From Schoolgirl to Royal 10/?
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 and she's pissed because her family was attacked which will explain her bouts of seriousness.
A House Divided
Three hours later one station wagon, a Mercedes, a motorcycle, two adults, a child, two cats, five Sailor Scouts and a man who throws roses all arrived at the beachfront property privately owned by Darien. The trip up had been passed in near silence with everyone deep in his or her own thoughts. Now that we had finally arrived the adrenaline that was keeping us all alert turned quickly into exhaustion, fear and uncertainly. Since it was close to eleven thirty once we reached the house my mother and father put Sammy to sleep in the closest bedroom.
I figured they would just go to sleep as well and we'd all talk about it in the morning, so I was greatly surprised when they came back into the living room and sat down on the nearest sofa. Now I had pictured just such a conversation many times before, but now that the time was upon me I couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"Ah, aren't you two tired?" I asked them nervously, not knowing where to start.
"No Serena, we're not. Now I would like some answers and I'D LIKE THEM NOW!" My father screamed causing me to take an involuntary step backwards. This caused me to accidentally bump into Darien who put his hands on my shoulders to steady me. "And what the hell is going on with you and that young man?"
As the insinuation that I was involved with Darien sunk in I forcibly jumped away from him.
"Eww… Not even!" I screeched, while giving Darien the evil eye. "How could you think I'd… I'd… With that?"
"Now Serena honey, calm down. We just want to know what's going on." My mother interjected before I could get even more hysterical. Her calm voice brought me back to reality as little else could have. I paused looking at my friends for confirmation before I could continue. I only got supportive looks from the Scouts in return.
"I'm sorry Mom… You both know I am Sailor Moon. Well let me start from the beginning. A little over a year ago these three boys were harassing a cat. She had this weird crescent moon on her head, but I didn't think anything of it at the time…" The Scouts and I told the rest of the tale leaving only the particular harrowing details out. We told them a shortened version of events right through to the fight with Beryl and meeting Vortar.
"But honey, you all are just children. You could have gotten hurt." My mother exclaimed after most of the story was finished.
"Mrs. Tuskino we have been injured before, but we do heal quickly due to our powers." Amy tried to explain, so that my mother wouldn't worry although the explanation had the opposite effect.
"You've been hurt? Badly?" My mother cried hugging me fiercely.
"Don't worry Mom, nothing serious just a few scrapes here and there." I tried to reassure her. [Not to mention the whole dying part.]
"I won't have you hurt Serena. I forbid you to become Sailor Moon." My father said in a very calm voice, contributing for the first time since we began our retelling. I reluctantly pulled myself from my mother's protective embrace to face my father.
"Dad, try to think rationally for a second. I know it's difficult to-"
"No. I won't listen to this. You could have been killed night after night. You've been sneaking around for over a year and I won't have anymore of it young lady. If something would have happened to you we never would have found out what happened, would we?" My father growled at me, taking a hold of my mother seemingly for support.
"I understand." I tried to explain only to be interrupted again.
"No you don't. You cannot understand. Now forbid it, do you understand me?" He bellowed.
"I understand you perfectly well Dad, but the scouts need me." I answered resolutely.
"They don't need you! I have seen you on television. It seems that you are always in the way, a liability in battles. You don't even know how to fight properly." My father answered cruelly, trying to discourage me from my destiny in his fear for my safety, each word like a knife in my gut. "If you are the only thing between our world and destruction then may god help us all."
"You had better start praying then, because I'm it." I choked out in a strangled voice.
"Like hell you are!" My father yelled hoarsely.
At this point I couldn't keep the tears in anymore as they began to run freely down my face. I glanced around the room. Raye and Lita looked fairly murderous, while Mina had a restraining arm on each of them, even Amy seemed furious. Darien sat in a chair quietly looking at me with an intense look in his eyes. As I turned back to my parents I saw my mother openly crying and my father doing his best to glare, but ending up simply looking terrified.
"Dad I have no choice." I exclaimed my own eyes flashing dangerously. "Do you really think I wanted any of this?" I asked incredulously. "That I wanted to be woken up night after night in the middle of the night so that, me along with four other teenage girls could fight youmas? So that everyday I wake up knowing that this day could very well be my last, or that one of my friends could die? Doing my best day after day and never having it be good enough? I'm fifteen years old; do you really think I asked for any of this? Well, DO YOU?"
