From Schoolgirl to Royal 5/?
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.
Serena may seem OOC in the next few chapters, but let's just say she is extremely stressed out and that explains her sensitivity.
Stuck in the Back
I am staring at the wall, doing my best to pretend that I am all alone in the room. This becomes difficult when I hear Darien whisper 'Meatball Head' in a cautious voice.
"What?" I growled in response while turning to face him. It seems I misjudged the distance between us however, because I ended up with my face practically buried in his well-muscled chest. I was about to move away when his arms wrapped gently around me and pulled me the last few inches to him for a hug. Once I was in his arms, feeling his strong body around me, I completely lost it and started crying. [That's twice in two days that he's seen me upset.]
Darien just held me, keeping silent and letting me cry myself out. At some point he rested his cheek on my head, but I was so preoccupied that I didn't notice. After I calmed down slightly Darien loosened his grip on me, so that he could see my face, although he was still holding me about the waist.
"Listen… Serena, I didn't mean to offend you, and I am sorry that I did." Darien told me looking sorrowfully into my still damp eyes. "I obviously crossed the line."
"Yeah." I agreed vaguely, still angry at myself and the situation as a whole which caused me to overreact.
"I know we fight quite a bit, but I would never intentionally hurt you. You do know that right?"
"Of course I do. Look don't worry about it, Satan. I've just been under some stress lately and got frustrated. You're always a jerk, I'm used to it." I said, smiling in a pale attempt at my usual smile. "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Me being a jerk?" Darien questioned humorously.
"No, you idiot. I need a favor."
"I wouldn't be calling me names then, Meatball Head."
"Satan, are we going to start that again?" I questioned sarcastically.
"What did you need?"
"Remember last night?"
"Yeah, you were upset then too, if I remember correctly." Darien commented.
"Yeah well, I didn't go home for most of the day, and my parents flipped out." I explained rapidly. "And I kndvtldthmIwswyou."
"Repeat that one."
"I kind of told them I was with you." I growled out. "I said you were sick and I was taking care of you."
"How did I get involved?" Darien asked incredulously.
"They had already talked to my other friends, so…"
"I get it, so what does that have to do with a favor?"
"I need you to come to dinner tonight and sort of talk to my father, so he doesn't freak." I explained.
"Freak?"
"He wants to make sure that you didn't take advantage of me or something." I mumbled under my breath, my face turning red.
"You weren't even at my house." Darien exclaimed.
"I know, but can you please cover for me?" I asked pleadingly.
"I don't know."
"Please. Pretty please." I begged.
"Alright I suppose, but you're going to owe me Meatball Head." Darien agreed.
"Oh thank you, thank you." I squealed jumping up and down.
"Yeah, yeah." Darien waved away my gratitude casually. "What time should I be there, and what is your address?"
"Around seven o'clock." I answered, writing my address hurriedly on a napkin from off the table.
"Sure thing Meatball Head." Darien responded while taking the paper from me. Just as I turned around to head back out the door, Darien continued speaking. "By the way, how did you know about the Moon Kingdom?"
[Oh Shit!}
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.
Serena may seem OOC in the next few chapters, but let's just say she is extremely stressed out and that explains her sensitivity.
Stuck in the Back
I am staring at the wall, doing my best to pretend that I am all alone in the room. This becomes difficult when I hear Darien whisper 'Meatball Head' in a cautious voice.
"What?" I growled in response while turning to face him. It seems I misjudged the distance between us however, because I ended up with my face practically buried in his well-muscled chest. I was about to move away when his arms wrapped gently around me and pulled me the last few inches to him for a hug. Once I was in his arms, feeling his strong body around me, I completely lost it and started crying. [That's twice in two days that he's seen me upset.]
Darien just held me, keeping silent and letting me cry myself out. At some point he rested his cheek on my head, but I was so preoccupied that I didn't notice. After I calmed down slightly Darien loosened his grip on me, so that he could see my face, although he was still holding me about the waist.
"Listen… Serena, I didn't mean to offend you, and I am sorry that I did." Darien told me looking sorrowfully into my still damp eyes. "I obviously crossed the line."
"Yeah." I agreed vaguely, still angry at myself and the situation as a whole which caused me to overreact.
"I know we fight quite a bit, but I would never intentionally hurt you. You do know that right?"
"Of course I do. Look don't worry about it, Satan. I've just been under some stress lately and got frustrated. You're always a jerk, I'm used to it." I said, smiling in a pale attempt at my usual smile. "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Me being a jerk?" Darien questioned humorously.
"No, you idiot. I need a favor."
"I wouldn't be calling me names then, Meatball Head."
"Satan, are we going to start that again?" I questioned sarcastically.
"What did you need?"
"Remember last night?"
"Yeah, you were upset then too, if I remember correctly." Darien commented.
"Yeah well, I didn't go home for most of the day, and my parents flipped out." I explained rapidly. "And I kndvtldthmIwswyou."
"Repeat that one."
"I kind of told them I was with you." I growled out. "I said you were sick and I was taking care of you."
"How did I get involved?" Darien asked incredulously.
"They had already talked to my other friends, so…"
"I get it, so what does that have to do with a favor?"
"I need you to come to dinner tonight and sort of talk to my father, so he doesn't freak." I explained.
"Freak?"
"He wants to make sure that you didn't take advantage of me or something." I mumbled under my breath, my face turning red.
"You weren't even at my house." Darien exclaimed.
"I know, but can you please cover for me?" I asked pleadingly.
"I don't know."
"Please. Pretty please." I begged.
"Alright I suppose, but you're going to owe me Meatball Head." Darien agreed.
"Oh thank you, thank you." I squealed jumping up and down.
"Yeah, yeah." Darien waved away my gratitude casually. "What time should I be there, and what is your address?"
"Around seven o'clock." I answered, writing my address hurriedly on a napkin from off the table.
"Sure thing Meatball Head." Darien responded while taking the paper from me. Just as I turned around to head back out the door, Darien continued speaking. "By the way, how did you know about the Moon Kingdom?"
[Oh Shit!}