Blind Love
By: Lady Crescent Moon
E-mail: loveable84@hotmail.com
Timeline: Alternate Reality
Standard Disclaimers Apply. The SM characters are not mine. The story's not mine. I'm just translating it from a movie to a fic. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Present, ten years later - The Meeting
"I want to bet on Lucky. She should win this time...Yes, I know but I have a feeling on this one!" A male voice filled the living room. He was on the phone with one of his buddies, who was also a broker.
Serena Tsukino sighed and turned back to her grandfather. He was in bed, unfortunately diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease.
"Andrew? You didn't have any of the soup last night!" The grandfather said disapprovingly.
"I'm Serena, Grandpa," Serena corrected.
"Oh...I knew that. I was just testing you. Serena...Why aren't you at school?"
She smiled patiently at the elder sitting in front of her. "I've graduated from the university for two years now. Now I'm working."
Andrew walked in, a rolled up magazine in his hands. "I'm amazed you still have the patience to deal with Grandpa. He's been like this for years. Aren't you tired of it at all?"
"But he's lucid at times. Besides you're never home. If I didn't take care of him, who would? Obviously not you!" she shot back but then smiled at her brother. He was three years older than her but he still behaved and acted like a little kid.
"Andrew, you didn't have any soup last night! Now I'm going to hit you for being so bad." The old man took out a used and worn ping-pong paddle.
"None of my business! It's your turn, bro." Serena jumped up from the bed.
"Here Grandpa, let me." He laid on the bed while his grandpa smacked his butt lightly with the paddle.
"You come home late or not at all," Grandpa chastised. "You're always locked up the bathroom doing God knows what. You don't drink the soup your sister made."
Andrew feigned sounds of pain as he shuffled through the magazine. "Aii-yah...that hurt...aii-yah," he said as he turned the page.
Serena just smiled, having been use to the silly antics between her grandfather and her brother. "I'm going to work now."
"Wait! Let me borrow twenty bucks," Andrew called to his sister.
"You never come home unless it's to borrow money. How many more jobs do I have to take in order to care for grandpa and you?"
"I don't know why you have to work so hard. You're a woman. Just find a rich guy to marry and you can spend your days shopping and doing whatever else women do. Come and see this guy."
He pointed to the magazine. A trio of men were displayed on the cover, wearing expensive suits. "What about this guy?"
Serena made a face at the guy Andrew was pointing at. He had on a distasteful yellow suit. No doubt it was costly, however. "Eww..he has really bad taste. He likes those women who wears those low cut dresses when everyone else thinks they are appalling."
"Okay, so how about his brother?" He pointed to the man in the dark Armani suit. His blue eyes were covered slightly by his bangs.
"Eh. He'd never go for someone like me." Serena sighed at the mere thought. "I gotta go or else I'll be late!"
"Well how about that twenty?"
Serena rolled her eyes and tossed a hair clip at her brother. "Here. Enjoy."
"I asked for twenty bucks, not a hair clip!"
"That cost me twenty dollars!" Serena said and walked out of the room.
Moments later, a scream was heard. "I'll be right back, Grandpa. And lemme borrow the paddle." Andrew ran to the front door. There, a young man stood naked from the waist up. He had a bucket in his hands filled with red paint. The walls and doors, including theirs, were painted with red characters.
Off to the side, stood Serena, still hyperventilating. She wasn't comfortable with men other than her immediate family. And needles to say, when they were naked, it was much worse!
"What are you doing here?" Andrew asked the guy.
"Just writing stuff the walls. Quotes...and stuff like that..." he replied.
"I see. What's with the blank spot right there?" He pointed to a small space free of the red graffiti.
"I didn't know how to write the character. I dropped out in high school." He laughed bashfully.
"Well let me help. I'm good with that. Serena, you can leave now."
She quickly left.
********************
She had just turned twenty a few months ago but she still had no ambition in life. She wasn't stupid. She was just...content. She was happy where she was and rejoiced at simple pleasures. She was a part time disc jockey, as of right now, using the money to support her grandfather and the rent for the apartment. When she was finished with this job, she would resort to taking odd jobs here and there, never really liking them yet never complaining either.
A cup of coffee, while standing on the balcony, enjoying the view it gave was all she needed to start her day. She took pleasure in the simplicity her life had to offer and she was happy. There wasn't a care in the world to disturb her. Not a serious one, anyway. There was one thing that affected her, however. It was a disease. Or at least something close to it.
"How's your grandfather doing lately?" Doctor Ben Sweeny asked. He was an old family friend and Serena still kept in touch with him.
"It's still the same. Do you ever think he'll get better though?"
"Of course I certainly hope he recovers. His stage of Alzheimer's isn't too egregious at the moment and he's quite coherent, right? It's hard to say. The causes of this disease isn't fully known so it makes it harder to say."
Sighing, she nodded. Serena was expecting this answer. "Okay. I guess I'll see you then, Uncle Ben."
