From Schoolgirl to Royal 3/?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, none of these characters are mine, no infringement intended.
A/N: This doesn't really follow the timeline, although it is after season 1. Even though, Serena is the moon princess, Darien doesn't know that she is Sailor Moon. Just pretend that the whole evil-Darien thing never happened and the scouts defeated Beryl on their own, but didn't loose their memories. Sorry if this is confusing, If you have any questions just ask.
The next morning I thought I would feel a lot better, but unfortunately I didn't. As I lay awake staring at my ceiling going through the events of yesterday a new thought struck me. I had already realized that it would be easier for Vortar to attack me if he knew my identity, but it didn't even cross my mind to be concerned for my family because they didn't know I am Sailor Moon. [It doesn't matter if they know who I am, Vortar can still go after them to get to me.]
At this point I had rushed out of my bed, realizing I still was wearing the clothes I had on from yesterday, I quickly changed and hurried downstairs. As I made my way into the kitchen I overheard my parents discussing my strange behavior recently, as well as my disappearance yesterday.
"Do you think she's on drugs?" This coming from my Dad.
"Of course not honey. " My mom soothed. "It's probably just some problem with her friends."
"What if she's on acid, that fools with your mind…" My father commented worriedly.
"I'm not on drugs, Dad." I reassured him as I made my way into the kitchen.
"Where were you yesterday, honey? Your father and I were worried about you." My mother asked me.
Well I couldn't very well tell them that I was having an mental breakdown because the stress of being Sailor Moon was getting to me, now could I? I don't think so.
"Um…"
"Your friends were worried about you too when we called them."
[There goes that idea. Thanks guys.]
"If you weren't with your friends then where were you young lady?" My dad asked, his face getting red.
"I was with Darien." I blurted out unthinkingly, muttering the first name that struck my mind. [Funny that.]
"What? You were with a boy? Where did he touch you?" My dad yelled, getting up off the sofa to get what I can only assume was his shot gun. Mom stopped him thankfully.
"Dad." I whined looking particularly disgusted. "As if! Eww! He was just, uh, really sick and I went over to his house to take care of him." I said all the while wondering just what the hell I was doing.
"Isn't Darien that boy you hate?" My mom asked, looking especially confused.
"He is. He's a jerk!" I exclaimed forcefully, then remember myself quickly. "But he was sick as a dog and I couldn't just leave him, could I?"
I guess my best puppy-dog face still works because my father calmed down slightly and my mom relaxed her death-grip on his arm.
"Okay, but I want to meet this boy to make sure he didn't take advantage of your kindness." My dad told me.
"Sure… I mean, WHAT?" I screamed.
"You heard me young lady!" My father answered in a stern voice.
"Why don't you invite him to dinner tonight, dear?" My mother suggested, and then she winked at me. WINKED! [My god my family is insane!]
"What if he doesn't want to come?" I asked in a small voice, not at all sure of my powers of persuasion.
"He better come, for your sake, Serena." My father said, after which I made a quick exit out the front door. At first I was walking so reluctantly people probably thought I was going off to my execution. [Not far off, truth be told.] But then I remembered the possible danger to my family because of Vortar and I quickened my pace rapidly.
As I entered the Arcade, I saw Darien talking to his best friend, and my former crush, Andrew. I took two cautious steps toward them, not really wanting to interrupt them for once, when Darien just happened to look over in my direction.
"Meatball Head, what brings you here at," Darien looked at his watch disbelievingly. "Eight-thirty in the morning?"
[Oh god. How am I ever going to get him to agree to this?]
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, none of these characters are mine, no infringement intended.
A/N: This doesn't really follow the timeline, although it is after season 1. Even though, Serena is the moon princess, Darien doesn't know that she is Sailor Moon. Just pretend that the whole evil-Darien thing never happened and the scouts defeated Beryl on their own, but didn't loose their memories. Sorry if this is confusing, If you have any questions just ask.
The next morning I thought I would feel a lot better, but unfortunately I didn't. As I lay awake staring at my ceiling going through the events of yesterday a new thought struck me. I had already realized that it would be easier for Vortar to attack me if he knew my identity, but it didn't even cross my mind to be concerned for my family because they didn't know I am Sailor Moon. [It doesn't matter if they know who I am, Vortar can still go after them to get to me.]
At this point I had rushed out of my bed, realizing I still was wearing the clothes I had on from yesterday, I quickly changed and hurried downstairs. As I made my way into the kitchen I overheard my parents discussing my strange behavior recently, as well as my disappearance yesterday.
"Do you think she's on drugs?" This coming from my Dad.
"Of course not honey. " My mom soothed. "It's probably just some problem with her friends."
"What if she's on acid, that fools with your mind…" My father commented worriedly.
"I'm not on drugs, Dad." I reassured him as I made my way into the kitchen.
"Where were you yesterday, honey? Your father and I were worried about you." My mother asked me.
Well I couldn't very well tell them that I was having an mental breakdown because the stress of being Sailor Moon was getting to me, now could I? I don't think so.
"Um…"
"Your friends were worried about you too when we called them."
[There goes that idea. Thanks guys.]
"If you weren't with your friends then where were you young lady?" My dad asked, his face getting red.
"I was with Darien." I blurted out unthinkingly, muttering the first name that struck my mind. [Funny that.]
"What? You were with a boy? Where did he touch you?" My dad yelled, getting up off the sofa to get what I can only assume was his shot gun. Mom stopped him thankfully.
"Dad." I whined looking particularly disgusted. "As if! Eww! He was just, uh, really sick and I went over to his house to take care of him." I said all the while wondering just what the hell I was doing.
"Isn't Darien that boy you hate?" My mom asked, looking especially confused.
"He is. He's a jerk!" I exclaimed forcefully, then remember myself quickly. "But he was sick as a dog and I couldn't just leave him, could I?"
I guess my best puppy-dog face still works because my father calmed down slightly and my mom relaxed her death-grip on his arm.
"Okay, but I want to meet this boy to make sure he didn't take advantage of your kindness." My dad told me.
"Sure… I mean, WHAT?" I screamed.
"You heard me young lady!" My father answered in a stern voice.
"Why don't you invite him to dinner tonight, dear?" My mother suggested, and then she winked at me. WINKED! [My god my family is insane!]
"What if he doesn't want to come?" I asked in a small voice, not at all sure of my powers of persuasion.
"He better come, for your sake, Serena." My father said, after which I made a quick exit out the front door. At first I was walking so reluctantly people probably thought I was going off to my execution. [Not far off, truth be told.] But then I remembered the possible danger to my family because of Vortar and I quickened my pace rapidly.
As I entered the Arcade, I saw Darien talking to his best friend, and my former crush, Andrew. I took two cautious steps toward them, not really wanting to interrupt them for once, when Darien just happened to look over in my direction.
"Meatball Head, what brings you here at," Darien looked at his watch disbelievingly. "Eight-thirty in the morning?"
[Oh god. How am I ever going to get him to agree to this?]