Hungry Eyes
Author: Patch
E-mail: patchkhan1@hotmail.com
	 kittiekat90@yahoo.com
Rated: PG

Hello everyone! I'd like you to meet Jo-Bob... :B
Jo-Bob: Hyuck hyuck
*Sweatdrop* He doesn't really say much except
that, but he's Lelu's and my mascot. Don't ask, it's
better not to.
Anyhoo, just wanted to give a hug and a thanx to
Loralei for nominating me at Aimee and Angela's
site, Moonlit Eclipse. Had me taken by surprise,
she did. ^_^ Don't think I'll win but it's the thought
that counts, ne? Now go read her shtuff and nag her
to write more of "A Stairway to Heaven." ^_~
Oh and this is my Mamo-day fic, just to let y'all
know. *Sighs* Wish I had him but I'll have to settle
for a Mamo-chan cookie instead. Which reminds me,
Megs and Lelu, thank you so much for pre-reading
this. Huggles to you both.
Enjoy reading!
Patch.

Insert Standard Disclaimer Here.

	His eyes followed her around the
ballroom. Her every move was being watched...
by him. She was just such a sight. A sight so
beautiful it made his heart race. A sight for sore
eyes, he thought wryly. What a cliche.
	But it was true, he thought seriously.
This girl on the other side of the vast ballroom
had caught his eye from the very beginning and
he couldn't help but notice her liveliness, her
sweetness, and her innocence. Such innocence.
	The chandelier lights caused her
golden hair to glow, giving her an almost
ethereal look. Her face was flushed, he could
see it from here. Her eyes were bright, her lips
lush and full. The dress she wore fit her snugly,
hugging her slim waist and then falling down
gently over her legs.
	And the irony of it all... he knew her.
Oh yes, he knew her quite well. She was
Tsukino Usagi, 'supposed' former love, now
enemy... Sailor Moon.
	He, Prince Endymion had a mission.
To destroy her, take the ginzuishou and report
back to his Queen, Beryl. No questions asked,
no feelings, and no unnecessary emotions.
	He smirked as he raised his
champagne glass in a silent and mock toast to
the beauty in front of him. He remembered
their last 'meeting' when she had tried to
reason with him... convince him of their
thousand year love.
	What rubbish and he had told her
so, instantly noting how the light in her eyes
had died out. A pang of some unknown emotion
squeezed his gut but he viciously ignored it
now as he had then, not wanting to know what
it was.
	He raised his glass to take a drink
and as he swallowed the cool liquid, his eyes
continued to thoughtfully watch her as she
walked around.
	Through some investigating he had
found out her family had been invited to this
ball and had procured his own invitation. He
had realized she was alone here, the other
Senshi had apparently not been invited for
they were no where in sight.
	All the easier for him.
	He watched then, with a raised
eyebrow, as she graciously accepted a young
man's offer to dance, flirting as if it were
second nature to her.
	His heart missed a beat at the same
time his eyes narrowed. Hadn't she, just a few
days ago, sobbed tearfully, begging him not to
join the 'other side'. Was it all just a farce? An
act to put down his defenses? What kind of
game was she playing, vowing her eternal love
to him one night and then dancing with a
stranger the next?
	Jealousy.
	The word shot through his brain in
a lightening flash, almost startling him.
	"What the hell...?" he mumbled,
straightening against the wall he had been
leaning against. Jealousy? Jealous of what? Of
that man who was now whirling her around the
room, making her laugh breathlessly? He
jealous? It was a thing to be scoffed at, he
thought darkly.
	But he wasn't feeling any kind of
amusement right now as he watched Usagi whirl
around with the brown haired man who had a
foolish smile on his face. One he wouldn't mind
wiping off.
	Again he started at such a thought and
then slowly looked down in amazement to see
that his hand had fisted against the wall. Of all
the things... what kind of reaction was this?? He
looked back up sharply, his bangs falling across
his confused eyes.
	"Sir, would you like another drink?"
	His eyes focused on the waiter in front
of him and he nearly gasped. His former General...
Jaedite... was looking at him, a concerned look on
his face. No, it couldn't be! He shook his head
quickly and when he focused his gaze again, the
waiter was gone.
	He had had too much to drink. It was
the only logical explanation he could come up
with. He was probably seeing things. He shook
himself mentally and got back to the work at
hand.
	His eyes searched the room until they
finally fell upon the one he was ordered to
destroy. She was now dancing with another man
and again his troubled blue eyes narrowed when
he saw how the man gripped Usagi. That hand of
his was squeezing her waist a little too tightly.
