Unwrapping Christmas
by Mitzi
Chapter Two
Email: mitzifitz@yahoo.com
Hola! I hope everyone's enjoying all my fics, 'cept the ones you might be too
young to read…Thanks to all who have read, reviewed, and emailed me! Now,
onto chapter two…*mwahahahahahahahhahaha!*
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and co. 'Nuff said.
* * *
Darien leaned against his just-closed apartment door, trying to catch his breath.
Normally, sprinting from the Crown to his apartment wouldn't have winded him
THIS much, but the combination of distance and downright terror can do funny
things to your endurance. And he was downright terrified. One of his deepest,
darkest, most closely guarded secrets had just been discovered, and in public! He
could still see the dismayed look on Serena's face as she had looked from
calendar to him and back again. He groaned, and rubbed his eyes, as the stress
from the day's troubles wore him down enough to allow him to fall to his knees in
despair, self-pity, and self-loathing.
Andrew gulped, looking from one upset female face to another.
"Honest, girls, I had no idea he was a porno star!"
Four- well, three, as Amy was too busy recovering from the shock to actually
focus on Andrew- sets of disbelieving eyes gazed at him.
"Fine, so you didn't know THAT. I don't suppose you'd care to tell us WHY
Darien is naked in a calendar?"
Rei's icy voice, fortunately soft, asked the question they were all dying to know
the answer to. Andrew sighed, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.
"Please don't get angry, but I'd really rather not tell you…It's hard to explain."
Two minutes later, Serena and Lita successfully dragged an irate Rei off a
cowering Andrew, and pulled her snorting in rage through the sliding glass doors;
Amy followed slowly behind, still shaking from the sight of a nude male body
belonging to someone she knew.
The next day, Andrew looked up warily as Serena strolled into the arcade, the
calendar carefully covered in its brown paper. He hastily backed away from the
advancing blonde.
"Serena, I'm not going to say anything about that- that thing! So don't even ask
me, kay?"
"Relax, Andy. All I want is his address."
Serena glanced down at the scrap of paper in her hand, then looked up at the tall,
elegant building that housed a certain flasher's apartment. Walking in, hidden by
a large family, she easily skirted the security guard and made a beeline for the
elevators. As the doors pinged open on her arrival at the tenth floor, she
wondered briefly what right she had to be here, but shape of the calendar under
her arm spurred her on enough to exit the metal box and walk briskly down the
hall towards apartment 1007. Within moments, she stared at the simple,
undecorated blue door with the gold plaque reading '1007' on it. 'Am I really
doing the right thing here? I mean, it is his business whether or not he wants to
model naked- but it is such interesting business! *Sigh* I have to do this, or I'll
spend all my nights like the last one- haunted by sexy santas…Waidaminnit,
SEXY?!? Well, now I definitely have do this.' And with that last doubt session,
Serena raised her shoulders, and knocked on the door. A muffled "Coming!"
reached her ears through the thick wood, mere seconds before the door swung
open, and shocked blue eyes stared at her.
"Ser- Serena?"
"Hello, Darien."
* * *
As usual, to be continued…later. Too tired now…R+R, and email too! I love the
attention!
Mitzi
by Mitzi
Chapter Two
Email: mitzifitz@yahoo.com
Hola! I hope everyone's enjoying all my fics, 'cept the ones you might be too
young to read…Thanks to all who have read, reviewed, and emailed me! Now,
onto chapter two…*mwahahahahahahahhahaha!*
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and co. 'Nuff said.
* * *
Darien leaned against his just-closed apartment door, trying to catch his breath.
Normally, sprinting from the Crown to his apartment wouldn't have winded him
THIS much, but the combination of distance and downright terror can do funny
things to your endurance. And he was downright terrified. One of his deepest,
darkest, most closely guarded secrets had just been discovered, and in public! He
could still see the dismayed look on Serena's face as she had looked from
calendar to him and back again. He groaned, and rubbed his eyes, as the stress
from the day's troubles wore him down enough to allow him to fall to his knees in
despair, self-pity, and self-loathing.
Andrew gulped, looking from one upset female face to another.
"Honest, girls, I had no idea he was a porno star!"
Four- well, three, as Amy was too busy recovering from the shock to actually
focus on Andrew- sets of disbelieving eyes gazed at him.
"Fine, so you didn't know THAT. I don't suppose you'd care to tell us WHY
Darien is naked in a calendar?"
Rei's icy voice, fortunately soft, asked the question they were all dying to know
the answer to. Andrew sighed, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.
"Please don't get angry, but I'd really rather not tell you…It's hard to explain."
Two minutes later, Serena and Lita successfully dragged an irate Rei off a
cowering Andrew, and pulled her snorting in rage through the sliding glass doors;
Amy followed slowly behind, still shaking from the sight of a nude male body
belonging to someone she knew.
The next day, Andrew looked up warily as Serena strolled into the arcade, the
calendar carefully covered in its brown paper. He hastily backed away from the
advancing blonde.
"Serena, I'm not going to say anything about that- that thing! So don't even ask
me, kay?"
"Relax, Andy. All I want is his address."
Serena glanced down at the scrap of paper in her hand, then looked up at the tall,
elegant building that housed a certain flasher's apartment. Walking in, hidden by
a large family, she easily skirted the security guard and made a beeline for the
elevators. As the doors pinged open on her arrival at the tenth floor, she
wondered briefly what right she had to be here, but shape of the calendar under
her arm spurred her on enough to exit the metal box and walk briskly down the
hall towards apartment 1007. Within moments, she stared at the simple,
undecorated blue door with the gold plaque reading '1007' on it. 'Am I really
doing the right thing here? I mean, it is his business whether or not he wants to
model naked- but it is such interesting business! *Sigh* I have to do this, or I'll
spend all my nights like the last one- haunted by sexy santas…Waidaminnit,
SEXY?!? Well, now I definitely have do this.' And with that last doubt session,
Serena raised her shoulders, and knocked on the door. A muffled "Coming!"
reached her ears through the thick wood, mere seconds before the door swung
open, and shocked blue eyes stared at her.
"Ser- Serena?"
"Hello, Darien."
* * *
As usual, to be continued…later. Too tired now…R+R, and email too! I love the
attention!
Mitzi