Right OK. I got bored of just having Debts as my only current Sailor Moon fic, so hell yeah! Here's Hidden Truths guys :)
I have another poll up now, the choices are, two of our previous contestants (don't ask why I'm typing this, I have NO idea :D); Juuban and Dance With The Devil! But we have another story! Yes, it's called, Kidnapping Hearts … yes :)
Interesting?
Probably not.
Disclaimer; I do not own sailor moon, BUT I do own an Eddie Izzard DVD, which I'm watching right now :)
"I should have known better not to wait around."
Forever The Sickest Kids.
Prologue
Beautiful, midnight blue eyes were saddened; Darien Shields was sulking. He didn't want to move to London! He looked outside of the car window, his eyes meeting snow and old, bleak, lanky houses. The streets were grim, and looked traditionally British.
Something that he had always hated.
Everything seemed grey and black, with tall, metal gas lamps and a single red post box, he almost groaned in annoyance at the sight of an old woman walking her poodle.
How typical of London.
He remembered when his mother had told him that he would be leaving Birmingham to move to London, his heart fell to his stomach.
Everything stopped, and for those two months, he had been looking outside of his window, looking at the slight sun that he was so used to.
He had always loved where he lived.
But of course … his father would have some other prerogative on his mind.
Darien looked over to his mother and sighed quietly, she always went along with his father's crazy plans; she was still in love with him. Well, damn her.
He clenched his jaw and he watched as they pulled into a driveway. The damn house was tall, just like every other damn house on the damn road, but detached from the rest. With a long drive that was covered in gravel, a small green area that had one single willow tree in the middle, greenery around the edge of the stone walls. Well, at least he was cut off from the Londoners.
Darien frowned as he got out of the car. Pathetic non-sticking snow fell onto his shoulders, making him shiver as it landed on his face, messing with his raven hair. He smiled a fake smile to his mother and followed her to the front door, gravel crunching beneath his feet being the only sound.
"Looking forward to school?" his mother; Victoria asked absent mindedly as she fumbled in her black leather bag for a key. Her black hair travelled down her back from the sleek black pony tail it was kept in. Green eyes flashed towards her only son, a generous smile on her full lips. It was easy to see where Darien had developed his good looks from.
"Extremely," Darien muttered, sarcastically.
"That's the spirit," Victoria mumbled, shaking her head and opening the door.
"Tell me about it," Darien whispered, walking in after her and shutting the door behind himself. "Did father set everything up for us?" he asked.
"Looks like it," Victoria muttered, glancing around the room before taking off her coat.
"Can I not buy myself a house back in the city?" Darien asked.
"No, you have to finish your education here. You're already enrolled," Victoria said sharply, heading into the kitchen.
Darien took in his surroundings, he was stood in a hall, white and black decorations adorning a glass table with a cordless phone on it, along with mints? He didn't live in a restaurant did he?
Why was he there? He hated London. His Father knew that!
Muttering profanities under his breath, Darien walked into a front room. White and black, again. A wide screen television was on the wall, a coffee table in between the black leather couches. But this time, a family picture hung above the (you guessed it) black marble fireplace.
It was from when Darien was little, around five. He was sitting next to a piano (which he had been forced to go to lessons for by his mother), his mother was stood behind him, with his father on his other side, a 'reassuring' hand on his shoulder.
The day of that picture, Darien had been picked up hours earlier from school by his rushing mother, and sat in a car for five hours travelling across the country, for one lousy photo that he despised. That was the second time he had ever seen his father.
Yes, he had been forever hearing of this amazing man, with eyes just like Darien's but brown hair, but he had never shown himself to be amazing; because he was never around.
Ring, ring, ring!
The monotone doorbell rang and with it, Darien fell out of his memories and blinked twice, looking towards the door he had just come through.
"Dare, can you get that?" his mother shouted from the kitchen.
Darien groaned and left the front room, dragging himself towards the front door.
When he swung it open, he was amazed. A flustered school girl stood before him, a pile of leaflets or invitations in her rather fragile looking hands.
"Hello?" he asked, looking at her carefully.
"Hi!" she welcomed, smiling. "My mum wanted to invite you to the block party we're having the day after tomorrow. So Friday, I guess," she said, "it's sort of a tradition around here so..."
His eyes were trailing up her. Her long, creamy, legs, adorned with feminine curves , her tiny waist, and her tiny hands that were delicately holding the leaflets. Her face was that of a fallen angel's. Her pert, rosy lips; cute, button nose; bright blue eyes that were swimming with undiscovered secrets.
Great, Darien thought uncontrollably. Now I'm a poet. He smiled at her in response.
"Um, you see I don't really know anyone," he said awkwardly.
"You'll know me," she said, smiling sweetly. "And it's not as if I'd leave you on your own." She looked at him straight in the eyes.
"Um – what's your name?" Darien asked.
The girl smiled happily again. "I'm Serena," she said smoothly. "Yourself?"
"Darien," he told her. "You have the most unusual hair you know," He looked at the two buns on her head with a lopsided smile.
"It's my mothers style," she said plainly, shrugging. "Oh yeah, what school are you going to?" she asked.
"Um … I think it's called-" he frowned in concentration, "-Queen's Gate or something?"
"Are you sure?" Serena asked.
Darien shook his head.
"Good, cause that's a girl's school," Serena said, grinning.
Darien felt the heat rise at the top of his cheekbones. "That may be where my cousin goes then..."
Serena laughed slightly, making Darien come back from his embarrassment. "Yes, probably. Are you going to a mixed school?"
Darien nodded slowly.
"St. Lewis's then," Serena said, "my school," she added with a smirk.
"So I'll see you there?" he asked, a glimmer of hope in his mind.
"You will," Serena confirmed. "I got to go anyway, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, see you around Meatball Head," Darien smirked with pride in thinking of the nickname.
Serena frowned, her eyebrow rising. "Whatever, you better come to the party now," she drawled, beginning to walk away. "I'll see you around, Jerkface," she called back, smiling deviously.
Darien's smirk stayed on his face as she continued to the gate.
Maybe London wouldn't be so bad.
AN: yes? No? Review? :) x
Niamh ^_^
