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Disclaimer: Even if these are annoying, I missed writing them. *Looks at savings account* Does it look like I can afford to own Sailor Moon? Course not. That means I can't afford to get sued either. So here you go, no I don't own Sailor Moon.
Bounded to Mercy
Chapter 2
Here I was. Handcuffed to my worst enemy, and worse there was no way to get the handcuffs off.
Darien was muttering under his breath, all the while dragging me toward his apartment as fast as he could.
"Can't you walk a little faster, Meatball head?" He asked crossly.
I began to get angry.
"Listen you jerk, first off your going way to fast and hurting my wrist. So you shouldn't be complaining. And second, do you think it's a good idea to go to your apartment? Can I really trust you?" I asked, knowing that would tick him off.
I noticed his cheek twitching. I could tell he was trying his best to be patient. There was no reason not to trust him. Darien could be a jerk, but he never did anything to suggest he was a weirdo creep. But it was still funny to see him lose his cool.
"If you have any better ideas, please go ahead and tell me otherwise. And I promise you, your the last thing I'd ever want to touch." He said with a disgusted face.
That hurt, I don't know why, but that REALLY hurt. I remained quiet the rest of the way.
Darien seemed to be thinking of a way to get the handcuffs off. We finally reached his apartment, and went up silently up the elevators and into his own place.
I looked around. Not a bad place. And it was all nice and neat! Who would have thought a single guy like Darien would have a clean looking place!
Darien seemed to still be in his own world and nearly pulled me down when he turned to go into what appeared to be his kitchen.
"Ow! Watch it!" I said, rubbing my sore wrist.
Darien jumped. He must have forgotten I was behind him, since I hadn't spoken a word since he snapped at me.
"Ack, sorry Serena."
I merely nodded and looked around, trying to avert my gaze away from his piercing blue eyes. Why did I start noticing his eyes? I mentally shrug off the thought.
"Umm, Darien what are we going to do?" I asked.
Darien shook his head. "I don't know. I really don't know."
"What if we try a locksmith or something?" I suggested.
Darien's eyes widened and he smiled. "Yeah, not a bad idea Meatball head!"
"OK, let's get one thing straight. It's S-E-R-E-N-A. Let's say it together. SERENA. For the rest of the time I'm stuck with you, it's Serena."
Darien chuckled. "All right, Serena. A temporary truce right?"
"Right."
He guided me toward the couch. He sat down, and I sat down next to him. He reached over and grabbed the phone. He called the locksmith. I sat there happily, waiting for Darien to arrange the locksmith to come and get these cuffs off. I sat back in my seat and sighed and looked toward Darien. He was busy trying to contact the locksmith, and wasn't aware I was observing him. He sure was cute.
Where did that come from? I shook my head.
Darien, Mr. Concieted Jerk? CUTE?
I looked at him again and my heart nearly fluttered. Yes, he was cute. More like gorgoeus. I never looked at him like this before. I wasn't sure I was happy about it.
I shook my head again and sat back up, as Darien slammed the phone down.
"What happened?" I asked.
Darien sighed. "Looks like the locksmith is off for the weekend. The one in Juuban at least."
"Now what?"
"I don't know Serena. We can't go out like this. I guess the safe thing to do is for you to stay here."
"WHAT?! No way am I going to stay here an entire weekend! Not here with you!" I nearly shouted.
"Serena, there's no other choice."
"Well what about my parents? What should I tell them?"
Darien thought for a moment. "Tell the your sleeping over a friend's house for the weekend and that you'll come back Monday afternoon after school. Then call one of your little friends and tell them to cover for you."
I glared at him for the little friend comment. "Watch what you say about my friends. At least I have friends. You don't even have a social life."
"I so do have a social life." He said a bit matter-of-factly.
"Name one person you hang out with, and don't say Andrew." I added.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"HA! Told ya!" I said happily.
"Well I have a good excuse. I go to school in order to do something with my life. Unlike you. Your life is surrounded by food and comic books. That'll take you far in life. Ten, twenty years from now you'll be all alone, fat and unemployed."
Now it was my turn to be speechless. My eyes stung with tears. I was NOT going to let him get to me. I was NOT going to cry in front of him. I turned my head and the tears slipped out.
I heard Darien groan softly.
"Oh, Serena--" He started.
"No Darien. I think you said enough." I managed to say, before more tears slipped out and I began to sob.
Darien comforted me, and let me cry on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Serena. I shouldn't have said that." He said softly. I just stood there in his arms, my face hidden in his shoulder. I looked up at him after awhile and my lips parted. He looked tenderly into my eyes. His face began to move closer to my face. I saw his lips, and slowly shut my eyes. That's when the phone rang. I gasped and Darien turned away from me blushing.
