Disclaimer: Sailor Moon was created by Naoko Takeuchi. However, it has been disputed in a court of law that this is not the original creator. As far as I know, this is the creator. The creaters of saw 1 and 3 are Leigh Whannell and James Wan. Saw 2 is created by Darren Lynn Bousman and Leigh Whannel.
I don't own any part of the series or movies. I am only writing a fanfic.
Author: toowhiteprincess
Email: T for this chapter.
Warnings: Adult situations.
Pairings: Darien/Serena
Summary of Chapter One: Serena is having second thoughts about Crystal Tokyo. She is also having second thoughts about if she wants to be with Darien.
Note: This chapter is edited but I am still looking for a beta. I have changed the story to make it shorter. The other chapters will look very different from the first attempt at this story.
The Way to Piece of Mind
Part 1: Thoughts of the Future
Everyday, Serena paid great attention to her dieing relationship with Darien. For years, he had been the only thing on her mind. Some would say her mind was full of foolish fancies that would never happen in a million years. Others would say that it would take a millions year for it to happen the way she foresaw it.
Could he really be in love with her? With visions of a hauntingly beautiful bridle grown feverishly dancing as she closed her eyes at night, she could not deny herself such a possible future. The image looked so real. An image… too real to ignore for such a young lady as herself in the prime of her life. If only her small form could fit in such a dress and dance in the crescent moonlight.
Then, out-of-nowhere, a woman appears in her vision. Serena jerked in her sleep. This woman does not belong in a dream such as Serena's. "Serena, you will kill Darien."
Serena, unable to talk to this woman could not speak. She is still being imprisoned by her visions of Crystal Tokyo, wanting not but to live forever with the memory. Darien is her prince.
Wanting-needing her initial visions would come true; it would be her in that dancing gown. Spot lights flashed on a dance floor that promised an astoundingly large space filled with hundreds of guests. Serena would never be able to count the number of flowers that seemed to want each of their fragrances known.
Every night, she has dreams of Darien and she is kissing him but not tonight. A voice is telling her to kill him.
Serena awoke, to the feeling of sweet dripping off her brow. Tasting salty tears dripping from her eyes into her mouth below her eyes went out of focus. Would the voice from her dream made her want to claim her waking hours? "Would the voices stop?" Serena, started to pray that voice would stop. She wanted to hear her mind tell her that Darien is… for that matter will ever be the only man for her. Her prayers are not answered in anyway she could understand.
Sure, there are hints of real life occurrences when her love for Darien has been justified. He loved to lavish her with gifts. At least once a month, she received yellow carnations and had receives several geranium plants in her room alone from Darien. She liked the color yellow and preferred a potted plant to one that would die, anyway.
In Serena's older dreams they would be surrounded by clovers. This dream had only made her confused.
Peddles of forget-me-nots would drop from their respectful steams. While the hunting aroma of Jasmine fells the area. Serena's breath would stop for a minuet second to taken in the sheer beauty of her relationship with Darien. When, out-of-nowhere he would place a yellow Lilly in her hair then and only then the seen would fade to black. In dreams like this one she would cry out, "Where are you my love?" In, those few seconds, a feeling of dread would wash over her. And, in that moment, she became afraid of being alone. Celine Dion's song, "Because You Loved Me," would begin to play softly in the background.
Darien would whisper softly from behind her, "Do not be alone, I am with you. Remember, what you feel is only temporary and the darkness can not last." His lips would then touch the center of her neck. She would tilt her head to one side and be rewarded with a soft kiss on the neck. "Serena I hope you feel the same way about me, that I do about you." Then the dream would end with her gazing into his loving eyes.
But, not all dreams come true. For Serena, this day would only bring death. The day seems to play out like a bad dream instead of a flight-of-fancy. All her cheerful dreams ended the day Darien came over from working a late shift at his job. This day, Serena would be forced to kill Darien.