This is my first Darien/Serena story, so bare with me!!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sailor Moon. Big shock. Big. Huge.
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"Miss Hayes!"
"Over here! Miss Hayes!"
The yells from the crowd were deafening as Serena Hayes climbed out
of her limo and stepped out onto the red carpet.
"Miss Hayes! I love you! Please, will you marry me?" a young man cried
from behind the security guards. Serena laughed slightly and dispelled
the thought (and the man) with a smile and a flick of the wrist.
She smiled brightly at the crowd and made her way down the red carpet,
occasionally stopping here and there for photos. She really didn't
enjoy this part of the entertainment business. Sighing, she entered
the arena and let the roar of the crowd fade behind her.
Looking up, suddenly Serena found herself face to face with those
god-damned-celebrity-hunting paparazzi. She tried to reassure herself,
taking a deep breath and stepping forward so that she was in complete
view of the media. They gasped and paused hesitantly, before taking
photos like there was no tomorrow. Serena stood, posing for the cameras
for a few moments before walking off in a flurry of flashing light.
~ Darien ~
Wow. There was no other way to describe her. And she just stood there
while every pair of eyes flicked over her body, practically devouring it.
The long dress swept over her body, hugging her tight. The shimmering
pastel pink accentuated her curves, whilst her golden hair worn in her
trademark odangos, cascaded into a pool on the floor.
I was stunned, to say the least.
I managed only to take a single picture of her that night; she had looked
straight in my direction and giggled quietly. That picture has, and
always will be with me, to remind me of what I live for.
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Soooo??? What do we think? ::silence:: Come on people!! ::more silence::
You must at least have thought about it!? Well?? *lol*
Michiru
satansmistress78@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sailor Moon. Big shock. Big. Huge.
* * *
"Miss Hayes!"
"Over here! Miss Hayes!"
The yells from the crowd were deafening as Serena Hayes climbed out
of her limo and stepped out onto the red carpet.
"Miss Hayes! I love you! Please, will you marry me?" a young man cried
from behind the security guards. Serena laughed slightly and dispelled
the thought (and the man) with a smile and a flick of the wrist.
She smiled brightly at the crowd and made her way down the red carpet,
occasionally stopping here and there for photos. She really didn't
enjoy this part of the entertainment business. Sighing, she entered
the arena and let the roar of the crowd fade behind her.
Looking up, suddenly Serena found herself face to face with those
god-damned-celebrity-hunting paparazzi. She tried to reassure herself,
taking a deep breath and stepping forward so that she was in complete
view of the media. They gasped and paused hesitantly, before taking
photos like there was no tomorrow. Serena stood, posing for the cameras
for a few moments before walking off in a flurry of flashing light.
~ Darien ~
Wow. There was no other way to describe her. And she just stood there
while every pair of eyes flicked over her body, practically devouring it.
The long dress swept over her body, hugging her tight. The shimmering
pastel pink accentuated her curves, whilst her golden hair worn in her
trademark odangos, cascaded into a pool on the floor.
I was stunned, to say the least.
I managed only to take a single picture of her that night; she had looked
straight in my direction and giggled quietly. That picture has, and
always will be with me, to remind me of what I live for.
* * *
Soooo??? What do we think? ::silence:: Come on people!! ::more silence::
You must at least have thought about it!? Well?? *lol*
Michiru
satansmistress78@hotmail.com