Disclaimer: Don't own Sailor Moon (although she's not really in the
fic.you know she's kind of like Rebecca from the Daphne duMaurier
novel.except not dead.er.I digress, more on this Rebecca comparison later.
Like at the end of the chapter)
Disgusted with her surge of memories, Rei mulled angrily over her cup of overly strong black coffee. It was horrible stuff. She knew from experience that was impossible to brew a good cup of coffee with stale coffee and thirty-year old piece of machinery. She heard the door open, but kept her head down, long hair almost falling into her cup of bland chicken soup, as all other heads turned towards the neon-lit entrance. Mina smiled, winked, and tossed her hair before sitting down across from Rei.
"Didn't go so well?"
"He's sickeningly honest, disgusted with me, and, oh yes, how could I forget? Married. No, Mina, not exactly what one would hope for in reunion."
"Married, eh? She rich?"
"Serenity Lunaris."
"So that's how he got the silver crystal." Mina's feigned and sarcastic innocence was starting to grate on Rei's nerves.
"Don't start with me, Aino."
"Well, Hino, what do you plan on doing about it?"
"Nothing, really."
"Oh, good. You know, you used to actually like me, I remember that. Like when you gave me non-sarcastic, complete sentences as answers instead of dyspeptic grunts."
"That was before I had my ex-fiancé trying to sit me in jail."
"Aw, you seem depressed. Wanna hear my idea?"
"Not in particular, but I sense that I can do nothing to stop you, so continue."
"We should pay your little friend a visit."
"Did that already, not helpful."
"I didn't mean a social call. I was thinking more along the lines of a business call."
Immediately, Rei's head snapped up, and Mina could see the twinkle in her eye as she grinned, more than a bit demonically, "You know, I think that'd be a lovely idea.
Rain. It just had to rain, didn't it? Rei cursed the rain under her breath as she lowered herself off the roof of Darien's building. Whenever she took out revenge, it always had to rain. It was even raining when she shot Jed..
..She had just come in from another run, the pouring rain making the getaway easier than she had hoped. The security guards, used to their posh little cushioned chairs with wheels couldn't see her at all through the curtains of water, but she learned layout of any neighborhood she hit, and learned it well. The police might have caught her, but currently, they were dealing with a rather difficult brawl that had just happened to begin precisely at the right moment. That was one thing about Joey, never called Zoicite, Jeff's best friend. He had impeccable timing. The actual goods weren't on her, obviously. She had dropped those a safe distance from headquarters, and made her way back home the longest route possible. It was good to be home.
"Hey idiot! I just made the Arcadia Estates run. You know, the one you never had the guts for?"
She didn't hear Jed fuming or stalking up on her from behind in reply. Where was he? She wandered through the dark hallways, until her eyes narrowed at those telltale sounds. Both Erin and Rei were jealous girls, and her mind immediately jumped to one conclusion, the right one in this case. She jetted to the last bedroom in the row, the one she and Jed had shared for a year. Bursting the door open she grabbed the gun on the table in the hallway, checking just to make sure she wouldn't run out of bullets anytime soon. She was a little surprised by his choice: Beryl, like a serpent, and certainly more insane than anyone they knew, but this point her barely controlled anger didn't register astonishment like it should have. At this point, Rei simply snarled and flicked her head towards the door, and the naked woman grabbed her clothes and ran out. Beryl was a coward and the leader of cowards, and not brilliant cowards either. She was drawn back to reality by the charming smile on Jeff's face. Her eyes narrowed even farther, her grimace grown tighter. That same damn smile. After all of this, all they'd been through, after what she'd just witnessed, and he still thought that same sexy smile would still help? Her anger broke loose of its bounds as she fired, over, and over, and over again into his head. The shots chimed through the air like the bells of a clock tower.
One . she reminisced once more over the smile that had won her over in the first place.
Two. the sparkling eyes that always looked so sincere as they spoke lies into her mind, as her lips had whispered them into his ears.
Three . those golden locks ever perfect, whether tossed by the wind or flattened by rain.
