Mission Mistletoe
Prologue: The Genius of Andrew is Born
author: nat-chan
e-mail: [email protected]
genre: first season romance awwwww
rated: mistletoe G
disclaimer: naoko would never attempt as many fics as *I* currently
have on the go, so you know it's me!! crazy nat-chan o_O heh heh
an's: too many fics on the go, can't talk, must type
*clack clack clack click* (the sound of obsession)
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It was cold.
Serena shivered and shuddered in it as she huddled
her ears lower into her scarf. The snow had stopped but the gusts
of wind dropped the temperature well below zero and sent a dreadful
burning sensation--that couldn't be further from heat if it tried--tingling
through her legs.
But she kept on, head bowed against the frigid air, determined
to make it to the arcade and have a hot cocoa.
And she did, triumphantly bursting through the doors, "BRRRRRRR, it is
*so* cold outside!!!"
Then the voice of her arch nemesis rang out and her spirits fell,
"Meatballhead! I can't believe you braved this weather! I'm
impressed!"
And truly he was--along with being pleased as punch at the welcome
distraction from the rest of his life.
She stuck out her tongue at him and he laughed, but she did take
a seat at the counter right next to him!
"Hot cocoa please Andrew!" She sang out happily, then shot a glare to
her enemy.
"What are YOU doing here baka?"
"Glad to see me?" He teased.
"As if!" She cried, but he didn't miss her blush.
A sideways glance to the enemy as her hot cocoa arrived revealed that he too
was partaking of the same beverage. Her eyes widened in shock.
"Wait....that's not coffee?"
She picked it up and smelled it questionably...then sipped. Darien watched on
in curious amusement.
"hmmmm...sniff...slurp.....this is hot cocoa!!!!!??????? You're NOT drinking coffee?
Are you well????"
She stared incredulously at him. He struggled not to laugh, "Yes, I'm deathly ill, so
the logical drink of choice is hot cocoa?"
"Arrggghhhh baka!!! Can't you ever be serious?"
Now he did laugh, "Serious? I'll have to look that up...."
Andrew suddenly had a small coughing fit from behind the counter.
Darien NOT serious? Didn't Serena realize that Darien was only ever NOT serious
around her?! A look to said girls' enraged face revealed 'no'. And heavily into
the affirmative too.
"Why aren't you drinking coffee? You ALWAYS drink coffee...it's like a rule!"
He paused thoughtfully, apparently this sudden change in his routine was very
upsetting for her....what a perfect opportunity to tease her!!
"Well by that rule--maybe *you* should have a coffee..." He watched with a grin as
her adorable face wrinkled up in disgust, "And really Meatballhead, since when
have you been keeping track of what I drink? Hmmmm?"
The blush that stained her pale young face was worth the effort.
"WHAT????!!!!!! AS IF!!!!! I DO *NOT* CARE WHAT YOU DRINK DARIEN CHIBA!!!!"
His ears no longer hurt from these assaults...perhaps he had sustained permanant and
irreversible damage....a small price to pay for such joy really.
He smiled that devilish smile, "I'm just drinking hot cocoa because Andrew ran
out of coffee."
She seemed to calm down upon hearing his explanation, "Oh...well, how does it feel
to finally drink something NOT utterly disgusting in every way?"
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Well, I do like chocolate...but it's all sugary
sweetness and no bitterness." He made a face and she almost laughed.
~Just like you.~ He thought wryly but did not say it aloud. Upsetting the delicate
balance of their relationship seemed to him, a risk of catastrophic proportions at
best. Besides...he was getting to her, bit by bit.
He listened to her now as she chatted amiably with Andrew in her babbling, ceaseless
way and smothered a smile.
"Will you be at the Arcade Christmas party?" Andrew asked smiling, he knew the answer
he just wanted to watch Darien's reaction--always hoping to catch his friend offguard
and surprise the truth out of him about Serena once and for all.
"For sure!!!!" She chimed enthusiastically, "All the girls are going! We get to
dress up and have our hair done!!!!"'
A sudden vision of Serena in a pretty ball gown with her hair done up and shining with
flowers made Darien choke on his cocoa and blush violently.
