Hey guys! Thank you to all the reviewers, you really made my day. As
I said before, IN THIS CHAPTER THERE IS A LEMON, though it does not involve
Darien and Serena. I don't own Sailor Moon, don't sue me.
"Darien. I don't want to do this."
"Serena, what's wrong?" Darien got up and began to walk over to Serena, but she just kept backing away. Darien's eyes narrowed and his mind reeled, 'She said she always waited to this moment... what did I do to hurt her?' Darien gave Serena a pleading look, still scared that he had hurt his beloved Serena.
"It's... it's not you, Darien! I just can't do this, it hurts too much... please, just leave me alone!" She cried loudly, tears flowing down her face, washing her make-up away. Serena ran to the door, grabbed her shoes and ran out of the apartment. Darien ran after her and grabbed her by the waist; she sank to the floor in quiet sobs, not knowing how to fight him off.
"Serena, I love you, please tell me what's wrong." Darien's voice was calm and caring, but nothing prepared him for her reaction. He sat down behind her with his legs spread, and she sat between them. His arms reached around and pulled her into a tight hug, and she lay her head on his shoulder and cried softly, cringing every once and a while at unseen things.
"Darien, I never told you, or anyone, this before. Only my mother knows. Please understand that I may not be able to finish the story, but all you need to know is I need you to comfort me and not freak. Please, Darien?" her voice was light and sorrow-filled, her normally bright blue eyes clouded with unshed tears and darkened with sadness. She began to tell her story to Darien, whose face showed a range of emotions, but he never commented. His only reactions were to hold her tighter, regardless of the looks he got from passing staff of the apartment building.
~*flashback, 3 years ago*~
'If I cut through the park, I can get home faster!' Serena thought happily as she ran down the sidewalk, not looking where she was headed. The only thing she realized was that her detention had run late and her parents would be worried.
She reached the park and slowed to a walk, noticing how low the sun was. 'Only a half and hour and it'll be dark out,' her mind told her, but she didn't think the darkness could bring as much pain and fear as it would later on that night.
Serena noticed several people still mulling around, mostly young couples out for a sunset stroll through the small park which bordered the river. The path she followed split, and she took the path that would lead her home, which was the more secluded one of the two. Serena kept walking, hearing only the light footsteps she made, nothing out of the ordinary. Few people came down this path at night, and, growing scared, she began to run. Suddenly, a hand shot out and gripped her around the waist, another hand closing her mouth and covering it to prevent her from screaming. Her arms flailed wildly as she fought off the attacker, but to no avail. He began to lead her deep within the forest, until he found a small clearing, only big enough for what he planned to do.
Brutally, he threw her to the ground and began to shed himself of his clothing, until all that was left was a navy blue ski-mask. She struggled to regain her composure, but by the time she finished he was on top of her, pinning her to the ground with his own weight. First his hands tried to capture her breasts, but he grew tired of the material separating him from her, and ripped the shirt and bra off effortlessly. She tried to cover herself, but to no avail; she was revealed to any who were to look upon her. The man's face showed no emotion through the ski-mask, but inside, Serena felt his evil smile as she watched his eyes roam freely over her bare skin. Writhing and wrestling didn't work, as she soon found out; for she was silenced with a large slap across the face, which would surely leave a mark the next morning.
His hand flew down to her skirt, the jean mini she'd bought only days before. 'Cursed skirt! I made it so easy.' Serena thought, and already the self blame had begun. He pulled down her underwear and skirt in one swift motion, further revealing her pure body to any on-lookers, who, by now, were gone.
He raised his hips and spread her legs as far as they could go; her years of gymnastics made this a very wide entrance. Without warning, he pushed into her, delighted by the scream of pain Serena let out. Her virginity was instantly gone; her hymen broken by a man she didn't know.
Knowing the worst was already done, she lay there, motionless; unresponsive to the man's growls and moans. Tears of lost hope and faith coursed from her eyes, and her heart was lower than it had ever been. The man continued to pump in and out of her with a seemingly insatiable need; her reached his climax and howled, as if toward the moon. She lay there still, not moving an inch from her position on the ground. He slowly pulled out of her, sucking every last minute of enjoyment from her pain and sorrow. Standing up, he redressed and bent down, kissing her harshly on the lips. With a final slap on the face, he bellowed, "Now there's a good girl. Don't tell anyone, or I'll do it again!" as he ran off into the forest, away from prying eyes and inquiring minds.
