Author's Notes:
Hi, well I wondered if any of you were confused
reading this story. This is an
Alternative Universe with the characters of Sailor Moon. There is no Sailor Moon, Sailor Senshi, or
Moon Princess in this story. Also, the familiar Senshi that you know and love
might not be so recognizable when you see them in this story. The only two people who retain their names
are Usagi as Serena (remember, they are living in American and in this story,
Serena is of American descent) and Mamoru. Can you recognize Faye and Sahara as
anyone? See if you can guess who they
are supposed to be. Also, could you
please leave me some reviews? I'm very
praise hungry…^_~
Also, I do want to thank the 2 people who did
review for me…if you like, would you like to be in my story? Send me an email and we will work something
out, ne? This offer is for "Jordan" and "Anime Sister". And Anime Sister…do you really want to know
if you're right or not? ^_^
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Chapter 3- It's Showtime
By: Hime
Email me at: hime@alloymail.com
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"We are the girls, we are the girl's, we are the girl's of
rock 'n roll!"
-The Chippette's
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Serena rushed through the glass door Silvermoon's at
exactly 1:47p.m. making her 17 minutes late.
"You're late." Sahra accused Serena. The upset wereleopard stepped out from
behind the counter; hand's on her jean-clad hips and glowered at her friend.
"I've got a date." Serena announced calmly. Two seconds passed, then suddenly Sahra and
Serena clasped hands and jumped up and down.
"Is this a two person thing or can anyone jump in?"
Serena turned to Faye and told the girl, "I've got a
date!"
"That's great. I
haven't seen you date in the two years I've lived with you…what's his name?"
Serena's smile started to slip. "Mamoru."
"Mamoru what?"
"Um, I only caught Mamoru."
Faye frowned. "What does he do for a living?"
"Ah, I know he's not a cop."
"Do you know anything about him at all?" Faye asked,
exasperated.
"He might have a dog or he might not."
"You're starting to sound like Sahra!"
Sahra looked up from her nails and said, "Yes?"
Faye rolled her eyes. "You don't know anything at all about him, yet you agreed to have dinner
with him? Are you crazy!"
"Crazy like a fox." Sahra said, looking at both of
them. When they only looked back at
her, Sahra smiled and looked down at her nails again.
"When was the last time you've went on a date
anyway? Faye demanded.
Serena pouted and said, "College. Look, I'm an adult. I can take care of myself."
"You know how much jerks there are out there. This is New York City! I meet them everyday!"
"You go out looking for them. That's who you eat!"
"People are watching you know," Sahra said, "there also
leaving. Anyway, Serena can't go on a
date tonight."
Faye smiled superiorly. "See, Sahra agrees with me."
"No, I don't." Sahra said, "We have a gig tonight."
Serena smacked herself on the forehead. "I forgot. When is it?"
"Eight at the Firetrap."
Serena brightened. "I'll meet him at seven and then bring him along."
"You're actually going to let someone you know watch
you?" Faye asked curiously. As long as the three of them had been in a
band, Serena had been embarrassed about it. She didn't even let her family know she was in a band. A year ago, when the band that Sahra was
in, went defunct, she had begged Serena and Faye to perform with her. All
she needed was exposure and then she could join up with another group. But here they were, doing another
performance together. 'We were
conned.' Faye had thought to herself after the year had past.
"I'm not good?" Serena asked nervously.
Sahra said to her best friend, "You're great! I would never have asked you to perform if
you weren't." Serena gave Sahra a hug
and gave a look to Faye as if saying, "See, at least she thinks I'm good." Faye rolled her eyes again.
"I'm just worried about you. Like how you worry about me. Please don't take it the wrong way." Faye pleaded with the golden haired girl.
Serena reached out for Faye and pulled her into a hug
with Sahra in the middle. For a moment
or two, the three young women swayed together in the quiet shop.
"Heh heh heh…I always knew witches were lesbians."
The three broke apart and looked at the man in front of
them. Altogether they gave him a sultry
look and slithered their way to him. Serena stood in front of the young man, hands on his black shirt that
read, "Cat: The other white meat". Her
hands hovered over the word 'meat', before placing them right on his scrawny
chest. She looked up at him under her
lashes, and whispered softly, "Well only when we don't have the company of a
strong, virile man."
