A/N: Even sorrier for this time lapse, but hey, what can you do when you
don't have a computer and have to work all summer? Anyways, I'm back and
will be updating more and more to make up for the extreme time lapse.
Thanks to everyone who has read!
I forgot to put in my shoutouts! And the name of this chapter is from
Peter Gabriel. Thanks to all who have reviewed already!
Disclaimer: Don't you think I know that I don't own Sailor Moon? Personally, I think that this is the way of the Powers That Be to torment me.
SHOUTOUTS:
Just a teen: Jealous is always best. (Evil Grin)
Lazzykane: I want him to worry, A LOT!
Phantasy Star: See above.
If ifs were fifths, we'd all be drunk. (I want a drink.)
Chapter 6- I Grieve
Darien lay on his bed, stone cold drunk.
After he had seen Serena and Seiya walk away together, he hit up the nearest liquor store for some tequila. When he got to his apartment he drank both bottles.
It didn't help. Instead of making him pass out, the tequila made his mind clearer than ever. Instead of stopping his thoughts, it was making him acknowledge what he might have never otherwise. All of his usual mental inhibitors were down.
If there was one thing Darien hated, it was to have to admit that he was wrong. And he knew now that he had been very wrong, and that Serena had been right.
"Serena."
That was about the only coherent word that he had been able to get out, the only thing that he'd been saying for the past few hours. Since Andrew had left.
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About halfway through his 'drown-my-sorrows' session, Andrew had unexpectedly dropped by, and Darien had opened the door to see his oldest friend staring at him in horror.
"Man, what is the matter with you?" Andrew demanded. "Are you drunk?" He had never seen Darien like that before: Wild eyed, and looking anything but calm. "How do you expect to be at work tomorrow?"
"Don't worry about me," Darien slurred, horrifying his friend more. "S'only tequila. No hangover, man. I'll be a'ight."
"This is seriously jacked up," Andrew had said in disgust. "And you are seriously fucked up. Get hold of yourself man!" He shouted the last, impatiently.
"What for?" Darien asked. "So I can feel even more like an idiot?" His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. "You know who I saw today?" Without waiting for a reply, he charged ahead. "I saw her, saw her with Mr. Hair, d'you remember him? He was TOUCHING her."
"You know you've got no one else to blame besides yourself," Andrew had asked him with absolutely no sympathy at all. "I saw them earlier, at the Arcade. Serena hasn't smiled like that in a while," he had deliberately poured salt into a still bleeding wound.
That however, had been the final straw for Darien who then stood up, his face purple with rage.
"Get out."
"Darien --"
"NOW!" Darien screamed. Then sank down to the floor, sobbing.
Overwhelmed, Andrew had let himself out, promising that if there was any way that he could help Darien get Serena back, he'd do it. That kind of misery he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.
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Now all Darien seemed capable of was staring at the ceiling, stupefied.
"Serena, I love you, I do," he said to the uncaring ceiling. "I'd give anything for you to smile at me again."
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A/N: This didn't really come out like I wanted. I may revise. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: Don't you think I know that I don't own Sailor Moon? Personally, I think that this is the way of the Powers That Be to torment me.
SHOUTOUTS:
Just a teen: Jealous is always best. (Evil Grin)
Lazzykane: I want him to worry, A LOT!
Phantasy Star: See above.
If ifs were fifths, we'd all be drunk. (I want a drink.)
Chapter 6- I Grieve
Darien lay on his bed, stone cold drunk.
After he had seen Serena and Seiya walk away together, he hit up the nearest liquor store for some tequila. When he got to his apartment he drank both bottles.
It didn't help. Instead of making him pass out, the tequila made his mind clearer than ever. Instead of stopping his thoughts, it was making him acknowledge what he might have never otherwise. All of his usual mental inhibitors were down.
If there was one thing Darien hated, it was to have to admit that he was wrong. And he knew now that he had been very wrong, and that Serena had been right.
"Serena."
That was about the only coherent word that he had been able to get out, the only thing that he'd been saying for the past few hours. Since Andrew had left.
*********************************************************************
About halfway through his 'drown-my-sorrows' session, Andrew had unexpectedly dropped by, and Darien had opened the door to see his oldest friend staring at him in horror.
"Man, what is the matter with you?" Andrew demanded. "Are you drunk?" He had never seen Darien like that before: Wild eyed, and looking anything but calm. "How do you expect to be at work tomorrow?"
"Don't worry about me," Darien slurred, horrifying his friend more. "S'only tequila. No hangover, man. I'll be a'ight."
"This is seriously jacked up," Andrew had said in disgust. "And you are seriously fucked up. Get hold of yourself man!" He shouted the last, impatiently.
"What for?" Darien asked. "So I can feel even more like an idiot?" His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. "You know who I saw today?" Without waiting for a reply, he charged ahead. "I saw her, saw her with Mr. Hair, d'you remember him? He was TOUCHING her."
"You know you've got no one else to blame besides yourself," Andrew had asked him with absolutely no sympathy at all. "I saw them earlier, at the Arcade. Serena hasn't smiled like that in a while," he had deliberately poured salt into a still bleeding wound.
That however, had been the final straw for Darien who then stood up, his face purple with rage.
"Get out."
"Darien --"
"NOW!" Darien screamed. Then sank down to the floor, sobbing.
Overwhelmed, Andrew had let himself out, promising that if there was any way that he could help Darien get Serena back, he'd do it. That kind of misery he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.
*********************************************************************
Now all Darien seemed capable of was staring at the ceiling, stupefied.
"Serena, I love you, I do," he said to the uncaring ceiling. "I'd give anything for you to smile at me again."
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A/N: This didn't really come out like I wanted. I may revise. Tell me what you think.