Sweet Sixteen – Chapter Five: The Last Straw
By: Magellan*Princess
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: um, none that I can think of. Possibly running away, but I don't see why I'd have to put up a warning for just that.
Notes: I realized (thank you, Abeille) that I misspelled "francais", and, embarrassingly, I was also working on my French homework at the time! I apologize for the inconvenience I may or may not have caused.
Disclaimer: Yes, I know, I haven't put on disclaimers much…I forgot! Forgive me!!!! So here goes. *Magellan Princess comes out in a long gold sparkly gown with her hair done up and daisies put in it. She blushes and takes out a crumply piece of notebook paper* "teehee…um…my disclaimer! I don't own Sailor Moon or any of the characters!! I would have said this more creatively but, sadly, my teacher took my paper away from me when I was writing a disclaimer and *sniffle* I also managed to get myself lunch detention for writing stuff when I was supposed to be listening to math stuff…oh, yes! Hehe…*sweatdrops*…on with the disclaimer! Belle De La Lune and Krista are MINE! So ask b4 u take them…if you do…" Looks nervously at the man with a big cane at the side of the stage coming towards her and runs off the other side screaming her head off "FROMAGE ET PUISSANCE FRITE BLEUE D'COEUFS*, MAKE UP!" Sadly, nothing happens and she just resorts to kicking the scary cane-man and smiling sweetly at the audience. "Enjoy!"
Serena walked home slowly, knowing her father might yell at her new look…scratch that, would yell. At the least. She touched her bruise on her face gingerly and pulled back her hand sharply at the intense pain. She grabbed a cold diet coke out of her messenger bag (AN: now where did THAT come from? Oh well, on with the story) and held it up to the injury. It stopped stinging quite so painfully, and Serena turned onto her street. 'Oh, crap.' She thought, seeing two shapes bickering through the blue- tinted glass of her window. In sake of not going inside, she walked over to her neighbor's lilac bush and grabbed a sprig or two, hoping it might sooth her parent's wrath at least a little bit. She didn't need any more stress right now. She hid behind her neighbor's fence as her father poked his head out and hurriedly applied some cover-up to her bruises, wiped away most of the leftover makeup from her makeover (her father wouldn't approve), threw on a hat to hide her new haircut & streaks, put on and zipped up a baby- blue light sweatshirt to hide her halter top (also because her father would say it was too "revealing"), and walked out from behind the fence and into her house nervously. "Konnichiwa," she unlocked the door and stepped inside.
"SERENA TSUKINO!" Her father bellowed from the living room.
"Hai?" She said innocently. "I'm on time, I checked my watch."
"Oh. Well, that's a first." He tried to joke. Serena wasn't in the mood. "Go along then." He said.
Her mother eyed Serena's face where it got bruised quizzically, noticing the makeup overdose. but didn't say anything knowing Serena's father would just yell and argue with her poor daughter. "Serena," she said, "I'll help you get ready for dinner. We're going out, then coming back for your cake and presents."
"Iie, Okasan, I can do it." Serena said, picking up on her mother's underlying message.
"Oh, but Serena, darling, you won't know what to wear." Her mother said, a hint of strictness in her comforting voice. Serena knew it was no use arguing with her mother when she was strict, she would always get her way. So she reluctantly trudged up to her room, mother in tow.
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~Belle De La Lune~
"Krista, avancent. Nous nous fermons." A pretty girl working at the counter said. (Krista, come on. We're closing.)
"Oui, Juliette, combien est-ce que j'ai gagné aujourd'hui?" (Yes, Juliette, how much did I earn today?)
"Krista, vous hantez au-dessus de l'argent! Ne vous inquiétez pas tellement. Vous avez un manoir pour des sakes de dieux, et vous seul vivez!" The pretty girl said. (Krista, you obsess over money! Do not worry so much. You have a mansion for gods sakes, and you live alone!)
"Votre point est?" Krista said, annoyed. (Your point is?)
