Disclaimer: Do I have to do this for every chapter? Oh, and for all the people that asked, yes, I did borrow a bit of Hot Gimmick but I try not to take too much...--;;; some of the plot is Miki Aihara's =]

Sorry for all the fans out there...see I thought this story was pretty dead and nobody actually read it too much so I just kind of gave up...but well...I have nothing to do and I suddenly discovered [much to my surprise] that people do put me on as their favorite and so...well...I have been inspired to continue! dodges rotten tomatoes

Monarchy under a Complete Jerk

Chapter 4: Up the Wall

The next day, I decided to risk a visit to the arcade, even with the possibilities of meeting Darien there. That Sailor V game is just too good to give up.

I pushed open the doors to the Crown and smiled silently at the jingling bell. There weren't a lot of people here which means no line for the video games. Two quarters and four hours later, I was sitting in front of Andrew sipping a smoothie. Somebody sat down next to me sometime ago, but smoothies are much too important that person so I didn't even bother to see who it was.

"Andrew! Get me a double chocolate fudge cappuccino."

Hey, at least somebody has the same good tastes as me.

Andrew came over a few minutes after and sat in front of the two of us. He was quiet for a while and when I looked up at him, he was looking between me and the other guy kind of funny.

"It's not nice to stare Andrew," I said giggling at his concentrated expression. He looked almost as if he was trying to solve a really hard problem except at the same time, he also looked constipated.

"Well...it's not that I like to stare...but isn't it unusual for you and Darien of all people to be sitting so closely and not biting each others necks off?"

Confused, my head snapped around to finally take a good look at the person besides me.

"Oh my gosh! I got here first! Go find yourself another seat to occupy," I said with a shooing motion in my hand.

"Why should I sit elsewhere when you are my slave? I wouldn't want anybody else to take you home and cook onions for them now would I?"

"I'm not your slave! You just assumed that. You didn't even buy me or win me or anything. You just decided to blackmail me one day because I went over to the deli at an ungodly hour in the morning."

Andrew suddenly piped up, "Uh...guys? What are we talking about again? I don't seem to be following."

"Oh, didn't you know? Darien likes to hold little girls in his house because he thinks it's fun having somebody run around and clean his spotless surrounding just because he hates them!"

Andrew looked at me, confused for another few seconds before reaching into his pocket and pulling out another quarter. "Here Serena...go have some fun while I yell at Darien here."

Grateful, I stuck out my tongue at the black haired figure before taking the quarter and skipping to the Sailor V game.

-Darien's POV-

I looked at the brotherly figure in front of me. "Why the hell are you so nice to her anyways? She bugs me to no ends."

"You mean she drives you nuts?"

"Yes I mean she drives me nuts. I just want to hold onto her little neck and squeeze the life out of her."

"Wow...you want to squeeze the life out of Serena? Don't you think she's...you know, a bit cute in any way?"

"You're crazy Andrew! Totally insane. She's totally not--"

I chose this instant to turn around to look at Serena, and found I couldn't go on with the sentence. She was pretty okay looking I guess...it's nothing much. Just that I think all guys are attracted to long shiny hair. And I have to admit...she has nice hair. She's still a dumb blonde though.

After about a few more moments lost in my own thoughts, my Andrew decided to speak up and scold me about being nicer to Serena and how she isn't as bad as I always say she is. Five minutes and a cappuccino later, I tell him to shut up.

Then he just blew his top. It's not like him to defend somebody so much and it's not everyday I tell him to shut up. It's like he's on medications or something. Even after that laughing incident, I decided that Andrew seriously should win that strait jacket. His hands began to grab random things, craving to do something useful. Finally, he picked up a glass and started rubbing it clean with his cloth, holding it so tightly I thought it was going to crack from the pressure.

"Andrew put that down before that thing shatters and kills my devilish good looks with the millions of shards of glass it's going to shoot out."

He glares, and stops mid-sentence and slams the glass down.

"Look Darien. Just because you think Serena is annoying and stupid and ugly, doesn't mean the rest of the world does. I know about 4 people who are crushing on her right now. If you can't take advantage of your situation with her and treat her nicely, then I'm not letting you have her! I and her girls will personally go to your apartment to find you and kick your sorry ass!"

"Jesus Christ, Andrew! Just shut up! There is nothing that will make Serena regard me as a person she doesn't hate. NOTHING."

"And that would be your fault."

I sighed, "Fine. That would be my fault. Happy?"

"Not yet. I want you to go over there and be nice to her and maybe give her a hug or something. And don't do anything stupid like mess up her game. You know she'd really hate you for that."

"No way, I'm not doing that!"

Andrew glared at me, "You know...I still have that picture of you in that barney pajamas from last year when you got drunk..."

"Well I can tell Serena about Rita and your secret relationship."

Andrew chuckled, "Do you really think that she will believe you?"

I sighed, "Fine, fine, whatever."

At Andrew's smile, I knew I had just promised to do something that will end badly. I stood up slowly and paced to just behind Serena. And as soon as that 'Game Over' sign flashed across the screen, I pulled her in from the shoulders and held her against me. She was warmer and softer than I'd expected but then again, she's a girl. My face buried itself into her golden hair without a second thought and I smelled her shampoo and lotion. After a few dazed seconds, I finally stood upright again and dropped my arms to my sides. I'd never admit it of course, but I actually liked that.

I saw her face when she turned around. It was all flushed and everything. I felt my face burning too.

"Darien what the hell did you do that for?! You said I'm a slave but there was nothing about sex toy!"

This woman over exaggerates!

