You know the NA episode "Bad Hair Day" where Malachite has one of
Sailor Moon's hairs and tried to match it up? Mina's hair just
*happens* to match because Serena's hair got on her by mistake?
Well, that just struck me as odd. Having never seen the original
Japanese episode (and being less than fluent in Japanese anyway) I
have *no* idea if the original hair was Minako's or Usagi's. It
makes more sense with it being Minako's, ne? I mean, they're *both*
blonde, so how can the Dark Kingdom tell whose it is *anyway*? My
solution? Write a fanfic! So here ya go:
by Fushigi Kismet
I summoned the strand of gold to twine about my fingers, showing
it to Beryl as I explained my plan. She appeared skeptical, but that
was just as well, the only other thing she *ever* was consisted of
being furious enough to perform some . . . hasty actions. Such as
when she had imprisoned Jadeite in eternal sleep or . . . killed
Zoisite, my lover.
That was a bone of contention that still rankled. I had loved
Zoisite . . . still loved him, but I hid my loss well. That was the
only way to stay alive in the Dark Kingdom. NEVER let your true
emotions show. There are more than enough minions ready to jump on
you and rip out your throat at the least sign of weakness or chance
at promotion. Here, backstabbing ruled supreme. You learned very
early on when you made the Dark Kingdom your home, to never *ever*
let down your guard. That was offering yourself up as a sacrifice.
That got messy.
So anyway, I was outlining my plan to Beryl, who eventually
approved it and dismissed me to go initiate it. Prince Endymion
watched me the whole time and smirked.
I hated that. I wanted . . . to hate him. But I couldn't. I
couldn't! Somewhere, far back in my mind, I knew - had always
known - that my loyalty did not lie with Beryl, but with Endymion, my
prince. It had been a bond forged long ago, in blood and war and
tears. Yet, still I wanted to hate him, but that other part of me
stopped me and I satisfied the hating urge by insulting him and
arguing with him whenever possible.
He hated *me* and let me know that whenever he could, but no
matter how much I tried, I couldn't bring myself to so much as lay a
hand on him. That was probably for the best as Beryl (I had long ago
ceased to think of her as Queen) would have been . . . upset. It was
no secret that she lusted after him and had attempted to get him to
share her bed, but the part of him that still resisted his
brainwashing had refused. Flatly. And so the denizens of the Dark
Kingdom were stuck with an irate Queen and a smugly supercilious Dark
King. And me. There was always me, the despondent one.
I longed for so much, for escape from Beryl, for the feel of the
sunlight on my skin, for companionship . . . but most of all, for
love. I hungered for love. That was what had driven me to this
latest of schemes.
The truth of the matter was . . . the golden hair I had found did
*not* belong to Sailor Moon. It belonged to . . . a blue-eyed,
sweet-faced, golden-haired goddess of love. Love that I craved.
Love that I needed. Her love.
I had remembered. I do not know when I knew for certain the first
time or when I noticed her for what she truly was. Perhaps it was
the first instant that I laid eyes on her, outlined on the rooftop, a
white cat at her side. Perhaps I knew her then as she broke through
the forcefield I had constructed around the Senshi.
I do not think she knew me as she insulted me, but I knew her.
Oh, now I am just coming to realize that I knew her from the start.
How could I not? I think, though, that as our eyes met, something
flashed through hers. Recognition? I cannot be certain.
Still, now I know her. I remember. I remember the anguish in her
eyes as I betrayed her for the first time. The tears she shed upon
my death . . . so long ago, and yet, so fresh in my memory. I
remember the feeling of her lips on mine, her body in my arms, the
warmth in her eyes, the scent of her hair. Her hair, oh God, it was
her hair that I held. This was my one, last, desperate ploy to
escape the darkness that had all but consumed me. There was no other
way. I would find her, and I would reveal my true identity to her.
I was Kunzite, her lover.
Maybe, just maybe, she could find it within herself to love me
back. I no longer cared about Beryl or the Dark Kingdom. All I
wanted was to be safe and secure in her arms. All I wanted was to
feel her love and know that I was loved.
And so . . . I twined the strand of shining gold tighter around my
hand and 'ported to Earth. This piece of her that I held in my hand
. . . this was my last chance.
Later, I returned, my illusions shattered. I had done no more
than catch a glimpse of her. She . . . how could she love me? She
was all that was good and pure. I had no place in her life. I did
not deserve her.
I belonged here in the dark dank places where all vermin scurried
off to. I had taken my last chance . . . and lost it.