Title: Suppressed Feelings Part 4 By: Ami D'Aqua Email: ami_daqua@hotmail.com Series: Sailor Moon Rating: PG-12

Ohio Minna, part four is heeeeeeeeere:

Disclaimers: *Mmmmm, it's just the usual blah, blah..."

starzstruck-1: thanks alot!

Miiaevia: I'm with you on the whole life's so goddamn depressing, so I'm really not planning on being so evil

neverxsaid: thanks! I knew it was something starting with an S. *duh, it's self on head*

Lara1786: thanks! And to think that I actually updated ASAP!

sally: yes, yes, I will keep it up... I hope...

sanora: agree with you totally! It does get me feedback, and I really should update more often, but there are only 24 hours in a day... *I like to blame it all on school... it's all THEIR fault*

Cristal-moon: you know Spanish? Coolness! *looks around checking if there's a spy behind me, then faces you with starry eyes* Maybe you can help be with my homework *kidding*! Anyway, thanks for the review!

mgmdrums: I am hurrying, I am hurrying! (This is like the phrase that I say more than any other sentence! It's my bane for being such a slow person: slow in eating, talking, walking, writing, doing homework... but I like things to be slow!)

Lady of Enchantment: *panicky* don't cry don't cry *desperately looks around for something, finds a computer, grabs it and puts it inform of you* here, here's another chapter!

samsonite: thank you! And look, I've been a good doggie, I've updated! *wags tail*

Moonwalker: I know it's wrong, but I just couldn't help myself—by evil self took over me before I could do anything.

aurora: your wish, my command...or however that saying goes...

sqeekers: *squeal* hang on... I meant *squeak*... don't ask... result of too much sugar in blood.

CCE: does CCE stand for anything?

Ghetto Queen: how I could do this? Because I am evill! (muhahaha) *kidding* ... And she almost got hit by a car, but our gallant knight came to the rescue not a second too late or too soon! Begging always works... I really have to get rid of my conscience... One day I'll find a way...

Sun+Moon,Earth+Sky: I told you I'd update soon! As a reader I know how frustrating it can be to have to wait ages for an update! *how I never seem to learn from experiences however is another story*

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"Meatball Head," he whispered in her ear, with a helplessly mellow, and almost despairing voice, "Look at me, baby..."

Oh, how could Serena resist *that* command? Even if her brain still wanted to remain on his chest, but her heart compelled her to automatically look up...

Bittersweet. Bittersweet was the way things were. When she looked into his eyes it was bittersweet; those perfect emotion lacking, yet awe-inspiring, and well, bittersweet deep-sea, indigo eyes. Bitter; he would never look at a fifteen-year-old girl like her, she was just his favourite torturee. Sweet, sweet as honey was that elated feeling that overtook her heart and tummy every time she saw him or even just thought of him; the feeling that caused her to klutz out whenever she felt his presence.

"I'm sorry," he muttered just a bit louder, "You might not believe it, but I really am..." he trailed off.

"I'm sorry too," Serena whispered instantly regretting her speech at the arcade, and feeling the embarrassment took over her. "I didn't mean half of the things I said over there..."

"It's alright; I deserved it," he said looking intensely, into her eyes.

Serena couldn't argue with that! So she just gave him a weak smile and tried to stand up. She couldn't stand- as she tried to lift herself up; she felt her right foot ache and would have fallen on the ground if Darien hadn't held her. They finally noticed the crowd watching, and told them that everything was in control. But, oh, imagine the bloody scene that we would've witnessed if he'd been just a few seconds later! With that said crowd started to disperse, and Serena started to walk slowly holding steadily on to Darien's shoulders.

They hadn't gone very long when Darien did a surprising thing. He lifted her up and carried her "princess style" the rest of the way. Serena was so lost in cloud number nice that she forgot to ask him where they were going. Like, hello, DARIEN had just apologized!... And was now, carrying her... Even a college girl wouldn't be able to resist daydreaming if they ever were so fortunate to find themselves in Serena's place! It was only when she found herself sitting on a black leather couch in a tremendously methodically, orderly room when she threw the question.

"My apartment," Darien said and walked into the what-seemed-to-be a bathroom and got out a first aid kit.

