Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and characters do not belong to me, but since they
ignored Darien so much, I get to play with him.
Dreams and Destinies:
(A scene) One other thing they shared was a preference for coffee. They frequently went to a nearby café after training to talk.
"Peter, I've been wondering something," Darien started, "your tattoos are rather unusual. Is there a special significance about them?" He immediately sensed a difference in Peter's attitude. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "perhaps I shouldn't have asked."
"No, Darien, it's alright. It's just something I'm not used to yet." he answered.
"What's that?" he asked curiously.
"That I'm a priest. They're the marks of being a Shaolin priest, like my father, my grandfather, and his father. It's a family tradition or perhaps a destiny."
"Really? How's that? I thought you were an orphan." Darien was interested.
"I was. My mother died when I was a baby. My father raised me in a temple in Northern California. It burned down when I was twelve. I was told my father died that night." Peter said, remembering.
"Did he?"
"No." he replied, smiling, "We found each other about five years ago in San Francisco. At the time, I was a police detective."
"Why didn't he find you before? Wasn't he looking for you?"
Peter answered, shaking his head. "He'd been shown a grave and told it was mine. He spent fifteen years wandering in grief. I don't think he spent six months in any one place until he came to San Francisco."
Darien was amazed at the story. "How did you feel about it, seeing your father again?"
"Glad, angry, resentful. It took a long time to work it out. I started training with him again, and sometimes he would help me on my cases. He could tell when I was in trouble, know what I mean?" he asked rhetorically.
"Yes, I know." Darien said seriously. "Why are you a priest instead of a policeman, and why are you in Tokyo?"
"I became a cop, a policeman, because my foster father was one and I wanted to be one of the good guys, to help people. When my father showed up, and the more I trained with him, the more frustrated I got about really helping people. After a while, I realized that being a priest was the right thing for me. And as for Tokyo, I felt called here. There is something I need to do here." He gave the younger man a sharp look. "Maybe it's to help fight the monsters here. Or maybe it's to help you, Darien."
He had been intrigued by the story the other man told him, but the final words startled him. "Help me?"
"I can tell you are not an ordinary kid. Something is bothering you and I would like to help." offered Peter.
He sat quietly drinking his coffee and thinking. *I need to talk to someone about my problems. Despite the confidence I project to others, I have been lost and confused this last year; indeed, most of my life. The girls have Luna and Artemis to advise them and I have envied that. Andrew is a great guy, but I don't think he would understand my problems, he's too normal. I think…I think Sensei Caine is someone I can confide in, at least some of my problems, the one that is bothering me most.*
"Sensei Caine," he addressed him formally, "Do you think we should believe our dreams?"
"Yes, dreams can be an important guiding force." He said, adopting the mentor's role. "Have you been having dreams that bother you?"
"I have a girlfriend, Serena, that I love very much. I have been having dreams- nightmares really- almost every night about her," he said with difficulty.
*Girlfriend, nightmares? This was not what he had been expecting,* Peter thought. *Still, there was a great importance to it, and hadn't he had problems with girls and dreams himself? How much worse for a teenager with no one to talk to. Darien was the type to keep things to himself. This is just the tip of the iceberg, there is a lot more to this young man.* "What is happening in these dreams that makes them nightmares?" he asked confidingly.
"We are getting married, then she is caught in an explosion and a voice is tell me I need to stay away from her or she will be hurt. So I have been, I broke up with her." He told with despair.
"Do you have reason to believe something like this could happen to her?" Peter asked. *This is an odd situation.*
"Yes. We've had some bad experiences this last year," he said. "And I've had other dreams, visions that have come true."
"Did you explain this to your girlfriend?"
"No, I couldn't. She wouldn't have taken it seriously."
"You broke up with the girl you love without explanation? It must have hurt you both." He said sympathetically. "Have you seen her since?"
"Yeah, it hurts. It hurts a lot. Sometimes I have to see her. I'm sorry, Peter, I don't think talking about it is helping." He stood and started to leave.
"Wait, Darien." The older man reached out and laid a hand on his arm, stopping him. "Are you sure you understand the meaning of your dream?"
The young man turned and looked at him uncomprehendingly. "What?"
"What is the real meaning of your dream? What is your fear?"
"My fear?" he sat back down. "I'm afraid she will get hurt because of me."
"What else?" Peter continued.
"I'm…I'm afraid of losing her."
"Haven't you hurt her, aren't you losing her?" the priest asked relentlessly.
Darien put his head in his hands in despair. "I…what else can I do?"
"Face your fear," reiterating generations of echoes, "Did your dream tell you to stop loving her?"
"No, no it didn't." He looked up in realization, hope dawning in his heart.
"Think about what your dream is really telling you," Peter said warmly, "and talk to your girlfriend."
"I will. Thank you, Sensei."
Darien went home in a thoughtful mood and found Rini asleep by his door.
AN: Hello people, wake up, review! What are the dreams really telling him? Thank you Venus Smurf for reading and reviewing my other stories.
Dreams and Destinies:
(A scene) One other thing they shared was a preference for coffee. They frequently went to a nearby café after training to talk.
"Peter, I've been wondering something," Darien started, "your tattoos are rather unusual. Is there a special significance about them?" He immediately sensed a difference in Peter's attitude. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "perhaps I shouldn't have asked."
"No, Darien, it's alright. It's just something I'm not used to yet." he answered.
"What's that?" he asked curiously.
"That I'm a priest. They're the marks of being a Shaolin priest, like my father, my grandfather, and his father. It's a family tradition or perhaps a destiny."
"Really? How's that? I thought you were an orphan." Darien was interested.
"I was. My mother died when I was a baby. My father raised me in a temple in Northern California. It burned down when I was twelve. I was told my father died that night." Peter said, remembering.
"Did he?"
"No." he replied, smiling, "We found each other about five years ago in San Francisco. At the time, I was a police detective."
"Why didn't he find you before? Wasn't he looking for you?"
Peter answered, shaking his head. "He'd been shown a grave and told it was mine. He spent fifteen years wandering in grief. I don't think he spent six months in any one place until he came to San Francisco."
Darien was amazed at the story. "How did you feel about it, seeing your father again?"
"Glad, angry, resentful. It took a long time to work it out. I started training with him again, and sometimes he would help me on my cases. He could tell when I was in trouble, know what I mean?" he asked rhetorically.
"Yes, I know." Darien said seriously. "Why are you a priest instead of a policeman, and why are you in Tokyo?"
"I became a cop, a policeman, because my foster father was one and I wanted to be one of the good guys, to help people. When my father showed up, and the more I trained with him, the more frustrated I got about really helping people. After a while, I realized that being a priest was the right thing for me. And as for Tokyo, I felt called here. There is something I need to do here." He gave the younger man a sharp look. "Maybe it's to help fight the monsters here. Or maybe it's to help you, Darien."
He had been intrigued by the story the other man told him, but the final words startled him. "Help me?"
"I can tell you are not an ordinary kid. Something is bothering you and I would like to help." offered Peter.
He sat quietly drinking his coffee and thinking. *I need to talk to someone about my problems. Despite the confidence I project to others, I have been lost and confused this last year; indeed, most of my life. The girls have Luna and Artemis to advise them and I have envied that. Andrew is a great guy, but I don't think he would understand my problems, he's too normal. I think…I think Sensei Caine is someone I can confide in, at least some of my problems, the one that is bothering me most.*
"Sensei Caine," he addressed him formally, "Do you think we should believe our dreams?"
"Yes, dreams can be an important guiding force." He said, adopting the mentor's role. "Have you been having dreams that bother you?"
"I have a girlfriend, Serena, that I love very much. I have been having dreams- nightmares really- almost every night about her," he said with difficulty.
*Girlfriend, nightmares? This was not what he had been expecting,* Peter thought. *Still, there was a great importance to it, and hadn't he had problems with girls and dreams himself? How much worse for a teenager with no one to talk to. Darien was the type to keep things to himself. This is just the tip of the iceberg, there is a lot more to this young man.* "What is happening in these dreams that makes them nightmares?" he asked confidingly.
"We are getting married, then she is caught in an explosion and a voice is tell me I need to stay away from her or she will be hurt. So I have been, I broke up with her." He told with despair.
"Do you have reason to believe something like this could happen to her?" Peter asked. *This is an odd situation.*
"Yes. We've had some bad experiences this last year," he said. "And I've had other dreams, visions that have come true."
"Did you explain this to your girlfriend?"
"No, I couldn't. She wouldn't have taken it seriously."
"You broke up with the girl you love without explanation? It must have hurt you both." He said sympathetically. "Have you seen her since?"
"Yeah, it hurts. It hurts a lot. Sometimes I have to see her. I'm sorry, Peter, I don't think talking about it is helping." He stood and started to leave.
"Wait, Darien." The older man reached out and laid a hand on his arm, stopping him. "Are you sure you understand the meaning of your dream?"
The young man turned and looked at him uncomprehendingly. "What?"
"What is the real meaning of your dream? What is your fear?"
"My fear?" he sat back down. "I'm afraid she will get hurt because of me."
"What else?" Peter continued.
"I'm…I'm afraid of losing her."
"Haven't you hurt her, aren't you losing her?" the priest asked relentlessly.
Darien put his head in his hands in despair. "I…what else can I do?"
"Face your fear," reiterating generations of echoes, "Did your dream tell you to stop loving her?"
"No, no it didn't." He looked up in realization, hope dawning in his heart.
"Think about what your dream is really telling you," Peter said warmly, "and talk to your girlfriend."
"I will. Thank you, Sensei."
Darien went home in a thoughtful mood and found Rini asleep by his door.
AN: Hello people, wake up, review! What are the dreams really telling him? Thank you Venus Smurf for reading and reviewing my other stories.