"Wait, Serena. How's your condition? Any better?"
*Flashback*
Colorful decorations filled the room. Balloons, streamers, and happy people celebrated Serena's birthday. They gathered around the table, singing her the birthday song. Her grandparents were standing beside her, telling her to blow out the eight candles that adorned the chocolate cake.
She blew out the candles and heard clapping. She looked up from the cake and her gaze fell onto a boy around her age. He smiled and her breath caught. She suddenly had trouble breathing and she found that she couldn't say anything however much she wanted to.
*End Flashback*
"No...still the same as well, unfortunately."
"I see. Well, I've heard about this one patient. It sounds as if she has the same symptoms as you. But she's found a way to lessen the anxiousness, however. When she's talking to a guy, she doesn't meet his eyes. She claims it works for her. Maybe you should try it sometime. See if it works for you too."
"I'll have to find a guy to work it on first!"
"Don't worry, Serena. You will." He smiled kindly and patted her on her shoulder.
Smiling, she turned to walk to the door. "Bye."
She wheeled her bicycle through the smooth floor of the corridor. The width was large so she had no trouble getting it through. The elevator would present a minor problem, however. She put on her bike helmet and turned the bike vertically upright so that it would fit the elevator. A soft swish was heard as the doors moved toward each other.
"Hold the elevator please!" A voice called out.
She quickly stuck her hands between the thin slit the doors left and they opened again.
A numbing pain took over in her hand. She shook it vigorously and blew on it to lessen it but unfortunately, it did little to help.
"Thank you, miss." One of the older men said.
She gritted a smile and looked over to the mob of men who had filled the elevators. Next to her bike, a tall man stood. She turned to see powerfully built shoulders. Unable to help herself, she looked up to see the bluest eyes ever. It was Darien Chiba! He's the one on the cover of the magazine! She tried to hide it behind her back.
He grinned his thanks and she started to mildly hyperventilate. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out, she told herself when she immediately looked away.
"Aww look...you scared her," one jokingly said as he noticed her breathing.
"Did I? I'm sorry," he said to Serena.
Turning away from his majestic blue eyes, she mumbled, "It's okay."
He didn't seem to notice her response nor her labored breathing, however, as the elevator dinged the arrival of the next floor. The doors swished and the group of Armani and other various brand name suited men walked out.
As soon as they left, Serena began to breathe easier. She wanted to bang her head against the elevator door because she had made a fool out of herself and in front of Darien Chiba, no less.
By: Lady Crescent Moon
E-mail: loveable84@hotmail.com
Timeline: Alternate Reality
Standard Disclaimers Apply. The SM characters are not mine. The story's not mine. I'm just translating it from a movie to a fic. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Present, ten years later - The Meeting
"I want to bet on Lucky. She should win this time...Yes, I know but I have a feeling on this one!" A male voice filled the living room. He was on the phone with one of his buddies, who was also a broker.
Serena Tsukino sighed and turned back to her grandfather. He was in bed, unfortunately diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease.
"Andrew? You didn't have any of the soup last night!" The grandfather said disapprovingly.
"I'm Serena, Grandpa," Serena corrected.
"Oh...I knew that. I was just testing you. Serena...Why aren't you at school?"
She smiled patiently at the elder sitting in front of her. "I've graduated from the university for two years now. Now I'm working."
Andrew walked in, a rolled up magazine in his hands. "I'm amazed you still have the patience to deal with Grandpa. He's been like this for years. Aren't you tired of it at all?"
"But he's lucid at times. Besides you're never home. If I didn't take care of him, who would? Obviously not you!" she shot back but then smiled at her brother. He was three years older than her but he still behaved and acted like a little kid.
"Andrew, you didn't have any soup last night! Now I'm going to hit you for being so bad." The old man took out a used and worn ping-pong paddle.
"None of my business! It's your turn, bro." Serena jumped up from the bed.
"Here Grandpa, let me." He laid on the bed while his grandpa smacked his butt lightly with the paddle.
"You come home late or not at all," Grandpa chastised. "You're always locked up the bathroom doing God knows what. You don't drink the soup your sister made."
Andrew feigned sounds of pain as he shuffled through the magazine. "Aii-yah...that hurt...aii-yah," he said as he turned the page.
Serena just smiled, having been use to the silly antics between her grandfather and her brother. "I'm going to work now."
"Wait! Let me borrow twenty bucks," Andrew called to his sister.
"You never come home unless it's to borrow money. How many more jobs do I have to take in order to care for grandpa and you?"
"I don't know why you have to work so hard. You're a woman. Just find a rich guy to marry and you can spend your days shopping and doing whatever else women do. Come and see this guy."
He pointed to the magazine. A trio of men were displayed on the cover, wearing expensive suits. "What about this guy?"
Serena made a face at the guy Andrew was pointing at. He had on a distasteful yellow suit. No doubt it was costly, however. "Eww..he has really bad taste. He likes those women who wears those low cut dresses when everyone else thinks they are appalling."
