CHAPTER 6
Serena's P.O.V. :
I couldn't believe my ears. Was this girl actually trying to steal Darien away from me? Even in ancient China, girls are still jealous of my boyfriend, I thought, disgusted at the chick's behavior. I mean, how desperate was that, trying to steal another girl's boyfriend away from her right in front of her face? Pathetic.
"What? This is my boyfriend. So back off." I pulled Darien towards me and looked up at him. "Tell her Darien. Tell her to leave." Strange, I thought, I don't remember Darien having a tan back in Tokyo.
Before he could say anything, the girl grabbed a hold onto his arm and pulled him towards her.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but this one is mine," she snapped, her dark green eyes emitting sparks. That was just fine with me. I could feel the sparks rising in my own eyes.
"No, he's coming with me." I pulled him back towards me.
"Didn't you hear me? He's mine!" The girl screamed.
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"ENOUGH!!!" We both turned to stare at Darien, who gently removed our hands from his arms and stepped back from us a little.
"Why can't we just talk about this, instead of playing tug-of-war with me as the rope?" he said. I folded my arms and waited for his explanation.
Behind me I heard Amy's somewhat awestruck voice mutter, "He even sounds like Darien."
I wheeled around to face her. "What are you talking about, Amy?" I shrieked. "Of course He sounds like himself! This IS Darien!"
She shook her head at me. "All right. What do you know that I don't?" I asked, calming myself with steady deep breathing.
"I'm sorry Serena, but this guy is not Darien," she said patiently.
"But how can you say that Ames? He--"
"I know. But he's not Darien."
"Then if he's not Darien, then what's he doing impersonating him? And who are you?!"
I directed my last question at the seemingly "fake" Darien and the girl who probably had something up her sleeve.
"Well, if you'll allow us to explain, then maybe we could clear things up," said the girl.
I opened my mouth to give that little wench a piece of my mind, but Amy clamped a hand over my mouth and nodded. "Please do," she said, looking as trustworthy as it was humanly possible to look.
"Well, first off, I'm Miaka Yûki, and this is Tamahome," began the brown haired girl, losing her scowl. She was about 3 inches taller than me, probably 5'1". Her hair was styled similarly to mine, as it was arranged on top of her head in, yup, you guessed it, two buns circled with two red ribbons. I fingered one of my ponytails and smiled, as is my usual fashion. If Miaka had the sense to pick up on such an awesome 'do, then she couldn't be all that bad.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly, "It's just that, well, my boyfriend is missing. But, it's kinda complicated..." Between the two of us, Amy and I told our story as quickly as possible. "So that's why we're here," Amy finished the story.
"Look at this, then you'll see why I thought that Tamahome was Darien," I added, pulling my wallet out of my pocket and extracting a picture and handing it to Miaka. She and Tamahome looked at it and I thought I would die of suppressed laughter at the way their eyes nearly popped out of their heads, they were so surprised.
"Oh my god, he exactly like you, Tamahome!" Miaka yelped, looking frantically back and forth at her boyfriend and the photo. That's right, her boyfriend, I thought sadly. I pushed it aside. We would find Darien. That much was true. Still, I was totally freaked at the resemblance.
Tamahome just stared at the picture, transfixed at what was his mirror image. For awhile he didn't speak. "Tamahome? Are you okay?" Miaka asked worriedly.
He started, them smiled as he answered, "Sorry. I was just thinking that this might have something to do with that strange message that Suboshi delivered yesterday from Yui."
Amy perked. "What was the message?" she asked quietly, yet inquisitively.
"It was really weird. It said that Yui was going to take Tamahome away from me," Miaka said, biting her lip. It somehow clicked with me that Yui must have been close to Miaka. Or maybe she still was. However, I had a hunch that Darien was somehow tied up in this.
I glanced at Amy, who nodded. "You have to let us come with you," I burst out. "I have a feeling that if we stick with you guys, at least for awhile, then we're sure to find Darien."
In turn, Miaka glanced at Tamahome, and they nodded simultaneously. "Sure, but just one thing."
I turned to Miaka. "And that would be... what?" I asked somewhat stupidly.
"It'll be pretty hard to work with you two if we don't know your names," Tamahome pointed out matter-of-factly. I blushed and Amy groaned. "I'm Amy Anderson and this is my friend Serena Tsukino. I apologize for our carelessness," she said, bowing politely. I followed suit. Boy, if this was how things were beginning, then I'll have lots of issues to deal with before we find Darien.
* IS THIS JUST THE BEGINNING OF SERENA'S TROUBLES? AND HOW ARE THE OTHERS FARING? FIND OUT IN CHAPTER 7! AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW, YA KNOW, JUST SO I KNOW WHO'S READING THIS. THANKS!!!
