Title: Say "I love you"
Author: Usagi San
Email: chiba_serena@hotmail.com
Part: chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon, or any of its characters. But I do
own Zandus, though who would want to take that evil man I'll never
know.

AN: Ok, this chapter is posted! Yay! Ok, in response to some of the
questions that were asked about Zandus. First of all, he and Neal
weren't meant to have anything to do with the generals. That their
name starts with the same letter as the generals did is just a
coincidence. Second, lots of people were asking me, who is Zandus?
Well, the answer to that question lies in this chapter!

Chapter 3

Cold eyes regarded Darien with fake pleasure.

"Hello Darien. How nice to see you here. It's been a
long time since we last seen each other."

The cold eyes left Darien and settled on Serena.

"Serena! What a lovely surprise!" Zandus smiled a lecherous
smile as his eyes gave Serena an appraising look, taking in
the mature figure and smooth, flawless skin. The last time he
had seen her, she had been a mere duckling. Now, she has turned
into a swan.

The lecherous look did not go unnoticed by Darien, whose hands
clenched tighter around the edge of the table.

"Zandus," the name was said coolly. Serena knew the kind of person that
Zandus was: a smooth talker and disgusting man. A long time ago, when
Serena used to visit Neal Netherlend, she had met Zandus. She had seen
with her own eyes the horrible way that he had treated his maid, servant,
secretary, even his own mother. Even now, she marveled that this cruel
man could be Neal's brother.

"It's such a pity you and my brother Neal didn't end up together." Zandus
threw a glance at Darien and lifted a brow. "But then again, I guess you've
always had a preference for…richer guys."

Darien snapped. The last of his patience and control gone, he leaped up and,
running over, landed a solid punch directly on Zandus's smirking face.

Grunting in pain, Zandus retaliated by jabbing a fist in Darien's
stomach, knocking the air out of him. With murder in his eyes,
Darien grabbed Zandus by his expensive shirt collar and
proceeded to beat the crap out of him.

Sernea paled at the scene before her. Right in front of her disbelieving
eyes, Zandus's hands reached over and closed over Darien's throat. And
squeezed. With a cry, Serena ran over and grabbed Zandus's arm, trying
unsuccessfully to pry his fingers from Darien's throat. Just then, security
guards swarmed the restaurant and pulled Zandus away from Darien. A
lecture and fine followed while Darien and Zandus glared at each
other, both bruised, battered, black-eyed, and bleeding.

"Oh Darien!" Serena rushed forward and took hold of his right hand
which was bloody and ripped. Keeping a napkin over the wound
to stop the flow of blood, she put her left arm around his waist to
support him and led him out of the restaurant. Only after tugging on
his arm a few times very firmly did Darien finally allow her to
lead him out of the restaurant. Both paid no heed to Zandus's pitiful
crying and threatening speech.

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Quietly, Serena closed the door to her house and stepped out of
the high-heel shoes. She looked around and saw that Darien had
already make himself comfortable on the expensive leather sofa
in the living room. Sympathy rose as she watched him tried
unsuccessfully to suppress a grimace of pain. Walking over,
she knelt down in front of him and gently cupped his face with
both her hands.

"Why did you have to rise to his insults Darien?"

Darien stubbornly remained silent, refusing to indulge her with
the reason his self-control had gone out the door, and in public
no less.

Anger was quick to surface, chasing away worry and sympathy.
Dropping her hands, she placed them on her hips and stood up,
looming over him.

Meanwhile, Darien was getting a great view since the shirt that
Serena was wearing had a wide collar that drooped open when
Serena leaned over. Noticing his gaze, Serena looked down and
saw the object of Darien's intense attention. With a gasp, she
straightened and lifted her chin, refusing to acknowledge his
amused chuckle. She got back to her former subject.

"How could you be so irresponsible?" When Darien still wouldn't
respond, Serena reached down and grabbed a fistful of his shirt.
"Argh! Answer my question damn it! Don't you dare close yourself
off!"

"Which question?" Darien asked coolly, getting angry himself.

Refusing the urge to tear at her hair, Serena shouted, "the first one!
Why did you lose your cool?"

"Because of you!"

Serena felt confused. "What?"

"Because she insulted you," he spoke more quietly. "He said you ended
up me because I'm rich. He made you out to be a gold-digger, a
money-grabbing opportunist, when you're nothing of that sort. Hell,
you're not even romantically involved with me."

As quickly as it had appeared, anger faded, leaving the two of them
staring at each other which silence lurked around them.

Finally, Serena whispered softly, "You did that for me?" She just couldn't
believe it.

Darien nodded.

Overwhelmed by gratitude and something she couldn't define, Serena
launched herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. Tears formed
at the corner of her eyes and she had to blink several times to contain
it.

Unused to the weight, Darien groaned, sprawled on the sofa with Serena
on top of him.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything, Serena," he said with some
humor, "but do you realized the position you are in?"

Serena raised her head and found herself just mere inches from Darien.
Her breath caught. Time seemed to stop as she gazed into his blue
eyes.

"Do you know what I do when a beautiful blond woman throws herself
into my arms?" Darien asked softly, his arm rested comfortably around
Serena's waist. When Serena could only shake her head, he smiled and
demonstrated his answer.

Lips met lips in a frantic mating of tongues. All the memories of the past
rushed through Serena's mind. Oh how she missed this. Her attraction
for Darien seemed so endless. After years of separation, he could still
reduce her to a puddle with his warm moist sensuous mouth. The familiar
rushing of blood, curling of stomach, and weakening of knees all came
back.

Groaning, Darien pressed closer, deeper. He couldn't get enough of her.
She was like an addictive drug. The sweet, warm silky mouth. He explored
her inner mouth, acquainting with each corner and each sensitive sweet
spot. None noticed the time passed by. None was aware of their surroundings.
All that they were aware of was each other. All they could think of was that
this was perfect, this was right.

This was heaven.


End of chapter 3

Ok, is this chapter good or bad? Please email me or review me and tell
me! I just want to thank all the people who did email and/or reviewed
me. I really appreciate it! Originally, I wasn't going to post this chapter
until next week. But after seeing so much comments about this story,
well, I decided to post this chapter early! Thanks again for supporting
this story. See you next time, and I hope you've enjoyed this chapter.

-Usagi San