Chocolate...
by Mitzi
Chapter One
mitzifitz@yahoo.com
Serena is having a seriously bad day, and it doesn't get any better when Darien starts
making fun of her (which is totally unsurprising, I know). So, to get back at him, she
does a very naughty thing with his chocolate bar. Only problem is, now he's...I'm
not going to tell you! I'm evil! Mwahahahah! *Ahem* Sorry, that just popped out.
Author's Notes: Just ta warn ya, I'm really hyper as I'm typing my ans…sorry for the
psychoness! In this, Darien and Andrew are 17, and Serena is 15…Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. That honor falls to Queen Naoko the
wonderful…
* * *
Serena walked slowly down the street, dragging one shoe-clad foot after another
as she gloomily recalled her worse-than-bad day. Four screwed-up assignments, three
failed tests, two scraped knees, and a totally nonexistent lunch! (AN: and a partridge in a
pear tree…) And of course, being Serena, she failed to notice the rather large pole right
in front of her until she whacked into it. Scrambling into a kneeling position, Serena
started spouting apologies to the metal shaft, not bothering to check if it was actually a
person.
"Oh! Pardon me, I wasn't watching where I was-"
"Why are you talking to a pole, Meatball Head?"
She jerked her head up. 'Oh, no, not him! Figures. Terrible day, great pain, and
Darien…Bad luck really does come in threes…*Sigh*' Serena looked up to find Darien
standing above her, hands behind his back and one eyebrow quirked. (AN: isn't quirk a
great word? That and quark, which I always say wrong…)
"Well?"
"Well what? Oh yeah! The pole! Um, see, well, uh, I didn't notice it."
"No shit! Honestly, Meatball, how could you not? And how could you think a cold
piece of metal was a person?"
Serena began a slow burn.
"Well, obviously I thought it was you! I mean, you are as cold as a penguin's butt, so I
figured your personality was just having effects on you physically!"
"Maybe so, but at least I don't have a pasta dish for a hairstyle!"
"Oh, shut up Darien! You know, you're the only person who ever calls me Meatball
Head. You're so mean! You see me walk into a pole, and you don't even ask if I'm all
right! For your information, I have had the world's worst day possible, and seeing you
sure doesn't make it any better!"
"What a pity you feel that way, Meatball, because I don't! A day I miss getting to tease
you automatically becomes unfun."
"Oh well now! Isn't that great? I'm Darien's one source of amusement! Ever heard of
TV, you weirdo?"
"Of course I have. It just doesn't fight back when I insult it."
"Eeeeeeyaaaaaugh! You are impossible!"
Serena, on her feet now with her briefcase clutched to her chest, shoved past Darien and
hurried down the road to the arcade. She could distinctly hear his mocking laughter even
as she entered the crown building. It was only then that she noticed that it was following
her.
"Darien! Are you following me? Great, you've graduated from sadistic entertainment
drawn from teasing young girls to stalking. Could my life POSSIBLEY get any worse?!"
"Hello again to you, too, Meatball. Hey Andrew, 'sup?"
Serena turned to see Andrew leaning against the counter, glaring at Darien.
"Andrew! Oh thank goodness you're here! Make him shut up!"
"Darien, do you think that for one day, you could lay off the teasing?"
"Fine, 'Mom'. And do you want me to say I'm sorry and go sit in the time-out corner,
too?" the dark-haired high schooler drawled sarcastically.
"Wouldn't be a bad idea," Serena mumbled under her breath.
"Pasta."
"Shut up!"
"Tortellini, Ravioli, Macaroni-"
"Shut UP!"
"And who could forget my personal favorite, spaghetti Bolognese, otherwise known as
Spaghetti and Meatballs-"
"SHUT UP!"
Serena, now red-faced with anger, stomped away from the counter and plopped down at
the Sailor V Fighter game. 'Stupid Darien. I'll get him! Somehow, I'll get him…'
Darien watched her go, a slight smile on his sensual lips (AN: not that I know what
sensual lips look like, unfortunately), and turned round to face Andrew. Who was still
glaring at him.
"Ya know, for an educated guy, you sure are dumb sometimes."
"Excuse me?"
"Why are you so mean to her? What horrible thing did she do to deserve this kind of
treatment?"
