Hi everyone! This is my very first try at writing a Fanfic, I hope you guys enjoy it! Feel free to leave me reviews! All criticism welcome.

P.S. I don't own Sailor Moon or any of the characters. Plus, I never read the manga, so characters are based on first season of the show.

Late Night Escape

Chapter 1

"Darien, are you fucking serious? The arcade?" the tall dark-haired guy asked his companion as they headed for the arcade entrance.

"Why not Alan? There're big tables in the back we can work on. The noise will keep us alert. Besides, we'll need Motoki's coffees to pull this off tonight," answered Darien as indifferently as possible. But it was a blatant lie, and he knew it as his eyes landed on the real reason for finalizing their medical research there.

"We could get coffee at a less noisy place. Why a university guy like you would hang out at a kid's joint is beyo…. Shit, look at those legs," Alan's response turned to a groan. He froze upon entering the arcade. His eyes fixed on the blond girl leaning over the counter.

Darien took an appreciative look over the girl as he slowed his approach. She was perched on her knees on the bar stool, resting her upper body on her forearms. The perfect pose of every guy's wet dream. Her beautiful long golden hair was pooled over the counter, her arms, all the way down the counter. The back of her neck was exposed, her shirt scrunched tight around her slender waist, and that damn skirt barely 2 inches past her nicely shaped ass, leaving her long lean legs bare for his perusal. God, she was really going to be the death of him. All he wanted to do was throw her over his shoulder and make good use of the utility rooms in the back. He could swear the skirt of her school uniform had gotten shorter every year since he had met her almost four years ago.

Thus, he wasn't surprise by his friends' comment. Afterall, when she wasn't in her school uniform, she liked to sport short skirts, REALLY short skirts. And worst of all, she was completely oblivious to the attention they got from the male gender. Her most prominent attribute, total innocence. And her complete indifference thereof the male population. He figured she was still too young to think of such things even now.

He could still recall the first time he had laid eyes on her: the gentle sway of her hips, the petit figure hidden under her uniform, her Rapunzel like golden locks. Those pools of light blue eyes, pink pouty lips, and fair skin. She had only been 14 then, so he had never made a move. Instead, he took his physical attraction and sexual frustration out on her in the most immature of ways. Really, he couldn't help it. His secret infatuation drove him nuts on a weekly basis. Thus, he turned into a prepubescent boy who tease mercilessly the girl he liked every time they met.

Today being no different.

"Hey Meatball Head! You trying to flash the whole arcade? Not only are you drooling, but you also lack any common sense of propriety," he drawled as he sat right next to her. He took a steadying breath before she turned on him. Her sweet jasmine smell drifted to his nostrils as she snapped her neck in his direction.

Until that very moment, Serena had been preoccupied by Andrew who was making his new ice cream delight. She certainly hadn't realized how much she had been bending over the counter or how her clothes had rolled up. And she certainly hadn't sensed Darien's approach as she focused on the new creation. Worst, she hadn't realised how close he was as she turned her whole fury and embarrassment on him. Their noses had practically touched, causing her breath to hiss out onto his lips.

If it hadn't been for the Sailor Scout training and their weekly bickering, Serena would have turned bright red, her heart would have accelerated and she would have landed on her ass. As had been her custom for her whole life; she was a klutz. But not today. She was past it. His sexiness or proximity didn't affect her as much anymore. Yes, sexiness. She was mature enough at that point to admit that he was hot, unmercifully hot. But then he opened his mouth, and any attraction that she felt was dropped into icy water. And she thanked God for those cold showers of reality every time. They stopped her from making the stupid mistake of grabbing his hair and bringing his lips the few inches that separated them.

"Nice to see you too, AsssssHole," Serena hissed as she sat back down slowly on the stool, focusing solely on her awaiting treat. After 3 years, she knew sometimes, it was best to just ignore him. Especially when she had to force down any hint of a blush and ignore his proximity. She really wished she didn't have these impulses. Afterall, he was nothing more than her arch enemy.

Darien had enjoyed their proximity a bit too much. Her perfume had been intoxicating as he had watched the sparks of light blue come to life in her eyes. Her uniform had swayed with her movement, allowing for a glimpse of the mouth-watering cleavage. And if all that wasn't bad enough, her pink lips had parted slightly, and that hot breath had fallen on his lips… Fuck, he suddenly found himself a little uncomfortable in his pants.

"Hey Andrew, 2 coffees please?" Darien forced his eyes back to Andrew; he needed to cool down.

"Hey Darien. Hey Alan. Yea… Hold on a sec," answered the preoccupied blond guy from the other side. His tongue was slightly peeking out from the side of his mouth with concentration as he created a little figuring with the whip cream on top of the ice cream, chocolate and strawberries. Serena practically squealed with the finished result as he handed it to her.

"Andrew! It's a piece of art!" She bit her lip as she carefully got off her stool and carefully headed to the table her friends were at. Darien turned for a second to take in the sway of her hair and hips. 'Oh, sweet torture. Why did she have to be so young?' he thought dejectedly.

