All My Brothers – Part 9
By: Reba Jean, Jan. 19, 2001
E-mail: rjean@ghg.net
Rating: PG13
Genre: Romance/comedy
Disclaimer: Characters are based on Sailor Moon copyright 1992 by Naoko
Takeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation, English language adaptation
copyright 1995 by DIC Entertainment. This story is not intended for
monetary gain or tangible profit, but purely for entertainment of the
readers.
Notes: This is an alternate storyline. Names are a mix of English and
Japanese versions.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Early in the morning, Sammy snuck over to Serena's door for the third
time and looked in. It was Serena and Darien asleep in the bed. He
didn't see any costumes and only ordinary clothing was thrown on the
floor. Rats.
Even though it was still too early to get ready for school, Sammy
didn't feel like going back to sleep. "I should have gotten a piece of
their costumes for a sample. Now there's nothing but their regular
clothes in there. How did they change or where did the other stuff
go," he wondered.
From the foot of the stairs, Ikuko called, "Sammy, Serena, it's time to
get up. Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes."
Serena never even heard the wakeup call; she could sleep through
anything. Darien was a lighter sleeper. The part about breakfast
registered in his sleep-fogged brain. There should be just enough time
for a shower, he thought as he kicked through the pile of clothes on
the floor looking for his shorts.
Sammy heard footfalls go past his door and the sound of the bathroom
door closing. He peeked out in the hallway; the coast was clear.
Sammy stealthily entered Serena's room. Good, she was still asleep.
He could get a 'sample' and be out of there before Darien got back. He
looked around to see what there was to choose from: Serena's bra,
panties, white shorts, and pink tee shirt, or Darien's black jeans,
white polo shirt, or that green jacket. No way he was gonna touch her
underwear. He grabbed the two shirts off the pile and hurried back to
his room. He hid them in his best secret hiding place. Maybe he could
get Serena's friend Melvin to help him analyze this stuff.
Sammy wolfed down his breakfast and hurried back to his room to change
for school. He wanted to be gone before those two came out.
Darien heard the outside door slam as he finally came out of the
bathroom. He really enjoyed a nice hot shower the morning after a
battle to work out any residual stiffness. At his apartment he could
stay in there for hours. The Tsukino house must have a really small
hot water heater; the hot water set on high had barely lasted 15
minutes. Darien slipped on his jeans but was unsuccessful at finding
his shirt. Maybe he could borrow one from Ikuko. Wandering around
town in a jacket without a shirt like some rock star wannabe did not
appeal to the conservative Chiba.
Serena was rudely awakened from her dreams of cocoa lakes and chocolate
cake mountains covered with ice cream. She was dragged from her warm
blankets and deposited on her feet. It was only mitigated by the warm
clean-scented man-flesh plastered against her front. The kisses to her
face and the sensitive places around her ear and neck and the hands
roaming and caressing her backside didn't hurt either. "Good morning,
my lovely Meatball Head. Your mom called you for breakfast about 15
minutes ago. Why don't you get cleaned up, dressed, and go on down."
Darien pulled the towels off his shoulder and draped them over Serena.
She turned and headed down the hall toward the now vacant bath. Darien
made Serena's messy bed and picked up her clothes off the floor,
folding them neatly on the bed. He searched the room again for his
missing shirt and noted that hers had also vanished. Hungry and
determined to at least get a little food before Serena ate everything
in sight, he headed downstairs.
"Oh, there you are Sere-," said Ikuko, stopping as she looked up and
saw who was actually entering the kitchen. "I forgot you were here.
Come to think of it, I don't remember hearing you come in last night."
He grinned and quipped, "Serena let me in her alternate route."
"You mean up the tree and sneaking back in the window, when she wasn't
supposed to be out," she retorted.
"You got it. What's for breakfast? Something smells great," Darien
turned pleading eyes on Serena's mom.
Pausing to look him up and down a bit longer than strictly necessary,
Ikuko's eyes twinkled and she suppressed a giggle, "We generally dress
for meals in this house."
Darien turned on the lazy smile that was something of a trademark from
his days of photo shoots, "My shirt seems to have disappeared between
the time I got up this morning and when I got back to Serena's room
after taking a shower. Can I borrow a tee shirt or something?"
They were interrupted by a loud wail from above, "Mom, there's no hot
water! I wanted to wash my hair!"
"Oops," smirked Darien.
Ikuko dished him a plate of waffles, eggs, and bacon, "Here, you had
better take some while there is still food left."
Another screech come from above, "Mom, somebody stole my top!"
