Hey everyone!

First off: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I really appreciate your time! It really puts a smile on my face to know I have so many dedicated readers. AND I want to apologize for being a little late about putting this on. I had science fair stuff to do…ick! Lol!

OH! And if I ever sign anything stating, Lady Katharine, please note that that is my username on club penguin lol, sometimes I accidentally get the two names switched!

Love Can Never Be Forgotten

Chapter 4: How Could I?

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"BECKY!" Darien roared at her.

"YOU BITCH!" And with that Darien ran out his office, carrying his reports and his coffee with him. All the staff members steered clear of him, as his eyes appeared a dark black, fuming with rage, as Darien attempted to stay strong, and not break down there and cry, knowing what he had just lost. Damnit…Serena will never forgive me now…what to do…what to do???????

Darien threw open his car door, making it scratch another car, and he zoomed off, not even knowing where he was going. Hmmmm…who can help me…who can help me…DREW!

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"DARRRIIEENN!" Andrew saw his best friend walk in, and smiled that annoying, but adorable smile of his, and put it away once he saw his friend's disheveled appearance and wondered what happened to him. Whoa…did him and Serena finally do 'it'? No shit…Serena doesn't wear lipstick---so who's---OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH $H!t HE'S CHEATING ON HER!!! Wait…but he's angry….ugh. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!

"Dude what the hell happened to you, you look like shit." Andrew didn't know how else to state the obvious.

"Gee Drew," Darien drawled, "When the girl of your dreams walks in on you and another girl in a very compromising position, what do you think I'm supposed to look like?" Darien's sarcasm instantly switched back to rage. (A/N: And we were hoping he was passed this stage).

"Whoa. Dare, calm down. I'm sure Serena will take you back…it's like me and Rita, We fight…kiss and make up…" he stared off in to space, his thoughts taking him to last night's "make up" session in his bedroom…obviously not thinking about Darien's situation at all.

"We can talk about your sex life later Drew," Darien replied coldly, watching as his dimwit of a friend snap his head back to life, cheeks flushing from embarrassment.

"At last I have one…" Drew muttered back.

"Ugghhhh," Darien sighed, pulling at his fair in frustration, while he dumped his briefcase, and took a seat, pulling at his collar.

"Drew," Darien stared up at his friend, "what am I going to do? In almost any other situation I know Serena would forgive me," Darien shook his head, his tone about to turn bitter, "but for some reason, I have this strange foreboding feeling that that won't be the case this time. For some reason she won't forgive me Drew and something is going to change." Drew looked at his friend wide eyed. He thought those two would eventually get married, and grow old together. They technically were like the schools' hottest couple. They got through everything together; surely they could get through this. Or at least he hoped…

"Hey Dare," Drew shook his friend's shoulders, "don't sweat it. Why don't you give Serena a call, and explain the situation to her. Take her for a romantic dinner or something." Drew now turned him to stare him in the eyes, "Show her how much you care Darien." Darien was shocked at the revelation. Was that what this was all about? Did everything think that he took advantage of Serena's kindness, and didn't treat her well enough? Darien, himself knew he could never be good enough for Serena, but he had hoped that he was treating her better than any other guy could/would.

"Ok Drew! I'm gonna go home, and call her, and OH!" Darien smacked himself on the forehead.

"We were supposed to go out for dinner tonight…Do you think she'll show up?" Darien didn't want to show up and wait for her, and realize that she wasn't coming. Yet, he didn't want to not show up and find out that Serena had waited for him there.

"Ummm…I really have no clue Darien. I'd give her that call."

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The appearance of a 4 o'clock shadow lay upon Darien's face, as he held his head in his hands, contemplating what to do now. He had just left his 12th desperate message on her answering machine, and all he could do now was wait…and wait…and wait. His last glimpse of hope lie in the meeting at a local coffee shop tomorrow. If she showed up, life was good. If not…God help him. Darien got up, and stretched, only clad in his boxers, and rummaged through his cabinets. Although he wasn't of drinking age, his older friends bought him drinks a lot of the time, no one even questioning his age. Sometimes they didn't know what to get him over the holidays, so he happened to own a lot of wine. He took out a bottle of vodka, downing it instantly. He wiped the bitter taste from his lips, and sighed in frustration as he chucked the battle at his recycling bin. He missed.

"FUCK!" He roared, as he went in the dark to find his broom. As he picked up a piece of glass, he cut his finger on it, and led it bleed. He watched the red blotch trickle down his finger, the red velvet color reminding him of red rose's….his Usako's favorite flower.

"Serena," he sighed, "don't you know what you're doing to me my love…?" After boxing up his emotions for hours on end, the tears finally slid down his face, showing that without his sweet Serenity, Serena, Usako…Meatball head…whatever you want to call her…he could not live without her. Without her, he was cruel, arrogant, and…lonely.

He never liked admitting this feeling to anyone. His Serena was the only one who knew about those winter nights when he tossed and turned in bed, wanting someone to hold him…someone to tell him it'd be alright. But…no one ever did that.

