This originally was going to be a round robin between me and Fabala, but since she can't write Sailor Moon anymore (cant = refuses to lol) I'm going to write it, and have her help me with the storyline, so it doesn't end up being retarded. I hope this turns out far better than some of my previous works, which were all mostly humor.
Serenity stared out at the cold expansive landscape of the earth. She hated it here. All the bright colors and searing sun were giving her a headache. They were doing wonders on her complexion as well. Her hair was turning a soft yellow instead of a silvery white, and her skin was darkening from milky white to a soft peach glow. She missed the moon, missed the warmph of the silverlined landscape. Walking back into her quarters from the balcony, she sighed. What a mess she had gotten into! What was she thinking anyway? Bethrothing herself to someone without even knowing them. She thought she really knew the earth prince, but she had the wrong opinion of him. Sitting down at her bed, she fell back into the soft mattress. What was she going to do? She didn't want to be in this mess. She especially didnt want to fall in love with the bastard. 'Oh Minako...' She sighed. 'I wish you were here with me.'
Meanwhile, Endymion was wondering quite how he was going to get his future bride to open up to him. Sitting in the garden surrounded by roses his mother had planted when she first became his father's wife, he stomped his feet and stood up. Clearly frustrated, he started stomping around berrating himself internally. 'Just what was I thinking anyway?! Asking that snob to marry me. I should have known better than to think the Princess from the Moon was going to be anything but cold to me. As cold as the landscape she so adores!' He had thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever set his eyes on. But when she came here, to live with him before the wedding... Endymion sighed. What a fool he had been to believe those cold blue eyes... He wondered if his father had, had problems with his mother like this. Marrying the cousin of a Princess of Venus. It didnt matter that she was only a lady, and not a princess... 'Why did I have to be so choosy?' He asked himself, wondering why he wanted a Princess instead of someone who could love them... Perhaps he wasn't infatuated wtih her title and just her looks...
Elsewhere in the expansive garden of roses, a woman grinned sinisterly. She didnt plan for him to fall in love with another, and here he is. Not really in love after all! She had to come up with a plan, to make him hers. She just had to get him to fall in love with her!