Serena's P.O.V. :
I couldn't believe my ears. Was this girl actually trying to steal Darien away from me? Even in ancient China, girls are still jealous of my boyfriend, I thought, disgusted at the chick's behavior. I mean, how desperate was that, trying to steal another girl's boyfriend away from her right in front of her face? Pathetic.
"What? This is my boyfriend. So back off." I pulled Darien towards me and looked up at him. "Tell her Darien. Tell her to leave." Strange, I thought, I don't remember Darien having a tan back in Tokyo.
Before he could say anything, the girl grabbed a hold onto his arm and pulled him towards her.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but this one is mine," she snapped, her dark green eyes emitting sparks. That was just fine with me. I could feel the sparks rising in my own eyes.
"No, he's coming with me." I pulled him back towards me.
"Didn't you hear me? He's mine!" The girl screamed.
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"ENOUGH!!!" We both turned to stare at Darien, who gently removed our hands from his arms and stepped back from us a little.
"Why can't we just talk about this, instead of playing tug-of-war with me as the rope?" he said. I folded my arms and waited for his explanation.
Behind me I heard Amy's somewhat awestruck voice mutter, "He even sounds like Darien."
I wheeled around to face her. "What are you talking about, Amy?" I shrieked. "Of course He sounds like himself! This IS Darien!"
She shook her head at me. "All right. What do you know that I don't?" I asked, calming myself with steady deep breathing.
"I'm sorry Serena, but this guy is not Darien," she said patiently.
"But how can you say that Ames? He--"
"I know. But he's not Darien."
"Then if he's not Darien, then what's he doing impersonating him? And who are you?!"
I directed my last question at the seemingly "fake" Darien and the girl who probably had something up her sleeve.
"Well, if you'll allow us to explain, then maybe we could clear things up," said the girl.
I opened my mouth to give that little wench a piece of my mind, but Amy clamped a hand over my mouth and nodded. "Please do," she said, looking as trustworthy as it was humanly possible to look.
"Well, first off, I'm Miaka Yûki, and this is Tamahome," began the brown haired girl, losing her scowl. She was about 3 inches taller than me, probably 5'1". Her hair was styled similarly to mine, as it was arranged on top of her head in, yup, you guessed it, two buns circled with two red ribbons. I fingered one of my ponytails and smiled, as is my usual fashion. If Miaka had the sense to pick up on such an awesome 'do, then she couldn't be all that bad.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly, "It's just that, well, my boyfriend is missing. But, it's kinda complicated..." Between the two of us, Amy and I told our story as quickly as possible. "So that's why we're here," Amy finished the story.
"Look at this, then you'll see why I thought that Tamahome was Darien," I added, pulling my wallet out of my pocket and extracting a picture and handing it to Miaka. She and Tamahome looked at it and I thought I would die of suppressed laughter at the way their eyes nearly popped out of their heads, they were so surprised.
"Oh my god, he exactly like you, Tamahome!" Miaka yelped, looking frantically back and forth at her boyfriend and the photo. That's right, her boyfriend, I thought sadly. I pushed it aside. We would find Darien. That much was true. Still, I was totally freaked at the resemblance.
Tamahome just stared at the picture, transfixed at what was his mirror image. For awhile he didn't speak. "Tamahome? Are you okay?" Miaka asked worriedly.
He started, them smiled as he answered, "Sorry. I was just thinking that this might have something to do with that strange message that Suboshi delivered yesterday from Yui."
Amy perked. "What was the message?" she asked quietly, yet inquisitively.
"It was really weird. It said that Yui was going to take Tamahome away from me," Miaka said, biting her lip. It somehow clicked with me that Yui must have been close to Miaka. Or maybe she still was. However, I had a hunch that Darien was somehow tied up in this.
I glanced at Amy, who nodded. "You have to let us come with you," I burst out. "I have a feeling that if we stick with you guys, at least for awhile, then we're sure to find Darien."
In turn, Miaka glanced at Tamahome, and they nodded simultaneously. "Sure, but just one thing."
I turned to Miaka. "And that would be... what?" I asked somewhat stupidly.
"It'll be pretty hard to work with you two if we don't know your names," Tamahome pointed out matter-of-factly. I blushed and Amy groaned. "I'm Amy Anderson and this is my friend Serena Tsukino. I apologize for our carelessness," she said, bowing politely. I followed suit. Boy, if this was how things were beginning, then I'll have lots of issues to deal with before we find Darien.
* IS THIS JUST THE BEGINNING OF SERENA'S TROUBLES? AND HOW ARE THE OTHERS FARING? FIND OUT IN CHAPTER 7! AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW, YA KNOW, JUST SO I KNOW WHO'S READING THIS. THANKS!!!