"Ahem, I better get that." He said.
I nodded and we walked over to the phone. I became aware that this handcuffed thing was not going to go easy. I took in a breath of air. My face felt damp and I felt hot. Either I was still angry, or feeling very flushed with the near kiss episode before.
"Hey Andy." I heard Darien.
I casually listened to his conversation. He didn't dare mention he was handcuffed to me, and I was pleased to see he was looking at me and our wrists with the corner of his eyes as he talked on with Andrew.
I sighed when he finally hung up.
"Darien, let me call my mom before it gets any later and she starts to worry."
Darien nodded and gestured to the phone.
I called my mom and told her I'd be staying over my friend, Molly's house, and would be coming home Monday afternoon. She seemd a bit surprised, but nevertheless enthusiastic over my plans. She told me to have a good time and to be careful. As I hung up the phone I smiled. I loved my mom so much, see could be so cool sometimes. Then I called Molly and told her to cover for me if my mom called. I asked her not to ask me why, just to trust me. Molly was a bit worried, but trusted me, nonetheless.
I hung up and turned to face Darien. He had been staring at me, and I blushed. His face turned red.
"Uh..are you hungry? I could make you something."
Just then my stomach growled. He laughed. "I guess your stomach heard me."
I smiled and walked with him into the kitchen.
His kitchen was small, but still was neat as a pin. He managed to fit a small table with a couple of chairs.
We managed to move around each other, as we made dinner. We sat next to each other and did the best to feed ourselves. It was a bit considering since Darien was right handed and that was the hand that was hancuffed to my left hand. I laughed as he tried to feed himself with his left hand, and missed.
"Here let me help." I said, grabbing his fork and feeding him. I fed him silently as he looked at me with a passive look in his eyes. I was getting used to those blue eyes of his watching me tenderly. I wonder what he was thinking.
We finally finished our meals and even did the dishes! Who would have thought a small task of washing dishes would be so difficult!
"Why don't we watch some TV?" Darien suggested. I was about to nod my head in agreement, when I stopped.
"What's the matter, Serena?"
"Uh, Darien...I gotta go to the bathroom." I said.
Here ya go! Watch out for more of "Bounded to Mercy."
Disclaimer: Even if these are annoying, I missed writing them. *Looks at savings account* Does it look like I can afford to own Sailor Moon? Course not. That means I can't afford to get sued either. So here you go, no I don't own Sailor Moon.
Bounded to Mercy
Chapter 2
Here I was. Handcuffed to my worst enemy, and worse there was no way to get the handcuffs off.
Darien was muttering under his breath, all the while dragging me toward his apartment as fast as he could.
"Can't you walk a little faster, Meatball head?" He asked crossly.
I began to get angry.
"Listen you jerk, first off your going way to fast and hurting my wrist. So you shouldn't be complaining. And second, do you think it's a good idea to go to your apartment? Can I really trust you?" I asked, knowing that would tick him off.
I noticed his cheek twitching. I could tell he was trying his best to be patient. There was no reason not to trust him. Darien could be a jerk, but he never did anything to suggest he was a weirdo creep. But it was still funny to see him lose his cool.
"If you have any better ideas, please go ahead and tell me otherwise. And I promise you, your the last thing I'd ever want to touch." He said with a disgusted face.
That hurt, I don't know why, but that REALLY hurt. I remained quiet the rest of the way.
Darien seemed to be thinking of a way to get the handcuffs off. We finally reached his apartment, and went up silently up the elevators and into his own place.
I looked around. Not a bad place. And it was all nice and neat! Who would have thought a single guy like Darien would have a clean looking place!
Darien seemed to still be in his own world and nearly pulled me down when he turned to go into what appeared to be his kitchen.
"Ow! Watch it!" I said, rubbing my sore wrist.
Darien jumped. He must have forgotten I was behind him, since I hadn't spoken a word since he snapped at me.
"Ack, sorry Serena."
I merely nodded and looked around, trying to avert my gaze away from his piercing blue eyes. Why did I start noticing his eyes? I mentally shrug off the thought.
"Umm, Darien what are we going to do?" I asked.
Darien shook his head. "I don't know. I really don't know."
"What if we try a locksmith or something?" I suggested.
Darien's eyes widened and he smiled. "Yeah, not a bad idea Meatball head!"
"OK, let's get one thing straight. It's S-E-R-E-N-A. Let's say it together. SERENA. For the rest of the time I'm stuck with you, it's Serena."
