Unwrapping Christmas
By Mitzi
Chapter Four
Hiya! Aren't you proud of me? I finally finished a chapter for "Unwrapping
Christmas"! Yay! And look at this. I'm writing the next one! Good gracious me,
what's going on with reality that such a strange thing occurs? I hope Chapter Three's
going over well; as always, thanks to everyone who posts a review or emails me. Again,
I promisepromisePROMISE! that the next chapters to all those other chaptered stories
I've started will soon be completed and posted, and so will the sequel to "Rope Burn"!
I'm still kinda stuck on that, so if anyone wants to give me some ideas, feel free to send
'em to me. Enjoy!
mitzifitz@yahoo.com
p.s. I will later repeat this information, but I just thought I'd tell ya this now. I will be
putting out at least one very heavy story soon, so be careful if you're underage! It's on
rape, so it will automatically be a touchy subject.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, or any affiliated characters, situations, or ideas.
* * *
He stared at her as though he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"You want me to tell you about the calendar? You, Serena, want to know about
something that disgusts you? Is that what I am hearing?"
Mutely, she slowly nodded. Sighing, he said, "Alright…If that's really what you
want. I did it for charity-"
"WHAT?!?"
Darien jerked his head up, eyes wide, as Serena voiced her opinions.
"What sick kind of mind comes up with the idea of stripping males and sticking
them onto bookstore shelves for CHARITY?"
"Calm down, Serena. There was a reason for it, okay? Over in England, a group
of middle-aged women did a nude calendar for charity. It was unbelievably popular, and
we were just trying to get some of that success."
"Oh. Darien, what was the charity for?"
He hesitated, eyes not meeting hers, and she wondered if she had said something wrong.
"Darien? Are you okay? Did I say something…"
He flashed her a weak smile, that never the less stunned her, and shook his head.
"No, no, it's not you." Under his breath, he murmured, "Sunshine isn't what hurts right
now."
"The charity was for a local orphanage, that was facing foreclosure. Hundreds of
children would have been separated, and shipped off to dismal group homes, far-away
orphanages, left behind…Just generally emotionally traumatized. When I heard about it
from a friend, I offered to help in any way I could. I wasn't expecting to be asked to strip
naked in front of a camera, but I promised. I have this irritating thing called a
conscience, so I was pretty much stuck." He glanced up to see Serena looking at him, a
puzzled expression on her pretty face, head tilted to one side.
"But…why did it bother you? I mean, me asking?"
He hadn't known it was possible, but he felt his half-smile fall completely off his
face. His face must have frightened her, as Serena's own face registered horror at his
expression.
"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry so much. I- oh, never mind."
"No, it's okay. It's just been awhile since I've talked about it. I guess I should,
though." He paused, took a deep breath, and bent his head to stare at the carpet again.
By now, he and Serena were lying side by side on their stomachs, on the soft cream
carpet in front of his couch. Swallowing, he opened his mouth.
"When I was about 6 years old, my parents and I went for a drive in the mountain.
Something went wrong, the car, the road, the weather; I don't know. Our car- our car
went over a cliff. My parents…didn't make it. And now, I know nothing about them,
can't even remember their names. I lost all my memories in the crash. When I woke up
in the hospital, they had to tell me my name." His voice was soft now, softer than the
carpet they lay on, and quiet, too.
"I was sent to the Kaze Orphanage on release, and spent ten years there. I still
don't know if Darien is even my real name."
The quiet in his voice spread to fill the apartment. Not daring to look up, Darien
kept his gaze firmly glued to the threads below him, not wanting to see the pity, or even
worse, the censure in Serena's eyes. His own didn't register the small hand that slipped
under his neck to gently grasp his chin until he felt her fingers on his skin. Against his
will, his head raised with her hand until it was eye level with hers. Taking a chance, he
flicked his eyes to her face, to see twin tears trickling down her cheeks. Wordless, she
took him in her arms, her face in his hair, and held on til long after the answering tears in
his own blue seas had dried.
Sometime, in the long hours they had lain on the couch, eyes had closed and
stayed closed, as the peaceful exhaustion gave them over to sleep. Sometime, Serena's
hold had reversed, and her head now laid on his chest, his arms around her small frame.
But they would not know this for some time, as they slept soundly, warm and safe in
something good.
