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Zzzt. Our favorite detective cringed as yet another summer city insect met its untimely death in their old-fashioned overhead lights, naturally attracted to that fatal halo of fake light. Posh uptown apartment perhaps, but the window screens needed replacing, as well as the overhead light fixtures. His mind drifted in the sweltering heat.
Erin.Rei. Erin. Rei. Actually speaking to her after that seemingly endless half a decade. To be honest, her manner hadn't really changed much, superficially. Still straightforward, pointed and edgy - her words full of meaning, or even emotion, rather than grace, every syllable that of painful sincerity. But there was something a little different though, afterall, even if barely perceptible. Something sharper, hidden, but still there. Some dagger waiting behind the cloak. Yes, Darien thought, his ex-fiancée had clearly become a very dangerous woman.
And Erin, well, he hadn't exactly proposed to her for love. To be fair, he had thought he was in love back then. But when he had met it his bunny, it was like a warm, comforting bath of light flooding his life, with a happiness he had never known before. Next to that, Erin had merely been a candle, which had been snuffed when she ran away. But Rei, Rei had set off a tantalizing inferno in his mind, shedding light on those old memories that had been shut off when that candle was blown out. And the feeling, well, the feeling was certainly intruiging.
Ah, those memories.he and Erin had met when they were young, oh, how trite, how used that phrase sounds, but he could remember the moment.
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He was riding his bike by the old rundown ranch-style house at the end of his street. The house seemed like a let-down after his house and the other large upper-middle homes that preceded it in the typical suburban neighborhood. He heard a loud caw, and a large black object fell, no, landed on his shoulder which set him so off balance that his un-helmeted head was unceremoniously set in the concrete gutter.
He woke to the smell of woodsmoke and rosemary, his head lying in the soft grass.
"Hey kid, are you awake?"
"Oh.yeah. What happened?"
You fell off your bike."
The girl kneeling next to him was matter-of-fact about the issue, neither over-concerned nor mocking. She stood up and offered a hand. He took it, and she pulled him up with a strength that surprised him for a girl around the same age as him. He shook his head to clear it, and took a good look at the girl that stood about an inch taller than him as it was. Darien hadn't gone through his growth spurt yet. She was slim, yet strong looking, and pretty, or as far as he could tell, she was. She was dressed rather plainly, but not shabbily. She had hair longer than anyone he had ever met, which she had tied back in two black pony tails, like most of the girls at his school did. Her eyes were as matter-of-fact as her manner, with a spark in the middle that, to an older boy, might have shown her shortness of her temper. She turned her head to the sky suddenly, and Darien felt another weight on his shoulder and turned to find a large crow sitting there. He barely managed to keep his cool when Rei reached out and the bird jumped to her arm.
"Oh, don't worry, this is Phobos. He's my pet." She looked to the sky again, then turned back to him, "Put out your arm."
He followed her instructions and an identical black bird landed on his arm, perfectly unruffled by his nervousness.
Well, it seems they like you. My name's Erin Chinoe, and since even Deimos likes you, I think we'll be friends for a very long time."
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Rei snorted into her coffee mug. Memories. She'd rather live without memories, but since she had spoken with Darien they had come without mercy. Silly boy, falling off his bike.She slapped her forehead. No time to think about such things. She had gotten over Darien. Entirely. Jed was the only man for her, and he was dead. But, she couldn't stop thinking about the dark-haired detective.stupid birds, they were the ones that had gotten her into this whole mess.
A/N: Short, but most of my chapters are.
Oh, reviewers.most of you said I should make it Rei/Darien make it Serena/Darien do something inbetween.
Obviously, I'll end up doing one of these things. But if I told you now, it would ruin the suspense! Alright. Fira Khushrenada
Zzzt. Our favorite detective cringed as yet another summer city insect met its untimely death in their old-fashioned overhead lights, naturally attracted to that fatal halo of fake light. Posh uptown apartment perhaps, but the window screens needed replacing, as well as the overhead light fixtures. His mind drifted in the sweltering heat.
Erin.Rei. Erin. Rei. Actually speaking to her after that seemingly endless half a decade. To be honest, her manner hadn't really changed much, superficially. Still straightforward, pointed and edgy - her words full of meaning, or even emotion, rather than grace, every syllable that of painful sincerity. But there was something a little different though, afterall, even if barely perceptible. Something sharper, hidden, but still there. Some dagger waiting behind the cloak. Yes, Darien thought, his ex-fiancée had clearly become a very dangerous woman.
And Erin, well, he hadn't exactly proposed to her for love. To be fair, he had thought he was in love back then. But when he had met it his bunny, it was like a warm, comforting bath of light flooding his life, with a happiness he had never known before. Next to that, Erin had merely been a candle, which had been snuffed when she ran away. But Rei, Rei had set off a tantalizing inferno in his mind, shedding light on those old memories that had been shut off when that candle was blown out. And the feeling, well, the feeling was certainly intruiging.
Ah, those memories.he and Erin had met when they were young, oh, how trite, how used that phrase sounds, but he could remember the moment.
- - - - - - - - - - -
He was riding his bike by the old rundown ranch-style house at the end of his street. The house seemed like a let-down after his house and the other large upper-middle homes that preceded it in the typical suburban neighborhood. He heard a loud caw, and a large black object fell, no, landed on his shoulder which set him so off balance that his un-helmeted head was unceremoniously set in the concrete gutter.
He woke to the smell of woodsmoke and rosemary, his head lying in the soft grass.
"Hey kid, are you awake?"
"Oh.yeah. What happened?"
You fell off your bike."
The girl kneeling next to him was matter-of-fact about the issue, neither over-concerned nor mocking. She stood up and offered a hand. He took it, and she pulled him up with a strength that surprised him for a girl around the same age as him. He shook his head to clear it, and took a good look at the girl that stood about an inch taller than him as it was. Darien hadn't gone through his growth spurt yet. She was slim, yet strong looking, and pretty, or as far as he could tell, she was. She was dressed rather plainly, but not shabbily. She had hair longer than anyone he had ever met, which she had tied back in two black pony tails, like most of the girls at his school did. Her eyes were as matter-of-fact as her manner, with a spark in the middle that, to an older boy, might have shown her shortness of her temper. She turned her head to the sky suddenly, and Darien felt another weight on his shoulder and turned to find a large crow sitting there. He barely managed to keep his cool when Rei reached out and the bird jumped to her arm.
"Oh, don't worry, this is Phobos. He's my pet." She looked to the sky again, then turned back to him, "Put out your arm."
He followed her instructions and an identical black bird landed on his arm, perfectly unruffled by his nervousness.
Well, it seems they like you. My name's Erin Chinoe, and since even Deimos likes you, I think we'll be friends for a very long time."
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Rei snorted into her coffee mug. Memories. She'd rather live without memories, but since she had spoken with Darien they had come without mercy. Silly boy, falling off his bike.She slapped her forehead. No time to think about such things. She had gotten over Darien. Entirely. Jed was the only man for her, and he was dead. But, she couldn't stop thinking about the dark-haired detective.stupid birds, they were the ones that had gotten her into this whole mess.
A/N: Short, but most of my chapters are.
Oh, reviewers.most of you said I should make it Rei/Darien make it Serena/Darien do something inbetween.
Obviously, I'll end up doing one of these things. But if I told you now, it would ruin the suspense! Alright. Fira Khushrenada