	The man had no right to do such a thing.
She was young, no where near his age. She
probably didn't even see the lustful look on the
fool's face. But what did he care? he suddenly told
himself roughly. Let her learn the hard way... but
his eyes still remained sharp.
	Possession.
	Kami, another word that flashed
across his mind. He, possessive? Just because
another man was holding his 'supposed' love? It
was absurd, he was not one to be possessive,
especially for a girl who had thrown her tiara
at him when they were fighting.
	A pounding headache was beginning
to form in his temple, and he rubbed his forehead
and then pushed back his unruly hair. The pain
was not subsiding he realized, and he nearly
growled in frustration. He did not need this sort
of distraction from his mission.
	"Hey buddy, you feeling alright?"
	He turned his head to the left and nearly
lost his balance. Long, dark brown wavy hair,
surrounded a face so familiar he knew he had
paled. His former General... Nephrite... was he
really standing here, his expression worried.
Worried? His headache increased tenfold and
he pressed the bridge of his nose, closing his
eyes.
	When he opened them again, the man
was gone leaving him completely bewildered.
He was hallucinating; someone must have spiked
the drinks.
	He leaned against the wall once more.
His eyes traveled over the guests and he finally
found the one he was looking for. Usagi was
now off of the dance floor and she was talking to
a woman who appeared to be slightly older than
her. They appeared to be in deep conversation
and he saw Usagi shake her head slowly,
her smile sad as she mouthed a 'no'. The other
woman looked surprised and then began talking
excitedly.
	What had caused that smile to suddenly
lose its gaiety? He was most curious to know
what that woman had asked. Maybe she had asked
if Usagi had a boyfriend? It was very possible.
Was Usagi now thinking of him?
	He suddenly remembered the look of her
face when he had told her, rather Sailor Moon, that
Beryl was the only one who was on his side. She
had looked as though she had been betrayed.
	By him? Impossible. He had done nothing
wrong... maybe injure a few of her
friends here and there in his mission to get to her.
But something continued to tug at his heart, even
now, as he watched her with this other woman.
	His eyes then took on a group of young
men standing close by. He recognized one of them
as the second man who had danced with Usagi. They
were all holding champagne glasses and he instantly
knew some of them had imbibed a bit too much...
including that second man. And their gazes kept
wandering over the two women across from them...
one of them the one the had been watching so
carefully...
	Fear.
	No, he could never feel such a word!
He was not fearful of anything! Fearful of nothing
and fearful for no one... except... Usagi. No! She
meant nothing to him, absolutely nothing. He could
not be feeling any concern for her. As he had
thought before, let her learn the hard way. He had
been worry-free when he had entered this ball
and he would leave worry- free!
	These emotions that were welling up
inside of him were disconcerting and unsettling.
He wasn't supposed to feel this way! Especially
not over *her*! The inner logic of his mind was
yelling at him, his loyalty lay to the Dark
Kingdom... and here he was feeling *something*
for the enemy!
	"Hors d'oeuvres, sir?"
	He glanced over at the waiter
standing to the right of him. He looked at the
shiny silver tray filled with little appetizers and
then let his eyes travel up. His hand grabbed the
wall for support as his eyes met the sky-blue
ones of a third GeneralÉ Zoicite.
	Sweat broke out on his forehead and his
mouth went dry all too quickly. He reached up a
hand to wipe away the beads of perspiration and
by the time his hand was at his side again, the
waiter was gone. Vanished...
	"Kami-samaÉ" he whispered. He was
feeling completely lost. It was as though he was
some kind of string puppet in some twisted show
he had no control over. No control whatsoever...
	He made a mental note to demand
answers when he returned to his Queen... once he
had killed Sailor Moon.
	He shook his head quickly, as if to get
rid of any thoughts. He had to concentrate on the
sole reason he had come. To eliminate Sailor
Moon once and for all so that the Dark Kingdom
could succeed in coming to its full glory.
	It would happen!
	He made up his mind at that moment.
She had to be gotten rid of. Tonight. One way or
another he would not leave this night
unsuccessful. His blood sang at the thought of
committing *some* sort of evil tonight. And to
be the one to claim such a deed, it was enough
to get his mind off of the past occurrences of
this night. They were only distractions after all.
	He once again began to watch the
girl and noticed that the other woman she was
with was now gesturing towards a particular
direction. He followed those hands and saw
that they pointed towards the group of young
men. When they saw that they were being
talked about, they all raised their glasses in a
salute causing the older woman to blush and
laugh.