"Oh yes," Sahra purred into his left ear, her warm breath
made him shiver. "It's been ever so
long and you look perrrrrfect."
Hands wrapped around his front from the back and Faye
began to pet Serena's long hair. Faye
then started to caress his chest and then moved to his back. By now the guy was groaning. Faye massaged his shoulder blades, ran her
thumbs down his spine before reaching the waistband of his pants. Feeling around, she grabbed the hem of his
white underwear and with a big grin, pulled it up as hard as she could. With her vampire-strength, she managed to
give him a world-class wedgie.
"AHHHHHHHH! He
screamed and jumped away from the three. They all laughed and hooted as he hopped out of the store, trying to dig
out what should not have been pulled into in the first place.
"That was the best." Sahra wheezed out, bending over and
holding her stomach. "We haven't done
that in a while. I wonder if those
jerks tell their friends about us?"
"Speaking of jerks," Faye continued, as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened, "can't
you see why I don't want you going out with some guy you don't even know?"
"Okay, okay. Why
don't you two meet him at the apartment with me. If he doesn't cross the threshold, then that means he's bad. But if he does, you have to shut-up and let
me live me life."
"That sounds great. I get to meet your new boyfriend." Sahra grinned.
"He's not my new boyfriend," Serena protested, and then
mumbled, "at least not yet."
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Serena stood center stage, in front of the plain
microphone stand in front of her. She
glittered in the spotlight, the light catching the glitter on her white tank
top and the glitter applied on her shoulders and arms. The black of her short skirt contrasted to her
porcelain-hued legs, which made them look much longer then usual. Her long hair was in a thick braid, hanging
down her back. Her head was bowed a bit;
her long bangs hiding her eyes and when she looked up at the audience, those
blue sapphires were filled with tears. Her
hands were wrapped around the mike as she leaned forward to sing:
"I can't blame the rain,
for all of this pain.
No, I can't blame the rain…
But I can blame…you…"
As Serena's
voice trailed off, her eyes closed once more and Sahra started her drum solo,
the vibrations filled the air as she savagely pounded her most prize possession. The lights on stage picked up her pink
highlight and glittered off of the sheen of sweat on her shoulders, bared by a
leopard skin halter-top. On the eighth
count, Faye began to play along on her lead guitar, eyes closed as she jammed
along. Her black hair swirled around
her, playing peek-a-boo with the skin shown by her black, strapless mini-dress.
Soon, Serena opened her eyes and in
them was an explosion of feeling. She opened
her ruby-stained lips and began to sing about how that guy would
never win, would never break her heart forever. As she sang, the clubbers danced in the crowded area, gyrating
to the sound, to the feeling.
Off to the side, Mamoru smiled at the singer on stage. Who knew that the girl he had made blush that afternoon was now telling her ex-lover to pack up and leave--she had better things to do then baby-sit him. He brought his drink up to his lips and almost choked when he saw her making eyes at some other guy dancing close to the stage. He knew that was part of the song, part of the concert, but he still felt a surge of raw anger that someone—some other male was making eyes at his—his—was she his? That thought calmed his fire and he again took a sip of his drink. 'So fast and furious—is this what mom meant when she told me about her and dad?' He watched as Serena seductively danced with the microphone stand as she sang about needing someone who could light a fire that even the rain could not put out. The music began to linger over chords, the beat not so wild. Serena began on her last verse, singing about searching for the one she would truly love, when she looked straight at him, and Mamoru felt something connect with her—a longing, a feeling, a love? Her last note died on her lips, her eyes still locked with his. Her friend, Faye, nudged her with her hips, causing Serena to break the spell and look at her band mate. They smiled at each other and they turned to the audience to smile at them. That had been their last song of the night.
The
audience went wild in applause; whistles and shouts filled the space and the
announcer was booed at when he rushed on stage. He smiled though, ruefully. He knew why they booed: his appearance meant the end of the show. He went to the front of the stage and Serena
graciously passed her microphone to him. Taking it, he began to speak.
