Welcome to my first (sorta) attempt at writing
a fanfic. This is my first submission, and I
hope you like it. E-mail me and tell me what you
think, kay? Oh yeah, my e-mail address is
. Please, PLEASE e-mail me!!!. This
stars our (or at least my) all time favorite couple,
Darien/Mamoru and Serena/Usagi. I'm
using dubbed names, because that was what I
originally wrote it in. There are some
somewhat different circumstances behind my so-called
'first fanfic.' You see, I'm kinda
writing this from memory, since I lost this fic
in the black hole called my desk, which was
originally my first (not my desk, the fic!). Standard
disclaimer, Which is to say, I don't
own Sailor moon,other people do (shucks!). I would
also like to say that the biggest
influence on this workhas to be Jennifer Wand,
and that I got the idea for this fanfic while
reading her 'She Loves Me,' but it does not take
off her story, it just happens in the same
time frame, sortof. The plot was my idea, and out
of all the fics I've read this one hasn't
been used. I would like to thank my best bud, Betsy,
for doing this whole page, ain't she
great?^_^ I couldn't have done it without her,
defineitely.
Right, so on with the show!!
P.S. You might find that I mix English
and Japanese terms, ex: meatball head and odango
atama might both be used!!! Thanx
The Locket, By Lauren Mallory
* * *
Serena Tsukino walked softly through
the streets of the Juuban District of Tokyo,
as if afraid to wake the people who were sleeping,
like any sane, normal human, at one in the morning.
She hadn't gone home yet, she had been in a battle
earlier, a battle over a crystal, and over Peggy Jones.
The petite girl wondered just what the big deal
about these crystals were. They came in ugly colors and
bulky cuts. Molly's mother had much nicer things in the
OSAP jewelry store! Serena looked up at the moon, with
disgust apparent on her face, as if hoping the moon would
agree with her. It did not. Only the stars twinkled their
understanding of her assessment.
'Oh, yes' Serena thought. 'That other thing had
happened tonight, too.' She'd been trying not to think
of that. What is with Tuxedo Mask any way? Jeez, he
acted like a total jerk tonight, and she had even saved
his life. She did have other things to do, other places
to be right then, like saving Peggy. Just who did he think he was!
'He ought to know that those crystals belong
to the Sailors!' No, she realized that wasn't really
what bothered her. What bothered her was his coldness,
his frigid as ice demeanor. 'Maybe he is our enemy.'
she thought, then shook her head, her pigtails swinging
out in a wide arc about her sweet face. He had saved
her so many times, it just couldn't be.
Serena sighed, and pulled out a bright object
from her pocket. The Locket lid sailed smoothly open,
and a somehow familiar melody poured out. She sniffled
and swiped the sleeve of her shirt across her eyelids,
brushing away some stray tears. She hated being so
emotional about life. It wasn't fair, why did things
have to effect her so much? Serena got the feeling that
she would never really know, but in that moment, she
didn't want to.
Once again, for the millionth time that night
she thought about the mysterious male super hero in
a tux and, more importantly, mask. Why couldn't he be
nice about it? She understood his need to have the
crystals, he'd vaguely explained them, but why didn't
he just say; 'I wish I could, but I need them, to
understand...' Or at least something like that. Why
did he even give her the Locket? She slowly recalled
what he had said, her mind fuzzy with growing sleepiness.
"You keep it, I'll probably just lose it again"
Serena sniffed. "gee, thanks," she said out loud,
sarcastically announcing her feelings to the street four
blocks from home. Serena nearly jumped five feet up in the
air when she heard a bored yawn from behind her.
"For what, meatball head?"
Serena pivoted on her right foot, miraculously not
falling on the cold pavement. Great, Darien. What was the
jerk doing out here at this time of night?
"What are you doing out at one in the morning?" He
asked, tiredly curious. He looked around and over her shoulder,
as if looking for a person or reason that Serena would be out
here for, when she obviously loved to sleep so much.