Darien stared at Andrew, blinking. Then he sighed and leaned his elbows on the counter
top. With shoulders slumped and head bowed, he began to talk
"To tell the truth, I really don't know. I wish I did though (AN: it rhymes!). At first it
was just cause she's cute when she's mad. Now, it's almost like…like an addiction or
something…like she's something I have to have.
*Flashback*
"Oh, shut up Darien! You know, you're the only person who ever calls me Meatball
Head. You're so mean! You see me walk into a pole, and you don't even ask if I'm all
right! For your information, I have had the world's worst day possible, and seeing you
sure doesn't make it any better!"
"What a pity you feel that way, Meatball, because I don't! A day I miss getting to tease
you automatically becomes unfun."
*End Flashback*
Darien sighed again, and slowly raised his eyes to see his friend's now-softened ones
staring back at him.
"Hey Darien, I just remembered about your tests. Did you get the results back yet?"
"Yeah, they're right here. Apparently I'm not allergic to chocolate, I'm allergic to-"
His words were drowned out to all but Andrew's sharp ears as the talk between the pair
was abruptly disturbed by the sarcastic voice of an anonymous arcade patron, and
Andrew mouthed "Later, dude" to Darien as he moved off to serve the customer.
Darien sighed deeply, rubbing his midnight blue eyes tiredly. 'Serena wasn't the only
one having a bad day,' he thought to himself. His boss had been a total bastard all week,
school had been slow torture… and he'd had the allergic reaction- Sighing again, Darien
stood up slowly, and wandered off towards the crane game (in hopes of winning the little
Tuxedo Mask doll).
Serena grumbled again as she watched Darien saunter off into the somewhat crowded
arcade, happy mental images of herself beating him unmercifully with a can of cheez
whiz and him lying on the ground screaming "UNCLE!" at the top of his lungs, with
Andrew cheering her on while waving a pair of pretty purple pompoms- Serena shook her
head, stopping the fun before it could get out of control. Looking up, she narrowed her
eyes and glared fiercely and Darien's (for once!) attractively clothed back. "I'll get you,
Darien. Just you wait and see!" Turning back to her video game, Serena realized that
she had lost her game of Sailor V versus the Insane Fighter Pilots of Planet X. Throwing
her arms up as she heaved a sigh, Serena sat despondently in the arcade- until her eyes
caught sight of a bright display sitting unobtrusively on the corner of the countertop.
'Carob Bars!' read the sign, as her angry little mind started clicking…
As the Evil One chatted obliviously with Andrew while the latter puttered round behind
the counter, Serena sat quietly nearby, a small smile on her pretty face. She watched as
Darien picked up a carob bar from the pile of three she had left by his things, unwrapped
it, and stuck the end into his mouth. Her smile widened as she left her seat and crept
closer, to a mere three feet from the boys. 'Let the fun begin…'
"S'funny, but I don't remember buying any chocolate bars today."
Andrew looked up from the mug he was wiping down at his best friend's words.
"Dude, when it comes to you and chocolate, anything's possibl-"
Darien stared at his blond pal as Andrew's voice abruptly cut out. He watched, confused,
as Andrew's eyes widened in horror as he stared at the wrapper in Darien's hand.
"And, that I must say, was the worst chocolate bar I don't remember buying."
Serena pouted as she realized Darien wasn't flipping out when the disgusting taste of
carob hit his tongue. In fact, he just seemed to be staring at Andrew in puzzlement.
Annoyed, she began to edge closer to the pair.
"Darien, what did you say you were allergic to again?"
"What's the matter with you, Andy? You look like you've seen a gho-"
"Shut up, dude! Just answer the question!"
"Fine, fine. I'm allergic to carob. Why?"
As Andrew opened his mouth to answer, Darien suddenly realized he couldn't see his
friend's face anymore. In fact, he couldn't see anything. His vision darkened, and began
to swim with strange, psychedelic colors and shapes. The world spun, and gripped the
countertop tightly with white-knuckled hands as wave after wave of dizziness and nausea
hit him. Blinking quickly, Darien's sight and hearing returned long enough to hear the
fear in Andrew's voice…and to see a frightened, naïve blonde girl in his peripheral
vision, before his mind slipped into unconsciousness and his body collapsed on the floor.
* * *
He ain't dead yet- that's what chapter 2's for! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
R+R please!