"And
that was Children of the Night! Show them
how much we love them here!" The crowd
responded in full force, shouting out Serena's, Faye's, and Sahra's nick names:
Moon Child, Dark Child, and Wild Child. Serena brushed stray pieces of hair away from her face and waved to the
crowd. Faye tacked on a polite smile,
though she hated her stupid nickname—hated nicknames to begin with. And Sahra stood up behind her drums and
waved her hands over her head, loving everything. The three ran off stage as soon as they could and soon, the d.j.
began to spin a local favorite dance tune. The audience then turned toward each other and began to match themselves
up without any trouble.
Serena
searched the crowd for her date. They
hadn't met up at her apartment actually. He called around six saying there was an emergency he had to look after
and wanted to know if they could meet somewhere in the city later on. Serena didn't know whether to feel let down
that he wouldn't be able to pass the threshold test or happy that she didn't have
to introduce him to Faye and Sahra. She
knew one of them would say something embarrassing, though which one, she wasn't
sure of.
Jumping
up and down wasn't easy in her 4-inch heels, but she managed to spot him before
breaking one of them. Quickly she made
her way toward him and wasn't surprised when Faye and Sahra followed her
without saying a word. She gave them
one look over her shoulder, which said plainly, "Behave." Which they answered
with a look "We will." When she turned
her head forward once more, Faye and Sahra shared a look of their own, "We'll
behave if he does."
The trio finally reached him and he gave a huge smile to
Serena. He reached out and pulled her
toward him, he's 5'11" frame towering over her slim stature. He raven-hair contrasted with her golden
locks, as bent his head toward her lips as she began to talk to him, asking him
if he enjoyed the show. Smiling, he
told her that as long as he was watching her he was happy. Faye and Sahra shared a look and a raised
eyebrow. Having Vampire and
wereleopard hearing was a big advantage in the noisy room. Sahra then stuck her pointer finger in her
mouth and made gagging motions when Serena turned to introduce them to Mamoru,
whose last name she found out was Shields.
Serena's face was red, from embarrassment or anger she
wasn't sure which. Sahra was so shocked
at being caught doing what she was doing, that she froze like that. Faye slapped her hand to her forehead in
disbelief. It was Mamoru's laughter
that broke the tension.
"I bet you're Sahara." He said, holding his hand out
toward the wereleopard. The hand that
had been at her mouth, was now behind her head in embarrassment. She nodded and then grinned at him. She returned his handshake heartily and only
when he gave a slight wince, did she let go. He then turned to Faye and said, "Nice to meet you." Faye looked at his outstretched hand and
then back to Serena's urging face. She
sighed and took it within hers, his palm cool and slightly rough. She made sure not to hurt him and let go as
soon as it was polite. Serena beamed a
smile her way.
"This is Ma-" she began to speak, when interrupted by the
tall man beside her.
"My name is Darien Shields." He smiled again. From
his side, Serena's face went confused as did her friends.
"Serena called you Mamoru," Sahra said and then asked, "Did
your emergency have anything to do with you changing your name?"
Everyone blinked. Serena then pulled him aside. "You
told me you're name was Mamoru!" She
hissed to him. "What are you trying to pull?"
He smiled down at her. "I'm sorry but my name really is Darien Mamoru Shields. It's just that only those close to me call
me Mamoru." If it weren't for the dark
lighting in the club, you would have been able to see his slight blush at his
confession. Serena's face softened and
then turned red as she processed what she just heard. She glanced down at the floor and then over to her friends. They nodded, having heard what he had said
to her. Faye almost smiled before
stopping herself and Sahra wanted to do the gagging motion again but common
sense told her that this wouldn't be a good time to do it.
Turning back to her friends, Serena announced to them as
if they never heard what had transpired between her and Mamoru, "Call him
Darien."
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Omigoddess…it's 4:17 in
the morning and I have a dentist appointment at 10:30. I hope you guys appreciate this chapter!
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Sorry Anime Sister, I
haven't answered your question yet…oh well there is more to meet's the eyes to
Darien Mamoru Shields…but that part of the story will have to wait until later…ja
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