*Pauses from a steady stream of tears* I'm such a sucky writer! All of my fics are horrible, I'm absolutely furious with myself! *Glares at a mirror* Chibi-Angel hates me, too! Don't you?! *Chibi Angel nods fiercely* Everything I write sucks. And everything ends HAPPILY. I need to write a dark, angsty fic. *Evil glare* Gomen for bitching.
Oh... Gomen nasaii if I'm absolutely horrid to a character in this chapter, ne? *Bursts into tears again and types from memory*
Oh, again. Sorry, I have a tendancy to go back and stick more notes in. Anyway, new character pops in here. Might end up holla'in competition at Mamoru, sorry Jennie.... I know how much you hate him--hint, hint. Sorry, but don't worry, I'll let her end up wit the one you like for you, okay? Just cos you're such a great friend when it comes to my stories--it's really flattering. *V-sign* Later.
Operation: Get Serena!
Chapter Three B
~*New character's PoV*~
The beach at night is so beautiful. The sand appears black at first, but the moonlight reflects off the silky dark waters and washes over the beach, making the grains silvery. Yeah, the beach at night is beautiful. It's always reminded me of a hauntingly pretty woman... Dark, sensual, mysterious...
Enough deep thoughts. Sometimes I get ragged on because I think so much and so poetically. At least, I like to think it poetic. My brother prefers to disclose it as "pathetic"--but he doesn't understand.
No one really understands me. People look at me and think... 'Gangsta' immediately. It really bothers me because for all my life in the world's gutter, for all of the fights I've seen and the deaths I've witnessed, for all the cheap girls I've dated, I'm not a gangster. People think that nothing bothers me, 'cos outwardly I'm cocky and smug, always laughing and joking and making fun--gently--of people. But, yeah, I do think. It pisses me off that I'm automatically judged by my slouchy street clothes--cause that puts me in the same category as Jermaine Chiba and his sappy brother, Darien. I spat on the sand. Jermaine Chiba is the definition of street trash and Darien is... The bain of my existance. All my life he's beaten me in everything--spelling bees, science fairs...Everything! A guy can only take so much... My hand tightened around the blade in my pocket.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the jeering male laughter and frightened female screams until I rounded a sand dune and caught sight of about ten rough, greasy guys surrounding a young, bikini clad blonde who couldn't have been more than (AN: Erm...How old did I say Usagi--uh, Serena--was? Well, Jade's sixteenish, Jermaine's probably about seventeen so Mamoru--DARIEN, sorry, urgh, is probably around 19, 20... I want SERE [LOL] to be more of an age match with Jermaine then Darien, so... meh, sixteenish, too. -_-;) sixteen or seventeen. Hot fire started to churn in my stomach as I watched one of them grab her arm roughly and paw at her chest. She screamed and tried to shove him away, but to no avail. I hate this kind of thing, but when you live in my neighborhood? Well.. You see it a lot.
He was one of those bigass biker types, clad all in black leather and on top of that I was nearly positive he'd downed a few. Watching him leer at the girl, my hand instinctively went to my pocket again. Nearing them, I pulled my knife out and looked down at it for a second to pull out the blade--for a fucking split second. Next thing I knew I was hearing a bloodcurling scream and my head shot up. As soon as I looked up, one of the freaks grabbed the girl's legs and practically ripped them, then two others held them open. His hand got closer and closer...
Luckily, they appeared to be drunker than I thought and didn't notice my hasty approach. She did, however, and her terrified eyes grew even bigger... Guess she thought I was one of them.
~*Serena's POV*~
Oh God, here comes another one. I couldn't even get one off me, how was I suppose to fend off like, twelve of them? I squinted--what was that he had in his hand? Then bile rose in my throat and I had to look away.
~*Author's POV*~ (AN: Sorry, I'm gonna switch POVS fairly often for the next part.)
"BACK OFF!" A fiercesome male voice rang out and echoed around the darkened, empty beach. A distant roar could be heard from the direction of the water, but other than that all was silent. All heads snapped around as the shout reverbetated and birds all but flung themselves out of their trees and soared away.
"What the hell do you want?" One of the men stumbled away from the group and stood menacingly--or tried to, anyway, since he was about to fall over.
