Remember
Part: 9
By: Loralei Fairhill
Rated: PG-13 (violence violence violence! And some 
language . . . )
Genre: AR (Or a very very confused and mixed up Sailor 
Moon R/Stars/First Season!)


Special note: This was DONE about a month and 1/2
ago. Why wasn't it out, you ask? Well, when the trilithon scene
comes, I wanted a Latin translation. So I had my friend who's 
really good in Latin write it for me. Unfortunately, she goes to
boarding school now, and I can't bug her like I normally would
if she were home. She had it done, but kept forgetting to send it 
to me. As far as I know she's forgotten still, because I haven't 
gotten an email back from her about it. Gomen nasai minna-san,
forgive me? In any case, well, the Latin's not there. *sigh* 

All right, then. Here we go. . . . Another chapter of 
this story for your reading pleasure! As I haven't worked on 
it for ages, you'll forgive any mistakes I make, right? And 
if the style has changed any at all, I'm really sorry. I tried 
my hardest, truly I did! Plus, now there should be only 
one more chapter left to write, which excites me more than it 
should. ^^; Anyways, enjoy! And if you liked it, or if you 
didn't, email me (please, no flames, though, they're NOT 
constructive, I don't like em): 

Loralei1300@aol.com

Mucho thankies, minna-san! ^_^

Disclaimer: ^^; There are such things as round (RR), long (LL) 
and oval (RL) shmoos. Riiiight, and I own Sailor Moon. *face faults*

Additional Comments: This is dedicated to my French teacher who
passed away due to heart complications on Sunday 12/10/00. He is
greatly missed by my whole community, and wherever he is, he should
know: JE ME SOUVIENS TOUJOURS. *sniff* *sniff* *sigh* *wipes
teardrop away*



