Title: Through the Camera and Into the Picture Part 2:1 By: Ami D'Aqua Email: ami_daqua@hotmail.com Series: Sailor Moon Rating: PG-12

Author's Note: Finally chapter two, huh? Heh, heh! The plot thickens.

Disclaimers: yadda, yadda puh, don't own, blah, blah, blah.

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'The very talented pop diva Raye finally tied the knot with the awesome song writer and producer Chad Hino (.) She got the wedding of her dreams, a real princess wedding- although she was not marrying a prince, but the youngest son of a knight! (.) The fluffy dress did not go well with an attractive, passionate, sophisticated woman like Raye, that kind of dress is better off on a bride with a mild, sweet-tempered, dreaming personality (.) fluffy dresses fit best on a person with light hair (.) overall Mrs. Hino, who looked well in a Rococo dress, would have looked enchanting in a more fitting, elegant dress to match her sophis' attitude (.) The Duchess of Mayfield, Lady Rebecca looked very much like a gene modified peacock in her florid dress(.) her husband seemed to have a bad-hair day; one can see the vestiges of an awful fight with the hair gel(.) the elegant well bred Earl of Shields, Lord Darien surrounded by lovely women as always, being one of the few that knows how to dress (.) BY THE WAY, do not forget to get Raye's newest single "Enchanting Love" and check out her album "Eternity".

The door opened, and he looked up from his copy of Chick Bride. He searched to see who it was, but shelves hindered him from seeing the door.

"Hey, yoh, Zed!" a familiar voice spoke. "I got five minutes, the usual latte, please!"

Darien smiled with satisfaction when he saw the blonde in military pants and a white tank top with a huge camera hanging down her neck along with a camera box hanging from her shoulders. "I didn't know that a sweet tempered person like you could be so sharp 'Serenity'! Why don't you go by your own name?"

Serena turned to see Darien. She smiled; couldn't help it- what an unexpected, delightful surprise! "Oh, so that I don't risk getting in trouble," she answered lightly.

"I see," Darien said. "I've called you God knows how many times, and all I get is your machine!"

"What did I tell you?" Serena answered.

"I left my number; you could have called me!"

"I work 6-1, you know a.m. to a.m. .er- oh, I'll just call you Darien!" she answered plainly, and Darien nodded repressing a grin. "I don't think you appreciate people calling you in the middle of the night!"

"Well, what do you do all day? There aren't celebrity weddings everyday!"

Serena sighed. "I don't photograph celebrities only! I am at every interesting wedding, and that includes normal folks too, and you can't imagine how many of those are made everyday! I have to be at one in the Imperial Garden in a half an hour," she grabbed the latte that the shop- keeper had put for her and gave him a few coins in return.

"Hang on, then! Let me pay the magazine and I'll drive you!"

In the car Serena found out that he had been looking for her, and that he was advised by the receptionist to wait for her in the press store beside their office. They discussed about what had happened the past two weeks since the wedding.

"Is phographing weddings all you do?"

Serena laughed. "Hey it's a good alternative to my wish! If I'll never be a bride, I might as well spend my life photographing them, don't you think?"

"Your wish is to be a bride?" he asked with a hint of amusement and amazement in his eyes.

"Oh! See, I told you I'm a really stupid person sometimes!"

"It's not stupid; I guess it's normal for females to want to be brides! But what makes you say that you can't be one?"

"Come on! I'm twenty-six and never had a boyfriend! And my dates, I can count them with my fingers!" she told him, not able to hide her sadness. "Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be telling you my problems- you have problems of your own. Please stop the car, I need some fresh air."

"Hey, let's not do that," he said gently to her. "You can cry here, you know! I'm sorry, it was my fault, I shouldn't have asked you more questions."

Serena fought her tears and smiled at.

"When is the next time you have a day off?"

"I never have days off," Serena said brightly. "I can never think of anything to do, so I just go to work anyway!"

"Oh-" Darien uttered as Serena's pager beeped loudly. She brought it out of her pocket. 'Rumor says Chéf Lita is getting married! Find out where, when, and be there- Mina'. A little devil popped by Serena's head!

"Darien, are you going to Lady Lita's wedding?"

"With the Duke of Sherwood?"

"Yes, who else?"

"Yes, I am but it's not 'till three weeks time!"

"It's a long time, isn't it?" she smiled sweetly- she was doing her job now. "Where is it?"

"Berry Hill Chapel, a small, private wedding with only forty guests. Lita will be making all the food-" Darien had been speaking lightly until he checked himself. He hit the car's gear. "Oh no! God, I'm an idiot! Tsukino you're evil- please don't go to that wedding; she really wants it to be private."

