Hi ppl!! This is my first ficcy! So be nice! Ive always wanted to write
one, but never got the time, but ive finally started one, and unlike most
talented authors out there, I hope that I get to update a new chapter at
least once a week.well.here goes so please R&R!!!!!! Thanks!! ^_^!!!
Oh yeah.and I don't own sailor moon or any of the characters.unfortunately.
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Chapter 1-Meeting the Devil
It was a beautiful summer day. The sun was shining above in the clouds, and the slight breeze carried a faint hint of cherry blossoms. Laughter was everywhere, and happy people were around every corner of Tokyo. But a certain blonde was racing, racing to be somewhere, as if she were late for an appointment. Two golden streaks of hair trailed behind her, as she turned a sharp corner, and ran into something hard and fell.
"Ow! When'd they put a wall there???" she wailed.
"Glad you approve of my body, Meatball Head" came the reply with a slight chuckle.
Her eyes trailed up, only to meet a pair of azure eyes, staring into her own blue eyes.
*He does have a good physique. Nice, broad shoulders, strong muscular build, and.WAIT! NO! This is Darien we're talking about! *
She shook herself out of her reverie and stood up hastily, brushing her pink skirt off.
"My name is S-E-R-E-N-A!! Can't you get that through your thick head?!" she fumed at the tall man before her.
" Sure I know your name! ...Meatball Head!" he laughed.
"OHH!! You make me so mad Darien!!! Can't you just go off to some far away place and never return!?" she yelled, her face turning red.
" Why would I do that? I'd never be able to make fun of you again if I did!" he stated, enjoying every minute of this argument.
"That's the whole point you-.. what time is it?" she asked suddenly.
"Uhh.it's 12:30, why?" Darien asked, suddenly puzzled by the question.
"Ah!!! I've got to go!!" she yelled, started to run past her arch-nemesis.
"Whoa! Where are you off to in such a hurry?" he asked, stretching out his arm and easily catching the blonde.
"I-I." she stuttered, "I have to be somewhere! Please let me go!" she pleaded, her blue eyes desperate as she stared into his eyes.
He looked down at the girl, her eyes were pleading. She looked so scared, but yet so beautiful. She looked so sincere. So he let her go. She was momentarily shocked that he complied with her request, but within 3 seconds, all that was left was a trail of dust, leading in the direction in which the blonde took off in, and a pair of blue eyes, following the trail.
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Serena flew through the doors to the Crown Arcade, puffing and wheezing, trying to catch her breath. She walked up to the counter, and plopped herself down on the red cushioned seat.
"*Gasp*.whew!! I haven't exercised since the last ice age! I'm dying!" she complained to her friend whom stood behind the counter.
"Haha.nice to see you too Serena" replied the usual cheery Andrew "your usual?" he asked.
"Yes please!" she replied as her mood was suddenly lifted at the thought of food.
Andrew busied himself behind the counter, making Serena's chocolate milkshake with a strawberry on the side, as Serena sat there, fanning herself with her hand, trying to cool herself off.
"Here you go!" said Andrew as he handed her the milkshake.
"Ugh.thanks.you're a lifesaver." she replied as she took a long drink from her shake, savouring the taste, like she would never have another for the rest of her life.
"Where've you been, I've been waiting for two whole minutes." said a voice in her ear. She became stiff at the sound of that voice. It was like none other; low, raspy, full of malice and it sent shivers down her spine. Not out of joy, but out of fear.
"I-I'm s-sorry." she replied. Her voice was so quiet it was hardly audible. She hung her head down in shame.
"You will be punished for this, you know that right?" came the voice again, as fingers trailed up her spine, and back down, as the twisted their way and settled on her flat stomach.
She shuddered noticeably, as she gulped back tears, and nodded.
"I-I'm sorry, Sir." She apologized "It won't happen again." She closed her eyes and wished this man would leave her alone.
*Oh God, please, I beg you, help me.make sure he doesn't punish me.haven't I suffered enough? *
But she was helpless. There was nobody that could help her. Damion has been her boyfriend for the past 2 years. If she was given the choice, she would have left months ago, but she didn't have a choice. Wasn't there anybody that could help her?
"Come on angel, we should be getting home. I need to decide on how I should be punishing you tonight, don't you agree? It might take a while.I don't like to wait on people, I have very little patience my dear." he whispered viciously into her ear, knowing very well the answer to his question.
"Yes Sir." she replied quietly, hoping she wouldn't draw attention from the rest of the people at the arcade.
She slid off her seat, paid for her barely touched milkshake, which by now has melted, and gave Andrew a warm smile. He had seen everything that just happened.from the words he whispered into her ear, to the expressions of disgust and helplessness on her face. Her smile pleaded to him not to mention anything, nor to ask any questions. He got the message, and did as she requested. But he was worried. Worried for her. She is like a little sister to him, and it was killing him to see her suffer like this, and at the total mercy of a ruthless and cold-hearted man. But he feared Damion. Everybody did. Nobody has ever dared to go against him.. except for Darien.