They both turned towards him, "Are you alright their buddy?" Andrew asked with a smirk.
"Swallowed the wrong way..." Darien managed to choke out.
Serena patted her enemy's back, "Whoa, don't suffocate on me baka!"
Andrew watched Darien highly amused,
~Victory.~ He thought.
But it wasn't until Darien got up to leave the arcade that Andrew really hatched
his diabolical scheme.
He sighed regretfully as he finished his cocoa, "Well, as enjoyable as this
has all been, I really have to go." He rose and leaned towards Serena,
"Try not to miss me too much Meatballhead!"
"ohhhhhhhhh."
That said, he jaunted towards the door as carefree as a--
"DARIEN!!!!" Serena's voice cut his thoughts--and the authors'--off abruptly.
Andrew and Darien both turned to stare at her.
"*WHAT* do you think you are doing?!??!!" Serena scolded looking furious
and simulataneously scandalized.
Darien stared rather dumbly at her from the doorway, "I was just going to--"
He never finished as she rushed over to him, "Your coat isn't done up and your
scarf isn't tied!!!"
And indeed, said items lay carelessly this way and that as Darien stood just
steps away from the freezing cold.
Serena reached up on tip toe and began bundling the scarf tightly around him
to his eyes as his muffled protests were lost in the wool.
"You baka, you'll freeze! It's minus 20 out! Are you crazy?! Didn't your
mother ever teach you to bundle up in the cold????" She scolded ceaselessly
tightening the scarf and making him choke before doing up the buttons to
his coat. She noticed the mittens sticking out of his pockets, pulled them
out and forced them over his hands.
"There." she finished with satisfaction, "You MIGHT not die of hypothermia now."
She reached up to pull a bit of the scarf away from his eyes--thank the gods his blush
was hidden--and it was at that moment that Andrew's mind made a sharp click.
Serena. Darien. Doorway. Hint of romance.
What a fantastic place to hang mistletoe.....
And so came to be the premise for Andrew's dasterdly plan to somehow put his two
favorite customers under mistletoe at the Christmas party....
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Prologue: The Genius of Andrew is Born
author: nat-chan
e-mail: [email protected]
genre: first season romance awwwww
rated: mistletoe G
disclaimer: naoko would never attempt as many fics as *I* currently
have on the go, so you know it's me!! crazy nat-chan o_O heh heh
an's: too many fics on the go, can't talk, must type
*clack clack clack click* (the sound of obsession)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was cold.
Serena shivered and shuddered in it as she huddled
her ears lower into her scarf. The snow had stopped but the gusts
of wind dropped the temperature well below zero and sent a dreadful
burning sensation--that couldn't be further from heat if it tried--tingling
through her legs.
But she kept on, head bowed against the frigid air, determined
to make it to the arcade and have a hot cocoa.
And she did, triumphantly bursting through the doors, "BRRRRRRR, it is
*so* cold outside!!!"
Then the voice of her arch nemesis rang out and her spirits fell,
"Meatballhead! I can't believe you braved this weather! I'm
impressed!"
And truly he was--along with being pleased as punch at the welcome
distraction from the rest of his life.
She stuck out her tongue at him and he laughed, but she did take
a seat at the counter right next to him!
"Hot cocoa please Andrew!" She sang out happily, then shot a glare to
her enemy.
"What are YOU doing here baka?"
"Glad to see me?" He teased.
"As if!" She cried, but he didn't miss her blush.
A sideways glance to the enemy as her hot cocoa arrived revealed that he too
was partaking of the same beverage. Her eyes widened in shock.
"Wait....that's not coffee?"
She picked it up and smelled it questionably...then sipped. Darien watched on
in curious amusement.
"hmmmm...sniff...slurp.....this is hot cocoa!!!!!??????? You're NOT drinking coffee?
Are you well????"
She stared incredulously at him. He struggled not to laugh, "Yes, I'm deathly ill, so
the logical drink of choice is hot cocoa?"
"Arrggghhhh baka!!! Can't you ever be serious?"
Now he did laugh, "Serious? I'll have to look that up...."
