Warning: THIS IS AN ALTERNITIVE FANFIC. THIS MEANS THAT READING IT COULD
BE HAZERDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH.  USERS HAVE MOST OFTEN REPORTED NASIA,
AND PLAIN FEELING OF DISGUST WHILE READING.  AND, _NO_ IT'S NOT A HENTAI!

-you have been warned....

        However, while not a hentai, this contains certain themes that
diehard Mamoru/Usagi lovers will _not_ like.  It's told by one of my own
personal
favorite bad guys, D- oh well.  You'll find out soon enough!  Thanks go to
James Champagne, for his wonderfully uplifting comments on TUiD, thanx
James!  And also to Jewels for writing about TUiD and Faerie Queen.
Thanks a bunch!  You are wonderful!
        Also, I hope to have Chapter 1 of FQ out soon, if not this
week then next.  Sorry for the wait!  Write me if ya like, please don't
flame me if ya don't...And also, I don't normally write such dark stuff,
but, hey!  It was in my head so I put it out on to paper...er...keyboard...
This one _shouldn't_ be quite as dark, or, 'warped, depressing, and
just plain evil,' as a certain somebody discribed TUiD.  Hope ya like it,
anyway.

Dimonds and Roses and the Heart of the World

Part One-Intro to Evil
Dremdancer

        Let me say straight off that I should by all rights be dead.  I
 _acutely_ remember dying, and the blast that finished me off.  In due
 time I intend to repay the Wiseman for that.  But not yet.  I have too
 much to do.
        So much to do.  I awoke in a hotel room in Old Tokyo.  I have
 not been here very often, so it was indeed rather disturbing to find
 myself in such straits.  I was fine, not even a scar on me, nothing to
 show of the blast of energy that I had taken for Sailormoon, or any of
 the other, less noticable marks that had appeared on my body during
 the last few days.  Or should I say millinia?  Things were very
 strange indeed.  I had with me only a journal, _my_ journal, although
 I expressly do not remember ever keeping one.  Not since my youth,
 years back.  There were several suits in the closets, and the view was
 nice enough.  There was also a newspaper, crude that, but servicable.
  I skimmed through it, though none of it really mattered to me.  The
 petty squables of countries that in my time were long gone didn't
 really appeal to me.
        I was dressed not in my classic white suit, but in a much less
 diginfied set of jeans, black, and a white dress shirt.  An
 examination in the mirror also revealed that the black moon insignia
 that I had so long worn with pride had also vanished.  I didn't mind
 that one too much.  The Wiseman had betrayed us and our cause, warping
 it into a fanatical crusade for revenge.  Revenging agaist only what
 we did not know nor understand.  It matters little now, however.  I
 will repay Wiseman, and perhaps even change my people's history.  I
 have certainly already changed history.  I am, after all, dead.  Yet I
 find myself in the past, nary a clue as to how I got there.
        Rather confused, I remember sitting in one of the chairs, and
 pulling out the journal.  It identified me as a young german
 millinaire, Moyobishi Hitowa.  Odd name for a German, but it seemed to
 suit me.  The journal went on to explain that my father had been
 Japanise, hence the name.  My looks, however, had come from Mother.
 The white, almost blue hair that I have would look out of place on a
 Japanise person, I suspose.  But then, my love herself had blonde
 hair, and many of her guard have odd shades themselves.  But anyway,
 where was I?  Oh yes.  The journal.  It also told me of a happy
 childhood in West Germany, of living as an exchange student in
 Britian, and even once, the thrilling sight of Sailor V shortly before
 moving to Japan.  Appearently, my parents were killed in an airplane
 crash as it went over the artic, and I had been staying here since.  I
 was only now waiting for my villa to be completed, sans the reason for
 living in a hotel.  A very nice hotel, mind you, but a hotel
 nevertheless.
        The journal may have provided me with personal information, but
 it was the newspaper that changed my (second) life.  There, on page
 three, section C, I saw a picture.  Not a very good one, but
 unmistakable.  Sailormoon.  It was actually in the Arts &
