Another World
Chapter Nine
By Krissy Muffinhead
Serena searched through her large wardrobe for the fifteenth time in a desperate attempt to find something, ANYTHING, that she could wear out with Endymion. She moaned loudly to herself, sliding to the floor hopelessly. "Why me? Why me?" she moaned pathetically, shaking her fists at the ceiling.
"You are so pathetic! What is the matter with you?" said a voice. Ah, the loyal Mars, always around to witness Serena's lowest moments.
"Mars! You have to help me. I have a date with Endy tonight and nothing to wear . . ." she howled sadly.
Mars winced. "Geez Serena, quiet down, will you? Besides, I'm here to give you a package from Queen Serenity, not to help you seduce Endymion."
Serena bolted up from her spot on the floor. "Seduce?!" she yelped. "Mars, please, have a little discreetness!"
Mars waved her hand flippantly. "You're married now, so seduce away.
Anyways, here's the parcel."
Serena took it and sat on her bed to open it. Mars sat beside her, curiosity sparking in her. "Oh wow, look!" Serena gasped, holding up the sparkling white length of fabric. Mars stifled a gasp; yes, the dress was so beautiful, it was gasp-worthy.
It was a floor-length white silk gown with a covering of sheer wrap overtop. It gathered under the bust and flared out gracefully to the floor. The sleeves were sheer and began in line with the collarbone, before flaring into a wide cuff. Assorted bursts of soft blue beads adorned it, and all of this caused Mars to laugh evilly.
"What?" Serena cried, angry and a little frightened.
"You are so getting laid tonight," she teased.
"MARS!!!"
***
"Why me? Why me?" a desperate voice echoed the Princess's in a separate room. Mars heard and ducked her head into the room while walking past. She shook her head. This was getting pathetic.
Endymion was sitting on the floor in the same defeated position that Mars have found Serena in. "God, you two are sad!" she snapped, striding purposefully into the room.
He glanced up. "Mars . . but . . wha . ." he trailed off in confusion as she walked over to his wardrobe, grabbed something and threw it at him.
"Pull yourself together man!" were her final words before exited the room. He disentangled himself from the fabric and held out in front of him the perfect outfit.
"Yes! Victory!" he crowed, running to his door and slamming it shut before stripping down.
***
"I can't believe this, I'm a warrior for Mars not a fashion coordinator," Mars grumbled in annoyance as she continued walking down the hallway.
"Oh, you're much more than a fashion coordinator or a warrior," a smooth-talking voice called from behind her.
She turned to see Jadeite. "Oh, it's just you. Didn't even notice you were back," she said flippantly . . perhaps a little too flippantly?
Her response made him laugh out loud. "You know you missed me," he teased. She stubbornly shook her head. "C'mon, you can admit it." She shook her head again. "Not even a little bit?" Again, uh-uh. "Not even a smidge?" Jadeite's voice got smaller and higher as he went on. "Not even this much?" he squeaked, holding his forefinger and thumb a millimeter apart.
"Well . ." she put a finger to her chin in pretend contemplation. "Wait, never mind, no."
"You're so cruel!" he cried, falling to the floor in fake death. This almost got a giggle from her, but a blond hurricane whirled by before she had the chance.
"Bye-late-gotta-go-he's-gonna-kill-me!!!" they heard and saw a blur before it was gone, leaving behind only a slight breeze.
Mars and Jadeite stared at each other, wide-eyed. Dead silence reigned after the late princess had departed. Until . .
" . . So, you did miss me though, right?"
***
"So, how was patrolling?" Serena asked politely as her and Endymion walked arm in arm to town. So far, most of the way had been awkward silence and grateful stolen glances.
He nodded. "It was alright. I'm glad I could come home so soon though."
She smiled, looking up at him. "Me too."
They arrived at the small café whose sign at the front boasted 'The best plate of spaghetti in 5 miles'. For some reason, Serena found this hilarious, and soon the air was comfortable and the two could barely stop talking long enough to give their orders.