~*New character's PoV*~
A man stumbled away from the group and attempted to look menacingly down at me. I resisted the urge to wave my hand in front of my nose--alchohol was coming off his breath in i waves./i Of course, I wouldn't look very threatening if I did, so I squashed the impulse and wielded my knife in front of me instead.
"I iwant/i you to get the hell away from that girl over there." In one smooth motion I slashed a neat gash along his forearm and shoved his chest. Not hard, but it was enough to knock the guy over. Christ, this guy must've drank twice his body weight. The other assholes looked shocked, probably that I had managed to beat a man of such caliber with such little effort--ha. They all stepped meekly away from the blonde girl and scurried away--all except for one, who fired something at her in rapid Japanese before taking off. I shook my head and spat on the keeled over male, who promptly stood and ran after his friends. I spat again--didn't even apologize to her. I walked over and offered her my hand to help her up off the sand.
"Daijabou?" I asked softly, afraid of startling her. Her eyes searched mine, as if looking for reassurance that I wasn't about to pounce on her, and apparently she found it because she took my hand, stood up, and smiled. "Daijabou." The moonlight hit her face and I fought the instantaneous gasp that rose in my throat. When I'd watched her being attacked, and when she'd been lying in the sand with the shadows playing over her, I hadn't noticed how--how incredibly ibeautiful/i she was. The pale light from the sky was like, shining over her hair, making it this amazing silver blonde color, and highlighting her--shocker--silvery blue eyes. I mentally shook myself... These thoughts were sappy, even for me. Suddenly this huge, dazzling smile practically lit the semi-darkness around us and I sucked my breath in again. "Arigato!" The girl beamed, tackling me with this huge hug. I was lucky--she was smaller than I'd originally thought, barely 5'3" at best, and so slender as I carefully held her in my arms I was afraid I'd snap her in two.
To my surprise, I felt gooey warmth spreading through my insides...
And all I could think was, I never want this moment to end.
* * *
"...so, I don't know what happened! I must have washed up on shore, I guess," the girl--Serena Tsukino, actually, I'd found out--finished, gazing at where the metallic-y water slapped up against the sandy beach. "When I woke up, those guys were all around me..." She hugged me again, hard. "Domo arigato (AN: It's 4:47 in the morning... I can't remember how to say thank you so much.) again... If you hadn't have come..." She shuddered, then looked up at me. "Hey, can I see your knife?"
To say the least, I was surprised. I couldn't imagine what this girl, who seemed to be brought up in no less than a first class family, would want to see my blade for. Secondly, I was wary, not sure if she was going to pull it on me. But finally, after debating, I shrugged, pulled it out, and flicked it at her. "Here."
She inspected it for a minute, then handed it back to me. "Oi..." I paused for a minute. "Tsukino-san, what did that man say to you? I didn't understand, he spoke too quickly and I was at too much of a distance." Her face paled and she looked terrified. I put my hand--the hand holding the knife, though I didn't notice--on her shoulder. "Tsukino?" I shook her gently. "Tsukino-san, daijabou??"
~*Author's POV*~
Darien gaped at the scene in front of him. There was his petite girlfriend, standing and looking in terror at the shadowed male in front of her. The only part of the ass he could see clearly was his hand... A hand holding a knife to Serena's throat! As he watched, the man shook her and said something that didn't reach his ears. White hot fury rose up in Darien's chest and he charged towards the two, shoving Serena away from the guy and standing protectively in front of her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He screamed, shoving the man hard. Slowly the other man stepped forward again, and his face was surprised as he was illuminated by the dim light from the sky. But then a scowl crossed his face. "Chiba." He said darkly.
At first, Darien looked confused. But then the same scowl gracing the other man's face settled into place on him as well. There was a long, tense silence, a bewildered looking Usagi standing behind them as her boyfriend and new hero stared each other down. The air practically crackled with electricity.
Finally, Darien spoke, and when he did, it wasn't pretty. His voice was biting as he spat, "Seiya Kou."
^_^V I had no intention of putting Seiya in. Just decided to toss him in, it was getting hard to keep the story interesting. Anyway, guess what?! It's my birthday today! Yup! *Thrilled* Oh, and gomen for making the language in here a little more graphically then I previously had, I'm truly sorry if anyone is offended. Also, PLEASE don't flame me for putting Seiya in! Anyway, wasn't that a long chapter? Longest yet, I think!
