A Servant Girl by Red Potato
I do not own Sailor Moon, just the following new characters you don't recognize.
Chapter Nine
A Servant Girl
"Stop it!"
"Say you'll sleep after I leave and I'll stop tickling you."
"Okay! Okay! Just stop it!" After Darien did stop tickling her from
the side of the stomach and at her feet, she was able to breath at a normal
rate. "Thank you," Serena said sharply while giving a deady glare at the big bully
name Darien.
"Good night Miss. Kyle, I'll see you in the morning," he replied back,
ignoring the quiet whimpers Serena made everything the lightning touches
the earth. "Ahh!'' Serena yells as thunders and winds wail by and push through
the windowpane with much force that the window flung open, causing bed sheets
and papers to be in turbulence with the winds. Serena did her best to remain
calm, but with the help of rolling thunders and white lightning, it could not be done.
Serena didn't understand why she was so afraid of storms and the products of
storms; it didn't make any sense to her. With her brows scrunch, she got up
her determination and went against the wind to close the windows. Serena felt
a déjà vu of some sort. Curtains flap frowzily and it covers Serena and so she
could not see anything.
Darien, too, was caught by surprise and he could not hear Serena's cry
for the howling of the winds got him distracted. He turns around only to see that
the wind stop blowing in the room. The papers, sheets, and the objects that flew
out the window earlier stop flying and lay helplessly on the wooden floor. Darien
looks around in the dark, and he curse to himself about the candles blowing out
in the wind. He was now worry about Serena, wondering if she was frightens to
dead, and if her body was now a corpse. Whatever reasons was filling in his head,
he did not pay attention to it for he was stumbling around in the dark, feeling any
objects that might not be inanimate.
Just when the young man that is almost as blind as Mrs. Malison in the dark,
he trip upon a hard object and fell, face first, on the floor. He could only groan
out really loud because he rib was perhaps more injure than it already was.
"Darien?" a soft voice trembles out.
"Ow…" came the replied of the injure man.
"You're hurt again…"
"I'll be okay," he could barely say without swallowing deep breathes of air.
"It's a good thing you're okay. Who else will help me pick up this mess? Let's
go, up you go mister. Serve you right for being so clumsy," she said inconsiderately,
yet a little humor was added to her tone.
Leslie watch the two wounded couple tries their best to bend down and pick
up the papers and debris the storm left behind. She laugh mischievously at the poor
blonde who, every now and then, groan from bending down and walking, but Leslie
felt a pang of jealously as she saw her destine soul mate laugh heartily at the clumsy
girl then helping her get up. They seems to be having a wonderfully good time, enjoying
each other company and the conversation they have. 'That little wench…how dare she
talk to him in that flirtatious manner.'
Leslie continues to eye the two, wondering if she should stop in and help clean
up the mess, but jealously got the better side of her conscious and so she just stood at the
doorway and watch in rage. All sort of evil thoughts came to the red-hair girl who stood
watch of Darien and Serena. Leslie thought of torturing Serena in ways even the dark
lords of Avon couldn't even dare to think of. She grin at thought of Serena crying in
pain, but her malicious thinking got interrupted as Daryl approach her.
"It's not a good wont (A.N. Wont mean a habit/hobby) to spy on people Leslie," the light
brown-hair Daryl whispers to her because, he too was 'looking' at the people in the
messy room.
"Do shut up Daryl," she said harshly at the 5'9 gentleman who was coming to an age
of nineteen years.
"Now, now Miss Banlsome, it isn't polite to speak to your master like that," the
camel color eyes, man said to Leslie, still whispering and still paying attention
to Serena.
"I think you mistaken yourself Mr. Edward, Mr. Edward Senior is my master, you
are only his son. And I believe that the late Mr. Edward Senior shall let Mr. Lanster
be the heir to his estates and fortune, if I correct," she said slyly back, still not
talking directly to the fume gentleman.
But before Daryl could reply right away, Leslie cut him off, "I wouldn't consider raising
your voice just yet Daryl," she now looks at him directly into his eyes, "you wouldn't
want your Serena to see you have been spying on her." Leslie turns away and turns
her attention back to Darien, having a lust for him in her dark-brown eyes.
