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Sailor Moon does not belong to me. If it did it wouldn't be Japanese.
WARNING: This chapter contains violence and may not be suitable for all. (It's just this chapter. Promise.)
Maid for You - Chapter 4
Jessica was off sick for a week and during that time Serena got to take the Prince his tray every day. This was far better than seeing him in the courtyard, she actually got to speak to him. He didn't say much, just 'Good Morning.' and 'How are you?' But that didn't matter to Serena. He always had a smile for her, a smile that put her in a good mood for the rest of the day, no matter how much she got yelled at.
Endymion grew to love the mornings. Whenever he awoke, that blonde angel was standing by the window with that radiant smile that brightened his whole day.
When Jessica got back the following week, Serena was bitterly disappointed. As a senior member of housekeeping, it was really her job to take Endymion's tray.
She watched as one of the other girls appeared with the silver tray. 'Jessica! Here's the Prince's tea!' The older girl rolled her eyes. 'Oh, wonderful. I'm never going to catch up!' Serena saw her chance and seized it. 'Would you like me to take it Jessica?' Jessica's eyes opened wide 'Would you? Really?' Serena grinned. 'Of course. I did it all last week. It's no problem. Jessica beamed at Serena and handed her the tray. She grabbed it and left before Jessica could change her mind.
When she returned, Jessica came up to her. 'Thanks for doing that Serena. I really didn't have time.' 'Oh it was nothing. Anytime. Really.' Jessica looked sharply at her. 'Serena - do you have a crush on the prince?' Serena gasped. How had someone she hardly knew figured it out so quickly? 'I, um, well, ah...' She struggled for words. Jessica laughed. 'Don't worry Serena ! Your secret's safe with me! You can take the tray every day if you like!' Serena was delighted. 'Oh thank-you!' She cried. Jessica laughed and Serena blushed.
Jessica's offer turned out to be a good thing, because as time went on, Clara got nastier and nastier to Serena. She was never particularly nice to anyone, but she seemed to delight in making Serena's life hell. All the nasty, dirty tasks went to her. She groaned as she looked at the pile of filthy brass in front of her. It was going to take forever to clean this lot.
She went to the cupboard to get the brass cleaner. Grabbing the top of the jar, she picked it up. Unfortunately, whoever had used it last hadn't put the lid on properly. The jar slipped out of her hands and shattered on the floor. 'Oh, No!' Serena cried. This would get her into trouble for certain.
Upon hearing the crash, Clara Stickton rushed out. 'What was that?' She saw Serena on the floor, trying to clean up the mess. 'Serena! You clumsy, stupid cow!' She raised her hand and clouted Serena hard across the face. She cried out in pain. Clara shoved Serena, forcing her hands to land on the broken glass. Blood leaked from dozens of cuts. 'Now look! You've made even more mess! Get this lot cleaned up!' She stormed off.
Silent tears ran down Serena's cheeks as she picked herself up. 'God. Why me?'
When Endymion awoke the next day, he turned to see Serena. 'Good morning.' He smiled. But as she turned, the smile faded from his face, to be replaced with a look of horror. An ugly bruise marred her usually perfect complexion and her right eye looked swollen. 'Oh my God!' He cried. She spun around. 'Your Highness?' She asked nervously. He was out of bed in a split second (Revealing that he slept in black pyjama bottoms!) and at her side, concern plain on his face. He cupped her cheek in his hand. 'What happened?' He asked gently. 'I, I tripped' She mumbled, shame and embarrassment rising within her. She tried to turn away. As she did so, she moved her hand and he saw the state of her palms. 'What the hell?' His other hand caught her wrist. He looked at her inquisitively. 'I was carrying a bottle; I dropped it, landed on the glass. It's fine, really you Highness.' He was convinced she was lying, but he couldn't prove it. He could help with the injuries though.
A soft golden glow came from the hand the cupped Serena's cheek. The light pulsed and the bruise faded into nothingness. Then he took her hands and entwined his fingers with hers. The golden light pulsed again, healing the cuts. He removed his fingers from hers and smiled softly. 'Be more careful next time.' She was stunned. Rumours often spoke of the strange powers of the royal family, but few had ever seen them. 'Thank-you.' She whispered and hurried out of the room. Tears welled in her eyes. She had hated lying to him, but she had not been able to bring herself to tell him the truth. It was so shameful. Besides, it probably wouldn't happen again.