"Maybe the same thing as you, Chiba." She awnsered
suspiciously, doing much the same thing he had been doing
seconds earlier, checking his surroundings.
Darien smiled faintly. "I very much doubt that, odango."
Serena huffed and turned away, refusing to acknowledge
his nickname for her. Darien laughed.
"Meeting someone under the moon light, Serena?"
For some reason he found this incredibly funny (probably
the fact that it was ONE in the morning helped). Darien
burst out laughing, holding his stomach.
Serena just eyed him wearily. She'd never seen
him laugh this hard, wait, no, scratch that, she'd never
seen him laugh at ALL! "What have YOU been smoking?"
Darien stopped laughing, but still retained a small
smile. "Nothing, I swear!"
"Um-hm. So what are you really doing out here?"
"You know, I'm in college, and you are in Middle
School, you live with your parents, and you're-well- really
young, so I think the question is more why you are out this
late-uh, early, whatever," he said, carefully, strategically
side-stepping the question.
"Maybe you're right," Serena said somewhat snobbishly.
"Maybe I'm meeting someone."
"um-hm," Darien said, mimicking Serena.
Immediately she was on the defensive. "You don't believe me?"
She asked. When he irritatingly shook his handsome face negatively,
and smiled charmingly, though Serena didn't notice. "Well I am, and
he-he-he gave me a gift, yeah!" Instantly Serena remembered the
locket, the cold personality, the warning...and was once again caught
with shining eyes, only this time, rather than being caught by herself,
she was caught by Darien Chiba.
"Are you crying?" He asked, and amazingly enough, it was kind.
His voice was soft, low, soothing. Serena shook her head in
embarrassment, then turned away from his (goodness knows why)
concerned face. She stared upward, at the night sky, not only with the hope that
gravity would keep the tears from spilling over, but
wishing that she could drawstrength from her patron,
the rocky, silver moon. Oddly enough it helped, or maybe
not so oddly.
Darien saw the shine leave her eyes after a second
of looking up at the bright gray orb, after he took a
step forward to look at her profile as she placed her gaze
on the heavens. Suddenly he was embarrassed at his action,
and backed away, hoping she hadn't
noticed. He had consciously noted, or allowed himself to
finally admit, that she was a looker, when she wasn't klutzing
out. That had been earlier, at Lonny's, er, Peggy's place.
For some odd reason he had thought about that a lot yesterday.
Really, even when he was fighting for the crystal with Zoicite,
he had even thought that Sailor Moon looked a lot like
Serena, both of them possessing an innocent and pure beauty.
He imagined that the princess in his dreams had this angelic
quality, but in his dream he only felt a powerful
love enter his body.
"No, I'm fine." Serena smiled over her shoulder
at the tall ebony-haired man, and turned to face him
once again, and for some odd reason, she was glad he
was there, glad that she wasn't alone.
"You sure?" He asked, trying not to sound too
concerned. It kind of ate at him that he cared. Why
should he? 'Well, for one, usually when she crys it's
a VERY loud announcement to the whole world. Eardrum,
popping, brain shatteringly loud. This, she tried to hide'
Darien mused. 'So? she's learning to be subtle!' 'Whatever
you want to think...' Darien had this, lets say,
interesting, conversation with himself in a matter of a
second, maybe less, but Serena still stared at him like he was odd.
"What?"
"You are odd," She decreed, in a very solemn and serious manner.
"wha..."
Instead of awnsering Serena smiled at
his confused face, and tried not to giggle. Darien shook
his head in wonder, one minute crying, the next smiling.
He sort of felt like putting his arms around her, and
smiling with her at this joke he didn't get. It reminded
him of when he gets those weird urges to yell, really loud,
right in the middle of a concert or at a big function.
Darien shook his head in amusement at himself.
"So," he asked, "What's this gift?"
Serena immediately sobered up, and Darien mentally
kicked himself for asking the question.