"You may think you're right about my Father's decision Leslie, but let me assure you,"
he pause, irritated at the servant girl before him who pays no attention to his
handsomely feature, he grab her arm brutally, forcing her to look at him, and
continues, "No matter what you may have heard the old hens in your kitchen say
about the will, I will be the one who inherit his fortune, for I am his son. Once I am
wealthy, let me assure you for your provident thinking, you will at once be cast out
onto the streets that lay fleas and ticks, and you will die of a horrible death. While
you scream for mercy from me, while you kiss my feet for mercy, I will be laughing
at your pathetic starving self. I promise you will regret what comes out of your whore
of a mouth."
Daryl could only give her a smirk, and then lets go to her arm as he continues his way
to his Father's study room. Leslie's rage turn into deep dark angers, and she made an
avowal to herself, "Daryl, you will be sorry for ever saying those words to me." She then
heard a loud crash happening inside the guest room of the manor and decides to go in
for she stall enough times already.
"Thank you Leslie, for helping us," Darien said, appreciative that he didn't have to bend
down anymore.
"Yes Leslie, thank you ever so much," Serena added, though annoy at the last moment
when the mess was just clean, Leslie came in, but she couldn't make the conclusion
that it was intentional of Leslie to come in at the last minute.
"You are quite welcome Darien," the girl cooed to him, neglecting the other person in
the room. Serena saw the glint in Leslie's eyes and her turquoise eyes gasp at the
moment; she couldn't believe why she haven't figure it out before, Leslie has a
crush on Darien! She giggles at the thought, but her soft giggling did not go without
notice, "What are you giggling about Serena?" a masculine voice asked her.
"Oh nothing! Just a funny thought shot (A.N. shot, get it? As in cupid's shot? You people don't get it? Oh, you are hopeless!), through me," Serena said knowing she did not lie, for the
thought was funny.
Leslie, feeling rather neglected decides to jump in the conversation; she was not going
to let Serena win. "Darien, you look awfully tired, let's get you into bed. Shall we?"
"I'm not that tired Leslie, I think I will stick around with Serena for a while, get that
thought she hid from me," he replied back sternly.
Leslie felt hurt; how could Darien talk to her like that? He was always up for her suggestions
before Serena came upon the manor. Although Serena did want to stay with Darien, she
couldn't, it would hurt Leslie.
"No Darien, I'm very tired at the moment. Perhaps we could continue this tomorrow.
My back ach so like my forehead. Rest would be the only thing to do right now, for me
and you," Serena concluded the conversation as Leslie lead Darien out the now clean
room. Serena felt very tired, exhausted and contempt at her new home. "Good night
Mommy," she mumbles before falling into an enchanted sleep where she could dream
about Darien without feeling guilty of getting in the way for Leslie.
Each room in the manor had a candle, and one by one, it was blown out as Mrs. Malison
walks through each of the unoccupied room and blew it out. She stop in at Serena's
room, smiling at the girl who slept like an angel, perhaps she is an angel, the old
woman thought, and continues to do her last job for the day.
The fingertip of rose touches the dawn. The morning dew settles on the rose petals,
the apple blossoms, and the fresh grass after a day of rains. The dews dripped onto
the quiet pond where it house crickets and little rainbow fishes of oranges, and as
it drip from the leaves of a willow tree, the dew made a small splash, yet big enough
to create a ripple throughout the jade pond. Little fishes rose to the surface of the
pond and looks for food that might fell onto their home.
In Raveloe, a large town near the southern border of Avon, a great kingdom, lays
many farms that belongs to farmers of many different generations. And in one
particular farm that the old yeoman takes proudly of lays a red barn. And in that
particular red barn that takes the shape of a hexagon, lay a rooster that knows
its job as daybreak appears.
"Cock-a-doodle-do" the lonely rooster crows out, and if a person with extraordinary
power has the ability to understand animals, that person would say the lonely rooster
had shout out, "Wake up you lazy humans. I only have enough voice for one call."
The sun shines into the guest room of the manor that lies on the northern border of
Raveloe, and it shines upon the opaque tapestry of the window. However, much of
the warm sunrays did not go through the masterly woven tapestry, for a little speck
shines upon the dark room that laid a young woman. Some tribulations must occur
deep into the subconscious of Serena for she toss and turns, incoherent gibberish
not even a person who can understand animals, would know what she was mumbling
about.
Serena sudden eyes open, as if she saw a ghost in her sleep. "Oh no, they're coming
to get me…" she said and say nothing much further because the disturb woman could
not get back to bed, but only to stay in her warm bed. Time pass by slowly for Serena
as she lay in bed wondering when the warriors are coming to get her. 'They are going
to get me and return me to my chamber prison. They're coming to get me and return
me to my torments. They're coming…'
Serena didn't know if she should be excite because she is going to see her best friends
or if she should be afraid because the warriors and sole guardians of Princess Serenity
are coming to take the heir of the Moon Kingdom back. Either way, Serena should
prepare for their arrival late afternoon, when the sun set evenly on the horizon of Earth.
