UNADULTERATED
Chapter 1: Unfounded
by aircompass
I will not write without R&R :) Pleeeeeease tell me what
you think :)
DISCLAIMER: i don't own anything, i just wrote this story :)
Basically, SailorMoon and it's characters don't belong to me.
THIS IS A PARALLEL UNIVERSE FIC :)
He attacked the keyboard furiously, like a madman. His eyes blazed and
his fingers danced across the keys as he finished the first draft of his
newest script.
"Done." he proclaimed with finality, and pulled away from the screen. It
was 2 am. Sighing, he ran a hand through his already tousled black
hair and rubbed his nose lightly. Rereading the finished draft, Darien
Collins smiled in satisfaction.
Sighing, he set aside his glasses. Peace was good.
He rarely had such perfect moment. He had a pandemonium of voices
constantly haunting him, inside and out. He was Darien Collins after all.
The catch of the century, media had proclaimed.
He'd written his first award-winning screenplay at nineteen for a class
in college. He dug it up when he was twenty-one for lack of ideas when
he was working for a movie studio. The movie studio drank it up, made
a movie, and he won an award for the script. He received large amounts
of money to write and write. So he did, and the movie they made won
an award. After that, Darien told the studio he was burnt-out and wanted
to leave. They gave him a vacation and another large deposit to his
bank account. At twenty-three, he teamed up with his best friend Andrew
Jennings and began their own production company. Now he was
twenty-six, successful, rich and...women wanted him.
Women ran after him because of what he was. Like cows to a new
pasture, he thought in disgust. Amy, his cousin who he considered a
sister, had creatively summed it up for him.
"They see you as this huge present for womankind, without a name
on the tag. They want to have you for themselves, and why not? No
one has unwrapped you yet. They want to unwrap you, Dare, to let their
fingers run through your silky, ebony hair and gaze into your stormy
grey-blue eyes, spend all your money...maybe make them famous."
Darien remembered being so frustrated by this that he refused to
venture out into the nightlife on his birthday that year.
And so he sat, a morose, brooding figure on the couch. And he just
could not understand what had brought him to this moment. In a room.
ALONE. Damn it, he cursed inwardly. Darien sighed and went up to
get ready for bed. He wanted someone to actually be there, waiting
for him to turn in and rest. Not a woman to sleep with. That wasn't his
problem. After all, he could always go to the seedy side of town and pay
for sex. Maybe take the women who threw themselves at him up on their
offers. But it wasn't that.
He wanted to be loved.
The slim girl danced across the floor. Her shadows licked the wooden
floor, her reflection gracefully skimming across the mirrors like water.
Serena Willis smiled proudly as she painted the last of the wood. Finally,
she signed her name at the corner of the mirror, placed just so that it
looked as if it belonged there. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she looked
over the painting rapturously.
"Done." she whispered, not wanting to disturb her students as they
worked. Serena looked around the art studio, happy to see the awkward
teenagers sketching eagerly, but the sadness of the moment overtaking
her. It was always like this after painting. Her heart would be heavy with
grief and a weariness broke over he like a wave. Serena had grown to
mask this odd pain from most everyone except those who had known her
the longest.
Serena Kristin Willis had been born an artist. Now twenty-three, she'd
been teaching art/art history at a private all-girls school for two years. Also
the school's drama department's art director, and she gave art classes to
children at the children's museum, saturday mornings. Though not tortured,
she had a passion to make the world beautiful, and she was successful at
that in her own right. She even looked the part.
The bell rang rudely through the studio. The class groaned.
"All right girls, before you complain..." she said smiling. "Take your
sketchpads home with you and finish the four designs. Next time we meet,
bring them and we'll talk about what you're going to do with them."
Chatter filled the room, as the girls expressed their thanks and filed out.
Serena said her welcomes and began to put her things together.
"You've outdone yourself again, Rena." a voice said warmly behind her.
She turned around, a soft smile on her lips.
"Thanks Mina." she said. Mina was actually Carmina Jennings, Serena's
roommate. They'd met each other once, and had never left each other's
side since. Their nicknames Rena and Mina were childhood gifts, and
it had stuck since then. Sisters at heart and first cousins by blood, they had a
solid girlish friendship that had been through hell and high water. This
friendship included two others, but you will meet them later. They'd made
plans to meet for dinner and a movie.