"Well...it wasn't really a gift, I just found it,
and then he said I could keep it."
"Yeah." It was kind of like the 'gift' he had given
Sailor Moon. Darien was still wondering why she almost
cried, and it was really bugging him. He didn't want
Serena to be sad, it just wasn't like her. If she was sad
it would upset his whole perception of the word. 'woah,
where did that come from?'
"Did this guy do something to make you cry?" he
asked, unable to keep the question to himself. He felt
very protective of her, for some reason. If he had to he
would try to make it all better.
Serena stared at him, surprised. "Why should I tell
you?" she asked, but before Darien even shrugged his shoulders
she spoke again. "Yeah, he hurt me," she said simply. Darien
was mad, but didn't show it, though Serena unconsciously picked up on it.
"How?" he asked.
"He was just...mean. I dunno why. He gave me this but
denied me something else," she said ambiguously, and shrugged,
trying once again not to cry. It wasn't as hard to stop the tears
this time. 'maybe,' she thought, 'it's helping me to talk to
someone.' She knew, though, that it wasn't that she was getting
this information off her chest, but that the person she was talking
to made Tuxedo Mask seem...not worthwhile.
Darien shivered, part from the cold, but part from wondering
if Sailor Moon felt this way, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
"Are you going to see him again?" He asked.
"undoubtedly, but I don't know if I can trust him," she said bluntly.
"I'm don't even know if I want his gift. It hurts to look at it, to think of
it." Serena turned away,unable to stop the tears this time. She had wanted to
be his friend, maybe more. He had turned away from her, probably not to be
mean, she realized, but because wanted something that he knew both of them needed.
"oh," was all Darien said, lost in his own thoughts.
"Were you even listening?" Serena asked, a hint of annoyance lacing her question.
"Yeah, I heard, I was just thinking about something that reminded me of your story."
Serena's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "'Really, what?" she asked.
"Nothing, really."
"Whatever." Serena said, realizing that she would get no more out of him.
Darien placed his hand on her shoulder, and Serena had to keep from jumping. It
felt...nice there.
"You know, Serena, if you ever need anything, just say so, okay?" he asked kindly.
'How weird!' she thought. "Yeah, thanks!" she awnsered, surprised.
They stood side by side for a while staring at the stars before Serena turned to him,
a question on her lips.
"Why are you being so nice, Darien? You're so different tonight."
He smiled at her question, knowing the awnser, but not telling her. "Just because."
"hmm..." Serena mumbled, her hand in her jacket pocket, lightly touching the
star locket, wondering if...
"Darien," Serena said, her voice choked, as if about to weep. "Could you-"
she stopped, unable to keep from crying if she talked.
"Yes?" he said, turning quickly to her not wanting her to cry.
Serena composed herself, and repeated "Could you keep what he gave me, only for a little
bit, until I can look at it and-well- not cry, or feel sad. I know he didn't want to
hurt me, and I don't blame him, but I just don't think I can stand...being around it."
"Yeah, sure" Darien awnsered, though unsure. Unsure if he should let this sweet girl
trust him, as if afraid, for some reason, to allow her to confide in him. Serena breathed a
sigh of relief, and reached into her pocket once again, pulling out something that Darien
couldn't see in the dark, even with the street lights. Serena breathed
a deep breath, then told him to hold out his hand. When he did Serena placed her hand over his,
barely touching his palm with her knuckles.
She let her breath out in a fast 'whoosh,' quickly stood on her tiptoes, kissed his
cheek, and dropped the item onto his outstretched hand. She then ran away, quickly,
before he could react.
Darien brought his empty hand up to his face, touching his cheek where she had lightly
pecked him. He then opened his other hand, feeling the many points and curves of the object
clutched in his fingers. He couldn't see it, so he moved closer to a nearby street
lamp.
Darien saw the item and gasped. The gold star locket he had let Sailor Moon keep.