Serena lay there for an hour, crying in small sobs; only when the rain started did she stop. Letting the rain flow over her body, she crawled over to her clothes and began to dress again; she did up the buttons he hadn't ripped off and pulled her skirt back on slowly. The tears started up again when she walked out of the forest and back onto the main path, and she cried while running to the edge of the forest. She never slowed when she reached the path; she only kept running as fast as she could.
When she reached home, she closed the door behind her, slumped against it, and cried harder than ever before. Eileen and Derek ran over to her side, frightened at the sad state their usually happy daughter was in.
Serena explained the situation to her parents, noting their obviously angry faces. Eileen calmed Serena down and took her into the living room where Derek had gone. After setting her down on the couch, Eileen ran upstairs and began a soothing bubble bath for her daughter, filling it with lavender oils and rose petals to make Serena feel good about herself again. Derek wrapped Serena up in a blanket, sat with his daughter, his arms around her shoulders and her head on his. Comforting phrases filled the air from both her parents, but they were drowned out by the horrible things playing in her mind. 'You're a whore, that's why he wanted you! If you didn't dress like that, he wouldn't have picked you to rape!'
Serena stayed at home for a week after the incident, telling her school she was facing some traumatic family crisis, not lying, but stretching the truth. When she returned, she wore only the ugliest clothing, left her hair down and slightly dirty and even wore glasses she didn't need, all in an effort to make herself undesirable. Or at least, that's what she told her mother. Serena did all this because she felt she wasn't worth it anymore; to buy and wear nice things was for people who were worth something. Her friends asked all the time why she'd changed so much in one week; she shrugged it off, saying she was tired of the early mornings and long times of doing her hair and makeup.
~*end flashback*~ "I never knew... Sere, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you say something? I would've done anything to get the guy! Serena, I love you, I'd never hurt you." Darien's calm voice soothed Serena's nerves, and she snuggled tighter into his embrace. She turned around to look into his deep, steel blue eyes, her own crystal blue ones filled with fresh, hot tears, darkened with pain and sadness.
"I didn't want you to hate me. I thought if I told you, you'd tease me and stuff... I just wouldn't handle the pain, Darien. It's all my fault; I'm so whorish... it's a wonder why it hasn't happened since!" Serena's revelation shocked Darien, his face showing it.
"Whorish? You? Serena, You're the most sweet and amazing girl I know, and not whorish at all! It's that man's fault for hurting you, and don't ever blame yourself!" He finished, nearly yelling at her for her stupidity in blaming herself. Serene took this as he was yelling at her and began to cry.
"I knew it! It is all my fault... just like you yelling at me now is!" Serena got up and raced down the hallway, pushing the elevator button and jumping in when the doors opened. Darien followed suit; he barely made it to the elevator and the doors were closed.
"DAMNIT! I'll just have to take the stairs!" Darien screamed, and her ran to the stairwell and flung open the door. Taking the stairs two at a time, Darien cursed himself for needing to live in the penthouse suit, all the way at the top of the building. He ran down the stairs as fast as he could, finally reaching the main floor just as the elevator doors opened. Out ran Serena, until she was grabbed by Darien. She screamed with all her might and struggled; the apartment staff looked on, not knowing what to do.
"Stay away! She's very sick and needs my help!" Darien bellowed, and he picked her up bridal style for the second time that night. He carried her over to the elevator and stepped in, the doors closing behind him.
"Serena, I didn't mean to yell. You're coming back to my place so we can sort this out." His hands were on her shoulders and they were standing face to face. Serena began hitting his chest with her fists at this until she became too weak to continue, falling to the floor; her body raking with sobs.
Darien leaned down and lifted her chin up with his hand, bringing her tear-brimmed eyes to meet his own.
"Please, Serena, let me help you. If you love me, you will." Serena's eyes widened and she nodded her head. Darien's face came closer and closer to hers until his lips settled on her own. He traced her lips with his tongue as though asking for entry, and was surprised when she let him in. His tongue danced with her own, exploring expertly.
The bell rang when they reached the top floor, ending the kiss abruptly. Darien rose and extended his hand to Serena; she grasped it and weakly pulled herself up. Darien caught her in an embrace and they walked into his apartment, hand in hand.
Sorry, another cliffie and short too. Any reviews would be greatly appreciated. Sorry if the lemon sucks. I never went through that myself, so I didn't know quite how to describe it. Let me know of any ways I could improve my lemons, as I want to write one next chapter, as well. Thanks!
