AN: I do NOT own Sailor Moon
I hope you guys enjoy this new Story I'm working on I'm also going to be updating Treason of the Heart soon so be sure to check it out!
Prologue
Behind the Mask
"Darien love come on we are going to be late!" Damion yelled from down stairs.
"I'll be down in just a minute!" Damion sighed. He felt two loving arms wrap around him and smiled.
"You know he is just excited. I am sure he's gathering all his toys to show your mom." She laughed.
"I know but it's a four hour drive and we are already behind schedule. " Damion reasoned.
"Ok, Dad I'm ready!" Darien came running down the stairs. "Wait until grandma see's the surprise I made her!"
"Well we have to get there first for her to see it! Come on all our things are already in the car!" They all headed to the car. Darien was so happy they were going to take this trip for the week. His dad was always busy and his mom was already handling charity events. It was finally just going to be them for one whole week. They jumped in the car. The rain began to fall.
"Damion maybe you should pull over its beginning to become too rough." Lidia suggested.
"I can handle it." Damion laughed.
"Please for me?" Lidia asked. Damion sighed.
"Alright, alright." She smiled. "Thank you. Darien are you ok hunny?"
"Yeah mama. Look, I made this for you!" He exclaimed handing his colorful masterpiece to his mother. She glowed with joy looking at it. It was a picture of all of them. "I love it darling. It's perfect!" Lidia exclaimed.
"Who knows son you might have a career as an artist! Darien, that's quite the picture." His dad smiled as he pulled off the road.
"Thanks dad! I was hoping you would like it! I made Grandma and Pop one too!" They had parked at the edge of the road. Until the storm could passed.
Suddenly, a car pulled up behind them. His dad gazing into the rear view mirror the lights were blinding. His mother gazed at the car.
"I wonder what's going on with them." His mother stated.
"They are probably waiting out the storm like us." The car behind them flashed their lights at them and honked the horn.
"I guess they are trying to get my attention." Damion said. He unbuckled his seat belt and reached for the door. Lidia's hand stilled him.
"Damion, its rough outside. We cannot even see who it is maybe you shouldn't go." The weariness in her voice was obvious.
"It will be fine Lidia. If it were
us, we would want someone to help us. You stay in the car with Darien. Lock the door just in case." He ruffled Darien's hair. "Keep your mom calm sport I'll be right back ok?"
"Yeah daddy."
Damion got out of the car squinting his eyes. The rain was coming down hard, thunder and lightning cackling. He walked towards the vehicle behind him. The windows were tinted black he was unable to see a thing. He knocked on the vehicles window.
"Hello? Do you guys need some help?" He shouted over the sound of the rain. A man rolled down the window.
"Yeah, it seems one of my tires are flat I have a spare in the back will you mind helping me change it?" The man asked.
"Sure. Just pop your trunk and I'll grab the spare." Damion said. He made his way to the back of his car. The man had opened his trunk. He looked into the trunk he could not find a spare.
"Hey buddy I don't see a spare in here." He turned around and felt his blood run cold. The man gave him a chilling smile holding his knife towards Damion.
"Opps. Must have forgotten." The man lunged towards Damion gutting him in the stomach. Blood was seeping out. He fell to his knees. A gurgling sound came from his throat.
Lidia turned around when she heard a startling noise. She saw a figure charge towards her window. Glass shattered. She screamed.
"Mama! What's happening?" Darien yelled.
"Run Darien!" She screamed. The man swiftly grabbed her by the neck.
"Shut up bitch!"
"Don't hurt my son please!" Suddenly a man opened the back door grabbing Darien.
"No! Do not hurt my mama! Please! Daddy help!"
"Your dad's dead you brat." The next thing Darien knew was darkness.
…
25 years later…
Darien stared at his parents graves. Even after all this time sometimes it did not feel real that they were gone. He could still hear his father's laugh or smell his mother's perfume. Would they be proud of the man he had become? On the other hand, would they be disappointed he was still alone and to himself.
He set the flowers down upon the grave. He sighed. Glancing at his watch he was late he needed to get going.
He got into his car and sped off he had an important meeting.
He walked into his penthouse. His visitor already waiting for him inside.
"Sorry I'm late." He quipped. Kunzite looked up at him.
"Darien I am aware of what day it is you know… I am surprised you still wanted to meet." Darien said nothing as he poured him a glass of Scotch.
"Did you find out what I needed?" He asked.
Kunzite sighed. "You know this could be considered border line stalking Darien."
"I have to protect her Kunzite. I owe her that much." He declared.
"Darien she doesn't even know who you are. You need to stop beating yourself up over something you couldn't prevent." Kunzite declared.
"Did you get the information or not?" Darien asked.