'Oh-' Serena watched him as he kneeled in front of her, on the floor, and then undressed her foot. He looked so concerned- 'What? Did he just say *His* apartment? Was she lucky or what?' Serena blushed. She felt Darien's mild hands gently touching her bare foot and ankle, and a sparkling feeling rushed up her spine.

"It's not broken," he told her, with his eyes still on the foot. Then he wrapped a band-aid, medium tightly around her ankle and foot. It was done, and he told her that she should not force the foot, so if she wanted to do something she should call him.

Serena was in complete heaven! She was in Darien's luxurious apartment and he was taking care of her- Reality struck Serena! Oh no!

"I want to go home!" she said with tears already in her eyes. "You're going to tease me big time tomorrow! I don't want to be here anymore— Whaaaaaaaaaaaah!" (AN: - Well, what do we know?)

"Calm down, Meatball Head," he yelled over Serena's wail and then hugged her into silence. "First of all, you won't be able to walk for the next week or so... but why would I want to tease you about an accident?"

"Because you hate me and are always mean to me," Serena subbed in his green blazer; it smelled like roses...hmmmm. "You think I'm ugly, stupid, klutzy, fat, and a cry-baby."

"Shut up, Meatball Head," he said placing a finger on her lips. They were so close, so, so close, but they didn't realize it. "I don't hate you. You're not ugly, you're not fat, nor a cry-baby. You are klutzy but how could anyone you hate for that? Your klutziness is just funny and cute. And you're not stupid; I'm sure that if everybody stopped highlighting that (especially me), and started helping you instead, you would be bright."

"Then why do you call me those names if you don't mean it?" she looked up when she asked this, and saw a faint stir in those gorgeous blue, feeling- less eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered glaring hard at her, probably trying to hide the fact that his facade was breaking. Serena, too, could see that, she had reached under that mask which he competently bore to the world around him. She could see that his true self was very kind-hearted. "I guess I was jealous because you're always so cheerful, compassionate, tolerant, and generous to everyone. And I envied the fact that nothing would upset you for a very long time— not even me. And the fact that you have so many people that like you and want to befriend you, while I, I didn't have any one... any friends..." Darien knew he was being immature by telling her this, but he just could help himself this time.

"Oh, Darien," she cried concerned, still looking into his eyes, and still seeing the destruction of that compact masque. "Why don't you just try to make friends with people?" she said something that was obvious to her, that absolutely shattered that emotionless masque, that allowed Serena for the first time to see emotion in those eyes...so much sorrow.

"It's not easy to make friends when you know that everything you cherish will be taken away from you," he sighed, still hugging her but now it was more for comfort than to *give* comfort. Serena just stared at him perplexed, not understanding what he meant, and urging him to explain.

"When I was a child, about six years old, my family and I were involved in a car crash. I survived but my parents... ... ... passed away. And I have amnesia, so I can't remember anything about the time before I woke up in that hospital bed.

"Then I went to live in a boarding school, and the principal, who was a very old lady, treated me like her own son. But she also died- of old age. And at her deathbed she gave me an old fashioned watch... But my roommate, who hated me, destroyed it- it was the last remembrance that I had of Mrs. Grant-. And I learned my lesson; they say when it happens for the second time it will surely happed again, so I didn't bother to make friends."

"But have you heard of this saying: The third time makes the magic, or breaks the curse?" Serena said trying to console, "Or the one where they say that all lucky things come in threes?"

"Yes, but-"

"Let me be your friend!" Serena appealed sliding her arms around his waist, squeezing him, making him smile.

"Alright," he said realising how close they were, "I'll stop teasing you, but I can't promise to stop calling you Meatball Head."

Serena tried to frown, but did not succeed and a genuine smile magiced it's way, instead. Darien laughed at her, not the mocking one that he used to give her, his laugh was as beautiful as silver bells ringing on an April morning. He then stood up, and asked if she wanted to go home.

"My mom isn't worried yet, but it wouldn't hurt to go home now," she agreed, "Besides, I need to study for a huge exam that's coming up in two weeks. You know, I actually want to pass into ninth grade!"

"Well, you'd better really study, since you'll be missing at least a week of school..."

"Oh no! Don't tell me that! I was actually planning to ask Ms. Haruna about all the things... I'll never make it alone- Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"It's alright, Meatball Head!" Darien shouted over the girl's wail. "If you don't mind, I can tutor you... For the time that you're home... If you want to, that is."