	They were all drunken fools, he
thought roughly.
	He saw that the other men were
nudging and shoving the young man who had
been Usagi's second dance partner jokingly,
nodding their heads towards her direction.
Then Usagi and the other woman joined
them and it seemed as though the woman
was introducing Usagi to that man.
	His eyes began to shoot angry
sparks as he saw the man bow gallantly
over Usagi's outstretched hand and give it
a kiss. The group erupted in laughter while
she clearly looked ill at ease.
	The man then lead Usagi away
from the group, looking over his shoulder
at the group who winked and laughed some
more.
	Where was the man taking her?
They could not be leaving just yet; he could
not be escorting her home. No, he was
taking her on the dance floor again, he
realized with relief. She would not evade
him, he would make sure of it.
	He put his glass on the tray of a
passing waiter and then leaned his shoulders
against the wall, crossing his arms. As the
band started another song he thought back to
the first few times that he had had the
pleasure of fighting her. Those first times
when she didn't know who he was, she
would call him 'Mamo-chan'. It would
always catch him off guard.
	Mamo-chan. A shortened version
of Mamoru, he supposed. He snorted at the
meaning. Protector. Her protector,
specifically. So he was this beauty's
protector? What foolishness. But as he
watched her dance away and smile and
laugh, he felt something clog his throat.
	Love.
	That one sent him reeling. He
wanted to sink to the floor and cover his
head with his hands. He... love her? His
number one enemy? It was unheard of and
illogical. He was immune to feeling any
sort of tender emotion... especially towards
the one who had cried so pitifully in front
of him in their last battle.
	No, that word... it was foreign
to him! It fit nowhere in his mission to
serve his liege, his Queen. He was allied
to no one else except those from the Dark
Kingdom and love meant being joined to
someone fully and completely. It was not
a word that fit him at all. He was alone
and he would remain alone, it was his
choice.
	"Are you sure about that?"
	A deep voice jerked him from his
thoughts and he automatically straightened his
shoulders.
	"Excuse me?" he asked
incredulously, not believing what he had just
heard. He looked over to his left... and
immediately wished he hadn't.
	Silver-white hair fell shoulder
length and framed a strong, tanned face.
Piercing gray eyes stared intently... not
at him... but at Usagi.
	"K-Kunzite?" he whispered weakly,
his heart skipping beats at the sight if his
former first-in-command.
	In response, the man neither
affirmed nor denied the name. Instead he
continued to stare in the direction of Usagi.
"She's beautiful isn't she? An angel come to
save us all."
	"What?!" He was having trouble
comprehending. Nothing was making sense, he
wanted to go back... go back to what? Back
home... but where was home? All these
thoughts, they were driving him mad!
	He looked up again and inhaled
sharply. Those oh so familiar gray eyes were
now focused on him.
	"I have faith in her... and you."
	And with that the tall man swiftly
turned around and walked away, disappearing
into the crowds of people.
	"No... wait..."
	But it was too late. As much as he
could see, there was not a sign of that silver
hair. The man was gone... just like all the others.
	He drew in a shaky breath. He
thought the evil coursing his veins should have
kept him strong but he felt like a mewling kitten
at the moment. It was frustrating and he needed
to vent the anger that was now unfurling within
him.
	And he knew exactly what to focus it
on. The music stopped and the band started up
another song but Usagi and her dance partner
were leaving the dance floor. And they weren't
stopping there. They were heading for one of the
many balconies.
	He straightened away from the wall,
prepared to follow them. He brushed off his
tuxedo with an air of casualness but as he took
one step forward, Usagi turned her head and in
that moment their eyes met.
	He froze and in a second, so much
passed between them that he was left
confounded. The air around him thickened
considerably and he took a deep breath before
slowly walking forward.
	She must have done it, he thought
accusingly. His Generals... they were long dead
because of *her*. She had killed them, with no
justification. That much he knew already. But
now he knew she was the one responsible for
these 'cameo' appearances of his most trusted
advisors.
	She had put up these.... these
holograms to confuse him and put him in a
weak state. It was the only explanation and as
he walked to the balcony, his anger slowly
grew, rising with each step. She would pay
for such trickery.
	When he reached the entrance to
the balcony, he saw what he had expected all
along. The man had apparently overstepped
his bounds for Usagi was talking in a raised
voice and pushing him away from her.
	He grew furious at the man. He was
an unnecessary obstacle in his mission to get to
Usagi.