******
Okay, The End, that's it! Short, I know. I hoped you liked it!
a fanfic. This is my first submission, and I
hope you like it. E-mail me and tell me what you
think, kay? Oh yeah, my e-mail address is
. Please, PLEASE e-mail me!!!. This
stars our (or at least my) all time favorite couple,
Darien/Mamoru and Serena/Usagi. I'm
using dubbed names, because that was what I
originally wrote it in. There are some
somewhat different circumstances behind my so-called
'first fanfic.' You see, I'm kinda
writing this from memory, since I lost this fic
in the black hole called my desk, which was
originally my first (not my desk, the fic!). Standard
disclaimer, Which is to say, I don't
own Sailor moon,other people do (shucks!). I would
also like to say that the biggest
influence on this workhas to be Jennifer Wand,
and that I got the idea for this fanfic while
reading her 'She Loves Me,' but it does not take
off her story, it just happens in the same
time frame, sortof. The plot was my idea, and out
of all the fics I've read this one hasn't
been used. I would like to thank my best bud, Betsy,
for doing this whole page, ain't she
great?^_^ I couldn't have done it without her,
defineitely.
Right, so on with the show!!
P.S. You might find that I mix English
and Japanese terms, ex: meatball head and odango
atama might both be used!!! Thanx
The Locket, By Lauren Mallory
* * *
Serena Tsukino walked softly through
the streets of the Juuban District of Tokyo,
as if afraid to wake the people who were sleeping,
like any sane, normal human, at one in the morning.
She hadn't gone home yet, she had been in a battle
earlier, a battle over a crystal, and over Peggy Jones.
The petite girl wondered just what the big deal
about these crystals were. They came in ugly colors and
bulky cuts. Molly's mother had much nicer things in the
OSAP jewelry store! Serena looked up at the moon, with
disgust apparent on her face, as if hoping the moon would
agree with her. It did not. Only the stars twinkled their
understanding of her assessment.
'Oh, yes' Serena thought. 'That other thing had
happened tonight, too.' She'd been trying not to think
of that. What is with Tuxedo Mask any way? Jeez, he
acted like a total jerk tonight, and she had even saved
his life. She did have other things to do, other places
to be right then, like saving Peggy. Just who did he think he was!
'He ought to know that those crystals belong
to the Sailors!' No, she realized that wasn't really
what bothered her. What bothered her was his coldness,
his frigid as ice demeanor. 'Maybe he is our enemy.'
she thought, then shook her head, her pigtails swinging
out in a wide arc about her sweet face. He had saved
her so many times, it just couldn't be.
Serena sighed, and pulled out a bright object
from her pocket. The Locket lid sailed smoothly open,
and a somehow familiar melody poured out. She sniffled
and swiped the sleeve of her shirt across her eyelids,
brushing away some stray tears. She hated being so
emotional about life. It wasn't fair, why did things
have to effect her so much? Serena got the feeling that
she would never really know, but in that moment, she
didn't want to.
Once again, for the millionth time that night
she thought about the mysterious male super hero in
a tux and, more importantly, mask. Why couldn't he be
nice about it? She understood his need to have the
crystals, he'd vaguely explained them, but why didn't
he just say; 'I wish I could, but I need them, to
understand...' Or at least something like that. Why
did he even give her the Locket? She slowly recalled
what he had said, her mind fuzzy with growing sleepiness.
"You keep it, I'll probably just lose it again"
Serena sniffed. "gee, thanks," she said out loud,
sarcastically announcing her feelings to the street four
blocks from home. Serena nearly jumped five feet up in the
air when she heard a bored yawn from behind her.
"For what, meatball head?"
Serena pivoted on her right foot, miraculously not
falling on the cold pavement. Great, Darien. What was the
jerk doing out here at this time of night?
"What are you doing out at one in the morning?" He
asked, tiredly curious. He looked around and over her shoulder,
as if looking for a person or reason that Serena would be out
here for, when she obviously loved to sleep so much.
