Chapter 1
By Smartie
~ ~ ~ ~ I don't own Sailor Moon. ~ ~ ~ ~
Last time...
"Clive, I'm taking my break, watch the counter will you," Serena said before Clive could give her whatever errand he had in mind.
Clive, taken aback at the coldness in her voice, simply nodded and watched her scurry outside.
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Serena grabbed her jacket and shoved the back door to the diner open. As she exited the door slammed shut behind her, sending some stay cats running out of the dumpster and down the back alley.
Serena was in a state of chaos. She watched her breath come out in small puffs. He was here. Serena leaned against the dirty brick wall. After everything that had happened...he was here. After that fateful day, she thought see would never see him again. She never dreamed she would look into his navy eyes and feel all the same emotions she did when she first fell in lo- began to care for him. She fondly remembered those days when she lo-cared for him in all her naiveté. Serena was hurt more than she could ever imagine in the end, but she wouldn't change the days they had spent together for anything. It might have been the best time of her life.
Looking around her at the deserted alley, Serena knew she might never experience such happiness again. What was she doing here? Her life used to be so carefree, but she had run away from it all. Was she really such a coward that she had to run away whenever problems came her way? Was she such a sissy that she would rather slave away in a third-class diner than deal with confrontation?
She wasn't going to run now; she had every right to be in that diner. He was the one who had come on to her turf, therefore he should be the one to have to run, not her. Serena steeled herself and pulled open the back door.
As she entered the kitchen, she wondered about Darien. Would he talk to her, acknowledge her? Would he pull her aside and beseech her to come back? More importantly, would she go back?
"Finally!' exclaimed Clive, "Some guy has been asking for coffee. Hurry up and serve him."
Serena rolled her eyes as her hung up her coat. Coming out of the kitchen Serena's eyes went straight to the bar stool that Darien had sat in. He was gone. She looked around the diner, hoping he sat at a table waiting for her. He had left. She looked again just to be sure that she hadn't missed him. He had really left. Serena felt strangely let down. He had left. Did he feel nothing for her? Her heart...hurt. It left a strange feeling in her chest. For the second time that day, she wished she could go home and cry.
Sighing, Serena picked up the worn coffee pot and made her way around to the tables.
'Maybe I'm going crazy. Maybe he was never really here.' Serena pondered, "Of course. I subconsciously missed him so much that I imagined him here. What would he be doing here anyways? I've just being drinking too much coffee.'
Serena's face paled as she walked back to the counter. She found a neatly folded piece of paper with her name on it, and a ten-dollar tip. He had really being there and left without a word.
Disgusted, Serena shoved the ten dollars into the charity can. She didn't need his money. She gazed at the paper, recognizing it to be a napkin from the diner. She looked at the printing that graced the top of it. Sloppy letters formed the word 'Serena.' That was strange; he was usually so neat with his printing.
Serena didn't touch the folded napkin. She couldn't.
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Darien walked down the road in confusion. Why was she here? What the hell was she doing? If she was living in the poverty that was rampant in this town...he had to get her to come back. He had never wanted her to leave. He had a feeling she would toss his note out without looking at it. He didn't even know why had had even written it. Dammit! He didn't even know what the hell he was even doing anymore. Darien wasn't in control and that bothered him. Should he leave? Was she happy in her life or should he confront her and tell her to come back with him?
It had all ended on such bad terms. He shivered remembering the last days they had been together. So much hurt. Darien wasn't even sure if he wanted to unearth all the pain. Maybe they were better going their separate ways.
Darien suddenly stopped walking. Where was he? His car was still at the diner; he would have to go back for it.
Sighing, he stopped and retraced his steps to diner. Darien glanced at his watch; it was already 6:30. With all of this Serena stuff, he had forgot why he had even come here. He remembered the day she left him clearly. She had walked away and he had just stood there and let her. He never even went after her. He felt guilty that the way he had found her was on a business trip, he should have kept searching for her.
Up end of the street, he saw his Mercedes parked in the decrepit parking lot. Reaching the silver car, Darien pulled the keys out of his pocket and began to unlock the door. He stopped and placed the keys back into his pocket. Cautiously he approached the diner and looked through the grime-covered window. Serena was inside serving a customer.
Just looking at her made Darien realize how much he had missed her presence. Darien looked at her for a moment longer, memorizing her beautiful face and then turned around and drove away.
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Serena sighed. The diner had finally closed and she could go home. She walked over to the door and began putting on her jacket.
"Hey Serena, this is addressed to you! You want it or should I just toss it?" shouted Clive.
Serena hesitated a moment, but when she saw him opening it up, she ran over and snatched it from his hands.
Upon seeing the astonished look on his face, she hastily explained, "It's kind of private."
Clive didn't look very pleased, but he turned and walked back into the kitchen. Serena carefully stuffed the note into her coat pocket and exited the restaurant.
