Because I'm A Girl
by Tina Bui
Disclaimer -this is the standard disclaimer right here and now. I do not own Sailor Moon, and I have no part in it whatsoever. So don't sue me since I'm broke and even if you win, you won't get much so you're wasting your time.
Summary- She was thrown into her destiny, unknown of the repercussions and the life-changing events that would come. Her childhood friend now hated who she was while her new friends didn't understand the depths of her pain. Battered and bruised, she longs to find herself and to be released from her responsibilities.
Chapter Four - Saints and Sinners
She scanned his living room and was not surprised when her two blue orbs realized with a start that he was obsessed with dark colours. The leather couch was black while the t.v. set was obviously black. The paintings he had plastered and hung across his walls were depressing. Dark and bleak colours corrupted them and gave them an aura of helplessness. Was this how depressing his life was? One painting that caught her eye was evidently the one with two lovers hanging onto each other in a bubble. All around them were blood and chaos and surprisingly, they still hung on one another as if their lives depended it. Interesting, it really was. She wasn't sure if she believed in that kind of miraculous love anymore. She had seen many horrors in her young life to still maintain her innocence. But the question was: had she ever held any ounce of innocence in her tainted soul?
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't hear him walk into the room.
He was determined to find out what had happened to her. No matter what. He made it his personal goal in life to find out. Okay, maybe that was giving him too much credit. but damnit, he wasn't going to be able to rest until he found out.
He obviously walked in at a very thoughtful moment for her. She was admiring one of his favourite paintings by Lonnie Lonai: Eternal Flame. He had bought it on a whim of impulse. Apparently, that impulse is attaching itself onto Serena. He walked over to her and softly tugged her left arm, an attempt to break her out of her dazed gaze.
Her eyes clouded over but eventually, they found their focus as the two blue orbs zoomed in on him.
"Are you feeling better now?"
Silence was his only answer as she went back to admiring the painting. They both stood there for a good ten minutes before it was she who broke the awkward silence that was upon them.
"Thank you."
If someone had told him that Serena would ever say the words 'thank you' to him of all people, he would have thought they were on drugs. His reaction to her soft voice was his mouth hanging slightly and his eyes widening.
But eventually, he was back to his normal self-whatever he considered as 'normal'.
"For what?"
She met his gaze evenly and offered a tentative smile. Was it an offer of peace?
"Bringing me here, instead of just leaving me out in the rain. I know we don't get along much-well, hardly ever but you really didn't have to do this. But you did."
Only her previous state of being kept him from snapping a nasty insult. At least, that's what he told himself. over and over again.
"It's not a problem at all"
He returned her gaze and led her to the couch. They both sat down at the same time and went back to the deafening silence. After a short while, he pulled her gently to him and enveloped her in an embrace.
"I don't know what happened Serena. But I'll always be here for you when you need me. I promise you."
He meant every word he had just said. And he hoped she would believe him.
"You do know that this makes us friends-in the loose meaning," she teased. He was glad that she was attempting to have a civil conversation with him. But deep within his being, he had hoped that she would insult him. He wanted their predictable banter. Keyword there: predictable. He didn't like being unpredictable. Because that meant that he had no control over his life. Control was one of the many things he treasured. Losing control was one of the fears he had concerning love. Love made you like an animal. Only intent on keeping what's yours and pleasing the one you love. It made your life spin out of control. He had seen what had happen to his friend Andrew when he fell in love with Rita. The two are in love but the distance between the lovers proved far too great. They had broken up in only two weeks since Rita left for Africa. The emotional wreck she left behind was pathetic. Andrew was his best friend but it was the truth. He rarely smiled now, even when he aced his medical test last Monday.
His mind slowly process what she had just said. Friends? The only other friend he had was Andrew. And in a way, Rei was a friend to him but he couldn't shake off the feeling that she wanted more than what he could give her. Even though Serena was teasing him about being 'loose' friends, he rejoiced at the idea. But now when he truly thought about it, she was always a friend to him. Even if they didn't talk about personal things. Even if they couldn't go a day without biting off the other's head. She always had something to say to him. And somehow, she had brightened up his day by just throwing back a charged insult at him.
"I always considered you a friend, Serena. I just didn't tell you."
He hadn't realized he said that out loud until he saw her shocked face. She had stopped whatever movements she was about to make. And slowly, a true smile graced her angelic face.
