Chapter 5
Saturday Morning: Tokyo Gardens
"Hey, give that back!" Serena ordered, chasing Raye around the park.
The other girl giggled and dodged Serena's attacks.
"We're here to talk Sailor business!" Ami insisted, trying to intercede.
"Oooh! Tuxedo Mask!" Raye taunted, waving the rose back and forth, "Serena, you are such a liar!"
"I am not a liar and you're just jealous!" Luna hung her head in embarrassment as Serena with a scream tackled Raye to the ground, "Give it back to me!"
"Not until you admit that you're lying!" She thrust the rose with all her might, high into the air.
"I GOT IT! I GOT IT!" Serena called, stretching out her arms and waiting for it to fall.
Alright, it was falling…falling…falling…
She made a dive for it but it was just out of her reach, slipping out of her fingers…and…
CRASH! She landed in a bush, laden with sharp, prickly branches. "OW!" But where did the rose go?
"Looking for something, Meatball Head?" The last person on Earth she wanted to see at that moment appeared before her, fingering the rose almost tenderly.
She rose out of the bushes, struggling, bits of leaves and twigs in her hair. "Give it back, Darien!"
He laughed at her, affectionately. What a goofball his Meatball Head was. Then proceeded to ignore her.
"Hi Raye!" He called, by-passing a much disgruntled Serena, "Ready for our date?"
Raye leapt off the ground, uninjured, "Oh! Is it that time, already?" She smiled, showing all of her teeth at once and taking his arm.
"See ya later, Meatball Head!" He called over his shoulder as the two walked off.
Serena slunk to the ground. He took her rose! Her only memory of the evening she spent with Tuxedo Mask!
"Serena," a voice called to her.
She looked up and there was Darien still holding the rose. He bent down to her level.
"I believe this belongs to you." And with the smoothest of gestures, handed her back her beloved rose.
And she was utterly speechless. She couldn't come up with a comeback to his being nice to her. He was being nice to her? She fingered the rose petals softly. He had touched this rose and suddenly he, Darien, was part of her memory attached to the object. She should have thrust it to the ground in disgust. But instead she made a treasure of it and when he rounded the corner to catch up with Raye, pressed her lips to the petals. She had never noticed how amazingly dreamy his eyes were before.
Alright….so that ends my short, little story. Hope you enjoyed it! I left it open…maybe a sequel is in the future? Feedback is much appreciated!