They drove back to their warm studio apartment, 10 minutes away from the
school, Mina singing to Green Day and Serena staring out the window.
Mina was an actress/model, her resume filled with commercials, ads and
small supporting parts. When they were younger, strangers mistook them to
be twins. For cousins, they had astonishingly similar features. Mina's long
hair was a pale, pale blonde, like corn in the fields. Her pale blue eyes were
the color of a summer morning. Her features were more defined, sharper
than Serena's, causing her to be immediately noticable. She also possessed
truly dangerous curves and natural slightly tan skin. Mina's all-over mystique
shrouded by her romantic, dramatic nature caught attention quickly, leading
her into an endless string of boyfriends. In truth, Mina said, she was only looking
for that MAN. When she found him, Mina proclaimed it would all stop.
Serena's physical appearance was a softer version of Mina. Mina tended to
look saucier, and Serena tended to be overshadowed. Not that she had ever
minded much. She was really very comfortable with herself and only cared
that she was happy. As Mina worked out twice a week, Serena merely joined
in the morning runs. They watched what they ate, but ate what they liked.
Serena's hair was a warm golden blonde, with natural sun kissed platinum
blondish-streaks. It was an odd color, but for the artist that she was, it worked.
Her large eyes were a soft cerulean, darker than Mina's sky blue. She was fair
skinned, a creamy pale color, never really tanning, just reddening a little. A light
sprinkle of freckles dusted the bridge of her nose. Mina tended to look
smooth,cool and graceful. Serena looked sweet, and was more relaxed.
She had complained teasingly to Mina once. Serena was about an inch shorter,
and Mina had larger breasts. Because of her pale skin, little hands and small
bones, she appeared...delicate. Mina had laughed good naturedly and they had
leaned in for a hug. Mina had seen through her light tones, at the time, Serena
had been feeling lonely.
"A hug won't solve this frustration, Mina." Serena had joked.
"I love you too, girl!!!" Mina had said warmly. "Because you're you."
Serena had never forgotten that moment. It was a constant reassurance when
she felt down and it was a spurt of beauty. Serena always kept those close to her
heart. It was terribly important for her to have it there.
Parking the car, the two girls slipped out and headed up to their apartment.
END Chapter 1 :)
Chapter 1: Unfounded
by aircompass
I will not write without R&R :) Pleeeeeease tell me what
you think :)
DISCLAIMER: i don't own anything, i just wrote this story :)
Basically, SailorMoon and it's characters don't belong to me.
THIS IS A PARALLEL UNIVERSE FIC :)
He attacked the keyboard furiously, like a madman. His eyes blazed and
his fingers danced across the keys as he finished the first draft of his
newest script.
"Done." he proclaimed with finality, and pulled away from the screen. It
was 2 am. Sighing, he ran a hand through his already tousled black
hair and rubbed his nose lightly. Rereading the finished draft, Darien
Collins smiled in satisfaction.
Sighing, he set aside his glasses. Peace was good.
He rarely had such perfect moment. He had a pandemonium of voices
constantly haunting him, inside and out. He was Darien Collins after all.
The catch of the century, media had proclaimed.
He'd written his first award-winning screenplay at nineteen for a class
in college. He dug it up when he was twenty-one for lack of ideas when
he was working for a movie studio. The movie studio drank it up, made
a movie, and he won an award for the script. He received large amounts
of money to write and write. So he did, and the movie they made won
an award. After that, Darien told the studio he was burnt-out and wanted
to leave. They gave him a vacation and another large deposit to his
bank account. At twenty-three, he teamed up with his best friend Andrew
Jennings and began their own production company. Now he was
twenty-six, successful, rich and...women wanted him.
Women ran after him because of what he was. Like cows to a new
pasture, he thought in disgust. Amy, his cousin who he considered a
sister, had creatively summed it up for him.
"They see you as this huge present for womankind, without a name
on the tag. They want to have you for themselves, and why not? No
one has unwrapped you yet. They want to unwrap you, Dare, to let their
fingers run through your silky, ebony hair and gaze into your stormy
grey-blue eyes, spend all your money...maybe make them famous."
Darien remembered being so frustrated by this that he refused to
venture out into the nightlife on his birthday that year.
And so he sat, a morose, brooding figure on the couch. And he just
could not understand what had brought him to this moment. In a room.
