A.N. Hello! I need some ideas on how to continue this fic. Anyone with suggestions, email me! Icess
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Sailor Moon or the characters affiliated with it. They all belong to Naoko Takeuchi, DiC, and Toei Animation.
Title: Moving On
Chapter: Eight
Author: Icess
Darien sighed and plopped down onto his bed. All he had to do now was pack his suitcase and he'd be set for the wedding tomorrow. His tux was hanging in the closet and he had Serena's ring in his nightstand drawer. 'Serena…' he thought. He didn't know what he was going to do with her. This whole situation was pure hell. He didn't want a wife. He'd already tried to start a family before and he'd gotten his fiancée and his daughter taken away from him in the process all because of some money-hungry bastard. His bullet wound started to hurt again; it only hurt when he thought about his daughter. His beautiful gray eyed little girl. His Sierra. He hadn't seen her in two years. 'I'm gonna kill him when I find him!' He screamed silently.
He'd tried working with the cops before; they were no use to him. After Sierra hadn't been found in six months, they'd closed the case and determined her dead. 'She's not dead, damn it! I can do this without the lousy cops, Mario'll slip up one day, and I'll be ready for him.'
This was the last straw, Darien couldn't keep living his life this way: waiting for Mario to call for yet another clue as to where his daughter might be. It wasn't fair to Darien, and it certainly wasn't fair to Serena or Sierra. What if Sierra wasn't even alive? And if she was, it was highly unlikely that she would remember who her father was. Darien sighed, not wanting to think about what he would do if she didn't recognize him if and when he found her.
The next morning when Serena woke up, she didn't feel giddy like all other brides were supposed to feel. She felt... empty. She didn't feel anything at all for Darien. Sure, he was attractive, but she didn't love him... and she was positive that he didn't love her. They never even spoke to each other. Since the lawyer had announced that they were to be wed, Darien hadn't spoke more than five sentences to her.
She sighed and hardened her resolve. She wouldn't speak a word to him unless he addressed her directly. She would be the ever-dutiful wife until he went crazy. She smiled wickedly, 'Oh yeah. This is going to be great.'
When a knock sounded at her door, she mumbled something that sounded like, "Come in." Lacey breezed in and was chattering a mile a minute. "Oh Serena, this is so wonderful! You and Darien will be just fabulous together, mark my word. Why, you'll be the talk of the town." Lacey went to Serena's closet and took out her wedding gown. "You'll look stunningly beautiful in this dress, oh yes you will. Just wait and see." Serena laughed softly, gazing at the dress. It was elegant, yet simple. It was white and long and flowing, simple little straps held the dress up and the neckline was low, but not so low that it showed too much. 'It really is a lovely dress.' She commented thoughtfully.
"Aunt Lacey, I have an idea about what to do with my hair..." She said and went on to describe weaving the baby's breath flowers through her hair. Lacey was ecstatic and didn't notice that Serena wasn't the blushing bride that she was supposed to be.
"Well Darien, my boy, are you ready to become a husband?" Ian asked, helping Darien with his tie and suit jacket.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Darien stated. "Let's go get this thing over with..." He said when Ian had finished fussing over his tie. Ian laughed and they both headed downstairs into the den where the ceremony was taking place. Since Lacey didn't trust anyone but herself to do the decorations, she had been awake since the crack of dawn to make everything perfect.
The banister of the stairs had white roses and yellow ribbon weaved through the posts. On every even surface there was a white candle lit, the lights didn't have to be turned on because the candles gave off quite a bit of light.
Darien saw Andrew, Colin, Raye and all of her friends waiting by the mantel of the fireplace where more candles adorned it. Lacey rushed down the stairs to start the wedding march and Ian rushed up the stairs to walk Serena down them to Darien. Darien's breath caught when he saw Serena. She was an angel, a vision. She walked with her natural feminine grace and once the music ended, Ian handed Serena over to Darien and the minister began. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..."
A.N. Well? I know, I haven't written in a VERY long time. Life does that to you. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. It wasn't the best, but isn't the worst either. Thanks! Icess
Written On: May 24, 2004
Revamped On: March 20, 2006