"Okay, so how about his brother?" He pointed to the man in the dark Armani suit. His blue eyes were covered slightly by his bangs.
"Eh. He'd never go for someone like me." Serena sighed at the mere thought. "I gotta go or else I'll be late!"
"Well how about that twenty?"
Serena rolled her eyes and tossed a hair clip at her brother. "Here. Enjoy."
"I asked for twenty bucks, not a hair clip!"
"That cost me twenty dollars!" Serena said and walked out of the room.
Moments later, a scream was heard. "I'll be right back, Grandpa. And lemme borrow the paddle." Andrew ran to the front door. There, a young man stood naked from the waist up. He had a bucket in his hands filled with red paint. The walls and doors, including theirs, were painted with red characters.
Off to the side, stood Serena, still hyperventilating. She wasn't comfortable with men other than her immediate family. And needles to say, when they were naked, it was much worse!
"What are you doing here?" Andrew asked the guy.
"Just writing stuff the walls. Quotes...and stuff like that..." he replied.
"I see. What's with the blank spot right there?" He pointed to a small space free of the red graffiti.
"I didn't know how to write the character. I dropped out in high school." He laughed bashfully.
"Well let me help. I'm good with that. Serena, you can leave now."
She quickly left.
********************
She had just turned twenty a few months ago but she still had no ambition in life. She wasn't stupid. She was just...content. She was happy where she was and rejoiced at simple pleasures. She was a part time disc jockey, as of right now, using the money to support her grandfather and the rent for the apartment. When she was finished with this job, she would resort to taking odd jobs here and there, never really liking them yet never complaining either.
A cup of coffee, while standing on the balcony, enjoying the view it gave was all she needed to start her day. She took pleasure in the simplicity her life had to offer and she was happy. There wasn't a care in the world to disturb her. Not a serious one, anyway. There was one thing that affected her, however. It was a disease. Or at least something close to it.
"How's your grandfather doing lately?" Doctor Ben Sweeny asked. He was an old family friend and Serena still kept in touch with him.
"It's still the same. Do you ever think he'll get better though?"
"Of course I certainly hope he recovers. His stage of Alzheimer's isn't too egregious at the moment and he's quite coherent, right? It's hard to say. The causes of this disease isn't fully known so it makes it harder to say."
Sighing, she nodded. Serena was expecting this answer. "Okay. I guess I'll see you then, Uncle Ben."
"Wait, Serena. How's your condition? Any better?"
*Flashback*
Colorful decorations filled the room. Balloons, streamers, and happy people celebrated Serena's birthday. They gathered around the table, singing her the birthday song. Her grandparents were standing beside her, telling her to blow out the eight candles that adorned the chocolate cake.
She blew out the candles and heard clapping. She looked up from the cake and her gaze fell onto a boy around her age. He smiled and her breath caught. She suddenly had trouble breathing and she found that she couldn't say anything however much she wanted to.
*End Flashback*
"No...still the same as well, unfortunately."
"I see. Well, I've heard about this one patient. It sounds as if she has the same symptoms as you. But she's found a way to lessen the anxiousness, however. When she's talking to a guy, she doesn't meet his eyes. She claims it works for her. Maybe you should try it sometime. See if it works for you too."
"I'll have to find a guy to work it on first!"
"Don't worry, Serena. You will." He smiled kindly and patted her on her shoulder.
Smiling, she turned to walk to the door. "Bye."
She wheeled her bicycle through the smooth floor of the corridor. The width was large so she had no trouble getting it through. The elevator would present a minor problem, however. She put on her bike helmet and turned the bike vertically upright so that it would fit the elevator. A soft swish was heard as the doors moved toward each other.
"Hold the elevator please!" A voice called out.
She quickly stuck her hands between the thin slit the doors left and they opened again.
A numbing pain took over in her hand. She shook it vigorously and blew on it to lessen it but unfortunately, it did little to help.
"Thank you, miss." One of the older men said.
She gritted a smile and looked over to the mob of men who had filled the elevators. Next to her bike, a tall man stood. She turned to see powerfully built shoulders. Unable to help herself, she looked up to see the bluest eyes ever. It was Darien Chiba! He's the one on the cover of the magazine! She tried to hide it behind her back.
He grinned his thanks and she started to mildly hyperventilate. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out, she told herself when she immediately looked away.
"Aww look...you scared her," one jokingly said as he noticed her breathing.
"Did I? I'm sorry," he said to Serena.
Turning away from his majestic blue eyes, she mumbled, "It's okay."
He didn't seem to notice her response nor her labored breathing, however, as the elevator dinged the arrival of the next floor. The doors swished and the group of Armani and other various brand name suited men walked out.
As soon as they left, Serena began to breathe easier. She wanted to bang her head against the elevator door because she had made a fool out of herself and in front of Darien Chiba, no less.