None had entered the chamber save one for 25,000 years, a massive chamber with a circular indentation shimmering in the centre.  Pluto was watching the time-gate, the slowly rippling surface scintillating light over the pillars and markings of her bedroom.  The room was covered in thick quilts and overstuffed pillows, from wall to wall an unmistakable place for rest and relaxation.  Pluto needed the comfort as it was coming up to the 25,000 anniversary of Serenity’s fall and her permanent post as Guardian of the Gates of Time.  It was a solitary life, one which she often despised but knew she had to go on, if not for her Queen than for the future and the belief that she might see _him_ again.

The shadow of the lithe senshi of Pluto was cast across the far wall in this subspace dimension outside the flow of time, covering the entrance of a male figure cutting his way through the wards and spells she had erected over the thousands of years.  The figure was quiet, never staying in one place for too long and hardly making a sound beside the whisper of his feet against the cold marble floor.  He’d been waiting for them for a long time and bit back a cry of happiness for finally having this chance.  He withdrew his weapon as she gazed over the amorphous puddle that was time and crept closer.

Suddenly her time staff whizzed by his head, clipping a few strands of hair from his bangs.  He parried her blow, forcing her back towards her canopied mattress his smile glowing in the all-encompassing darkness.  Gritting her teeth from the force of the blow, Pluto slashed across her assailant’s chest with the sharp edge of her steel, the metal emitting a horrific sheering sound of nails on a chalkboard.  Her teeth clenched in irritation as the assailant leapt away.

“You’ve got to do better than that…” His voice flowed from the darkness, both all around her and not around her at all, devoid of emotion or inflection.  Almost an ethereal technological sound.  [He must be using a scrambler…] She thought as the stranger swung again with his silver sword.  She moved her staff horizontal to her body, stabbing out at the illuminated outline of her attacker, the red garnet orb atop it glowing crimson in close proximity to the time-gate.  Then it was stopped…

…By the Cosmic Xenosol.  It’s bearer smiling sweetly at his childhood friend and lover.  She contemplated fainting.  “…To defeat the one who taught you how to fight.”  He lowered the sword, its blade swallowed by the amorphous shadow of its master.  He pulled the voice splitter away from his face.  “It’s been too long Puu-chan.”

“Is it…you?”  Shock was imprinted across her face, then tears came to her eyes as the one whom she loved and thought long dead returned looking handsomer than before.  “Honto-chan?  You’re…really you!”  She screamed and threw her arms around him, tackling him to the bed, the dark purple sheets sinking further into the mattress.  Hands encircled her slim waist, their callused sweaty palms adhering themselves to her tight nightgown.  She felt pinpricks of pleasure race up her body from the warmth of his hands, she had been cold for so, so long.  She straddled his chest and broke their kiss, raiser her head so that long tresses of her emerald hair lightly brushed his cheeks.  Pluto smiled seductively as she saw his reaction, she’d been waiting for this opportunity for years, the opportunity to see him again.  She had to feel him, smell him, and see his body to make the mirage fully real in her eyes.

She kissed him reverently, sloppily open-mouthed as she arched her back, rubbing various interesting parts of her anatomy against his body.  Smiling lasciviously, her shadow loomed above him as she tore open his uniform dress shirt and ran her cool hands over his warm, taut, chest.  “You may still kiss just as well, but let’s see if you can do _other things_ just as well.”  She trailed a soft hand down the front of his pants, relishing his moans, rediscovering a love from 25,000 years hence.  She was overcome by the thousands of years of celibacy, she had the object of her long years of masturbatory passions in her…ahem…grasp and wasn’t going to let him go no matter the opposition he showed.  Damn it!  She deserved this after so long!

His breathing was ragged. “Puu-chan.  Stop.”  Her lips sought his again.

“My, my, Honto-chan!  It seems your reincarnation left you some rather _large_, _extra_ benefits!”  He blanched as she twiddled in his pants.  He yanked her hands out and held her wrists outstretched.  “W-what are you doing?  I always thought you liked it when I was aggressive!”  She pouted at him, kneeling on the edge of the bed.  Her mind a whirling dervish of memories and desires, remembrances of their first time came flooding back at once.

His face was somber.  “I need to know who and where the outers are.”  He kissed her ear, his tongue caressing its lobe, gradually moving further down as his hands worked at the juncture of her thighs.  “Reincarnated names if possible.”  He lapped the sweet sweat from her neck, sniffing the perfumed skin.  His hands began moving faster, kneading the flesh of her inner thigh, driving her to near climax simply due to the feel of his rough hands on her skin.