* * *
I feel a strange urge to write chapter five…
Please review! And maybe email!
mitzifitz@yahoo.com
~Mitzi
By Mitzi
Chapter Four
Hiya! Aren't you proud of me? I finally finished a chapter for "Unwrapping
Christmas"! Yay! And look at this. I'm writing the next one! Good gracious me,
what's going on with reality that such a strange thing occurs? I hope Chapter Three's
going over well; as always, thanks to everyone who posts a review or emails me. Again,
I promisepromisePROMISE! that the next chapters to all those other chaptered stories
I've started will soon be completed and posted, and so will the sequel to "Rope Burn"!
I'm still kinda stuck on that, so if anyone wants to give me some ideas, feel free to send
'em to me. Enjoy!
mitzifitz@yahoo.com
p.s. I will later repeat this information, but I just thought I'd tell ya this now. I will be
putting out at least one very heavy story soon, so be careful if you're underage! It's on
rape, so it will automatically be a touchy subject.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, or any affiliated characters, situations, or ideas.
* * *
He stared at her as though he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"You want me to tell you about the calendar? You, Serena, want to know about
something that disgusts you? Is that what I am hearing?"
Mutely, she slowly nodded. Sighing, he said, "Alright…If that's really what you
want. I did it for charity-"
"WHAT?!?"
Darien jerked his head up, eyes wide, as Serena voiced her opinions.
"What sick kind of mind comes up with the idea of stripping males and sticking
them onto bookstore shelves for CHARITY?"
"Calm down, Serena. There was a reason for it, okay? Over in England, a group
of middle-aged women did a nude calendar for charity. It was unbelievably popular, and
we were just trying to get some of that success."
"Oh. Darien, what was the charity for?"
He hesitated, eyes not meeting hers, and she wondered if she had said something wrong.
"Darien? Are you okay? Did I say something…"
He flashed her a weak smile, that never the less stunned her, and shook his head.
"No, no, it's not you." Under his breath, he murmured, "Sunshine isn't what hurts right
now."
"The charity was for a local orphanage, that was facing foreclosure. Hundreds of
children would have been separated, and shipped off to dismal group homes, far-away
orphanages, left behind…Just generally emotionally traumatized. When I heard about it
from a friend, I offered to help in any way I could. I wasn't expecting to be asked to strip
naked in front of a camera, but I promised. I have this irritating thing called a
conscience, so I was pretty much stuck." He glanced up to see Serena looking at him, a
puzzled expression on her pretty face, head tilted to one side.
"But…why did it bother you? I mean, me asking?"
He hadn't known it was possible, but he felt his half-smile fall completely off his
face. His face must have frightened her, as Serena's own face registered horror at his
expression.
"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry so much. I- oh, never mind."
"No, it's okay. It's just been awhile since I've talked about it. I guess I should,
though." He paused, took a deep breath, and bent his head to stare at the carpet again.
By now, he and Serena were lying side by side on their stomachs, on the soft cream
carpet in front of his couch. Swallowing, he opened his mouth.
"When I was about 6 years old, my parents and I went for a drive in the mountain.
Something went wrong, the car, the road, the weather; I don't know. Our car- our car
went over a cliff. My parents…didn't make it. And now, I know nothing about them,
can't even remember their names. I lost all my memories in the crash. When I woke up
in the hospital, they had to tell me my name." His voice was soft now, softer than the
carpet they lay on, and quiet, too.
"I was sent to the Kaze Orphanage on release, and spent ten years there. I still
don't know if Darien is even my real name."
The quiet in his voice spread to fill the apartment. Not daring to look up, Darien
kept his gaze firmly glued to the threads below him, not wanting to see the pity, or even
worse, the censure in Serena's eyes. His own didn't register the small hand that slipped
under his neck to gently grasp his chin until he felt her fingers on his skin. Against his
will, his head raised with her hand until it was eye level with hers. Taking a chance, he
flicked his eyes to her face, to see twin tears trickling down her cheeks. Wordless, she
took him in her arms, her face in his hair, and held on til long after the answering tears in
his own blue seas had dried.
Sometime, in the long hours they had lain on the couch, eyes had closed and
stayed closed, as the peaceful exhaustion gave them over to sleep. Sometime, Serena's
hold had reversed, and her head now laid on his chest, his arms around her small frame.
But they would not know this for some time, as they slept soundly, warm and safe in
something good.
* * *
I feel a strange urge to write chapter five…
Please review! And maybe email!
mitzifitz@yahoo.com
~Mitzi