'It is getting cold,' though Serena as she pulled her coat a little closer and began to walk down the street faster. She didn't have a car for the simple fact that she couldn't afford one. Serena knew that nothing would happen to her in this small town, but still a little bit of fear tinged her nightly walk home. Serena continued to walk at her brisk pace until she reached an old brick apartment building. Serena entered and walked the 6 floors required to reach her apartment.
Serena was slightly winded as she reached her floor. She walked down the narrow and poorly carpeted hallway, relieved to be home. She didn't even want to think back to what had happened during the day. Serena reached her apartment and began to search for her keys in the abyss know as her purse. She finally found the key and inserted it into the door. It opened easily. Serena stepped into her apartment and for a moment, all was silent except the incessant buzz of the florescent lights above. A moment later, the silence was shattered by an infant's cry.
Weariness took over as she walked over to the nursery. She really didn't have enough energy to put up with this. Walking on the peeling linoleum, Serena tripped over a stuffed doll and fell to the floor in a string of curses.
Could her day get any worse? She was almost fired and then Darien showed up, and then he left and now she had a crying baby to deal with.
Oh lord, she hadn't even started to obsess over Darien and already she was about to throw in the towel. Another cry pieced the air. First things first, she had to see about the baby.
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Darien had finished his work for the day. He sat in his hotel room wallowing in the dark. A full moon sat low in the sky to keep him company.
Had she even read his note?
Darien kicked a dimly lit shoe and cursed. First, he had to call Serena's parents and let them know he had found their daughter. Next, he had to find her and take her back home, where she belonged.
Picking up the phone, he called Serena's old house, a number he had memorized by heart.
He could not understand why he had fled the diner. Was he really such a coward he would run away from his problems? His heart twisted in pain; Serena wasn't a problem, how could he call her a problem? She was one of the best things that had ever happen to him before...
"Hello?" Darien replied as someone picked up the phone, "Yes, it's me...no, I'm not back yet, but I'm calling for a different reason...I've found your daughter Mr. Tsukino."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ All right all done!! Short, I know, but eh. Let me know what you think about the story so far. Email me at Smarties_155@hotmail.com I accept any comments or criticism. I'd like to thank anyone who has taken time out of his or her life to read this story. And if no one's read it... I'd like to thank myself because one would assume since I wrote it that I have read this fic. I'd also like to smack myself because in all actuality right now I should be studying for a biology test... I don't think anyone really cares about my issues, okay, and bye everyone!
~ ~ ~ ~ I don't own Sailor Moon. ~ ~ ~ ~
Last time...
"Clive, I'm taking my break, watch the counter will you," Serena said before Clive could give her whatever errand he had in mind.
Clive, taken aback at the coldness in her voice, simply nodded and watched her scurry outside.
~ ~ ~ ~
Serena grabbed her jacket and shoved the back door to the diner open. As she exited the door slammed shut behind her, sending some stay cats running out of the dumpster and down the back alley.
Serena was in a state of chaos. She watched her breath come out in small puffs. He was here. Serena leaned against the dirty brick wall. After everything that had happened...he was here. After that fateful day, she thought see would never see him again. She never dreamed she would look into his navy eyes and feel all the same emotions she did when she first fell in lo- began to care for him. She fondly remembered those days when she lo-cared for him in all her naiveté. Serena was hurt more than she could ever imagine in the end, but she wouldn't change the days they had spent together for anything. It might have been the best time of her life.
Looking around her at the deserted alley, Serena knew she might never experience such happiness again. What was she doing here? Her life used to be so carefree, but she had run away from it all. Was she really such a coward that she had to run away whenever problems came her way? Was she such a sissy that she would rather slave away in a third-class diner than deal with confrontation?
She wasn't going to run now; she had every right to be in that diner. He was the one who had come on to her turf, therefore he should be the one to have to run, not her. Serena steeled herself and pulled open the back door.
As she entered the kitchen, she wondered about Darien. Would he talk to her, acknowledge her? Would he pull her aside and beseech her to come back? More importantly, would she go back?
"Finally!' exclaimed Clive, "Some guy has been asking for coffee. Hurry up and serve him."
Serena rolled her eyes as her hung up her coat. Coming out of the kitchen Serena's eyes went straight to the bar stool that Darien had sat in. He was gone. She looked around the diner, hoping he sat at a table waiting for her. He had left. She looked again just to be sure that she hadn't missed him. He had really left. Serena felt strangely let down. He had left. Did he feel nothing for her? Her heart...hurt. It left a strange feeling in her chest. For the second time that day, she wished she could go home and cry.
Sighing, Serena picked up the worn coffee pot and made her way around to the tables.
'Maybe I'm going crazy. Maybe he was never really here.' Serena pondered, "Of course. I subconsciously missed him so much that I imagined him here. What would he be doing here anyways? I've just being drinking too much coffee.'
