Title: Who Really Cares For Me?
Author: Usagi San
Email: chiba_serena@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-PG13
Genre: rom, alt
Part: chapter 7, incomplete
Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon and never will, so please leave me alone!
AN: Hey everyone! Sorry this chapter took so long. I was very busy, and after that last
chapter, i just don't feel like writing anymore. Finally, the chapter is here. It is the last
chapter of the fanfic. *sniff*
I will miss it. Please email me and tell me if you guys want a epilogue for this fanfic. Now,
I'll stop my blabbering and get on with the chapter!
Chapter 7
Darien! I thought frantically. He was pushed back several meters into the crowd of
people. I ran over to him, kneeled down, and scanned his face for any sign of injury.
Thankfully, there was none. He just looked dazed, since he obviously didn't expect
Charles to do that to him. His once new suit was a little crumpled and torn. The neatly
combed hair stuck out at odd ends, making him look messy and sexy at the same time.
After making sure that Darien was unharmed, I looked back at Charles, who was
approaching us with Lydia trailing behind. She wore an expression of horror on her
face, and I didn't blame her. Who would be happy when their boyfriend punches another
woman's date in front of such a large crowd? I had learned that gossip spreads like fire in
a forest in this part of town.
I got up angrily and confronted Charles. I didn't care anymore if my reputation is ruined.
He had no right to lay hands on Darien.
"How could you do that, Charles?" I snapped at him, shaking with rage. He seemed taken
back at my tone, and his face twisted. The sneer on his face as he neared me made me
think how I could ever have thought that he was handsome.
Ignoring my question, he grabbed my left arm forcefully, and to crowds', and mine,
surprise, started to drag me out of the great dancing hall. By then, Darien had recovered.
He growled when he saw Charles's hand on me and followed us before roughly forcing
Charles's hand off me.
Charles glared at him fiercely as he let go of my arm. Charles might be taller than Darien,
but Darien was far stronger and bulkier. It was evident by the fact that Darien had easily
pried his arm off me who was the stronger man.
A wide variety of reactions spurted from the spectators. Some screamed
when Charles pushed Darien. Some had yelled out encouragement as the two men faced
off. Others muttered disapprovingly. I was really getting tired of being at the center of
this tug-of-war thing between Charles and Darien. They seem so childish, unlike the
adults that they are.
"Stop!" I finally screamed at both of them, fed up. Silence greeted my scream. It was so
silent that a pin drop could heard against the floor if dropped.
"You are both acting so inmature," I said more quietly, staring at one to another. Neither
said anything. Both were quiet.
I addressed Charles first.
"Charles, I have realized something here in England," I told him, my soft voice speaking
my heart. "I realized that you can't hold onto the past. You and I had something
wonderful once. But that is over. There is no longer that spark between us. You have
Lydia now. We should close that chapter of the book and move on."
As I spoke, Charles's eyes filled with tears. His whole face softened, and it gave me hope
that perhaps Charles will shed his deceit and jealousy and repent. I gave him a small smile,
one that he returned.
Next, I looked at Darien. There was a cut at the corner of his lips and unable to resist, I
took out my hankerchief and reached over to caress the bleeding lip.
"Darien," I spoke after putting away my kankerchief. My eyes bored into his, and in
them, I saw uncertainty, confusion, and hope. It gave me the courage to tell him what I
wanted to tell him during the dance we shared. "I'm sorry for putting you through all this.
It's not fair to you, but I was so caught up in my need to win, yes, my need to win. I
realize now that I didn't want Charles back because I still love him. I want him back
because I can't stand to lose to someone else-someone whom him loves over me. I ddin't
consider your feelings in this. I appologize." I wasn't finished, but I just couldn't go on.
I was afraid of what Darien's reaction will be if I told him what had really been on my
mind. I was afraid of regection.
"Serena..." the sound of his husky voice brought me out of my reverie. He smiled at me
with warmth and...could it be love?
I decided at that point that it was now or never that I tell him. If I don't tell him now, I'll
never be able to tell him.
My palms clenched and butterfly attacked my stomach. Steering myself, and taking a
deep breath, I said,
"I also realized one other thing Darien. Something important, something significant." He
looked at me with open curiosity, waving his hands to urge me to continue.
The rest of the people seemed to fade away once more as I spoke the words.
"I found out that I love you."
At first, Darien seemed uncomprehending. Then, as what I said sank in, he looked at me
with disbelief. After a while,he began to smile. Widely. I felt relief. Smile is good. Smile
means something good, right?
I watched as he took a step closer to me.
"Are you serious, Serena?" he asked me, still grinning. I nodded silently, not trusting
myself to speak.
He leaned over until his lips are right on my left ear.
"I love you too." he breathed.
I heard and couldn't believe. I had to remind my self over and over again that this is NOT
a dream. It has to be real. Or else how could my happiness be so sharp? I felt
incredulous, but happy. He loves me too! Everything is going to be alright now!
His grin was contagious, and I started to grin along. I put my arms around the man i love
and laughed freely and openly. Things are turning out better than I had ever hoped for.
As I tilted my head to recieve a kiss, I reflected on my life so far. I may have felt frustrated
at times, angry over things, but for now, I am truly happy. Dimly, I heard the crowd
cheering as my lips met those of my loves.
End...or is it?
*sniff* it's so sweet! Ok, you guys tell me if I should write a epilogue. Email me!
