Chapter One
Darien Chiba was having a horrible day and he hadn't even left his apartment yet. He awoke to find his sheets strewn about the room and himself sweating like there was no tomorrow. He managed to get out of the bed and into the bathroom to grab a shower. Holding his head under the water he lent forward trying to sort out the images in his head.
'What a dream,' he thought.
Ever since he could remember, Darien had dreams about a princess. Not just any princess, but HIS princess. She was always blurry in his dream, but there was no mistaking what his heart felt like when he was near her. He needed her love. It was always the same:
***dream***
Princess: "Endy .. Why don't you come for me? I miss you so"
Darien: "I don't know how .. Tell me how? Please?"
Princess: "You need to let yourself find me, come to me Endy."
Darien: "I don't know what you mean? Please?"
The Princess would turn away then with a face full of silent tears. He would try to go to her but find he couldn't move. He watched as she grew wings and soared away.
Darien: "Serenity." He would whisper.
***end dream***
"Damn!" Darien said out loud. He got out of the shower and dried off. 'Why do I have to endure this?' For pity's sake, he hadn't even been intimate with any other woman because every time he would try to go further the image of the Princess would appear before him crying. Scowling he got dressed and headed out the door.
He got in his car and drove away to his summer courses. He began at the University three years ago and was intrigued by the new courses that they kept hosting to keep him involved and interested. He wasn't aiming for anything in particular, no degree. nothing, but they had provided him with free schooling and a place to live and he wasn't going to argue with that. After all, he had spent most of his life without such stability. His eyes hardened as he thought of the orphanages that he passed through as nothing more than a number. No, he was happy with where he was now. When he got the invitation in the mail he had felt something that he had never felt before, worth. Someone had wanted him, so much they were willing to pay to support him.
He remembered the day he went to look for the Dean, Sir Reggimum. How he intended to meet with this amazing man who believed in him so to properly thank him for such kindness. He didn't meet the sophisticated and respectable person he expected. Instead he came face to face with a short bald man wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a Kilt. Needless to say he was quite shocked. Who wore that combination of clothing? And that wasn't only it, Sir Reggimum upon seeing Darien had let out a noise that sounded like a gasp which then changed to a choking sound of some sort. Darien hadn't known what to do. He asked if something was wrong and if he should call for help. The bald man shook his head madly and managed to splutter:
"*cough* sorry, see I'm fine now. *hiccup* ... well then.. Quite the resemblance, what brings you here young man?"
"I had just wanted to thank you personally for accepting me into this University... and.. resemblance? What do you mean by that?" Darien asked.
"Oh nothing.. Nothing! And you wouldn't be here if you didn't have such a talent and unique presence," with that comment he ushered Darien out the door. "Terribly sorry to get rid of you so quick, but I do have an important meeting in 3 mins with the Mayor."
"Oh, well ..." Darien hadn't finished what he was going to say and was standing outside the Dean's office looking rather bewildered.
Inside the office, Sir Reggimum looked up at a painting, his favourite. It was of an ancient legend of two forbidden lovers. One proud and tall, dressed in brilliant armour with ebony hair and midnight blue eyes, yes, he could see the resemblance quite clearly now. The other figure was of the most beautiful woman Reggimum could imagine. Her hair was the colour of Silver, done up in the most peculiar style, and she looked longingly at the man beside her. The legend was what drove Remus to open the University. He had inherited amazing wealth and needed a cause. He wanted to share the legend among the youth admitted so that they could share a bit of the magic he felt whenever he looked at the painting. His theatre school performed the legend every 10 years for the public to become enraptured in. This year was the year in which the play would be performed, and by the looks of things, he had just met the man who he would persuade to play one of the lead roles. Remus would have to look elsewhere to find the right woman to play the princess, yes. very hard.
Darien finished his classes for the day and went to the coffee shop that was on campus to relax over a nice hot cocoa.
"Hi Darien!" a petite brunette said as she came up to talk to him, "I tried calling, but you must have not gotten the messages I left on your answering machine?"