Ikuko sighed and went up to her room to find something for Serena and
Darien to wear. Serena clomped down the stairs followed more quietly
by her mother. "Food! I'm starved." she announced as she piled her
plate high. She gave Darien a dirty look, "Shut-up."
"But I didn't say anything!" he protested with his best innocent
expression.
"Yeah, but you thought it," she snapped back. Serena proceeded to
shovel the food into her mouth at a speed remarkable even for her.
Ikuko laughed, "You're even eating eggs again. I thought they made you
sick."
"Not any more, I guess. Can I have some more?" Serena asked as she
held out her plate for a refill. "Mom, did you put my shirt
somewhere?" she asked.
"No, Darien said his shirt was missing this morning too," Ikuko
answered.
"Sammy, that brat! He's playing some kind of stupid game," she
complained.
"Well he's already gone to school. You'll have to ask him about it
later," said Ikuko. She got up and retrieved the incriminating photo
from the den that Sammy had given her the night before. "I wonder if
the little game he seems to be playing has anything to do with this
photo he took last night." Ikuko tried to hide her smile as she handed
the photo to Serena and quickly covered her ears.
An ear piercing shriek rang out as expected, shattering the relative
quiet. Darien winced and covered his ears reflexively. "Damn it,
Serena! I'd like to keep at least some of my hearing."
Serena had turned bright red. "Sammy is so dead. Darien, look at what
that maggot did," she said as she showed him the photo.
"Hum, embarrassing. He takes a good picture though," said Darien
trying not to laugh at Serena's murderous expression. "I hope you
didn't show this to Kenji," he added with a sly look at Ikuko.
"No, he's not back yet from his trip and I prefer to keep this a
peaceful household. You two can keep it. He doesn't need to know
about your private fantasies. Keep those to yourselves please. By the
way, where ever did you get those costumes anyway? Sammy came running
down here last night convinced that Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask were
actually "making out" in Serena's bedroom."
Serena and Darien exchanged an embarrassed glance. Darien raised an
eyebrow at Serena's nod. "We're going to need her help after the
babies are born. What else would we do if we were both called out?
And she needs to know if something should happen."
"Mom, I don't know quite how to say this. Those aren't exactly
costumes," Serena began. "Show her," she directed Darien.
With a smile and a flourish, he materialized a rose out of the air. In
an easy motion he lightly tossed the rose to Ikuko and transformed.
"Tuxedo Mask, at your service 'Mom'". Gesturing toward Serena he
added, "And may I present Sailor Moon."
Ikuko stared silently. She got up and circled around Tuxedo Mask,
looking him over carefully. As she passed behind him she lifted up the
bottom of his cape and began playing with it absently. He turned
slightly trying to keep her in view. Ikuko brought the photo up and
looked at it closely and then at Darien. He looked imploringly at
Serena. "Talk to her or something and get her to stop. Your mom's
checking out my butt! And she was flirting with me this morning before
you came down," he complained nervously.
Serena only shrugged and giggled, "I guess she's got good taste then."
Ikuko regarded Serena, "All those times you were so tired you could
hardly get out of bed to go to school. All the cuts, scrapes, and
bruises you said you got from falling. It fits. Well, aren't you
going to change too?"
Serena replied, "I really shouldn't; I'm too tired. It takes a lot of
energy to transform. It might even be dangerous while I'm pregnant if
my energy is drained. Last night I had so much extra energy from all
that chocolate I needed to burn it off."
Tuxedo Mask smirked, "She sure did!"
"That's enough. Don't start. I think 'Cape Boy' needs to power down
so we can go home. Thanks for breakfast."
Darien commented, "I don't think I need to say that this needs to stay
quiet."
"Yeah, especially don't tell that rotten little brother of mine, or it
will be all over town," Serena added.
"I'm not even sure I'll tell your father. You know how he worries and
gets spun up over every little thing. This would be off the charts
where he's concerned," Ikuko replied.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Serena came home from school one afternoon, Darien was staring at
the computer. There were receipts and crumpled up papers scattered on
the floor around him. "We need to improve our cash flow," he
announced.
"What?" asked Serena.
"We're spending more money than I'm making," he replied.
"But I haven't been spending THAT much," she protested.
Darien sighed and flopped down on the bed. Putting his hands under his
head, he stared at the ceiling. "It's not that. My investments aren't
paying as many dividends now and I didn't spend all that much when I
was by myself. It just costs more for two of us and soon there will be
four. I'm already working as many hours as I can with school."