Serena and Damion made their way to the doors to exit the arcade, when Darien walked in. He noticed how frightened Serena looked, and how uncomfortable she was. He then looked at Damion. He had a twisted smile plastered onto his face, as he looked down unto his 'girlfriend'.
"Hi Serena." said Darien.
"Huh? O-Oh, hi Darien" she replied, without even looking up to greet him. She continued to stare at the floor. She didn't even take the time to register that her had called her 'Serena', and not 'Meatball Head' or any other nickname.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have somewhere to be? Like maybe somewhere OUT of my way?" demanded Damion, his voice harsh and cold, as his eyes squinted into slits and glared daggers at Darien.
"I believe I was talking to SERENA, I don't recall your name being in the conversation." Replied Darien, his voice just as harsh as Damion's.
"Serena doesn't want to talk to you! In case you haven't noticed, we're leaving so we can go have some ALONE time." sneered Damion, as he exaggerated 'alone', knowing that this ticked Darien off.
"I think she's big enough to answer her own questions. She doesn't belong to you." He stated, he fury rising, as well as his voice.
"Tisk tisk. That's where you're wrong. She DOES belong to me. She mine, and I do as I please with her." he bit back, as he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against him.
He didn't notice the tiny squeak of pain that she uttered, but Darien did. He glanced down to where his hand was, and saw that he was literally squeezing her skin. This made him mad. Hurting a woman is wrong, but Serena, that makes it even worse.
"Don't you see that you're hurting her?? Let her go!" he commanded, his fists balled up, his anger reaching its peak.
"If it hurt her, she would let me know. As you said before, she's a big girl now and can speak for herself." His words dripped off his tongue viciously, as he led her out of the arcade and down the street.
Darien stood there at the entrance of the arcade, watching the devil himself, leading his little bunny down the street, not knowing what the hell he might do to her. And he was completely helpless. There was nothing he could do to help her, but stand there, and pray that he didn't hurt her.
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Well, there it is!! The first chappie!! Hope you liked it! Please review!!! I'll love you forever if you do and that encourages me to keep writing!! SO DON'T FORGET!!! I hope to add another chapter sometime next week.so keep looking back!! I promise to update weekly!!!! Flames are welcome.just don't be too cruel!! Peace!
~*Moon_Princess*~
Oh yeah.and I don't own sailor moon or any of the characters.unfortunately.
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Chapter 1-Meeting the Devil
It was a beautiful summer day. The sun was shining above in the clouds, and the slight breeze carried a faint hint of cherry blossoms. Laughter was everywhere, and happy people were around every corner of Tokyo. But a certain blonde was racing, racing to be somewhere, as if she were late for an appointment. Two golden streaks of hair trailed behind her, as she turned a sharp corner, and ran into something hard and fell.
"Ow! When'd they put a wall there???" she wailed.
"Glad you approve of my body, Meatball Head" came the reply with a slight chuckle.
Her eyes trailed up, only to meet a pair of azure eyes, staring into her own blue eyes.
*He does have a good physique. Nice, broad shoulders, strong muscular build, and.WAIT! NO! This is Darien we're talking about! *
She shook herself out of her reverie and stood up hastily, brushing her pink skirt off.
"My name is S-E-R-E-N-A!! Can't you get that through your thick head?!" she fumed at the tall man before her.
" Sure I know your name! ...Meatball Head!" he laughed.
"OHH!! You make me so mad Darien!!! Can't you just go off to some far away place and never return!?" she yelled, her face turning red.
" Why would I do that? I'd never be able to make fun of you again if I did!" he stated, enjoying every minute of this argument.
"That's the whole point you-.. what time is it?" she asked suddenly.
"Uhh.it's 12:30, why?" Darien asked, suddenly puzzled by the question.
"Ah!!! I've got to go!!" she yelled, started to run past her arch-nemesis.
"Whoa! Where are you off to in such a hurry?" he asked, stretching out his arm and easily catching the blonde.
"I-I." she stuttered, "I have to be somewhere! Please let me go!" she pleaded, her blue eyes desperate as she stared into his eyes.
He looked down at the girl, her eyes were pleading. She looked so scared, but yet so beautiful. She looked so sincere. So he let her go. She was momentarily shocked that he complied with her request, but within 3 seconds, all that was left was a trail of dust, leading in the direction in which the blonde took off in, and a pair of blue eyes, following the trail.
* ~ * ~ * ~ *
Serena flew through the doors to the Crown Arcade, puffing and wheezing, trying to catch her breath. She walked up to the counter, and plopped herself down on the red cushioned seat.
