A/N: Lookie I finished another chapter! I know it's been awhile but there were things I had to take care of and still do. Thank you for being patient readers and reviewers. You guys are the best!

To clear things up for some people, Darien does not know that Serena is a model he merely thought it strange that she wore "normal" clothes for once. He finds it interesting and feels the need to 'pry' more information out of her.

Well enjoy chapter 4! Please Review!

NOTE: This chapter will be in Serena's POV

Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon

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Chapter 4: The Joys of Blackmail

            Waking up was hard…though it is inevitable I might as well do it sooner then later right? I didn't feel too good after breakfast was done, not to mention when it came time to get ready for that meeting with Darien. Certainly he wouldn't be too curious about the incident yesterday would he? Shaking my head to clear the awful thoughts of him figuring out my identity, I began to tie my hair in its usual half bun. Now, the hardest part came…I have to pick an outfit.

            You may think that I'm overreacting about this whole thing, but let me tell you I'm not. After all, dressing in an oversized uniform was normal for me…but only normal during school. Now, however I can't possibly wear my school uniform to his house, it's a Saturday for goodness sakes! I mean come on! Darien's not so dense to not see through the façade in that case is he?

            I walked over to me closet; my eyes scanned the mass of colorful outfits that hung there. Aha! Jackpot! I patted myself on the back and retrieved a loose long sleeve button up white blouse, and a pair of black pants from the walk in closet. Surely this look wouldn't be suspicious…right? I'm not quite sure of anything anymore…I wonder how much he knows? Oh Selene help us all; if he finds out, I'm toast!

            I quickly changed clothing and discarded my pink sleeping tank and pants into the dirty laundry basket. Then I proceeded to put on the final touch of my disguise…my thick glasses. I swear I think those things are making my eyes go bad! Though they aren't real glasses, they are a major pain when they get fogged up.

            Hearing my phone ring I'm extremely nervous to pick it up. My hand snakes out to grab the Samsung cell phone lying on my bed, yep…it was who I thought it would be…Darien Shields…lucky me…do you not hear the enthusiasm in my voice? I'm ecstatic. 

            "Hello?" I ask in a non-too eager voice, maybe he'll think I'm sick and decide to cancel today's meeting. Yeah, that's right, and maybe pigs will sprout wings and fly me to the moon.

            "Serena? Do you need me to pick you up?"

            Yep, no flying pigs here. 

            "No, No, No! It's fine, I'm sure I can catch a ride there!" I mentally snorted; of course I can produce a ride!

            "Alright then, you know where to go right? I gave you the directions to my house the other day." He says.

            "Yeah, I'm sure I can figure it out, don't worry." I assured him.

            "Okay then, see you in a bit." I heard him say before we both hung up the phone.         

I'm off to face my demise. But first, I need to call Seiya.

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            "Please!" I pleaded using the best puppy face I could muster under those thick black-framed glasses.

            "Serena that's not fair! You know I can't stand that face! I demand you to stop immediately!" He sounded like Luna if you ask me. Seiya sounded frustrated…frustration is not good…especially when you're driving…not to mention when a certain little me is in the car with him! I must admit…I'm scared of dying…I'm a wimp, so sue me! On second thought, don't.

            "But Seiya!" I continued to whine. "If Darien finds out, I'm screwed! No I would be way past screwed! I would be like the nails stuck on the wall that you can never unscrew!" I must admit that was a tad overboard, but hey, if it works I'm using it.

            "You want me to lie to one of my best friends? Where are your morals Serena? He deserves to know the truth." My childhood friend spoke…oh how I yearn to strangle him at this point.

            Now…Seiya, at the moment I don't have any morals, whatever helps in saving my butt is the way I'm going. "I'm not asking you to "lie" to him per se…I'm merely asking you to not state the fact that I'm a model. See? There, that's not lying its…filtering information! That's right! Filtering information! Whatever he doesn't need to know, he won't find out! That will keep you happy, because you won't be lying to him. It will keep me happy, and the world will still go around!" I think my persuasion skills are kicking in, yep any minute now he'll succumb to my witty words…why don't I become a lawyer? Hey that's a thought! Better keep that in mind.