"Her name is Serena Whittington. She lives in the Upper West Side. She is a schoolteacher. First grade." Kunzite said.
Darien nodded. "Did you find out anything else on her?"
"She was in a relationship with Diamond Hughes two years ago. They broke up I am not sure why. Other than that, I really don't have much more information."
Darien nodded not saying anything. "She would be around 26. It's almost three years ago now since it happened."
"You can't save everyone Darien." Kunzite reasoned.
"She shouldn't have had to go through that. I should have been able to stop it." He slammed his drink down. "I will be back this evening. Don't wait up."
Kunzite watched as his friend left. He released a sigh. Darien tried to put the whole world on his shoulders.
….
Darien found himself sitting on bench in front of the elementary school. The school bell had long ago rang releasing all the children. He had been waiting for her… hoping she would come out. It had been so long since he had last seen her. After it first happened, he watched her every day. Over time, he lost track of her. It was coming up on three years since the incident and she haunted him every night. He had hoped finding her would make it stop just to get a glimpse of her. He had to make sure she was all right. That he had not left her broken…
He stood checking his watch. It was time he head home. He had probably missed her. He started to walk when he ran into someone. Books and papers went flying everywhere.
"I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." A crystal bell voice rang out. He looked down and gasped. It was she. Her hair was silvery blonde and windblown. She looked up at him. It was her eyes that captured him; they were the same crystal blue he had remembered. It was then he realized he was gaping at her.
"No, let me help you. It was my fault." He began helping her pick up the papers.
"Well if you insist I guess I can let you take the blame." He heard her giggle. He gave her a slow smile.
"It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to let you take the blame now would it?" She blushed.
"I suppose it wouldn't." She tilted her head in thought. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
He cleared his throat. "No, I don't believe so. I think I would remember a face as pretty as yours."
She raised a brow at him. "Ah, gentlemanly and charming too. Does this move work with all the ladies you bump into?"
He chuckled. "Only the blonde school teachers."
Her brows furrowed in thought. "How did you know I was a school teacher?" Shit. He was not supposed to know that.
"Well, I was just assuming you were a teacher being that you came out of the school with all these homework assignments to grade. Either that or you have been held back in fifth grade quite a few times." She laughed.
"What can I say? My multiplication tables are my worst enemy."
"Perhaps I can tutor you sometime."
"Excuse me?" She asked and he felt embarrassed.
"I mean, I was joking… you know I meant to say…" She busted into laughter.
"You should see your face. I will tell you what. How about I give you my number and maybe we can discuss a tutoring program for me over dinner." She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down her number. She handed it to him.
"I would like that. I will give you a call." He said.
"I would like that… What did you say your name was again?"
"I didn't its Darien." He held his hand out and she shook it.
"Nice to meet you Darien. I am Serena. Can't wait to hear from you." She smiled and turned to leave.
"I'll see you soon…" He winked.
What had he gotten himself into?
…
"So I see you're in a better mood from earlier. Care to tell me why?" Kunzite asked.
"I went and saw her." He said.
"What? Did you tell her who you were?" Kunzite shouted.
"Of course not Kunzite! What was I going to do walk up to her and say 'Hello, I am Tuxedo Mask?' Yeah, that would have went over really well. She would have thought I was certified." He scoffed. "I introduced myself and got her number. We are going to go on a date."
"What exactly are you planning on doing?" Kunzite asked.
He sighed. "I don't know at first I just wanted to know if she was ok. Then I caught myself needing to know more. I am not going to get information from her by not talking to her."
Kunzite shook his head. "Be careful, Darien."
Suddenly the police scanner went off. Kunzite exited the room to hear it. He came back in.
"Darien, a group of robbers just broke into the Grand Bank." Kunzite came back.
Darien knew what this meant… he was needed.
…
"Hurry the fuck up Frank! The police are coming!" The man carried three bags of cashed. He was getting pissed.
"You think I give a fuck about the police, Mark? Let them try and stop me." The man sneered. They both jolted at a banging noise in the back.
Frank shot his gun off in the corner.
"Jesus Frank! You can't be shooting off at every little noise save that for when the pigs come!"
"I heard something Mark someone's in here! We can't have any witnesses."
"We're wearing mask you dolt!" Mark yelled.
"But we said our names!" Frank cried.
"Stay here you idiot and shoot anyone who comes in that front door."
Mark made his way to the area the noise was coming from. He hear a banging noise again. He drew his weapon around the corner. He sighed in relief when he saw it was the air conditioner blowing an open door against the wall.
"I told you there was no one to be scared of Frank! No one's here!"
"Except for me…" Mark turned around his weapon was knocked out his hand and he found himself held up against the wall.
"Who the fuck are you?" Mark rasped out.
"I am Tuxedo Mask."