Darien wiped as much of the remaining water from his damp hair with a
blue towel. He really needed that shower, especially since a bit of his
dark black bangs were crusty from cake frosting, much thanks to Andrew.
"That guy is crazy, he knew damn right that I'd get revenge...ah, revenge, such a sweet thing," Darien chuckled as an image of Andrew's face and hair was covered with yellow and red frosting. 'Ok' thought Darien, fully smiling now, 'so I did have fun, but that does not change my view on my birthday.' He walked passed his study. He decided to lay off the drinking for awhile. It really did not help him at all lately, and hangovers were just not the most fun things in the world, nor were they pleasant.
"Twenty till five. I'm surprised the party didn't last longer, but it is still morning, who knows what could happen?" Darien smiled smugly to himself and laughed a bit, "May be a youma could attack New York?" the Prince of the Earth was amused enough by himself to let out a continuous laugh that echoed throughout his hallway. 'I can't even remember the last time we had an attack this early in the morning.' He continued to walk into his kitchen and turned on the light.
"May be some juice or milk would calm my throat.....anything but alcohol. Hm?" Darien squinted and recognized the forgotten broken glass. He picked up the biggest shard that had a bit of blood on it. Darien frowned 'she didn't tell me that she cut herself, but I didn't even notice.' Roughed up, but gentle hands found the initiative to clean up the light and hazardous mess as quickly and cautious as possible. As Darien threw the pieces of the beautiful glass safely into a garbage can, he remembered the memory that occurred in the minds of Darien and Serena. She saw how alone he was, but in the past, on the moon, they 'cared about each other.' Darien rubbed his temples 'We obviously were not alone, and we had the same, compatible personalities.'
"The past is so haunting," admitted the handsome, blue-eyed man, "If only ours were simpler. It's not easy to be the reincarnations of the past rulers of the universe, who knows if more trouble will come to us...Especially since we are all finally living normal lives, well, as normal as life can get for anyone." Darien continued to ponder on his thoughts of past happenings as he poured himself some milk. The smooth mixture glided down his throat, cooling it to a good extent, leaving him content enough for more. Something caught Darien's eye however, right beside the presents everyone gave him. He picked up the black object with wonderment as he flipped through it.
"Well, at least she did not use any of my credit cards, but that still would not have been as effective as throwing me a party due to the cards in this stupid thing." Darien tossed the wallet back onto the table and stared at his presents. At least a third of them were opened, he saved the best for last, everyone's from his past life in Japan.
"Let's see what my lovely friends gave me, oh, a 'half' lifetime supply of tokens, how nice of Andrew," the year older Darien said sarcastically, "and a bunny?" Darien inspected the pink stuffed animal a bit more and decided to question his friend on it later...the present seemed more suitable for Serena. Darien continued to open the rest of his presents which consisted of, "Tube socks, the 'Guidebook to Getting a Life past 30'? What are people trying to imply? ...A-a playboy magazine and a battery operated vagi-??? ARgh... Chad and his jokes. Thank God Rei has some sense in presents," said Darien with relieved and admiring blue eyes which scanned the authentic good luck charms, no doubt from her temple straight from Japan. Darien looked at Chad's 'handmade' card and was too disturbed and afraid to open it. So, he opted to open the rest of his presents, saving the present box with classy wrapping and a red ribbon for last. All in all the rest of his presents went fairly smoothly, but the whole time the back of his mind was anxious to open Serena's present.
"Ok, moment of truth," said the joking man who sat in a lazy, position while holding the present with one hand. He skillfully maneuvered his legs to cross in an Indian style and placed the beautiful box onto his living room table. He looked at it and cocked his head. He did not doubt that he would open it, but he was just curious as what to expect. 'Something humorous would seem like a typical present from Serena. May be something meaningful? Huh, but what meaningful thing could Serena possibly find to give me?' Darien poked at the box and sheepishly grinned.
"I don't suppose it's a puppy," he said aloud to no one in particular. 'It could be something materialistic? Something that I possibly do not need?' Darien shook his head vigorously to reassure himself.
"Serena would not give something to anyone if she knew it would not be of any use or sentimental value, unless she completely hated the person, but, it is me I am talking about. Ah, Darien, just open the present!"
After the command to himself, and a good six minutes of pondering on the present, Darien finally pulled the simple red ribbon from Serena's lovely wrapped present. 'I wonder if she wrapped this herself' wondered Darien as he carefully pulled at the taped sides and worked his way through the wrapper, trying to be careful not to rip any of it. He had to admit, he wanted to cherish the girls work, she was just too special to him. The box was a fairly good size, not too big not too small. Darien was more eager to see what was inside now and as he anxiously opened the lid of the blue box with white stars, yet another smile cascaded onto his lips for what seemed like the millionth time that morning. Darien ruffled through the light purple tissue paper and pulled out the object he desired to see for the time being and suppressed a chuckle. The present was just so ingenious, Darien was surprised he did not see it coming, but then again it was 'Serena ingenious.' He analyzed the Very first, mint-condition Manga of Sailor Moon autographed by none other than Sailor Moon herself.
