Say "I Love You"
Usagi San
Disclaimer: don't own sailormoon


AN: Thanks for the many feedbacks and comments about my fic. I know that about 200 years had lapsed between the last chapter and this one, but please bear with me as I tend to have these moments where i just really don't want to write, and also don't know what to write. But this chapter IS out for your enjoyment! And it should also be a little longer than my previous chapters to make up for my laziness. So enjoy and please review/email me!
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Chapter 4
"Wait wait wait," with a groan, she pulled back from his sensual mouth, slapped a hand across his chest to prevent him from following her mouth, and leaned back to take a deep and much needed breath. This was getting way out of control. Where did her self control go? And her intelligence? Didn't she know that there was no future with this man, this man who can not even say the three most important words that exist between lovers?

Serena looked at the sexy man currently wearing a smug and very satisfied look on his face and suddenly had a feeling that if she wasn't more careful around this guy, she would end up repeating history. End up in the same position years ago that had resulted in a broken heart that even now had yet to completely mend. She can't take the risk again. She COULDN'T.

Unaware of her train of thought, Darien reached over and twirled a length of silky blond hair around his finger, savoring the smooth texture. God he missed this. He missed the time where he could freely touch any part of her that he desired, and they would have such a good time spending time together. They were crazy about each other and uncaring of who knows it. There was innocence in their feelings for each other, innocence in their physical relationship. It seemed unbelievable that such a perfect couple had ended so suddenly. Well he at least does not believe that that had been the end of it. It might shock her, but he had kept close watch on her over the years, rejoicing in the news that she hadn't married Neal, cursing every man who had the priviledge of going out with her, and sending death threats to all the men who looked like they might actually have a chance of being more than her friend. And wasn't he here trying to regain what had been lost to them that fateful day?

"We're over Darien. We can't get back to what we had before."

"I know that I made mistakes. But I also know the consequences of them. And I assure you, I will do whatever it takes to get you back."

"I don't need you."

The statement, said so coldly, so finally, had his eyes flashing angrily.
"You may not, but you will." And with that, he pushed himself up from the sofa and stalked out of the room, slaming the door with unnecessary force.

Alone, Serena sat down on the spot he had previously occupied, inhaled the lingering scent that was uniquely his, and thought about his parting words.

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After leaving Serena's place, Darien didn't immediately go home. Instead, he sought a way to vent his frustration and, unbelievably, heartache, by entering the nearest bar on the street and proceeding to get very very drunk.

It was quite simple, his mind thought now as he finished his 5th glass of martini in addition to the numerous cans of beer. All he had to do was mention his name, demande hard and heavy drinks, and within a few hours (felt like minutes to him, but he's not counting) he was uproaringly drunk and doesn't care who knows it.

"I don't wanna go home and you can't make me!" Darien slurred, waving his arm around in a feeble attempt to push away the two buff guards trying to stop him from drinking more liquor. They had no right to prevent a man from drinking whatever the hell he wants. This is a free country and damn it he had the money right? he is Darien Westly for heaven sake. Who's gonna accuse him of not having enough money to pay for a drink or two?

He must have said those out loud because the bartender, a scantily clad curvy redhead drawled out, "we know honey, and ain't nobody accusing you of having no mone. We're just worried about how you gonna get home tonight. This bar does close sometime you know."

"Don't wanna go home. Want Beer. Want SERENA." In his drunken state, Darien had no idea that he had just admited what he had tried to hide in the innermost of his heart. He may have tried to convince himself in the years since Serena had left with Neal that he had gotten over her. Afterall, one girl looks just like the other. So Serena was more than just a beautiful look. So he knows that she possessed an inner beauty that shines in her eyes. So she's funny and smart and makes him feel so alive whenever he's with her. So what? He can find another girl. And ain't life a bitch for he had found himself measuring every girl he saw with Serena-and none matched up.

The bartender, upon hearing something that her rich and sexy customer wanted something other than beer, immediately pounced on the name. "We'll ge tyou Serena as soon as you tell us how we can reach her."

