Bite Me…
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon, so I don't own the characters either. I also don't own any of the locations that are also in Sailor moon. Maybe an occasional park but nothing that is used in Sailor Moon. This is purely my own story, it isn't a copy so I hope you enjoy reading it, I'd also like to say something about the reviews. I think the point of reviewing is to express your views. Please feel free to tell me what you think, and please offer your suggestions. I really look forward to hearing what you think of this story, unlike my first this isn't a crossover, and I'm sure some Darien lovers are glad about that (lol, not saying I'm not… who can resist?) so without any further interruptions, I bring you Bite Me…
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2. Summary: Serena and Darien hate each other. They constantly fight and find delight in bantering with each other; in fact they make it a ritual for a heated argument to occur whenever they're together. Could this be mutual hate, or something entirely different?
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Raye walked on the busy side walk, groaning. Trekking in high heels was absolute murder. Her heels were purple. Normally she'd have chosen red, a color people said accentuated her dark hair but today she needed something special, something that would grab Darien Shield's attention. Because today was Thursday, and every Thursday he'd stop my Mary-Anne's Café to read some college piece. Raye sighed, he was so intelligent! Not to mention good looking. Pride filled her as the saying 'hard work pays off' came to mind. Yes, memorizing his schedule had been hard at first; he wasn't one to stick to routine and that's what she liked most about him, his spontaneity. She'd liked him for two years now and the temple where she both lived and worked had the best view. Not to his apartment north of town, but to the Arcade owned by a mutual friend Andrew, which he visited often, and the park where he jogged regularly.
Grandpa and Chad had been worried when she'd taken a sudden shining to the old telescope long forgotten in the attic, but she'd said the stars were directly linked to current events and even the future, shouldn't a priestess be in tune with such elements? That's right... She thought smugly before leaning on the metal railing to her left and smoothly slipping off the shoes, stretching out her swollen feet. He better be worth it, she thought groaning. Just one more block, one more block and then Darien would be hers! She sighed, admiring them as she slipped each heel on again. They hurt less when she walked and Raye found herself sighing in relief as she turned into the corner leading to Mary-Anne's. Truly the shoes were beautiful, bright and well polished they almost seemed to demand attention, drawing eyes to them almost simultaneously. She wasn't daft not to know the looking never stopped there. Eyes would travel up to her wide, deep, purple eyes before slowly tracing her thin silhouette.
She wasn't conceited in the fact, and yet boys weren't something foreign to Raye Hino, she could have any guy she wanted, everyone told her so, but she wanted someone mature, someone who'd drive her 'round, take her boating and buy her things. Darien Shields fit the bill perfectly. He was everything she could ask for and more, unlike most males she knew, he liked to pretend to be oblivious to her feminine whiles; speaking to her and seeking her company only when they were in a group. But this if anything, only added to the attraction she felt. Raye was known for being ambitious, a straight A-student and a diligent worker. If she wanted something, she'd get it.
At the moment the only thing she wanted more than Darien Shields was… well, these blasted heels off! A slow smile spread across her face as she took in the object of her desire. The walking had paid off; it was time to show Darien why exactly they were perfect for each other. He hadn't noticed her… yet. Smiling her brightest smile she straightened her dark miniskirt and blazer before calmly making her way to the corner where he sat. Loudly she cooed, "Oh Darien…"
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Molly Baker sighed heavily as she stood outside the dressing room with five large shopping bags clutched tightly to her waist. She lightly tapped the dressing room's door and then said, "Oy Serena, 'you done yet? My mom wants me home early."
"Coming Molls," called back Serena over sounds of rustling fabric, "I don't know why I can't get this dress off… ah Haha I found the zipper, never mind!" Molly clucked her tongue, rolling her eyes before taking a seat on the same brown couch she'd been sitting on since they'd arrived two hours ago and for the tenth time that hour she massaged her swollen palms. They throbbed and hurt from the weight of the bags. At that moment all that she wanted was to lie down, she'd had enough. A look at the store, La femme's, clock told her they'd been shopping for five hours now, no wonder she felt frustrated! Normally an offer to spend time with her best friend on a shopping spree would have delighted her to no end but too much of a good thing could be bad. This was definitely the case and if they were unsuccessful, La femme would make the tenth store that week.