Endymion cracked up again at the story Serena was telling. "She really believed you were a ghost?"
Serena nodded emphatically. "Oh yes! I believe Mina's exact words were, 'It's the ghost of Labour Day Past'!" she giggled, and he burst into laughter again.
"Hey, what are you doing here Dare?" a sandy-haired man said, bringing two plates of food with him.
"Oh, hi Andy," Endymion said with a grin. Gesturing to Serena, he said, "This is my wife Serena. Serena, this is Andy."
She smiled happily. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Debonairly, he whisked her hand to his lips and said, "Enchanter, the pleasure is all mine."
Endymion whacked his shoulder. "Quick being funny, that's my wife you're flirting with."
Serena giggled. She couldn't remember seeing Endy so relaxed or at ease with anyone else . . with the possible exception of herself tonight. Now that was a nice thought. When Andy left to attend to other customers, she beckoned Endymion to lean forward so she could whisper in his ear.
"So, why did Andy call you Darien?" she said conspiratorially.
He laughed. "It's just a nickname. See, we first met when I left home for a few months to get a taste of 'normal life'. His family took me in, and since I obviously couldn't go by the name Endymion, I said my name was Darien. He still calls me than as kind of a joke. He's . . almost like a brother to me."
She nodded, contemplating. "Darien . . that's such a cute name!" she giggled.
She saw a strange glow enter his eyes, an almost evil glow. "Oh yeah? Well, guess who found out what your childhood nickname was?"
"Oh, no, please don't!" she begged, wringing her hands together dramatically.
"To-"
"No, please!" she cried desperately, reaching across the table to cover his mouth.
"Tootie!" he cried with glee, rubbing his hands together maniacally.
"NO!" she cried, slumping to her chair in defeat.
He laughed at her antics. "So, where did that name come from anyways, Tootie?"
She growled. "They were just being mean. Just because I couldn't say my 'kuh' sounds when I was little."
He laughed. "Handicapped much?"
She shook her fist in rage at him. "So instead of 'cookie', I said 'tootie', and they haven't let me live it down since!"
"Can I have a tootie? He he!" he giggled in a most un-Endymion way. She couldn't help but join in his infectious laughter, and they were both surprised to find that when they stopped, they had finished the meal.
Andy appeared with a slip of paper. "The bill, your royal Highnesses," he said with a flourish.
Endymion glared at her, eye twitching. "Why must you be so annoying?"
Andy chuckled. "Fine have it your way Darien," he stressed. "I suppose you two will be on your way then?"
Endymion smiled. "Yes, we've got big plans. We can't hang around this two- star joint forever you know."
"Hey!"
***
Meanwhile, in a dark, echoing room, a malicious voice spoke. "Have you found their location?"
The sound of droplets of water landing echoed in the silence before another voice spoke. "Yes. They are weak now. He has just returned, and she . . . well, she is herself. The time is ripe for your plan, your Majesty."
"Good." The voice sounded contemplative. "Kill them both, and their guards. We'll have no need for them in the days to come."
There was a pause, then the voice replied, "But the prince? Surely . ."
"Ah, yes." The first voice was filled with disdain. "Your prince, we will spare. But kill the little princess first. She has been a thorn in my side for much too long now."
There was a hint of glee in the second's voice. "Of course, my Queen. Your wish is my command."
***
Dun dun dun!!! And the plot thickens! No, not really, but here's hoping! Gods, it's been a long time since I updated, and here it this tiny little chapter. I know you all are very disgusted with me, but things have been crazy lately. I'm a mother and an aunt now! Of course, my child is a cute little gray kitten, but that's as good as a kid, right? Right?! Well, till next time (which will be before Christmas! I promise! If not, you hav permission to stone me!)
Random Rap Quote:
"Excuse me miss, I'm the s**t, you should come hang with me basically!"