Mamoru's eyes shot open suddenly and he sat up, surveying his 
surroundings, trying to figure out where he was. Finally, it started 
to make sense to him; the lush, green grass, the tall, strong trees, 
the beautiful butterflies, the atmosphere of serenity; he was in Elysion.
'If I am in Elysion . . .' he though slowly, 'and I took Usako 
here to heal her. . . .' He looked around again, but didn't see her. 
'Then just where the hell is she?'
As if in answer to his rhetorical question, he saw a bright light 
glimmering and flashing as it made its way towards him. 
He heard it yell, "Do not worry, my prince, she is fine. She is 
well. Do not worry!" as it grew larger and took on Elios' human form.
"Elios!" Mamoru exclaimed. "You're sure? Where is she? 
_How_ is she? Can I see her? Could you take me to her? What's 
the matter with her? I must know," he finished breathlessly. 
Elios placed a hand on Mamoru's back as he tried to keep 
from laughing. "Really, it is all right, my prince. I promise you, 
she is doing well. And yes, you may see her soon, but now I
would like you to follow me. I have something to show you." 
With that, he looked expectantly at Mamoru before turning 
and walking swiftly toward the edge of the forest. His white 
uniform swished slightly in his wake.
Mamoru followed, stopping only to glance cautiously 
over his shoulder. A tiny voice inside him whispered that 
something was wrong, that something was very off about the 
whole venture. Try as he might, he could not ignore the feeling 
that the voice was right. There was a certain air of deceit about 
Elysion, and he didn't feel as much at peace as he remembered 
being in the past. Still, he hurried after Elios and redoubled 
his effort to get rid of any doubts about the place he loved. 
Finally, they reached the boundary of the woods. Mamoru 
looked around again, vainly trying to push the apprehensive 
feeling of approaching evil he had to the back of his mind.
Elios turned and looked at Mamoru, and although Mamoru did 
not want to believe what he saw, he thought that Elios' eyes 
were turning coal black instead of their usual saffron. He glanced
about and found that they had stopped in the midst of a group 
of great stones lined up to form a ring: huge, colossal trilithons 
watching him with what he thought to be wicked intent. 
"Baka," he chastised himself in a whisper, "stones aren't 
evil. You're imagining things again!" 
Elios turned around at the sound of his voice, and even 
though Mamoru thought he hadn't heard, responded to his 
remark. "That is where you are wrong, prince. The stones do 
possess a great evil. That is why I brought you here."
Mamoru's jaw dropped and his ocean-colored eyes regarded 
the other man with an incredulous stare. "Just what are you trying 
to tell me, Elios?" he questioned. Then, suddenly, a light bulb 
went off in his mind. "Or are you even really Elios?" he asked 
warily. 
The white-blond man laughed. "Do not be foolish. Of 
course I am he!" 
Mamoru looked at him skeptically.
"You do not believe me, do you?" Elios asked. 
Mamoru merely shook his head "no" in reply. 
"Well, then, perhaps I should never have helped you in the 
first place. I can see that you are not even remotely grateful for 
the gifts I have bestowed upon you, not to mention healing
your princess. Truly, you should be thankful, and not resentful 
of me, Mamoru."
"What did you just call me?" Mamoru asked. The man who 
called himself Elios had slipped and instead of referring to him 
as "prince" said his real name. "Who are you really? And where 
is my Usako?" 
At Mamoru's words, Elios turned around. He skirted the 
perimeter of the circle three times and called out in a strange 
language the phrase, "Open the gates and pour out the night!" 
(Which, somehow, Mamoru understood, much to his surprise.) 
When he finished, he faced Mamoru once more. The latter's 
deep blue eyes grew wide in surprise; the man who formerly 
looked like his friend and servant Elios was a complete mirror
image of himself. 
His breath caught in his throat as he let out a choked cry 
of great surprise. "Elios?" he mouthed silently. 
The man in front of him only responded by laughing 
insanely, however. His coal-black eyes flashed venomously and 
burned an eerie shade of red. "No, prince," he sneered. "Or should I
say, Mamoru? I am Set. Such a pleasure to make your acquaintance." 
He bowed to the other man mockingly. "But now I'm afraid I'll 
have to kill you." Set advanced slowly in Mamoru's direction,
his body twisting and writhing until he crumpled to the ground 
and the heap of Elios' clothes was all that remained. Mamoru 
took tentative steps forward, warily eyeing the pile of garments,
until he could reach out a foot and shove it to the side. But 
before he could do so, a hissing sound started coming from 
inside the clothes. Mamoru jumped back just in time to see a 
cobra slithering in his direction, its head reared in a charging 
position, its hood out and ready to strike and kill.
"Kuso!" was all Mamoru had time to yell before he turned 
and tried to run. Unfortunately, his feet seemed glued to the 
spot on which he stood. He tugged at the ground beneath him, 
trying to wrench his legs free of their immovable position. 
The snake advanced towards him slowly, weaving its head back 
and forth in a hypnotic manor. He knew that if he looked just 
once, he would be powerless to free himself from the trance 
that the swaying motion of the cobra's head would put him 
in. And in that fallen state, he would surely perish.
His effort to free himself was failing quickly. If someone 
didn't interfere with Set's plans immediately, he would die.
A scream came from somewhere behind him, and he 
heard a voice yell, "I will _not_ allow you to hurt him! In 
the name of the moon, I will punish you! Moon Frisbee!" A 
golden light whizzed by Mamoru's head and cut into the snake, 
lopping of the end of its tail, and making it yowl in pain. "I've 
had enough of your trickery, Set!" she growled as the snake 
morphed back into the villain she was addressing, minus a 
large piece of his black cape (AN: remember, his original 
costume was exactly like Tuxedo Kamen's?). "And trying to 
hurt my prince is the last evil you will ever commit!" 
"Nani?!" Mamoru turned his head in surprise and 
looked at Usagi. Or someone who looked very much 
