Ok, so i'm sure you'll quickly see this is my first fanfic! A long time Sailor moon fan and this is just something i've bee working on for the last few months. I hope you enjoy my spin on the break up between Darien and Serena and please review if you feel so compelled. Side note: I sadly do not own Sailor moon, super depressing I know but I came to term with it years ago.
As the sun set on the horizon he felt the unease within him growing. He hated the night and the dread the darkness brought, like the nights before he began to count the hours until the sun would break the horizon again. "How many nights has it been since I've slept?" His voice sounded foreign to his ears. "Two, three days?" He couldn't be sure all the nights seemed to blur together. The phone ringing pulled him back from his thoughts. Opening the sliding door he stepped into his apartment, reaching for the phone he stopped himself as his fingers brushed the receiver. Pulling back he walked back out to the balcony, the glass door muffled her voice as the answering machine picked up.
"I won't be able to avoid her much longer." He was shocked she hadn't managed to beat his door down yet, not that she hadn't tried. Could he really blame her, he'd given her a half-assed excuse nearly two weeks ago and Serena wasn't known for her patience. "I'm sorry." he whispered into the night, wishing his words could reach her. Dropping his head in his hands he let the tears fall free that he had fought so long to hold back.
He woke with a jolt, even in the cool night air sweat beaded on his forehead. The nightmare had felt too real; the happiness and the joy, the fear and pain as it was ripped away. No matter how hard he tried it always ended with her lifeless body in his arms. Different scenarios but each time the result was always the same. There was no way for him to save her. He'd given up weeks ago trying to convince himself it was a meaning less nightmare. Every night he attempted to sleep it was an onslaught of horror as he watched her die over and over. Darien had gotten the message, it was all too clear. They couldn't be together, he would be the death of the most important thing in his life. The death of his parents had been beyond his control but not this, he would save her.
Suddenly pain tore through him as he fell back against the railing. The fog that had settled over him lifted and he took in the scene around him. His living room was scattered with shards of broken glass, his right hand was dripping blood from a series a gashes all over the concrete "Shit!" he stepped through the now empty door frame, pulling his shirt over his head with his left hand he wrapped his wounded hand tightly.
The blinking light on his answering machine caught his eye, in a moment of weakness he hit play and a smile tugged at his lips as her voice filled his apartment. "Darien, I love you. Please answer the phone, I know you're standing right there." The short pause was her most likely nervously chewing on her bottom lip waiting on him to pick up. "Darien, What's going on!?" the strain in her voice broke his heart, he could almost see the tears that were no doubt welling up in her gorgeous cerulean eyes. "Please talk to me, tell me what I've done wrong. I'm sorry, Darien forgive me! I can change, just tell me what I've done. I know you're there...!" With a trembling finger he hit delete, he had to be strong for her sake.
He turned his attention to the cuts on his hand, doing everything he could to push Serena from his thoughts. The cuts were not as deep as he had expected but they were painful nonetheless. He debated only briefly about healing himself but somehow he felt the pain was deserving, he watched the blood drip slowly down his knuckles and in small droplets splash in his pristine white sink. After bandaging his wounds he surveyed his apartment, which now look like a disaster area. He barely even contemplated about cleaning the broken glass that night but he was mentally and physically too exhausted to bother with it. "I have to confront Serena soon." He thought as he stretched out on his bed, he stared at the photograph on his night stand for hours before resigning to a fitful night of sleep. "Goodnight my sweet Serena."
Her screams still echoed in his ears as he showered the next morning. Running his good hand through his damp hair he debated the best way to end things with Serena. "It's over, I don't love you anymore!" He practiced a similar speech over and over in the mirror. Each time the truth was revealed in his eyes. "If I can't lie to myself how can I hope to lie to her! Come on Darien! This is her life." He shouted at his reflection "Tell her what ever it takes. Make her hate you if that's what you have to do!" Blood seeped through the bandage on his hand as he unclenched his fist. After his tirade in the bathroom Darien redressed his hand and continued his normal morning routine before work but he couldn't keep his thoughts off Serena. Before leaving his apartment that day he took all the photos of them together and stuffed them in the bottom dresser drawer. "Be strong." He mumbled as he took one last look at her picture before shutting the drawer.
He had nearly made it to work when he heard a familiar shriek. Seconds later the not so graceful blonde rushed through the intersection adjacent from where he stood. "Late for school as usual." He couldn't help but smile as her golden pig-tails blew behind her. The sight of her cause him to stagger. "So beautiful." He clung to the wall beside him for support. The mere sight of her made him weak in the knees, how could he manage to face her. Darien gathered his composure and slipped down a nearby ally. "Coward." he scolded himself the rest of the way to work.
Like the weeks before Darien's day drug on and on, everything seem to remind him of Serena and how empty his life was with out her. He left work early unable to manage the rest of his shift, he only hoped that he could get home before she was out of class. Seeing her that morning as brief as it was had completely dissolved his nerve to end things. It had taken all his strength to allow her to pass. His thoughts drifted to the last time they had been together it caused him to blush slightly as he imagined having her in his arm again, wishing for just one more kiss. "You can't have it both ways!"" Darien mentally argued with himself, his feet guided him on autopilot. Paying no attention to where they were leading him "Stop being so selfish, this is her life!" The sudden pressure of a warm body pressed against him snapped him back to reality, he found himself standing outside the Crown Arcade. Glancing down at the petite blonde pressed against his chest, Darien knew instantly that fate was against him. "Serena" His voice cracked he was shocked, how could he have let himself be so distracted he'd lead himself right into her stomping grounds. The fact she had even managed to sneak up on him was frightening; stealth was not Serena's strong suite.
"Oh Darien! I thought you were avoiding me!" She buried her face deeper into his chest, Darien's body responded automatically, his arms wrapped around her small waist pulling her flush against his. He buried his face in her hair, taking in her scent. They stood there locked in each others arms for what felt like hours. Until she spoke again "Is everything OK?" Her words were muffled by his shirt but it was enough to jar him back to the present. Mentally slapping himself he pulled back, what was he thinking every second together would put her in greater danger. Gently grabbing her shoulders he held her at arms length. Her brilliant blue eyes clouded with confusion, Darien could feel his resolve melting away. If he didn't end things soon he'd never do it. Unable to bear her gaze her turned his back to her. "Darien?"
"I can't do this anymore, Serena." He tried to keep his voice firm, he had to remember this was for the best.
"What do you mean?" Her voice was riddled with sadness and confusion. "You can't do what anymore?"
"This, us, I don't want to be with you anymore." He tried not to groan in frustration when she stepped around and forced him to meet her eyes, but he wouldn't back down now.
"I...I don't understand Darien?" Her eyes pleaded with him, begging for answers. Her hand was suddenly on his cheek and then she was pulling him down. Darien's mind was reeling, her touch was intoxicating; he had to get away she didn't understand. He tore himself away, the shock and pain etched on her face would haunt him forever.
"NO! Serena we're through." And like a coward he left her standing there, tears burned the corner of his eyes but he couldn't look back. Darien knew if he turned around he would be lost and he couldn't bear to see her cry. "please forgive me. " He could only pray he'd done it in time to save her. He didn't know what he would do if something happened to her after all this. His thoughts drifted back to their time on the moon, to the night that everything had changed. Beryl was gone but his princess would never really be safe, Darien could only believe that the scouts would do their part and protect her when he no longer could.