"Haha, what a crazy woman, I wonder how she managed to get her hands on such a thing. Hm, there's more," Darien shuffled through the rest of the box and pulled out a taped of the first movie ever made about the love story between Tuxedo Mask and Sailor Moon and he just could not help it, he began to laugh, "I can't believe it." Darien wiped the tears from his eyes as he opened the card attached to the video tape.
"My Dearest Tuxedo Mask,
You are getting old on me, are you? I wonder if your skills are good enough to jump on roof tops and swoop down to save me. If they are, I hope you would not need to put them into use anymore. Since we have been at peace, despite all that has happened, I have wanted to thank you for all your help, it's been a pleasure.
Your Number One Senshi, Sailor Moon
p.s. Happy Birthday!" Darien read aloud and skimmed through the card again. 'Short and sweet, just like Serena...but she is not so short anymore.' Darien sighed, he absolutely loved her present.
"I wonder if there's anymore," the prince of Earth dived his hands through the rest of the royal colored tissue paper and pulled it all out of the box. His midnight blue eyes peeked at the now tissue-less box and discovered a smaller box isolated and alone. With interest he set aside the purple paper and took the squared, hand sized container in his grasp and opened it curiously. He almost dropped the box at the surprise that immediately shocked his senses, unfortunately reality reached him once again at the feel of the lid hitting his foot. Evidently he was shocked enough to drop the cover and the light touch it gave off was enough to shake the surprise off.
Darien brushed his bangs away from his forehead and placed the small box in front of him. With great ease and carefulness he lifted up a small strand of gold, to be more precise, a slim gold chain. He gingerly pulled it with a bit more force so as to pull the item hanging securely with the chain, as if it always belonged, and it always did. With his left hand he clutched the five cornered locket tight and closed his eyes. It was 'their' star locket. He took a deep breath, he tried to remember all the memories and it really got to him.
"Wh-" Darien suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. His heart started to pound just a bit faster, but it suddenly calmed. He got up and headed for his room's balcony. Opening the glass door, the early morning air settled coolly on the tall man's warmth and he held the star locket with care as he stepped outside. His eyes squinted a bit as if trying to look for something, and a pleasantly light breeze started. Darien's blue pupils made contact with the remaining stars. It was still dark out but barely visible traces of the day's sun were sensed and all of a sudden the bitter-sweet melody of their locket touched Darien's sensitive ears. He wanted to cry. This song was what brought him to life so many times. When Sailor Moon brought him back from Beryl's brainwashing, this locket shined so bright and its music played for him, for them. He owed so much to this melody, the same exact melody his father use to hum. The melody he used to try and figure out on the orphanage's piano over and over, all alone. It was the song of the Moon and its past, the song of the Moon's past lovers and their sorrow. This song haunted his thoughts every time he woke up to reality, away from his dream princess. He never really felt so alone when he hummed the song to himself, its sweet melody just made him feel so.... 'empty.' The melody came to a beautiful stop, but Darien's fingers still ached from fighting away painful thoughts. It still played in his head. Why did she give the locket back? He wanted to know, if she valued it so much, why? He was about to walk back into his room when he stopped.
"Why did you give it back?" Darien questioned softly before he closed the door to his balcony and room.
In the shadows of the building next to Darien's apartment was Sailor Moon, who knew very well Tuxedo Mask would sense her easily, calmly standing holding a fist over her chest and looked towards the door of the birthday boy. She watched him for hours and waited for him to come out, once he did sense her presence, that is. She just needed to see his reaction. She needed to see if he cherished the star locket as much as she did and she found out what she needed to know. She smiled a bit and jumped from the shadows onto the rooftop of the building and answered Darien's question, which evidently was the same answer she was looking for.
"You need it more than I do, Mamoru."
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Hey, guys! Wow, took me awhile to update, huh? I just did not have enough ideas to write, and as you can see this is one of my shortest chapters. I wrote this cause it was the bestest idea I had and I wanted to let you all know I was still alive..also, I was thinking of not finishing this fic, but I really wanna complete it. So, I'm fishing for more ideas! Have any suggestions? That'd be great!!!
Thank you all for reading, and for the reviewers of my earlier chapters, I appreciate all that you have done. Not only did you stick with my writing and read all my chapters, but you graciously reviewed, as well. That means so much to me! :) thanks!
