AN: First fan fiction, please review! I aim to please. And, of course, no
characters of Sailor Moon are my own, and I claim them in now way.
Some people just don't get it. They don't understand life. They only live for the moment, and cant believe that there is a whole lifetime ahead of them. That there is no hurry in life. That everything that is meant to happen will happen in due time.
Serena Shepard seemed like a girl who didn't get it. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a childlike innocence that smelled of bubble-gum and lilac and sounded like bubbles and a childs smile. Someone who knew nothing of hurt, pain, and the hardships that were to come through life. The defiant lift of her chin, the way her feet seemed to have springs on their soles, everything about her seemed innocent.
Which was probably why the dark, brooding Darien Sheilds was so attracted to her. She represented everything he wished he had known. Bubble-gum and lilacs, laughter and blowing bubbles from a wand on a hot summer day. The things he always longed for, but pretended to be too good for. He hid behind many masks, white ones too. He had lived far too much in far too short a time, his 19 years a mess of pain and confusion.
Everything seemed to dissapear when she was near. She was angelic. Uncorrupted. And so full of life it was refreshing just to see her.
Darien knew he loved her. He knew it in his soul. The way she bit the inside of her cheek when she was nervous, the way her smile seemed whiter then the purest snow, the way she giggled when there was nothing said. He loved every fiber of her. And for that he punished himself.
How he craved to be close to her. To smell her, to taste her, to touch every part of her body.
But she was too pure. He would ruin her, pollute her pureness with his bitterness and greed. For he felt greedy, wanting her so badly and not wanting to share her with anyone else in the world.
She was like a kitten. Wide eyed and sweet, playing with everything in sight, curious and knowing nothing of caution. A kitten that was drawn to anything that demanded attention, because it simply didn't know any better.
There are many things Serena wasn't aware of. The way her left odango was slightly higher then the right one, things like that. She was a little too aware of other things. Like the way his ocean eyes would stare at her when he thought she wasn't looking. The way her heart skipped and stopped when he smiled, the way her insides fell to the floor when he teased her. And she resented that. The way that another human being could have that much power over her own body. He made her angry. And she liked it.
And she wasn't aware that she liked his attention. She wasn't aware that was the reason she would always find herself sitting on the 3rd stool from the left in the Crown arcade every day after school.
Which was where she was now. Patiently waiting for her strawberry milkshake, she waited for him to walk through those double doors and greet her in his usual fashion.
Insults.
But when he came in, there was no "Hey Meatball head". He walked over to the 4th stool on the right and put his elbows on the table, and rested his head in his hands. "Coke, Andrew." Was all he said.
Serena didn't know how to react from this. entrance. So she sipped her straw and glanced over at him through the corner of her eye. "Problems?"
Darien said nothing.
Serena tapped the counter-top lightly with her fingernails. "I may be a ditz, but I'm a good listener," she said thoughtfully. "And I know when I have a problem it's not so bad after I tell someone."
Darien kept his position, but the smooth, muffled voice was heard quite clearly through the noise of the games echoing through the room. "Problems you would know nothing about, Serena," he said. "I wouldn't want to corrupt that perfect little world you live in with my 'problems'."
Serena was shocked. "What makes you think the world I live in is perfect?" She said, stuttering slightly. "You know nothing about me!"
Darien snorted. "I know that your family loves you. That you have friends that would die for you, and that you get whatever you want whenever you ask. That sounds pretty perfect to me."
"Well, I have problems too, you know," Serena said indignantly.
Darien turned to face her. "Serena, don't even try." He said as Andrew handed him his coke. Andrew was smart enough to stay clear of Darien when he was in one of his 'moods'. He only wished he could telepathically let Serena know that she was on dangerous grounds.
"Darien, I think your being stupid." Serena said matter-of-factly.
Darien had had enough. "I'm stupid, Serena?" He said. "Because I refuse to tell a 15 year old living in a bubble what goes on during my day? That makes me stupid?"
Serena lifted her chin and turned slightly pink. "No, I think your stupid because you wont let anyone help you."
Darien put his coke down and stood up. "Well, Saint Serena, why would you want to help me?"
