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* "Want to tell me why you called Tuxedo Mask Darien?" Sailor Mars asked her seriously. *
Sailor Moon turned scarlet in her cheeks as she turned and faced an angry looking Sailor Mars. She began to speak but found her throat completely dry.
"Well, um, you see he was um, at the Arcade! Yeah that's it! He and I were fighting at the arcade and I was so steamed about it and well Tuxedo Mask just reminded me of him cause they look a little alike!" she finished in a huffed breath. She then thought in her head, "Hmm, a little alike, they look so similar I can't believe I was so blind not to notice it before."
"Well you finally realized that my Darien is cute? Too late Serena, you had your chance. He is mine, all one hundred percent of him from his gorgeous silky black hair to his beautiful ocean blue eyes. Mine!" Raye said, for she had detransformed.
Serena winced at her comrade's harsh words. It was apparent that Raye was the only one interested in a relationship. Darien was just the poor fellow she had fallen for, and fallen for hard. Darien, the jerk, no the handsome jerk who just happens to save her whenever she needed him. So maybe she could fall for the guy too. She turned and walked away from the still fuming and raving ebony haired girl behind her.
Serena kept walking as she began thinking about all of her encounters with Darien and Tuxedo Mask. When she first met him she thought he was an arrogant, jerk, but very cute! Then she had met him later and he was her savior with his roses. Devastatingly handsome in his black tuxedo and the white mask that masked his true identity. But no longer, she knew who was the man behind the mask. She knew that her archenemy was her crush.
She recalled her later encounters with him when she had met some of her fellow scouts. They had gone to fight Jadeite and Tuxedo Mask showed up and saved them all from being squashed by an airplane. Then he had fought head to head with Jadeite and had almost been drowned by the Negaverse general. She had been extremely worried about her savior. Had she known it was Darien would she still have been worried? She wasn't exactly sure how to approach him. She knew something about him that even he didn't know himself.
She tripped on the sidewalk and fell to the ground. Every morning during their encounters he always looked tired and a little out of it, she had been tired but she at least knew why. She looked around her expectantly for him to appear. It seemed that whenever she was in her worst moment that he showed to taunt her, and to save her. He had risked his neck more times to save her than she could count. What if he found out that she was Sailor Moon, would he still save her?
She picked herself up from the ground when she saw Raye walking down the street clutching Darien's arm. It shouldn't have hurt but it did. They were dating, and he was her enemy so why did her heart start racing and she felt herself get a little weak in the knees. She should get over it, it wasn't right for her to be jealous, she should be happy they would be out of her hair.
Then she looked at the approaching couple. Raye looked as if she was in complete heaven, but Darien looked as if he was in hell. Raye was gripping his arm tightly and laying her head on his shoulder. Darien looked a little cramped and annoyed at her actions and Serena frowned. There was more to him than meets the eye that was for sure.
If anyone had ever told her that Darien was the man of her dreams she would laugh out loud. Darien looked weak, but under those clothes were muscles and nerves of steel. She thought of the first time she had been in his arms.
She felt warm, protected, and safe. He had picked her up and whisked her away from the battle. She doubted Raye had ever been that close to him, she inwardly smiled at that thought.
She knew that she had danced with him at the Masquerade Embassy Ball for Princess Diamond's ball, and that he had saved her. His strong arms had caught her and pulled her to safety, just like the previous nights at the elevator shaft when he had held on to the ledge. She tried to remember what happened after the ball though, she knew she had a drink. She remembered crashing into someone and then extreme warmth and safety.
She searched her memory for what had happened, she bumped into the person and then she felt warm arms carry her to the cool out door air. She remembered resting her head along the pillar on the balcony, but what happened next?
Her memories were foggy and she clenched her eyes shut to try and remember what had happened.
(Flashback)
She could feel the cold, hard stone pillar and bench that she rested on. Then she could feel a gentle caress of his gloved hand on her face. She looked into his warm dark blue eyes, familiar blue eyes. Warm lips touched her own. She felt his hands comb through her silky gold locks. She couldn't believe the feelings of warmth and security she felt in his arms. His lips locked with her own were sending shivers down her spine. Her whole body tingled with delight with his kiss and by just being close to him.
(End Flashback)
She stopped dead in her tracks. She had kissed Darien. No, correction, he had kissed her. No, that still wasn't right. Tuxedo Mask had kissed her at the Embassy Ball not knowing it was really her. Her thoughts continued to drift when she heard a faint sound.
"Meatball head! You alive, you in there?" a masculine voice questioned her.
"Yeah, geez! Meatball Head! Hello!" Raye stamped her foot in frustration.
"What?" she snapped her dazed self to look at Raye with her hands on her hips, she looked furious. "Did you say something Raye?" She continued to look around when she saw the arm that Raye had suddenly wrapped herself around. "Darien? What are you guys up too?" she began to blush as she looked at him. He looked extremely uncomfortable with Raye clutching onto his arm. She offered them a weak smile.
"Well Meatball Head, Darien and I were just discussing your," she paused and lifted one of Serena's pigtails, "hairstyle." She smiled smugly at Serena before wrapping her other arm around Darien. At this action Serena couldn't help frown.
Unbeknown to Serena, but Darien had seen how Raye had deliberately put Serena down. He also noticed how Serena had been really out of it since she saw him with Raye. He tried to pry Raye's grip from his arm. She was gripping extremely tight, and he wasn't really interested in her as a girlfriend or being in the middle of a tiff between friends.
"Uh, Raye? I gotta jet, um I guess I'll see you both later." He looked at Raye's upset face as he detached his arm from her grip. "See you around Meatball head!" He threw a wave over his shoulder. Both girls turned and watched his tall figure carry himself down the street. Two collective sighs were heard as they both turned to face each other.
