I Do Not Own Sailor Moon.

A Possible Future?

"Can I have this dance?

Serena's skin tingled as she turned around. It was Him. The Greek god, the subject of her dreams. Asking her to dance. Didn't he know who she was? She mentally looked at herself, remembering her mask. 'Of course he doesn't know who I am; he wouldn't have asked me to dance if he did.' She thought bitterly. But she would take advantage of her anonymousness and enjoy his company if only for one night.

His hand found the small of her back as he led her to the dance floor. "A princess?" At her nod he asked softly, "Of what?"

"The Moon," She whispered breathlessly

Darien smiled. "I'm Darien, I don't think we've meet. What's your name?"

"I'm… well… my name… my name isn't really important right now,"

"Really? When will it be important," Darien said flirtatiously.

Serena flinched, "It never will be," hating the truth in her words.

Darien sensed the changed in her mood instantly, and frowned. "Why?"

"It doesn't matter? Come on let's dance,"

Darien's life changed in that second, he didn't notice the slight stirring in his soul but he would never be able to let go of her. He felt strange though and had to remind himself of what she really was, 'She is just like any other girl: Free Sex,' but as she circled her arms round his neck he knew in his heart -even if not his head- she was much more than that. He pulled her closer, and she willing allowed herself to be pulled. A soft sigh escaped lips. His body tightened. He tightened his hold on her, bringing his lips tantalizingly close to hers. "What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't,"

"But after tonight how am I to find you?"

"You won't,"

"No, I must," desperation apparent in his voice.

"Believe me you don't want to find me," she closed her eyes in anguish. "Please just… just," her throat closed up and she began to pull away.

Darien acted immediately crushing her to him, "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me your name you don't have to tell me any damn thing you don't want to, just don't go,"

Serena melted into his arms, as he found her lips in a kiss like no other. Serena was blown by the power of the gentle scraping on her lips. She sighed and pressed herself onto him, silently inviting him to deepen their kiss.

"Hey Dare! You got a good one there!" Mike slapped Darien on the back.

Normally, with any other girl Darien would have grinned and winked not caring about how the girl in question was feeling. But this wasn't any other girl. This was different. She was different. From her the colour of her eyes clearly visible from the cut out of her mask, to the way she held herself. She was his. And from the way Mike was looking at her, he had to make that fact known. "Come on," Darien pulled her to a corner of the dance floor.

"Him,"

"Who? Mike? You know him?"

Serena's eyes snapped up. "Mike?" she whispered. This was the house of that bastard? This was his party. She suddenly remembered what she was doing. A look of horror spread across her face. Oh gosh how could she forget? Darien and his friends were the cause of all her pain she had suffered since coming here and here she was dancing and kissing one of them. "I have to go," She extricated herself out of his clutches and raced to Mina giving her a rushed story, before heading for the main entrance.

Darien ran after her as she stopped briefly to whisper something to the girl who was dancing with Andrew. He was about to reach her when Marie stepped in front of him.

"Hey what's the rush?" She placed her hand on his chest, stroking it, green eyes gleaming.

"This is not the time, Marie," trying to get past. "I need to go somewhere,"

"You weren't saying that a few minuets ago." Her hand travelled lower as she tossed her red hair

"Just move out of the bloody way, Marie!" Darien said sharply. He could see Serena going through the front door. He pushed past a stunned Marie and raced outside into the cold night he looked right, then left. Not knowing where to turn. His fist balled up. He wanted to hit something. The one person who had ever touched his heart. Gone. Right into the night sky as if she never existed. With no clue, not even a name. He needed to go home, he needed to get drunk, sober up, and then think of a plan. This was far from over. He would not rest until she, the moon princess was back in his arms.

Serena ran tears running down her face. She ran straight home and into her room. How could life be so unfair? How could such passion come from such an ass? She tore off the tiara on her head and flung herself onto the bed sobs racketing through her body.

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