"Serena." My dad tried to answer me but I was not finished yet.
"No Dad, I don't need this, not now. Don't you think everything that is going through your mind I haven't thought about a million times before? The fact still remains that I am the only one with enough power to stop the Negaverse. If there was anyone else who could do what I do I would give it up in a heartbeat, but there isn't. It's just us saving the world night after night, and I won't give up on the others. They are the reason I fight just as much as you two and Sammy, or heaven forbid Darien, even if he is a jerk with a minus zero personality." I exclaimed, watching a small smile grace Darien's face at my insult of him, even if the sentiment was indeed sincere. "I fight because I have no choice, but I'll be damned if I let anyone I care about get hurt. Quite frankly I don't care if you like it or not. Now I'm going to bed, excuse me."
I regally made my way across the room and up the stairs, ignoring my fathers sputtering and my mother's wailing, as well as Raye and Lita ripping into my father for screaming at me like that. I can't help smiling to myself as I realize Raye is my most ferocious supporter. [Who would have thought it?]
A knock at my door interrupts my musings as whomever knocks enters into the room I've claimed uninvited. I assume it's my mother but don't look up, so I am particularly surprised when I hear a deep voice chuckle. [I would know that satanic laugh anywhere.]
"You look like hell, Meatball Head." Darien whispers near my ear as he puts a comforting hand on my back.
"What do you want Satan?" I mumbled into my pillow all the while hiding my smile.
"You're in MY room." He tells me arrogantly. I expected him to say he was worried about me or something; his answer surprised me into looking at him. Darien's eyes were sparkling with devilish amusement at my shocked reaction. "Of course I wouldn't be averse to sharing."
He wiggled his eyebrow at me mock-lecherously and winked causing me to unexpectedly laugh outright.
"God, you're such a jerk." I said as I slapped his arm. Instead of getting up like he probably expected me to do I simply move over to make room for him next to me on the bed. Even though, or perhaps because, this is Darien I found that I didn't want to be alone that night. I guess he understood this to a certain extent because he climbed into bed next to me with out a word. We sat there in bed together each looking at the ceiling, until I hesitantly rested my head lightly on his chest. I expected him to move away, but instead he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. For the first time in a long while I felt safe and I slept without nightmares.
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 and she's pissed because her family was attacked which will explain her bouts of seriousness.
A House Divided
Three hours later one station wagon, a Mercedes, a motorcycle, two adults, a child, two cats, five Sailor Scouts and a man who throws roses all arrived at the beachfront property privately owned by Darien. The trip up had been passed in near silence with everyone deep in his or her own thoughts. Now that we had finally arrived the adrenaline that was keeping us all alert turned quickly into exhaustion, fear and uncertainly. Since it was close to eleven thirty once we reached the house my mother and father put Sammy to sleep in the closest bedroom.
I figured they would just go to sleep as well and we'd all talk about it in the morning, so I was greatly surprised when they came back into the living room and sat down on the nearest sofa. Now I had pictured just such a conversation many times before, but now that the time was upon me I couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"Ah, aren't you two tired?" I asked them nervously, not knowing where to start.
"No Serena, we're not. Now I would like some answers and I'D LIKE THEM NOW!" My father screamed causing me to take an involuntary step backwards. This caused me to accidentally bump into Darien who put his hands on my shoulders to steady me. "And what the hell is going on with you and that young man?"
As the insinuation that I was involved with Darien sunk in I forcibly jumped away from him.
"Eww… Not even!" I screeched, while giving Darien the evil eye. "How could you think I'd… I'd… With that?"
"Now Serena honey, calm down. We just want to know what's going on." My mother interjected before I could get even more hysterical. Her calm voice brought me back to reality as little else could have. I paused looking at my friends for confirmation before I could continue. I only got supportive looks from the Scouts in return.
"I'm sorry Mom… You both know I am Sailor Moon. Well let me start from the beginning. A little over a year ago these three boys were harassing a cat. She had this weird crescent moon on her head, but I didn't think anything of it at the time…" The Scouts and I told the rest of the tale leaving only the particular harrowing details out. We told them a shortened version of events right through to the fight with Beryl and meeting Vortar.
"But honey, you all are just children. You could have gotten hurt." My mother exclaimed after most of the story was finished.
"Mrs. Tuskino we have been injured before, but we do heal quickly due to our powers." Amy tried to explain, so that my mother wouldn't worry although the explanation had the opposite effect.
