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Muse: I. Hate. You.
::dies from hazardous low-confidence block::
Not just any headache—no, that would be way too good for me: Serena Tsukino, the Champion of Justice (insert butt-kicking pose here)! This very painful headache (FULL OF GREAT PAIN, mind you) has ruined my entire morning, meaning no breakfast or lunch, due to the fact that I ran too fast by my mother holding it out for me. Sob.
I am ignoring Luna's comment that I never have a full morning because of my willful determination to sleep in as late as possible. Come on! School does not teach us kids everything about life! If anything, they minimize our will for life—look at us! What other point is there to stick us all in a jail-like building for eight to nine hours (if you're like me and fight the system...and end up getting detention), grind our individuality down with equations and dates of old corpses and gas lights and GRAMMAR (that is what will kill Satan in the end—God will wield a million page workbook on Grammar and Satan will shrivel up screaming for his mother), then shove us in the stuffy, minimal-as-possible-space hallways of DOOM where we all must obey the laws of traffic—but never gravity, even Ami will nod her head at this sad fact—and trudge onward to the next hell, than to make us weak-willed tools for the government?
Deep breath. Whew, thoughts flying by too fast again.
Back to subject- headache. It hurts; my sinuses give a giant pulse all together every twenty-eight seconds, and IT IS PAIN. Hence why I am not in a very happy mood; really, can you blame me?
So when I ran smack dab into Darien on my painful rush to school, my whapping him upside the head with my briefcase after he called me that DISGUSTING name was entirely justified—right? Oh well, he's three blocks behind me now...
THE GATE! Oh that looming gate of HELL. But I have to make it, I can't get detention today or Mom will KILL me—again! First Mom will kill me, and then Dad will come home from work, dig me up, and kill me again! Then Luna will scratch my abused, mangled corpse to bits...worthless, ungrateful cat...
Almost there! ALMOST THERE! Dear God: I think I might just make i-RING!
...It was a nice life...
After an extraneous, thoroughly unenlightening talk with my first period teacher, Hell Woman, I meekly nod my head and take my seat with my cheeks burning. This is from my throbbing sinuses, lack of energy, the wind in my face, my anger at being two milliseconds late, and now: my total embarrassment at Ms. Haruna's lecture (more of a one-sided shouting match) to me in front of the entire first period class. There are snickers all around the room—oh sugar, my blush is probably all the way down to my neck, it does that at times and I know that I am about as red as a tomato—and even Lita can't (won't) stop the corners of her mouth from twitching upwards.
I don't try to be late, really, I don't. It just happens. IT'S NORMAL.
Even when I bury my head in my books and build a wall with them, and Hell Woman has turned her back to the board with letters and variables I don't see the point of, the smoldering of my cheeks doesn't fade.
My headache pulses. Maybe I should name it? And how can anyone think with a headache? I wonder if when someone gets a headache, it blocks a part of your brain from thinking normally. Which side of the brain is my headache messing up? Which side is important? I heard somewhere, probably Ami, that one part of your brain is creative and the other part is...oh what's the word...oh yeah, "studious." My "dominant" side is so not that part, but I can't draw things worth dirt either. I wonder what side I am, or maybe my headache is right dab smack in between them...
"MISS TSIKUNO!"
Wince.
I turned and stared at Naru in the eye, evilly.
Naru pouted. "What's wrong?"
"I'll be dead."
She waved her hands at my depressing response. "Oh don't worry about, Usagi! You're mom...she'll burn out after the first ten..." Her face fell and she scrunched her nose. "...Well, thirty minutes."
"Thanks for your support." I bit sarcastically. Really, where was the fairness of life when you needed it? Oh well, at least Naru had been there to walk me home; if she hadn't had a detention for slapping Fujiko upside the head with a textbook—even though he was clearly the one performing sexual harassment!—I don't know what I would have done, rotting alone in that classroom with the three eyed nun. Seriously, the woman has one huge, ugly, hairy MOLE the size equal to the distance of Tokyo and Kyoto! Yuck! And the mole, seriously, I think it's alive, the way her saggy, old, wrinkled skin folds over other wrinkles and moles. It's an evil mole, maybe possessed by the Negaverse? Wouldn't be beneath them, you know, taking over moles. Maybe they (the moles everywhere) would all 'turn on' or something and attack the world before I got home. Mom wouldn't, couldn't, possibly ground me with the world being ending by giant, possessed moles, right?
