Millions of apologies for the lateness of this chapter. I've been rather distracted with school, and then Harry Potter came out and wham! Got a ronxhermione story idea…
Thanks so much for the patience, and I hope you enjoy… the long awaited
Chapter eight!
After fixing her protection problem Usagi scampered down the stairs dressed comfortably in her PJ's.
I guess his knowing isn't all bad, at least I can actually dress comfortably and without that atrocious taping.
"So, Darien, you up for helping me with my lines?" she questioned sweetly, flopping down in a large leather chair.
In response, the young man flicked his gaze from the TV screen to glance at her,
"I'd love to babe," he teased, "but we've got a date in half an hour"
"A date?" Usagi repeated suspiciously
"Yea, I told those girls at the drug store we'd go clubbing with them and their friends"
"Oh…and what if I don't want to go?" she questioned raising an eyebrow.
"Mmm, I suppose I could just tell Jason why he shouldn't be hitting on you…"
"You asshole" the girl growled, "that's blackmail"
"Really? I had no idea" he replied smiling innocently, even as she glared darkly at him.
"Ergh, well then Mr. big idea... What the hell am I supposed to wear?"
"mmm, I'm sure we can find you something... after all, my mom's kept all her old clothing since the 70's just encase the fashions return"
Usagi just blinked, thinking, the 70's?!? ew… lord save me from the disco age as he pulled her through the house to where his mothers clothing was stored before leaving her to try to find something amongst the millions of designer outfits hung carefully on hangers.
Finally after much searching Usagi managed to find something from within the last three years amidst Darien's mother's vast wardrobe. After nearly 20mins of deliberation, the blonde was satisfied with the way she looked, and so she went down-stairs to meet her lounging room-mate.
"so, you're finally ready" he grumbled flicking off the TV as she entered the room.
Usagi glared at the back of his head in response, as she slipped a long black coat over her slender figure, before putting on a pair of heels.
"let's just get this over with" she muttered as she walked towards Darien where he stood near the door.
"hey, you don't have to pretend to enjoy this on my account" the raven haired man commented as she passed by him on her way to the garage.
Usagi didn't reply, instead opting to glare darkly at him, and anything else that happened to cross her path.
The drive to the club looked like it was going to be a silent one as Usagi was royally pissed at Darien's lack of consideration, and well, Darien he was just focused on not pissing her off even more (a noble pursuit given his current position).
"so how much further is this place" Usagi broke the silence some time later
Darien glanced at her, before cautiously replying, "Another 10 minutes"
They lapsed into silence once more.
Finally, they pulled up in front of the club, Usagi not bothering to wait for her companion as she headed towards the front door, only pausing a moment when Darien placed his hand on her shoulder.
"we'll do whatever you want tomorrow" he whispered by way of apology.
Usagi nodded, as the pair moved towards the tables ringing the dance floor.
They had been there for about 15minutes, and were still slowly sipping at their first drinks when Darien's acquaintances from the store arrived.
"Darien!" they gushed, sliding into the booth, as one of the girls, a raven haired beauty continued, "we thought you were bringing your room-mate"
"yes, well… he's not feeling very well right now, so I brought his twin sister instead" Darien explained as he motioned towards Usagi.
"oh! It's so nice to meet you!" the other girl stated holding out a hand, "I'm Emily"
"and I'm Rebecca!"
"I'm Usagi, nice to meet you both, I'm sure" Usagi commented, taking another sip of her fruity concoction as an uneasy silence settled over the group.
"well then ladies… why don't we go dance?" Darien suggested gulping down the last of his drink before offering his arms to the two girls.
"see you later" Emily called back, as the trio weaved their way through the crowds, leaving a rather annoyed blonde behind.
He's such a jerk, what does he expect me to do here? She thought to herself as she swung around on the stool to face the crowd. I didn't want to come in the first place, and now look at me, lounging about the bar like some kind of looser. Oh well… may as well hit the floor, at least dancing will kill some time.
And dance Usagi did, her body moving seductively with the beat as she spun, twirled, and generally became one with the music. Oh, and what a site to behold, her figure lean, legs long, and face a mask of euphoria half-hidden by shadows. Looking at her, seductively joyful movements one would think that she was making love to life itself.
In lay-mans terms she was pretty damn fine, and the men (and some of the women) in the building were all taking notice. In fact she'd gathered quite a crowd of people, some more daring than others would move up to join her in her dance for a time, but always at the songs end they would retreat. I guess they could tell that although she allowed their intrusion into her world of music and rhythm, they were not a part of it, and so moved away to let her resume weaving her seductive spell alone.
Darien, who had been dancing with Emily and Rebecca, was completely oblivious to his room-mates activities, and only really noticed the crowd when Rebecca remarked,
"I wonder what's going on" as she paused to glance at the circle of people amassing near the middle of the floor.
Darien just shrugged, assuming it was break dancing, but being the curious people that they were, Emily and Rebecca insisted that they investigate. With a sigh, he followed his companions to the fringe of the circle listening as they asked what was happening.
"this girl dancing, she's awesome!" came a shouted reply
Now even more curious, the two pushed their way through the crowd dragging a certain raven haired man behind until finally they could see the mystery dancer in all her shadowed glory.
The beat pounded low and sensual through the strobe-lighted club, its rhythm quick, but his heart beat quicker, for there in front of him, face hidden by shadows was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Darien swallowed hard, as a shuddering breath left his lips even as dark-blue lust-infused eyes skimmed over the girl before him.
She was breath-taking.
She was enticing.
He couldn't resist.
Slowly he moved forwards as the music changed, its beat still steady, seductive in its rhythm. The dancer's movements teasing even as he placed a questioning hand upon her hip.
She continued her dance, ignoring the staring eyes as she threw back her head and laughed inwardly. Her dance was no more than her love for life expressed the best way she knew how, but usually Minako was there, and together they would weave their spell. Together they were untouchable, alone a magnet, and as she felt yet another presence come up behind her she never paused, not even when a warm hand brushed against her hip in a silent question.
Her response was to simple move closer. She always let them come, let them dance with her for a bit always knowing that they would move away, and she liked it that way. Yet this time, as the dancer began to move with her, she knew something was different. His motions were smooth and steady hands knowledgeable as he slowly began to tame her wild dance, even as he adjusted his own.
Curious as to whom her partner was, the short-haired blonde sneaked a glance at her companion, and then all hell broke loose as her heart pounded wildly in her chest as if it were an animal caged against it's will.
It was Darien, his eyes closed as he moved, simple feeling the music, and from his expression she knew that he had no clue as to who she was.
It was a split second decision, but as the music changed, she quickly moved away. Sliding into the crowd like a shadow, thankful that the lights were low enough to obscure facial features and clothing colour.
On the floor, Darien continued his dance for a moment, before his eyes fluttered open.
She was gone, all sign of her figure lost in the pressing crush that was the dance-floor of the night club.
Darien didn't feel like dancing anymore, he just wanted to go home.
aw, poor Darien, he's such a block-head in this chapter pats his head
sorry again for taking decades to update, and for the shortness. As I said earlier life got in the way!
anyways, leave comments please, and I promise to update sooner. (but only if ppl. Are still interested)
galene