She sigh, overwhelm and emotional exhausted by her responsibilities. As young
Serena began to close her fluster eyes and did so, a small knock on the door interrupted
what she thought, was a rest. Irritated to the very end because whenever she was finally
going to relax on her bed, that stupid door made an annoying noise of unexpected visitors.
Serena put a pillow over her face, "go away!" she muffles. But alas, the muffle did not
go through for the door made that aggravating cacophony sound she began to despise.
Serna gave up, threw the pillow back on the bed, then stomp to open the door.
"Good morning Serena!"
"Darien, you better have a damn well good excuse to wake me up this early in the
morning. Haven't I seen you enough yesterday?"
"Well," he said, a little offended, but decided to make the best of the situation with
his cranky friend, "did we not, how do the old folks use to have a saying, wake up
on the wrong side of the bed?"
Serena was quite surprise, Luna used to say that to her all the time! How weird
it was that Earthians knows some Planarians sayings.
"Well Mr. Lanster," she smirks drolly, "I'm only cranky because I had to open the
door for a certain person who decide it was the perfect time to wake up and greet
the world."
"We must find that person and punish him! He cannot greet the world, it's an odious
thing to do, especially in the morning!" Darien said, mocking sleepy Serena.
"Yes, let's punish him…"
"Hold that thought dear Serena, I believe it is time for breakfast. And after
breakfast, I would like you to accompany me somewhere of no importance."
"Breakfast?" Serena's stomach growl, longing for foods that doesn't have watery
substances, such as porridge. Her mind shudder at the thought of it.
That's it!! Wahoo! I won't be able to update soon, probably in about 3 weeks,
but stay tune! Just kidding! It'll be out in a week or so, depends if I have time to
finish my project and start on this. Please send me reviews about it, I'm getting
discourage by this story and wishes to stop continuing it because there are some
people who prefer to e-mail me and censure me on this story, that it's not good
and I shouldn't even considered submitting it. Well, send feedbacks! Thanks to
those to take the time to review…I appreciates it!
Red Potato
Red Potato
I do not own Sailor Moon, just the following new characters you don't recognize.
Chapter Nine
A Servant Girl
"Stop it!"
"Say you'll sleep after I leave and I'll stop tickling you."
"Okay! Okay! Just stop it!" After Darien did stop tickling her from
the side of the stomach and at her feet, she was able to breath at a normal
rate. "Thank you," Serena said sharply while giving a deady glare at the big bully
name Darien.
"Good night Miss. Kyle, I'll see you in the morning," he replied back,
ignoring the quiet whimpers Serena made everything the lightning touches
the earth. "Ahh!'' Serena yells as thunders and winds wail by and push through
the windowpane with much force that the window flung open, causing bed sheets
and papers to be in turbulence with the winds. Serena did her best to remain
calm, but with the help of rolling thunders and white lightning, it could not be done.
Serena didn't understand why she was so afraid of storms and the products of
storms; it didn't make any sense to her. With her brows scrunch, she got up
her determination and went against the wind to close the windows. Serena felt
a déjà vu of some sort. Curtains flap frowzily and it covers Serena and so she
could not see anything.
Darien, too, was caught by surprise and he could not hear Serena's cry
for the howling of the winds got him distracted. He turns around only to see that
the wind stop blowing in the room. The papers, sheets, and the objects that flew
out the window earlier stop flying and lay helplessly on the wooden floor. Darien
looks around in the dark, and he curse to himself about the candles blowing out
in the wind. He was now worry about Serena, wondering if she was frightens to
dead, and if her body was now a corpse. Whatever reasons was filling in his head,
he did not pay attention to it for he was stumbling around in the dark, feeling any
objects that might not be inanimate.
Just when the young man that is almost as blind as Mrs. Malison in the dark,
he trip upon a hard object and fell, face first, on the floor. He could only groan
out really loud because he rib was perhaps more injure than it already was.
"Darien?" a soft voice trembles out.
"Ow…" came the replied of the injure man.
"You're hurt again…"
"I'll be okay," he could barely say without swallowing deep breathes of air.
"It's a good thing you're okay. Who else will help me pick up this mess? Let's
go, up you go mister. Serve you right for being so clumsy," she said inconsiderately,
yet a little humor was added to her tone.