Right?
Even if I received that forty-five percent on my grammar quiz I had "studied" for last night?
Ugh, who am I kidding, life is too unfair. There will never be a mole invasion when it suits me, never.
It was then, in my warped mind of hairy moles and evil youmas, that fate then decided that should be I collided with my most FAVORITE person in the world. No, really, I LOVE THIS PERSON TO BITS.
Not.
So I fell to the hard, stone concrete and my hands fell first so that hurt like MOTHER and I felt my ankle twist in a way it shouldn't twist when it falls and that little knob there on your foot?—yeah that one on the outside—OW!
But while I was moaning in my intense state of agony—and my headache STILL refused to fade no matter how many times I drugged myself up with Advil—the workers of fickle fate decided I hadn't suffered enough today. OF COURSE NOT, WHEN SHOULDN'T IT BE ENOUGH?
Because that favorite person I bumped, smashed actually, was Darien. And when I say this wretched, vile man's name, I can just see the fire and lightening effects with horses screaming and black and white flashes going on. It's that terrible. The man in person is even worse, shame; he could have passed in my book if he just said nothing and looked hot. Because he is, you know. Hot, I mean. He has the greatest hair, the coolest eyes, and nice full lips.
Shame he decides to use those lips for evil.
I swear, if Naru hadn't been a witness to the situation, I would have morphed into Moon and flung my tiara and laughed sadistically as his body was torn to pieces, but record it so I could later view it later again and again and again in delicious slow motion.
"Meatball head," the vile creature began, that cocky, self-righteous smirk I detest is all over his face, the one that I see so often. Really, did I kill somebody in my past life? I must have at least been responsible for two-hundred deaths, because I can't see any other explanation for God punishing me like this!
The prick continued: "Why can't you watch where you're going, Odango Atama, and allow the innocent citizens of Tokyo save face and sleep without nightmares of you running them over for once?"
Gawd, I hate this man! Hate hate hate hate hate hate with that look he always has just for me that pisses me off to no end! After all, he—he—
Wait, what was I rambling about again? I...hate...him? No, no I don't...I couldn't...in fact, I think he's all right...just, just a little...Oh, are our faces getting closer...? Something's off about all of this but I don't remember why; what are those, I feel like something is bubbling up, trying to get out...is this a...feeling...what was he saying? I can't hear anything anymore, just his face...just the most handsome face that I've ever seen...yes, we are getter closer...!
Suddenly it's all gone, and, what the hell—? There was a great tug, almost as if someone (THAT JERK PROBABLY) were yanking on one of my buns. I let out a yelp of pain and fall backwards.
"...so I think you should be more careful, Odango Atama." He said, those eyes flashing. He's bent over, and he currently has his hand extended as if to help me up.
Yeah, right. Probably has one of those electric buzzers like in those sit-coms.
"WHAT THE HECK, YOU JERK!" I scream, batting his hand away and get up myself (just because I can't see the buzzer doesn't mean he doesn't have one, right?). "I WOULDN'T ACCEPT HELP FROM YOU IF YOU WERE THE LAST MAN ON EARTH!" Oh gawd, he's smirking that smirk I detest so much because I let him get to me!
"Really?" He says, cocking an eyebrow. "Well, when I am the last man on Earth, and you are all that's left...well, quite frankly I'd shoot myself because I certainly wouldn't want to have to reproduce the planet with you, you know."
In-suff-er-a-ble DEMON. I shout something similar to a carnivorous animal's growl and Naru is just ogling at us both in shock, well, actually she's ogling at me because of that noise I just made...and...so...is...everyone on the street...oh shnickes...
A blush covers my face, basically because now I just processed his last sentence and I have noticed the blinking audience consisting of everyone on a three block radius. Oh shnickes...