"Do you want me to get a job instead of go to school?" Serena asked.
"No, you need to finish school. You shouldn't even have to think of
working in your condition anyway," he replied.
"I hate the idea of going back into 'show business', but we need the
money." Seeming to change the subject, "Your American 'admirer' from
Hawaii called."
"What?" she asked as a puzzled frown formed on her face.
"That guy who thought you should be in commercials called me this
morning. I made up a bio for you, scanned in some photos, threw
together a portfolio and e-mailed it to their company. They want
'Rapunzel to let down her hair'."
"Darien, just say what you mean and quit trying to tease me," Serena
snapped. He was being so irritating.
"They want you to do the Rapunzel fairy tale shampoo commercial. Me
too," he grinned.
Serena squealed, "I get to be on TV!"
Darien cautioned, "It's not all that much fun. It's hard work. You
know how we get mobbed in senshi form when the crowds see us. If it
gets popular, we'll have to put up with that all the time. The nosey
press and people stalking you to take pictures all the time."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
All the girls (and Melvin) gathered outside the school under the trees
at lunch. "Oh Mina, it was so much fun. I loved having them do my
hair and makeup and all the photos. The dress I wore was a long pink
satin princess gown with lots of trim and jewels. All Mr. Stick in the
Mud did was complain. 'Too many takes. I hate wearing tights.'
Whine, whine, whine. One thing was funny. He kept trying to pull down
his tunic and saying it was too short. He said it was like a ballet
costume and then pretended to be a ballerina and danced around the set
on his toes. He can be such a clown sometimes, but you'd never know
it from the way he acts most of the time. He didn't know it, but the
camera guy got the whole thing on film. He likes to do bloopers and
funny outtakes and said he'd do a tape for me." Serena told everyone
about the commercial she and Darien had filmed that Saturday.
"You'll have to show that a party sometime. Don't tell Darien and
spoil the surprise," Lita remarked.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Serena, they want us to do another commercial. The people who screen
the rough cuts liked what we did on the last one. The shoot will be
next weekend. They're going to use them both during the sumo
championships on TV. That will get us lots of exposure. The next one
will be even more money than the first one," gloated Darien.
What Darien didn't add though was the KIND of commercial they would be
doing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Darien's view on that experience is a subplot in "The Last Letter"
located at:
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=521861
By: Reba Jean, Jan. 19, 2001
E-mail: rjean@ghg.net
Rating: PG13
Genre: Romance/comedy
Disclaimer: Characters are based on Sailor Moon copyright 1992 by Naoko
Takeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation, English language adaptation
copyright 1995 by DIC Entertainment. This story is not intended for
monetary gain or tangible profit, but purely for entertainment of the
readers.
Notes: This is an alternate storyline. Names are a mix of English and
Japanese versions.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Early in the morning, Sammy snuck over to Serena's door for the third
time and looked in. It was Serena and Darien asleep in the bed. He
didn't see any costumes and only ordinary clothing was thrown on the
floor. Rats.
Even though it was still too early to get ready for school, Sammy
didn't feel like going back to sleep. "I should have gotten a piece of
their costumes for a sample. Now there's nothing but their regular
clothes in there. How did they change or where did the other stuff
go," he wondered.
From the foot of the stairs, Ikuko called, "Sammy, Serena, it's time to
get up. Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes."
Serena never even heard the wakeup call; she could sleep through
anything. Darien was a lighter sleeper. The part about breakfast
registered in his sleep-fogged brain. There should be just enough time
for a shower, he thought as he kicked through the pile of clothes on
the floor looking for his shorts.
Sammy heard footfalls go past his door and the sound of the bathroom
door closing. He peeked out in the hallway; the coast was clear.
Sammy stealthily entered Serena's room. Good, she was still asleep.
He could get a 'sample' and be out of there before Darien got back. He
looked around to see what there was to choose from: Serena's bra,
panties, white shorts, and pink tee shirt, or Darien's black jeans,
white polo shirt, or that green jacket. No way he was gonna touch her
underwear. He grabbed the two shirts off the pile and hurried back to
his room. He hid them in his best secret hiding place. Maybe he could
get Serena's friend Melvin to help him analyze this stuff.
Sammy wolfed down his breakfast and hurried back to his room to change
for school. He wanted to be gone before those two came out.
Darien heard the outside door slam as he finally came out of the
bathroom. He really enjoyed a nice hot shower the morning after a
battle to work out any residual stiffness. At his apartment he could
stay in there for hours. The Tsukino house must have a really small
hot water heater; the hot water set on high had barely lasted 15
minutes. Darien slipped on his jeans but was unsuccessful at finding
his shirt. Maybe he could borrow one from Ikuko. Wandering around
town in a jacket without a shirt like some rock star wannabe did not
appeal to the conservative Chiba.