"Sorry, Chiba can't do that! That was my boss paging, and those pictures will be worth around ten grants if not more!" She answered dryly. The car pulled up by the sidewalk in front of the entrance to the Imperial Gardens. "We're here! Thanks for the ride, Chiba!"

"Oh no, you don't!" Darien said and grabbed her left wrist. "How about forty grant for not showing up at all?" He asked with stormy angry eyes.

"I'd never miss such a kick," She persisted.

"Fifty?"

"I can resist anything but temptation!"

"Sixty?" He tightened his grip of her hand. "I'd rather be a prostitute!" she exclaimed with some indignation.

"Eighty?"

"You rich aristocrats think that you can buy anyone into doing what you want!" she said trying to free her wrist from his grip. But Darien only tightened is grip so that it hurt. She sighed with pain and said, "Ok, I'll think about it- but if I don't come, I want a hundred grant."

"You'll get them, I promise," Darien assured satisfied, but Serena didn't hear him; she had already banged the door, and was walking to the Gardens.

Serena was not about to do what Darien wanted her to. She'd show up at that wedding, she wasn't tempted into accepting the hundred grants! This time it was easy to get information, but she was sure that she didn't need Darien to get it. Now a lot of research was ahead- she had to find out the time, way into the chapel, hiding places, party place, ways to get into the party- -- Three weeks! She had some time pressure on herself, but it was not impossible. well, right now she was going to take photos in the Gardens.

That was it: Berry hill Chapel, an elegant little church in the noble part of town. Capable of containing around fifty people: it was a simple Lutheran Church. She was two hours early on this heated end of June Thursday. A well chosen day for there would be no attention towards the wedding as it was a working day. Serena found a side door to the church, it was much easier to get into chapels, but she had to spend much more time finding a good place to hide. She climbed up some narrow stairs to the organ balcony (her favorite hiding place). She finally installed herself at one end of the 'U' by the altar. She had a good view from there, because of the balcony wane of small Doric columns. She could hide there between the columns, as well as slip her camera between the columns and take great pictures.

The timing was correct, at exactly ten o'clock Serena gave herself a smile of relief for the hard work. At the same time the first guests arrived with the priest and sat down. The Chibas were among the last guests to arrive. Amy was of course, dressed elegantly like her brother. Darien instantly looked around to find her, which was the reason to why Serena stood up discreetly and waved slightly at him. His eyes turned stormy with anger at Serena's sweet smile; he gave her a deep frown. Serena sunk down again, and a tiny bit of her was feeling conscious of her improper deed.

Finally, the groom and bride made their way up the isle, causing Serena to start taking pictures and forget about being guilty. Click! Well dressed. Duke Ken in a fine tuxedo and a modern hairstyle with gel: looking modish and appropriate. Lady Lita in a pale green corset with thin straps on her shoulders. Her skirt was fluffy, but it did not block the whole entrance. It was of white organza with milky flowers embroidered on it. Lady Lita's hair was down, decorated with glitter and white ribbons. A silver necklace with a single diamond rested on her neck - a lovely bride. The green corset brought forward her green eyes. beautiful, Serena thought as a tear made its way down her cheek.

She took pictures of the ring exchanges, the kiss, and their way down the isle. This time she'd have no outside rice photo, because then she'd be caught. As soon as she had taken the picture with the couple starting down the isle she closed her camera, took out the film along with two or three others which lay on the floor and hid them in an inside pocket of her pale pink blazer. She stuck a new film in her camera and went down the stairs. When all the guests had gone she went to a bench to pray.

Darien when back inside the chapel only to find his photographer praying again. Angry as he was, he walked to her and said harshly-

"It's quite contradicting how you are so religious and Christian yet you disturb other people's private lives!"

Serena did not answer, and continued to pray as if he wasn't there. Her eyes were closed and her head faced the altar. Darien just stood there stunned as he watched her calmly doing a cross.

"Before you criticize others, check your own faults my Lord," she said standing up looking into his eyes with her own charming sky blue, good natured eyes smiling at him. Darien was lost in her gaze; she was completely beautiful, what was the reason for her not having a boyfriend?

"I'll be nice enough not to publish the photos from the party."

She broke the spell. "What? You're still thinking of setting your foot in her party?" Darien questioned exalted.

"Don't shout at me, Darien!" she said fiercely fighting back tears (she had always hated it when people shouted). "It's my job! Besides it was a beautiful wedding, almost no ridiculous people."

"I won't let you in, Tsukino," Darien decided and at the same time he grabbed her camera box, opened it, took her camera, opened it with rough hands and drew the film out destroying it.