            "So what do you say Seiya? Are you in? Will you do it?" Somehow I feel like I'm the devil asking him if he would like to sell his soul to me.

            He sighs deeply. "Oh no! No deep sigh! Deep sighs are not good!" Now I'm the one frustrated! And I can't do much since I'm sitting in a car that's currently driving to Darien's house. Funny situation I'm in huh?

            "Serena, are you sure about this?"

            "What is so horrible? It's not like you're committing first-degree murder or something! You know Seiya." I sigh…I didn't want to do this…he made me do it! I don't care if he'll hate me…he'll get over it, and if he doesn't…I'll make him get over it! If all else fails you know what they say? Use blackmail.

            "I'll call Katie up and plan a little get together, don't make me show her the pictures of you in those barney boxers…oh and I have ones of you in the care bear ones too. You looked precious." It wasn't his fault his grandmother gave him those boxers for Christmas…and it also wasn't his fault his mother packed only those boxers to a sleepover at my house. Darn it I love that woman! However…it was his fault he wore them! I'm not giving him much of a choice am I? It's either his fault…or it's his fault. But what can I say? I was tempted…the camera just went off on it's own! I feel bad…but in a good way, who would've thought being evil could feel so…good.

            "You wouldn't" He glared at me.

            "Oh…I so would."

            "Fine, Fine! If he calls I won't say a word about you and modeling, feel better now?" I knew he would give in! The party in my mind ended though when Seiya pulled up outside a nice fairly large house…mine was bigger.

            "This is it, now get out of my face princess before I change my mind." He growled…touchy, touchy!

            "Love you too." I replied as I got out of the car and closed the door.

            "Call me when you're done okay." He states as he drives away…the bastard…leaving poor defenseless little Serena to face big bad Darien all alone…see if I give him anything good for Christmas! Oh well…it's now or never. Preferably never…but I don't really have a choice now do I?

            I was nervous as my hand lifted to knock on the big wooden oak door. 'I can't do this!' I mentally scream as I retract my hand…I still have time to run away and hide! Oh…too late. The door opened and a woman about my mother's age appears.

            "Um…hi…is Darien here?" I asked nervously…I feel like a tiny mouse about to be eaten…I don't like feeling like furry little critters being preyed upon! But this woman looked nice enough.

            "Why yes dear, you must be Serena Tsukino, Darien's expecting you, and I'm Darien's mother." She smiled warmly and offered a hand.

            I shyly shook her hand and stepped inside as she motioned me to come in. Maybe it wouldn't go so bad after all. And maybe I should learn not to jinx my luck.

            "I'm so glad you're here, do you know how long it's been since Darien's talked about any of his girlfriends or brought any of them home? It's been at least a month. You seem like such a sweet girl, Darien is so lucky to have finally found a good girl amongst the bunch of rebels and fake females in the teen population of Juuban high."

            Whoa there…we need to rewind. Now I wonder…exactly what did he tell her? "Mrs. Shields I think you have it all wrong…Darien and I are doing a project together…our relationship is strictly platonic"

            "Oh yes, yes dear, that's what they all used to say when they came over for a "project". I'm sure you won't think so after today." She chirped still happy. 

            Gee, her words made me feel so comforted. She may be nice, but she's a tad bit scary. And then the devil himself appeared.

            "Mom who is it?" Darien asked as he descended the stairs. Now in movies you would describe the heart throb walking down the stairs with his hair slicked back, his shirt tucked in and his million dollar smile that could make ten girls swoon…well this just goes to show I'm in no movie.

            Darien came down with his hair sticking out from all over the place, his shirt half untucked and a slight frown on his face. In short he looked like he just got out of bed…yep…some prince charming. However I couldn't help but notice he still looked good, even if it appeared like a bird just officially claimed his head, as it's nest. He had that careless sexy look that only a few numbered people could pull off. Damn him! Even in his bedridden state he still manages to look like one of those male models in the magazines. Grr…why can't I look like that when I get out of bed!? This just goes to show you some things in life are just so unfair!

