From Schoolgirl to Royal 6/?
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.
Dinner with Darien Part 2
After finishing helping my mother with dinner I went up to my room to change. I came out thirty minutes later wearing a simple baby-blue spaghetti strapped dress with matching sandals. As I was putting on the finishing touches on my makeup I heard the doorbell ring.
"Serena honey, could you get that while I finish setting the table." My mother called up to me from downstairs.
"Sure." I yelled, making my way down the stairs towards the front door.
As I open the door I noticed that Darien looked especially handsome tonight. He's wearing khaki pants and a black turtleneck sweater that only he could pull off. His disheveled midnight colored hair, which is in a wavy mess atop his head, makes me want to run my fingers through it.
"So where's the ugly green jacket, Satan?" I asked in a shrewish tone.
"I left it at home when I got dressed, Meatball Head." He responded with a grin.
"You can actually dress yourself?" I asked mockingly, while motioning him to come in. "Now I am impressed."
As he walks in front of me I hear a soft chuckle.
"It's always a pleasure to see you too, Meatball Head."
Since he is facing away from me I crack a small smile. At this point my parents make an appearance. "Hello young man. You must be Darien." My father says by way of introduction.
"Yes sir." Darien answered taking my father's hand.
"I am Ken and this is Irene, but you may call us Mr. and Mrs. Tsukino." My dad tells Darien in a booming voice filled with authority. [This isn't going to be pretty.]
"Of course." Darien agrees though looking a bit pale, while shaking my mother's hand. She smiles encouragingly at Darien while leading us into the living room.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes so why don't we all just sit down and relax." My mother suggests motioning to the couch, while she steps out of the room to call Sammy downstairs. While waiting for Sammy no one says a word.
"Hey Spaghetti for Brains, who's the guy?" I look up to see my smirking brother in the doorway.
"Spaghetti and meatballs, just great." I mumbled softly, thing no one could hear me, but when I looked at Darien his eyes were twinkling and he was grinning at me.
"Darien, this is my little spore of a brother, Sammy." I explain to him while trying to keep a straight face.
"Nice to meet you Sammy." Darien responds, finally getting his facial features under control.
"So I understand you were sick yesterday, Darien?" My father asked.
"Yes sir, completely bed-ridden." Darien answered.
"I bet." My father mumbled, followed by my mother slapping his shoulder.
"I hope you are feeling better." My mother said with a concerned look on her face.
"I'm feeling much better thanks to Serena, Mrs. Tsukino." Answered Darien as he sat on the loveseat. "It was certainly nice of her to go out of her way, especially considering we've never been what would be considered close friends."
"Where were your parents at this time? If you were so sick, couldn't you have stopped by their house?" My father practically growled. I looked at Darien anxiously for a response, but I was surprised to see unshed tears in his eyes.
"My parents died when I was six… in a car accident." Darien whispered in a strained voice, keeping his hands tightly folded in his lap. Luna was rubbing against his feet trying to comfort him.
"I'm terribly so-" My father was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
As my dad went to get the door I reached my hand out to Darien's arm and squeezed it gently in support.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered, my heat breaking for the little boy he had been. My thoughts were abruptly disturbed by my father's raised voice.
Just who the hell do you think you are?" My father demanded of the stranger. The next thing I knew my father was stumbling into the room as if struck, followed closely by Vortar.
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.
Dinner with Darien Part 2
After finishing helping my mother with dinner I went up to my room to change. I came out thirty minutes later wearing a simple baby-blue spaghetti strapped dress with matching sandals. As I was putting on the finishing touches on my makeup I heard the doorbell ring.
"Serena honey, could you get that while I finish setting the table." My mother called up to me from downstairs.
"Sure." I yelled, making my way down the stairs towards the front door.
As I open the door I noticed that Darien looked especially handsome tonight. He's wearing khaki pants and a black turtleneck sweater that only he could pull off. His disheveled midnight colored hair, which is in a wavy mess atop his head, makes me want to run my fingers through it.
"So where's the ugly green jacket, Satan?" I asked in a shrewish tone.
"I left it at home when I got dressed, Meatball Head." He responded with a grin.
"You can actually dress yourself?" I asked mockingly, while motioning him to come in. "Now I am impressed."
As he walks in front of me I hear a soft chuckle.
"It's always a pleasure to see you too, Meatball Head."
Since he is facing away from me I crack a small smile. At this point my parents make an appearance. "Hello young man. You must be Darien." My father says by way of introduction.
"Yes sir." Darien answered taking my father's hand.
"I am Ken and this is Irene, but you may call us Mr. and Mrs. Tsukino." My dad tells Darien in a booming voice filled with authority. [This isn't going to be pretty.]
"Of course." Darien agrees though looking a bit pale, while shaking my mother's hand. She smiles encouragingly at Darien while leading us into the living room.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes so why don't we all just sit down and relax." My mother suggests motioning to the couch, while she steps out of the room to call Sammy downstairs. While waiting for Sammy no one says a word.
"Hey Spaghetti for Brains, who's the guy?" I look up to see my smirking brother in the doorway.
"Spaghetti and meatballs, just great." I mumbled softly, thing no one could hear me, but when I looked at Darien his eyes were twinkling and he was grinning at me.
"Darien, this is my little spore of a brother, Sammy." I explain to him while trying to keep a straight face.
"Nice to meet you Sammy." Darien responds, finally getting his facial features under control.
"So I understand you were sick yesterday, Darien?" My father asked.
"Yes sir, completely bed-ridden." Darien answered.
"I bet." My father mumbled, followed by my mother slapping his shoulder.
"I hope you are feeling better." My mother said with a concerned look on her face.
"I'm feeling much better thanks to Serena, Mrs. Tsukino." Answered Darien as he sat on the loveseat. "It was certainly nice of her to go out of her way, especially considering we've never been what would be considered close friends."
"Where were your parents at this time? If you were so sick, couldn't you have stopped by their house?" My father practically growled. I looked at Darien anxiously for a response, but I was surprised to see unshed tears in his eyes.
"My parents died when I was six… in a car accident." Darien whispered in a strained voice, keeping his hands tightly folded in his lap. Luna was rubbing against his feet trying to comfort him.
"I'm terribly so-" My father was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
As my dad went to get the door I reached my hand out to Darien's arm and squeezed it gently in support.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered, my heat breaking for the little boy he had been. My thoughts were abruptly disturbed by my father's raised voice.
Just who the hell do you think you are?" My father demanded of the stranger. The next thing I knew my father was stumbling into the room as if struck, followed closely by Vortar.