Note: Uh...hi? I've resurfaced again...Um...don't hate me?
Disclaimer: These things are soooo silly. I DON'T OWN SAILOR MOON!!! Never will!!!
Damaged
by Emme
Part Three
Clad in a scuffed black leather jacket and ripped jeans, Darien Reece knew he looked
the part of the stereotypical bad boy. And perhaps he was. He was certainly
having bad thoughts right now, he mused as he lifted up his helmet slightly and
returned the sultry gaze of the twenty-something brunette to his right. Experience
gleamed in her eyes and Darien reveled in the knowledge that, if he were to accept
her silent offer, he would be in for an extremely enjoyable night. However, he merely
shook his head and chuckled.
He had no intention of being in the shiny suburbia that was Whitman Heights for
that long. He had barely stomached it during the twelve years he had lived here and certainly
wouldn't be able to do so now that he had gotten a taste of the REAL world. Everything and everyone
was just so incredibly fake. He would simply finish his business with his uncle and take off.
Just the way the two of them had always preferred to do things.
Giving the sexy brunette another roguish grin, he settled the helmet back on his
head. Without giving her a second glance, he zoomed off to the right toward his old home. In her
elegant Lexus, the brunette pouted.
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Half an hour later, Darien found himself sitting in his uncle's opulent library, a glass
of cognac in one hand, "very important information," as his uncle had put it, in the other. As
for the man himself, he was pacing angrily across the lush Persian carpet. Darien followed his
movements with unconcealed amusement.
"I don't know what you find so amusing, Darien. The university is threatening to expel you.
In fact, you would have already been expelled had it not been my generous donations."
Darien didn't blink. He already knew this shit.
"There's no reason for you to be performing so poorly. You're smart enough. You've always
been smart. Don't screw your life up." His uncle stopped and shot him with a death glare. "Well,
have you anything to say?"
Darien smiled lazily. "It's just not my thing. You know, school."
Damon Reece stalked over to his dead brother's son and ripped the glass of cognac out of his
hands. In a fit of fury, he threw it into the fireplace. He didn't know what to do with the boy.
He hadn't asked to become a parent.
Again, Darien didn't flinch. He was very well acquainted with the infamous temper that all
Reece men possessed.
"What the hell would your parents have said to your behavior?" Damon bit out.
"Nothing. They're dead." He had barely gotten his sentence out when he found himself against
the wall, his uncles hands tight on his collar. "You ungrateful bastard! Don't you ever talk like that
about your parents, you hear me?" Meeting his uncle's furious glance dead on, Darien calmly removed the
threatening vices around his neck. "You're going to transfer here. Under my watch. You'll be diligent.
You'll do well. You'll be a virtual nerd if necessary. And more importantly, you'll graduate.
"And if I don't?" Darien asked softly.
The answer was swift. "I'll cut you off without a penny. And what's more, I'll do everything in
my power to make sure you don't get a decent job in this or any other town."
"You'd ruin my life?"
"To save it, yes."
Darien nodded after a pregnant silence. "I'll do it."
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It was becoming remarkably long. Almost impossibly so. Such a marvel. In fact,
it was a wonder how it managed to stay attached. Really it should have fallen by now,
Serena mused as she stared at Todd Schneider's apparent attempt to break the world record
for the longest pencil shaving. Cocking her head, she peered as he made the last two
twists needed to bring the end of the shaving to the floor.
"Amazing, isn't it," Lita said wryly, noticing Serena's lack of attention to the
student teacher. "Such ingenuity." Lita closed her eyes in shook her head in pretend
wonder. "That kid'll be a millionaire someday."
"Huh?" Serena looked to Lita, the spell broken. "Did you say something?"
Lita only laughed and shook her chestnut curls. "Nevermind. I'd pay attention if
I were you. We're supposed to have a test on this stuff sometime next week."
"I am."
"Oh yeah? Then what'd Mr. Sorenson just say?"
"Yes, Miss Weston, just what did I say?"
Serena suddenly found all eyes on her at the student teacher's question. ***Oh, Shit***
She balked internally and swallowed as she stared into the expectant narrowed eyes.
"Ummm..." Quickly, she reviewed the last few minutes in her head, praying that at least
an iota of knowledge had somehow slipped into her head during her comatose state. She
could vaguely remember something about a Greek guy who wrote a play...or something.
Who the hell was it? Soph something. Soph...Soph...Sophocles! That was it! "Sophocles!"
She blurted out in desperation.
"Yes, Miss Weston, you're right. I was discussing Sophocles. Glad you're with us and
thank you for your enthusiasm." He waited for the chuckling to subside. "Now, will you kindly tell
us your thoughts on "Oedipus Rex?"
Shit. She smiled wryly...just another typical day...