He didn't know what possessed him to do it. Temporarily insanity, maybe. But when he saw her smile the first time since he found her, he felt his heart flutter. He gently led her into his embrace.
And she followed without a protest on her lips or her mind.
She relaxed as he had in their innocent embrace and closed their eyes simultaneously. After a couple of seconds had passed, they were roughly thrown into a dream-like vision. The first for her, the second for him.
"Am I interrupting something?"
The cold voice was mistakenly familiar to the both of them yet they didn't know the face that it belonged to. They quickly realized that they could not move from their current position (standing in the embrace they had originally started off with). They were both watching the scene unfold itself, with rapid focus.
The two lovers were both in bed, naked with their legs tangled. Darien recognized the couple for it was the pair that he had seen in his earlier vision-Princess Serenity and Prince Endymion. The royal heir to the Silver Millennium was clearly shocked at the intruder's voice, what with the way the way here eyes had widened and the way she quickly edged away from her lover, leaving a crestfallen look upon his face.
"Xander," the whispered panic belonged to the princess that was quickly shielding her body from the males in the room. Lucky there was a robe lying on the floor next to the bed.
Serena bit back her tongue and felt the realization hit her like a thousand bricks. The girl in the bed with her lover looked extremely like herself. The same blue eyes, the same brightness of her golden hair (although the girl's was tangled and beads of sweat inhabited the area). They were exactly alike. What was going on here?
"Great timing you have, Atlantican Prince." The future king of Earth growled at the person who interrupted his lovemaking to his princess.
"Your mother sent me to get you Sere. She requests your presence in greeting the guests," he said, ignoring Endymion's death-like glare.
Serena's eyes followed the angry Adonis-like prince of Atlantis (which was the Moon's capital city). She noted that he had incredible hazel-green eyes that sparkled with blue specks. His thick, messy blonde hair made her only want to touch it with her own fingers in an attempt to tame it. He could be categorized under a 'rich boy' with nothing to do with his spare time. Unfortunately, that category attracted her like a moth to a growing flame.
Darien saw the look in her eyes before she had even realized it. She was attracted to that boy, Xander. Yes, in his eyes, Xander was but a mere boy. Everything Xander represented threatened the love that the Princess and Prince had for one another. He checked his anger and counted to ten, sighing at the ridiculous way of calming himself.
Princess Serenity stood up quickly with a blanket wrapped around her nude body and walked over to Prince Xander. She nervously laid her hand on his shoulder and nodded towards the door, telling him that she will meet him outside soon. Xander understood and left the two lovers. But not without throwing another angry glare at Prince Endymion.
Ignoring the dangerous glint in Xander's glare, Endymion walked to Serenity and embraced her from the behind; he did not bother putting his attire on (she had already seen him naked so what was the point in concealing himself like a lower being ashamed of their body?).
Thus, making Serena blush furiously. Endymion certainly resembled Darien in many ways .
Luckily, Serena, along with Darien, stood facing the Princess whom was shielding some part of Endymion's form. But it was only -some-.
And she could still feel the heat radiating from Darien.
"I must go now Endy," the Princess whispered, relaxing against Endymion's strong chest.
"One guess on who your mother wants you to -greet-," he growled. Just the thought of suitors coming to see his Princess grated on his nerves.
"Do not be jealous. Besides, I already have been informed on who the guest is," her angelic voice was enough to calm his racing heart.
"Well then, my love, do enlighten me on whom the gracious guest is that deserves my Princess' attention more than her lover's."
She turned around and smiled.
"It is just Xander's parents, Endy. No worries there." She quickly placed herself in her Royal gown and left.
Endymion stared at the last place she had occupied and sighed.
"Right. No worries -there-", he whispered bitterly.
Serena's sympathetic heart went out to the one the Princess had called 'Endy'. It was obvious to the plain eye that he had placed 'Sere' on a high pedestal where no one would reach. He was so in love with her but she wasn't too sure how Sere felt about him. The look in her imposter's eyes were only filled with one emotion: desire. But as much desire the girl had for Endy, it was not love, but only lust.
Serena's eyes traveled to Darien's and sought them out. Her suspicion had been confirmed by the look of his haunted eyes.
She was not the only one who was seeing the dream . and acknowledged it.
