Title: Fame – Part 1
Part: 1/?
Rating: PG13, in-case anyone doesn't like a few cusses.
Genre: Alternate Universe
AN: Okay, this is my first Sailor Moon fanfic, and it's a AU, as said above.
This will be my first multi-parter, and I'll try my hardest to keep the parts coming.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Mot Nine, Not Mine, Otn Inem, Tno Nemi, Not Emin, NOT MINE!!!
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Darien's life, as far as he was concerned was going downhill, fast. To everyone else he has the perfect life: Fame, on his Breakfast Show on Radio, a TV contract to co-host a new talk show, a beautiful model girlfriend, thousands of screaming female fans and he's working with the beautiful Serena Carter on his radio spot.
She was what was causing his life to go downhill faster than an elephant on a vertical ski slope. He still remembers when he first met her, her first day at work.
The fashion show around him fades away as he remembers that day, in crystal clear clarity.
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He was stepping into the elevator, to go up to his radio booth to begin his show, when he was knocked over from behind and fell to the floor. He had no idea who the assailant was, and all he could see of the strange person was a streamer of golden hair and a blonde – MEATBALL!?!
He turned to Andrew, his sound mixer and best friend since forever, and did something Darien never did; screamed and cursed.
"KUSO!!! Who the HELL was that!?!?!"
Andrew had then grabbed him by the arm and dragged him up the stairs, trying to placate him before the show.
"I think she's the new weathergirl, and really, Darien, cursing in Japanese?!? I thought you gave up Japanese and cursing after that exchange trip when you were 18!"
"Andrew, I'm only 21!" Darien interjected as his best friend talked on.
Soon they had reached the booth, and a now calm Darien was five minutes into his show, and on a talking segment. As he was about to read out the weather, due to the absence of the clumsy new weathergirl, She walked in.
A vision in a pink tank-top and blue jeans, with long golden hair done up in 2 meatballs on her head, with long streamers of silky hair flowing out of the meatballs, and luminous blue eyes, so unlike his own deep sapphire ones.
As she neared Darien's desk he said, into his microphone, "It looks like the clumsy new weathergirl is finally here"
At which point the 'weathergirl' grabbed the other microphone, slammed her hand on the button to let her microphone broadcast and perfectly calmly said, in a charming voice,
"Weathergirl my ass, Mr Shields. I'm Serena Carter, your new co-host."
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He still remembers the exact words that devil in an angel costume had said to him, with beyond crystal clear clarity.
That was the day his life had decided to turn into an elephant, climb onto those ski's and ski down that vertical slope.
Little did he know that life was planning an even quicker way down for Darien, via an elephant, a pair of ski's, a cliff, one Serena Carter, a certain TV appearance and one little kiss.