She was wrong. Now that Clara had hit her once and gotten away with it, she seemed to think she could make a habit of it. Hardly a day went by when she was not struck in one way or another. Serena was grateful for her uniforms long sleeves that hid the cuts and bruises.
Detirmined not to worry the Prince, Serena kept up her cheerful smiles every morning. Endymion however, still had his doubts. She was always on his mind. Always.
His sword clashed with his opponents. 'What's wrong with her?' His opponent blocked. 'Is she in danger?' He raised his sword again. 'Why won't she tell me?' He thrust at his opponent. Steel hit steel. 'Why can't I help her?!' His sword clashed with the other, sending his opponents sword crashing to the ground. His sword met the throat of his opponent, who stepped back and fell to the ground. 'Endymion stop!' 'Huh?' He blinked, the world coming back into focus. He looked at the person on the ground. 'Lord, I'm sorry Kunzite. I wasn't thinking.' He held out a hand and pulled his lead general and best friend to his feet. 'Where were you?' Asked Kunzite. 'You've never fought like that before. I thought you were possessed!' Endymion looked embarrassed. 'Sorry. I've had a lot on my mind.' 'I'll say.' Murmured Kunzite, rubbing his rear. 'If I didn't know better, I'd think he was in love.'
It had been a simple bad move. Serena's long plait had brushed the shelf as she walked by and knocked a vase onto the floor. Clara had gone mad at the broken ornament. Grabbing Serena's hair, she pulled out a sharp knife. Serena screamed. Clara brought the knife down towards the terrified girl. At the last moment Serena pulled away and only lost about half of her plait. Sheer terror was on her face. Clara waved the knife in her face. 'Let that be a lesson to you, you stupid cow! Now clean that up before I cut the rest!' She left, still holding the knife.
Jessica, who had seen the whole thing, came up to her and put her hand on Serena's shoulder. 'I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do.' Serena forced back tears. 'It's OK.' She whispered.
When he saw the hacked hair, his suspicions were confirmed. 'What happened to your hair?' She lowered her head and said nothing. 'Serena, please tell me! I can't help you if you won't tell me!' She was stunned. 'He wants to help me?' But still, she could not bring herself to speak the truth. 'He can't know. He's shown me so much kindness already.' She swallowed. 'It was my fault. I deserved it.' She turned away, trying to leave. He grabbed her arm and she cried out. He jumped - that shouldn't have hurt. He pulled up her sleeve and saw the cuts and bruises on her arm. 'Did you deserve these too?' He asked, looking her straight in the eye. 'I was stupid.' 'I don't believe you.' 'Please!' She cried. 'It was nothing! Please your Highness, let me go!' A golden flash covered her arm as he healed it. He let go then and she hurried to the door. 'Serena.' He called her. She turned back to him. 'If you're ever in trouble - you can talk to me. I want you to know that.' 'Thank you.' She replied and slipped out of the room.
He stared at the doors for a long while after she'd left. God help him, he was going to get to the bottom of this. But how? Direct enquires would arouse the suspicions of the guilty party and he wanted them caught and made to pay. No one hurt her and got away with it.
He decided the best course of action was to discuss it with his mother. She was much better at this sort of thing than he was. Then he remembered. His parents had left earlier that morning for a diplomatic affair on the far side of the planet. They would not be back for a week. And it was down to him to care for the planet in their absence. Duty demanded it. With a sigh of resignation, he went to attend to the planet's needs, his current opinion of duty and royalty very low.
She was still on his mind though, all through the week, he prayed that the delay would not prove costly.
Everything went well until the day the King and Queen were due to return.
Serena had been taking Clara her tea when Jessica had accidentally knocked into her. The hot tea had gone all over Clara. She went completely berserk. She shoved Serena to the floor and began brutally punching, kicking and scratching the terrified girl. Jessica dashed forward. 'Miss Stickton! Stop! You'll kill her!' In desperation, she tried to pull her insane boss off of Serena, but the mad woman was stronger than she looked. Jessica turned to two others who had also witnessed Clara's latest display of abuse. 'Help me!' The rushed over and together managed to pull Clara off of Serena.
As soon as the beating stopped, Serena forced herself up and ran. Pain and blood blinded her, but instinctively, she ran to the one place where she felt truly safe. HIS room. Reaching it, she shoved open the door and almost fell inside. The room was empty. She stumbled into the bathroom and collapsed onto the cool tile. Her vision started to blur and she felt herself losing consciousness. 'Why?' was her last word before it all went black.
End Chapter 4
Wow! That was a tough one to write! Hope to see you next week for chapter 5!