 Entertainment section, about a play, 'Snow White', I believe.  The
 drama had picked up a great deal when a youma attacked and the Sailor
 Senshi had to stop it.  It mentioned a 'Moonlight Knight', a wannabe
 Tuxedo Kamen, I can only assume.  Still, this was something very
 interesting.  I had never heard of a 'Knight', moonlit or otherwise.
 Looking at the picture that was displayed of him was no use.  It was
 by far more grainy then that of my love's had been.  The artical went
 on to say that the Senshi had not been seen since, although there had
 been a few reports of loud noices and bright lights, a typical sign of
 Senshi activity, near Juben Junior High school, and that an old
 abandoned appartment building had been mostly destroyed that selfsame
 week.
        I never was very good at history.  I did, however, know that
 we, we being the Family, had never attacked a school, with the
 exception of one, and that one had not been a Juinor High School, at
 that.  Most curious.  I figuared that I must be sometime in the
 Future, _after_ our attack, though I was not sure of when, precisaly.
  It never even occured to me that I might have been sent to the Past
 instead.  After all, I had just been reincarnated.  Or perhaps not.
 This  'Moyobishi' had been a true person, perhaps even myself in a
 past life.  However, those were not my thoughts as I gathered myself
 up to the window.  It looked so _clean_.  Pure, almost, like the first
 glimpse I had ever had of Crystal Toyko so long ago.  Then again...
        I found a jacket in the closet, and apon checking the pockets
 located several thousand yen, a set of car keys, room key attached,
 and a wallet with the varing essentails, passport, drivers liceance,
 even a pack of gum.  After locking the door I went down the stairs,
 mentally creating a 'pulse' going out five feet in every direction to
 keep any humans from getting close.  After finding my way out I
 remember standing on the sidewalk for a moment, just staring at the
 sceane before me.  There was no hint of our attack.  None.  I could
 recognise a few things, over there, wasn't that Crystal Nuclius?  And
 there- didn't that little girl look familier somehow?  No one looked
 at me oddly as I walked by.  No one seemed to stare back at the man
 who was staring at everything else.  No one cared.  Or if they did,
 they hid it well.  I travelled out of the area that I was in, heading
 closer towards the residentual area.  I don't really know what I was
 expecting to find, to see.  I was rather confused, and even, out of it
 at the time, leaning back on a phone booth that just so happened to be
 there.  I certainly didn't expect to be hit with a young girl, running
 at 75 miles an hour away from one of the apartment complexes.  And I
 never, in either of my lifetimes expected to run into Serenity.
        "Oh, gomen nasia!" she had exclaimed, jumping to her feet and
 bowing slightly.  She had stood tall then, the top of her beautiful
 head barely reaching my shoulders.  I just stared.  she didn't run
 from me, or scream, or even look at me with some form of recognition.
  She just stood there, unshed tears in her eyes, looking as though she
 were about to colapse.  Serenity still managed to susprise me,
 however.  She lifted her head, whispering apologises again, before
 stepping around me and belting off down the street.  Naturally, I
 followed her.
        I found her again in a park of somesort, on a dock facing a
 lake.  She was kneeling, and crying her eyes out.  Hesitantly, I
 walked up behind her, enfolding her in my arms.  She turned, and just
 cried as I held her.  I can't describe how that felt.  So wonderful,
 really.  To hold my dear, sweet, Serenity, and her not being held by
 force of will either!  Willingly.
        At last her tears dwindled, and her sobs were redueced to
 shutters.  It was then, too, that she noticed that someone was holding
 her.  I'll never forget the look that she gave me, one of innocence, a
 slightly guilty blush creeping over her lovely features.  "Gomen,
 again," she whispered.
        I smiled at her.  "Any time you need someone," I told her.  She
 looked at me susprised.  Her eyes...they showered pain, and suffering,