“Y-you know I can’t do that unless a cosmic emergency is declared,” although there had not been a cosmic leader since the fall of the Moon Kingdom.  If the King and Queen should ever fall then the rite of succession passes to the eldest daughter, then son, etc.  If the entire immediate royal family has perished, the mantle of leadership falls to the commander of the royal Trigan guard.  The bearer of the Cosmic Xenosol and wearer of the might of Marduk.

After so many millennia of solitude and duty, finally the Kami blessed her with true love once again.  Not knowing how she had survived with her sanity intact for so many years, the loneliness, stillness, it threatened to drive her mad!  Always watching, never participating, waiting for the day her post could be abandoned, her duty forgotten.  Now he was here, alive and much _bigger_ than before, willing to indulge her solitary urges.  She could wait just a little longer.

“As acting leader of this cosmos, I declare this an emergency of the highest level.”

“Even for the Ruler of the Cosmos I cannot break my promise to the Queen.  I still cannot give you the names of the outer senshi.”  Pluto whimpered as his hands brushed the sensitive inner folds of her sex once more, neither touching nor ignoring she could feel his fingers on the threshold.  The wishy-washy touching was driving her to distraction, she needed release and she needed it now!

“I thought not.  I thought I’d give it a try anyway.  It doesn’t really matter anyway because I’m sure you know I could just find them myself in any case.”  He began to message her inner thigh again.  “One of the Dark Kami is going to awaken soon, sooner than we expected when we designed her prison.  Metallia will soon be free due to Beryl’s interference.  It’s possible the others are already free.”

“The Dark Kami?”

“The Dark Kami.”  The air took a colder temperature at the mere mention of the beings responsible for the downfall of the Moon Kingdom.  True Metallia was just one, but she was a rarity among the Dark Kami, in this case an especially weak one at that.  Without the corruption of Altaecia and Junpei Metallia would never have defeated Queen Serenity; however, that did not mean that she didn’t have powers of her own.  The only other Dark Kami known to her was Seitak Ieu’Kinochi, who stayed at the farthest realms of the cosmos. “Things are different now, I’ll need your help along with Saturn’s power to defeat Metallia and Beryl.”

Beryl, one of their own slaughtered them all.  A trusted confidant switched sides because of the allure of power and killed her friends, her lover, their husband.  She sobered, looking with tearing eyes at Honturi.  Finally the floodgates opened and the tears began to fall.  Like the crushing weight of a freight train, the years of death and destruction flooded back to her.  The Moon Kingdom’s massacre became vividly clear as she cried in his arms, colleagues dying in pools of blood, others blown apart leaving nothing to bury.  Seeing the Queen fall from the crystal palace.

He had been born Divus Honturi, heir to a dukedom on Pluto and brother to the House of Serenity.  His family owned a vast estate on the outskirts of Tartarus with a magnificent view of the river Styx.  It being a loosely populated area, he had become friends with the neighboring lord’s daughter, Persephone, a relationship that rapidly gained momentum until blossoming into forbidden love.  The stars had shone brightly on the night they chose to consummate their love, it was the festival of Thanatos, first colonist of Pluto, and fireworks soon illuminated their activities to their respective families.  Years past with little contact between them, both had long since reached the age of consent and were free to wed.

They didn’t.  It was two months after her twentieth birthday that she was named the Senshi of Time, a crushing blow to their already straining relationship.  Time was stretching short for the young lovers and tensions ran high.  At the end of six months they parted on amicable terms.  It was around this time that the Trigan guard contacted him.  It was during the years in-between his twentieth and thirtieth that he tempered his powers, achieving an energy reading rivaling that of the Queen.

He knew she kept her feelings bottled up, stewing and simmering for thousands of years, now she was letting it all out.  He sensed that leaving now might compromise her already tenuous grasp on reality.  “Shhhh…it’s alright now.”  He rocked her in his arms, sobs wracking her frame.  “I’m here now Puu-chan…you’ll be alright.”  He raised her head with a thumb, his lips instantly locking with hers.  Tears fell from her eyes as she closed her lids, rolling down her creamy cheeks as he stroked her silky green hair.  “I can’t stay forever, but I can stay for today.”

“T-thank you…Honto-chan.”  Tears dried and faded, slipping to his shoulder.  Hands rough from struggle and the road gently encircled the straps to her gown, letting it fall to the floor in a shimmering waterfall of ebony.  Her slim fingers with their delicate nails undid the clasp to his Trigan Guard uniform, letting the jacket fall to her bed.

“You do know that the other senshi will know about me…the marriage.  Things might turn out as they were before.”  He unbuttoned his white formal shirt.

