Hello everyone! und in case you've never heard of me before. I like going into universes and twisting their reality and seeing the reactions of the viewers, and I have not seen Sailor Moon since I was a kid and I do not plan to re-watch the series until the new edition is available. For me, Serena did just way too many things that embarrassed me due to me being near-teenage years. That klutz's actions (soon to be followed by voice and crappy animation) scared me. Hopefully the producers at least dub the first couple of seasons better and with the same voice actor because I actually liked the second voice that was used for Serena. But moving on to warping reality, I hope you all at least enjoy the story.
The early morning light filtered through the pale shades, falling straight onto an empty, well-made bed. The table next to the bed held a small lamp and an alarm clock with red digits glowing at 6:45 am. The room itself was pristine and white with pale oaken floors, a green rug spread over it and on top of it was a pine table spread with papers, a portable printer, a few textbooks left open, pens and pencils scattered around and a humming computer. The open screen shone a white light on a young girl with short-cropped brown-blonde hair, a pair of ice-blue eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses and a pencil tucked behind her ear as she munched on a slice of toast with scrambled egg on top. She was dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt and a pair of dark blue flannel pants as she read over the paper in her hand.
The girl sighed as she put the paper down, being extra careful to avoid any wrinkles appearing in the sheets. She lay back into the green cushions and rubbed her eyes under her glasses. A small smile appeared on her face as she finished off her breakfast and popped her neck.
"Finished Morgan?" The girl chuckled as a mug of a good steaming drink was offered to her. She nodded her thanks and took a sip as the hand placed itself on her shoulder. Morgan reached up and gripped the hand, catching a black sleeve as she did. She put the drink down on a few old papers and moved over on the couch, making room for the man beside her to sit. She snuggled against his chest as he wrapped his free arm around her tiny form. Morgan pulled herself to sit in his khaki-covered lap as she wrapped her arms around the neck and thick shoulders, small pieces of black hair tickling her fingertips as she did.
"At last. And three days before it's due," she said with a sigh of relief. A pair of lips pressed against her forehead and she looked up into a pair of ocean-blue eyes almost hidden by black bangs. She pressed her lips to his and reclined against his shoulder.
"Don't you have a class today though?" Morgan let out a small snarl.
"Do you have to?! Honestly Darien, you're terrible!" she said as she stood up and playfully slapped his shoulder, receiving a chuckle from the man for her actions. "And yes, I do." With that, she spun on her heel and vanished into the bathroom, leaving Darien alone on the couch.
"So you feel you did alright?" Darien asked as he and Morgan made their way down the street, the afternoon sun already beginning to make the temperature rise to a nearly uncomfortable level. Morgan had changed out of her pajamas and into a black t-shirt, a pair of nice khaki pants and a pair of slim tan pumps. She had one arm wrapped around Darien's arm, now covered with a pea-green sleeve from his jacket, and the other hand held a black briefcase.
Morgan nodded with a sigh. "That professor though... he seems to relish in the suffering of his students!"
"I've told you that you should drop a triple major and just go for a double," Darien said as he repositioned his sunglasses a little higher on his nose.
"And be a quitter?! No way!" Darien came to a stop and spun Morgan around to face him, keeping her in place with a grip on her hips.
"Maybe it's not quitting, just making more time for something better?" he offered. Morgan giggled before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"I'll be making plenty of time once school is over for me," she said as she took his hand and pulled him past another store just as the doors opened, letting a customer out and the shouts of probably dozens of women. Morgan raised an eyebrow at the store before shaking her head and turning away just in time for a wadded up piece of paper to hit her right in the head. "Mm?" Darien snapped around at the person who'd thrown the paper.
"Hey watch it Meatball Head!" he snapped. Morgan sighed as she bent down and picked up the projectile as an apology came their way. Carefully, she unfolded the paper and saw a bright 30 written in red at the top.
"A 30? Unbelievable!" A yelp came from the blue-eyed, blonde girl who looked positively mortified at the idea of two strangers seeing her test score.
"Are you stupid or just incredibly lazy?" Darien asked as he held the paper in between his thumb and forefinger. The girl huffed angrily before she snatched the paper away, revealing the name on the top, "Serena".
"How dare you! Give me that!" Morgan chuckled as she took a look at the store Serena had come from; a jewelry store. She turned back to Serena as Darien removed his sunglasses.
"What a jerk! How dare he call me a meatball head! Still..."Serena turned back to the couple. "He sure is cute." Morgan shook her head.
"Something about that girl," Darien muttered under his breath as they headed back down the street.
"What?" Darien shook his head.
"It's nothing." Morgan shrugged.
"If you insist," she said as she laid her head on Darien's shoulder.
BZ: Okay...Was that okay? At least for a first chapter? And one more thing we have another character to meet. Please review.