Title: Who Really Cares for me?
Author: Usagi San
Email: chiba_serena@hotmal.com
Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon
Chapter 2
The chirping outside woke me and I groaned as I rubbed my eyes to drive away the sleepiness. I had slept soundly the night before and instantly felt refreshed as soon as my eyes opened. Peeling off my nightgown, I stepped into a large shower that is connected to my room and took a very quick shower. The Shields had said that I was allowed to use any of the facilities in the house, so I did not feel any guilt in using the shower.
After the shower, I rummaged through my bag and found my simple but elegant white dress. I am not yet 20 so I can't wear anything fancy, but I am a proper lady, so this dress has silky texture and hugs my body to near perfection. I stood, admiring my dress in the big round mirror before the dresser. There had been lots of weird powders and rouge on the dresser, but I really didn't feel comfortable with those.
Walking down the huge stairwell cases, I couldn't help wondering about Austal and Damale's reaction. A little voice in my head muttered about Darien's name, but I pointedly ignored it. I reached the end of the stairs and looked up. Everyone, with an exception of Darien who was standing, was sitting in the living room.
Austal gasped and came over and hug me. She overwhelmed me with her praises and admiration. Damale also nodded his approval. I don't know what made me look over. I don't even care. But my gaze rested on Darien. His face was masked as always, and totally expressionlessly. His arms were crossed and were leaning causally against the wall.
I couldn't help the disappointment deep inside me. I had looked my best but he doesn't even show a single comment to show that he noticed. Wait a minute. Why do I care? It's not like I value his opinion or anything. It's Charles's opinion that matters to me.
He spoke, "I really don't think you should have worn that dress. We are going to the country to visit our farm there."
I blanched and looked at Austal. Her expression confirmed it. I glared at Darien. It's not fair. Why does he have to be right, and can't he wipe that smirk off his face just for a moment?
"Oh you!" I couldn't say more because his parents are here, but boy is he going to get it at the farm! I twirled around and stomped back up the stairs.
The wind blew my hair back, and I smelled the fresh country air. We have arrived at the farm. On the way, Darien had ignored me and only talked to his parents. I felt annoyed but kept quiet.
Now, here on the farm, I couldn't help but feel lonely. Because Charles isn't here with me. I miss him so much it hurts. He must be feeling the same thing. Unexpected tears welled up in my eyes, and I blinked them back. I cannot cry in front of my *family*. They will think that I'm soft.
Suddenly, I spied two figures lying behind the low shrubs that laid themselves across the edge of the barn. I squinted and pointed to the shrubs.
"Hey! I think someone is there," I called out to Austal and Damale. They looked over and saw what I saw. Austal has a frown on her face. She started walking over and I followed. Guess whom those figures belong to? You'll never guess. I was so surprised when my eyes settled on his face.
"Charles!" I cried out. He looked at me in equal shock. My eyes shifted to the person beside him. It was a girl, around my age, with long red tresses and big green eyes. From the look of it, they had been making out.
My mind seemed to slow down and I barely heard Austal say, "Charles! How could you?!"
"Sorry Auntie!" he grinned sheepishly.
My eyes widened and registered his words. Charles is Austal's nephew? And what is he doing with another girl? These thoughts were racing through my head. Charles's brilliant eyes settled on mine and in them, I saw something resembling pity. I glared at him.
I can't believe this is happening. I come all the way here so that Charles and I can be together, and what do I find. Him in the arms of another woman. All those nights of stargazing, all those sweet stolen kisses had obviously meant nothing.
I couldn't stand this one moment longer. Turning, I ran blindly toward the forest that lies behind the farm. Behind me, I could hear Austal's yells and footsteps. But I didn't stop or even care. I just needed to get away.
I stumbled as I ran. For a moment, I was glad that I had changed into a set of clothing fit for running.
Tears ran down my face, and I wiped them away impatiently. I couldn't see anything except Charles and the girl. Charles's pitying face flashed in front of me, and I cried out in my grief. So caught up was I, that I didn't see a low-lying branch. The rough wood scraped hard against my knees as I tripped on the branch. With an 'Ahh!', I went down.
I don't know how long I lay sprawled across the branch. I was just about to get up when a pair of large hands wrapped themselves around my waist and lifted me easily from the ground. I felt fear, and started thrashing around. I was panicking too hard to hear the attacker shout some curses.
"SERENA!" the attacker finally shouted out. I felt puzzlement. How does the attacker know my name. The voice also sounds like...
"Darien?" the thrashing ceased. I heard a sigh. The pair of hands belonging to Darien, the man I do NOT get along with, tightened his grip on me as he settled me down on his lap. I felt warmth and comfort and forgot for a moment that this man had insulted me and made my life miserable as soon as we met.
I buried my hot face into Darien's jacket and lay there, crying silently. For a long while, none of us said anything. Darien's arms were around me, holding me close. He seemed to understand that I don't want to talk, and just sat there with me in his arms. The only sound that could be heard was birds chirping above us, and crickets chatting below us.