Serena was rudely awakened from her dreams of cocoa lakes and chocolate
cake mountains covered with ice cream. She was dragged from her warm
blankets and deposited on her feet. It was only mitigated by the warm
clean-scented man-flesh plastered against her front. The kisses to her
face and the sensitive places around her ear and neck and the hands
roaming and caressing her backside didn't hurt either. "Good morning,
my lovely Meatball Head. Your mom called you for breakfast about 15
minutes ago. Why don't you get cleaned up, dressed, and go on down."
Darien pulled the towels off his shoulder and draped them over Serena.
She turned and headed down the hall toward the now vacant bath. Darien
made Serena's messy bed and picked up her clothes off the floor,
folding them neatly on the bed. He searched the room again for his
missing shirt and noted that hers had also vanished. Hungry and
determined to at least get a little food before Serena ate everything
in sight, he headed downstairs.
"Oh, there you are Sere-," said Ikuko, stopping as she looked up and
saw who was actually entering the kitchen. "I forgot you were here.
Come to think of it, I don't remember hearing you come in last night."
He grinned and quipped, "Serena let me in her alternate route."
"You mean up the tree and sneaking back in the window, when she wasn't
supposed to be out," she retorted.
"You got it. What's for breakfast? Something smells great," Darien
turned pleading eyes on Serena's mom.
Pausing to look him up and down a bit longer than strictly necessary,
Ikuko's eyes twinkled and she suppressed a giggle, "We generally dress
for meals in this house."
Darien turned on the lazy smile that was something of a trademark from
his days of photo shoots, "My shirt seems to have disappeared between
the time I got up this morning and when I got back to Serena's room
after taking a shower. Can I borrow a tee shirt or something?"
They were interrupted by a loud wail from above, "Mom, there's no hot
water! I wanted to wash my hair!"
"Oops," smirked Darien.
Ikuko dished him a plate of waffles, eggs, and bacon, "Here, you had
better take some while there is still food left."
Another screech come from above, "Mom, somebody stole my top!"
Ikuko sighed and went up to her room to find something for Serena and
Darien to wear. Serena clomped down the stairs followed more quietly
by her mother. "Food! I'm starved." she announced as she piled her
plate high. She gave Darien a dirty look, "Shut-up."
"But I didn't say anything!" he protested with his best innocent
expression.
"Yeah, but you thought it," she snapped back. Serena proceeded to
shovel the food into her mouth at a speed remarkable even for her.
Ikuko laughed, "You're even eating eggs again. I thought they made you
sick."
"Not any more, I guess. Can I have some more?" Serena asked as she
held out her plate for a refill. "Mom, did you put my shirt
somewhere?" she asked.
"No, Darien said his shirt was missing this morning too," Ikuko
answered.
"Sammy, that brat! He's playing some kind of stupid game," she
complained.
"Well he's already gone to school. You'll have to ask him about it
later," said Ikuko. She got up and retrieved the incriminating photo
from the den that Sammy had given her the night before. "I wonder if
the little game he seems to be playing has anything to do with this
photo he took last night." Ikuko tried to hide her smile as she handed
the photo to Serena and quickly covered her ears.
An ear piercing shriek rang out as expected, shattering the relative
quiet. Darien winced and covered his ears reflexively. "Damn it,
Serena! I'd like to keep at least some of my hearing."
Serena had turned bright red. "Sammy is so dead. Darien, look at what
that maggot did," she said as she showed him the photo.
"Hum, embarrassing. He takes a good picture though," said Darien
trying not to laugh at Serena's murderous expression. "I hope you
didn't show this to Kenji," he added with a sly look at Ikuko.
"No, he's not back yet from his trip and I prefer to keep this a
peaceful household. You two can keep it. He doesn't need to know
about your private fantasies. Keep those to yourselves please. By the
way, where ever did you get those costumes anyway? Sammy came running
down here last night convinced that Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask were
actually "making out" in Serena's bedroom."
Serena and Darien exchanged an embarrassed glance. Darien raised an
eyebrow at Serena's nod. "We're going to need her help after the
babies are born. What else would we do if we were both called out?
And she needs to know if something should happen."
"Mom, I don't know quite how to say this. Those aren't exactly
costumes," Serena began. "Show her," she directed Darien.