"Oh, hi Julie," Darien replied rather non-enthusiastically.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out again this weekend?" The girl asked with hopeful big brown eyes.
"Umm. I'd rather not. Look Julie, you're nice and everything, I just don't think that we work great together," he said, "anyways I got to go.. Bye." He left before the sniffling girl could sob out a reply. 'Good grief, it's not like I was clear I wanted a relationship.'
Darien headed out the door and down the street. 'Why won't any woman suit me? I can't help but compare them to the perfection my dream shows.' Darien ran a hand through his hair and kept on his way home.
*TWACK*
The next few moments were a blur of hair, books and bags. After Darien got his bearings he noticed he was on top of something. No, not something. someone! Looking down he saw a mess of silver hair. 'Wait. silver? That's a strange colour."
"Oh, I'm sorry," the mass replied brushing all the hair out of her eyes, "I can't seem to stop this habit of running into people. I ." She stopped speaking as she looked into the face of the man on top of her (on top of her!?!). "DARIEN!!! You BAKA!!!" She kicked him off with rather brute strength
Needless to say Darien flew a couple feet in the air before landing on his feet. 'Boy, good thing I learnt all those moves as Tuxedo Mask.' He looked back at the girl who so rudely addressed him. "Meatball Head? It's been a while, but do you have to insist on ploughing me over every time I see you?"
"I said I was SORRY! Sheesh," Serena retorted. 'This day just can't get better can it?'
"Best get yourself home before you pull any more guys into more compromising positions, or am I the only one you reserve those for?" Darien teased. He enjoyed watching the steam come out of her ears.
"YOU!!! ARGH!!!" Serena yelled and stormed away.
"Safe walk home!" Darien called after the seething person making her way hastily away from him. Shaking his head in silent laughter he made his way back to his apartment.
Well, that's the end of Chapter One. Whaddya think? ( Big thanks to my first reviewer, FLaMiN-FIrE-NyMpH, it means a lot to have encouraging words when you're just starting out! I wasn't expecting any until I had completed more of the story. The next chapter should be done in a week or sooner, depends how easily the words get typed. Byes for now.
Darien Chiba was having a horrible day and he hadn't even left his apartment yet. He awoke to find his sheets strewn about the room and himself sweating like there was no tomorrow. He managed to get out of the bed and into the bathroom to grab a shower. Holding his head under the water he lent forward trying to sort out the images in his head.
'What a dream,' he thought.
Ever since he could remember, Darien had dreams about a princess. Not just any princess, but HIS princess. She was always blurry in his dream, but there was no mistaking what his heart felt like when he was near her. He needed her love. It was always the same:
***dream***
Princess: "Endy .. Why don't you come for me? I miss you so"
Darien: "I don't know how .. Tell me how? Please?"
Princess: "You need to let yourself find me, come to me Endy."
Darien: "I don't know what you mean? Please?"
The Princess would turn away then with a face full of silent tears. He would try to go to her but find he couldn't move. He watched as she grew wings and soared away.
Darien: "Serenity." He would whisper.
***end dream***
"Damn!" Darien said out loud. He got out of the shower and dried off. 'Why do I have to endure this?' For pity's sake, he hadn't even been intimate with any other woman because every time he would try to go further the image of the Princess would appear before him crying. Scowling he got dressed and headed out the door.
He got in his car and drove away to his summer courses. He began at the University three years ago and was intrigued by the new courses that they kept hosting to keep him involved and interested. He wasn't aiming for anything in particular, no degree. nothing, but they had provided him with free schooling and a place to live and he wasn't going to argue with that. After all, he had spent most of his life without such stability. His eyes hardened as he thought of the orphanages that he passed through as nothing more than a number. No, he was happy with where he was now. When he got the invitation in the mail he had felt something that he had never felt before, worth. Someone had wanted him, so much they were willing to pay to support him.