The ten long years he had spent in the orphanage, he cried himself to sleep each night. Everyone thought Darien Chiba was the most independent man alive. But they were all wrong, every single one of them who thought that for a second. As soon as he had left the orphanage, he had masked up his emotions, showing a cool exterior most of the time.

He was sixteen at the time. He remembered moving into an apartment that was the closest thing to a hole that there was. He then got a job delivering furniture to pay off his rent, and enrolled himself in school, only to be mocked by the boys for being such an intellectual, and being flocked by the girls for…well…you get the point. He hated how everyone always treated him differently; he hated the world and all of the beings in it. Sometimes, he even hated his 'best friend' Andrew Crown just for having the life he always wanted, and that is when he met Serena; the only woman he could ever love. The only woman he would ever want to hold all night long, and marry and have children with. Even though it may seem that he only liked her after learning he was bound to her by Serenity and Endymion, that was not the truth.

No, Serena and Serenity were two completely different people, just like him and Endymion were. Endymion had been the ultimate playboy back in the day. Every girl wanted him, and he bedded a lot of them. However, he had continued to get older, and everyone assumed that he would make the mistake of marrying one of the sluts he had impregnated sooner or later. But that mistake never came, as he had met Serenity. Sleep soon overcame him, as he dreamt of his past life.

1000 Years ago

He stood out on the balcony, his taunt frame leaning over the railing, looking up at the moon, as it cast a pale light across the midnight sky. He ran a hand through his ebony locks, sighing with frustration and sadness.

Prince Endymion of Earth had just been told that he was to marry within the next year if he were to ever to have the crown. It would not be so bad if he had had a woman in mind, but he didn't. Even after his 25 years of existence, he had yet to find a woman he could love. And he would not settle for anything less. Despite the rumors of his womanizing ways, true love was the one thing that he did believe in. And somehow, he had yet to meet it. He had yet to have a woman stir any signs of passion in him, he had yet to meet that angel that he needed to become one with, and enlighten his dark soul. His friends had all married, and rather highly at that, each marrying a princess of the neighboring planets, but Endymion had been left out.

He was about to turn around and go to bed, once again to have another sleepless night, when a white light caught his eyes. He looked more intently, and saw something so white and pure that it nearly blinded him. He quickly ran down the stairs, and noticed that it took the shape of a woman. And dear goddess, a very beautiful one at that. She had silver hair, though some may call it white, and it sat atop her head in two buns. She wore a white dress, that hugged her in all the right ways, and her skin was a milky white, that brought out her huge blue eyes. He blinked rapidly, his heart seizing in his chest as he saw those red, red, lips. He would love to…but no…he decided immediately against it. She portrayed such innocence, hardly at all like the women he was used to. No, in fact, she was the complete opposite. He had never felt such feelings…and didn't like where they were leading him. So he immediately breathed in, puffed out his chest, and walked over to her with authority.

"Excuse me Miss," he drawled lazily, as she turned around, a slight 'eek' leaving her lips.

"Pray what are you doing out here?" His form was commanding, as his blue eyes darkened, and stared into hers, intimidating them, until she finally glared back. She didn't answer and turned around as if she hadn't heard him. 'That's it, she's coming with me, and she is a trespasser anyways…no matter how…' he gulped, 'gorgeous…she is…' the sound of her angelic, yet sarcastic voice stopped his thoughts from going any further.

"Could you pleeeaasssee stop the staring, it's really making me feel uncomfortable…" She said, as he realized he had been caught in the act, so he acted on impulse, no one talked to the prince in such a matter.

"You," he roared, "young lady are coming with me. You are trespassing on private property." He grabbed her arm and dragged her behind him.

"And exactly who's property am I trespassing? I really don't see a name on it," She responded with a giggle, in a very childlike manner.

"ARGGHHH! It's MINE!" Endymion turned around, steam coming out of his ears.

"And why does that make it so important, pray tell me…" She giggled, and then quieted as his speech returned.

"The Prince of the Earth's," he said smugly. She burst out laughing.

"Ha! As if!" She stuck out her tongue. 'Oh gods' he groaned. "And I'm the Princess of the Moon Kingdom." She said sarcastically, "OH WAIT! I AM!" She burst out laughing at his dimwitted expression.

"That's it!" And he swooped Serenity off her feet, carrying her kicking and screaming form above his head. "Why- you- ugh- YOU BASTARD PUT ME DOWN!" He carried her to his bedroom, locking his door as he threw her on the bed. Suddenly she quieted down, and turned deathly pale, more so than she already was.

"Wait…" she replied shyly, "please, don't hurt me. I didn't…I didn't…" Tears threatened to fall down her cheeks as Endymion sighed, seeing how vulnerable she looked, and how young. 'Damn…she can't be more than 15….' Not realizing he had said that aloud, she responded,

"Hey I heard that. For your information I am actually 16, so there! And you look ancient, what are you…like 40?" Endymion just laughed at the little minx sitting on his bed.