"Maybe the same thing as you, Chiba." She awnsered
suspiciously, doing much the same thing he had been doing
seconds earlier, checking his surroundings.
Darien smiled faintly. "I very much doubt that, odango."
Serena huffed and turned away, refusing to acknowledge
his nickname for her. Darien laughed.
"Meeting someone under the moon light, Serena?"
For some reason he found this incredibly funny (probably
the fact that it was ONE in the morning helped). Darien
burst out laughing, holding his stomach.
Serena just eyed him wearily. She'd never seen
him laugh this hard, wait, no, scratch that, she'd never
seen him laugh at ALL! "What have YOU been smoking?"
Darien stopped laughing, but still retained a small
smile. "Nothing, I swear!"
"Um-hm. So what are you really doing out here?"
"You know, I'm in college, and you are in Middle
School, you live with your parents, and you're-well- really
young, so I think the question is more why you are out this
late-uh, early, whatever," he said, carefully, strategically
side-stepping the question.
"Maybe you're right," Serena said somewhat snobbishly.
"Maybe I'm meeting someone."
"um-hm," Darien said, mimicking Serena.
Immediately she was on the defensive. "You don't believe me?"
She asked. When he irritatingly shook his handsome face negatively,
and smiled charmingly, though Serena didn't notice. "Well I am, and
he-he-he gave me a gift, yeah!" Instantly Serena remembered the
locket, the cold personality, the warning...and was once again caught
with shining eyes, only this time, rather than being caught by herself,
she was caught by Darien Chiba.
"Are you crying?" He asked, and amazingly enough, it was kind.
His voice was soft, low, soothing. Serena shook her head in
embarrassment, then turned away from his (goodness knows why)
concerned face. She stared upward, at the night sky, not only with the hope that
gravity would keep the tears from spilling over, but
wishing that she could drawstrength from her patron,
the rocky, silver moon. Oddly enough it helped, or maybe
not so oddly.
Darien saw the shine leave her eyes after a second
of looking up at the bright gray orb, after he took a
step forward to look at her profile as she placed her gaze
on the heavens. Suddenly he was embarrassed at his action,
and backed away, hoping she hadn't
noticed. He had consciously noted, or allowed himself to
finally admit, that she was a looker, when she wasn't klutzing
out. That had been earlier, at Lonny's, er, Peggy's place.
For some odd reason he had thought about that a lot yesterday.
Really, even when he was fighting for the crystal with Zoicite,
he had even thought that Sailor Moon looked a lot like
Serena, both of them possessing an innocent and pure beauty.
He imagined that the princess in his dreams had this angelic
quality, but in his dream he only felt a powerful
love enter his body.
"No, I'm fine." Serena smiled over her shoulder
at the tall ebony-haired man, and turned to face him
once again, and for some odd reason, she was glad he
was there, glad that she wasn't alone.
"You sure?" He asked, trying not to sound too
concerned. It kind of ate at him that he cared. Why
should he? 'Well, for one, usually when she crys it's
a VERY loud announcement to the whole world. Eardrum,
popping, brain shatteringly loud. This, she tried to hide'
Darien mused. 'So? she's learning to be subtle!' 'Whatever
you want to think...' Darien had this, lets say,
interesting, conversation with himself in a matter of a
second, maybe less, but Serena still stared at him like he was odd.
"What?"
"You are odd," She decreed, in a very solemn and serious manner.
"wha..."
Instead of awnsering Serena smiled at
his confused face, and tried not to giggle. Darien shook
his head in wonder, one minute crying, the next smiling.
He sort of felt like putting his arms around her, and
smiling with her at this joke he didn't get. It reminded
him of when he gets those weird urges to yell, really loud,
right in the middle of a concert or at a big function.
Darien shook his head in amusement at himself.
"So," he asked, "What's this gift?"
Serena immediately sobered up, and Darien mentally
kicked himself for asking the question.