"'if I want to?' - *You* will?" Serena suddenly brightened up. "Oh yes, please do that! Come on let's get going 'cause all my textbooks are at home," she said this standing getting ready to walk.

"Meatball Head! *Sit* *down*! If you want to move call me, for heaven's sake, or you'll end up *breaking* that ankle," he practically screamed, and his eyes showed pure concern.

Serena sat down again and Darien walked over to her and carried her (princes style, again!). They took the elevator to the building's garage and then he sat her in a cool red sport's car. Wow, Serena thought. They drove to Serena's home with her asking all kind's of questions on how he'd managed to get such a posh apartment and have such an expensive luxury of a car considering that he was just a college student. Darien was annoyed, of course, but answered that he had inherited it all from his parents. Serena got the hint in his tone (AN: yes, yes, yes, she wasn't stupid as you might think!). She couldn't believe it; she had totally gotten the wrong impression of him. He wasn't a show off at all! -Well, he showed off big time about how intelligent he was, but then again who wouldn't if they were the valedictorian of Medical School? But she'd never heard him talk about how much money he had.

They were there, right in front of Serena's door. Irene opened the door for them, rather surprised and curious, imagining things- until the accident came out. She smiled and thanked Darien more than enough. Darien said well too many times that "it was his pleasure", and started to blush. Serena then told her mom that Darien would stay a bit to help her study, and commanded him to take her up to her room. Darien sat her by her desk, and they had a little argument because she wanted to study on the bed. He refused, and told her that it wasn't a good study skill, and that a person learns better if he's sitting by a desk.

Darien remained assisting Serena for hours, making her take a two-minute break every half hour and change subject every hour. At first Serena seemed like a lost case, and caused Darien to be cheesed off, but he didn't surrender and as hours passed by Darien could see the progress she had made in grasping the process of solving equations, explaining molecules, and telling about the Meiji Era. Darien was actually pleased with Serena by the time Irene arrived to announce that dinner was ready (AN: and to be careful that Ken had arrived...^_^).

"You can stay to eat with us if you want, Darien," Irene smiled knowingly. Serena had caught that shine in her mother's eyes. Irene figured out that her daughter crushed on the bloke that was tutoring her.

"Oh, it's okay," Darien was trying to decline, "I don't want to cause you trouble."

"Young man, you can't be serious when you say trouble!" she explained pouting (AN: now he knew from whom Serena had inherited her pouting skills...). "You've been helping my lazy daughter without going crazy for four hours straight, and you don't want me to serve you dinner?!"

"Yeah, stay and eat here!" Serena chipped in, "Mom makes the greatest food," and then she whispered so that her mom wouldn't hear, "-After Lita..."

"Well, I-" Darien started.

"Great!" Irene said to Darien, and then walked out the door, and shouted "Sammy, lay another plate!" Then she disappeared down the stairs followed by Serena and Darien (the former still being carried... Irene is evil).

Dinner went on *almost* smoothly. Irene didn't make any bizarre comments (AN: Lucky girl! She's got the perfect mom! But I wouldn't say the same about her dad, hehe!), and her brother didn't say any embarrassing things, other than tease her about how stupid she was. It was only her dad that cast suspicious glances at Darien, making the poor guy flush (AN: let me explain this :) - not just a dim pinkness, but Darien *really* blushed during that dinner. However, his flush was nothing compared to Serena's; who had turned into a tomato in the course of the meal. What was wrong with her dad? Was he trying to frighten Darien away or something? Finally the dinner was over, Darien went home and Serena was put to bed.

"He's really handsome, Sere," Irene giggled as she tugged her daughter's blanket. "But poor guy... I will talk some sense into your father, don't worry! Did you see the way he looked at you?" Irene winked at her daughter as she turned off the lights.

Serena lay on her bed thinking. What did she mean "the way Darien looked at her"? Why are people always trying to comfort her in such way? Why are they giving her hope, when there is no hope? He was just a friend now. He didn't like her in that way. Even so, he had really trusted her that day; Serena knew that! He had opened up to her, of all people... she was sure that she was the first person that he had related his story to. This meant that she was special to him, in some way or another, right? She remembered all the things he had told her during their conversation, and fell asleep peacefully.

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