So far they'd tried on a total of twenty dresses, none of which Serena seemed to like. She couldn't understand what was taking her friend so long, Molly had found hers quite easily, and while it wasn't anything fancy she adored it. Spying it in Sasha's, a modest outlet, on her way home from school the week before, she'd fallen in love with it; immediately purchasing it the next day. Her dress was a short, soft, blue stunner with a sweet heart neckline and black bow about the waist. It was perfect for Prom.
She'd be going with her boyfriend Melvin and it promised to be a dream. They'd been dating for two years and were almost inseparable, just thinking of spending the night with him caused her freckled cheeks to turn deep rouge. She sighed dreamily, the two of them dancing, talking… what could be better?
Serena's squeal brought her back to the present and she blinked asking her friend to repeat what she had said. "I said… I found it!!"
Molly perked up. Her hands quickly dropped the bags to the floor before she hesitantly moved towards the dressing room door. "Let me see." She said cautiously, afraid to hold on to the hope that they'd found the right dress at last.
Serena pushed open the door and Molly gasped, there wasn't another word to describe it, but beautiful. Her mother owned a jewelry shop and Molly liked to think she'd inherited her eye for detail; speaking of which, the detail on the dress was superb. As her eyes took in the cream and pink mixing she felt at a loss for words, which for her was rare. It was designed like a tube dress but the fabric seemed lighter, so much so that it flowed down Serena's petite frame. It wasn't long but not quite short either, just a little below the knee, give or take three inches. It was hard to tell with the cut, it reminded her of the high-low styled dress they'd tried on at Marko's the other day, just more elegant. "It's beautiful Serena" she said finally, her hands feeling the soft silk.
Serena twirled her expression giddy, "don't you love the waist!" she exclaimed happily, her hands stroking the jeweled belt.
Molly nodded her approval, her eyes taking in the dress again "it really flatters you Serena" she grinned and clapped her hands together, relieved. "I'm so happy for you!"
Serena pulled her friend into a tight embrace, and squeezed her affectionately. She appreciated her help and knew not many others would have done the same. "Thank you Molls, I know it must've been a pain waiting for me."
"Are you kidding?" Molly exclaimed. She shook her head, "A pain is an understatement!"
"Hey!" Serena yelped. "In my defense, I had to find the right dress. The process is tedious but it must be done with upmost care."
Molly clucked her tongue, "you owe me," she shook her head refusing to let her off easy. "And I will not take IOU's"
Hands on her waist Serena sighed exaggeratedly, "Fine, fine. I think I can pay my debt." Playfully punching the red head's arm she smiled, "just let me get this off and we can pay?"
She subconsciously nodded and busied herself with her hair and pulling back the stray strands into her messy bun. While, Serena turned a skip in her step as she sauntered back into the dressing room.
They left five minutes later. The bags seemed lighter now and they laughed happily, talking loudly as they walked briskly, past the familiar shopping complexes and landmarks back to Elm's street where they'd met up that morning. Suddenly Molly stopped, her hand pulling Serena back. Slowly she asked, "Serena what time is it?"
Serena pulled out her cell-phone and studied the screen, "five thirty" she said finally and snapped it shut, shoving it back into her jeans pocket, "why?" she asked curiously, "does your mom expect you home already?"
Molly shook her head in the negative and Serena followed her gaze down the street to the café, Mary-Anne's. "I think I know how you can repay me." She said slowly, "I have the worst craving for..."
"Croissants"
"Croissants" She grinned impishly and Serena couldn't resist laughing back. Together they made their way to the café. As they did so Serena felt her stomach grumble, she smiled to herself, the café was excellent timing.
Why don't you, Bite Me…?
-End of chapter2-
AN: So I want to apologize for not writing for what, two years? Things just got so hectic but I'm gonna finish it! Lol I love this fic and I hope you guys do too!! If you want the third chappie on soon then send me your reviews ;) (Is there anything I could've done better? Did I mess up interpreting the characters?)
CQ: what was your favorite first season sailor moon episode??
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-Analynn 3