"I was just going to tell you that I decided not to go to the party because I was feeling guilty," she said calmly. She received her camera back; Darien had broken one of its lenses. She looked at it stunned for a few minutes, dropped to her knees and started to cry. How in the world could she be able to repair it?!

"Cry baby, you should have known I'd take that film," Darien declared satisfied.

"You broke my camera, you ass- idiot! For an empty film!" she cried angrily and stood up grabbing the camera case heading out.

Darien took a hold of her wrists, "Where are the films?"

"Give me one reason for me to tell you?"

"To save me from feeling guilty of having deceived Lita's confidence."

"Honestly, do you think I feel sorry for you? You just broke my camera for heaven's sake! Besides, it's not like I'd not be here if you hadn't told me about the wedding. I'd a good researcher. Now, let me go, I've got another wedding in twenty minutes."

"So you're not going to the party?" he hesitated, drawing her back to him.

"No," she answered looking at him in the eye. Eye met eye, blue bathing in blue, a hand stroking a cheek, nearer and nearer, two hearts beating as one, two souls restless, the crystals like magnets wanting the other half. Lips- not locked!

Darien leaned his forehead on Serena's. "Oh God, what am I doing?" his hands cupped Serena's jaw gently stroking her lips.

Serena felt the strong chemistry around them and she was afraid: she didn't move because the fact that she wanted it scared her---

"Ch-Chiba, I need to go.I-I."

"I'll drive you, Serena," Darien said resiliently.

"I-can't go to the wedding now," she said kindly as Darien parted from her forehead. "I have to get the lenses fixed."

"I'll drive you there," he said taking her hand.

They walked to his car, Darien never letting go of her hand. She got into the car, and Darien drove to a camera specialist shop. They went inside and left it for repair. The sum of the reparation was high, and Darien offered to pay it. Serena, a good economist, of course, accepted it: after all he did break it.

Upon returning to the car, Darien suggested, "Now that you can't take pictures would you care to come with me to Lita' party?"

"You were the one angry at me!" she exclaimed and went on, "Why such a change of mood?"

"I'm not angry at you anymore, you're just too pretty," he said looking at her form the road.

Serena blushed. She tried to think of the last time someone had given her such a compliment, because she didn't know if he meant it. She remembered two years before when she came with her first pictures, and the Chic Bride personnel thought that she was a model. She blushed even more.

"It can't be very often that you get compliments," Darien laughed.

"Oh, I get compliments all the time," she was still covered in pink blush, "just not- I mean my pictures, my clothes."

"Yes, they are nice too, they almost look like a designer's-last wedding my sister mistook them for Armani."

Serena shone up! "Gee, thanks! That's very flattering because I made these clothes myself! I don't really have an economy to buy clothes, so I make 'em," she explained brightly.

"Then you are a really good tailor!" Darien said laughing, yet amazed.

"I know that-I mean, thanks," she laughed.

Darien was kind enough to understand that Serena wasn't used to compliments on her beauty. It was a pity, as pretty as she was-not only was she pretty but she was so charming! He thought about how it felt so wrong to be angry with her at church. And how it felt so right when he tried to kiss her. And that the only reason he stopped was because he respected her, and didn't want to take the first kiss from her like that. He understood that he was infatuated by Serena. He had fallen too quickly: only after three meetings.she didn't know what she had.

Serena smiled; she was warm in her breast, and her heart was beating slightly faster. Happy with her compliment, she was curious to know if she thought that Darien was handsome. She investigated him: yes, handsome indeed-his eyes.

"You're good-looking, yourself," Serena said frankly, Darien cracked up at her artlessness. "I wonder why your girlfriend dumped you. I mean Chad. And you've got a title and all- Raye would look good on you!"

"I guess she just fell in love with Chad."

"I guess so," Serena said. She switched the subject: "Your sister is also getting married soon."

"Oh no," Darien said stopping her. "I'm not telling you anything, my sister is a very private person."

Serena laughed, he didn't know that she had it all figured out. She had known about the wedding for four months now. Poor Chibas, she thought with a guilty conscience.

"Honestly, Darien," she finally said, "I'm sure that 'Serenity' is the hottest wedding paparazzi in town! I'll figure it out and I'll be there," she assured honestly to relieve her conscience.

Darien stopped the car and stared at her, he tried to look angry, but he couldn't help smiling.

"You know, right now I wish I could be angry at you," he said.

"Why aren't you?" she asked in plainly. "You were just right angry in the church."

Darien didn't even try to explain. He just got out of the car, and helped Serena out. Well, she did get to go to the party after all. There wouldn't be pictures, but Chic Bride would get a tiny article on it. And this time Darien had Serena for himself to show off. A good opportunity for them to get to know each other better.

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