4 Things I Hate About You
(Chapter 7)
By: Lady of Silver
Lady_of_Silver@usagiandmamoru.com
Standard disclaimor applies! I do not own Sailor Moon, though I wish I did!
Thanx again to all of you who've filled out reviews. I luv you guyz and appreciate the time you take to read my story. I'm starting another one soon, but I'll let you know more about that when it's released.
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The three weeks that went by were three weeks of misery for
Serenity. Her head hurt, her throat was burned and scratchy, and
her body ached all over. She recovered and was soon able to
trade insults with Darien again and run around the house and its
large grounds. Although she hadn't been here but only a few
times before they were married, she was determined to know the
grounds like the back of her hand. She never really realized
that Darien seemed to follow her when she went about in the late
morning or early afternoon. He was always there watching her.
One night, when they were sitting in the library/den, they heard
the sound of horses hooves aproaching. It was just after dark,
about eight o'clock or so. Serenity looked up from her book, and
Darien rose from his chair. Going to the window he pulled back
the dark green velvet curtains. His eyes narrowed and when
Serenity came beside him, he closed the curtains.
"What's going on?" she asked, parting the curtains slightly.
He pulled her away from the window and out of the room.
"Serenity, I want you to go upstairs." he said as he led her
towards the staircase. She tugged on his arm, whose hand held
her elbow tightly.
"B-but why? Are we having some guests?" she asked puzzled. He
turned to her, fire in his eyes.
"Not the kind of guests I want you to be around. Go upstairs
and up to bed." he scooted her up the stairs.
"B-but.." she stuttered.
"Go!" he gave her one last scoot, before finally sweeping her
into his arms and carrying her up the staircase, taking the
steps three at a time.
'I wonder what he's so nervous about.' Serenity's thoughts
drifted back to the past week, when the same episode had
occured. He had rushed her up to their room, and locked her in,
much to her surprise. This time though, he tossed her onto the
bed, and ran out of the room, locking the door behind himself.
She rolled onto her back and sighed, stretching out over the
bed. She heard the front door open, and a few laughs. None of
which, she recognized, belonged to Darien. She fiddled with her
hair for awhile, thinking about Darien.
"I've been so terrible to him. I always catch him looking at
me weirdly at dinner. It's like he's-"she stopped herself before
she could finish.
Suddenly, she had an idea. Pulling out a hair pen, she crept
quietly to the door, and began to pick the lock. After about ten
minutes, she succeeded in unlocking it. The latch clicked, and
she eased the door open, silently slipping out into the hall.
Stepping as lightly as possible, she avoided the creaky
floorboards and the slid slowly down the banister of the stairs,
for they groaned when stepped on most of the time. Soundlessly,
she aproached the sitting room, and peeked in from behind the
entry-way curtains. Two men sat, lounging on the sofas. She
released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her
throat closed up as she examined their attire. They both wore
all black, except for one thing. On their arms, they bore the
same blue scarf that Robert had once wore. Darien seemed to be
deep in thought as the two carried on about something. Serenity
smoothed out her skirt and walked into the room. Darien's head
shot up at the sound of her shoe heels tapping the wood
flooring. His stormy blue eyes sent warning of the fury that was
later to come toward her, but she ignored it.
"Darien, I didn't know you were having guests." she smiled
uneasily at the two men. They looked rather shocked by her
presence.
"Endymoin, you're going soft on us?" asked one, a queer look
on his face. Serenity was confused. She sent a questioning look
towards Darien. He shook his head.
"Jason, Marc, I'd like you to meet Serenity,"he wrapped an
arm around Serenity's waist,"my wife."
"A wife?! Now I know why you haven't been down to Mary's
lately." remarked the other. Serenity's back stiffened. "So, he
was with another woman before he was chained to me" she felt a
sinking feeling in her stomache, but forced herself to keep a
strong front.
"It's nice to meet you gentlemen." she held out her hand.
They tried to kiss her hand, but she only grasped then released
theirs.
"How about you go up to bed Serenity. It's late." Darien
suggested.
"Nonsense. We have guests." she gave him a cold smile, then
turned it into sunshine as she directed it towards the two men.
"Would you like something to eat gentlemen?" she asked. They
nodded.
"Yes ma'am." came their reply.
"Well,just follow me then." she said and swept off toward
the kitchen. Darien could only stare, dumbfounded, as the two
men followed.
"You sure did catch a good one." came one's remark.
"What a woman." The other's was in a whisper. Darien trailed
behind silently. They entered the kitchen and Darien looked
awed. She moved around the kitchen as if she had worked in it
all her life. He hadn't known she'd ever set foot in it. After
sucessfully fixed the men their plates, she looked toward
Darien.
"I'm not hungry." he replied.
"Alright." was her response. "Let me know if you men need
anything else." she added before leaving. After she had exited
the room, she started toward the stairs, but changed her mind
and went into the den to read. The vent in there connected it
with the sitting room, so when the men returned, she could hear
their conversation. She closed the door softly behind herself,
and picked up her book she had been reading earlier. Settling
down in the chair that was next to the vent,she turned on a
small desklight, and began to read. About ten minutes later the
mens boots and low voices could be heard. She listened
carefully.
"Endymoin, you have a pleasant wife." Gregory remarked.
"I've been thinking." came Jean Claude's slow voice.
"About what Jean Claude?" Darien asked.
"Serenity. Would she have been Serenity Patronal?"
"Claude! How could you even utter her name? Robert made it
very clear never to speak he name again." came Gregory's hushed
tone.
"Robert is not your superior. I am!" Darien's tone was
comanding.
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What's this? Darien the leader of what? What does the blue scarf mean in the two mens strange attire? Find out...next time.
Review me pretty please with sugar on top!
