Hie everyone ok I keep forgetting to give an author' note. Anyway this is just one concept I love and I hope you love it too. Please do review if u guys feel you like it or I am missing out on something cause I definitely feel there is something off aboutmy story.
Lots of love
Ella.
Ps I don't own sailormoon or any of its characters.
Darien watched as she turned around and with a look much like the one he probably held in his eyes, he saw recognition.
So she has recognize him, he didn't understand why that was a relief, but it was. He didn't feel like a complete fool anymore.
Sarina was the first to recover from the initial shock and Darien almost didn't hear her when she spoke.
"Salam." She told him, not breaking eye contact even once. A small smile tugged at her lips
"Walaykum Salam." Darien's cheeks blushed ever so slightly. Why was he blushing! He asked himself
"Go on now, Pari, Darien here, is our esteemed guest, he has come all the way from America to teach our girls Maths. Show him around." Mr. Bashiri went on excitedly, completely oblivious to everything that transpired between the two other occupants.
Sarina raised a delicate brow at 'esteemed guest' although her expression never faltered.
"Come." She walked forward towards him and stood patiently for Darien to move out the door.
It took a second for Darien to realize he was still standing at the door, blocking it.
"Sorry." He cleared his throat and stepped aside, waving his hand in a graceful gesture for her to lead the way.
Following the gesture of his hand with her eyes, Sarina walked out the door with Darien easily came in to stride beside her.
She showed him around the school, pointing at several different classes and rooms.
Darien was surprised to realize she spoke English pretty fluently, although she had a strong arabic accent to it. He noticed how she couldn't pronounce several words like 'd'and said 'dh', she always made 'p' into 'b' and her 'r' was very prominent.
"So..." Sarina said slowly, breaking through Darien's thoughts. "You American?"
"Yes." Darien nodded, smiling softly. He turned his head to see her looking up at him again.
"Yes?" He asked her, watching as several questions brimmed just behind her eyes.
She seemed to wait and choose which question to ask him before she spoke again.
"Girlfriend?" She asked him.
Darien's eyes widened slightly at being caught off guard with the question. Serena had the grace to giggle and blush. Of all the questions should could have chosen she chose this one!
His mind went back to Raye. Beautiful Raye. Suddeny he remembered her last letter to him, how she waited abd prayed for his return. He remembered how she would be patient with him through all his temperamental days. The understanding she always held in her eyes even after Darien never shared his feelings with her. Guilt washed over him at the thought of her. He hadn't thought about her in a longtime. The woman who had loved him unconditionally, waited and trusted for him implicitly, he had forgotten about her. She didn't deserve that. He was a man already in love with a wonderful woman. So why was he being a fool here. He was here for a job, that he had to do under any circumstance.
"No." He almost blurted it out, but recovered quickly. "You?" He asked, hoping she hadn't noticed his reaction.
"Me!" Her laugh sounded like silver bells. She blushed profusely. "No!"
Darien let out a breathe he hadn't known he had been holding. Quickly masking his features into indifference. He listened to her tell him small anecdotes about teachers at the school and odd habits they had.
He smiled politely finding her flamboyance endearing, as they walked around the school, she took him into the school office and got him his class schedule and showed him around the school grounds. She informed him that he could get any stationary he needed from a local stationer in town. She didn't notice the reprimanding looks the teachers gave her for her friendly banter and giggling with the new American teacher.
She stopped at a door and pointed it out as his new office and bade him goodbye for now.
Darien watched her walk away and sighed, shaking his head, he entered his new office. This was going to be the most difficult mission of them all.
Sarina's pov
What a strange coincidence she thought. She had recognized him right away as the man she had seen at the Shrine.
Sarina had first laid eyes on him as the sun had just begun to rise. The man had sat in his jeep, staring with unseeing eyes at the Dome of the Shrine as the sun rose. He looked melancholic. He looked lost. He was present here, but she knew his mind was a million miles away.
That was just partly the reason she was looking at him though. He was truly beautiful. His hair black as the night, fell absently into his eyes. His frame powerful and his posture rigid, like a soldier. His eyes the colour of sapphires as they sparkled in the rising morning light.
But alas, Sarina thought wryly, he was much more attractive up close and she already had the slightest crush on him.
As they had walked through the school, Sarina couldn't help but look up and admire him. He listened to her attentively and smiled at her politely as she spoke. But his quiet nature made him feel somehow dangerous and infinitely enigmatic. His disposition restrained.
Sighing, Sarina reached her uncle's office again, ready to parade him over the funding for the renovation of the older school building.
Before entering the office a sudden thought passed Serena's head and she smiled, it seemed, she contemplated wryly, several girls at Bashiri junior and high school were about to fall in love with mathematics class.
Darien pov
School had already ended at 2 am and after doing nothing but figuring out the syllabus and preparing various lessons for the classes he would start teaching the next day, Darien called it a day.
Looking at his watch he realised it was already well passed 4 in the evening and he hadn't even gotten lunch yet. Darien made sure everything was in place before he left the office for the day and locked up.
The school was already deserted and the street outside the school was busy as ever. He was about to walk out the school,when he suddenly heard a door slam shut. Turning in the direction of the sound Darien tip toed towards its source.
Stealthily he checked all the rooms in the corridor and found them empty. He heard the sound of shuffling again and this time pin pointed the door from which he heard the sound.