Serena's face paled as she walked back to the counter. She found a neatly folded piece of paper with her name on it, and a ten-dollar tip. He had really being there and left without a word.
Disgusted, Serena shoved the ten dollars into the charity can. She didn't need his money. She gazed at the paper, recognizing it to be a napkin from the diner. She looked at the printing that graced the top of it. Sloppy letters formed the word 'Serena.' That was strange; he was usually so neat with his printing.
Serena didn't touch the folded napkin. She couldn't.
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Darien walked down the road in confusion. Why was she here? What the hell was she doing? If she was living in the poverty that was rampant in this town...he had to get her to come back. He had never wanted her to leave. He had a feeling she would toss his note out without looking at it. He didn't even know why had had even written it. Dammit! He didn't even know what the hell he was even doing anymore. Darien wasn't in control and that bothered him. Should he leave? Was she happy in her life or should he confront her and tell her to come back with him?
It had all ended on such bad terms. He shivered remembering the last days they had been together. So much hurt. Darien wasn't even sure if he wanted to unearth all the pain. Maybe they were better going their separate ways.
Darien suddenly stopped walking. Where was he? His car was still at the diner; he would have to go back for it.
Sighing, he stopped and retraced his steps to diner. Darien glanced at his watch; it was already 6:30. With all of this Serena stuff, he had forgot why he had even come here. He remembered the day she left him clearly. She had walked away and he had just stood there and let her. He never even went after her. He felt guilty that the way he had found her was on a business trip, he should have kept searching for her.
Up end of the street, he saw his Mercedes parked in the decrepit parking lot. Reaching the silver car, Darien pulled the keys out of his pocket and began to unlock the door. He stopped and placed the keys back into his pocket. Cautiously he approached the diner and looked through the grime-covered window. Serena was inside serving a customer.
Just looking at her made Darien realize how much he had missed her presence. Darien looked at her for a moment longer, memorizing her beautiful face and then turned around and drove away.
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Serena sighed. The diner had finally closed and she could go home. She walked over to the door and began putting on her jacket.
"Hey Serena, this is addressed to you! You want it or should I just toss it?" shouted Clive.
Serena hesitated a moment, but when she saw him opening it up, she ran over and snatched it from his hands.
Upon seeing the astonished look on his face, she hastily explained, "It's kind of private."
Clive didn't look very pleased, but he turned and walked back into the kitchen. Serena carefully stuffed the note into her coat pocket and exited the restaurant.
'It is getting cold,' though Serena as she pulled her coat a little closer and began to walk down the street faster. She didn't have a car for the simple fact that she couldn't afford one. Serena knew that nothing would happen to her in this small town, but still a little bit of fear tinged her nightly walk home. Serena continued to walk at her brisk pace until she reached an old brick apartment building. Serena entered and walked the 6 floors required to reach her apartment.
Serena was slightly winded as she reached her floor. She walked down the narrow and poorly carpeted hallway, relieved to be home. She didn't even want to think back to what had happened during the day. Serena reached her apartment and began to search for her keys in the abyss know as her purse. She finally found the key and inserted it into the door. It opened easily. Serena stepped into her apartment and for a moment, all was silent except the incessant buzz of the florescent lights above. A moment later, the silence was shattered by an infant's cry.
Weariness took over as she walked over to the nursery. She really didn't have enough energy to put up with this. Walking on the peeling linoleum, Serena tripped over a stuffed doll and fell to the floor in a string of curses.
Could her day get any worse? She was almost fired and then Darien showed up, and then he left and now she had a crying baby to deal with.
Oh lord, she hadn't even started to obsess over Darien and already she was about to throw in the towel. Another cry pieced the air. First things first, she had to see about the baby.
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Darien had finished his work for the day. He sat in his hotel room wallowing in the dark. A full moon sat low in the sky to keep him company.
Had she even read his note?
Darien kicked a dimly lit shoe and cursed. First, he had to call Serena's parents and let them know he had found their daughter. Next, he had to find her and take her back home, where she belonged.
Picking up the phone, he called Serena's old house, a number he had memorized by heart.
He could not understand why he had fled the diner. Was he really such a coward he would run away from his problems? His heart twisted in pain; Serena wasn't a problem, how could he call her a problem? She was one of the best things that had ever happen to him before...
"Hello?" Darien replied as someone picked up the phone, "Yes, it's me...no, I'm not back yet, but I'm calling for a different reason...I've found your daughter Mr. Tsukino."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ All right all done!! Short, I know, but eh. Let me know what you think about the story so far. Email me at Smarties_155@hotmail.com I accept any comments or criticism. I'd like to thank anyone who has taken time out of his or her life to read this story. And if no one's read it... I'd like to thank myself because one would assume since I wrote it that I have read this fic. I'd also like to smack myself because in all actuality right now I should be studying for a biology test... I don't think anyone really cares about my issues, okay, and bye everyone!