Lady of Silver
(Chapter 7)
By: Lady of Silver
Lady_of_Silver@usagiandmamoru.com
Standard disclaimor applies! I do not own Sailor Moon, though I wish I did!
Thanx again to all of you who've filled out reviews. I luv you guyz and appreciate the time you take to read my story. I'm starting another one soon, but I'll let you know more about that when it's released.
**************************************************************
The three weeks that went by were three weeks of misery for
Serenity. Her head hurt, her throat was burned and scratchy, and
her body ached all over. She recovered and was soon able to
trade insults with Darien again and run around the house and its
large grounds. Although she hadn't been here but only a few
times before they were married, she was determined to know the
grounds like the back of her hand. She never really realized
that Darien seemed to follow her when she went about in the late
morning or early afternoon. He was always there watching her.
One night, when they were sitting in the library/den, they heard
the sound of horses hooves aproaching. It was just after dark,
about eight o'clock or so. Serenity looked up from her book, and
Darien rose from his chair. Going to the window he pulled back
the dark green velvet curtains. His eyes narrowed and when
Serenity came beside him, he closed the curtains.
"What's going on?" she asked, parting the curtains slightly.
He pulled her away from the window and out of the room.
"Serenity, I want you to go upstairs." he said as he led her
towards the staircase. She tugged on his arm, whose hand held
her elbow tightly.
"B-but why? Are we having some guests?" she asked puzzled. He
turned to her, fire in his eyes.
"Not the kind of guests I want you to be around. Go upstairs
and up to bed." he scooted her up the stairs.
"B-but.." she stuttered.
"Go!" he gave her one last scoot, before finally sweeping her
into his arms and carrying her up the staircase, taking the
steps three at a time.
'I wonder what he's so nervous about.' Serenity's thoughts
drifted back to the past week, when the same episode had
occured. He had rushed her up to their room, and locked her in,
much to her surprise. This time though, he tossed her onto the
bed, and ran out of the room, locking the door behind himself.
She rolled onto her back and sighed, stretching out over the
bed. She heard the front door open, and a few laughs. None of
which, she recognized, belonged to Darien. She fiddled with her
hair for awhile, thinking about Darien.
"I've been so terrible to him. I always catch him looking at
me weirdly at dinner. It's like he's-"she stopped herself before
she could finish.
Suddenly, she had an idea. Pulling out a hair pen, she crept
quietly to the door, and began to pick the lock. After about ten
minutes, she succeeded in unlocking it. The latch clicked, and
she eased the door open, silently slipping out into the hall.
Stepping as lightly as possible, she avoided the creaky
floorboards and the slid slowly down the banister of the stairs,
for they groaned when stepped on most of the time. Soundlessly,
she aproached the sitting room, and peeked in from behind the
entry-way curtains. Two men sat, lounging on the sofas. She
released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her
throat closed up as she examined their attire. They both wore
all black, except for one thing. On their arms, they bore the
same blue scarf that Robert had once wore. Darien seemed to be
deep in thought as the two carried on about something. Serenity
smoothed out her skirt and walked into the room. Darien's head
shot up at the sound of her shoe heels tapping the wood
flooring. His stormy blue eyes sent warning of the fury that was
later to come toward her, but she ignored it.
"Darien, I didn't know you were having guests." she smiled
uneasily at the two men. They looked rather shocked by her
presence.
"Endymoin, you're going soft on us?" asked one, a queer look
on his face. Serenity was confused. She sent a questioning look
towards Darien. He shook his head.
"Jason, Marc, I'd like you to meet Serenity,"he wrapped an
arm around Serenity's waist,"my wife."
"A wife?! Now I know why you haven't been down to Mary's
lately." remarked the other. Serenity's back stiffened. "So, he
was with another woman before he was chained to me" she felt a
sinking feeling in her stomache, but forced herself to keep a
strong front.
"It's nice to meet you gentlemen." she held out her hand.
They tried to kiss her hand, but she only grasped then released
theirs.
"How about you go up to bed Serenity. It's late." Darien
suggested.
"Nonsense. We have guests." she gave him a cold smile, then
turned it into sunshine as she directed it towards the two men.
"Would you like something to eat gentlemen?" she asked. They
nodded.
"Yes ma'am." came their reply.
"Well,just follow me then." she said and swept off toward
the kitchen. Darien could only stare, dumbfounded, as the two
men followed.
"You sure did catch a good one." came one's remark.
"What a woman." The other's was in a whisper. Darien trailed
behind silently. They entered the kitchen and Darien looked
awed. She moved around the kitchen as if she had worked in it
all her life. He hadn't known she'd ever set foot in it. After
sucessfully fixed the men their plates, she looked toward
Darien.
"I'm not hungry." he replied.
"Alright." was her response. "Let me know if you men need
anything else." she added before leaving. After she had exited
the room, she started toward the stairs, but changed her mind
and went into the den to read. The vent in there connected it
with the sitting room, so when the men returned, she could hear
their conversation. She closed the door softly behind herself,
and picked up her book she had been reading earlier. Settling
down in the chair that was next to the vent,she turned on a
small desklight, and began to read. About ten minutes later the
mens boots and low voices could be heard. She listened
carefully.
"Endymoin, you have a pleasant wife." Gregory remarked.
"I've been thinking." came Jean Claude's slow voice.
"About what Jean Claude?" Darien asked.
"Serenity. Would she have been Serenity Patronal?"
"Claude! How could you even utter her name? Robert made it
very clear never to speak he name again." came Gregory's hushed
tone.
"Robert is not your superior. I am!" Darien's tone was
comanding.
****************************************************************
What's this? Darien the leader of what? What does the blue scarf mean in the two mens strange attire? Find out...next time.
Review me pretty please with sugar on top!
Lady of Silver