He's laughing at me now, I know it. You see the thing about Darien is that he doesn't need to make a noise to prove his laughter. His eyes twinkle.
It makes me want to rip those eyes out with my bare hands.
"Um, Usagi-chan?" Naru asks softly.
"WHAT." I didn't mean to snarl, but she's currently interrupting a glaring match, and I refuse to lose. I've forgotten what our record is, no blinking for...two minutes? Then he usually interrupts the silence with some rude comment and we're off again before I realize I'm late...at...home...my eyes widen in horror as I've forgotten the meaning of this mission.
Naru starts to smile as she sees my facial expressions change rapidly from purple to red to stark white with panic.
"Odango, there's a trash can over there." Darien points somewhere behind me to illustrate his point; that smirk widening at my predicaments...oh the things that amuse this sick man...
I seethe inwardly, amazed at my own self-control for not foaming at the mouth. "Shut up," I tell him.
"Usa-chan, we have to go..." Naru is starting to grow embarrassed; I can see her ears turning pink from the crowd's attention. Oh bah, fine.
"Fare thee well, Odango Atama," he says softly, poetically even...must rip out vocal cords too.
HATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATE that man! "Tootles to you too Darien, you JERK." Naru is dragging me away, but I don't notice and continue to rant. "I HOPE YOU WALK OFF A CLIFF ONE DAY!"
"With you around," he calls happily, "I think I will just so I won't see you again. I would rather have the Catholic devil beat me with pitchforks until my skin curls than see you another day!"
How can he stay so damn cheerful? With that kind smile he's wearing now, the crowds don't register his remarks. Shooting him a withering glare, I submit to Naru's constant pulling on my uniform sleeve (she's gonna stretch it out!), and consent to walk home.
I look behind me and there the creep still stands, watching me go. I stick out my tongue at him; childish I know, but I want to have the last word—er, gesture—for once.
His eyes only twinkle again.
Ohhhh how I long to rip them OUT!
"...a piece of paper that doesn't necessarily have to determine my fate?"
"...I am calm, I am calm: I am on a tropical beach, there's gentle waves and the sun is warm and I am being served grapes...except there's a huge ugly seagull THAT KEEPS RUINING THE ENTIRE EXPERIENCE—USAGI TSIKUNO, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME AGAIN?"
The girl in question continued to stare at her shoes, which were suddenly a very fascinating sight. "It's not intentional, I promise you," she muttered.
"Oh, well that's good to hear!" Her mother bit, eyes flashing. "How long do you intend to keep this up? Serena..." her features softened slightly, "you can't stay here forever. You have to get into a good college and have a nice future..."
Usagi sighed. Yeah sure, future. Most likely however, despite her mother's optimistic expectations, Usagi didn't think she'd live past sixteen. No, Usagi figured she'd most definitely have been torched/drowned/blown up by a youma at some point before then.
But, all in a day's work, eh? 'I'll probably trip over my own boots and squash the crystal or throw my tiara at the princess by accident,' she grumbled in her mind, 'then Earth will be doomed and Beryl will set up her carnival of happy fun in which the mortals obey her every command or are burned at the stake.'
Such a wonderful world they lived in.
"Mom, it's not fair!" She said before she could stop herself.
Her mother frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Er—nothing, can I go to the mall?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Serena...WHAT WERE WE JUST DISCUSSING?"
Oh yeah... "Sorry, and sorry about that too." She balanced on one leg and marveled at the temper level her mother displayed that was the equivalent of a level twelve earthquake. "So can I go?"
Usagi seriously thought for two seconds—and her eyes widened as this thought processed—that her mother was going to hit her. The nerve vein above her eye twitched with an unhealthy convulsion that would most certainly lead to stress complications as the Mrs. grew older. Then, with a great sigh, her mother lowered the rolling pin she'd been using to bake cookies and closed her eyes.
"Yes, go." Her mother said, still marveling at the fact that even while death was staring her down, Serena could still let her eyes glaze over and bounce on one leg.