"Well...it wasn't really a gift, I just found it,
and then he said I could keep it."
"Yeah." It was kind of like the 'gift' he had given
Sailor Moon. Darien was still wondering why she almost
cried, and it was really bugging him. He didn't want
Serena to be sad, it just wasn't like her. If she was sad
it would upset his whole perception of the word. 'woah,
where did that come from?'
"Did this guy do something to make you cry?" he
asked, unable to keep the question to himself. He felt
very protective of her, for some reason. If he had to he
would try to make it all better.
Serena stared at him, surprised. "Why should I tell
you?" she asked, but before Darien even shrugged his shoulders
she spoke again. "Yeah, he hurt me," she said simply. Darien
was mad, but didn't show it, though Serena unconsciously picked up on it.
"How?" he asked.
"He was just...mean. I dunno why. He gave me this but
denied me something else," she said ambiguously, and shrugged,
trying once again not to cry. It wasn't as hard to stop the tears
this time. 'maybe,' she thought, 'it's helping me to talk to
someone.' She knew, though, that it wasn't that she was getting
this information off her chest, but that the person she was talking
to made Tuxedo Mask seem...not worthwhile.
Darien shivered, part from the cold, but part from wondering
if Sailor Moon felt this way, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
"Are you going to see him again?" He asked.
"undoubtedly, but I don't know if I can trust him," she said bluntly.
"I'm don't even know if I want his gift. It hurts to look at it, to think of
it." Serena turned away,unable to stop the tears this time. She had wanted to
be his friend, maybe more. He had turned away from her, probably not to be
mean, she realized, but because wanted something that he knew both of them needed.
"oh," was all Darien said, lost in his own thoughts.
"Were you even listening?" Serena asked, a hint of annoyance lacing her question.
"Yeah, I heard, I was just thinking about something that reminded me of your story."
Serena's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "'Really, what?" she asked.
"Nothing, really."
"Whatever." Serena said, realizing that she would get no more out of him.
Darien placed his hand on her shoulder, and Serena had to keep from jumping. It
felt...nice there.
"You know, Serena, if you ever need anything, just say so, okay?" he asked kindly.
'How weird!' she thought. "Yeah, thanks!" she awnsered, surprised.
They stood side by side for a while staring at the stars before Serena turned to him,
a question on her lips.
"Why are you being so nice, Darien? You're so different tonight."
He smiled at her question, knowing the awnser, but not telling her. "Just because."
"hmm..." Serena mumbled, her hand in her jacket pocket, lightly touching the
star locket, wondering if...
"Darien," Serena said, her voice choked, as if about to weep. "Could you-"
she stopped, unable to keep from crying if she talked.
"Yes?" he said, turning quickly to her not wanting her to cry.
Serena composed herself, and repeated "Could you keep what he gave me, only for a little
bit, until I can look at it and-well- not cry, or feel sad. I know he didn't want to
hurt me, and I don't blame him, but I just don't think I can stand...being around it."
"Yeah, sure" Darien awnsered, though unsure. Unsure if he should let this sweet girl
trust him, as if afraid, for some reason, to allow her to confide in him. Serena breathed a
sigh of relief, and reached into her pocket once again, pulling out something that Darien
couldn't see in the dark, even with the street lights. Serena breathed
a deep breath, then told him to hold out his hand. When he did Serena placed her hand over his,
barely touching his palm with her knuckles.
She let her breath out in a fast 'whoosh,' quickly stood on her tiptoes, kissed his
cheek, and dropped the item onto his outstretched hand. She then ran away, quickly,
before he could react.
Darien brought his empty hand up to his face, touching his cheek where she had lightly
pecked him. He then opened his other hand, feeling the many points and curves of the object
clutched in his fingers. He couldn't see it, so he moved closer to a nearby street
lamp.
Darien saw the item and gasped. The gold star locket he had let Sailor Moon keep.
******
Okay, The End, that's it! Short, I know. I hoped you liked it!