ALONE. Damn it, he cursed inwardly. Darien sighed and went up to
get ready for bed. He wanted someone to actually be there, waiting
for him to turn in and rest. Not a woman to sleep with. That wasn't his
problem. After all, he could always go to the seedy side of town and pay
for sex. Maybe take the women who threw themselves at him up on their
offers. But it wasn't that.
He wanted to be loved.
The slim girl danced across the floor. Her shadows licked the wooden
floor, her reflection gracefully skimming across the mirrors like water.
Serena Willis smiled proudly as she painted the last of the wood. Finally,
she signed her name at the corner of the mirror, placed just so that it
looked as if it belonged there. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she looked
over the painting rapturously.
"Done." she whispered, not wanting to disturb her students as they
worked. Serena looked around the art studio, happy to see the awkward
teenagers sketching eagerly, but the sadness of the moment overtaking
her. It was always like this after painting. Her heart would be heavy with
grief and a weariness broke over he like a wave. Serena had grown to
mask this odd pain from most everyone except those who had known her
the longest.
Serena Kristin Willis had been born an artist. Now twenty-three, she'd
been teaching art/art history at a private all-girls school for two years. Also
the school's drama department's art director, and she gave art classes to
children at the children's museum, saturday mornings. Though not tortured,
she had a passion to make the world beautiful, and she was successful at
that in her own right. She even looked the part.
The bell rang rudely through the studio. The class groaned.
"All right girls, before you complain..." she said smiling. "Take your
sketchpads home with you and finish the four designs. Next time we meet,
bring them and we'll talk about what you're going to do with them."
Chatter filled the room, as the girls expressed their thanks and filed out.
Serena said her welcomes and began to put her things together.
"You've outdone yourself again, Rena." a voice said warmly behind her.
She turned around, a soft smile on her lips.
"Thanks Mina." she said. Mina was actually Carmina Jennings, Serena's
roommate. They'd met each other once, and had never left each other's
side since. Their nicknames Rena and Mina were childhood gifts, and
it had stuck since then. Sisters at heart and first cousins by blood, they had a
solid girlish friendship that had been through hell and high water. This
friendship included two others, but you will meet them later. They'd made
plans to meet for dinner and a movie.
They drove back to their warm studio apartment, 10 minutes away from the
school, Mina singing to Green Day and Serena staring out the window.
Mina was an actress/model, her resume filled with commercials, ads and
small supporting parts. When they were younger, strangers mistook them to
be twins. For cousins, they had astonishingly similar features. Mina's long
hair was a pale, pale blonde, like corn in the fields. Her pale blue eyes were
the color of a summer morning. Her features were more defined, sharper
than Serena's, causing her to be immediately noticable. She also possessed
truly dangerous curves and natural slightly tan skin. Mina's all-over mystique
shrouded by her romantic, dramatic nature caught attention quickly, leading
her into an endless string of boyfriends. In truth, Mina said, she was only looking
for that MAN. When she found him, Mina proclaimed it would all stop.
Serena's physical appearance was a softer version of Mina. Mina tended to
look saucier, and Serena tended to be overshadowed. Not that she had ever
minded much. She was really very comfortable with herself and only cared
that she was happy. As Mina worked out twice a week, Serena merely joined
in the morning runs. They watched what they ate, but ate what they liked.
Serena's hair was a warm golden blonde, with natural sun kissed platinum
blondish-streaks. It was an odd color, but for the artist that she was, it worked.
Her large eyes were a soft cerulean, darker than Mina's sky blue. She was fair
skinned, a creamy pale color, never really tanning, just reddening a little. A light
sprinkle of freckles dusted the bridge of her nose. Mina tended to look
smooth,cool and graceful. Serena looked sweet, and was more relaxed.
She had complained teasingly to Mina once. Serena was about an inch shorter,
and Mina had larger breasts. Because of her pale skin, little hands and small
bones, she appeared...delicate. Mina had laughed good naturedly and they had
leaned in for a hug. Mina had seen through her light tones, at the time, Serena
had been feeling lonely.
"A hug won't solve this frustration, Mina." Serena had joked.
"I love you too, girl!!!" Mina had said warmly. "Because you're you."
Serena had never forgotten that moment. It was a constant reassurance when
she felt down and it was a spurt of beauty. Serena always kept those close to her
heart. It was terribly important for her to have it there.
Parking the car, the two girls slipped out and headed up to their apartment.
END Chapter 1 :)