"YAY!" Serena exclaimed, and ran upstairs to grab her purse—the blue one with the bunny—and grabbed her spare set of keys in case her mom (or Sammy, that stupid brat) locked her out again in a repentance for letting her enjoy her day despite the revolting grade she'd received. Coming back downstairs, she saw her mother in the exact same position she'd left her, with the exception that she was holding the now-famous test grade in her hands. The long dark hair with the unusual color Usagi hadn't inherited pooled over the woman's shoulders as she raised her eyes as her daughter walked into the kitchen.
The face stared at her with an expression of absolute wonder. "Why?" She asked.
Usagi blinked back blankly...something Luna, as she stretched from her perch on the stool next to the stove, smirked upon as a reflection of her charge's personality.
'Has Mom gone mental?' She wondered. "Why what? The meaning of life? Cos I don't know." She waited; hand on the door knob to leave.
"Why am I letting you go again?" Her mother asked. "You won't study when you come back home; you'll just plop in front of the t.v. or talk on the phone."
"Uh, didn't you when you were a kid?"
Her mother chose not to answer that question. "On the other hand, if I don't let you go, then you will simply still not study and plop in front of the TV or talk on the phone."
Usagi smiled as she opened the door. "This way you are forcing me to partake in many activities Mom! I'm multi...mutly..."
"Multi-tasking."
Luna tried not to slap her furry face...must act like a normal cat...
"Yeah, that!" Beaming, she called cheerfully her goodbye as she walked out, grabbing her cell phone to tell Naru she had successfully convinced her mother to let her go to the mall, so be quick and meet me in five!
Back in the house, Mrs. Tsikuno stared at the front door her...offspring...had just departed from. "Sometimes her father wonders if we accidentally took the wrong baby home," she muttered, staring at the cat with the odd bald spot they had spontaneously adopted.
'Don't worry,' Luna thought as the woman shook her head and went back to rolling dough; the black feline thought of back when she had "found" the destined moon champion, 'It's times like these I ponder the exact same thing.'
It was possible for her senses have been wrong, right?
The attack itself had been weird and had not followed the usual pattern. Zoycite, instead of harnessing the crystal carrier's power and letting them do the work, she had split in half: duplicates. Now they weren't sure who was the real carrier and who wasn't—and Jupiter's patience was running thin. Several times she'd grunted that they should just blow both of them up.
Mercury knew it was getting bad when she herself began to agree with the violent scout.
The blue-haired senshi was currently trying to run a scan on the creatures—without being killed in the process. Not as easy as Haruna's math exam. Mercury wondered what her percentage result had been on that anyway...
"MERCURY HEADS UP!"
She dove out of the way just in time—she felt the heat of its claws making a swipe as it went by her face—and her mini-computer disappeared in her loss of concentration.
"Oh I'm just peachy," the blond leader growled suddenly.
Was it just Mercury, or had Moon shaken her head...had she imagined that look on her face?
The girl in question sent a withering look at the twin monsters. "I WAS SHOPPING YOU KNOW!"
Jupiter bit back a laugh.
Mars rolled her eyes so far they almost retreated back into her head. Here it comes...
"HOW DARE YOU RUIN AN INNOCENT GIRL'S HAPPY TIME? I STAND FOR LOVE, PEACE, AND SALES, AND IN THE NAME OF THE MOON—YOU'RE PUNISHED BUSTER!" Sailor Moon was smiling to herself proudly and everyone—through their sweat drops—saw the little thought bubble going through her head: 'Oh my god, I love this part!'
The demons laughed and made an attempt to charge right at the dim-brained scout. Said girl's bravado evaporated immediately and shrieked and flailed around like a headless chicken.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Jupiter roared. Her hands cackled with energy. "JUPITER THUNDER CRASH!" The green light buzzed and dove for the enemy, hitting them in the side and shoving them into a nearby tree...across the street.
Mercury sighed. Mortals weren't supposed to realize there was an intergalactic battle going on...this would be hard to explain...
"Show off," Mars muttered, but there was a smile on her face.
Jupiter flexed her muscles smugly.
For a moment, there was no movement from the odd creatures. Nah...can't be dead, that was too easy...Yes, there was movement, and the left figure (that had hit the tree second) twitched unnaturally. Then it faded away.