He remembered the day he went to look for the Dean, Sir Reggimum. How he intended to meet with this amazing man who believed in him so to properly thank him for such kindness. He didn't meet the sophisticated and respectable person he expected. Instead he came face to face with a short bald man wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a Kilt. Needless to say he was quite shocked. Who wore that combination of clothing? And that wasn't only it, Sir Reggimum upon seeing Darien had let out a noise that sounded like a gasp which then changed to a choking sound of some sort. Darien hadn't known what to do. He asked if something was wrong and if he should call for help. The bald man shook his head madly and managed to splutter:
"*cough* sorry, see I'm fine now. *hiccup* ... well then.. Quite the resemblance, what brings you here young man?"
"I had just wanted to thank you personally for accepting me into this University... and.. resemblance? What do you mean by that?" Darien asked.
"Oh nothing.. Nothing! And you wouldn't be here if you didn't have such a talent and unique presence," with that comment he ushered Darien out the door. "Terribly sorry to get rid of you so quick, but I do have an important meeting in 3 mins with the Mayor."
"Oh, well ..." Darien hadn't finished what he was going to say and was standing outside the Dean's office looking rather bewildered.
Inside the office, Sir Reggimum looked up at a painting, his favourite. It was of an ancient legend of two forbidden lovers. One proud and tall, dressed in brilliant armour with ebony hair and midnight blue eyes, yes, he could see the resemblance quite clearly now. The other figure was of the most beautiful woman Reggimum could imagine. Her hair was the colour of Silver, done up in the most peculiar style, and she looked longingly at the man beside her. The legend was what drove Remus to open the University. He had inherited amazing wealth and needed a cause. He wanted to share the legend among the youth admitted so that they could share a bit of the magic he felt whenever he looked at the painting. His theatre school performed the legend every 10 years for the public to become enraptured in. This year was the year in which the play would be performed, and by the looks of things, he had just met the man who he would persuade to play one of the lead roles. Remus would have to look elsewhere to find the right woman to play the princess, yes. very hard.
Darien finished his classes for the day and went to the coffee shop that was on campus to relax over a nice hot cocoa.
"Hi Darien!" a petite brunette said as she came up to talk to him, "I tried calling, but you must have not gotten the messages I left on your answering machine?"
"Oh, hi Julie," Darien replied rather non-enthusiastically.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out again this weekend?" The girl asked with hopeful big brown eyes.
"Umm. I'd rather not. Look Julie, you're nice and everything, I just don't think that we work great together," he said, "anyways I got to go.. Bye." He left before the sniffling girl could sob out a reply. 'Good grief, it's not like I was clear I wanted a relationship.'
Darien headed out the door and down the street. 'Why won't any woman suit me? I can't help but compare them to the perfection my dream shows.' Darien ran a hand through his hair and kept on his way home.
*TWACK*
The next few moments were a blur of hair, books and bags. After Darien got his bearings he noticed he was on top of something. No, not something. someone! Looking down he saw a mess of silver hair. 'Wait. silver? That's a strange colour."
"Oh, I'm sorry," the mass replied brushing all the hair out of her eyes, "I can't seem to stop this habit of running into people. I ." She stopped speaking as she looked into the face of the man on top of her (on top of her!?!). "DARIEN!!! You BAKA!!!" She kicked him off with rather brute strength
Needless to say Darien flew a couple feet in the air before landing on his feet. 'Boy, good thing I learnt all those moves as Tuxedo Mask.' He looked back at the girl who so rudely addressed him. "Meatball Head? It's been a while, but do you have to insist on ploughing me over every time I see you?"
"I said I was SORRY! Sheesh," Serena retorted. 'This day just can't get better can it?'
"Best get yourself home before you pull any more guys into more compromising positions, or am I the only one you reserve those for?" Darien teased. He enjoyed watching the steam come out of her ears.
"YOU!!! ARGH!!!" Serena yelled and stormed away.
"Safe walk home!" Darien called after the seething person making her way hastily away from him. Shaking his head in silent laughter he made his way back to his apartment.
Well, that's the end of Chapter One. Whaddya think? ( Big thanks to my first reviewer, FLaMiN-FIrE-NyMpH, it means a lot to have encouraging words when you're just starting out! I wasn't expecting any until I had completed more of the story. The next chapter should be done in a week or sooner, depends how easily the words get typed. Byes for now.