"Darien! I can't fucking believe you!?" Alan exclaimed as soon as she was out of hearing range. "I can't believe you know HER! HERRRR! And you never told me… I get it why you come here now!"

"What are you talking about Alan?" Andrew had come over with their coffees. His usual smile had turned into a scold. Alan's whole face was a picture-perfect poster of pure undulated lust.

"She looks a little younger in day light… Her hair's different…" breathed Alan as he watched Serena giggle with her friends over the new figuring that surprisingly looked like Sailor Moon.

"Alan!" Darien grabbed Alan's shoulder and pulled him on the seat next to him, before the fool jumped the girl. His anger was barely contained. Watching Alan ogle the girl he liked had awoken a deep dark feeling inside that he always squelched. But not now. Possessiveness, a violent territoriality urge burned right behind the first layer of his skin. He bunched his fist tightly in his lap and forced his jaw to relax as Alan kept taking quick glances over his shoulder.

"It has to be her… She dan…" but he never finished as he caught sight of Lita as she headed back from the bathroom. "I knew it! It's HER! It's THEM!"

"You sound like a teenage diva. Breath. Then use WORDS to explain exactly what her means," chided Darien.

"The club, oh my god. I can't believe I'm seeing her in real person." Alan was still in shock. He couldn't get his thoughts straight. But then Serena lifted her eyes to them, and saw the three guys gawking at her. She frowned, her hand intent on a crude response. But she thought better of it since Andrew was there. She couldn't be rude to the closest thing she had to a big brother. No matter how annoying Darien and his other jock friend were.

"How do you know Serena?" pressed Andrew as he set the coffee finally in front of his buddies.

"Serena… Nice name…" Alan's eyes glazed over with sweet memories of sensuous moves, swinging hips, cascading hair. To everyone's surprise, Andrew grabbed Alan's shirt and pulled him up the counter. Andrew, the nice guy, the smiling guy, the easy-going guy, had snapped.

"Talk, now!"

Darien let out the breath he had been holding. He was grateful Andrew snapped in that moment. The look on Alan's face had made his vision turn red. And as Tuxedo Mask, he knew his strength was not human. If he had hit the other guy, who knows how extensive the damage might have been. It had been a mistake to bring Alan here… But his curiosity was roused.

"Drew, relax! I thought you were with Reika? But I can't blame you," Alan pried Andrew's finger slowly off his shirt. "The way that girl moves; I swear it's not legal!"

"Again, this is your last chance buddy. The girl you are talking about, is practically, my BABY sister! Choose your words very, VERY carefully," Andrew lowered his voice, emphasising his words with meaning. The patrons of the Arcade steered clear away from the counter as tension build up around the three guys.

"Remember!? I told you about the hot blond that I saw at that new Club, the Devil's Playground? The temptress that could seduce the devil himself?" Alan watched as his friends nodded, frowning. Not realizing where this was going. He pointed in Serena's direction without looking back. "That's HER!"

Darien looked at his friend as if he had grown another head suddenly. Then both he and Andrew burst out laughing! He clutched his abs as laughter peeled out of him. He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed so hard. There had to be some hidden camera somewhere. What a joke!

"Serena is underage, she's still a kid Alan! There's no way she'd be in a club, especially not that club," Andrew wiped the tears from his eyes as he dismissed Alan's assumption.

"I wasn't sure either. But then I recognized the tall brunette, I knew then. It's them!"

"Alan, seriously, maybe if you had talked about Mina, we might have believed you. But ditzy Meatball Head?" Darien glanced at the two pigtailed girl who was scarfing down her dessert. Well, he had seen her scarf down food before. But he swallowed hard now. She was preoccupied with licking off chocolate and whip cream off a strawberry. He watched mesmerized as her tongue did seriously wicked little things before biting down on it. Her eyes closed and her features showed pure delight at the taste. He wandered suddenly if she'd get that look when she came. And then her eyes open and she laughed innocently at her girlfriends.

How could his little klutz be the temptress Alan had obsessed about for weeks now?

"Fuck you! I'm serious!" His friend practically shouted, angered at their obvious incredulity. "I'm not lying!"

"It's Serena we're talking about! She's childish, klutzy, not to mention loud. I've known her for almost 4 years and Andrew even longer. She's not your little vixen!" Darien shook his head not wanting it to be true.

"Yes she IS. Fine. Come to the club Saturday night. She shows up around 1 am. Never before that. You'll see for yourself it's her!" Alan was practically shaking with rage. He had dreamed about that little piece of ass for weeks, and now his friends thought he had gone crazy. Well they would just have to see for themselves. The truth would slap that self-assured smugness off their faces.

"I can't go. I got my family dinner with Reika tomorrow. Darien?"

"I'm not 18 anymore. Clubs are not my thing."

"Awww! Really jerk!? I always knew you were an old geezer. Glad you're admit it finally!" Serena smiled sweetly. "It's better if you don't go clubbing. You'd glare half the room to nervousness, then bore the other half to death!" She left the ice cream bowl on the counter, stuck her tongue out at Darien and bounced quickly out of the Arcade before he could retort.

"I'll be there," the dark hair man replied as he watched her retreating figure through the glass walls.