            "Oh hey Serena, sorry I took a nap and completely forgot about the time." He mumbled carelessly.

               "That's alright, let's get started." I said, it was going to be a long day.

               "Let's work in my room, it's upstairs." He motioned for me to follow and I obeyed…what is this? I'm not a servant taking orders from her master, dang it!

               When we finally got up to his room I was shocked to say the least. I'm sorry to have to say this, but I haven't seen many guys who have clean and neat rooms…Darien was the exception.

               White walls with scenic paintings greeted me. His king sized bed adorned with champagne silk sheets lay on the left hand side of the bedroom from where I was facing. A stack of CD's was neatly placed on his working desk along with his CD player. It was placed near his computer table. It's funny how, there wasn't a single piece of laundry out of place on the floor. Sometimes you find out things about people that just put you in shock mode, but then again I really didn't know anything about him before anyways, so I shouldn't be talking.

               In my shocked and trance like state I felt the burning need to gain more knowledge about him through his possessions. Walking over to his CD's I began to look through them one by one.

               "Mozart? Beethoven? You don't strike me as the type to like classical music you know?" It never occurred to me that we even had some small little thing in common.      

               "I love classical music, it's very soothing." He replies to my utter amazement.

               "Wow, same here."

               He merely looks up from the bed where he was currently situated to give me a smile. If I didn't know any better I would've probably fell for him then and there…like I said if I didn't know any better!  

               I put the CD's back where I found them and moved towards the bed to sit down next to him.

               "I was thinking maybe we should do something about the life of a geisha." I suggested. After all we've been studying about geisha's in history class for quite some time now, it would only be fitting if it were our topic for our project.

               "It sounds interesting enough, but let's leave that for a little later shall we?" He replies. Why does he sound like he wasn't interested in the project anymore?

               My thoughts were confirmed to be true when his innocent smile turned into a wolfish grin. Serena…girl you have just gotten yourself into a terrible situation. MAYDAY, MAYDAY! My mind screams out loudly.

               "Now…since we're here and we're history partners, I think we should get to know each other better before starting the project."

               Oh hell no! I feel he is suddenly treading on dangerous territory! "I don't think that's necessary Darien, after all I know all there is for me to need to know about you and vise versa, let's just keep it at a friendly acquaintance level okay?" That should keep him at bay.

               "Oh but I insist!"

               Or not.

               "I propose we play a little game, I ask you a question and you answer it truthfully, and in turn you get to ask me a question and I'll have to answer it truthfully. That way we both sides will have a better understanding of one another."

               Is it just me? Or is there suddenly a new name under my 'To Kill' list.

               "And you know what, I'll give you the advantage, you can start first."

               Psh, like that's any better!

               "Fine!" Bring it on Darien Shields! "What was your mother talking about when she said girls who come over for 'projects' usually end up more then just your project partner at the end of the day?" Ha! Let's see you answer that! My fingers tapped on my thighs impatiently as I wait for his answer.

               After a moment of hesitation he finally answers. "Well they're the ones that are all over me, most of the time I don't want anything to do with them." Later on as I find out, he was telling the truth, or at least part of it. Usually the girls would be all over him but he wouldn't pay them any mind. However there were those few exceptions. He's male? What do you expect? Hormones don't keep at bay forever you know?

               "Now, if I'm not mistaken I believe it's my turn." His grin widens…not a good sign. Hmm…maybe running away wouldn't be such a bad idea right about now.

               My mother used to tell me not to tick off my cat too much, because he might scratch if I angered him enough. Sure enough being as naïve and careless as I was I pissed off my cat…and you know what the result was? He scratched me.

               To sum it all up, Darien doesn't look like a happy camper, and if you ask me it seems like he's only begun to sharpen his claws. 

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Well I just wanted to see whether or not I like writing in Serena's POV better or in narrator's POV…personally I think I like it better in Serena's point of view.

Anyways tell me what you think about the story, and what point of view you like better, I would really like to know.

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