Disclaimer: These things are soooo silly. I DON'T OWN SAILOR MOON!!! Never will!!!
Damaged
by Emme
Part Three
Clad in a scuffed black leather jacket and ripped jeans, Darien Reece knew he looked
the part of the stereotypical bad boy. And perhaps he was. He was certainly
having bad thoughts right now, he mused as he lifted up his helmet slightly and
returned the sultry gaze of the twenty-something brunette to his right. Experience
gleamed in her eyes and Darien reveled in the knowledge that, if he were to accept
her silent offer, he would be in for an extremely enjoyable night. However, he merely
shook his head and chuckled.
He had no intention of being in the shiny suburbia that was Whitman Heights for
that long. He had barely stomached it during the twelve years he had lived here and certainly
wouldn't be able to do so now that he had gotten a taste of the REAL world. Everything and everyone
was just so incredibly fake. He would simply finish his business with his uncle and take off.
Just the way the two of them had always preferred to do things.
Giving the sexy brunette another roguish grin, he settled the helmet back on his
head. Without giving her a second glance, he zoomed off to the right toward his old home. In her
elegant Lexus, the brunette pouted.
*********************************************************************************************
Half an hour later, Darien found himself sitting in his uncle's opulent library, a glass
of cognac in one hand, "very important information," as his uncle had put it, in the other. As
for the man himself, he was pacing angrily across the lush Persian carpet. Darien followed his
movements with unconcealed amusement.
"I don't know what you find so amusing, Darien. The university is threatening to expel you.
In fact, you would have already been expelled had it not been my generous donations."
Darien didn't blink. He already knew this shit.
"There's no reason for you to be performing so poorly. You're smart enough. You've always
been smart. Don't screw your life up." His uncle stopped and shot him with a death glare. "Well,
have you anything to say?"
Darien smiled lazily. "It's just not my thing. You know, school."
Damon Reece stalked over to his dead brother's son and ripped the glass of cognac out of his
hands. In a fit of fury, he threw it into the fireplace. He didn't know what to do with the boy.
He hadn't asked to become a parent.
Again, Darien didn't flinch. He was very well acquainted with the infamous temper that all
Reece men possessed.
"What the hell would your parents have said to your behavior?" Damon bit out.
"Nothing. They're dead." He had barely gotten his sentence out when he found himself against
the wall, his uncles hands tight on his collar. "You ungrateful bastard! Don't you ever talk like that
about your parents, you hear me?" Meeting his uncle's furious glance dead on, Darien calmly removed the
threatening vices around his neck. "You're going to transfer here. Under my watch. You'll be diligent.
You'll do well. You'll be a virtual nerd if necessary. And more importantly, you'll graduate.
"And if I don't?" Darien asked softly.
The answer was swift. "I'll cut you off without a penny. And what's more, I'll do everything in
my power to make sure you don't get a decent job in this or any other town."
"You'd ruin my life?"
"To save it, yes."
Darien nodded after a pregnant silence. "I'll do it."
*********************************************************************************************************
It was becoming remarkably long. Almost impossibly so. Such a marvel. In fact,
it was a wonder how it managed to stay attached. Really it should have fallen by now,
Serena mused as she stared at Todd Schneider's apparent attempt to break the world record
for the longest pencil shaving. Cocking her head, she peered as he made the last two
twists needed to bring the end of the shaving to the floor.
"Amazing, isn't it," Lita said wryly, noticing Serena's lack of attention to the
student teacher. "Such ingenuity." Lita closed her eyes in shook her head in pretend
wonder. "That kid'll be a millionaire someday."
"Huh?" Serena looked to Lita, the spell broken. "Did you say something?"
Lita only laughed and shook her chestnut curls. "Nevermind. I'd pay attention if
I were you. We're supposed to have a test on this stuff sometime next week."
"I am."
"Oh yeah? Then what'd Mr. Sorenson just say?"
"Yes, Miss Weston, just what did I say?"
Serena suddenly found all eyes on her at the student teacher's question. ***Oh, Shit***
She balked internally and swallowed as she stared into the expectant narrowed eyes.
"Ummm..." Quickly, she reviewed the last few minutes in her head, praying that at least
an iota of knowledge had somehow slipped into her head during her comatose state. She
could vaguely remember something about a Greek guy who wrote a play...or something.
Who the hell was it? Soph something. Soph...Soph...Sophocles! That was it! "Sophocles!"
She blurted out in desperation.
"Yes, Miss Weston, you're right. I was discussing Sophocles. Glad you're with us and
thank you for your enthusiasm." He waited for the chuckling to subside. "Now, will you kindly tell
us your thoughts on "Oedipus Rex?"
Shit. She smiled wryly...just another typical day...