Leslie watch the two wounded couple tries their best to bend down and pick
up the papers and debris the storm left behind. She laugh mischievously at the poor
blonde who, every now and then, groan from bending down and walking, but Leslie
felt a pang of jealously as she saw her destine soul mate laugh heartily at the clumsy
girl then helping her get up. They seems to be having a wonderfully good time, enjoying
each other company and the conversation they have. 'That little wench…how dare she
talk to him in that flirtatious manner.'
Leslie continues to eye the two, wondering if she should stop in and help clean
up the mess, but jealously got the better side of her conscious and so she just stood at the
doorway and watch in rage. All sort of evil thoughts came to the red-hair girl who stood
watch of Darien and Serena. Leslie thought of torturing Serena in ways even the dark
lords of Avon couldn't even dare to think of. She grin at thought of Serena crying in
pain, but her malicious thinking got interrupted as Daryl approach her.
"It's not a good wont (A.N. Wont mean a habit/hobby) to spy on people Leslie," the light
brown-hair Daryl whispers to her because, he too was 'looking' at the people in the
messy room.
"Do shut up Daryl," she said harshly at the 5'9 gentleman who was coming to an age
of nineteen years.
"Now, now Miss Banlsome, it isn't polite to speak to your master like that," the
camel color eyes, man said to Leslie, still whispering and still paying attention
to Serena.
"I think you mistaken yourself Mr. Edward, Mr. Edward Senior is my master, you
are only his son. And I believe that the late Mr. Edward Senior shall let Mr. Lanster
be the heir to his estates and fortune, if I correct," she said slyly back, still not
talking directly to the fume gentleman.
But before Daryl could reply right away, Leslie cut him off, "I wouldn't consider raising
your voice just yet Daryl," she now looks at him directly into his eyes, "you wouldn't
want your Serena to see you have been spying on her." Leslie turns away and turns
her attention back to Darien, having a lust for him in her dark-brown eyes.
"You may think you're right about my Father's decision Leslie, but let me assure you,"
he pause, irritated at the servant girl before him who pays no attention to his
handsomely feature, he grab her arm brutally, forcing her to look at him, and
continues, "No matter what you may have heard the old hens in your kitchen say
about the will, I will be the one who inherit his fortune, for I am his son. Once I am
wealthy, let me assure you for your provident thinking, you will at once be cast out
onto the streets that lay fleas and ticks, and you will die of a horrible death. While
you scream for mercy from me, while you kiss my feet for mercy, I will be laughing
at your pathetic starving self. I promise you will regret what comes out of your whore
of a mouth."
Daryl could only give her a smirk, and then lets go to her arm as he continues his way
to his Father's study room. Leslie's rage turn into deep dark angers, and she made an
avowal to herself, "Daryl, you will be sorry for ever saying those words to me." She then
heard a loud crash happening inside the guest room of the manor and decides to go in
for she stall enough times already.
"Thank you Leslie, for helping us," Darien said, appreciative that he didn't have to bend
down anymore.
"Yes Leslie, thank you ever so much," Serena added, though annoy at the last moment
when the mess was just clean, Leslie came in, but she couldn't make the conclusion
that it was intentional of Leslie to come in at the last minute.
"You are quite welcome Darien," the girl cooed to him, neglecting the other person in
the room. Serena saw the glint in Leslie's eyes and her turquoise eyes gasp at the
moment; she couldn't believe why she haven't figure it out before, Leslie has a
crush on Darien! She giggles at the thought, but her soft giggling did not go without
notice, "What are you giggling about Serena?" a masculine voice asked her.
"Oh nothing! Just a funny thought shot (A.N. shot, get it? As in cupid's shot? You people don't get it? Oh, you are hopeless!), through me," Serena said knowing she did not lie, for the
thought was funny.
Leslie, feeling rather neglected decides to jump in the conversation; she was not going
to let Serena win. "Darien, you look awfully tired, let's get you into bed. Shall we?"
"I'm not that tired Leslie, I think I will stick around with Serena for a while, get that
thought she hid from me," he replied back sternly.
Leslie felt hurt; how could Darien talk to her like that? He was always up for her suggestions
before Serena came upon the manor. Although Serena did want to stay with Darien, she
couldn't, it would hurt Leslie.
"No Darien, I'm very tired at the moment. Perhaps we could continue this tomorrow.
My back ach so like my forehead. Rest would be the only thing to do right now, for me
and you," Serena concluded the conversation as Leslie lead Darien out the now clean
room. Serena felt very tired, exhausted and contempt at her new home. "Good night
Mommy," she mumbles before falling into an enchanted sleep where she could dream
about Darien without feeling guilty of getting in the way for Leslie.
