Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and am making no profit off of this
work. I also do not own any of the mythological characters mentioned or
anything else that may strike you as familiar. Any characters, ideas that
you do not recognize do belong to me.
Rated: PG-13.
And a shout out to my lovely reviewers who had to wait ages for this little chappie (emphasis on little).
Lara1786: That's a tall order, but I'll do my best to get there...eventually. Thanks so much for reading and letting me know what you think of each chapter. (
Amy: I'm glad you like it. I'm trying to be original which is why it's taking me forever. (That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it).
Lord Anime: Thank you ~curtsies~
Aurora: Oh, geez, I really wish you hadn't asked that. Um, I kind of have no idea where this story is going. ~ducks head in shame~ I can say that Darien and Serena are one of absolutely favourite couples and there's no way I'm going to be the one to break them up. But they might not be together in this one. I know that sounds like a contradiction, it's just that if this gets to be too long I'm going to end it somewhere and write a sequel. When I finished the last chapter I would have said sequel definitely, now I'm leaning in the other direction; we'll just have to wait and see. Sorry for such a long answer to such a simple question it's just that I'm confused too (
Chapter 5
Kunzite had one goal: avoid Serena. At first he'd made excuses whenever she joined him, made up something for why he'd have to leave. But she would just follow or get this look on her face that made him feel like the lowest heel alive. He couldn't take it. She was all but stalking him. Nix that, she was stalking him.
He couldn't even tell her off because she was the princess.
"Why? Why won't you leave me be?" he moaned. He didn't realize he'd said it out loud until she answered with a simplicity that both humbled and bewildered.
"Because I love you."
"How? How can you love me? You love Darien. You're going to marry him and be queen of the Earth. It's fated." It was all he could do to keep himself from shaking her.
"Fate. That's just a word people use when they're stuck in a rut and can't be bothered to get out. Well I love you and I don't care what fate says."
He just shook his head. "That can't be." He thought of Leeta's youma theory. If he could convince Serena. "You don't love me." He racked his brain to think of things that could put her off. "I'm a slob and I leave the toilet seat up and I'm. . ."
"Oh no. You mustn't say such things. You're good and kind and loyal. I love you. Not just your eyes or your smile, your hair, the way you look, but everything about you. The way you've always been nice to me. Always listened when I had something to say. Never mocked me when I did something silly. Your loyalty to Darien, to all your friends, to me. The way you're so brave and strong in battle but don't go looking for fights or bullying people even though you're strong enough. On and on she went heaping compliment upon compliment until he couldn't recognize the paragon of virtue she described as being anyone on earth let alone himself.
Was that really how she saw him? It was . . . incredible. A surge of feeling rose up within him. So strong, so unexpected that it took him a minute to realize it was joy. He was happy, no, ecstatic. The thought that anyone could see him like that, love him like that. That she could.
But it was wrong. Wasn't it wrong? She was to be with Darien, he with Mina; it was fate. ~Fate. That's just a word people use. . ~
"Serena," he said, his voice hoarse. He leaned toward her. . .
A/N: You all are probably hurling things at your computers so in the interest of technology I won't take that scene further. Sorry it's so short. I wrote it a while ago with the intention of expanding on it but my brain seems to have dried up in regards to this story. I figured I might as well put this up while I work on the next scene.
As always, thanks for reading and please review.
Rated: PG-13.
And a shout out to my lovely reviewers who had to wait ages for this little chappie (emphasis on little).
Lara1786: That's a tall order, but I'll do my best to get there...eventually. Thanks so much for reading and letting me know what you think of each chapter. (
Amy: I'm glad you like it. I'm trying to be original which is why it's taking me forever. (That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it).
Lord Anime: Thank you ~curtsies~
Aurora: Oh, geez, I really wish you hadn't asked that. Um, I kind of have no idea where this story is going. ~ducks head in shame~ I can say that Darien and Serena are one of absolutely favourite couples and there's no way I'm going to be the one to break them up. But they might not be together in this one. I know that sounds like a contradiction, it's just that if this gets to be too long I'm going to end it somewhere and write a sequel. When I finished the last chapter I would have said sequel definitely, now I'm leaning in the other direction; we'll just have to wait and see. Sorry for such a long answer to such a simple question it's just that I'm confused too (
Chapter 5
Kunzite had one goal: avoid Serena. At first he'd made excuses whenever she joined him, made up something for why he'd have to leave. But she would just follow or get this look on her face that made him feel like the lowest heel alive. He couldn't take it. She was all but stalking him. Nix that, she was stalking him.
He couldn't even tell her off because she was the princess.
"Why? Why won't you leave me be?" he moaned. He didn't realize he'd said it out loud until she answered with a simplicity that both humbled and bewildered.
"Because I love you."
"How? How can you love me? You love Darien. You're going to marry him and be queen of the Earth. It's fated." It was all he could do to keep himself from shaking her.
"Fate. That's just a word people use when they're stuck in a rut and can't be bothered to get out. Well I love you and I don't care what fate says."
He just shook his head. "That can't be." He thought of Leeta's youma theory. If he could convince Serena. "You don't love me." He racked his brain to think of things that could put her off. "I'm a slob and I leave the toilet seat up and I'm. . ."
"Oh no. You mustn't say such things. You're good and kind and loyal. I love you. Not just your eyes or your smile, your hair, the way you look, but everything about you. The way you've always been nice to me. Always listened when I had something to say. Never mocked me when I did something silly. Your loyalty to Darien, to all your friends, to me. The way you're so brave and strong in battle but don't go looking for fights or bullying people even though you're strong enough. On and on she went heaping compliment upon compliment until he couldn't recognize the paragon of virtue she described as being anyone on earth let alone himself.
Was that really how she saw him? It was . . . incredible. A surge of feeling rose up within him. So strong, so unexpected that it took him a minute to realize it was joy. He was happy, no, ecstatic. The thought that anyone could see him like that, love him like that. That she could.
But it was wrong. Wasn't it wrong? She was to be with Darien, he with Mina; it was fate. ~Fate. That's just a word people use. . ~
"Serena," he said, his voice hoarse. He leaned toward her. . .
A/N: You all are probably hurling things at your computers so in the interest of technology I won't take that scene further. Sorry it's so short. I wrote it a while ago with the intention of expanding on it but my brain seems to have dried up in regards to this story. I figured I might as well put this up while I work on the next scene.
As always, thanks for reading and please review.