is... Mamoru... His parents should know about this, know about me. I should... meet them? Maybe?" Endymion's parents loved him dearly up until Metallia corrupted them. He remembered the bond between them and the love they shared, a love he could use right about now. Someone who could teach and tolerate him. Perhaps Mamoru's parents would be so understanding, and love him just as much. After all, though Mamoru was not a part of Endymion, Endymion was a part of Mamoru. "Maybe you could help me contact them?" he requested hesitantly. Usagi swallowed hard. Endymion was having a hard enough time, she didn't want to respond. There wasn't much of a choice. "Ma... Mamo-chan... Mamo-chan's parents died a long time ago. I don't know who took care of him, if anyone did. I only know that he lived alone." She tilted her head to the side and stared at the wall from the corner of her eye. She didn't want to see the look of despair on Endymion's face. She didn't want to see it because she knew that if she did, she would stay with him, and her heart just couldn't take that. Not having anything more to say, she turned and left silently, the only sound in the hallway that of her feet dragging. Endymion opened his mouth to call her back, but found the lump in his throat blocking any words that would reach her. His body fell against the side of the tiny hallway. He didn't know how he could possibly want someone so close to him and at the same time want them to leave forever. After all, Usagi loved Mamoru, and not by any means him. Endymion felt his heart breaking with the fact. The back of his head hit the wall with a dull echo resounding from the impact. He stared at the ceiling, letting silent tears rolls down his face and neck as they pleased. His breathing grew heavy and slow. At some point his breathing stopped completely, only to be forced to restart when his chest protested in agony. He moved his feet to walk to his bedroom, only to discover they would not move. Shifting his weight, he fell to the floor. His mind was blurred in confusion. He wanted to know why this happened, and, more importantly, how he was supposed to cope. He scolded himself for acting so juvenile, but found that his digust with himself brought more disappointment, and tears. Endymion laid on his side, holding his legs to his chest like an unborn child, crying until sleep found him. Chirping awakened him. He smiled as he opened his eyes to view the small grey bird singing so cheerfully to him in his depression. It was staring at him, not even inches from his nose, and he laughed. "Good morning to you, too, or mourning, as it is for me," he chuckled, though the weight of depression still dulled his voice. The bird then began to voice a different tune, one that filled Endymion with concern. "Your home?" he questioned, comprehending a language that no other human living could understand. "Your nest is in that tree... along with others'....." Endymion studied the bird who had flown into his apartment. It was so kind and gentle. The bird was innocent and undeserving of its cruel fate, to have its home taken away. More than that, it came to him, whom it reguarded to be its king, someone able to help. How could he disappoint a creature with such belief in him? He had a duty to fulfill. "You, and all whom lived in that tree, may reside here with me. Go tell them I welcome them all." Astounded by such generousity, the bird flew like lightning to give the good news to the others. Endymion smiled, having finally found a purpose, albeit a small one, for living in such a world. After a long, content silence, he rose to his feet. To be continued in the next part.... There ya go! Yet another part of History for your enjoyment, with another coming up. Though I've only gotten one email for this story in the past month or more! What's up?? Is anyone out there reading?? If so, I'd like to know. ( mangetsu@email.com ) If your wondering why it's important to email me, it's cos I would like to know if you are enjoying the story. If no one does, I will often write something else in the meantime (for example, And So It Goes was written and completed before this series). Please let me know, people!! I don't like wasting my time! 'Til next time, I remain... -Shell Presto http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Bridge/3542/index.htm *Exclusive fanfics *Illustrations for my works *A Mamoru Shrine Stop by, my site loves company!! ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com