"Actually I'm 25," she gasped in faked shock,

"Oh my, I would have never known!" He gave her a knowing look,

"Okay, okay, so I admit, you don't look like you are over 30…but you seriously don't look like you are 25…you look like you've faced too many hardships for a 25 year old." He stopped her right there, not wanting her to continue and talk about his hardships.

"OK, enough about me, what about you. What are you doing here?" He looked for those blue orbs again, only to find long black eyelashes, as she stared at the hem of her dress.

"Well…" she began, "mother wants me to get married. It's not so much her decision, but the Moon Kingdom expects it. And…and…" she sighed,

"Wait," he began, "isn't 16 a little young to be married?" He was quite curious now.

"Oh no, not at all. In fact, I've had men lining up to court me since I turned 14. But, that's not the point. The point is that I ran away." She looked up through heavily lidded eyes to see what his reaction to be.

"HOLD ON," Endymion roared, "So you're telling me that you ran away to the Earth, and that I've currently got a runaway in my hands???!!!"

"Dear Gods," he touched the cross that lay upon his throat. "What did I ever do to deserve such punishment? If your mother finds you here…do you know how much trouble I'll be in? Especially since the moon and earth are not on such great terms…" he started rambling off until she brought a hand to his chest, as tears threatened to fall, she urged him to stop.

"Please, Endymion," she continued to blink back the tears, "Please do not tell my mother. I promise to return home in the morning, and will never tell a soul about being here on earth or meeting you or anything," hurt reigned in his eyes at the thought that she didn't want to see him.

"But please don't make me leave," she curled up in a ball, and he laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"All…right…" he sighed in defeat, "but you can't leave my room, because if any of the maids saw you, you could easily be recognized," he paused, "I mean everyone knows who you are, I'm surprised I didn't recognize you myself, but you have to stay in here."

"O---kay…" she stammered. Flushing under his tender gaze and at their proximity. "Well I will go sleep on the couch as not to disturb you."

"Nonsense," Endymion said, "You're the princess of the moon, you've probably never slept anywhere except on a bed in your entire life. I'll take the couch."

"But it's your room…" she was unsure of how to say her next thought, as it could cause all sorts of problems, she didn't want him thinking the wrong way about her.

"Whydon'twejustbothsharethebed?" She turned away, not wanting to see his reaction.

"Come again…?" Endymion had not understood anything she had just said.

"Alright," she sighed, she had been doing that a lot tonight, "since I'm a guest, and it's your room, and your bed is HUGE," she emphasized that part, "Why don't we just share it?"

"Hmmmm," 'this is going to take all the willpower I've got tonight just to take her right her, I mean…I've already got her in my room. "Okay…then it's settled. I'll take this end, you can take that end."

"Right," she sighed as she slipped in.

"Hold on," he said, "You're going to sleep in that?" he said motioning to her dress.

"Well yeah…I didn't really plan ahead about this whole running away thing…so I didn't really bring anything else to wear."

"Oh," he ran his hands through his hair.

"Well umm…I don't really have anything here…so I guess you're gonna have to sleep in that," he gulped. 'Why do all of those damn moon dresses have to show off her lovely shape?

"Yeah, I guess so, and then she turned from him as she climbed into bed, taking the buns out of her hair, as the silver rays cascaded down her back.

"Holy shit," Endymion murmured. He had never seen anything so enticing as that damn hair of hers.

Feeling his cobalt eyes on her, Serenity turned around, but immediately regretted her decision as she saw the handsome prince, only clad in his boxers.

"Oh god…" she groaned and closed her eyes. His taunting smile returned, 'this may be a little fun after all.' He moved closer to her in the bed, and wrapped an arm around her. His bare chest could feel every part of her backside, and could smell her intoxicatingly sweet scent.

"Hmmm…good night Serenity."

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And With that, Serena awoke from the dream…no nightmare, of her past life. UGHHHHHH WHY COULDN'T SHE AND DARIEN JUST BE HAPPY LIKE THAT!!! It frustrated her beyond belief. She got out of bed as soon as she saw the time. It was 9:30, and all thoughts of Darien were gone, as she raced off to the shower so that way she could get dressed up for Seiya. As soon as she dried her hair, she contemplated on how to do it. Never before had she questioned this, however, today was a new- Darien free day, as that was the only reason she had continued wearing the childish hairstyle-Darien had always insisted on it. She could never figure out exactly why. She decided that leaving her hair down wasn't really an option unless she cut it, which was something she wasn't ready to do, so she tied it back like Mina always did. She had no idea how to impress a rock star...but decided that she should go with something sexy, so she put on a cute, not so innocent pair of short-shorts, and a tight t-shirt to match, and grabbed a pair of sunglasses as well as a purse, and headed out the door.

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Hoped everyone liked it. Sorry that the dream was so long…I wasn't ready for Serena and Seiya's meeting as it will bring great change. I will not tell you who will end up being a couple, but you will by the middle of this story! Watch out for an exciting scene next week, please read and review. I love criticism!

Love,

Miss Katharine