"Darien. I don't want to do this."
"Serena, what's wrong?" Darien got up and began to walk over to Serena, but she just kept backing away. Darien's eyes narrowed and his mind reeled, 'She said she always waited to this moment... what did I do to hurt her?' Darien gave Serena a pleading look, still scared that he had hurt his beloved Serena.
"It's... it's not you, Darien! I just can't do this, it hurts too much... please, just leave me alone!" She cried loudly, tears flowing down her face, washing her make-up away. Serena ran to the door, grabbed her shoes and ran out of the apartment. Darien ran after her and grabbed her by the waist; she sank to the floor in quiet sobs, not knowing how to fight him off.
"Serena, I love you, please tell me what's wrong." Darien's voice was calm and caring, but nothing prepared him for her reaction. He sat down behind her with his legs spread, and she sat between them. His arms reached around and pulled her into a tight hug, and she lay her head on his shoulder and cried softly, cringing every once and a while at unseen things.
"Darien, I never told you, or anyone, this before. Only my mother knows. Please understand that I may not be able to finish the story, but all you need to know is I need you to comfort me and not freak. Please, Darien?" her voice was light and sorrow-filled, her normally bright blue eyes clouded with unshed tears and darkened with sadness. She began to tell her story to Darien, whose face showed a range of emotions, but he never commented. His only reactions were to hold her tighter, regardless of the looks he got from passing staff of the apartment building.
~*flashback, 3 years ago*~
'If I cut through the park, I can get home faster!' Serena thought happily as she ran down the sidewalk, not looking where she was headed. The only thing she realized was that her detention had run late and her parents would be worried.
She reached the park and slowed to a walk, noticing how low the sun was. 'Only a half and hour and it'll be dark out,' her mind told her, but she didn't think the darkness could bring as much pain and fear as it would later on that night.
Serena noticed several people still mulling around, mostly young couples out for a sunset stroll through the small park which bordered the river. The path she followed split, and she took the path that would lead her home, which was the more secluded one of the two. Serena kept walking, hearing only the light footsteps she made, nothing out of the ordinary. Few people came down this path at night, and, growing scared, she began to run. Suddenly, a hand shot out and gripped her around the waist, another hand closing her mouth and covering it to prevent her from screaming. Her arms flailed wildly as she fought off the attacker, but to no avail. He began to lead her deep within the forest, until he found a small clearing, only big enough for what he planned to do.
Brutally, he threw her to the ground and began to shed himself of his clothing, until all that was left was a navy blue ski-mask. She struggled to regain her composure, but by the time she finished he was on top of her, pinning her to the ground with his own weight. First his hands tried to capture her breasts, but he grew tired of the material separating him from her, and ripped the shirt and bra off effortlessly. She tried to cover herself, but to no avail; she was revealed to any who were to look upon her. The man's face showed no emotion through the ski-mask, but inside, Serena felt his evil smile as she watched his eyes roam freely over her bare skin. Writhing and wrestling didn't work, as she soon found out; for she was silenced with a large slap across the face, which would surely leave a mark the next morning.
His hand flew down to her skirt, the jean mini she'd bought only days before. 'Cursed skirt! I made it so easy.' Serena thought, and already the self blame had begun. He pulled down her underwear and skirt in one swift motion, further revealing her pure body to any on-lookers, who, by now, were gone.
He raised his hips and spread her legs as far as they could go; her years of gymnastics made this a very wide entrance. Without warning, he pushed into her, delighted by the scream of pain Serena let out. Her virginity was instantly gone; her hymen broken by a man she didn't know.
Knowing the worst was already done, she lay there, motionless; unresponsive to the man's growls and moans. Tears of lost hope and faith coursed from her eyes, and her heart was lower than it had ever been. The man continued to pump in and out of her with a seemingly insatiable need; her reached his climax and howled, as if toward the moon. She lay there still, not moving an inch from her position on the ground. He slowly pulled out of her, sucking every last minute of enjoyment from her pain and sorrow. Standing up, he redressed and bent down, kissing her harshly on the lips. With a final slap on the face, he bellowed, "Now there's a good girl. Don't tell anyone, or I'll do it again!" as he ran off into the forest, away from prying eyes and inquiring minds.