“I know…but I just want you to myself, just for a little bit.”

[Where have a heard that before?]

---Five in the evening, Juuban High School Gymnasium---

“So where’s this hot instructor?”  Usagi bounced around the heavily padded mats, completely oblivious to the incredulous stares from the remaining senshi.  “W-what are you looking at me like that for?  I was asleep alright?”  Rei groaned, a massive vein pulsing under her forehead.

“The class is about to begin anyway so you’ll meet him then.”  An unfamiliar voice spoke from her right.  “He’s sorta handsome if that’s your thing, but he’s at least three years older than all of us, you guys don’t have a chance.”  Haruka and Michiru sat by the bleachers, garbed in off-white sienna gis.  Even if neither of them ‘went that way’ neither could dispute there were strange vibes from the instructor; vibes that aroused them even as he was a man and gave an overwhelming feeling of femininity to his aura.

“I didn’t notice you there before, my name’s Usagi, this is Rei, Minako, Makoto, and the nerdy one is Ami.”

“Hey!  I’m not nerdy!  I prefer to be called intellectually inclined!”  Ami sat in the lotus position next to Makoto.  A slightly tight gi adorning her frame.  “I hope this doesn’t tear while we are practicing.”

“Don’t worry about the gi, we probably won’t start real katas today and the name’s Haruka.  This is my friend Michiru.”  The aqua-haired girl next to her nodded.

“Nice to meet you.”  She noticed Makoto’s deliberative position.  “What’s wrong?”

Broken from her daze, Makoto glanced at the group of her friends staring at her.  “I’m just worried about whether of not he’ll remember me…”  Makoto placed a finger to her cheek, her expression downcast.  Rei was still deliberating on whether to tell her comrades about Honturi or not.  “…sempai…”  That slight whisper, coupled with the nostalgic air in her voice aroused more than suspicion in her fellow senshi.

“WHAT!?!”  The girls exclaimed, shaking  Makoto’s shoulders as they shouted.  “He’s your old sempai!?!”

“Uh…yes.”

“HOW!?!”  Their inquiries were cut short as the young man in question strode to the centre, bleached white gi hanging open at the chest exposing sleek, tan flesh to the giggling gaggle of girls garbed in gis around him.  He bowed to the class staring back at them until they bowed in return.

“Let us begin…”

---Love Hotel ‘Omega’---

Amethyst lay on her back next to the fat old man and sucked his energy in through her pores.  As humans were generally weak and tired after sex, they wouldn’t notice a few short sucks of life in the throes of passion.  If anything, the men would leave after the best lay of their lives and only a few quarts low, hardly noticeable and so safe that she had no guards keeping watch outside of the Sailor Senshi.  The thin sheet rubbed against her nipples as the man snored away and her pretty face twisted into a grimace, wishing that Honturi was there to help in this little endeavor.

How many days had in been since she landed with a female contingent of youma and set up shop?  When would her husband arrive, when would the illustrious General Magnetite make his grand entrance.  She almost wetted herself in anticipation.

Amethyst left the fat fool to his rest and made sure to tell her lieutenant to change him extra for his prolonged stay.  She strode through the stark white halls of their base clad only in a short dressing gown reaching to mid-thigh.  Everywhere came the sounds of passion echoing through the hallway; she took a small measure of pride in her commanding skills.

[That blue-skinned bitch!  She keeps Honturi all to herself most times he’s at the citadel and purposely never tells me he’s arrived.  That self-indulgent trollop!]  She had no patience for her ‘Queen’ and secretly planned for the day she could usurp the throe of fall into Metallia’s good graces.  With a shock of chocolate brown hair framing a heart-shaped face, a thin regal nose, burning red eyes and a supermodel’s figure, Amethyst had most of the Generals fawning over her, all but the one she so desperately wanted.  Sure, sure, the two of them would meet when Beryl was absorbed with Metallia and have their short conjugal visits, but what she really wanted was power over her hated rival.  After all, wasn’t that the reason she joined Metallia’s ranks?

Ordering another youma to drain the next customer, Amethyst sashayed into the living quarters and went to sleep fantasizing of Honturi and the times before the fall of the Moon Kingdom.

---6:30 p.m., Juuban High School Gymnasium---

“I don’t understand why we have to wait here, I mean all he’s doing is teaching klutzes like Usagi basic katas.”  Rei and Makoto sat next to Haruka and Michiru on the stands as the beginners followed Ranma’s instructions.  At the beginning of class he had asked those that had previous martial arts training to step aside and let the beginning class catch up.  As such, the senshi were broken into two groups.

