I don't know why I like writing about Sailor Moon characters set in a Hollywood theme, but it intrigues me as I hope it does all of you! ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own any Sailor Moon characters

Chapter 1: Prince of Hollywood

Darien sat in the booth as the lights blinked wildly making the people on the dance floor move like they had a horrible case of epilepsy. The bouncing bass was killing his ears. He didn't know how much more of this he could really handle. He chewed on his tooth pick for a little bit longer with his arm hugging the top of the seat. The faceless girl sitting next to him was gossiping with his friend and co-star Rei across from him. She often entertained the women he was toting around like they were real human beings; she shocked him every time he witnessed their exchange. Being a famous actor had its perks, but being a chick magnet wasn't one of them. He actually detested it due to the fact that most of these girls were just a bunch of Barbie dolls; all looks and no brains.

He felt the toothpick in mouth finally give out to the hours of meddling in his saliva and it snapped in two. He removed the shaved piece of wood from his mouth and spit out some of the splinters that were left over on his tongue and in between his teeth. Darien placed the remaining limbs of the toothpick on the table and gestured to Rei that he was going to go outside to have a smoke. She nodded to him and kept the girl in question entertained with more discussion about the fashion show they all attended earlier that day. He strolled through the edge of the club and made it out to the balcony where the humid wind brushed his midnight black bangs out of his blue eyes. He took out a cigarette, slipped it in between his lips and lit it immediately. The smoke that filled his lungs calmed him down like an IV of relaxation being pumped through his veins. He sighed out some smoke and looked out over the city that was deemed as being "his". He had been titled Prince of Hollywood when he was sixteen, fresh on the Oscar red carpet with his first nomination. Ever since then he had been blessed with three other nods, a bunch of blockbuster hits, and now a brilliant teenage television show under his belt that made the girls and gays swoon at his chiseled face. His parents were resting comfortably and out of the limelight in Palm Desert for now while he led his lavish and highly photographed life across the glossy pages of the tabloids. Someone had obviously made a deal with the devil years ago making sure that along with fame came your every move catalogued by photo blogs, entertainment news casters, and crafty magazines. He hated that he didn't see a penny of his picture being used constantly; he was the reason they all did so well in the first place. His constant bouncing relationships with co-stars, future co-stars, and socialites were highly talked about. He still to this day hadn't ever fallen in love; it had always just been meaningless sex with lavish dates. "Heartbreaker of Hollywood" was another titled he had received from people. It some how made him more appealing to women and he didn't understand why.

Rei suddenly appeared at the glass sliding door, telling him that they were ready to go. He nodded to the dark haired girl with cold violet eyes and finished up his cigarette. Blowing out the last bit of smoke, he flicked the butt out of his grasp and onto the residing sidewalk. Or so he thought…

"Hey! Watch where you're flinging your burning cigarette butts you ass!" a sharp voice pierced through the sky.

He looked down to find some blonde girl with a pair of long pigtails trailing from her head and large blue eyes looking up at him. Darien watched for a second as she rubbed the top of her head where there were still remnants of ash in her hair. He flipped her off while she continued to flick some of the grey particles out making her even more angered. The guy she was with was trying to pull her away, but she wouldn't budge. She had a stubbornly determined look in her eye to get past him.

"Fuck you! Go back to your stupid club and stay away from the real world!" she screamed. "Nobody wants you here!"

He titled his head in amusement before walking back into the club to meet with Rei and the nameless girl. He quickly raced through the dance hall with the two women trailing him, their coats only half on their bodies. He trampled down the staircase, excited to get a taste of this girl who had talked back to him and clearly knew who he was. Darien made it outside with his security detail surrounding him. With a huge smile over his face he jogged up to the girl who was walking away now arm in arm the sandy blonde haired guy she had been standing with earlier. He reached out to grab her wrist and tugged her to follow him. Ignoring her protests, he pushed her inside the black SUV he had driven in. He shut out the rest of the group, locking the doors quickly before anyone else could climb in. The feisty little bird had an expression of shock and a twinge of fear swimming across her features while the windows were being pounded by multiple fists. When she locked eyes with him though, the fear went away and the previous annoyance crept over her face again making him smile.

"I'm Darien," he announced, holding his hand out to her.

She stared at it with disgust like it was a dead rat and then looked back at him, "I know who you are."

"But I don't know who you are."

"And I'd like to keep it that way."

"You fascinate me…" he whispered.

"Are you on drugs?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

"No. Why?"

"You pulled me off the street into an empty car to ask me my name. Normal people don't do that."

"I'm not normal."

"Clearly."

"Come on, tell me your name!" he begged.

"Why? So you can screw me, plaster me over all of your magazines, and then dump me in two days? The limelight isn't really my thing," she scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. He pulled out a pair of jingling car keys from his pocket and grinned at her. She threw her hands up in the air exasperatedly and said, "Serena! I'm Serena! Happy now?"

"Serena," he whispered, letting the name play on his tongue for a moment before nodding. "Okay. I'll let you go. Thank you for entertaining me."

"You're not welcome," she growled as she was let out of the car to a gaggle of eyes staring her down and cameras flashing in her face.

He watched her intently as she rushed off with the blonde guy, clutching tightly onto his arm. Darien wondered if that was her boyfriend and then remembered that he was Hollywood royalty; he could what he wanted when he wanted at any moment. The front seat door was opened up, breaking him from his daze and the girl he had been tugging around like a bad accessory slid in next to him while Rei climbed in the front passenger's seat.

"What the fuck is your problem Darien?!" she exclaimed as the chauffer/body guard got in quickly and started up the car. "I hate those vultures outside just as much as you do!"

"Calm down Rei. It's not like you were out there for days," he murmured as he leaned his head against the cool window.

"Why did you have to pull her into the car of all people?" she asked.

"Of all people?" he repeated. "You know who she is?"

"Yes. Don't you?"

"No! Who is she?"

"Serena Roddenberg," she answered.

"James and Karen Roddenberg's daughter?"

"Yeah dumb ass."

If Darien was considered the Prince of Hollywood, James and Karen Roddenberg were the king and queen who should have given birth to him or adopted him. They were amazing actors with seven Oscars between the two of them for movies that they've been in and directed. He had been trying to get into a project with them since he was twenty and actually learned a decent amount about the world of the glitz and glam. His manager just couldn't ever get him to have a meeting with them though so he often did projects that battled their own at award season. Everyone speculated that they would join forces soon enough, but it hadn't happened yet. Maybe with his romantic conquest, he would be able to kill two birds with one stone.

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