"*Gasp*.whew!! I haven't exercised since the last ice age! I'm dying!" she complained to her friend whom stood behind the counter.
"Haha.nice to see you too Serena" replied the usual cheery Andrew "your usual?" he asked.
"Yes please!" she replied as her mood was suddenly lifted at the thought of food.
Andrew busied himself behind the counter, making Serena's chocolate milkshake with a strawberry on the side, as Serena sat there, fanning herself with her hand, trying to cool herself off.
"Here you go!" said Andrew as he handed her the milkshake.
"Ugh.thanks.you're a lifesaver." she replied as she took a long drink from her shake, savouring the taste, like she would never have another for the rest of her life.
"Where've you been, I've been waiting for two whole minutes." said a voice in her ear. She became stiff at the sound of that voice. It was like none other; low, raspy, full of malice and it sent shivers down her spine. Not out of joy, but out of fear.
"I-I'm s-sorry." she replied. Her voice was so quiet it was hardly audible. She hung her head down in shame.
"You will be punished for this, you know that right?" came the voice again, as fingers trailed up her spine, and back down, as the twisted their way and settled on her flat stomach.
She shuddered noticeably, as she gulped back tears, and nodded.
"I-I'm sorry, Sir." She apologized "It won't happen again." She closed her eyes and wished this man would leave her alone.
*Oh God, please, I beg you, help me.make sure he doesn't punish me.haven't I suffered enough? *
But she was helpless. There was nobody that could help her. Damion has been her boyfriend for the past 2 years. If she was given the choice, she would have left months ago, but she didn't have a choice. Wasn't there anybody that could help her?
"Come on angel, we should be getting home. I need to decide on how I should be punishing you tonight, don't you agree? It might take a while.I don't like to wait on people, I have very little patience my dear." he whispered viciously into her ear, knowing very well the answer to his question.
"Yes Sir." she replied quietly, hoping she wouldn't draw attention from the rest of the people at the arcade.
She slid off her seat, paid for her barely touched milkshake, which by now has melted, and gave Andrew a warm smile. He had seen everything that just happened.from the words he whispered into her ear, to the expressions of disgust and helplessness on her face. Her smile pleaded to him not to mention anything, nor to ask any questions. He got the message, and did as she requested. But he was worried. Worried for her. She is like a little sister to him, and it was killing him to see her suffer like this, and at the total mercy of a ruthless and cold-hearted man. But he feared Damion. Everybody did. Nobody has ever dared to go against him.. except for Darien.
Serena and Damion made their way to the doors to exit the arcade, when Darien walked in. He noticed how frightened Serena looked, and how uncomfortable she was. He then looked at Damion. He had a twisted smile plastered onto his face, as he looked down unto his 'girlfriend'.
"Hi Serena." said Darien.
"Huh? O-Oh, hi Darien" she replied, without even looking up to greet him. She continued to stare at the floor. She didn't even take the time to register that her had called her 'Serena', and not 'Meatball Head' or any other nickname.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have somewhere to be? Like maybe somewhere OUT of my way?" demanded Damion, his voice harsh and cold, as his eyes squinted into slits and glared daggers at Darien.
"I believe I was talking to SERENA, I don't recall your name being in the conversation." Replied Darien, his voice just as harsh as Damion's.
"Serena doesn't want to talk to you! In case you haven't noticed, we're leaving so we can go have some ALONE time." sneered Damion, as he exaggerated 'alone', knowing that this ticked Darien off.
"I think she's big enough to answer her own questions. She doesn't belong to you." He stated, he fury rising, as well as his voice.
"Tisk tisk. That's where you're wrong. She DOES belong to me. She mine, and I do as I please with her." he bit back, as he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against him.
He didn't notice the tiny squeak of pain that she uttered, but Darien did. He glanced down to where his hand was, and saw that he was literally squeezing her skin. This made him mad. Hurting a woman is wrong, but Serena, that makes it even worse.
"Don't you see that you're hurting her?? Let her go!" he commanded, his fists balled up, his anger reaching its peak.
"If it hurt her, she would let me know. As you said before, she's a big girl now and can speak for herself." His words dripped off his tongue viciously, as he led her out of the arcade and down the street.
Darien stood there at the entrance of the arcade, watching the devil himself, leading his little bunny down the street, not knowing what the hell he might do to her. And he was completely helpless. There was nothing he could do to help her, but stand there, and pray that he didn't hurt her.
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Well, there it is!! The first chappie!! Hope you liked it! Please review!!! I'll love you forever if you do and that encourages me to keep writing!! SO DON'T FORGET!!! I hope to add another chapter sometime next week.so keep looking back!! I promise to update weekly!!!! Flames are welcome.just don't be too cruel!! Peace!
~*Moon_Princess*~