Sailor Moon does not belong to me. If it did it wouldn't be Japanese.
WARNING: This chapter contains violence and may not be suitable for all. (It's just this chapter. Promise.)
Maid for You - Chapter 4
Jessica was off sick for a week and during that time Serena got to take the Prince his tray every day. This was far better than seeing him in the courtyard, she actually got to speak to him. He didn't say much, just 'Good Morning.' and 'How are you?' But that didn't matter to Serena. He always had a smile for her, a smile that put her in a good mood for the rest of the day, no matter how much she got yelled at.
Endymion grew to love the mornings. Whenever he awoke, that blonde angel was standing by the window with that radiant smile that brightened his whole day.
When Jessica got back the following week, Serena was bitterly disappointed. As a senior member of housekeeping, it was really her job to take Endymion's tray.
She watched as one of the other girls appeared with the silver tray. 'Jessica! Here's the Prince's tea!' The older girl rolled her eyes. 'Oh, wonderful. I'm never going to catch up!' Serena saw her chance and seized it. 'Would you like me to take it Jessica?' Jessica's eyes opened wide 'Would you? Really?' Serena grinned. 'Of course. I did it all last week. It's no problem. Jessica beamed at Serena and handed her the tray. She grabbed it and left before Jessica could change her mind.
When she returned, Jessica came up to her. 'Thanks for doing that Serena. I really didn't have time.' 'Oh it was nothing. Anytime. Really.' Jessica looked sharply at her. 'Serena - do you have a crush on the prince?' Serena gasped. How had someone she hardly knew figured it out so quickly? 'I, um, well, ah...' She struggled for words. Jessica laughed. 'Don't worry Serena ! Your secret's safe with me! You can take the tray every day if you like!' Serena was delighted. 'Oh thank-you!' She cried. Jessica laughed and Serena blushed.
Jessica's offer turned out to be a good thing, because as time went on, Clara got nastier and nastier to Serena. She was never particularly nice to anyone, but she seemed to delight in making Serena's life hell. All the nasty, dirty tasks went to her. She groaned as she looked at the pile of filthy brass in front of her. It was going to take forever to clean this lot.
She went to the cupboard to get the brass cleaner. Grabbing the top of the jar, she picked it up. Unfortunately, whoever had used it last hadn't put the lid on properly. The jar slipped out of her hands and shattered on the floor. 'Oh, No!' Serena cried. This would get her into trouble for certain.
Upon hearing the crash, Clara Stickton rushed out. 'What was that?' She saw Serena on the floor, trying to clean up the mess. 'Serena! You clumsy, stupid cow!' She raised her hand and clouted Serena hard across the face. She cried out in pain. Clara shoved Serena, forcing her hands to land on the broken glass. Blood leaked from dozens of cuts. 'Now look! You've made even more mess! Get this lot cleaned up!' She stormed off.
Silent tears ran down Serena's cheeks as she picked herself up. 'God. Why me?'
When Endymion awoke the next day, he turned to see Serena. 'Good morning.' He smiled. But as she turned, the smile faded from his face, to be replaced with a look of horror. An ugly bruise marred her usually perfect complexion and her right eye looked swollen. 'Oh my God!' He cried. She spun around. 'Your Highness?' She asked nervously. He was out of bed in a split second (Revealing that he slept in black pyjama bottoms!) and at her side, concern plain on his face. He cupped her cheek in his hand. 'What happened?' He asked gently. 'I, I tripped' She mumbled, shame and embarrassment rising within her. She tried to turn away. As she did so, she moved her hand and he saw the state of her palms. 'What the hell?' His other hand caught her wrist. He looked at her inquisitively. 'I was carrying a bottle; I dropped it, landed on the glass. It's fine, really you Highness.' He was convinced she was lying, but he couldn't prove it. He could help with the injuries though.
A soft golden glow came from the hand the cupped Serena's cheek. The light pulsed and the bruise faded into nothingness. Then he took her hands and entwined his fingers with hers. The golden light pulsed again, healing the cuts. He removed his fingers from hers and smiled softly. 'Be more careful next time.' She was stunned. Rumours often spoke of the strange powers of the royal family, but few had ever seen them. 'Thank-you.' She whispered and hurried out of the room. Tears welled in her eyes. She had hated lying to him, but she had not been able to bring herself to tell him the truth. It was so shameful. Besides, it probably wouldn't happen again.