“Alright now, practice those three until the end of class.  If you have any questions I’ll be around awhile after class.”  Ranma strode over to the assembled girls lounging on the bleachers, his step fluid and graceful.  Makoto tried hiding behind Rei, enraging the black-haired girl even more as her long chestnut ponytail tickled the back of her neck.

“Hey Ranma-sensei!  Someone wants to talk to you!”  Rei yanked hard on Makoto’s ponytail, shoving her forward into Ranma’s arms.  With a yelp of surprise, Mako-chan fell forward into her sempai’s arms.  His chest sure was hard…

“Mako-chan?  Is that you?”  He chuckled a bit at the universal irony of his situation, here he was doing this as a ruse while the senshi all gathered towards him, somehow it would figure that Makoto Kino would be the Senshi of Jupiter.  “It’s been a good two years!  How have you been?”  He’d told Puu-chan he could find the senshi himself and look who he runs into!

She looked down at the azure mats under their feet.  “I-I’ve been…g-good.  I’ve b-been practicing the move y-you taught me…”  A crimson blush, easily as red as the bow on Sailor Mars’ outfit flashed across her face.  This he found interesting.

“Really?  I’d love to see it!”  Ranma remembered the day he taught her that.  She had been twelve and completely enamoured with him to say the least, he had been practicing outside for a change when she’d appeared asking him to train her.  Of course he hadn’t taught her anything too dangerous, just enough for self-defense, the move had been a basic Anything-Goes stance coupled with a aerial flip and snap-kick to the opponent’s solar plexus.  It required intense skill and targeting to hit just the right place.

“Y-you do?  Really?”  Makoto shakily got to her feet, taking an Anything-Goes stance as Ranma stood in front of her, an eager practice dummy.  Breath came hot from her lungs, cool air rushing in to cool and calm her battered nerves, remembering the basic instructions for the maneuver she breathed out forcefully, the unwritten cue for the match to begin.  She hoped to show how she’d improved, hoped to show off for her sempai.  He nodded to her, a serious mask hiding his interest at the display, and proceeded to throw a weak punch at her side.

The results were instantaneous. Makoto dodged nimbly to his right, grasping his forearm and using it as a springboard to propel her over his height, waiting for him to turn before lashing out with a right-handed chop to his chest, one that was deflected just as it hit his clothing.  [Damn he’s fast!  I’ve gotta hit him fast!]  She lashed out with a flurry of punches aimed to all his vital points, feeling them all impact soft flesh.  As her attack ended she felt a growing numbness in her hands, gazing down at them she found the kanji for ‘slow’ gently pressed into the flesh of her digits.  Looking back up in awe at the skill her sempai showed, she was greeted by a Cheshire grin as he waggled a finger at her.

“The beginning was good, very good in fact, but your follow up is poor.  You must learn to never underestimate your opponent, you thought that because I was so well defended that a fast flurry of hits would immobilize me.”  He stepped closer to her, the classmates around her dispersing as he dismissed them for the night, feeling the heat of her exertions radiate off her body.  “Let me demonstrate why.”  He raised both hands rather innocently before striking with the Katsu Tenshin Amaguriken at the pressure points lining her arms and neck.  As he finished the demonstration Haruka and Michiru thought he’d done nothing, his hands hadn’t even moved, then Makoto’s arms went limp and her neck locked.  “Do you see?”

“Hai, sempai, I have much to learn.”  She couldn’t move her torso, everything was numb from her chin to her waist, it was her waist, however, that was really feeling the sensation of his hands touching her.  “Could you…um…unlock me now?”  She looked a little nervous, knowing Ranma’s bizarre idea of what was good for training.

“I don’t think so, all I did was make your body think it was ten times heavier, if you can move any part of your torso, then I’ll unlock you.”  He stepped away, beginning to assess the skill levels of Haruka and Rei.  Makoto sighed heavily then began the endless task of moving a muscle.

Michiru, meanwhile, still had the feeling that Ranma was hiding something, he just seemed so odd.  But in a familiar way.  Perhaps they knew each other in a past life, she joked.  Anyway, those dreams she’d been having were both disturbing and strangely sensual, even if they were with a guy.

She sighed, if only men like that existed.

Far above, on the topmost level of the bleachers, Setsuna Meiou sat and watched her love practice his art, the gentle movements of his body and the care with which he instructed the children.  Little did he know it, she thought offhand, but the senshi are almost all underneath his nose.  She pulled the jacket a little tighter around her shoulders and returned to her meditations.  Yes, Nodoka Saotome would be in for a devil of a surprise!