The Trials of Sailor Mercury, and her recently deseased boyfriend
"Could you tell us what happened to him Sailor Mercury?"
The inspector took out his notebook and looked up for the answer he wasn't going to get because the auther finds scenes without hunky anime men boring. . .
A young black haired prince gazed out of his castles window. He sighed as his father, chatters on behind behind, completely lost in his own thoughts.
"One day, Endy, all this will be yours!" The king said gesturing out the window.
Endymion glanced back at his father in confusion. "What? The curtains?"
His father growled. "No! Not the curtains, lad. . . All that!" he waved to the view outside the window. "All that you can see, stretched out over the hills and valleys. . . as far as the eye can see and beyond. . . that'll be your kingdom, lad."
"But Mother. . ."
"Father, lad."
"But, Father, I don't really want any of that." Endymion whined.
His father sighed and turned his son to face him. "Listen, lad, I built this kingdom up from nothing. All I had when I started was swamp. Other kings said I was daft to build a castle on a swamp, but I built is all the same. . .just to show 'em. It sank into the swamp. SO I built another one. That sank into the swamp. I built another one. That fell over and then sank into the swamp. So I built another, and that stayed up! And that's what you're gonna get, lad. The most powerful kingdom on this island."
Endymion shook his head. "But I don't want any of that, I'd rather. . ." He got all dreamy eyed and paused.
"Rather what?" His father demanded.
"I'd rather. . .just. . .sing!"
Out of nowhere a musical intro began to play.
"You're not going to do a song while I'm here!" His father said, waving the magical music away. "Listen, lad, in twenty minutes you're going to be married to a girl who owns the biggest tracts of open land in the Dark Kingdom!"
"I don't want land." Endy argued.
The king raised a hand and pointed at his son. "Listen, Endora. . ."
"Endymion." he corrected.
"Endymion. . . we built this castle on a bloody swamp, we need all the land we can get!"
"But I don't like her."
"Don't like her? What's wrong with her? She's beautiful. . .she's rich. . .she's got huge tracts of. . .land!"
Endymion sighed. "I know but I want the girl that I marry to have a certain special somthing!"
Another music intro floated in out of nowhere but the king promtly waved it way. "Cut that out! You're marrying Queen Beryl, so you'd better get used to the idea!" He turned towards the door. "Guards!"
Two youma stomped into the room and snapped to attention. Both were wearing flower wreaths and one couldn't seem to stop his hiccoughs.
The king sighed. "Make sure the Prince doesn't leave this room until I come and get him."
The first youma nodded. "Not. . .to leave the room. . .even if you come and get him."
"No, Until I come and get him." The king corrected.
"Until you come and get him, we're not to enter the room." The youma tried again.
"No, you stay in the room and make sure he doesn't leave."
". . . and you'll come and get him." The guard finished.
The king nodded. "That's right."
The youma grinned to his companion. "We don't need to do anything, apart from just stopping him from entering the room."
"Leaving the room." The king corrected again.
"Leaving the room, yes."
The king eyed the two youma for a moment. "Got it?"
"Er. . if. . .we. . .er. . "
"Yes?" The king asked.
"If we. . .er. . ."
Sighing the king tried again. "Look, it's simply. Just stay here and make sure he," points to Endymion, "doesn't leave the room. Right?"
"Oh I remember! Can he. . .er. . . can he leave the room with us?" THe guard asked.
"No, keep him in here, and make sure he doesn't. . ."
"Oh yes!" the guard interrupted, "We'll keep him in here, obviously. But if he had to leave and we were with him. . ."
"No, just keep him in here." THe king ordered.
"Until you or anyone else. . ."
"No, not anyone else, just me." THe king said.
". . .just you, get back." The guard finished.
"Right."
The guard nodded. "Okay, fine. We'll remain here until you get back."
"And make sure he doesn't leave." The king added.
"What?" The guard asked, confused.
"Make sure he doesn't leave." The king repeated.
"The Prince?"
"Yes, make sure. . ."
The guard nodded. "Oh yes, of course! I thought you meant him!" points to his fellow youma, "You know it seemed a bit daft, me havin' to guard him when he's a guard."
The king paused and eyed the youma. "Is that clear?"
"Oh, yes. That's quite clear. No problems." The guard assured.
The king nodded and opened the door. Stepping outside he turned and saw the two youma following him. "Where are you going?" He demanded.
"We're coming with you." The first guard replied.
"No, I want you to stay here and make sure he doesn't leave the room until I get back."
"Oh, I see, right." The two guards took up thier postitions on either side of the door.
Endymion stood up and started towards the door. "But father!"
"Shut your noise, you, and get that suit on!" The king pointed to an armour suit on the table. Growling he turned and slammed the door on his way out.
Endymion slumped back into his chair by the window, a forlorn look on his face. Another musical intro seeped into the room from thin air. The door suddenly flew open and the king rushed back in.
"And no singing!" The intro haulted and the king turned to leave a second time. Pausing at the door he looked at the second guard who had, up until this point never said a word and simply hiccoughed loudly. "Go and have a drink of water." He slammed the door.
Sighing Endymion stared out the window. Suddenly a thought flashed into his mind and he stood. Watching the guards he snuck to his desk and scribbled a note. Taking a bow down from the wall he impaled the note onto the arrow. Sneaking back to the window he fired the arrow far into the air. Across the room the guards grinned and nodded to him.