 and also a love, but not one for me.  They did not, however, hold
 fear.  Not of me.  It was almost as though she had never seen me
 before.
        She blushed anew with my scrutiny.  "I'm Tsukino Usagi, and I
 am most pleased to meet you." she said then, looking up at me.
        'Tsukino Usagi?  Odd name.  Her name before Serenity, perhaps?
  We never did find out Sailormoon's Earth name.'  I realised then that
 she expected me to tell her my name as well.  I couldn't very well
 tell her that I was a Prince of the Dark Moon Kingdom, A. she'd never
 believe me, and B. if she did then she'd probably attack me full
 strength.  So I told her the only thing I could, "I'm Moyobishi
 Hitowa.  It's a pleasure to meet you as well." I smiled at her.  If
 she did not know me, then things would be even better.  I fully admit
 that I have not treated my love in the best of ways, having kidnapped
 her twice, and like I said earlier, having used mind conditioning just
 to be able to hold her. "Are you alright?  You know, I saw a cafe up
 the street, would you like to go get something to drink, and tell me
 about it?  Sometimes it helps to get it out..." I trailed off,
 relising that I was being _very_ personal.  She did not seem to mind,
 however. Sere- _Usagi_ gazed out over the lake.  Finally she looked at
 me and smiled.
        "Sure, I'd love to!" Her smile...it lit up the world.  I had
 seen it before to be sure, but never had it been directed to me.  I
 resolved to have it happen more often.
        Standing, Usagi turned to me.  "You know, all my friends are
 busy at Rei's shrine, and Mamo-ch- er... Mamoru-san is off with
 Chibi-Usa." Her eyes hid her pain.
        "Chibi-Usa?" I asked.
        "My, ah, _cousin_.  She looks a bit like me, with the hair
 style.  Pink hair though.  You have to see it to believe it!"
        'Pink hair done like hers?  Has to be the Rabbit.  But what is
 the Rabbit doing here?  I thought that Wiseman had caught her and
 turned her into Black Lady, and also that she was in the Future.  How
 odd.'  Usagi noticed my frown.  "Is something wrong?"
        "Hmm?  No, gomen.  I was just thinking of someone."
        "Oh?  Who?"
        I smiled down at her as we started to walk out of the park.  "A
 young girl that I know by that name."
        "Three Usagis?  And here I've been thinking that my name was
 original all my life..." She smiled at me again.  The day was
 beuatiful.  Warm, with the temperature high.  The sun was shining on
 us, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.  Just a gorgious sapphire
 blue, the shade of Usagi's eyes.  She chattered amilessly as we
 walked, commenting on the varying pedestrians that came our way.
 "Over there, I know her.  See the girl with the short black hair?  She
 goes to my school."   Usagi turned and waved frantically to the child
 in question.  "Hey Himiko-chan!"
        Himiko turned and waved back.  "Konnichi wa, Usagi-chan!
 Beautiful day, ne?"
        "Yeah!" We walked on.  She pointed out certain people, humans
 that I would not have looked twice at, but Usagi spoke of them all as
 though they were the most important people in the world.  I looked
 around as she went over to speak with a young girl, I would say around
 Usagi's age, with red/brown hair, and a rather, ah, geeky looking boy,
 who was latched on to Usagi's friend.  Most of the people out were
 young kids, though there were the occasional Mother's with their
 children.  Over the tops of the trees lining each side of the road I
 could see airplanes flying out of Tokyo International.  A particualier
 woman caught my eye.  Tall, with straight green/black hair, the top
 part of which gathered up into a bun, and reddish eyes that glared at
 me hatefully.  Vaguely, I wondered what I had done to win her hatred.
  Not that it really mattered.  I was happier then I could ever have
 thought myself to be.
        "Bye, Naru-chan, Unimo-kun!" Usagi shouted over the traffic,
 running back towards me.
        "Bye Usagi!" they yelled back.
        She came to a stop beside me, noticing who I was looking at.
 "Who's that?  Old girl friend?" she asked.
        I chuckled at the idea.  "No, never seen her before."  I looked
 over at her.  "Ready for that drink?"

