Fifteen Again
Hi everyone! It's Serenita. I know I am in the middle of writing all these stories but this one won't get out of my head! Thank you for all of your reviews and nice comments. Just to let you know about the story: This is in Darien's point of view. Okay? Please read and enjoy!
Oh, I don't own Sailor Moon
And Please R+R!
I woke up to the bird's chirping in my ears, awaking me from my peaceful sleep. 'Damn. I hate those birds.' I thought. I sat up in my bed and stretched out my sore muscles. My back ached from the Yoma that we had fought last night. The last few Yomas had a real affect on me. I remember being thrown to the ground a few times because of protecting Serena. I'm not complaining believe me. That girl is my life, but the girls don't understand how hard it is to be Serena's protector. It's even harder when I can't protect her all the time by being in college. If only I was younger. I think I remember wishing that last night, that I could be with her all the time. At school, in her home, so that way I could be sure that she would always be safe. But, that's not possible.
I smile as I remember what happened after the fight. Serena was right there by my side worrying over me when there were visible slashes and bruises on her body. And then she smiled. When she smiles at me, it lets me know that she knows that I love her and that I would never leave her. But the scouts, they look at me different. It's kind of strange. They know I that I love and protect her, but the look at me as if they don't trust me totally. One reason is that none of them know me, at all. I am very conservative when it comes to my personal life. Only Andrew and Serena know all about me. But it still feels wrong when they, who protect her with me, don't trust me. I try to shake these thoughts away as I stand up. I walk over to the mirror and focus my eyes on my reflection.
Wait.
Something's wrong.
Something's different.
I look at my reflection. I have a few bruised ribs, a cut on my forehead, my hair is the same, but...I'm shorter. And my face is more boyish, as like it was when I was...
Oh my god.
It's not possible. I rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't imagining it. But the same reflection stares back at me. I shake my head and look again. It's still there.
God, I'm fifteen again.
Hi everyone! It's Serenita. I know I am in the middle of writing all these stories but this one won't get out of my head! Thank you for all of your reviews and nice comments. Just to let you know about the story: This is in Darien's point of view. Okay? Please read and enjoy!
Oh, I don't own Sailor Moon
And Please R+R!
I woke up to the bird's chirping in my ears, awaking me from my peaceful sleep. 'Damn. I hate those birds.' I thought. I sat up in my bed and stretched out my sore muscles. My back ached from the Yoma that we had fought last night. The last few Yomas had a real affect on me. I remember being thrown to the ground a few times because of protecting Serena. I'm not complaining believe me. That girl is my life, but the girls don't understand how hard it is to be Serena's protector. It's even harder when I can't protect her all the time by being in college. If only I was younger. I think I remember wishing that last night, that I could be with her all the time. At school, in her home, so that way I could be sure that she would always be safe. But, that's not possible.
I smile as I remember what happened after the fight. Serena was right there by my side worrying over me when there were visible slashes and bruises on her body. And then she smiled. When she smiles at me, it lets me know that she knows that I love her and that I would never leave her. But the scouts, they look at me different. It's kind of strange. They know I that I love and protect her, but the look at me as if they don't trust me totally. One reason is that none of them know me, at all. I am very conservative when it comes to my personal life. Only Andrew and Serena know all about me. But it still feels wrong when they, who protect her with me, don't trust me. I try to shake these thoughts away as I stand up. I walk over to the mirror and focus my eyes on my reflection.
Wait.
Something's wrong.
Something's different.
I look at my reflection. I have a few bruised ribs, a cut on my forehead, my hair is the same, but...I'm shorter. And my face is more boyish, as like it was when I was...
Oh my god.
It's not possible. I rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't imagining it. But the same reflection stares back at me. I shake my head and look again. It's still there.
God, I'm fifteen again.