-Usagi San
Author: Usagi San
Email: chiba_serena@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-PG13
Genre: rom, alt
Part: chapter 7, incomplete
Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon and never will, so please leave me alone!
AN: Hey everyone! Sorry this chapter took so long. I was very busy, and after that last
chapter, i just don't feel like writing anymore. Finally, the chapter is here. It is the last
chapter of the fanfic. *sniff*
I will miss it. Please email me and tell me if you guys want a epilogue for this fanfic. Now,
I'll stop my blabbering and get on with the chapter!
Chapter 7
Darien! I thought frantically. He was pushed back several meters into the crowd of
people. I ran over to him, kneeled down, and scanned his face for any sign of injury.
Thankfully, there was none. He just looked dazed, since he obviously didn't expect
Charles to do that to him. His once new suit was a little crumpled and torn. The neatly
combed hair stuck out at odd ends, making him look messy and sexy at the same time.
After making sure that Darien was unharmed, I looked back at Charles, who was
approaching us with Lydia trailing behind. She wore an expression of horror on her
face, and I didn't blame her. Who would be happy when their boyfriend punches another
woman's date in front of such a large crowd? I had learned that gossip spreads like fire in
a forest in this part of town.
I got up angrily and confronted Charles. I didn't care anymore if my reputation is ruined.
He had no right to lay hands on Darien.
"How could you do that, Charles?" I snapped at him, shaking with rage. He seemed taken
back at my tone, and his face twisted. The sneer on his face as he neared me made me
think how I could ever have thought that he was handsome.
Ignoring my question, he grabbed my left arm forcefully, and to crowds', and mine,
surprise, started to drag me out of the great dancing hall. By then, Darien had recovered.
He growled when he saw Charles's hand on me and followed us before roughly forcing
Charles's hand off me.
Charles glared at him fiercely as he let go of my arm. Charles might be taller than Darien,
but Darien was far stronger and bulkier. It was evident by the fact that Darien had easily
pried his arm off me who was the stronger man.
A wide variety of reactions spurted from the spectators. Some screamed
when Charles pushed Darien. Some had yelled out encouragement as the two men faced
off. Others muttered disapprovingly. I was really getting tired of being at the center of
this tug-of-war thing between Charles and Darien. They seem so childish, unlike the
adults that they are.
"Stop!" I finally screamed at both of them, fed up. Silence greeted my scream. It was so
silent that a pin drop could heard against the floor if dropped.
"You are both acting so inmature," I said more quietly, staring at one to another. Neither
said anything. Both were quiet.
I addressed Charles first.
"Charles, I have realized something here in England," I told him, my soft voice speaking
my heart. "I realized that you can't hold onto the past. You and I had something
wonderful once. But that is over. There is no longer that spark between us. You have
Lydia now. We should close that chapter of the book and move on."
As I spoke, Charles's eyes filled with tears. His whole face softened, and it gave me hope
that perhaps Charles will shed his deceit and jealousy and repent. I gave him a small smile,
one that he returned.
Next, I looked at Darien. There was a cut at the corner of his lips and unable to resist, I
took out my hankerchief and reached over to caress the bleeding lip.
"Darien," I spoke after putting away my kankerchief. My eyes bored into his, and in
them, I saw uncertainty, confusion, and hope. It gave me the courage to tell him what I
wanted to tell him during the dance we shared. "I'm sorry for putting you through all this.
It's not fair to you, but I was so caught up in my need to win, yes, my need to win. I
realize now that I didn't want Charles back because I still love him. I want him back
because I can't stand to lose to someone else-someone whom him loves over me. I ddin't
consider your feelings in this. I appologize." I wasn't finished, but I just couldn't go on.
I was afraid of what Darien's reaction will be if I told him what had really been on my
mind. I was afraid of regection.
"Serena..." the sound of his husky voice brought me out of my reverie. He smiled at me
with warmth and...could it be love?
I decided at that point that it was now or never that I tell him. If I don't tell him now, I'll
never be able to tell him.
My palms clenched and butterfly attacked my stomach. Steering myself, and taking a
deep breath, I said,
"I also realized one other thing Darien. Something important, something significant." He
looked at me with open curiosity, waving his hands to urge me to continue.
The rest of the people seemed to fade away once more as I spoke the words.
"I found out that I love you."
At first, Darien seemed uncomprehending. Then, as what I said sank in, he looked at me
with disbelief. After a while,he began to smile. Widely. I felt relief. Smile is good. Smile
means something good, right?
I watched as he took a step closer to me.
"Are you serious, Serena?" he asked me, still grinning. I nodded silently, not trusting
myself to speak.
He leaned over until his lips are right on my left ear.
"I love you too." he breathed.
I heard and couldn't believe. I had to remind my self over and over again that this is NOT
a dream. It has to be real. Or else how could my happiness be so sharp? I felt
incredulous, but happy. He loves me too! Everything is going to be alright now!
His grin was contagious, and I started to grin along. I put my arms around the man i love
and laughed freely and openly. Things are turning out better than I had ever hoped for.
As I tilted my head to recieve a kiss, I reflected on my life so far. I may have felt frustrated
at times, angry over things, but for now, I am truly happy. Dimly, I heard the crowd
cheering as my lips met those of my loves.
End...or is it?
*sniff* it's so sweet! Ok, you guys tell me if I should write a epilogue. Email me!
-Usagi San
