Post by TitanCybermon on Nov 9, 2003 20:30:47 GMT -5
Hello all, this is a story I wrote for an extra credit project in English class. It was pretty horribly written, so today I got really bored and decided to re-write it and I wanted you guys to give me your feedback on it. Okay? Okay. Now this takes place in an alternate universe. AU!! AU!! Okay, I don’t want you people sending me flames because this is gonna be slightly different because I am telling you right now! THIS IS AN AU SAILOR MOON BASED STORY! Now, in order for you to get some of it, you need to just pretend the Sailor Scouts are male, and basically my story goes on exactly the same, right after Super S, except I replace the female characters with male characters. So if you have done your homework on a book I call common sense, you will know that that means that there are no scouts from Sailor Moon in here, because the Males are them in a sense.
Now for the disclaimer. I DO NOT OWN SAILOR MOON YOU DAMN LEGAL NERDS! This is a Fan Fiction F-A-N F-I-C-T-I-O-N keywords fan+fiction. I am a fan, so thus I make fiction. Get it? Thought so. Now we will commence with the story and by the way, the sailors are referred to as Soldiers, not scouts, it just sounds better for males. And please, I urge you if you like this please R&R “The Legacy of the Phoenix”, I consider that my best work. [towards the end anyway]
Enjoy ^-^
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Chapter 1: The Premonition
Darkness prevailed. After years of trying to conquer what many refer to as the light, darkness finally prevailed. He loved that feeling. The feeling of a rush in adrenaline as he would stare down at those who used to deny him, that almost orgasmic sense of victory that was rightfully his--what wasn’t to love.
A throne could be seen. Positioned with a lustful coating of darkness and gray. A black silhouette could be seen now. Poised on the seat, comfortable yet confident, except...it wasn’t exactly one figure anymore, it seemed to be more than that, or at least that is what its aura implied. The figure seemed familiar, yet different at the same time...sort of like your grandmother in a bikini, the familiar figure, face and warmth, yet some new-wonton--vital energy shrouded around it.
It’s face could not be seen, not enough light, but there was something that needed to be seen. Or maybe ‘seen’ wasn’t the right word...he could feel himself getting closer to it---it’s warmth increased. All of the sudden, the throne seemed much bigger than it really was, or how it had appeared to him from afar. He could almost reach the figure, it seemed to give off a little more features, it had a muscular body, powerful and its loins and figure seemed to give off a ‘glow’ rather. But he didn’t care about its body, he wasn’t intimidated by it in the slightest, he just needed to see its face...if he could just see his face, maybe he wouldn’t sweat so much anymore, maybe his heart would stop pounding in his ears, he didn’t know...his curiosity and need to learn was almost a lust now, he needed to know what that figure was--what did it look like.
He finally was feet from the beast, he thought, he thought of it as a beast now because--there simply was nothing else to call it. It was too large and strong to be a human, and too human shaped to be an animal. He was starting to see its face. It had five of them. However, to his liking, the creature seemed to refrain itself from attacking as he got closer to it. He was inches away now. His lusts could finally be fed.
He moved one inch closer. Nothing happened.
Another inch. Silence.
He could feel himself centimeters away from its faces, he had already found himself on its lap, peering upwards at its many skulls and teeth, ‘why not one more‘, he thought. He could feel its breath brushing briskly against his white flesh. He was taken aback.
Now for the disclaimer. I DO NOT OWN SAILOR MOON YOU DAMN LEGAL NERDS! This is a Fan Fiction F-A-N F-I-C-T-I-O-N keywords fan+fiction. I am a fan, so thus I make fiction. Get it? Thought so. Now we will commence with the story and by the way, the sailors are referred to as Soldiers, not scouts, it just sounds better for males. And please, I urge you if you like this please R&R “The Legacy of the Phoenix”, I consider that my best work. [towards the end anyway]
Enjoy ^-^
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 1: The Premonition
Darkness prevailed. After years of trying to conquer what many refer to as the light, darkness finally prevailed. He loved that feeling. The feeling of a rush in adrenaline as he would stare down at those who used to deny him, that almost orgasmic sense of victory that was rightfully his--what wasn’t to love.
A throne could be seen. Positioned with a lustful coating of darkness and gray. A black silhouette could be seen now. Poised on the seat, comfortable yet confident, except...it wasn’t exactly one figure anymore, it seemed to be more than that, or at least that is what its aura implied. The figure seemed familiar, yet different at the same time...sort of like your grandmother in a bikini, the familiar figure, face and warmth, yet some new-wonton--vital energy shrouded around it.
It’s face could not be seen, not enough light, but there was something that needed to be seen. Or maybe ‘seen’ wasn’t the right word...he could feel himself getting closer to it---it’s warmth increased. All of the sudden, the throne seemed much bigger than it really was, or how it had appeared to him from afar. He could almost reach the figure, it seemed to give off a little more features, it had a muscular body, powerful and its loins and figure seemed to give off a ‘glow’ rather. But he didn’t care about its body, he wasn’t intimidated by it in the slightest, he just needed to see its face...if he could just see his face, maybe he wouldn’t sweat so much anymore, maybe his heart would stop pounding in his ears, he didn’t know...his curiosity and need to learn was almost a lust now, he needed to know what that figure was--what did it look like.
He finally was feet from the beast, he thought, he thought of it as a beast now because--there simply was nothing else to call it. It was too large and strong to be a human, and too human shaped to be an animal. He was starting to see its face. It had five of them. However, to his liking, the creature seemed to refrain itself from attacking as he got closer to it. He was inches away now. His lusts could finally be fed.
He moved one inch closer. Nothing happened.
Another inch. Silence.
He could feel himself centimeters away from its faces, he had already found himself on its lap, peering upwards at its many skulls and teeth, ‘why not one more‘, he thought. He could feel its breath brushing briskly against his white flesh. He was taken aback.