Each room in the manor had a candle, and one by one, it was blown out as Mrs. Malison
walks through each of the unoccupied room and blew it out. She stop in at Serena's
room, smiling at the girl who slept like an angel, perhaps she is an angel, the old
woman thought, and continues to do her last job for the day.
The fingertip of rose touches the dawn. The morning dew settles on the rose petals,
the apple blossoms, and the fresh grass after a day of rains. The dews dripped onto
the quiet pond where it house crickets and little rainbow fishes of oranges, and as
it drip from the leaves of a willow tree, the dew made a small splash, yet big enough
to create a ripple throughout the jade pond. Little fishes rose to the surface of the
pond and looks for food that might fell onto their home.
In Raveloe, a large town near the southern border of Avon, a great kingdom, lays
many farms that belongs to farmers of many different generations. And in one
particular farm that the old yeoman takes proudly of lays a red barn. And in that
particular red barn that takes the shape of a hexagon, lay a rooster that knows
its job as daybreak appears.
"Cock-a-doodle-do" the lonely rooster crows out, and if a person with extraordinary
power has the ability to understand animals, that person would say the lonely rooster
had shout out, "Wake up you lazy humans. I only have enough voice for one call."
The sun shines into the guest room of the manor that lies on the northern border of
Raveloe, and it shines upon the opaque tapestry of the window. However, much of
the warm sunrays did not go through the masterly woven tapestry, for a little speck
shines upon the dark room that laid a young woman. Some tribulations must occur
deep into the subconscious of Serena for she toss and turns, incoherent gibberish
not even a person who can understand animals, would know what she was mumbling
about.
Serena sudden eyes open, as if she saw a ghost in her sleep. "Oh no, they're coming
to get me…" she said and say nothing much further because the disturb woman could
not get back to bed, but only to stay in her warm bed. Time pass by slowly for Serena
as she lay in bed wondering when the warriors are coming to get her. 'They are going
to get me and return me to my chamber prison. They're coming to get me and return
me to my torments. They're coming…'
Serena didn't know if she should be excite because she is going to see her best friends
or if she should be afraid because the warriors and sole guardians of Princess Serenity
are coming to take the heir of the Moon Kingdom back. Either way, Serena should
prepare for their arrival late afternoon, when the sun set evenly on the horizon of Earth.
She sigh, overwhelm and emotional exhausted by her responsibilities. As young
Serena began to close her fluster eyes and did so, a small knock on the door interrupted
what she thought, was a rest. Irritated to the very end because whenever she was finally
going to relax on her bed, that stupid door made an annoying noise of unexpected visitors.
Serena put a pillow over her face, "go away!" she muffles. But alas, the muffle did not
go through for the door made that aggravating cacophony sound she began to despise.
Serna gave up, threw the pillow back on the bed, then stomp to open the door.
"Good morning Serena!"
"Darien, you better have a damn well good excuse to wake me up this early in the
morning. Haven't I seen you enough yesterday?"
"Well," he said, a little offended, but decided to make the best of the situation with
his cranky friend, "did we not, how do the old folks use to have a saying, wake up
on the wrong side of the bed?"
Serena was quite surprise, Luna used to say that to her all the time! How weird
it was that Earthians knows some Planarians sayings.
"Well Mr. Lanster," she smirks drolly, "I'm only cranky because I had to open the
door for a certain person who decide it was the perfect time to wake up and greet
the world."
"We must find that person and punish him! He cannot greet the world, it's an odious
thing to do, especially in the morning!" Darien said, mocking sleepy Serena.
"Yes, let's punish him…"
"Hold that thought dear Serena, I believe it is time for breakfast. And after
breakfast, I would like you to accompany me somewhere of no importance."
"Breakfast?" Serena's stomach growl, longing for foods that doesn't have watery
substances, such as porridge. Her mind shudder at the thought of it.
That's it!! Wahoo! I won't be able to update soon, probably in about 3 weeks,
but stay tune! Just kidding! It'll be out in a week or so, depends if I have time to
finish my project and start on this. Please send me reviews about it, I'm getting
discourage by this story and wishes to stop continuing it because there are some
people who prefer to e-mail me and censure me on this story, that it's not good
and I shouldn't even considered submitting it. Well, send feedbacks! Thanks to
those to take the time to review…I appreciates it!
Red Potato
Red Potato