Well, I hope to find inspiration soon, with your help of course. Please REVIEW!
piss out and nadja trips out!
p.s. sorry this chapter wasn't proofread.
"That guy is crazy, he knew damn right that I'd get revenge...ah, revenge, such a sweet thing," Darien chuckled as an image of Andrew's face and hair was covered with yellow and red frosting. 'Ok' thought Darien, fully smiling now, 'so I did have fun, but that does not change my view on my birthday.' He walked passed his study. He decided to lay off the drinking for awhile. It really did not help him at all lately, and hangovers were just not the most fun things in the world, nor were they pleasant.
"Twenty till five. I'm surprised the party didn't last longer, but it is still morning, who knows what could happen?" Darien smiled smugly to himself and laughed a bit, "May be a youma could attack New York?" the Prince of the Earth was amused enough by himself to let out a continuous laugh that echoed throughout his hallway. 'I can't even remember the last time we had an attack this early in the morning.' He continued to walk into his kitchen and turned on the light.
"May be some juice or milk would calm my throat.....anything but alcohol. Hm?" Darien squinted and recognized the forgotten broken glass. He picked up the biggest shard that had a bit of blood on it. Darien frowned 'she didn't tell me that she cut herself, but I didn't even notice.' Roughed up, but gentle hands found the initiative to clean up the light and hazardous mess as quickly and cautious as possible. As Darien threw the pieces of the beautiful glass safely into a garbage can, he remembered the memory that occurred in the minds of Darien and Serena. She saw how alone he was, but in the past, on the moon, they 'cared about each other.' Darien rubbed his temples 'We obviously were not alone, and we had the same, compatible personalities.'
"The past is so haunting," admitted the handsome, blue-eyed man, "If only ours were simpler. It's not easy to be the reincarnations of the past rulers of the universe, who knows if more trouble will come to us...Especially since we are all finally living normal lives, well, as normal as life can get for anyone." Darien continued to ponder on his thoughts of past happenings as he poured himself some milk. The smooth mixture glided down his throat, cooling it to a good extent, leaving him content enough for more. Something caught Darien's eye however, right beside the presents everyone gave him. He picked up the black object with wonderment as he flipped through it.
"Well, at least she did not use any of my credit cards, but that still would not have been as effective as throwing me a party due to the cards in this stupid thing." Darien tossed the wallet back onto the table and stared at his presents. At least a third of them were opened, he saved the best for last, everyone's from his past life in Japan.
"Let's see what my lovely friends gave me, oh, a 'half' lifetime supply of tokens, how nice of Andrew," the year older Darien said sarcastically, "and a bunny?" Darien inspected the pink stuffed animal a bit more and decided to question his friend on it later...the present seemed more suitable for Serena. Darien continued to open the rest of his presents which consisted of, "Tube socks, the 'Guidebook to Getting a Life past 30'? What are people trying to imply? ...A-a playboy magazine and a battery operated vagi-??? ARgh... Chad and his jokes. Thank God Rei has some sense in presents," said Darien with relieved and admiring blue eyes which scanned the authentic good luck charms, no doubt from her temple straight from Japan. Darien looked at Chad's 'handmade' card and was too disturbed and afraid to open it. So, he opted to open the rest of his presents, saving the present box with classy wrapping and a red ribbon for last. All in all the rest of his presents went fairly smoothly, but the whole time the back of his mind was anxious to open Serena's present.
"Ok, moment of truth," said the joking man who sat in a lazy, position while holding the present with one hand. He skillfully maneuvered his legs to cross in an Indian style and placed the beautiful box onto his living room table. He looked at it and cocked his head. He did not doubt that he would open it, but he was just curious as what to expect. 'Something humorous would seem like a typical present from Serena. May be something meaningful? Huh, but what meaningful thing could Serena possibly find to give me?' Darien poked at the box and sheepishly grinned.
"I don't suppose it's a puppy," he said aloud to no one in particular. 'It could be something materialistic? Something that I possibly do not need?' Darien shook his head vigorously to reassure himself.
"Serena would not give something to anyone if she knew it would not be of any use or sentimental value, unless she completely hated the person, but, it is me I am talking about. Ah, Darien, just open the present!"
After the command to himself, and a good six minutes of pondering on the present, Darien finally pulled the simple red ribbon from Serena's lovely wrapped present. 'I wonder if she wrapped this herself' wondered Darien as he carefully pulled at the taped sides and worked his way through the wrapper, trying to be careful not to rip any of it. He had to admit, he wanted to cherish the girls work, she was just too special to him. The box was a fairly good size, not too big not too small. Darien was more eager to see what was inside now and as he anxiously opened the lid of the blue box with white stars, yet another smile cascaded onto his lips for what seemed like the millionth time that morning. Darien ruffled through the light purple tissue paper and pulled out the object he desired to see for the time being and suppressed a chuckle. The present was just so ingenious, Darien was surprised he did not see it coming, but then again it was 'Serena ingenious.' He analyzed the Very first, mint-condition Manga of Sailor Moon autographed by none other than Sailor Moon herself.