"Prise juste il facile, Krista. Nous sommes tous ainsi inquiété de vous." The girl said, and placed her hand caringly on Krista's shoulder. (Just take it easy, Krista. We're all worried about you.)
Krista looked up at the full moon. "Je souhaite que je pourrais." (I wish I could.) "Bonne nuit, Julietta. Je vous souhaite bien." She smiled at the girl. (Good night, Julietta. I wish you well.) She began to walk out of the beauty parlor."
"Merci, Krista. Bonne nuit." (Thank you, Krista. Good night.) "Ah! Vous avez gagné neuf cents dollars aujourd'hui!" (Oh! You earned nine hundred dollars today!) The girl called after the retreating woman. Krista turned around and smiled, then opened the glass doors and walked out into the cool night air, breathing in the scent of wafting roses.
"Mama, I want a flower!" A little girl happily cried, grabbing her mother's hand and leading her to a vendor selling blossoms. 'She looks so happy.' Krista thought.
"Would you like a rose?" The vendor asked. Krista looked up and saw he was about her age, a little older. She then realized he was talking to her.
"How much is a rose?" Krista asked uncertainly.
"600 yen, but for you, a kiss." The man said.
"Non, tu es stupide…" (No, you are stupid…)
"Why not? Just one."
"Non!"
"I can't understand you…but sex doesn't need to be bilingual." The vendor said, coming up to her.
"Get away from me!" Krista yelled.
"Woah, no need to get all touchy." The man said, and backed off in disgust. Krista ran around the corner and breathed deeply. 'I'm alright…' she thought. 'I'm okay…'
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~Serena's Bedroom~
Serena closed her door and sat on her bed. "Take off the cover-up, Serena." She said sternly.
Serena decided to play innocent. "What cover-up, Okasan?"
"This cover-up!" Her mother almost yelled, wiping Serena's cheek. Right where the bruise was. Serena screamed.
"What's wrong?" Her father poked his head in. "Having a prima donna moment or something? Just do something worthwhile for once and stop whining! Try your homework! Maybe then you won't FAIL SCHOOL!" Her father yelled.
"You are so fucking stuck up your own ass, you don't even notice when you hurt your own daughter." Serena said calmly, standing up.
"What did you just say to me, young lady." Her father said angrily.
"You heard me, you son of a bitch. Wait. No, Grandmother made a mistake in having you and I shouldn't bring her into this."
"THE ONLY MISTAKE I SEE HERE IS YOU!" Her father yelled. "You are grounded, Serena. For a year. And NEVER say that again under this roof." He hissed.
"Oh, don't bother grounding me, Otosan. I don't intend to stay under this roof, either." Serena grabbed 2 suitcases she was planning on taking on her upcoming trip with Darien to London—complete with blankets, clothing (light and heavy), her favorite mangas and stuffed animals, and medical supplies. "Goodbye, baka. Maybe some day you'll treat your children right—I am here to teach you to never make the same mistake twice. Tell Sammy I love him and I never ever meant any of the bad things I said to him. He was the ray of light here, in my life. And if you treat him like you treated me…I will come get revenge for him." Serena said, then, using the instincts she had as Sailor Moon and usually hid, made an artful jump out her window and down to the ground gracefully. "Goodbye, Okasan…Onii-chan…I love you." Serena sobbed, letting her inside emotions come out.
"Serena!" Her mother called.
"I love you…" Serena called back, then ran. Far away…where her father could never find her. Where he couldn't hurt her again.
But if he hurt her mother…she'd come back. She'd repay him for the damage he caused her. The bruises she had to lie about to her best friends…or ex-best friends now…saying they were from battle. When really the problem was much worse than any battle. "I love you…" She whispered to the night air.
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And there is chapter 5!!!!! 10 more reviews and chapter 6 is out. Thank you so much!!!!!