With a smile and a flourish, he materialized a rose out of the air. In
an easy motion he lightly tossed the rose to Ikuko and transformed.
"Tuxedo Mask, at your service 'Mom'". Gesturing toward Serena he
added, "And may I present Sailor Moon."
Ikuko stared silently. She got up and circled around Tuxedo Mask,
looking him over carefully. As she passed behind him she lifted up the
bottom of his cape and began playing with it absently. He turned
slightly trying to keep her in view. Ikuko brought the photo up and
looked at it closely and then at Darien. He looked imploringly at
Serena. "Talk to her or something and get her to stop. Your mom's
checking out my butt! And she was flirting with me this morning before
you came down," he complained nervously.
Serena only shrugged and giggled, "I guess she's got good taste then."
Ikuko regarded Serena, "All those times you were so tired you could
hardly get out of bed to go to school. All the cuts, scrapes, and
bruises you said you got from falling. It fits. Well, aren't you
going to change too?"
Serena replied, "I really shouldn't; I'm too tired. It takes a lot of
energy to transform. It might even be dangerous while I'm pregnant if
my energy is drained. Last night I had so much extra energy from all
that chocolate I needed to burn it off."
Tuxedo Mask smirked, "She sure did!"
"That's enough. Don't start. I think 'Cape Boy' needs to power down
so we can go home. Thanks for breakfast."
Darien commented, "I don't think I need to say that this needs to stay
quiet."
"Yeah, especially don't tell that rotten little brother of mine, or it
will be all over town," Serena added.
"I'm not even sure I'll tell your father. You know how he worries and
gets spun up over every little thing. This would be off the charts
where he's concerned," Ikuko replied.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Serena came home from school one afternoon, Darien was staring at
the computer. There were receipts and crumpled up papers scattered on
the floor around him. "We need to improve our cash flow," he
announced.
"What?" asked Serena.
"We're spending more money than I'm making," he replied.
"But I haven't been spending THAT much," she protested.
Darien sighed and flopped down on the bed. Putting his hands under his
head, he stared at the ceiling. "It's not that. My investments aren't
paying as many dividends now and I didn't spend all that much when I
was by myself. It just costs more for two of us and soon there will be
four. I'm already working as many hours as I can with school."
"Do you want me to get a job instead of go to school?" Serena asked.
"No, you need to finish school. You shouldn't even have to think of
working in your condition anyway," he replied.
"I hate the idea of going back into 'show business', but we need the
money." Seeming to change the subject, "Your American 'admirer' from
Hawaii called."
"What?" she asked as a puzzled frown formed on her face.
"That guy who thought you should be in commercials called me this
morning. I made up a bio for you, scanned in some photos, threw
together a portfolio and e-mailed it to their company. They want
'Rapunzel to let down her hair'."
"Darien, just say what you mean and quit trying to tease me," Serena
snapped. He was being so irritating.
"They want you to do the Rapunzel fairy tale shampoo commercial. Me
too," he grinned.
Serena squealed, "I get to be on TV!"
Darien cautioned, "It's not all that much fun. It's hard work. You
know how we get mobbed in senshi form when the crowds see us. If it
gets popular, we'll have to put up with that all the time. The nosey
press and people stalking you to take pictures all the time."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
All the girls (and Melvin) gathered outside the school under the trees
at lunch. "Oh Mina, it was so much fun. I loved having them do my
hair and makeup and all the photos. The dress I wore was a long pink
satin princess gown with lots of trim and jewels. All Mr. Stick in the
Mud did was complain. 'Too many takes. I hate wearing tights.'
Whine, whine, whine. One thing was funny. He kept trying to pull down
his tunic and saying it was too short. He said it was like a ballet
costume and then pretended to be a ballerina and danced around the set
on his toes. He can be such a clown sometimes, but you'd never know
it from the way he acts most of the time. He didn't know it, but the
camera guy got the whole thing on film. He likes to do bloopers and
funny outtakes and said he'd do a tape for me." Serena told everyone
about the commercial she and Darien had filmed that Saturday.
"You'll have to show that a party sometime. Don't tell Darien and
spoil the surprise," Lita remarked.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Serena, they want us to do another commercial. The people who screen
the rough cuts liked what we did on the last one. The shoot will be
next weekend. They're going to use them both during the sumo
championships on TV. That will get us lots of exposure. The next one
will be even more money than the first one," gloated Darien.
What Darien didn't add though was the KIND of commercial they would be
doing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Darien's view on that experience is a subplot in "The Last Letter"
located at:
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=521861