like her. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something 
was missing from her costume, not to mention that 
something seemed to be all wrong in the situation. _He_ 
should have been saving _her_, not vice versa.
"Sssso, the little girl thinksss she can outwit me!" Set 
barked, the remnants of his snake transformation still 
wearing off (he was still hissing like one). "I'd like to 
ssssee you try! Your powerssss are no match for mine. 
I control the universsse, the cosmossss! And to think, it wassss
you who sssset me free . . . you, a mere child!" He laughed 
insanely, then advanced slowly on the fuku-wearing heroine 
and Mamoru. In his hands he held a crackling ball of energy 
and seemed prepared to loose it at any given moment.
Sailor Moon quickly jumped in front of him as the 
energy hurtled towards them, obviously trying to 
protect him from Set, but he pushed her forcefully out 
of the way and took the brunt of the attack. It crushed 
his arm against his side, so it dangled uselessly at a 
horrifying angle. He groaned in pain and fell to his knees. 
Sailor Moon seemed to draw on an intangible 
energy at the sight of his injury, and she threw her tiara 
again, managing to slice Set's shoulder so that his arm, 
too, was of no help to him.
"Damn you!" he screamed in anger, and charged 
forward, not thinking that Mamoru could get to his feet 
again as fast as he managed to and jump in between the 
two to protect Sailor Moon. As he did so, he swiftly 
conjured a rose, and when Set's body slammed into his, the
steel-tipped point slid easily through his tuxedo and into 
his stomach.
The villain's mouth parted in an "o" of surprise as the 
object punctured his skin and drove on through his body, 
burying itself to the sepals of the blossom. He fumbled 
blindly with his good hand, trying to remove it, but 
somehow couldn't reach out to find it. It was as though he 
had been somehow paralyzed by a sort of power that the 
rose held over him.
Mamoru stepped back in horror as his watched his 
enemy writhe in the agony of a certain death. He dragged 
Sailor Moon's defiant form further away behind him as 
he retreated from the sickening sight of Set's death.
"Morgana!" he called out suddenly from his kneeling 
position on the ground. "Love, where are you?" 
A lightning bolt shot through the ever darkening sky. 
The clouds gathered together as the lightning flashed again. 
In its wake appeared the villainess. She looked around 
worriedly, then, seeing Set, rushed to his side.
"What have you done?" she seethed in rage. "Why 
is he hurt? Who conjured this rose?" she screeched shrilly as 
she knelt down beside her beloved and twisted the rose out 
of his stomach. Set could only moan in agony as a response.
Mamoru turned to Sailor Moon and mouthed "go." But 
she shook her head.
"I can help you fight. We were strong together once, 
we could be that way again," she said firmly.
"Iie," he disagreed. "You're wrong. We were never 
strong together."
Her eyes searched his, disbelieving. "Nani? Demo . . . we 
were _invincible_!" she cried despairingly.
He looked at Morgana, who was cradling Set's head 
in her lap, soothing his groaning, knowing all the while 
that it was Mamoru who had killed him. He knew she was 
only biding her time, that once her love was dead, she would 
have only her revenge to live for, and she would deal with
him swiftly. It would be over, he would join his Usako, and 
then. . . .
"Why do you deny me?" Sailor Moon wailed. "How can 
you say such an awful thing? I am your eternal love!"
Mamoru stared at her, brow furrowed. She was trying 
his patience. "Little girl, there is no way that you could be 
my love. You're too young. _My_ Sailor Moon hasn't used 
her tiara attack in years. _My_ Sailor Moon also has a 
different colored fuku, and a locket that contains the
powerful Ginzuishou. You are a child. You are. . . ." His eyes 
widened as Sailor Moon's expression changed from injured 
to something akin to that of a servant's reverent gaze at his or
her master. "You are . . . not who I think you are!"
She smiled a little then, knowing he was so close to 
guessing her true identity.
"You are Elios!" Mamoru exclaimed triumphantly. Sailor 
Moon's attire faded away into the white uniform that the 
High Priest of Elysion normally wore, and her face melted 
into his. Amazed, jaw gaping, Mamoru watched as her 
gold-spun hair disappeared into thin air and Elios' white, 
straight strands replaced it. The transformation complete, he 
knelt before his "prince."
"I but await your orders, Prince," he stated simply.
Unfortunately Mamoru had no chance to give them, for 
in the time it took Elios to reveal his true identity, Set's spirit 
had separated from his body and the bereft Morgana who 
cradled his corpse yearned for revenge. She set him gently 
down, resting his head on a pillow of cushiony green grass, 
and stood to face her enemies: Mamoru and Elios. Their 
destiny, in her point of view, was to die for their crime 
against her beloved.
She only had time to scream once before the attack 
that came from behind the two men hit her, only had but a 
moment to curse them all before she fell in a heap on top of 
her love, a small trickle of vagrant blood forming and 
falling from her lips.
Neither of the two remaining needed to turn around to 
know who it was that finished off the villainess. It was all 
too obvious who had returned to protect them, and it was 
very clear how it had been done.
Mamoru smiled at Elios, and thanked him before turning 
to the stranger that stood masked by the tall shadows falling 
in cobwebs of darkness from the ring of trilithons.



Ooooo! Who IS that stranger? Betcha wanna know what happens 
next! Hehehe Well, when the next chapter comes out, you will! 
Just know that this is one of my MAJOR priorities right now. 
This and "Stairway to Heaven" I want to finish hopefully by 
February because I have so many other stories I want to 
concentrate on. New projects, old projects, the "Meadowlark" story 
that people seem to really enjoy. . . . Just remember, your comments, 
questions, criticisms, etc. help me so much! If you want to see 
something, wonder why I did something, are annoyed because I 
don't get chapters out fast enough, PLEASE email me! My inbox 
is so lonely. . . . ehehehehe ^^;

Loralei1300@aol.com