"You know something?" Darien reached over, hooked an arm around the bartender, and pulled her close to whisper in her ears. "She don't need me, but I need her."

"That's nice but-" she was cut off when he took out his wallet with his free arm and pulled out a card. Wildly, he attempted to show her the card. She took it and saw that it was a picture of a pretty young blond with large clear blue eyes, a slight pout, sitting on a swing of what looked like a backyard. Underneath was the caption,

"Call Me! 040974"

"It's our Drunk-buddy card," Darien explained eagerly, convinced now that the whole world wants to hear his story and not at all shy about sharing it on the top of his voice. "See, she has a picture of me and my cell phone number, and I have this. The number, it's her cell phone number, is my birth date. We would call each other if the other is drinking and then needs to go somewhere." he paused, suddenly feeling an unexplainable, yet utterly painful sensation in his chest. "I kept mine, but I doubt that she kept hers." He lapsed into silence.

The bartender, overcome with sympathy, thought what a wonderful and sensitive guy this is, a rare gem, and envied the lucky girl in the picture. On impulse, she leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry Sugar, I'll help you get her." And praying that this blond girl still kept her cell phone number the same, she picked up the phone.

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Ten minutes later, a disgruntled, messy haired, heavy lidded Serena entered the bar and scanned the smoky place for the idiotic moron responsible for her currently awake at 3:30am dressed in her PJs with only a thin coat over it. Seeing him in an earnest conversation with the bartender did not help matters. She made her way over, heedless of the numerous cat calls and whistles, ignorant that the whole bar had heard at least part of her story with Darien, and grabbed Darien's arm. This was going to be a long night.

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It was when she had Darien stuffed in the passenger seat of her car that Serena realized that she didn't know where he lived. Groaning and cursing fate for forcing her to put up with useless drunk men, she reviewed her options and settled on taking him back to her place. It wasn't like she could just leave him her; he was still her client, if nothing else.

Glancing over, she noticed that he had already fallen asleep with a content smile on his face. It was a rare sight seeing Darien without his smirk, without his arogant stance and cynical eyes. The Darien currently asleep in her car was peacefull and pleasant, lost in his own world where he can do anything he wants.

With a sigh, Serena started her car and resigned herself to a restless night.

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Getting a drunken and sleeping man up three flights of stairs was hard work. But it was worse when said man's hands had a peculiar habbit of straying to her breasts and staying there. After brushing his arm away for the third time, Serena finally had him on that sofa. To her surprise, he immediately curled up and was in deep sleep once again. After getting a blanket and covering him, she went to her bedroom, got on her bed, and promptly fell asleep too.

Darien woke up feeling the whole population of China drilling needles into his head. Every tiny movement, even the act of opening his eyes, made the drilling motion increase speed. After a few more blinks of his eyes, he was finally able to fully open them and then wished he hadn't. Right in his face was Serena, dressed in a very colorful combination of shirt and skirt, with a wide cheerfull grin on her face.

"Go away, I want to sleep peacefully when I depart the world of the living." Darien grumbled, shutting his eyes once more.

"Nope, you do not get decide what you do when you drag me up at 3am and then make me drag you three floors. Either you go and take a shower, then take some asprins, or I start slamming doors and cupboards and get an urge to play on my drum."

Faced with a threat that was more than he can handle, Darien reluctantly dragged himself up and made his way into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror and saw to his horror perfect lipstick mark of the bartender's lovely mouth. Groaning softly, he wondered if Serena saw.

As though reading his thoughts, her voice floated over. "Yes I saw the lipstick mark but seeing as you are already experiencing the consequence of being in that place, I will overlook it."

And indeed she was right for he definitely was having one hell of a hangover. And, he thought rather annoyingly, it was all because of her.



end of chapter 4


ok, this chapter is a tad longer, so hope you've enjoyed it. I can't say when the next chapter is going to be out, but i'll try to get it out soon! Not making any promises though since I'm going on vacation on Thursday!! yay! that's why I wanted to write this chapter fast and get it posted before I go. Please review/email me and tell me what you thought of it and I do welcome suggestions.
bye for now
-Usagi San