***

        Later, after we had reached the cafe, and Usagi had downed
 three chocolate shakes, she finally seemed ready to talk.  "Well, ya
 see," she began, staring down at her unfinished drink, "I've had a
 really bad day." she smirked slightly.  "Bad _year_ you could say.
 There's this guy, Mamoru, that I really like.  We used to hate each
 other, but then we found out some, ah, _stuff_ about our past, and we
 started to really like each other.  Then something happened, and I
 don't know, we just totally forgot each other, then I remembered, but
 he didn't, and then there was this _other_ girl after him, who was,
 like sooo totally wrong for him, but she's gone now, with her new
 boyfriend, who was after _me_ for a bit, and then Mamoru remembered
 me, and then it was great.  Wonderful, we were soooo happy..." Usagi
 sighed wistfully.  "Then Chibi-Usa came.  That was last week.  And he
 started spending a lot of time with _her_, not with _me_.  I mean,
 she's just a little kid, but I somehow felt, as though she had
 _replaced_ me somehow.  Then today..." she blinked, but couldn't
 keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks.  I wanted nothing more then to
 meet this 'Mamoru' guy and punch him out for hurting _my_ love.
 "Today was the worst.  I don't know.  Today I saw him as he was
 walking home.  I ran up to him to give him a hug, but he brushed me
 off.  He said that we shouldn't see each other anymore.  Then we
 walked away.  I went to go talk to my friends, and they said that he
 had probably just been in a bad mood.  That I should try talking to
 him again.  I went to his apartment, and he told me again that we
 shouldn't see each other, and that he didn't, he didn't.." she trailed
 off, the tears coming a great deal faster now.  I reached over the
 table and held her hand gently.  She gave me a watery smile.  "He said
 he didn't love me anymore." Usagi's voice trailed down to a whisper.
 "That he was tired of letting the Past rule his Future.  Chibi-Usa had
 been there then, too.  She saw the whole thing.  I left, and then ran
down the street.  That's when I crashed into you."
        I sat still, just stroking her hand lightly.  'Chiba?  Gotta
remenber that name...'  Usagi gave me a shakey smile.  "So what about
 you?" she asked in that chrming way of hers.  "Having girlfriend
 troubles?"
        I laughed easily.  "No, actually.  I don't have one right now."
'Not yet, anyways,'
        She looked at me, luminous blue eyes wide open.  "Really?  Then
 you didn't know that green haired woman outside of the park?"
        "Nope.  Not at all."  Which wasn't really true.  The woman
 _had_ looked familier, I knew I had seen her somewhere before.  The
 hard part would be to figure out where, and when, as I was sure that
 it hadn't been in Old Toyko when I had.
        "Really?  Wow." Usagi said, "I thought for sure that she was an
 old girlfriend.  Because of the look." She grinned at me then, "So
 tell me, where are you from?"
        From, where was I from?  Oh yes, "Germany actually.  But my
 father was Japanise, so after they died I came here."
        "Ohhhh.  I'm sorry to hear that.  I'll bet you miss them a
 lot."  I shrugged my shoulders.  What could I say to that?  "Wow.  I
don't know what I would do if my parents died.  I would be so upset!"
 Usagi glanced downward, pulling her hand away and resting them in her
 lap.  She looked so small, so vulnerable.  I wanted nothing more then
 to sweep her off to someplace safe.  And quiet.  And alone.  And-stop
 it!
        She glanced at her watch.  "Oh, I gotta go.  It's getting
 late!"
        I smiled as she gathered up her stuff.  "Don't worry. Oh, and
 if you ever need someone to talk to, give me a call, okay?"
        "That'll be great." She said then, and hastily wrote her own
 phone number down.  "I'll be here, okay?"
        "That will be fine," I smiled at her.  Things were going great.
        "Okay, arigatou, Hitowa-san.  Sayonara!"
        "Sayonara, Usagi-chan." And konnichi wa. She ran out of the
 door, pigtails flying.  I just watched her as she ran.  She was
 beautiful, no doubting it.  This Chiba, who ever he was, was certainly
 a fool for letting her go.
        "Konnichi wa, Demond-san."
        I turned back to face a newcomer.  It was the green haired lady
 from before.  At last I realised who she was.  "Konnichi wa, Pluto."
        She slid into the seat across from me, the one that Usagi had
 so recently vacated.  "What do you think you are doing?  You're
 messing up the timelime."
        I took a sip of my coffee.  "Going on a date, actually.  What
 did it look like?"
        She narrowed her eyes.  "You should not be here."
        "You know, that's tue too.  By all right's I should be dead.
 But I'm not."
        "Why aren't you?"
        I studied her before giving my next answer.   Pluto was not in
 full Senshi regalia.  Instead she wore a dark pink sweater over a
 white shirt.  I could not see her pants, but I would have guessed them
to be green.  "I don't know."
        "Stay away from Usagi.  I'd hate to have to awaken the Outer
 Senshi and have them deal with you."
        I grinned at her.  "Now why would you do that?  After all, you
 don't want the timeline to be messed up, do you?  And they were not
 here then."
        Pluto glared at me.  "I'll do what I'll have to.  Serenity and
 Endymion _must_ be together.  And _you_ should not be interfering."
        I could tell that I'd gotten her mad now.  Whenever Pluto lost
 her cool, which was very rare, one should be warned to be careful.
 You could find yourself aged to dust.  "Pluto, I should be dead.  The
 Wiseman killed me after I dove ahead of Sailormoon to protect her.
 Serenity does not _have_ to be with Endymion, as long as she forms
 Crystal Tokyo, we're set."
        She stood abruptly.  "I need to get back to the Gate.  But, you
 STAY AWAY from her.  She's not for you."  A flash of dark light, and
 Sailorpluto was there.  She waved her Garnet Rod and was gone again.
        What a day.  First I run into the woman I love, and it just so
 happens that she will be Queen, then into Sailorpluto who threatens to
 destroy the timeline to keep me away.  How odd.  I took another sip
 of my coffee and leaned back into my chair.  What a day.

End Part One

I told you that it would be odd.  Of course, most of the stories that
 come from my sick and twisted mind are, but oh well.  The next, (and last)
 part should be be out next week, sorry that this took so long...
I'm not really responsible, this time I have an excuse!  I had teeth
out last Friday, so gomen, I was not thinking of Sailormoon at the time.
This story started as a NA one, but Usagi & Mamo-chan just fit it better.
Dimond should carry with it a lot of plot twists and  camios.  Email me
 with ideas!  Email me with praise!  Email me with anything!  Please?
  Oh, Sailorpluto will play a big part in this, and no, the other senshi
really won't.  Gomen, again.  The title tells it all in this one!
Oh, and please send me stuff for FQ.  I'm having a bad case of writer's
block.
Oh, and I want to say that I have yet to see the end to SMR, so if Demondo's
character is a bit messed up, I'm sorry.  Not intended!
Arigatou!
Dremdancer
Dremdancer@hotmail.com