- Jay-Z, La La La (Excuse me Miss Again)
Chapter Nine
By Krissy Muffinhead
Serena searched through her large wardrobe for the fifteenth time in a desperate attempt to find something, ANYTHING, that she could wear out with Endymion. She moaned loudly to herself, sliding to the floor hopelessly. "Why me? Why me?" she moaned pathetically, shaking her fists at the ceiling.
"You are so pathetic! What is the matter with you?" said a voice. Ah, the loyal Mars, always around to witness Serena's lowest moments.
"Mars! You have to help me. I have a date with Endy tonight and nothing to wear . . ." she howled sadly.
Mars winced. "Geez Serena, quiet down, will you? Besides, I'm here to give you a package from Queen Serenity, not to help you seduce Endymion."
Serena bolted up from her spot on the floor. "Seduce?!" she yelped. "Mars, please, have a little discreetness!"
Mars waved her hand flippantly. "You're married now, so seduce away.
Anyways, here's the parcel."
Serena took it and sat on her bed to open it. Mars sat beside her, curiosity sparking in her. "Oh wow, look!" Serena gasped, holding up the sparkling white length of fabric. Mars stifled a gasp; yes, the dress was so beautiful, it was gasp-worthy.
It was a floor-length white silk gown with a covering of sheer wrap overtop. It gathered under the bust and flared out gracefully to the floor. The sleeves were sheer and began in line with the collarbone, before flaring into a wide cuff. Assorted bursts of soft blue beads adorned it, and all of this caused Mars to laugh evilly.
"What?" Serena cried, angry and a little frightened.
"You are so getting laid tonight," she teased.
"MARS!!!"
***
"Why me? Why me?" a desperate voice echoed the Princess's in a separate room. Mars heard and ducked her head into the room while walking past. She shook her head. This was getting pathetic.
Endymion was sitting on the floor in the same defeated position that Mars have found Serena in. "God, you two are sad!" she snapped, striding purposefully into the room.
He glanced up. "Mars . . but . . wha . ." he trailed off in confusion as she walked over to his wardrobe, grabbed something and threw it at him.
"Pull yourself together man!" were her final words before exited the room. He disentangled himself from the fabric and held out in front of him the perfect outfit.
"Yes! Victory!" he crowed, running to his door and slamming it shut before stripping down.
***
"I can't believe this, I'm a warrior for Mars not a fashion coordinator," Mars grumbled in annoyance as she continued walking down the hallway.
"Oh, you're much more than a fashion coordinator or a warrior," a smooth-talking voice called from behind her.
She turned to see Jadeite. "Oh, it's just you. Didn't even notice you were back," she said flippantly . . perhaps a little too flippantly?
Her response made him laugh out loud. "You know you missed me," he teased. She stubbornly shook her head. "C'mon, you can admit it." She shook her head again. "Not even a little bit?" Again, uh-uh. "Not even a smidge?" Jadeite's voice got smaller and higher as he went on. "Not even this much?" he squeaked, holding his forefinger and thumb a millimeter apart.
"Well . ." she put a finger to her chin in pretend contemplation. "Wait, never mind, no."
"You're so cruel!" he cried, falling to the floor in fake death. This almost got a giggle from her, but a blond hurricane whirled by before she had the chance.
"Bye-late-gotta-go-he's-gonna-kill-me!!!" they heard and saw a blur before it was gone, leaving behind only a slight breeze.
Mars and Jadeite stared at each other, wide-eyed. Dead silence reigned after the late princess had departed. Until . .
" . . So, you did miss me though, right?"
***
"So, how was patrolling?" Serena asked politely as her and Endymion walked arm in arm to town. So far, most of the way had been awkward silence and grateful stolen glances.
He nodded. "It was alright. I'm glad I could come home so soon though."
She smiled, looking up at him. "Me too."
They arrived at the small café whose sign at the front boasted 'The best plate of spaghetti in 5 miles'. For some reason, Serena found this hilarious, and soon the air was comfortable and the two could barely stop talking long enough to give their orders.