Love Always,
Magellan Princess
* Cheese and Blue Fried Eggs Power
By: Magellan*Princess
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: um, none that I can think of. Possibly running away, but I don't see why I'd have to put up a warning for just that.
Notes: I realized (thank you, Abeille) that I misspelled "francais", and, embarrassingly, I was also working on my French homework at the time! I apologize for the inconvenience I may or may not have caused.
Disclaimer: Yes, I know, I haven't put on disclaimers much…I forgot! Forgive me!!!! So here goes. *Magellan Princess comes out in a long gold sparkly gown with her hair done up and daisies put in it. She blushes and takes out a crumply piece of notebook paper* "teehee…um…my disclaimer! I don't own Sailor Moon or any of the characters!! I would have said this more creatively but, sadly, my teacher took my paper away from me when I was writing a disclaimer and *sniffle* I also managed to get myself lunch detention for writing stuff when I was supposed to be listening to math stuff…oh, yes! Hehe…*sweatdrops*…on with the disclaimer! Belle De La Lune and Krista are MINE! So ask b4 u take them…if you do…" Looks nervously at the man with a big cane at the side of the stage coming towards her and runs off the other side screaming her head off "FROMAGE ET PUISSANCE FRITE BLEUE D'COEUFS*, MAKE UP!" Sadly, nothing happens and she just resorts to kicking the scary cane-man and smiling sweetly at the audience. "Enjoy!"
Serena walked home slowly, knowing her father might yell at her new look…scratch that, would yell. At the least. She touched her bruise on her face gingerly and pulled back her hand sharply at the intense pain. She grabbed a cold diet coke out of her messenger bag (AN: now where did THAT come from? Oh well, on with the story) and held it up to the injury. It stopped stinging quite so painfully, and Serena turned onto her street. 'Oh, crap.' She thought, seeing two shapes bickering through the blue- tinted glass of her window. In sake of not going inside, she walked over to her neighbor's lilac bush and grabbed a sprig or two, hoping it might sooth her parent's wrath at least a little bit. She didn't need any more stress right now. She hid behind her neighbor's fence as her father poked his head out and hurriedly applied some cover-up to her bruises, wiped away most of the leftover makeup from her makeover (her father wouldn't approve), threw on a hat to hide her new haircut & streaks, put on and zipped up a baby- blue light sweatshirt to hide her halter top (also because her father would say it was too "revealing"), and walked out from behind the fence and into her house nervously. "Konnichiwa," she unlocked the door and stepped inside.
"SERENA TSUKINO!" Her father bellowed from the living room.
"Hai?" She said innocently. "I'm on time, I checked my watch."
"Oh. Well, that's a first." He tried to joke. Serena wasn't in the mood. "Go along then." He said.
Her mother eyed Serena's face where it got bruised quizzically, noticing the makeup overdose. but didn't say anything knowing Serena's father would just yell and argue with her poor daughter. "Serena," she said, "I'll help you get ready for dinner. We're going out, then coming back for your cake and presents."
"Iie, Okasan, I can do it." Serena said, picking up on her mother's underlying message.
"Oh, but Serena, darling, you won't know what to wear." Her mother said, a hint of strictness in her comforting voice. Serena knew it was no use arguing with her mother when she was strict, she would always get her way. So she reluctantly trudged up to her room, mother in tow.
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~Belle De La Lune~
"Krista, avancent. Nous nous fermons." A pretty girl working at the counter said. (Krista, come on. We're closing.)
"Oui, Juliette, combien est-ce que j'ai gagné aujourd'hui?" (Yes, Juliette, how much did I earn today?)
"Krista, vous hantez au-dessus de l'argent! Ne vous inquiétez pas tellement. Vous avez un manoir pour des sakes de dieux, et vous seul vivez!" The pretty girl said. (Krista, you obsess over money! Do not worry so much. You have a mansion for gods sakes, and you live alone!)
"Votre point est?" Krista said, annoyed. (Your point is?)