* "Want to tell me why you called Tuxedo Mask Darien?" Sailor Mars asked her seriously. *
Sailor Moon turned scarlet in her cheeks as she turned and faced an angry looking Sailor Mars. She began to speak but found her throat completely dry.
"Well, um, you see he was um, at the Arcade! Yeah that's it! He and I were fighting at the arcade and I was so steamed about it and well Tuxedo Mask just reminded me of him cause they look a little alike!" she finished in a huffed breath. She then thought in her head, "Hmm, a little alike, they look so similar I can't believe I was so blind not to notice it before."
"Well you finally realized that my Darien is cute? Too late Serena, you had your chance. He is mine, all one hundred percent of him from his gorgeous silky black hair to his beautiful ocean blue eyes. Mine!" Raye said, for she had detransformed.
Serena winced at her comrade's harsh words. It was apparent that Raye was the only one interested in a relationship. Darien was just the poor fellow she had fallen for, and fallen for hard. Darien, the jerk, no the handsome jerk who just happens to save her whenever she needed him. So maybe she could fall for the guy too. She turned and walked away from the still fuming and raving ebony haired girl behind her.
Serena kept walking as she began thinking about all of her encounters with Darien and Tuxedo Mask. When she first met him she thought he was an arrogant, jerk, but very cute! Then she had met him later and he was her savior with his roses. Devastatingly handsome in his black tuxedo and the white mask that masked his true identity. But no longer, she knew who was the man behind the mask. She knew that her archenemy was her crush.
She recalled her later encounters with him when she had met some of her fellow scouts. They had gone to fight Jadeite and Tuxedo Mask showed up and saved them all from being squashed by an airplane. Then he had fought head to head with Jadeite and had almost been drowned by the Negaverse general. She had been extremely worried about her savior. Had she known it was Darien would she still have been worried? She wasn't exactly sure how to approach him. She knew something about him that even he didn't know himself.
She tripped on the sidewalk and fell to the ground. Every morning during their encounters he always looked tired and a little out of it, she had been tired but she at least knew why. She looked around her expectantly for him to appear. It seemed that whenever she was in her worst moment that he showed to taunt her, and to save her. He had risked his neck more times to save her than she could count. What if he found out that she was Sailor Moon, would he still save her?
She picked herself up from the ground when she saw Raye walking down the street clutching Darien's arm. It shouldn't have hurt but it did. They were dating, and he was her enemy so why did her heart start racing and she felt herself get a little weak in the knees. She should get over it, it wasn't right for her to be jealous, she should be happy they would be out of her hair.
Then she looked at the approaching couple. Raye looked as if she was in complete heaven, but Darien looked as if he was in hell. Raye was gripping his arm tightly and laying her head on his shoulder. Darien looked a little cramped and annoyed at her actions and Serena frowned. There was more to him than meets the eye that was for sure.
If anyone had ever told her that Darien was the man of her dreams she would laugh out loud. Darien looked weak, but under those clothes were muscles and nerves of steel. She thought of the first time she had been in his arms.
She felt warm, protected, and safe. He had picked her up and whisked her away from the battle. She doubted Raye had ever been that close to him, she inwardly smiled at that thought.
She knew that she had danced with him at the Masquerade Embassy Ball for Princess Diamond's ball, and that he had saved her. His strong arms had caught her and pulled her to safety, just like the previous nights at the elevator shaft when he had held on to the ledge. She tried to remember what happened after the ball though, she knew she had a drink. She remembered crashing into someone and then extreme warmth and safety.
She searched her memory for what had happened, she bumped into the person and then she felt warm arms carry her to the cool out door air. She remembered resting her head along the pillar on the balcony, but what happened next?
Her memories were foggy and she clenched her eyes shut to try and remember what had happened.
(Flashback)
She could feel the cold, hard stone pillar and bench that she rested on. Then she could feel a gentle caress of his gloved hand on her face. She looked into his warm dark blue eyes, familiar blue eyes. Warm lips touched her own. She felt his hands comb through her silky gold locks. She couldn't believe the feelings of warmth and security she felt in his arms. His lips locked with her own were sending shivers down her spine. Her whole body tingled with delight with his kiss and by just being close to him.
(End Flashback)
She stopped dead in her tracks. She had kissed Darien. No, correction, he had kissed her. No, that still wasn't right. Tuxedo Mask had kissed her at the Embassy Ball not knowing it was really her. Her thoughts continued to drift when she heard a faint sound.
"Meatball head! You alive, you in there?" a masculine voice questioned her.
"Yeah, geez! Meatball Head! Hello!" Raye stamped her foot in frustration.
"What?" she snapped her dazed self to look at Raye with her hands on her hips, she looked furious. "Did you say something Raye?" She continued to look around when she saw the arm that Raye had suddenly wrapped herself around. "Darien? What are you guys up too?" she began to blush as she looked at him. He looked extremely uncomfortable with Raye clutching onto his arm. She offered them a weak smile.
"Well Meatball Head, Darien and I were just discussing your," she paused and lifted one of Serena's pigtails, "hairstyle." She smiled smugly at Serena before wrapping her other arm around Darien. At this action Serena couldn't help frown.
Unbeknown to Serena, but Darien had seen how Raye had deliberately put Serena down. He also noticed how Serena had been really out of it since she saw him with Raye. He tried to pry Raye's grip from his arm. She was gripping extremely tight, and he wasn't really interested in her as a girlfriend or being in the middle of a tiff between friends.
"Uh, Raye? I gotta jet, um I guess I'll see you both later." He looked at Raye's upset face as he detached his arm from her grip. "See you around Meatball head!" He threw a wave over his shoulder. Both girls turned and watched his tall figure carry himself down the street. Two collective sighs were heard as they both turned to face each other.