"Because I don't like seeing you sad." She regretted the words immediately. He mouth too often betrayed her and this was one of those times.
Darien leaned down, an inch from her face. She could smell the musky cologne he had sprayed into his neck that morning, and could feel the heat from his body radiating onto her own. "You don't know sad, Serena. And trust me, you don't want to."
Serena hated to admit she liked how close he was to her, but she did. But she didn't know what to say to that. How do you tell someone the things you have never told anyone before? You don't, her conscience said.
"I know sad, Darien," she challenged. "But I wont get into that, because you seem quite happy believeing that nobody in the world could ever relate to you what-so-ever. And who am I to corrupt you."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------
Damn her, he thought to himself. Damn her for figuring him out. Damn her not knowing what she was talking about. Damn her for being everything I wants and can't have.
He looked around his sparse apartment, gazing at the bookshelf stacked with old, used books found at yard sales, and the oh-so-clean telephone book that screamed to be looked at.
He considered the thought of calling her many times. Perhaps it was the way he had lost his job that day that altered his state of mind, because before he knew it, he was dialing the number next to the Shepard residence on Cherry Road. Deep in his mind he knew he had nothing to lose, because there was nothing left to sacrifice except his pride, which he felt nothing of when he was with her.
"Hello?" A bubbly voice said into his ear.
"Yes, hello," Darien said smoothly, high on his low-self esteem. "Is Serena there?"
"This is her," she said. Wow, she sounds different on the phone, he thought.
"Serena, its Darien," he said.
He swore he could hear crickets chirping somewhere, the silence was so loud.
"Yeah?" she said.
"Listen, I know you hate me and everything, but I wanted to take you out tonight," he said boldly. "Theres a party on Grove street and I was wondering if you would like to go? I could pick you up if you need to be."
Serena laughed openly. "Very funny, Darien, get your kicks for the day?" She said bitterly.
"No kicks, Serena." He said huskily. "I'll be in front of your house at 9." And with that he hung up.
I just hung up on Serena! He picked up the receiver, relieved to hear she was still there. For some reason, it was then his nerves came back to him. "B-bye!" he croaked.
What the hell did I just do?
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------
So?? Tell me what you think so far
Some people just don't get it. They don't understand life. They only live for the moment, and cant believe that there is a whole lifetime ahead of them. That there is no hurry in life. That everything that is meant to happen will happen in due time.
Serena Shepard seemed like a girl who didn't get it. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a childlike innocence that smelled of bubble-gum and lilac and sounded like bubbles and a childs smile. Someone who knew nothing of hurt, pain, and the hardships that were to come through life. The defiant lift of her chin, the way her feet seemed to have springs on their soles, everything about her seemed innocent.
Which was probably why the dark, brooding Darien Sheilds was so attracted to her. She represented everything he wished he had known. Bubble-gum and lilacs, laughter and blowing bubbles from a wand on a hot summer day. The things he always longed for, but pretended to be too good for. He hid behind many masks, white ones too. He had lived far too much in far too short a time, his 19 years a mess of pain and confusion.
Everything seemed to dissapear when she was near. She was angelic. Uncorrupted. And so full of life it was refreshing just to see her.
Darien knew he loved her. He knew it in his soul. The way she bit the inside of her cheek when she was nervous, the way her smile seemed whiter then the purest snow, the way she giggled when there was nothing said. He loved every fiber of her. And for that he punished himself.
How he craved to be close to her. To smell her, to taste her, to touch every part of her body.
But she was too pure. He would ruin her, pollute her pureness with his bitterness and greed. For he felt greedy, wanting her so badly and not wanting to share her with anyone else in the world.
She was like a kitten. Wide eyed and sweet, playing with everything in sight, curious and knowing nothing of caution. A kitten that was drawn to anything that demanded attention, because it simply didn't know any better.
There are many things Serena wasn't aware of. The way her left odango was slightly higher then the right one, things like that. She was a little too aware of other things. Like the way his ocean eyes would stare at her when he thought she wasn't looking. The way her heart skipped and stopped when he smiled, the way her insides fell to the floor when he teased her. And she resented that. The way that another human being could have that much power over her own body. He made her angry. And she liked it.