"That was the duplicate!" Mars said, her eyes narrowing. They were all panting from dashing too and fro and casting their powers...the energy it took to keep the duplicate had obviously worn off so...
"HIIIAAAAA!" The three remaining scouts turned in alarm at the ear-splitting screech...they barely felt a large shape brush past them.
Sailor Moon barely dove out of the way in time as the youma bared its teeth and threw a large ball of energy. The blast erupted in the street.
She scrambled up, keeping her eyes on the opponent...but still checking her hair with her hands to make sure it was still all right...yes...good. 'I doubt anyone appreciates how long it takes to keep this style!' She growled to herself, angry now. "DO YOU FREAKS REALIZE HOW LATE IT IS? I MEAN COME ON; I HAVE HOMEWORK TO STILL DO!"
The beast didn't seem to hear or understand her, proving to Moon that homework was of little importance in the real world (PROOF!). But Ms. Haruna would obviously have a different opinion than the forces of evil, so now it was time to get serious. Rolling her eyes, she pulled out the magical scepter of kind healing...the wand...thingy.
"Now here's where you stand there dumbly and get totally distracted by the shiny sparkles! MOON HEALING ACTIVATION!"
There was a flash...but the monster was still there.
Huh?
...stupid thing probably needed new batteries. Moon shook it furiously, cursing Luna and her odd tools THAT ONLY WORK FOR CERTAIN PURPOSES AND NEVER WHEN SHE WANTED THEM TO!
The monster smiled at her, obviously noticing it wasn't gone yet either—and very happy about it.
"Um, hi?" Sailor Moon tried.
Then she noticed the fireball of energy crackling in its fingertips.
"Oh..." she said, eyes widening as it emitted. She closed her eyes as the scouts shouted somewhere around her. She felt the heat...
But it went by and suddenly the night air was in her face.
"I always like the intro-speech," a deep voice whispered in her ear.
Crap—she knew she should have worn makeup but noooo, Luna always has to set the rules...sure enough, when she looked up she saw the most gorgeous face she had ever seen in her entire life.
"Tuxedo Kamen!" He liked her speeches? About time someone did, it was hard to think of such witty things in death situations!
"Was it just me, or did your wand malfunction?"
She stared down at it, thinking, while her masked man continued to dodge—buying them all time. Actually, for some reason tonight she wasn't bothered by the fact that he could dodge and still she was so comfortable in his arms...
Focus. Focus. She stared hard at her wand. Luna had given it to her so they wouldn't have to harm the civilians who were under the possession of the youma, a form of their alternate dimensions. She remembered Mercury's computer read-out. Wait...
"Drop me off," she muttered. She waved at Mars, and pointed to Mercury. The raven understood and soon she and Jupiter were throwing energy diversions.
"Aye aye, captain," he said, plopping her right next to the computer scout.
"Mercury, how did you know that the one that faded out was the fake duplicate?"
She blinked in surprise at the suddenness of her leader popping out of nowhere. "It takes the monster energy to create a duplicate, and Zoycite is only so generous with her supply. When Jupiter attacked, it took energy to block the majority of Jupiter's attack, and deflect the blow of hitting the ground and tree." Sailor Mercury frowned as she saw Moon staring at the tree base, and then to the sky. Was she listening? "If it wanted to keep attacking at a sufficient rate to win, it had to delete the duplicate."
"But your read-out never actually said any that right?"
She frowned some more was it her or had Moon's posture gone rigid again, "No, I didn't have the chance—OH." Suddenly she understood why the wand hadn't worked. The civilian hadn't been released from the youma because the youma everyone was currently fighting was the duplicate.
"It's a puppet," the blond girl said quietly, had her voice changed? It sounded more confident somehow...her head was bent at an angle where the bangs covered her eyes. "And there's a puppeteer hiding somewhere. That's why I wasn't able to heal it..." Mercury followed her gaze at one spot in the forest, her mind already working out what they wanted to do.
Without warning, the spot they had been staring at exploded. The real youma appeared above the blast and leapt at Mercury. But Mercury was the cleverest scout of them all, and they monster blinked in confusion: it was suddenly surrounded by fog. It could sense its duplicate...but the copy's energy was fading...soon it would have to pull that back...