	"Leave us," he said coldly, making
his presence known. The man simply looked
at him, astonished upon seeing him standing
there.
	"And why should I?" the man
asked stubbornly.
	"Because you will suffer *my*
consequences if you don't."
	The man took the threat as being real
and left the balcony quickly, not sparing a
glance back.
	He turned back to Usagi, who had
taken a defensive stance, her hand clutching a
round locket.
	"Finally I have you alone, Sailor
Moon." He saw her pale face and laughed
mockingly. "I take it you weren't expecting an
appearance from me? No Senshi to back you up
this time."
	At that Usagi looked startled and then
suddenly laughed, surprising him completely. And
then to his further amazement, she stopped
laughing just as suddenly as she had begun and
her eyes narrowed at him.
	"I knew you were here," she said
furiously. "I could *feel* your presence near me
from the very first time I descended those
ballroom stairs and instantly I was alert. I had
so many opportunities to call and have the
Senshi here, but I chose not to," she said airily
and then continued, looking at him with a
pointed look. "It was up to you to make the first
move, *I* was just waiting, *Prince*
Endymion."
	"You'll pay with your life this night!"
he yelled angrily and rushed towards her but she
ducked at the last moment and jumped to the
side.
	"Moon Prism Po-!"
	Her henshin words were immediately
halted when he grabbed her raised wrist.
	"No!" she cried frantically, struggling
to free herself.
	He smiled and wrapped his other arm
around her waist and then pushed her against the
balcony railing.
	"Drop it," he said and to emphasize
her words he put pressure on her wrist.
	"No!"
	She tried to kick him but he had her
effectively blocked and in retaliation he pressed
her wrist harder and watched in triumph as the
locket fell from her hand and then drop like a
stone to the ground below.
	He saw her turn her head to watch it
fall in complete horror and then turn back to
him, her eyes terror-stricken.
	"Whatever will you do Sailor Moon...
or is it now just Usagi?"
	She licked her lips and he could see
the near defeat in her eyes. But there was
something else there. Something he had seen too
much of in the first night they had fought.
	"Mamo-chan..."
	The word escaped unbidden from her
lips, whispered and filled with so much hurt and
pain. His eyes cleared suddenly of any rage and
widened at the name. She had called him
Protector again. At a time like this she had called
him a name that was more of an endearment.
Even when he was about to... kill... her...
	Everything from the night came
tumbling back. The four words... Jealousy...
Possession... Fear... Love... they hit him head
on like a two ton truck. The faces of his
Generals... his friends... whirled around his
mind and he instantly knew some greater Power
had sent them... not Usagi.
	Not Usako...
	He looked skywards and with an
agonized voice, whispered, "Beryl forgive me,"
and in the next instant his lips had claimed hers.
	The fingers that had held her wrist so
punishingly, now laced with hers tenderly as he
brought their hands down. She stood still
beneath him and he could feel her shock... her
absolute shock.
	He let his lips move in a soft
exploration over hers and even though his mind
knew he would pay for such treachery later on,
his heart felt overjoyed when she finally began
to respond.
	He brought her closer to him, pulling
her away from the uncomfortable position he
had pushed her too and he did his best to savor
this moment... this all too short and precious
moment.
	He kissed her again and again and
then before he could give her one more kiss, a
sudden pain struck him and he moved away
abruptly, breaking the contact.
	He looked at her with bewildered
eyes, not understanding the sudden jolt of
pressure in his head.
	"Usa..." he reached out a hand
towards her but was stopped by another searing
pain. He saw her smile sadly and then reach up
a hand to touch his face.
	"You have to go. They want you
back but I promise you, I will get you back
Mamo-chan. I swear it, it will be my gift to
you to bring you back," she finished hoarsely.
	What was this gift? He touched her
hand with his own and tried to speak but no
sound came out. He looked down and found
himself disappearing... fast! He shook his head
wildly, not ready to leave but something was
pulling him... it was the darkness. It was
coming back for him...
	"I love you Mamo-chan. I promise
I'll save you..."
	And the last coherent thought of his...
	I love you too.
	And then there was nothing but the
evil.

~*~*The End*~*~
*Nervous laughter* Soooo you guys like?
*Sees frying pan flying through the air* Okay
okay! Bad ending I know!!! Sequel, you say?
*Evil grin* I don't know, maybe if I *feel*
like it... I mean the ending is funky as it is,
ne? Well, tell me what you think! I'd luv to
hear from ya!
Bye!
Patch:-)(-: