The Dream of Becoming
Part 3
By Minako-chan
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Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.
Author's Notes: I should really be studying. Really. Honest to God I should
be! Okay fine if you insist, I'll just stay here and keep on blabbering. And
continue with my mumbo jumbo. Okay on with the story. (I think that was the
most pointless author's notes I've ever written)
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Serena stirred her hot chocolate with her spoon, unaware of the glances that
guys around her age were casting at her. Being a blonde beauty, it was hard
for Serena to go out without being noticed. Her long, golden hair flowed
down to her feet, barely touching the floor, her ocean blue eyes reflecting
the tranquility of the sky, her slim figure resting in the arm chair comfort-
ably. However, she was not smiling. The light in her eyes was simply not
there that day.
How could she smile when someone else in this city was suffering from so much
pain? How could she possibly allow herself to have happy thoughts when all
this man could do was to hold onto the memories of his lost love?
She stared at her bookbag. A corner of the journal stuck out, and she stared
at it, wondering what she would feel if she were to be in this man's shoes.
Darien Chiba. Such a compassionate, emotional man. Mentally she wondered
what he looked like and what it would feel like to be loved by someone as
seemingly perfect as him.
A young man around her age stepped inside the coffee house and made his way
toward the couch opposite of Serena's arm chair. She was too busy with her
own thoughts that she had not noticed the man she was thinking about was
sitting directly across from her. She kept on stirring her drink absent-
mindedly, while she rested her cheek against the palm of her hand, with an
adorable pout on her face.
Darien could not help but smile. What a pretty picture this girl made. Then
suddenly he had a flashback of when he first met his first love. She had sat
the same way as this girl across from him, twirling her straw in a chocolate
milkshake, with the same pout on her face.
Suddenly, Darien blinked, and he saw his lost love smiling at him. The same
warmth as before, full of life and full of love for him. He blinked again,
and the picture was replaced with this young girl. He rubbed his temples,
and began to realize that he had seen this girl from somewhere before.
'Oh yes, the girl on the balcony this morning.' He thought to himself.
Serena looked up then, as if on cue, and made eye contact with Darien for a
very brief moment. Her eyes focused on his, and Serena felt dizzy, for she
felt like she was being drowned into two deep oceans. Never in her life had
she seen such sadness. She never knew so much sadness could be contained
in only one person. Darien looked at her eyes intensely, and for once since
his love had passed on, he saw sympathy, love, care, rushes of all kinds
of different emotions, simply from two eyes of a stranger.
Darien's lips parted, and he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his eyes
leaving Serena's, and looked toward the direction of her bookbag, which was
lying by her small feet. Serena snapped out of her trance, checked her watch,
and began to gather her things, as she fumbled in her bookbag for her wallet.
A familiar brown cover struck Darien's eye; but before he could react, Serena
had cast him a final glance with a radiant smile, and she was out of the
door, throwing a few coins on the table by her almost-untouched drink.
As if he were frozen, Darien could do nothing but to stare at the storm of
dust that she had created from running so fast, and realized that he really
did recognize that brown notebook. Could it be? Could she be the one who
had taken his memories? Getting up quickly, he rushed outside and looked
all around him. People were everywhere. Cars were rushing through stop-
lights, bikers were going side by side with cars, couples were walking
hand in hand, people were just rushing to get to their destinations. It
was impossible to find a petite blonde in a busy city at a busy time like
lunch.
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Serena ran toward the temple with speed of lightning, and was greeted by four
impatient girls.
"So you're late again, Meatball Head." Rei tapped her foot on the grass.
Serena stuck out her tongue. "Well I just got carried away at the coffee
shop that's all. Sheesh. Cool your jets, Pyro."
Rei glared at her while steam seemed to be coming out of her ears. Amy
cleared her throat, trying to get everyone's attention, since the rest of
the group, Mina and Lita, were enjoying the little quarrel.
"Hmm guys? Can we get a move on and do what we were set out to do the first
place?" Amy suggested.
"Well, it's a TAD late for lunch, since some Meatball brains was late again."
Rei snapped and looked at Serena, who tried to look innocent by digging
her toes into the grass and twirling strands of hair with her fingers.
"Hey, I said I was sorry, okay?" Serena yelled, and Rei was about to strangle
Serena just as Mina's voice cut in.
"Hey, Serena, what's that?" She asked.
"Could it be...oh God! Could it be a book? Serena actually READS? Oh my!"
Lita joked and pretended to faint.
Serena shot them an angry look.
"It's just a journal that I found at the library. A man left it behind, and
Jon, the young librarian," Serena was interrupted by Lita's dreamy sigh, "as
I was saying...Jon said that I should keep it until next week because no one
ever goes to look for lost property in the lost and found, so I might as
well keep it for this man."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute...you lost me after you said you found it in
the library. You actually GO to the library?" Rei pretended to faint, as
Lita smirked beside her.
"Okay, you asked, so I told. Why does everyone have to be so meeeeeeean?"
Serena began her infamous deafening wailing. And so, the group seemed to
have forgotten all about their questions about this mysterious journal, and
began their daily gossip session.
Meanwhile, Darien was walking down the streets with his hands deep in his
trousers pockets. His heavy feet kicked at some pebbles on the sidewalk
as he approached a temple. His mind wandered back to his journal, the
mysterious stranger who held it, and he wondered if it was really worth all
the pain and trouble to find it again, just to have a piece of the past.
Or was destiny telling him to move on? Just then, an angelic laugh filled
the air, interrupting Darien's thoughts and causing him to smile. He paused
for a while at the bottom of the staircase that led to the temple, looked up
at the shining sun, and the melodic laugh sounded faint, as if it were being
carried into the wind. Smiling once more, Darien walked up the stairs in a
leisurely manner, while hoping that this day the gods would give him a sign.
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TO BE CONTINUED
You can e-mail me at cupid_teacup@hotmail.com!
Part 3
By Minako-chan
----------------------
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.
Author's Notes: I should really be studying. Really. Honest to God I should
be! Okay fine if you insist, I'll just stay here and keep on blabbering. And
continue with my mumbo jumbo. Okay on with the story. (I think that was the
most pointless author's notes I've ever written)
----------------------
Serena stirred her hot chocolate with her spoon, unaware of the glances that
guys around her age were casting at her. Being a blonde beauty, it was hard
for Serena to go out without being noticed. Her long, golden hair flowed
down to her feet, barely touching the floor, her ocean blue eyes reflecting
the tranquility of the sky, her slim figure resting in the arm chair comfort-
ably. However, she was not smiling. The light in her eyes was simply not
there that day.
How could she smile when someone else in this city was suffering from so much
pain? How could she possibly allow herself to have happy thoughts when all
this man could do was to hold onto the memories of his lost love?
She stared at her bookbag. A corner of the journal stuck out, and she stared
at it, wondering what she would feel if she were to be in this man's shoes.
Darien Chiba. Such a compassionate, emotional man. Mentally she wondered
what he looked like and what it would feel like to be loved by someone as
seemingly perfect as him.
A young man around her age stepped inside the coffee house and made his way
toward the couch opposite of Serena's arm chair. She was too busy with her
own thoughts that she had not noticed the man she was thinking about was
sitting directly across from her. She kept on stirring her drink absent-
mindedly, while she rested her cheek against the palm of her hand, with an
adorable pout on her face.
Darien could not help but smile. What a pretty picture this girl made. Then
suddenly he had a flashback of when he first met his first love. She had sat
the same way as this girl across from him, twirling her straw in a chocolate
milkshake, with the same pout on her face.
Suddenly, Darien blinked, and he saw his lost love smiling at him. The same
warmth as before, full of life and full of love for him. He blinked again,
and the picture was replaced with this young girl. He rubbed his temples,
and began to realize that he had seen this girl from somewhere before.
'Oh yes, the girl on the balcony this morning.' He thought to himself.
Serena looked up then, as if on cue, and made eye contact with Darien for a
very brief moment. Her eyes focused on his, and Serena felt dizzy, for she
felt like she was being drowned into two deep oceans. Never in her life had
she seen such sadness. She never knew so much sadness could be contained
in only one person. Darien looked at her eyes intensely, and for once since
his love had passed on, he saw sympathy, love, care, rushes of all kinds
of different emotions, simply from two eyes of a stranger.
Darien's lips parted, and he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his eyes
leaving Serena's, and looked toward the direction of her bookbag, which was
lying by her small feet. Serena snapped out of her trance, checked her watch,
and began to gather her things, as she fumbled in her bookbag for her wallet.
A familiar brown cover struck Darien's eye; but before he could react, Serena
had cast him a final glance with a radiant smile, and she was out of the
door, throwing a few coins on the table by her almost-untouched drink.
As if he were frozen, Darien could do nothing but to stare at the storm of
dust that she had created from running so fast, and realized that he really
did recognize that brown notebook. Could it be? Could she be the one who
had taken his memories? Getting up quickly, he rushed outside and looked
all around him. People were everywhere. Cars were rushing through stop-
lights, bikers were going side by side with cars, couples were walking
hand in hand, people were just rushing to get to their destinations. It
was impossible to find a petite blonde in a busy city at a busy time like
lunch.
----------------------------
Serena ran toward the temple with speed of lightning, and was greeted by four
impatient girls.
"So you're late again, Meatball Head." Rei tapped her foot on the grass.
Serena stuck out her tongue. "Well I just got carried away at the coffee
shop that's all. Sheesh. Cool your jets, Pyro."
Rei glared at her while steam seemed to be coming out of her ears. Amy
cleared her throat, trying to get everyone's attention, since the rest of
the group, Mina and Lita, were enjoying the little quarrel.
"Hmm guys? Can we get a move on and do what we were set out to do the first
place?" Amy suggested.
"Well, it's a TAD late for lunch, since some Meatball brains was late again."
Rei snapped and looked at Serena, who tried to look innocent by digging
her toes into the grass and twirling strands of hair with her fingers.
"Hey, I said I was sorry, okay?" Serena yelled, and Rei was about to strangle
Serena just as Mina's voice cut in.
"Hey, Serena, what's that?" She asked.
"Could it be...oh God! Could it be a book? Serena actually READS? Oh my!"
Lita joked and pretended to faint.
Serena shot them an angry look.
"It's just a journal that I found at the library. A man left it behind, and
Jon, the young librarian," Serena was interrupted by Lita's dreamy sigh, "as
I was saying...Jon said that I should keep it until next week because no one
ever goes to look for lost property in the lost and found, so I might as
well keep it for this man."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute...you lost me after you said you found it in
the library. You actually GO to the library?" Rei pretended to faint, as
Lita smirked beside her.
"Okay, you asked, so I told. Why does everyone have to be so meeeeeeean?"
Serena began her infamous deafening wailing. And so, the group seemed to
have forgotten all about their questions about this mysterious journal, and
began their daily gossip session.
Meanwhile, Darien was walking down the streets with his hands deep in his
trousers pockets. His heavy feet kicked at some pebbles on the sidewalk
as he approached a temple. His mind wandered back to his journal, the
mysterious stranger who held it, and he wondered if it was really worth all
the pain and trouble to find it again, just to have a piece of the past.
Or was destiny telling him to move on? Just then, an angelic laugh filled
the air, interrupting Darien's thoughts and causing him to smile. He paused
for a while at the bottom of the staircase that led to the temple, looked up
at the shining sun, and the melodic laugh sounded faint, as if it were being
carried into the wind. Smiling once more, Darien walked up the stairs in a
leisurely manner, while hoping that this day the gods would give him a sign.
---------------------
TO BE CONTINUED
You can e-mail me at cupid_teacup@hotmail.com!