"You've been hurt? Badly?" My mother cried hugging me fiercely.
"Don't worry Mom, nothing serious just a few scrapes here and there." I tried to reassure her. [Not to mention the whole dying part.]
"I won't have you hurt Serena. I forbid you to become Sailor Moon." My father said in a very calm voice, contributing for the first time since we began our retelling. I reluctantly pulled myself from my mother's protective embrace to face my father.
"Dad, try to think rationally for a second. I know it's difficult to-"
"No. I won't listen to this. You could have been killed night after night. You've been sneaking around for over a year and I won't have anymore of it young lady. If something would have happened to you we never would have found out what happened, would we?" My father growled at me, taking a hold of my mother seemingly for support.
"I understand." I tried to explain only to be interrupted again.
"No you don't. You cannot understand. Now forbid it, do you understand me?" He bellowed.
"I understand you perfectly well Dad, but the scouts need me." I answered resolutely.
"They don't need you! I have seen you on television. It seems that you are always in the way, a liability in battles. You don't even know how to fight properly." My father answered cruelly, trying to discourage me from my destiny in his fear for my safety, each word like a knife in my gut. "If you are the only thing between our world and destruction then may god help us all."
"You had better start praying then, because I'm it." I choked out in a strangled voice.
"Like hell you are!" My father yelled hoarsely.
At this point I couldn't keep the tears in anymore as they began to run freely down my face. I glanced around the room. Raye and Lita looked fairly murderous, while Mina had a restraining arm on each of them, even Amy seemed furious. Darien sat in a chair quietly looking at me with an intense look in his eyes. As I turned back to my parents I saw my mother openly crying and my father doing his best to glare, but ending up simply looking terrified.
"Dad I have no choice." I exclaimed my own eyes flashing dangerously. "Do you really think I wanted any of this?" I asked incredulously. "That I wanted to be woken up night after night in the middle of the night so that, me along with four other teenage girls could fight youmas? So that everyday I wake up knowing that this day could very well be my last, or that one of my friends could die? Doing my best day after day and never having it be good enough? I'm fifteen years old; do you really think I asked for any of this? Well, DO YOU?"
"Serena." My dad tried to answer me but I was not finished yet.
"No Dad, I don't need this, not now. Don't you think everything that is going through your mind I haven't thought about a million times before? The fact still remains that I am the only one with enough power to stop the Negaverse. If there was anyone else who could do what I do I would give it up in a heartbeat, but there isn't. It's just us saving the world night after night, and I won't give up on the others. They are the reason I fight just as much as you two and Sammy, or heaven forbid Darien, even if he is a jerk with a minus zero personality." I exclaimed, watching a small smile grace Darien's face at my insult of him, even if the sentiment was indeed sincere. "I fight because I have no choice, but I'll be damned if I let anyone I care about get hurt. Quite frankly I don't care if you like it or not. Now I'm going to bed, excuse me."
I regally made my way across the room and up the stairs, ignoring my fathers sputtering and my mother's wailing, as well as Raye and Lita ripping into my father for screaming at me like that. I can't help smiling to myself as I realize Raye is my most ferocious supporter. [Who would have thought it?]
A knock at my door interrupts my musings as whomever knocks enters into the room I've claimed uninvited. I assume it's my mother but don't look up, so I am particularly surprised when I hear a deep voice chuckle. [I would know that satanic laugh anywhere.]
"You look like hell, Meatball Head." Darien whispers near my ear as he puts a comforting hand on my back.
"What do you want Satan?" I mumbled into my pillow all the while hiding my smile.
"You're in MY room." He tells me arrogantly. I expected him to say he was worried about me or something; his answer surprised me into looking at him. Darien's eyes were sparkling with devilish amusement at my shocked reaction. "Of course I wouldn't be averse to sharing."
He wiggled his eyebrow at me mock-lecherously and winked causing me to unexpectedly laugh outright.
"God, you're such a jerk." I said as I slapped his arm. Instead of getting up like he probably expected me to do I simply move over to make room for him next to me on the bed. Even though, or perhaps because, this is Darien I found that I didn't want to be alone that night. I guess he understood this to a certain extent because he climbed into bed next to me with out a word. We sat there in bed together each looking at the ceiling, until I hesitantly rested my head lightly on his chest. I expected him to move away, but instead he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. For the first time in a long while I felt safe and I slept without nightmares.