Body Hey All! This is Super Model Minako back, from an extended break, with a fic she started a few years ago with her wonderful friend and sis, Kii! Please review and give suggestions. I would love all the help I can get!

This is Rated R for language and situations.

I don't own Sailor Moon but the narrator is mine ^_^

Butterflies

When I first saw her, she was sitting on some guys lap, making out. I wish I could say it was love at first sight, but it wasn't. Truthfully, I thought she was a bit of a slut. No one I know did things like that. I couldn't tell if she was pretty or not because I didn't see her face. I was glad I didn't know people like her. My second impression of her was legs. Long legs sheathed in fishnet tights and a black leather skirt. It was short and when I mean short I mean it left nothing for the imagination. It was slit up both sides barely held together by large metal safety pins. Her black halter top hugged her tightly, clinging to her ample bust. The guy she was making out with was running his hands up her legs and through her short muti-coulored blond hair. It was streaked blue and red with silver strands of glitter running through it. What trash.

Fortunately, first impressions are nothing to go by. The next time I saw her, it was at night in the park. Surprisingly she was wearing clothes. The gaudy dye and glitter were washed out of her hair leaving it soft and pale in the moonlight. This time I saw her face. It was definitely her, the one I'd been waiting for. Large luminescent blue eyes were framed by long sooty lashes that stood out against her pale face. Slowly she lowers her eyes to her lap. In a flash of sliver and blue a knife appears. Not just any knife, a butterfly knife, one I'd seen before, seen her use before. The curved blade reflected the silver moonlight in the sky. The handle had 7 holes drilled into each half, the weighty metal was sprayed metallic blue and marbleized with black. She stared at the knife-the blade in particular-entranced. Slowly she runs her thumb across it as if tempting fate.

Suddenly her eyes go wide. In the dark, with my enhanced vision, I could see her pupils constrict with pain and hear her sharp intake of breath. What little couleur she had drained quickly from her face while her hands clutched convulsively around the knife. Still staring at the knife she brings it to her face, and before I can even move she slashes it violently across her forearm. Quickly I yank myself away from the shadows to grab her knife. Before she can even react to my presence I swiftly steal the knife from her grasp and with a quick flip of the wrist it is sheathed back in its protective metal sides.

Looking down at her forearm, I see the many times her arms met the same fate as they did tonight. They were covered in hairline scars that crisscrossed in a totally random patter marring her milky white skin. Silently I look into her tear-filled eyes. Slowly I kneeled down in front of her still holding her arms in a protective grip.

She whispered softly "You came."

"I know."

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Angrily she wrenches herself free from my grasp.

My golden eyes gaze into her stormy sapphire depths. "I'm saving you from your self."

"I don't need saving!" She shot back.

"Oh yeah? Then what is this?" I snap back holding her mutilated arms in front of her, forcing her to look at the blood running down from her newest addition.

Angrily, she flips her head to the side ignoring my command. "So what? You're a few years and a thousand miles too late."

Gently, I grab her jaw and guide her line of sight back to mine. Our eyes lock as I tenderly brush my lips over hers. "Oh no, Princess, our journey has just begun."

Slowly my hands reach up cupping her delicate face. Her skin is so soft and so cool against my calloused and warm hands. Her eyes widen as my thumbs caress her cheeks. My golden eyes lock with hers as I slowly eliminate the inches between our lips. Crack! My head snaps to the side quickly as I feel the sting of her small hand imprinted upon my cheek. I smile and turn my head back to her.

"You were lucky enough to kiss me once, I don't recommend trying that again."

"Good girl. Come on we have work to do." Unceremoniously, I grab Serena's wrist and drag her to her feet.

"Where are we going, psychopath?"

"We are going to get your life straightened out." Turning, I begin walking dragging the reluctant girl behind me. Suddenly she stops. I turn around to see what's wrong and I see Serena's face has gone white.

"I know you." She states in shock.

"So you remember me now." I look deep into her eyes as a realization dawns on me. "You remember but do you understand?" Pausing a moment, still looking into her eyes, I answer my own question "No, I don't think you do. Come there is much to talk about."

Picking up the obviously distraught girl I walk towards the park entrance. I can't believe how troubled she seems. Nothing like before. She was supposed to be protected. I knew I was late in finding her but I didn't know it was this bad. Her mother would have my head for this, that is if she were still living.

"Where do you think you are taking me?" Her voice startles me from my reverie. I pause a moment to put my self in her position. I guess I should at least tell her that.

"We are going to my apartment to talk. Don't even pretend you aren't going because you are. You know you can trust me. You might not know why but all will be explained in time."

She turned her head to look at me as I say this. I can see the shock written on her face. She may not admit it but she knows I'm right. I give her a reassuring smile, I know the night will be a long and difficult one on her. I am not looking forward to telling her everything.