She was wrong. Now that Clara had hit her once and gotten away with it, she seemed to think she could make a habit of it. Hardly a day went by when she was not struck in one way or another. Serena was grateful for her uniforms long sleeves that hid the cuts and bruises.
Detirmined not to worry the Prince, Serena kept up her cheerful smiles every morning. Endymion however, still had his doubts. She was always on his mind. Always.
His sword clashed with his opponents. 'What's wrong with her?' His opponent blocked. 'Is she in danger?' He raised his sword again. 'Why won't she tell me?' He thrust at his opponent. Steel hit steel. 'Why can't I help her?!' His sword clashed with the other, sending his opponents sword crashing to the ground. His sword met the throat of his opponent, who stepped back and fell to the ground. 'Endymion stop!' 'Huh?' He blinked, the world coming back into focus. He looked at the person on the ground. 'Lord, I'm sorry Kunzite. I wasn't thinking.' He held out a hand and pulled his lead general and best friend to his feet. 'Where were you?' Asked Kunzite. 'You've never fought like that before. I thought you were possessed!' Endymion looked embarrassed. 'Sorry. I've had a lot on my mind.' 'I'll say.' Murmured Kunzite, rubbing his rear. 'If I didn't know better, I'd think he was in love.'
It had been a simple bad move. Serena's long plait had brushed the shelf as she walked by and knocked a vase onto the floor. Clara had gone mad at the broken ornament. Grabbing Serena's hair, she pulled out a sharp knife. Serena screamed. Clara brought the knife down towards the terrified girl. At the last moment Serena pulled away and only lost about half of her plait. Sheer terror was on her face. Clara waved the knife in her face. 'Let that be a lesson to you, you stupid cow! Now clean that up before I cut the rest!' She left, still holding the knife.
Jessica, who had seen the whole thing, came up to her and put her hand on Serena's shoulder. 'I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do.' Serena forced back tears. 'It's OK.' She whispered.
When he saw the hacked hair, his suspicions were confirmed. 'What happened to your hair?' She lowered her head and said nothing. 'Serena, please tell me! I can't help you if you won't tell me!' She was stunned. 'He wants to help me?' But still, she could not bring herself to speak the truth. 'He can't know. He's shown me so much kindness already.' She swallowed. 'It was my fault. I deserved it.' She turned away, trying to leave. He grabbed her arm and she cried out. He jumped - that shouldn't have hurt. He pulled up her sleeve and saw the cuts and bruises on her arm. 'Did you deserve these too?' He asked, looking her straight in the eye. 'I was stupid.' 'I don't believe you.' 'Please!' She cried. 'It was nothing! Please your Highness, let me go!' A golden flash covered her arm as he healed it. He let go then and she hurried to the door. 'Serena.' He called her. She turned back to him. 'If you're ever in trouble - you can talk to me. I want you to know that.' 'Thank you.' She replied and slipped out of the room.
He stared at the doors for a long while after she'd left. God help him, he was going to get to the bottom of this. But how? Direct enquires would arouse the suspicions of the guilty party and he wanted them caught and made to pay. No one hurt her and got away with it.
He decided the best course of action was to discuss it with his mother. She was much better at this sort of thing than he was. Then he remembered. His parents had left earlier that morning for a diplomatic affair on the far side of the planet. They would not be back for a week. And it was down to him to care for the planet in their absence. Duty demanded it. With a sigh of resignation, he went to attend to the planet's needs, his current opinion of duty and royalty very low.
She was still on his mind though, all through the week, he prayed that the delay would not prove costly.
Everything went well until the day the King and Queen were due to return.
Serena had been taking Clara her tea when Jessica had accidentally knocked into her. The hot tea had gone all over Clara. She went completely berserk. She shoved Serena to the floor and began brutally punching, kicking and scratching the terrified girl. Jessica dashed forward. 'Miss Stickton! Stop! You'll kill her!' In desperation, she tried to pull her insane boss off of Serena, but the mad woman was stronger than she looked. Jessica turned to two others who had also witnessed Clara's latest display of abuse. 'Help me!' The rushed over and together managed to pull Clara off of Serena.
As soon as the beating stopped, Serena forced herself up and ran. Pain and blood blinded her, but instinctively, she ran to the one place where she felt truly safe. HIS room. Reaching it, she shoved open the door and almost fell inside. The room was empty. She stumbled into the bathroom and collapsed onto the cool tile. Her vision started to blur and she felt herself losing consciousness. 'Why?' was her last word before it all went black.
End Chapter 4
Wow! That was a tough one to write! Hope to see you next week for chapter 5!