Mitzi
by Mitzi
Chapter One
mitzifitz@yahoo.com
Serena is having a seriously bad day, and it doesn't get any better when Darien starts
making fun of her (which is totally unsurprising, I know). So, to get back at him, she
does a very naughty thing with his chocolate bar. Only problem is, now he's...I'm
not going to tell you! I'm evil! Mwahahahah! *Ahem* Sorry, that just popped out.
Author's Notes: Just ta warn ya, I'm really hyper as I'm typing my ans…sorry for the
psychoness! In this, Darien and Andrew are 17, and Serena is 15…Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. That honor falls to Queen Naoko the
wonderful…
* * *
Serena walked slowly down the street, dragging one shoe-clad foot after another
as she gloomily recalled her worse-than-bad day. Four screwed-up assignments, three
failed tests, two scraped knees, and a totally nonexistent lunch! (AN: and a partridge in a
pear tree…) And of course, being Serena, she failed to notice the rather large pole right
in front of her until she whacked into it. Scrambling into a kneeling position, Serena
started spouting apologies to the metal shaft, not bothering to check if it was actually a
person.
"Oh! Pardon me, I wasn't watching where I was-"
"Why are you talking to a pole, Meatball Head?"
She jerked her head up. 'Oh, no, not him! Figures. Terrible day, great pain, and
Darien…Bad luck really does come in threes…*Sigh*' Serena looked up to find Darien
standing above her, hands behind his back and one eyebrow quirked. (AN: isn't quirk a
great word? That and quark, which I always say wrong…)
"Well?"
"Well what? Oh yeah! The pole! Um, see, well, uh, I didn't notice it."
"No shit! Honestly, Meatball, how could you not? And how could you think a cold
piece of metal was a person?"
Serena began a slow burn.
"Well, obviously I thought it was you! I mean, you are as cold as a penguin's butt, so I
figured your personality was just having effects on you physically!"
"Maybe so, but at least I don't have a pasta dish for a hairstyle!"
"Oh, shut up Darien! You know, you're the only person who ever calls me Meatball
Head. You're so mean! You see me walk into a pole, and you don't even ask if I'm all
right! For your information, I have had the world's worst day possible, and seeing you
sure doesn't make it any better!"
"What a pity you feel that way, Meatball, because I don't! A day I miss getting to tease
you automatically becomes unfun."
"Oh well now! Isn't that great? I'm Darien's one source of amusement! Ever heard of
TV, you weirdo?"
"Of course I have. It just doesn't fight back when I insult it."
"Eeeeeeyaaaaaugh! You are impossible!"
Serena, on her feet now with her briefcase clutched to her chest, shoved past Darien and
hurried down the road to the arcade. She could distinctly hear his mocking laughter even
as she entered the crown building. It was only then that she noticed that it was following
her.
"Darien! Are you following me? Great, you've graduated from sadistic entertainment
drawn from teasing young girls to stalking. Could my life POSSIBLEY get any worse?!"
"Hello again to you, too, Meatball. Hey Andrew, 'sup?"
Serena turned to see Andrew leaning against the counter, glaring at Darien.
"Andrew! Oh thank goodness you're here! Make him shut up!"
"Darien, do you think that for one day, you could lay off the teasing?"
"Fine, 'Mom'. And do you want me to say I'm sorry and go sit in the time-out corner,
too?" the dark-haired high schooler drawled sarcastically.
"Wouldn't be a bad idea," Serena mumbled under her breath.
"Pasta."
"Shut up!"
"Tortellini, Ravioli, Macaroni-"
"Shut UP!"
"And who could forget my personal favorite, spaghetti Bolognese, otherwise known as
Spaghetti and Meatballs-"
"SHUT UP!"
Serena, now red-faced with anger, stomped away from the counter and plopped down at
the Sailor V Fighter game. 'Stupid Darien. I'll get him! Somehow, I'll get him…'
Darien watched her go, a slight smile on his sensual lips (AN: not that I know what
sensual lips look like, unfortunately), and turned round to face Andrew. Who was still
glaring at him.
"Ya know, for an educated guy, you sure are dumb sometimes."
"Excuse me?"
"Why are you so mean to her? What horrible thing did she do to deserve this kind of
treatment?"