"Haha, what a crazy woman, I wonder how she managed to get her hands on such a thing. Hm, there's more," Darien shuffled through the rest of the box and pulled out a taped of the first movie ever made about the love story between Tuxedo Mask and Sailor Moon and he just could not help it, he began to laugh, "I can't believe it." Darien wiped the tears from his eyes as he opened the card attached to the video tape.
"My Dearest Tuxedo Mask,
You are getting old on me, are you? I wonder if your skills are good enough to jump on roof tops and swoop down to save me. If they are, I hope you would not need to put them into use anymore. Since we have been at peace, despite all that has happened, I have wanted to thank you for all your help, it's been a pleasure.
Your Number One Senshi, Sailor Moon
p.s. Happy Birthday!" Darien read aloud and skimmed through the card again. 'Short and sweet, just like Serena...but she is not so short anymore.' Darien sighed, he absolutely loved her present.
"I wonder if there's anymore," the prince of Earth dived his hands through the rest of the royal colored tissue paper and pulled it all out of the box. His midnight blue eyes peeked at the now tissue-less box and discovered a smaller box isolated and alone. With interest he set aside the purple paper and took the squared, hand sized container in his grasp and opened it curiously. He almost dropped the box at the surprise that immediately shocked his senses, unfortunately reality reached him once again at the feel of the lid hitting his foot. Evidently he was shocked enough to drop the cover and the light touch it gave off was enough to shake the surprise off.
Darien brushed his bangs away from his forehead and placed the small box in front of him. With great ease and carefulness he lifted up a small strand of gold, to be more precise, a slim gold chain. He gingerly pulled it with a bit more force so as to pull the item hanging securely with the chain, as if it always belonged, and it always did. With his left hand he clutched the five cornered locket tight and closed his eyes. It was 'their' star locket. He took a deep breath, he tried to remember all the memories and it really got to him.
"Wh-" Darien suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. His heart started to pound just a bit faster, but it suddenly calmed. He got up and headed for his room's balcony. Opening the glass door, the early morning air settled coolly on the tall man's warmth and he held the star locket with care as he stepped outside. His eyes squinted a bit as if trying to look for something, and a pleasantly light breeze started. Darien's blue pupils made contact with the remaining stars. It was still dark out but barely visible traces of the day's sun were sensed and all of a sudden the bitter-sweet melody of their locket touched Darien's sensitive ears. He wanted to cry. This song was what brought him to life so many times. When Sailor Moon brought him back from Beryl's brainwashing, this locket shined so bright and its music played for him, for them. He owed so much to this melody, the same exact melody his father use to hum. The melody he used to try and figure out on the orphanage's piano over and over, all alone. It was the song of the Moon and its past, the song of the Moon's past lovers and their sorrow. This song haunted his thoughts every time he woke up to reality, away from his dream princess. He never really felt so alone when he hummed the song to himself, its sweet melody just made him feel so.... 'empty.' The melody came to a beautiful stop, but Darien's fingers still ached from fighting away painful thoughts. It still played in his head. Why did she give the locket back? He wanted to know, if she valued it so much, why? He was about to walk back into his room when he stopped.
"Why did you give it back?" Darien questioned softly before he closed the door to his balcony and room.
In the shadows of the building next to Darien's apartment was Sailor Moon, who knew very well Tuxedo Mask would sense her easily, calmly standing holding a fist over her chest and looked towards the door of the birthday boy. She watched him for hours and waited for him to come out, once he did sense her presence, that is. She just needed to see his reaction. She needed to see if he cherished the star locket as much as she did and she found out what she needed to know. She smiled a bit and jumped from the shadows onto the rooftop of the building and answered Darien's question, which evidently was the same answer she was looking for.
"You need it more than I do, Mamoru."
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Hey, guys! Wow, took me awhile to update, huh? I just did not have enough ideas to write, and as you can see this is one of my shortest chapters. I wrote this cause it was the bestest idea I had and I wanted to let you all know I was still alive..also, I was thinking of not finishing this fic, but I really wanna complete it. So, I'm fishing for more ideas! Have any suggestions? That'd be great!!!
Thank you all for reading, and for the reviewers of my earlier chapters, I appreciate all that you have done. Not only did you stick with my writing and read all my chapters, but you graciously reviewed, as well. That means so much to me! :) thanks!
Well, I hope to find inspiration soon, with your help of course. Please REVIEW!
piss out and nadja trips out!
p.s. sorry this chapter wasn't proofread.