hey guys, yet again when i sat down to continue writing on the other one this came into my head and i started another new story. SORRY! Hope you guys will like this one, and i'll try to update this (as well as the other one) as soon as i am done writing. So i was thinking over my last story and i suddenly thought, what if the girls kicked her out for a reason? and then this story bloomed in my head and i had to write it. Let me know what your thinking? Also for those that have read Storm (my suposed one-off) what do you think about the calls for me to extend it? Honestly if think i may screw up the beauty of it but let me know anyway. Thanks to everyone who likes my stuff and has put me on Fave story or Author alerts.
Wow thats a long intro so on to the story! I own none of the characters all belong to their creator.
What if it was the girls having the dream and not Darien? What if Darien still doesn't know about Serena's hidden identity and they still fought like cat and dog? What will happen when the outers appear? Stay tuned to find out!
Serena walked into the temple. She could feel the tension in the air; the looks her friends greeted her with were not promising. She looked down at her watch, 10.59; the meeting was scheduled to start at 11.00 so she wasn't late. Looking up again she noticed the strongest emotions were coming from Rei, who was positioned in the middle. She remained in the doorway as Rei took a step forward. A single beep emanated from her watch alerting her to the fact it was 11o'clock, she had been standing there a full minute and still no-one had spoken.
"Serena, we need to talk" Rei said, meeting and holding her eyes, motioning towards the table where the other sat. Once everyone was seated, Rei began to talk again.
"Serena. We love you. You are our friend first and foremost but…" she paused and looked at the other scouts, each giving a slight nod before glancing away. Serena knew what was coming wasn't going to be good, thinking maybe a lecture on responsibility or her fighting skill she braced herself for it, knowing that perhaps she deserved it.
"… we think that maybe you're just not cut out to be a scout." Rei stopped taking in the forlorn look that spread over her friends face. Placing her hand on her devastated friend Rei continued.
"Serena, it's not personal, but you are our princess and well you but yourself at risk every time you fight. Maybe you should just focus on your studies and leave the scout business to us."
Inside Serena's head her mind was racing. They didn't want her anymore? Maybe she was just a useless waste of space. Rising slowly she walked out of the room and away from the temple.
Back inside Lita made a movement to follow her but Mina held her back,
"Leave her be Lita, for now at least. We'll talk to her tomorrow."
"Screw this, I'm going home. Maybe I'll make her some cookies for school tomorrow" Lita grabbed her bag and as she was almost through the door Ami spoke,
"Guy this is going to be hard on her and us, but this is for her safety. We need to be strong she is our princess and we have to protect her, even if it hurts her."
The next day a slightly damped Serena walked to school, deep in thought. Maybe she should welcome this? Focus on her studies more, but still spend time with the girls. No matter what she thought she couldn't budge the depression setting in, she was unwanted and useless.
School was almost like normal, Serena blasted a smile on and everyone acted as though nothing had changed but each knowing that it was just an act. Lita made Serena so many sweets that she couldn't eat them all, but that may have been because the only thing she could taste as she eat them was guilt and betrayal. After school Ami helped Serena with her homework at the crown. Rei came in to talk for a while halfway through their milkshakes both communicators went off, springing into action automatically they both jumped out to leave but Rei pushed Serena back into the seat,
"Serena, you're out remember, give me your communicator and stay here, I'll be back in a bit"
and with that the fiery black haired girl was gone, leaving a stunned and upset Serena behind.
From his stool by the counter Darien watch the usually bubbly girl lay her head on the table and cried silently. His heart gave a sympathy tug. Even thought they fought almost every day he was fond of the golden haired beauty. Getting up he walked over to her table, sitting down in the seat Rei had left not 10 minutes ago.
"Hey, are you okay meatball head?"
Her head shot up, her blue eyes tinted red and her pale skin blotchy from her crying,
"Not today Darien, I'm just not in the mood to deal with your insults." As she lay her head back on her arms, facing the other way.
Her voice sounded so deflated Darien was shocked into silence. What had happened to cause this usually positive girl, who could light up the room when she entered and who's laughter was caught by any who heard it to become so sad. He stood up after a few minutes to return to his seat, but he watched as she sat stony faced looking out the window. After an hour of sitting in silence by herself she stood up a walked out the doors, into the darkening night.
Elsewhere the girls fought one of the hardest monsters they had encountered. After a full half hour of strenuous fighting they combined their attacked into one and hit the monster full on in its weak spot dusting the thing. All girls fell to the ground. Panting they lay under the stars in the park and tried to recharge. Ami was the first to break the silence,
"I guess Tuxedo mask really is tied to Sailor Moon."
The others agreed,
"It would be just a little easier if he could help" said Mina
"Maybe he's angry about us all but kicking Serena out?" said Lita, who herself was angry at them
"Let's work on trying to contact him, maybe once we explain then he would understand" said Rei, "It's to protect her, that's all anyone wants" but as she said this, she looked into the nights sky wondering if what they were doing was really protecting her, or if they were falling into a trap, one that could get both them and their princess hurt.
