Who decides what is right and what is wrong? Who decides what sentence fits the crime? Fashion and haughtiness are a must. It is the elegant, the wealthy that frames the justices and penalties tied to the school. As for popularity, there are stages, heights where one can stem to. In every year one falls to become a victim. He or she is hypnotized, lost to reality. Yet on both sides they are equal, a constant struggle, a tug of war, where eventually both sides will meet.
From in-between narrow halls, a voice drifts, swiftly descending onto sorrow filled ears. There her mind is crammed, assaulted with the unbelievable load of homework. She was in need of, she wasn't sure anymore, though she knew she was in need. Samuels leave was like a current, eerily disturbing; her thoughts came on rushed, in a wave of emotion. Serena wanted nothing more than to be able to finish, which was comforting enough. "Rei", oh forget it, you, you, argh.....
Darien's mind soared with possibilities; he couldn't remember the last time, his thoughts took to flight. Gripped by an unseen rope, he stumbled forward, seeking the open freedom, the distant call of a presence unknown to him. Fear wrapped itself, coiling, prodding at his unease. For a moment he forgot, the reasons behind his visit, for him being so rattled. A voice from nearby shatters the once silent hall.
"Dare! Is that you?"
"For God's sake, Rei," he'd said
"Oops did I really do that?" she'd hugged him, apologetic.
"Don't", he said, disheartened.
"Don't what?"
"Act like nothing passed between us, that these last few weeks never happened."
He had seen the two recently, he couldn't remember where, perched on a bench, he thought. There was no denying it, it had been Rei, and he wouldn't question himself. Though it was more then enough time, for her to have continued on heartlessly, made it easier for him to break things off.
"I can't do this anymore" Darien said.
Fingers loosening, no longer drawing comfort from the warm body, pressed tightly to him.
"It was over before it, it" he didn't need to explain. It was visibly clear, she had no tears to shed, her tears ducks were as clear as the moon in the night sky. Darien turned to leave, passing the small halls. The Grimm reaper had come, just as promised. He would claw his way, choosing the most distinctive path. A path solely his own, desolate like the Sahara sands, Fierce, loyal, stalling only for the passing winds. Where had he gone wrong, was it a wrong turn weeks ago at a traffic light. He raises his head, as it comes to him in a flash of inspiration. If she wanted to act innocent, then that was exactly what he was going to allow her to be, a bystander, helpless, clueless and entirely unable to move a zilch. There was time to prepare, to set the right trap, he would see the tigress, trapped in her own cage.
Oh and I don't own sailor moon.
Sorry I haven't updated in the longest of time, but my connections been down for weeks, and because of work, I haven't had much time to write. I know this is short but I'm trying to juggle a busy schedule. Hope you enjoy…..