"I didn't use you as a sex toy! All I did was give you a hug. Is there something terribly wrong with that?"

She looked at me for a few seconds, confusion still running through those clear blue eyes.

Agitated, I ran my hand through my hair, "Okay, fine. If you don't want me to hug you then I won't. But just for your information, Andrew made me do it, and I didn't enjoy myself one bit."

"W-well...then don't listen to Andrew next time!"

Her face was a few shades closer to red now, but for some reason, it didn't seem to be just because she was blushing. She was biting her lip and her hands were shaking.

Somewhere back at the counter, I saw Andrew through the corner of my eye, arms crossed, glaring at me. I suddenly felt extremely nervous and backed away from Serena. I was desperate to get away before Andrew started throwing things.

"Look Serena, you are my slave. Whether you like it or not." I backed up more, "And besides, you owe me time from yesterday anyways."

But I doubt she was listening to me. Her eyes pulled a way a whole sentence ago to look at the counter where a woman was approaching Andrew.

'SHIT' I mentally cursed. What a bad time for Rita to show up. I watched as Andrew and Rita talked and laughed for a while seemingly oblivious of the rest of the world, including the one poor man who was desperately trying to get a few tissues from Andrew for the icecream dribbling down his arm. Rita brushed some hair away from Andrew's face and said something before he hurriedly prepared a very large sundae for her. The sundae was about a whole two inches bigger and fatter than Serena's daily ones and there was a whole lot more chocolate shining on the top than Serena ever got in five sundaes.

I tried to stop her as she stalked up to the counter and screamed an order for a sundae to Andrew who confused as he was, had to make the one for her just as big as the one for Rita.

I paced over quickly and grabbed Serena just when she was ready to devour her treat and dragged her out of the arcade. She screamed, scratched, and bit at my hand but I just kept pulling her until we were a block away.

"What the HELL do you think your DOING?!"

She snatched her arm away from mine and smacked me, "Who is that girl?! Why did Andrew make such a big sundae for her?!"

The words 'secret relationship' popped into my head and I knew not to tell her. But that wasn't what I wanted to say anyways, "Don't pay so much attention to him! You are my slave and you need to do what I say!"

"It's not like I do anything for you anyways so it doesn't count!" She stated crossing her arms and staring at me triumphantly.

I mentally fumed inside, "Fine, if you don't do anything for me, you can start now. Run to the deli and get me a condom. Then meet me back at my apartment. If you don't, I'll just ring up your mom's cell phone numbers and tell her about your parties."

Serena obviously knew what I was implying, but I seriously wanted to see if she was going to go through with it or not. She contemplated her standings for a few moments before groaning and muttering something under her breath.

"What was that? Speak louder so I can hear you," I mocked, thinking it was an insult she was grumbling about.

"WHAT IS YOUR SIZE FOR THE CONDOM?!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Caught off guard, I sputtered and clamped my hands on her mouth. She obviously did that on purpose and I could only nod humiliatingly at the passing old woman waving her cane dangerously in front of my gorgeous face.

"Fine, fine, I'll go get it myself," I've managed to calm my face down a bit, but at the mention of my little friend down there, he just got a tad too excited. I took my hands off of Serena's mouth and she grinned at me, obviously satisfied at what she did.

"What Darien? You're too embarrassed to tell me how small your stiff friend is?"

The blush I just got rid of crawled back onto my face and I pulled my shirt down.

"Fine. You want to get the condom?" I asked agitatedly.

Serena's eyes widened and she shook her head no. But it's not like I was going to let her get away with this one. But I had to punish her more. This isn't enough. I pressed some money into her hand and smiled evilly.

"And for your inapropriate behavior in public, I'll have to punish you."

Her eyes rolled, "How about that time you embarrassed me in the arcade, clutching to my leg and laughing your ass off at something that wasn't the least bit funny?"

"That didn't count. I'm master, you're slave."

She sighed, obviously giving up, "Okay, it doesn't matter anyways. Besides, your punishment, can't be as bad anyways. But just to be perfectly clear, I am NOT going to have sex with you. I'll get you the condom, and you can just jack off with it I guess. So what's the punishment? Buy a pregnancy test? Laugh like an idiot and clutch onto your leg as you drag me around? Or let my fanclub of men stare at my 'stomach muscles'?"

"Kiss me."

Serena stood, frozen to the spot, staring at me with those large eyes of hers. I knew she didn't even consider that I'd let her do something like this. And as disgusting as it sounds, she had to be punished.

"Come on meatball head, hurry up."

She frowned, "Maybe later," she grumbled, obviously hoping I'd forget about it.

I smiled to myself knowing this was one thing I'll never forget and maybe...just maybe I can get it caught on camera. I cackled evilly inside my head. So with a bit of money, my maid was sent off to get a condom while I walked back to my apartment, feeling better than I had for quite a while.

=T

OKAY! I redid this chapter...

I know none of you care right now but I'm going through some emotional turmoil right now. The person I originally wrote this story for was my boyfriend but then we broke up [I dumped him actually] and I just stopped. Not that it was much good anyways.

Well now, there's this guy I used to like and I'm crushing on him. And he puts stuff in his profile that could be saying something to me but it's just too vague to know. After all, it could be for that blondie ex of his that swims a hell lot faster than me [for some reason, his type is the fast beautiful one I just don't fit into the fast part...as a matter of fact, I don't fit either one]. I should really put this all in my xanga but there's that little voice nagging at me telling me he might see it. Owell...olympics rocked by the way. GO MICHAEL PHELPS! Swims just like the sexy beast I'll never have. L