Quietly he entered the room and did not realize he was in the girl's bathroom till it was too late.
Darien stood rooted to his spot, hidden behind the small partition separating the bathrooms and the changing room.
He saw a familiar scarf lying amongst discarded clothes. It looked completely drenched from his point of view from behind the wall. The light turquoise had now turned into a deep shade of teal.
Suddenly he heard a door unlock and he stood frozen in horror as Sarina walked out of the cubicle, completely unaware of his presence. He almost gasped at the vision she was, with wet, tumbling, golden curls falling down her bare back as she walked towards her discarded clothes. When she turned Darien's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. He had a full view of her pearly mounds exposed above her neck of her light pink bra! Her chest slowly rose and fell as she breathed and Darien was mesmerised by the way her breasts moved with that simple motion.
What he would have done to walk upto her then and just place his hands on her warm chest, to feel her steady heartbeat below his palm.
His eyes fell to her flat tummy and tiny waist. He almost groaned. Automatically imagining his hands spanning the petite flesh. He felt his pants constrict.
Abruptly she turned around and walked into the cubicle with her top in tow.
The spell that had rooted him to the spot broke and Darien bolted out of the bathroom as fast as he could.
He ran straight out of the school, stopping only at the gate. He stood there panting, trying to will some sort of control over his runaway emotions.
Ok so maybe the fact that he had been lonely for such a long time had started to get to him, physically. Yeah, that made sense. He would accept that.
Darien did not leave though he waited at the gate till the a small figure finally emerged from the school half an hour later.
"Oh Mr. Hampton..."
"Darien." He corrected abruptly.
"Darien..."She tried the feel of his name on her tongue.
Darien swallowed hard.
"What are you still doing here?" She finished.
"I was just understanding the new syllabus and setting up lessons, I just got done." He lied smoothly.
" How are you still here?" Darien asked her.
"Ohhh " She huffed. "The girls in detention put a bucket of water above my office door."
Darien chuckled lightly at her little show of annoyance and Sarina gave him a playfully scathing look. A sudden image of her in her bra flashed passed his eyes, making him almost choke.
She enjoy the rich sound of his laughter.
"Guess I'll be staying back for more detentions now." She laughed.
"Can I drop you somewhere?" He suddenly blurted, wondering if he was coming on too strong.
"Oh no, you don't have to take the trouble. I live quite a distance from here." She smiled.
"Not really." He shrugged.
"Alright." She agreed, happy to be in his company again.
Darien watched as his current home passed by them. They walked through a labyrinth of small lanes milling with evening shoppers. He observed several hawkers selling various items right from sweet and edible treats, to scarves and even books! Looking around and taking in his new surroundings for the next year or so.
"So..." Darien asked breaking the comfortable silence that had befallen them.
She looked up at his handsome face, anticipating his question.
And again a picture of her in her soft pink lacy lingerie flashed into his mind and Darien had to take a second to clear his throat before speaking.
"What do you teach?" He asked her.
"Literature."
"Oh"
"Where did you learn such fluent English?"
"From my mother. She was Iraqi, but had lived in England before she moved back here." She replied wistfully.
Looking at the odd look Darien gave her for her tone.
"Had..." He said warily.
"My mother is no more."
"Oh. I am sorry for your loss." He said, a little taken aback. " What does your father do?"
"He too is gone. I live with my paternal uncle and his family."
" I am so sorry." Darien said awkwardly, realising he was asking all the wrong questions.
She looked straight ahead as they spoke, a sad smile curving her lips.
"Don't be. It has been a longtime since their demise, the wounds have healed, just the scars remain." She finished.
"I see." Was all Darien could say to her little speech.
"I have an elder brother though, Hanni." She almost immediately smiled lovingly at the mention of his name.
"How old is he?" Darien asked, trying to secretly figure out her age.
"He turned 24 this February." She said beaming. "So how old are you?"
"The same." Darien replied.
"Are you always like this?" She asked him.
"What do you mean?" Darien asked confused.
"You know,...a man of a few words." Sarina thought over the statement in her head, before she said it out loud.
She blushed when she heard his rich chuckle and turned to look up at him. He was looking down at her with those thunderous orbs of his, Sarina felt drawn into the enigma he was.
"I am afraid so." He replied, amused by her question.
Sarina was jolted out of her thoughts and blushed even deeper.
"Are you alright? Your turning pretty red!" Darien's concerned voice filled her heart with warmth and more importantly with more embarrassment. If it were even possible, Sarina blushed even deeper.
"No I am fine, just tired maybe, it's been a long day." She stuttered. She realized with dismay they had reached her house.
"Alright." He let it pass.
Sarina came to a halt in front of big 2 storeyed house, one that was twice as big as the one he was staying at.
"This is it." She told him, waving her hand in a wide arc in a gesture toward the house.
"Oh ok then..." Darien said reluctant to go. "I'll be going then, goodnight, Sarina." Darien inclined his head in a polite
She gave him a grateful smile and waved.
"Goodnight and thank you."
Sarina watched his retreating back. He stood out well in a crowd with his tall and broad frame. His steps were long and confident and drew admiral attention drom several women he passed. She waited till he turned a corner and disappeared from her sight, before she too turned and headed into the warmth of her house.
Unbeknownst to both of them a dark figure had been watching their interaction from the late evening shadows that covered the street.