After I got under control, I moved away from Darien and wiped my eyes. I knew that I must look awful, as I always did after a cry.
"I guess you'll be wanting to know why I ran," I said quietly. He surprised me by shaking his head.
"Only if you're ready, Serena."
I stared at him in surprise.
"I am ready." I paused, and then continued. "Did you know that Charles went to America last summer, about 3 or 4 months ago? Well, I met him there." I ignored Darien's gasp of surprise and proceeded to tell him all about how I fell in love with him and how Charles had felt the same thing.
"So," I concluded, "that's why I agreed to come to England. I thought I could reunite with Charles here."
I peeked at Darien after telling him everything and found him staring at me. Something, maybe pain, flashed through his eyes before fading away. I ignored the emotion, writing it off as pity.
"So, I guess you loved him," he stated calmly. "But the real question is, do you still love him after seeing him with another woman?"
"Of course I still love him!" I declared passionately. "He probably just made a mistake with that woman. Everyone makes mistakes!"
Darien looked at me like I had grown two heads.
"You still are going to forgive him and pretend nothing happened after seeing him with Lydia?"
"Lydia?" I repeated, bemused.
Darien shifted uncomfortably and cursed under his breath.
"Yes, that was Lydia that Charles was with," he said grimly. "She's Charles's girlfriend. Had been Charles's girlfriend since he was 17. Been his girlfriend for 3 years. I guess he forgot to tell you that he had a girlfriend back home!"
I couldn't believe it. Fresh tears threatened to fall any moment. He had lied to me. Charles, my love, had lied to me. My stubbornness took over and I shook my head.
"You're wrong," I said shakily. "He couldn't have had a girlfriend. I asked him, and he told me that he only loved me, and no one else."
Darien's eyes flashed with anger this time.
"Damn it Serena! The truth is right in front of your eyes. Don't tell me that you don't believe what you see! He loves Lydia for three years now. That summer thing was probably just a fling." Boy was he getting mad over *my* predicament.
Suddenly, I was worried. Maybe Charles does love this Lydia more than me. Maybe I am not as attractive as that redhead. I pushed these thoughts away impatiently. I will speak to Charles so my worries can be put to rest.
"I would like to go home please," I requested. Darien looked like he was going to say something, but after a look at my set face he nodded.
So we set off, on foot, back to the farm.
I hope u'll liked this part!
-Usagi San
Author: Usagi San
Email: chiba_serena@hotmal.com
Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon
Chapter 2
The chirping outside woke me and I groaned as I rubbed my eyes to drive away the sleepiness. I had slept soundly the night before and instantly felt refreshed as soon as my eyes opened. Peeling off my nightgown, I stepped into a large shower that is connected to my room and took a very quick shower. The Shields had said that I was allowed to use any of the facilities in the house, so I did not feel any guilt in using the shower.
After the shower, I rummaged through my bag and found my simple but elegant white dress. I am not yet 20 so I can't wear anything fancy, but I am a proper lady, so this dress has silky texture and hugs my body to near perfection. I stood, admiring my dress in the big round mirror before the dresser. There had been lots of weird powders and rouge on the dresser, but I really didn't feel comfortable with those.
Walking down the huge stairwell cases, I couldn't help wondering about Austal and Damale's reaction. A little voice in my head muttered about Darien's name, but I pointedly ignored it. I reached the end of the stairs and looked up. Everyone, with an exception of Darien who was standing, was sitting in the living room.
Austal gasped and came over and hug me. She overwhelmed me with her praises and admiration. Damale also nodded his approval. I don't know what made me look over. I don't even care. But my gaze rested on Darien. His face was masked as always, and totally expressionlessly. His arms were crossed and were leaning causally against the wall.
I couldn't help the disappointment deep inside me. I had looked my best but he doesn't even show a single comment to show that he noticed. Wait a minute. Why do I care? It's not like I value his opinion or anything. It's Charles's opinion that matters to me.
He spoke, "I really don't think you should have worn that dress. We are going to the country to visit our farm there."
I blanched and looked at Austal. Her expression confirmed it. I glared at Darien. It's not fair. Why does he have to be right, and can't he wipe that smirk off his face just for a moment?
"Oh you!" I couldn't say more because his parents are here, but boy is he going to get it at the farm! I twirled around and stomped back up the stairs.
The wind blew my hair back, and I smelled the fresh country air. We have arrived at the farm. On the way, Darien had ignored me and only talked to his parents. I felt annoyed but kept quiet.
Now, here on the farm, I couldn't help but feel lonely. Because Charles isn't here with me. I miss him so much it hurts. He must be feeling the same thing. Unexpected tears welled up in my eyes, and I blinked them back. I cannot cry in front of my *family*. They will think that I'm soft.