It lunged at random, it's eyes glowing with power as it swiped at Sailor Moon's chest...
And blinked in confusion. Turning its ugly head, the creature saw the scout was still standing...but she must have moved...and there had been no scream of a silly girl...
Up above a cloud covered the moon, and the murky light that had bathed them with its presence vanished.
Sailor Moon turned.
And then she smiled...through fangs?
The demon felt a chill of fear spread over her body as if a bucket of ice had been dropped over her head.
Suddenly there was a spiking pain all along her spine; the creature's eyes bulged as it gasped for air.
There was a collective gasp as the scouts stared at their leaded in shock...Sailor Moon had slammed the youma to the ground, her first around her throat.
"Sailor...Moon?" Mercury asked softly.
But the blond scout didn't seem to hear her. She tightened and flexed her hold on the withering body struggling to breathe.
The one emotional, pathetic face of the child was now psychotically sadistic; the youma squinted in confusion...and dread, when she saw what was being decided in those eyes. It choked again as it felt knives suddenly spiking into its neck. The demon clawed furiously...and then noticed the spray of green liquid.
It was bleeding.
Sailor Moon stared down as the creature gasped and choked, and then drove her knee into its stomach. A howl gurgled from its bleeding throat as it flowed down the slashed neck.
"Never," the scout growled, digging her knee deeper. "Ever," she ignored as the body convulsed and lurched upwards violently. "Infuriate me like this again."
The eyes of it were now hazy, the circulation would soon result in unconsciousness, but she was not going to let it go that far. Disregarding the bug eyes of her teammates, Sailor Moon slowly let go of the youma and stood up. The demon choked on its own tonsils and flesh as it stared in horror at the figure before, calculating its chance of escape. Twisting in the way no body should be able to contort, it screamed in pain as golden light enveloped it.
"I can't have you run away now can I?" The woman seemed to purr, her hand still in the follow-through position after throwing the tiara. She drew out the wand: "MOON HEALING ACTIVATION!"
The youma's scream was cut off as the healing aura took over, driving the evil out through the very pours of its own ugly, gouging skin. The young man who had been possessed replaced the animal-like cry and collapsed—exhausted from his energy being used for darkness.
Mercury rushed to the fallen man's side, gently shaking him awake.
"Huh?" The man blinked, obviously confused as to how he had wound up at the intersection of Dussel and Talmadge...when his last conscious thought had been that he needed to use the restroom...
"Sir?" Mars asked kindly. Jupiter offered a hand.
He took it and blinked. "Where am I? Who are you?" His gaze caught a figure a few feet away that was not joining the group. His eyes widened in recognition. "You!" He cried. "You're Sailor Moon!"
"Don't mind us...we're nobody..." Mars muttered under her breath.
Mercury patted her on the back, sweat dropping sadly.
The man continued to stare at her, transfixed at the hero of their city.
She met his gaze. After a moment she turned and began to walk away.
"Hey, where are you going?" Jupiter reached out to grab her arm.
Her friend and leader shook her off. "I'm not in the mood." She said curtly.
"What's that—"
"I mean it, Sailor Jupiter."
Her looked shocked the thunder scout. Moon continued to walk off. Her breath was ragged, pained as though she had run for ten miles.
'Almost to the corner,' she promised herself, clutching her side and wincing. She had to make it at least there before—
Just as she touched the edge, her vision dizzied as the cloud drifted farther and farther away from the moon...and when she looked up and saw it completely...
She...
Stepped...
Over and...
"EUAAAH!" Sailor Moon dove...straight into the wall. Rubbing her hair and seeing stars, her eyes darted back and forth. What the heck? "Where'd the fire go?" She asked aloud.
She stared at the street sign: "Talmadge and Monroe."
"What the hell?" She remembered running...and...oh crap, had she run away from the fight again? Hanging her head in shame at the recollection in the after events of that (Rei was just really scary like that) incident, she started to backtrack...then realized she didn't remember where the fight had been.