Darien stared at Andrew, blinking. Then he sighed and leaned his elbows on the counter
top. With shoulders slumped and head bowed, he began to talk
"To tell the truth, I really don't know. I wish I did though (AN: it rhymes!). At first it
was just cause she's cute when she's mad. Now, it's almost like…like an addiction or
something…like she's something I have to have.
*Flashback*
"Oh, shut up Darien! You know, you're the only person who ever calls me Meatball
Head. You're so mean! You see me walk into a pole, and you don't even ask if I'm all
right! For your information, I have had the world's worst day possible, and seeing you
sure doesn't make it any better!"
"What a pity you feel that way, Meatball, because I don't! A day I miss getting to tease
you automatically becomes unfun."
*End Flashback*
Darien sighed again, and slowly raised his eyes to see his friend's now-softened ones
staring back at him.
"Hey Darien, I just remembered about your tests. Did you get the results back yet?"
"Yeah, they're right here. Apparently I'm not allergic to chocolate, I'm allergic to-"
His words were drowned out to all but Andrew's sharp ears as the talk between the pair
was abruptly disturbed by the sarcastic voice of an anonymous arcade patron, and
Andrew mouthed "Later, dude" to Darien as he moved off to serve the customer.
Darien sighed deeply, rubbing his midnight blue eyes tiredly. 'Serena wasn't the only
one having a bad day,' he thought to himself. His boss had been a total bastard all week,
school had been slow torture… and he'd had the allergic reaction- Sighing again, Darien
stood up slowly, and wandered off towards the crane game (in hopes of winning the little
Tuxedo Mask doll).
Serena grumbled again as she watched Darien saunter off into the somewhat crowded
arcade, happy mental images of herself beating him unmercifully with a can of cheez
whiz and him lying on the ground screaming "UNCLE!" at the top of his lungs, with
Andrew cheering her on while waving a pair of pretty purple pompoms- Serena shook her
head, stopping the fun before it could get out of control. Looking up, she narrowed her
eyes and glared fiercely and Darien's (for once!) attractively clothed back. "I'll get you,
Darien. Just you wait and see!" Turning back to her video game, Serena realized that
she had lost her game of Sailor V versus the Insane Fighter Pilots of Planet X. Throwing
her arms up as she heaved a sigh, Serena sat despondently in the arcade- until her eyes
caught sight of a bright display sitting unobtrusively on the corner of the countertop.
'Carob Bars!' read the sign, as her angry little mind started clicking…
As the Evil One chatted obliviously with Andrew while the latter puttered round behind
the counter, Serena sat quietly nearby, a small smile on her pretty face. She watched as
Darien picked up a carob bar from the pile of three she had left by his things, unwrapped
it, and stuck the end into his mouth. Her smile widened as she left her seat and crept
closer, to a mere three feet from the boys. 'Let the fun begin…'
"S'funny, but I don't remember buying any chocolate bars today."
Andrew looked up from the mug he was wiping down at his best friend's words.
"Dude, when it comes to you and chocolate, anything's possibl-"
Darien stared at his blond pal as Andrew's voice abruptly cut out. He watched, confused,
as Andrew's eyes widened in horror as he stared at the wrapper in Darien's hand.
"And, that I must say, was the worst chocolate bar I don't remember buying."
Serena pouted as she realized Darien wasn't flipping out when the disgusting taste of
carob hit his tongue. In fact, he just seemed to be staring at Andrew in puzzlement.
Annoyed, she began to edge closer to the pair.
"Darien, what did you say you were allergic to again?"
"What's the matter with you, Andy? You look like you've seen a gho-"
"Shut up, dude! Just answer the question!"
"Fine, fine. I'm allergic to carob. Why?"
As Andrew opened his mouth to answer, Darien suddenly realized he couldn't see his
friend's face anymore. In fact, he couldn't see anything. His vision darkened, and began
to swim with strange, psychedelic colors and shapes. The world spun, and gripped the
countertop tightly with white-knuckled hands as wave after wave of dizziness and nausea
hit him. Blinking quickly, Darien's sight and hearing returned long enough to hear the
fear in Andrew's voice…and to see a frightened, naïve blonde girl in his peripheral
vision, before his mind slipped into unconsciousness and his body collapsed on the floor.
* * *
He ain't dead yet- that's what chapter 2's for! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
R+R please!
Mitzi