Four . the broad shoulders she had been thrown over like a bag of loot, laughing hysterically and half-heartedly pounding on his unresponsive back
Five . a strong chest that concealed a heart, soon no longer to beat, perhaps even blacker than her own.
Six . long, warm arms that had held her the first time she lost a friend to the harshness of the death penalty
Seven . the scars along his right forearm, mementos from a past that he had grown stronger in spite of, proof that some people just can't be broken.
Eight . those slim, deft fingers that allowed him to pick any pocket or any lock, for that matter.
Nine . perfect washboard abs that could withstand any blow from any human alive with little more than a flinch
Ten.long legs that had run to her rescue when she had hopelessly botched her first mission.
Eleven.his groin - the reason he was already dead.
Twelve. Twelve strikes of the clock mark midnight and the day is over, as well as the life of Jeff Carlisle, whose death proved to Rei that it was hard to match love and evil, both that in him, and that in herself. Even then Rei had her regrets, she should have given him pain before letting him die so easily.
She snapped back to her job the moment she reached the right window and tightened the winch instantly. She smiled as she prepared to slide her tool under the bottom of the pane. Maybe rain wasn't so bad afterall.
A/N: okie-dokie. We'll have another confrontation between Rei and Darien in the next chapter. Sorry this took so long, but well, this is nothing compared to the current gap on my other story. By the way, the whole part about Rebecca is that in that book, Rebecca is dead before the story even begins, but her presence pretty much fuels the entire plot. It's really cool. Well anyways, Usagi/Serena/Bunny/ airhead-bimbo.(oops, did that slip out?) probably won't actually be involved in much action if any, but her existence is obviously another huge factor in the relationship between the evil heroine and the good enemy.
You know, I'm really such a lit freak.like, I went to see Daredevil today, and during the funeral scene I was like "Hey, Mourning Becomes Elektra" (er.that's a Eugene O'Neill play - I think he won a Pulitzer for it) I'm such a dork. But then again, the fact that I'm writing sailor moon AU fanfics already defines that point quite clearly.
Fira Khushrenada, the light of insanity in the darkness of an all too sane world.
Disgusted with her surge of memories, Rei mulled angrily over her cup of overly strong black coffee. It was horrible stuff. She knew from experience that was impossible to brew a good cup of coffee with stale coffee and thirty-year old piece of machinery. She heard the door open, but kept her head down, long hair almost falling into her cup of bland chicken soup, as all other heads turned towards the neon-lit entrance. Mina smiled, winked, and tossed her hair before sitting down across from Rei.
"Didn't go so well?"
"He's sickeningly honest, disgusted with me, and, oh yes, how could I forget? Married. No, Mina, not exactly what one would hope for in reunion."
"Married, eh? She rich?"
"Serenity Lunaris."
"So that's how he got the silver crystal." Mina's feigned and sarcastic innocence was starting to grate on Rei's nerves.
"Don't start with me, Aino."
"Well, Hino, what do you plan on doing about it?"
"Nothing, really."
"Oh, good. You know, you used to actually like me, I remember that. Like when you gave me non-sarcastic, complete sentences as answers instead of dyspeptic grunts."
"That was before I had my ex-fiancé trying to sit me in jail."
"Aw, you seem depressed. Wanna hear my idea?"
"Not in particular, but I sense that I can do nothing to stop you, so continue."
"We should pay your little friend a visit."
"Did that already, not helpful."
"I didn't mean a social call. I was thinking more along the lines of a business call."
Immediately, Rei's head snapped up, and Mina could see the twinkle in her eye as she grinned, more than a bit demonically, "You know, I think that'd be a lovely idea.
Rain. It just had to rain, didn't it? Rei cursed the rain under her breath as she lowered herself off the roof of Darien's building. Whenever she took out revenge, it always had to rain. It was even raining when she shot Jed..