...So...Ja ne! ^_~
Oh... Gomen nasaii if I'm absolutely horrid to a character in this chapter, ne? *Bursts into tears again and types from memory*
Oh, again. Sorry, I have a tendancy to go back and stick more notes in. Anyway, new character pops in here. Might end up holla'in competition at Mamoru, sorry Jennie.... I know how much you hate him--hint, hint. Sorry, but don't worry, I'll let her end up wit the one you like for you, okay? Just cos you're such a great friend when it comes to my stories--it's really flattering. *V-sign* Later.
Operation: Get Serena!
Chapter Three B
~*New character's PoV*~
The beach at night is so beautiful. The sand appears black at first, but the moonlight reflects off the silky dark waters and washes over the beach, making the grains silvery. Yeah, the beach at night is beautiful. It's always reminded me of a hauntingly pretty woman... Dark, sensual, mysterious...
Enough deep thoughts. Sometimes I get ragged on because I think so much and so poetically. At least, I like to think it poetic. My brother prefers to disclose it as "pathetic"--but he doesn't understand.
No one really understands me. People look at me and think... 'Gangsta' immediately. It really bothers me because for all my life in the world's gutter, for all of the fights I've seen and the deaths I've witnessed, for all the cheap girls I've dated, I'm not a gangster. People think that nothing bothers me, 'cos outwardly I'm cocky and smug, always laughing and joking and making fun--gently--of people. But, yeah, I do think. It pisses me off that I'm automatically judged by my slouchy street clothes--cause that puts me in the same category as Jermaine Chiba and his sappy brother, Darien. I spat on the sand. Jermaine Chiba is the definition of street trash and Darien is... The bain of my existance. All my life he's beaten me in everything--spelling bees, science fairs...Everything! A guy can only take so much... My hand tightened around the blade in my pocket.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the jeering male laughter and frightened female screams until I rounded a sand dune and caught sight of about ten rough, greasy guys surrounding a young, bikini clad blonde who couldn't have been more than (AN: Erm...How old did I say Usagi--uh, Serena--was? Well, Jade's sixteenish, Jermaine's probably about seventeen so Mamoru--DARIEN, sorry, urgh, is probably around 19, 20... I want SERE [LOL] to be more of an age match with Jermaine then Darien, so... meh, sixteenish, too. -_-;) sixteen or seventeen. Hot fire started to churn in my stomach as I watched one of them grab her arm roughly and paw at her chest. She screamed and tried to shove him away, but to no avail. I hate this kind of thing, but when you live in my neighborhood? Well.. You see it a lot.
He was one of those bigass biker types, clad all in black leather and on top of that I was nearly positive he'd downed a few. Watching him leer at the girl, my hand instinctively went to my pocket again. Nearing them, I pulled my knife out and looked down at it for a second to pull out the blade--for a fucking split second. Next thing I knew I was hearing a bloodcurling scream and my head shot up. As soon as I looked up, one of the freaks grabbed the girl's legs and practically ripped them, then two others held them open. His hand got closer and closer...
Luckily, they appeared to be drunker than I thought and didn't notice my hasty approach. She did, however, and her terrified eyes grew even bigger... Guess she thought I was one of them.
~*Serena's POV*~
Oh God, here comes another one. I couldn't even get one off me, how was I suppose to fend off like, twelve of them? I squinted--what was that he had in his hand? Then bile rose in my throat and I had to look away.
~*Author's POV*~ (AN: Sorry, I'm gonna switch POVS fairly often for the next part.)
"BACK OFF!" A fiercesome male voice rang out and echoed around the darkened, empty beach. A distant roar could be heard from the direction of the water, but other than that all was silent. All heads snapped around as the shout reverbetated and birds all but flung themselves out of their trees and soared away.
"What the hell do you want?" One of the men stumbled away from the group and stood menacingly--or tried to, anyway, since he was about to fall over.
~*New character's PoV*~
A man stumbled away from the group and attempted to look menacingly down at me. I resisted the urge to wave my hand in front of my nose--alchohol was coming off his breath in i waves./i Of course, I wouldn't look very threatening if I did, so I squashed the impulse and wielded my knife in front of me instead.