Disclaimer -this is the standard disclaimer right here and now. I do not own Sailor Moon, and I have no part in it whatsoever. So don't sue me since I'm broke and even if you win, you won't get much so you're wasting your time.
Summary- She was thrown into her destiny, unknown of the repercussions and the life-changing events that would come. Her childhood friend now hated who she was while her new friends didn't understand the depths of her pain. Battered and bruised, she longs to find herself and to be released from her responsibilities.
Chapter Four - Saints and Sinners
She scanned his living room and was not surprised when her two blue orbs realized with a start that he was obsessed with dark colours. The leather couch was black while the t.v. set was obviously black. The paintings he had plastered and hung across his walls were depressing. Dark and bleak colours corrupted them and gave them an aura of helplessness. Was this how depressing his life was? One painting that caught her eye was evidently the one with two lovers hanging onto each other in a bubble. All around them were blood and chaos and surprisingly, they still hung on one another as if their lives depended it. Interesting, it really was. She wasn't sure if she believed in that kind of miraculous love anymore. She had seen many horrors in her young life to still maintain her innocence. But the question was: had she ever held any ounce of innocence in her tainted soul?
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't hear him walk into the room.
He was determined to find out what had happened to her. No matter what. He made it his personal goal in life to find out. Okay, maybe that was giving him too much credit. but damnit, he wasn't going to be able to rest until he found out.
He obviously walked in at a very thoughtful moment for her. She was admiring one of his favourite paintings by Lonnie Lonai: Eternal Flame. He had bought it on a whim of impulse. Apparently, that impulse is attaching itself onto Serena. He walked over to her and softly tugged her left arm, an attempt to break her out of her dazed gaze.
Her eyes clouded over but eventually, they found their focus as the two blue orbs zoomed in on him.
"Are you feeling better now?"
Silence was his only answer as she went back to admiring the painting. They both stood there for a good ten minutes before it was she who broke the awkward silence that was upon them.
"Thank you."
If someone had told him that Serena would ever say the words 'thank you' to him of all people, he would have thought they were on drugs. His reaction to her soft voice was his mouth hanging slightly and his eyes widening.
But eventually, he was back to his normal self-whatever he considered as 'normal'.
"For what?"
She met his gaze evenly and offered a tentative smile. Was it an offer of peace?
"Bringing me here, instead of just leaving me out in the rain. I know we don't get along much-well, hardly ever but you really didn't have to do this. But you did."
Only her previous state of being kept him from snapping a nasty insult. At least, that's what he told himself. over and over again.
"It's not a problem at all"
He returned her gaze and led her to the couch. They both sat down at the same time and went back to the deafening silence. After a short while, he pulled her gently to him and enveloped her in an embrace.
"I don't know what happened Serena. But I'll always be here for you when you need me. I promise you."
He meant every word he had just said. And he hoped she would believe him.
"You do know that this makes us friends-in the loose meaning," she teased. He was glad that she was attempting to have a civil conversation with him. But deep within his being, he had hoped that she would insult him. He wanted their predictable banter. Keyword there: predictable. He didn't like being unpredictable. Because that meant that he had no control over his life. Control was one of the many things he treasured. Losing control was one of the fears he had concerning love. Love made you like an animal. Only intent on keeping what's yours and pleasing the one you love. It made your life spin out of control. He had seen what had happen to his friend Andrew when he fell in love with Rita. The two are in love but the distance between the lovers proved far too great. They had broken up in only two weeks since Rita left for Africa. The emotional wreck she left behind was pathetic. Andrew was his best friend but it was the truth. He rarely smiled now, even when he aced his medical test last Monday.
His mind slowly process what she had just said. Friends? The only other friend he had was Andrew. And in a way, Rei was a friend to him but he couldn't shake off the feeling that she wanted more than what he could give her. Even though Serena was teasing him about being 'loose' friends, he rejoiced at the idea. But now when he truly thought about it, she was always a friend to him. Even if they didn't talk about personal things. Even if they couldn't go a day without biting off the other's head. She always had something to say to him. And somehow, she had brightened up his day by just throwing back a charged insult at him.
"I always considered you a friend, Serena. I just didn't tell you."
He hadn't realized he said that out loud until he saw her shocked face. She had stopped whatever movements she was about to make. And slowly, a true smile graced her angelic face.