..She had just come in from another run, the pouring rain making the getaway easier than she had hoped. The security guards, used to their posh little cushioned chairs with wheels couldn't see her at all through the curtains of water, but she learned layout of any neighborhood she hit, and learned it well. The police might have caught her, but currently, they were dealing with a rather difficult brawl that had just happened to begin precisely at the right moment. That was one thing about Joey, never called Zoicite, Jeff's best friend. He had impeccable timing. The actual goods weren't on her, obviously. She had dropped those a safe distance from headquarters, and made her way back home the longest route possible. It was good to be home.
"Hey idiot! I just made the Arcadia Estates run. You know, the one you never had the guts for?"
She didn't hear Jed fuming or stalking up on her from behind in reply. Where was he? She wandered through the dark hallways, until her eyes narrowed at those telltale sounds. Both Erin and Rei were jealous girls, and her mind immediately jumped to one conclusion, the right one in this case. She jetted to the last bedroom in the row, the one she and Jed had shared for a year. Bursting the door open she grabbed the gun on the table in the hallway, checking just to make sure she wouldn't run out of bullets anytime soon. She was a little surprised by his choice: Beryl, like a serpent, and certainly more insane than anyone they knew, but this point her barely controlled anger didn't register astonishment like it should have. At this point, Rei simply snarled and flicked her head towards the door, and the naked woman grabbed her clothes and ran out. Beryl was a coward and the leader of cowards, and not brilliant cowards either. She was drawn back to reality by the charming smile on Jeff's face. Her eyes narrowed even farther, her grimace grown tighter. That same damn smile. After all of this, all they'd been through, after what she'd just witnessed, and he still thought that same sexy smile would still help? Her anger broke loose of its bounds as she fired, over, and over, and over again into his head. The shots chimed through the air like the bells of a clock tower.
One . she reminisced once more over the smile that had won her over in the first place.
Two. the sparkling eyes that always looked so sincere as they spoke lies into her mind, as her lips had whispered them into his ears.
Three . those golden locks ever perfect, whether tossed by the wind or flattened by rain.
Four . the broad shoulders she had been thrown over like a bag of loot, laughing hysterically and half-heartedly pounding on his unresponsive back
Five . a strong chest that concealed a heart, soon no longer to beat, perhaps even blacker than her own.
Six . long, warm arms that had held her the first time she lost a friend to the harshness of the death penalty
Seven . the scars along his right forearm, mementos from a past that he had grown stronger in spite of, proof that some people just can't be broken.
Eight . those slim, deft fingers that allowed him to pick any pocket or any lock, for that matter.
Nine . perfect washboard abs that could withstand any blow from any human alive with little more than a flinch
Ten.long legs that had run to her rescue when she had hopelessly botched her first mission.
Eleven.his groin - the reason he was already dead.
Twelve. Twelve strikes of the clock mark midnight and the day is over, as well as the life of Jeff Carlisle, whose death proved to Rei that it was hard to match love and evil, both that in him, and that in herself. Even then Rei had her regrets, she should have given him pain before letting him die so easily.
She snapped back to her job the moment she reached the right window and tightened the winch instantly. She smiled as she prepared to slide her tool under the bottom of the pane. Maybe rain wasn't so bad afterall.
A/N: okie-dokie. We'll have another confrontation between Rei and Darien in the next chapter. Sorry this took so long, but well, this is nothing compared to the current gap on my other story. By the way, the whole part about Rebecca is that in that book, Rebecca is dead before the story even begins, but her presence pretty much fuels the entire plot. It's really cool. Well anyways, Usagi/Serena/Bunny/ airhead-bimbo.(oops, did that slip out?) probably won't actually be involved in much action if any, but her existence is obviously another huge factor in the relationship between the evil heroine and the good enemy.
You know, I'm really such a lit freak.like, I went to see Daredevil today, and during the funeral scene I was like "Hey, Mourning Becomes Elektra" (er.that's a Eugene O'Neill play - I think he won a Pulitzer for it) I'm such a dork. But then again, the fact that I'm writing sailor moon AU fanfics already defines that point quite clearly.
Fira Khushrenada, the light of insanity in the darkness of an all too sane world.