Hey everyone! Voila, chapter ten! I appologise that it isn't the most action-filled or lengthy chapter, but I felt that it wouldn't fit too well as the beginning portion of chapter eleven. I felt it needed its own separate domain.
Merci! to all reviewers, and a happy friday to all!
Chapter 10: Moonlight Musings
Darien watched as the stars twinkled against the black sky, He had long since given up on sleeping, despite how exhausted he was. It was now nearly three o'clock in the morning and about half an hour ago he had finally given up and risen from bed for some fresh air. He had hoped the night breeze from his balcony would calm his stirring mind, and yet it was to no avail.
He sighed. What had happened that afternoon would probably never allow him to sleep again…
So Endymion was the name of the guy who broke Serena's heart. Endymion. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. It wasn't exactly a name one would commonly hear in conversation. But, oddly, it rang a bell somewhere in the back of his mind; if only he could remember why.
And Serena had been talking about this guy in her sleep, which meant…
"She really must love this Endymion," he thought sadly. Not him. But could he really expect her to take him over another? Was it really fair for him to want Sailor Mono, the Princess, and Serena too? Darien didn't want to admit the truth, but in all honesty, he had no claim to Serena's heart when his was so clearly divided and confused. Not to mention that he had ambushed her, when she was lonely and vulnerable. Perhaps she even regretted the kiss. He quickly tried to put the thought from his mind, hoping against hope that wasn't true, but he couldn't deny that it would constitute justice.
"If only justice existed in love as well as the world Sailor Moon sought to defend from evil," he muttered sadly, gazing up at the sky. The moon was barely visible, a mere sliver of light in a world of darkness. Sailor Moon's name did suit her character quite well. She, too, was a gleam of light in the life of Tuxedo Mask.
As if his thoughts had electrocuted his body, he felt the familiar pull in his chest, like someone had tied a tiny sting around his heart and was tugging on it, ever so gently. She was in trouble. Without another thought, he thrust his hand into his jacket and withdrew a single red rose. The next moment, Tuxedo Mask leapt from the balcony and into the shadows of night.