Suddenly, I spied two figures lying behind the low shrubs that laid themselves across the edge of the barn. I squinted and pointed to the shrubs.
"Hey! I think someone is there," I called out to Austal and Damale. They looked over and saw what I saw. Austal has a frown on her face. She started walking over and I followed. Guess whom those figures belong to? You'll never guess. I was so surprised when my eyes settled on his face.
"Charles!" I cried out. He looked at me in equal shock. My eyes shifted to the person beside him. It was a girl, around my age, with long red tresses and big green eyes. From the look of it, they had been making out.
My mind seemed to slow down and I barely heard Austal say, "Charles! How could you?!"
"Sorry Auntie!" he grinned sheepishly.
My eyes widened and registered his words. Charles is Austal's nephew? And what is he doing with another girl? These thoughts were racing through my head. Charles's brilliant eyes settled on mine and in them, I saw something resembling pity. I glared at him.
I can't believe this is happening. I come all the way here so that Charles and I can be together, and what do I find. Him in the arms of another woman. All those nights of stargazing, all those sweet stolen kisses had obviously meant nothing.
I couldn't stand this one moment longer. Turning, I ran blindly toward the forest that lies behind the farm. Behind me, I could hear Austal's yells and footsteps. But I didn't stop or even care. I just needed to get away.
I stumbled as I ran. For a moment, I was glad that I had changed into a set of clothing fit for running.
Tears ran down my face, and I wiped them away impatiently. I couldn't see anything except Charles and the girl. Charles's pitying face flashed in front of me, and I cried out in my grief. So caught up was I, that I didn't see a low-lying branch. The rough wood scraped hard against my knees as I tripped on the branch. With an 'Ahh!', I went down.
I don't know how long I lay sprawled across the branch. I was just about to get up when a pair of large hands wrapped themselves around my waist and lifted me easily from the ground. I felt fear, and started thrashing around. I was panicking too hard to hear the attacker shout some curses.
"SERENA!" the attacker finally shouted out. I felt puzzlement. How does the attacker know my name. The voice also sounds like...
"Darien?" the thrashing ceased. I heard a sigh. The pair of hands belonging to Darien, the man I do NOT get along with, tightened his grip on me as he settled me down on his lap. I felt warmth and comfort and forgot for a moment that this man had insulted me and made my life miserable as soon as we met.
I buried my hot face into Darien's jacket and lay there, crying silently. For a long while, none of us said anything. Darien's arms were around me, holding me close. He seemed to understand that I don't want to talk, and just sat there with me in his arms. The only sound that could be heard was birds chirping above us, and crickets chatting below us.
After I got under control, I moved away from Darien and wiped my eyes. I knew that I must look awful, as I always did after a cry.
"I guess you'll be wanting to know why I ran," I said quietly. He surprised me by shaking his head.
"Only if you're ready, Serena."
I stared at him in surprise.
"I am ready." I paused, and then continued. "Did you know that Charles went to America last summer, about 3 or 4 months ago? Well, I met him there." I ignored Darien's gasp of surprise and proceeded to tell him all about how I fell in love with him and how Charles had felt the same thing.
"So," I concluded, "that's why I agreed to come to England. I thought I could reunite with Charles here."
I peeked at Darien after telling him everything and found him staring at me. Something, maybe pain, flashed through his eyes before fading away. I ignored the emotion, writing it off as pity.
"So, I guess you loved him," he stated calmly. "But the real question is, do you still love him after seeing him with another woman?"
"Of course I still love him!" I declared passionately. "He probably just made a mistake with that woman. Everyone makes mistakes!"
Darien looked at me like I had grown two heads.
"You still are going to forgive him and pretend nothing happened after seeing him with Lydia?"
"Lydia?" I repeated, bemused.
Darien shifted uncomfortably and cursed under his breath.
"Yes, that was Lydia that Charles was with," he said grimly. "She's Charles's girlfriend. Had been Charles's girlfriend since he was 17. Been his girlfriend for 3 years. I guess he forgot to tell you that he had a girlfriend back home!"
I couldn't believe it. Fresh tears threatened to fall any moment. He had lied to me. Charles, my love, had lied to me. My stubbornness took over and I shook my head.
"You're wrong," I said shakily. "He couldn't have had a girlfriend. I asked him, and he told me that he only loved me, and no one else."
Darien's eyes flashed with anger this time.
"Damn it Serena! The truth is right in front of your eyes. Don't tell me that you don't believe what you see! He loves Lydia for three years now. That summer thing was probably just a fling." Boy was he getting mad over *my* predicament.
Suddenly, I was worried. Maybe Charles does love this Lydia more than me. Maybe I am not as attractive as that redhead. I pushed these thoughts away impatiently. I will speak to Charles so my worries can be put to rest.
"I would like to go home please," I requested. Darien looked like he was going to say something, but after a look at my set face he nodded.
So we set off, on foot, back to the farm.
I hope u'll liked this part!
-Usagi San