Serena lay there for an hour, crying in small sobs; only when the rain started did she stop. Letting the rain flow over her body, she crawled over to her clothes and began to dress again; she did up the buttons he hadn't ripped off and pulled her skirt back on slowly. The tears started up again when she walked out of the forest and back onto the main path, and she cried while running to the edge of the forest. She never slowed when she reached the path; she only kept running as fast as she could.
When she reached home, she closed the door behind her, slumped against it, and cried harder than ever before. Eileen and Derek ran over to her side, frightened at the sad state their usually happy daughter was in.
Serena explained the situation to her parents, noting their obviously angry faces. Eileen calmed Serena down and took her into the living room where Derek had gone. After setting her down on the couch, Eileen ran upstairs and began a soothing bubble bath for her daughter, filling it with lavender oils and rose petals to make Serena feel good about herself again. Derek wrapped Serena up in a blanket, sat with his daughter, his arms around her shoulders and her head on his. Comforting phrases filled the air from both her parents, but they were drowned out by the horrible things playing in her mind. 'You're a whore, that's why he wanted you! If you didn't dress like that, he wouldn't have picked you to rape!'
Serena stayed at home for a week after the incident, telling her school she was facing some traumatic family crisis, not lying, but stretching the truth. When she returned, she wore only the ugliest clothing, left her hair down and slightly dirty and even wore glasses she didn't need, all in an effort to make herself undesirable. Or at least, that's what she told her mother. Serena did all this because she felt she wasn't worth it anymore; to buy and wear nice things was for people who were worth something. Her friends asked all the time why she'd changed so much in one week; she shrugged it off, saying she was tired of the early mornings and long times of doing her hair and makeup.
~*end flashback*~ "I never knew... Sere, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you say something? I would've done anything to get the guy! Serena, I love you, I'd never hurt you." Darien's calm voice soothed Serena's nerves, and she snuggled tighter into his embrace. She turned around to look into his deep, steel blue eyes, her own crystal blue ones filled with fresh, hot tears, darkened with pain and sadness.
"I didn't want you to hate me. I thought if I told you, you'd tease me and stuff... I just wouldn't handle the pain, Darien. It's all my fault; I'm so whorish... it's a wonder why it hasn't happened since!" Serena's revelation shocked Darien, his face showing it.
"Whorish? You? Serena, You're the most sweet and amazing girl I know, and not whorish at all! It's that man's fault for hurting you, and don't ever blame yourself!" He finished, nearly yelling at her for her stupidity in blaming herself. Serene took this as he was yelling at her and began to cry.
"I knew it! It is all my fault... just like you yelling at me now is!" Serena got up and raced down the hallway, pushing the elevator button and jumping in when the doors opened. Darien followed suit; he barely made it to the elevator and the doors were closed.
"DAMNIT! I'll just have to take the stairs!" Darien screamed, and her ran to the stairwell and flung open the door. Taking the stairs two at a time, Darien cursed himself for needing to live in the penthouse suit, all the way at the top of the building. He ran down the stairs as fast as he could, finally reaching the main floor just as the elevator doors opened. Out ran Serena, until she was grabbed by Darien. She screamed with all her might and struggled; the apartment staff looked on, not knowing what to do.
"Stay away! She's very sick and needs my help!" Darien bellowed, and he picked her up bridal style for the second time that night. He carried her over to the elevator and stepped in, the doors closing behind him.
"Serena, I didn't mean to yell. You're coming back to my place so we can sort this out." His hands were on her shoulders and they were standing face to face. Serena began hitting his chest with her fists at this until she became too weak to continue, falling to the floor; her body raking with sobs.
Darien leaned down and lifted her chin up with his hand, bringing her tear-brimmed eyes to meet his own.
"Please, Serena, let me help you. If you love me, you will." Serena's eyes widened and she nodded her head. Darien's face came closer and closer to hers until his lips settled on her own. He traced her lips with his tongue as though asking for entry, and was surprised when she let him in. His tongue danced with her own, exploring expertly.
The bell rang when they reached the top floor, ending the kiss abruptly. Darien rose and extended his hand to Serena; she grasped it and weakly pulled herself up. Darien caught her in an embrace and they walked into his apartment, hand in hand.
Sorry, another cliffie and short too. Any reviews would be greatly appreciated. Sorry if the lemon sucks. I never went through that myself, so I didn't know quite how to describe it. Let me know of any ways I could improve my lemons, as I want to write one next chapter, as well. Thanks!