Darien chuckled. "All right, Serena. A temporary truce right?"
"Right."
He guided me toward the couch. He sat down, and I sat down next to him. He reached over and grabbed the phone. He called the locksmith. I sat there happily, waiting for Darien to arrange the locksmith to come and get these cuffs off. I sat back in my seat and sighed and looked toward Darien. He was busy trying to contact the locksmith, and wasn't aware I was observing him. He sure was cute.
Where did that come from? I shook my head.
Darien, Mr. Concieted Jerk? CUTE?
I looked at him again and my heart nearly fluttered. Yes, he was cute. More like gorgoeus. I never looked at him like this before. I wasn't sure I was happy about it.
I shook my head again and sat back up, as Darien slammed the phone down.
"What happened?" I asked.
Darien sighed. "Looks like the locksmith is off for the weekend. The one in Juuban at least."
"Now what?"
"I don't know Serena. We can't go out like this. I guess the safe thing to do is for you to stay here."
"WHAT?! No way am I going to stay here an entire weekend! Not here with you!" I nearly shouted.
"Serena, there's no other choice."
"Well what about my parents? What should I tell them?"
Darien thought for a moment. "Tell the your sleeping over a friend's house for the weekend and that you'll come back Monday afternoon after school. Then call one of your little friends and tell them to cover for you."
I glared at him for the little friend comment. "Watch what you say about my friends. At least I have friends. You don't even have a social life."
"I so do have a social life." He said a bit matter-of-factly.
"Name one person you hang out with, and don't say Andrew." I added.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"HA! Told ya!" I said happily.
"Well I have a good excuse. I go to school in order to do something with my life. Unlike you. Your life is surrounded by food and comic books. That'll take you far in life. Ten, twenty years from now you'll be all alone, fat and unemployed."
Now it was my turn to be speechless. My eyes stung with tears. I was NOT going to let him get to me. I was NOT going to cry in front of him. I turned my head and the tears slipped out.
I heard Darien groan softly.
"Oh, Serena--" He started.
"No Darien. I think you said enough." I managed to say, before more tears slipped out and I began to sob.
Darien comforted me, and let me cry on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Serena. I shouldn't have said that." He said softly. I just stood there in his arms, my face hidden in his shoulder. I looked up at him after awhile and my lips parted. He looked tenderly into my eyes. His face began to move closer to my face. I saw his lips, and slowly shut my eyes. That's when the phone rang. I gasped and Darien turned away from me blushing.
"Ahem, I better get that." He said.
I nodded and we walked over to the phone. I became aware that this handcuffed thing was not going to go easy. I took in a breath of air. My face felt damp and I felt hot. Either I was still angry, or feeling very flushed with the near kiss episode before.
"Hey Andy." I heard Darien.
I casually listened to his conversation. He didn't dare mention he was handcuffed to me, and I was pleased to see he was looking at me and our wrists with the corner of his eyes as he talked on with Andrew.
I sighed when he finally hung up.
"Darien, let me call my mom before it gets any later and she starts to worry."
Darien nodded and gestured to the phone.
I called my mom and told her I'd be staying over my friend, Molly's house, and would be coming home Monday afternoon. She seemd a bit surprised, but nevertheless enthusiastic over my plans. She told me to have a good time and to be careful. As I hung up the phone I smiled. I loved my mom so much, see could be so cool sometimes. Then I called Molly and told her to cover for me if my mom called. I asked her not to ask me why, just to trust me. Molly was a bit worried, but trusted me, nonetheless.
I hung up and turned to face Darien. He had been staring at me, and I blushed. His face turned red.
"Uh..are you hungry? I could make you something."
Just then my stomach growled. He laughed. "I guess your stomach heard me."
I smiled and walked with him into the kitchen.
His kitchen was small, but still was neat as a pin. He managed to fit a small table with a couple of chairs.
We managed to move around each other, as we made dinner. We sat next to each other and did the best to feed ourselves. It was a bit considering since Darien was right handed and that was the hand that was hancuffed to my left hand. I laughed as he tried to feed himself with his left hand, and missed.
"Here let me help." I said, grabbing his fork and feeding him. I fed him silently as he looked at me with a passive look in his eyes. I was getting used to those blue eyes of his watching me tenderly. I wonder what he was thinking.
We finally finished our meals and even did the dishes! Who would have thought a small task of washing dishes would be so difficult!
"Why don't we watch some TV?" Darien suggested. I was about to nod my head in agreement, when I stopped.
"What's the matter, Serena?"
"Uh, Darien...I gotta go to the bathroom." I said.
Here ya go! Watch out for more of "Bounded to Mercy."