Andrew suddenly had a small coughing fit from behind the counter.
Darien NOT serious? Didn't Serena realize that Darien was only ever NOT serious
around her?! A look to said girls' enraged face revealed 'no'. And heavily into
the affirmative too.
"Why aren't you drinking coffee? You ALWAYS drink coffee...it's like a rule!"
He paused thoughtfully, apparently this sudden change in his routine was very
upsetting for her....what a perfect opportunity to tease her!!
"Well by that rule--maybe *you* should have a coffee..." He watched with a grin as
her adorable face wrinkled up in disgust, "And really Meatballhead, since when
have you been keeping track of what I drink? Hmmmm?"
The blush that stained her pale young face was worth the effort.
"WHAT????!!!!!! AS IF!!!!! I DO *NOT* CARE WHAT YOU DRINK DARIEN CHIBA!!!!"
His ears no longer hurt from these assaults...perhaps he had sustained permanant and
irreversible damage....a small price to pay for such joy really.
He smiled that devilish smile, "I'm just drinking hot cocoa because Andrew ran
out of coffee."
She seemed to calm down upon hearing his explanation, "Oh...well, how does it feel
to finally drink something NOT utterly disgusting in every way?"
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Well, I do like chocolate...but it's all sugary
sweetness and no bitterness." He made a face and she almost laughed.
~Just like you.~ He thought wryly but did not say it aloud. Upsetting the delicate
balance of their relationship seemed to him, a risk of catastrophic proportions at
best. Besides...he was getting to her, bit by bit.
He listened to her now as she chatted amiably with Andrew in her babbling, ceaseless
way and smothered a smile.
"Will you be at the Arcade Christmas party?" Andrew asked smiling, he knew the answer
he just wanted to watch Darien's reaction--always hoping to catch his friend offguard
and surprise the truth out of him about Serena once and for all.
"For sure!!!!" She chimed enthusiastically, "All the girls are going! We get to
dress up and have our hair done!!!!"'
A sudden vision of Serena in a pretty ball gown with her hair done up and shining with
flowers made Darien choke on his cocoa and blush violently.
They both turned towards him, "Are you alright their buddy?" Andrew asked with a smirk.
"Swallowed the wrong way..." Darien managed to choke out.
Serena patted her enemy's back, "Whoa, don't suffocate on me baka!"
Andrew watched Darien highly amused,
~Victory.~ He thought.
But it wasn't until Darien got up to leave the arcade that Andrew really hatched
his diabolical scheme.
He sighed regretfully as he finished his cocoa, "Well, as enjoyable as this
has all been, I really have to go." He rose and leaned towards Serena,
"Try not to miss me too much Meatballhead!"
"ohhhhhhhhh."
That said, he jaunted towards the door as carefree as a--
"DARIEN!!!!" Serena's voice cut his thoughts--and the authors'--off abruptly.
Andrew and Darien both turned to stare at her.
"*WHAT* do you think you are doing?!??!!" Serena scolded looking furious
and simulataneously scandalized.
Darien stared rather dumbly at her from the doorway, "I was just going to--"
He never finished as she rushed over to him, "Your coat isn't done up and your
scarf isn't tied!!!"
And indeed, said items lay carelessly this way and that as Darien stood just
steps away from the freezing cold.
Serena reached up on tip toe and began bundling the scarf tightly around him
to his eyes as his muffled protests were lost in the wool.
"You baka, you'll freeze! It's minus 20 out! Are you crazy?! Didn't your
mother ever teach you to bundle up in the cold????" She scolded ceaselessly
tightening the scarf and making him choke before doing up the buttons to
his coat. She noticed the mittens sticking out of his pockets, pulled them
out and forced them over his hands.
"There." she finished with satisfaction, "You MIGHT not die of hypothermia now."
She reached up to pull a bit of the scarf away from his eyes--thank the gods his blush
was hidden--and it was at that moment that Andrew's mind made a sharp click.
Serena. Darien. Doorway. Hint of romance.
What a fantastic place to hang mistletoe.....
And so came to be the premise for Andrew's dasterdly plan to somehow put his two
favorite customers under mistletoe at the Christmas party....
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