"I iwant/i you to get the hell away from that girl over there." In one smooth motion I slashed a neat gash along his forearm and shoved his chest. Not hard, but it was enough to knock the guy over. Christ, this guy must've drank twice his body weight. The other assholes looked shocked, probably that I had managed to beat a man of such caliber with such little effort--ha. They all stepped meekly away from the blonde girl and scurried away--all except for one, who fired something at her in rapid Japanese before taking off. I shook my head and spat on the keeled over male, who promptly stood and ran after his friends. I spat again--didn't even apologize to her. I walked over and offered her my hand to help her up off the sand.
"Daijabou?" I asked softly, afraid of startling her. Her eyes searched mine, as if looking for reassurance that I wasn't about to pounce on her, and apparently she found it because she took my hand, stood up, and smiled. "Daijabou." The moonlight hit her face and I fought the instantaneous gasp that rose in my throat. When I'd watched her being attacked, and when she'd been lying in the sand with the shadows playing over her, I hadn't noticed how--how incredibly ibeautiful/i she was. The pale light from the sky was like, shining over her hair, making it this amazing silver blonde color, and highlighting her--shocker--silvery blue eyes. I mentally shook myself... These thoughts were sappy, even for me. Suddenly this huge, dazzling smile practically lit the semi-darkness around us and I sucked my breath in again. "Arigato!" The girl beamed, tackling me with this huge hug. I was lucky--she was smaller than I'd originally thought, barely 5'3" at best, and so slender as I carefully held her in my arms I was afraid I'd snap her in two.
To my surprise, I felt gooey warmth spreading through my insides...
And all I could think was, I never want this moment to end.
* * *
"...so, I don't know what happened! I must have washed up on shore, I guess," the girl--Serena Tsukino, actually, I'd found out--finished, gazing at where the metallic-y water slapped up against the sandy beach. "When I woke up, those guys were all around me..." She hugged me again, hard. "Domo arigato (AN: It's 4:47 in the morning... I can't remember how to say thank you so much.) again... If you hadn't have come..." She shuddered, then looked up at me. "Hey, can I see your knife?"
To say the least, I was surprised. I couldn't imagine what this girl, who seemed to be brought up in no less than a first class family, would want to see my blade for. Secondly, I was wary, not sure if she was going to pull it on me. But finally, after debating, I shrugged, pulled it out, and flicked it at her. "Here."
She inspected it for a minute, then handed it back to me. "Oi..." I paused for a minute. "Tsukino-san, what did that man say to you? I didn't understand, he spoke too quickly and I was at too much of a distance." Her face paled and she looked terrified. I put my hand--the hand holding the knife, though I didn't notice--on her shoulder. "Tsukino?" I shook her gently. "Tsukino-san, daijabou??"
~*Author's POV*~
Darien gaped at the scene in front of him. There was his petite girlfriend, standing and looking in terror at the shadowed male in front of her. The only part of the ass he could see clearly was his hand... A hand holding a knife to Serena's throat! As he watched, the man shook her and said something that didn't reach his ears. White hot fury rose up in Darien's chest and he charged towards the two, shoving Serena away from the guy and standing protectively in front of her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He screamed, shoving the man hard. Slowly the other man stepped forward again, and his face was surprised as he was illuminated by the dim light from the sky. But then a scowl crossed his face. "Chiba." He said darkly.
At first, Darien looked confused. But then the same scowl gracing the other man's face settled into place on him as well. There was a long, tense silence, a bewildered looking Usagi standing behind them as her boyfriend and new hero stared each other down. The air practically crackled with electricity.
Finally, Darien spoke, and when he did, it wasn't pretty. His voice was biting as he spat, "Seiya Kou."
^_^V I had no intention of putting Seiya in. Just decided to toss him in, it was getting hard to keep the story interesting. Anyway, guess what?! It's my birthday today! Yup! *Thrilled* Oh, and gomen for making the language in here a little more graphically then I previously had, I'm truly sorry if anyone is offended. Also, PLEASE don't flame me for putting Seiya in! Anyway, wasn't that a long chapter? Longest yet, I think!
...So...Ja ne! ^_~