"Prise juste il facile, Krista. Nous sommes tous ainsi inquiété de vous." The girl said, and placed her hand caringly on Krista's shoulder. (Just take it easy, Krista. We're all worried about you.)
Krista looked up at the full moon. "Je souhaite que je pourrais." (I wish I could.) "Bonne nuit, Julietta. Je vous souhaite bien." She smiled at the girl. (Good night, Julietta. I wish you well.) She began to walk out of the beauty parlor."
"Merci, Krista. Bonne nuit." (Thank you, Krista. Good night.) "Ah! Vous avez gagné neuf cents dollars aujourd'hui!" (Oh! You earned nine hundred dollars today!) The girl called after the retreating woman. Krista turned around and smiled, then opened the glass doors and walked out into the cool night air, breathing in the scent of wafting roses.
"Mama, I want a flower!" A little girl happily cried, grabbing her mother's hand and leading her to a vendor selling blossoms. 'She looks so happy.' Krista thought.
"Would you like a rose?" The vendor asked. Krista looked up and saw he was about her age, a little older. She then realized he was talking to her.
"How much is a rose?" Krista asked uncertainly.
"600 yen, but for you, a kiss." The man said.
"Non, tu es stupide…" (No, you are stupid…)
"Why not? Just one."
"Non!"
"I can't understand you…but sex doesn't need to be bilingual." The vendor said, coming up to her.
"Get away from me!" Krista yelled.
"Woah, no need to get all touchy." The man said, and backed off in disgust. Krista ran around the corner and breathed deeply. 'I'm alright…' she thought. 'I'm okay…'
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~Serena's Bedroom~
Serena closed her door and sat on her bed. "Take off the cover-up, Serena." She said sternly.
Serena decided to play innocent. "What cover-up, Okasan?"
"This cover-up!" Her mother almost yelled, wiping Serena's cheek. Right where the bruise was. Serena screamed.
"What's wrong?" Her father poked his head in. "Having a prima donna moment or something? Just do something worthwhile for once and stop whining! Try your homework! Maybe then you won't FAIL SCHOOL!" Her father yelled.
"You are so fucking stuck up your own ass, you don't even notice when you hurt your own daughter." Serena said calmly, standing up.
"What did you just say to me, young lady." Her father said angrily.
"You heard me, you son of a bitch. Wait. No, Grandmother made a mistake in having you and I shouldn't bring her into this."
"THE ONLY MISTAKE I SEE HERE IS YOU!" Her father yelled. "You are grounded, Serena. For a year. And NEVER say that again under this roof." He hissed.
"Oh, don't bother grounding me, Otosan. I don't intend to stay under this roof, either." Serena grabbed 2 suitcases she was planning on taking on her upcoming trip with Darien to London—complete with blankets, clothing (light and heavy), her favorite mangas and stuffed animals, and medical supplies. "Goodbye, baka. Maybe some day you'll treat your children right—I am here to teach you to never make the same mistake twice. Tell Sammy I love him and I never ever meant any of the bad things I said to him. He was the ray of light here, in my life. And if you treat him like you treated me…I will come get revenge for him." Serena said, then, using the instincts she had as Sailor Moon and usually hid, made an artful jump out her window and down to the ground gracefully. "Goodbye, Okasan…Onii-chan…I love you." Serena sobbed, letting her inside emotions come out.
"Serena!" Her mother called.
"I love you…" Serena called back, then ran. Far away…where her father could never find her. Where he couldn't hurt her again.
But if he hurt her mother…she'd come back. She'd repay him for the damage he caused her. The bruises she had to lie about to her best friends…or ex-best friends now…saying they were from battle. When really the problem was much worse than any battle. "I love you…" She whispered to the night air.
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And there is chapter 5!!!!! 10 more reviews and chapter 6 is out. Thank you so much!!!!!
Love Always,
Magellan Princess
* Cheese and Blue Fried Eggs Power