And she wasn't aware that she liked his attention. She wasn't aware that was the reason she would always find herself sitting on the 3rd stool from the left in the Crown arcade every day after school.
Which was where she was now. Patiently waiting for her strawberry milkshake, she waited for him to walk through those double doors and greet her in his usual fashion.
Insults.
But when he came in, there was no "Hey Meatball head". He walked over to the 4th stool on the right and put his elbows on the table, and rested his head in his hands. "Coke, Andrew." Was all he said.
Serena didn't know how to react from this. entrance. So she sipped her straw and glanced over at him through the corner of her eye. "Problems?"
Darien said nothing.
Serena tapped the counter-top lightly with her fingernails. "I may be a ditz, but I'm a good listener," she said thoughtfully. "And I know when I have a problem it's not so bad after I tell someone."
Darien kept his position, but the smooth, muffled voice was heard quite clearly through the noise of the games echoing through the room. "Problems you would know nothing about, Serena," he said. "I wouldn't want to corrupt that perfect little world you live in with my 'problems'."
Serena was shocked. "What makes you think the world I live in is perfect?" She said, stuttering slightly. "You know nothing about me!"
Darien snorted. "I know that your family loves you. That you have friends that would die for you, and that you get whatever you want whenever you ask. That sounds pretty perfect to me."
"Well, I have problems too, you know," Serena said indignantly.
Darien turned to face her. "Serena, don't even try." He said as Andrew handed him his coke. Andrew was smart enough to stay clear of Darien when he was in one of his 'moods'. He only wished he could telepathically let Serena know that she was on dangerous grounds.
"Darien, I think your being stupid." Serena said matter-of-factly.
Darien had had enough. "I'm stupid, Serena?" He said. "Because I refuse to tell a 15 year old living in a bubble what goes on during my day? That makes me stupid?"
Serena lifted her chin and turned slightly pink. "No, I think your stupid because you wont let anyone help you."
Darien put his coke down and stood up. "Well, Saint Serena, why would you want to help me?"
"Because I don't like seeing you sad." She regretted the words immediately. He mouth too often betrayed her and this was one of those times.
Darien leaned down, an inch from her face. She could smell the musky cologne he had sprayed into his neck that morning, and could feel the heat from his body radiating onto her own. "You don't know sad, Serena. And trust me, you don't want to."
Serena hated to admit she liked how close he was to her, but she did. But she didn't know what to say to that. How do you tell someone the things you have never told anyone before? You don't, her conscience said.
"I know sad, Darien," she challenged. "But I wont get into that, because you seem quite happy believeing that nobody in the world could ever relate to you what-so-ever. And who am I to corrupt you."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------
Damn her, he thought to himself. Damn her for figuring him out. Damn her not knowing what she was talking about. Damn her for being everything I wants and can't have.
He looked around his sparse apartment, gazing at the bookshelf stacked with old, used books found at yard sales, and the oh-so-clean telephone book that screamed to be looked at.
He considered the thought of calling her many times. Perhaps it was the way he had lost his job that day that altered his state of mind, because before he knew it, he was dialing the number next to the Shepard residence on Cherry Road. Deep in his mind he knew he had nothing to lose, because there was nothing left to sacrifice except his pride, which he felt nothing of when he was with her.
"Hello?" A bubbly voice said into his ear.
"Yes, hello," Darien said smoothly, high on his low-self esteem. "Is Serena there?"
"This is her," she said. Wow, she sounds different on the phone, he thought.
"Serena, its Darien," he said.
He swore he could hear crickets chirping somewhere, the silence was so loud.
"Yeah?" she said.
"Listen, I know you hate me and everything, but I wanted to take you out tonight," he said boldly. "Theres a party on Grove street and I was wondering if you would like to go? I could pick you up if you need to be."
Serena laughed openly. "Very funny, Darien, get your kicks for the day?" She said bitterly.
"No kicks, Serena." He said huskily. "I'll be in front of your house at 9." And with that he hung up.
I just hung up on Serena! He picked up the receiver, relieved to hear she was still there. For some reason, it was then his nerves came back to him. "B-bye!" he croaked.
What the hell did I just do?
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------
So?? Tell me what you think so far