Endymion cracked up again at the story Serena was telling. "She really believed you were a ghost?"
Serena nodded emphatically. "Oh yes! I believe Mina's exact words were, 'It's the ghost of Labour Day Past'!" she giggled, and he burst into laughter again.
"Hey, what are you doing here Dare?" a sandy-haired man said, bringing two plates of food with him.
"Oh, hi Andy," Endymion said with a grin. Gesturing to Serena, he said, "This is my wife Serena. Serena, this is Andy."
She smiled happily. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Debonairly, he whisked her hand to his lips and said, "Enchanter, the pleasure is all mine."
Endymion whacked his shoulder. "Quick being funny, that's my wife you're flirting with."
Serena giggled. She couldn't remember seeing Endy so relaxed or at ease with anyone else . . with the possible exception of herself tonight. Now that was a nice thought. When Andy left to attend to other customers, she beckoned Endymion to lean forward so she could whisper in his ear.
"So, why did Andy call you Darien?" she said conspiratorially.
He laughed. "It's just a nickname. See, we first met when I left home for a few months to get a taste of 'normal life'. His family took me in, and since I obviously couldn't go by the name Endymion, I said my name was Darien. He still calls me than as kind of a joke. He's . . almost like a brother to me."
She nodded, contemplating. "Darien . . that's such a cute name!" she giggled.
She saw a strange glow enter his eyes, an almost evil glow. "Oh yeah? Well, guess who found out what your childhood nickname was?"
"Oh, no, please don't!" she begged, wringing her hands together dramatically.
"To-"
"No, please!" she cried desperately, reaching across the table to cover his mouth.
"Tootie!" he cried with glee, rubbing his hands together maniacally.
"NO!" she cried, slumping to her chair in defeat.
He laughed at her antics. "So, where did that name come from anyways, Tootie?"
She growled. "They were just being mean. Just because I couldn't say my 'kuh' sounds when I was little."
He laughed. "Handicapped much?"
She shook her fist in rage at him. "So instead of 'cookie', I said 'tootie', and they haven't let me live it down since!"
"Can I have a tootie? He he!" he giggled in a most un-Endymion way. She couldn't help but join in his infectious laughter, and they were both surprised to find that when they stopped, they had finished the meal.
Andy appeared with a slip of paper. "The bill, your royal Highnesses," he said with a flourish.
Endymion glared at her, eye twitching. "Why must you be so annoying?"
Andy chuckled. "Fine have it your way Darien," he stressed. "I suppose you two will be on your way then?"
Endymion smiled. "Yes, we've got big plans. We can't hang around this two- star joint forever you know."
"Hey!"
***
Meanwhile, in a dark, echoing room, a malicious voice spoke. "Have you found their location?"
The sound of droplets of water landing echoed in the silence before another voice spoke. "Yes. They are weak now. He has just returned, and she . . . well, she is herself. The time is ripe for your plan, your Majesty."
"Good." The voice sounded contemplative. "Kill them both, and their guards. We'll have no need for them in the days to come."
There was a pause, then the voice replied, "But the prince? Surely . ."
"Ah, yes." The first voice was filled with disdain. "Your prince, we will spare. But kill the little princess first. She has been a thorn in my side for much too long now."
There was a hint of glee in the second's voice. "Of course, my Queen. Your wish is my command."
***
Dun dun dun!!! And the plot thickens! No, not really, but here's hoping! Gods, it's been a long time since I updated, and here it this tiny little chapter. I know you all are very disgusted with me, but things have been crazy lately. I'm a mother and an aunt now! Of course, my child is a cute little gray kitten, but that's as good as a kid, right? Right?! Well, till next time (which will be before Christmas! I promise! If not, you hav permission to stone me!)
Random Rap Quote:
"Excuse me miss, I'm the s**t, you should come hang with me basically!"
- Jay-Z, La La La (Excuse me Miss Again)