Uhoh...she focused...but it was like water slipping through her fingers...tree? Or had that been the one the night before...yawning, she realized she didn't care...and she had the wand in her hands so it must have been all right. 'It's not like they can't do it themselves,' she thought to herself. Yeah, why did it always have to be her that had to do the light show? 'I'm sure if the fight wasn't over Mars would have hauled my butt back there anyway,' she thought darkly.
Ooh...pop. The machine called to her like a round of operatic angels. She stared at the machine, deactivated her costume...stuff and dug in her pocket for the five leftover from earlier. 'Nothing like a good solid reward for all my hard work!' She thought happily as she punched the icon for her favorite flavor: grape. She grabbed the soda, picked up her bag and started to walk away.
"Forgot something, Blondie?"
Usagi's foot stopped in mid-step. "No way," she muttered, "It not possible..." Turning, she prayed no no no no no no no no...
"Do you stalk people or something?" She screamed as she faced Darien.
He smiled easily. "No, just you."
"WHY?" She cried. She really wanted to know why this creep like to get under her skin and not somebody who really deserved it...like Rei...oh that girl needs someone to beat her at something for once...
"Cos you're special."
Serena felt her eye twitch. See? Her eye doesn't normally twitch, but Darien brings it out.
And eye twitching isn't healthy.
She jumped when she realized he was less than a foot away from her. "Ahh! Go away!" She said, narrowing her eyes.
"Hey," he said, smiling, as he reached for her hand.
What?
He held it for a moment, and Serena stopped breathing as he stepped towards her again, bringing her hand close to his chest.
"You forgot something, Blondie," he said...Usagi wasn't really paying attention. His hands were warm and his eyes were so...so... She still felt the warmth in her fingertips as he pulled his hand away, and she opened to palm to see several bills and coins.
She stared at him questioningly. "What's this?"
He cocked his eyebrow at her, grinning. "Stupid Odango Atama: you forgot your change."
Okay, this guy really knew how to shatter a moment of hotness...whew girl...stop that eye twitch again. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" She screeched.
He only laughed in response, and Serena refused to let her cheeks pink this time.
"What are you doing this late out anyway?" She demanded, shoving the change into her purse and waving her fist at him as soon as her right hand was free.
"I should be asking you the same question," he said coolly. "Now quiet up, Blondie, or you'll wake the entire community."
"Get off my back!" She glared.
"Fine." He said, "Don't expect me to watch out for you and your oblivious ways the next time you're out late at night. Odango, you realize you're in the perfect position to be raped or killed?" He paused for a moment, then blinked. "And maybe not even in that order."
"You're going to rape me?" She cried. "Oh my God, I knew you there was a reason you're so creepy and—"
She was interrupted by his laughter again. "You crack me up, Blondie." His smile revealed perfect teeth...damn.
"Get lost!"
He actually had the gall to bow. "At once per to your request my lady," he said before turning to leave. Serena couldn't have been happier...creep...what a waste of a good night, she ran her left hand's fingers through her hair...
Then she noticed that was supposed to be the hand to hold her soda. It was gone.
And she knew EXACTLY where it went! That...jerk...using his masculine wills to steal her well-deserved reward...
1...2...Luna always said to count to ten when angry, claiming she did it with Usagi all the time...2...2..."THIS IS WAR!" Usagi screamed after his retreating figure.
He stopped and turned, and for a minute she thought this might have hurt the creep's feelings...for some bizarre reason. But then...he smiled. The jerk had the gall to open the pop can single handedly and take a swig—and STILL managed to keep grinning. He looked upwards towards the sky, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then his eyes met hers.
Again it was a damned shame this guy was pure evil.
"DID YOU HEAR ME YOU MORON?" She seethed. "I SAID THIS IS WAR AND I AM NOT HOLDING BACK ANY LONGER!"
If possible, Darien's grin became even wider. "Good," he said happily, "Because I make good war." He lifted the grape soda as if in toast to her and then walked off on his merry way.
A bloodthirsty scream pitched the night.
Luna rolled over off the couch and placed her paws over her ears. 'Stupid girl,' she muttered in her sleep, 'Small wonder the Negaverse wants her dead...'