He didn't know what possessed him to do it. Temporarily insanity, maybe. But when he saw her smile the first time since he found her, he felt his heart flutter. He gently led her into his embrace.
And she followed without a protest on her lips or her mind.
She relaxed as he had in their innocent embrace and closed their eyes simultaneously. After a couple of seconds had passed, they were roughly thrown into a dream-like vision. The first for her, the second for him.
"Am I interrupting something?"
The cold voice was mistakenly familiar to the both of them yet they didn't know the face that it belonged to. They quickly realized that they could not move from their current position (standing in the embrace they had originally started off with). They were both watching the scene unfold itself, with rapid focus.
The two lovers were both in bed, naked with their legs tangled. Darien recognized the couple for it was the pair that he had seen in his earlier vision-Princess Serenity and Prince Endymion. The royal heir to the Silver Millennium was clearly shocked at the intruder's voice, what with the way the way here eyes had widened and the way she quickly edged away from her lover, leaving a crestfallen look upon his face.
"Xander," the whispered panic belonged to the princess that was quickly shielding her body from the males in the room. Lucky there was a robe lying on the floor next to the bed.
Serena bit back her tongue and felt the realization hit her like a thousand bricks. The girl in the bed with her lover looked extremely like herself. The same blue eyes, the same brightness of her golden hair (although the girl's was tangled and beads of sweat inhabited the area). They were exactly alike. What was going on here?
"Great timing you have, Atlantican Prince." The future king of Earth growled at the person who interrupted his lovemaking to his princess.
"Your mother sent me to get you Sere. She requests your presence in greeting the guests," he said, ignoring Endymion's death-like glare.
Serena's eyes followed the angry Adonis-like prince of Atlantis (which was the Moon's capital city). She noted that he had incredible hazel-green eyes that sparkled with blue specks. His thick, messy blonde hair made her only want to touch it with her own fingers in an attempt to tame it. He could be categorized under a 'rich boy' with nothing to do with his spare time. Unfortunately, that category attracted her like a moth to a growing flame.
Darien saw the look in her eyes before she had even realized it. She was attracted to that boy, Xander. Yes, in his eyes, Xander was but a mere boy. Everything Xander represented threatened the love that the Princess and Prince had for one another. He checked his anger and counted to ten, sighing at the ridiculous way of calming himself.
Princess Serenity stood up quickly with a blanket wrapped around her nude body and walked over to Prince Xander. She nervously laid her hand on his shoulder and nodded towards the door, telling him that she will meet him outside soon. Xander understood and left the two lovers. But not without throwing another angry glare at Prince Endymion.
Ignoring the dangerous glint in Xander's glare, Endymion walked to Serenity and embraced her from the behind; he did not bother putting his attire on (she had already seen him naked so what was the point in concealing himself like a lower being ashamed of their body?).
Thus, making Serena blush furiously. Endymion certainly resembled Darien in many ways .
Luckily, Serena, along with Darien, stood facing the Princess whom was shielding some part of Endymion's form. But it was only -some-.
And she could still feel the heat radiating from Darien.
"I must go now Endy," the Princess whispered, relaxing against Endymion's strong chest.
"One guess on who your mother wants you to -greet-," he growled. Just the thought of suitors coming to see his Princess grated on his nerves.
"Do not be jealous. Besides, I already have been informed on who the guest is," her angelic voice was enough to calm his racing heart.
"Well then, my love, do enlighten me on whom the gracious guest is that deserves my Princess' attention more than her lover's."
She turned around and smiled.
"It is just Xander's parents, Endy. No worries there." She quickly placed herself in her Royal gown and left.
Endymion stared at the last place she had occupied and sighed.
"Right. No worries -there-", he whispered bitterly.
Serena's sympathetic heart went out to the one the Princess had called 'Endy'. It was obvious to the plain eye that he had placed 'Sere' on a high pedestal where no one would reach. He was so in love with her but she wasn't too sure how Sere felt about him. The look in her imposter's eyes were only filled with one emotion: desire. But as much desire the girl had for Endy, it was not love, but only lust.
Serena's eyes traveled to Darien's and sought them out. Her suspicion had been confirmed by the look of his haunted eyes.
She was not the only one who was seeing the dream . and acknowledged it.