***Warning: Do not store in heated area. Contests may explode under pressure. I don't own anything remotely related to the rights of Sailor Moon, except for in my dreams.


Serena Tsukino looked down at her plate full of spaghetti. She wrapped a rather large portion around on her fork before shoving the whole thing into her mouth. I guess you could say that grace wasn't really one of her qualities.

"Sere, please, you're making a mess," Rei commented.

Serena looked up at her black haired friend. "You try skipping breakfast and lunch because you're late for a staff meeting and then you get stuck on some stupid assignment that has you wrapped up until 4 in the afternoon," she said in one breath before taking another monstrous bite.

Ami looked up from her book as Rei snorted at Serena's response. "Serena, you should really plan on getting up on time in the morning. You'd be a lot healthier."

"Thank you Ami, but I always plan to be up on time. It just never seems to work out that way. Rei, Ami, and Lita sighed.

Serena finished her spaghetti in record time and leaned back in her chair. Her and her best friends, save Mina, were sitting outside their favorite cafe. They met three days out of the week and once on the weekends to update everyone on their lives. Serena gazed up at the light blue sky. She was brought back to earth by the welcoming of her friend Mina.

"What, you thought I was gonna miss this?" Mina asked Lita as she took an empty seat beside Serena. "I just got a little sidetracked, that's all."

"And what is his name this time?" Serena asked her blue-eyed friend.

Mina sighed. "His name is Malachite," she said dreamily. "He has the voice of an angel and the body of a God!"

"Sounds like someone else I know," Rei replied.

"Who?" Serena asked.

"Darian Shields."

Serena snorted in her laughter. "That womanizing jerk? You've got to be kidding!"

"You have to admit, Serena," Lita began..."he's gorgeous."

"Yeah, for a conceited pompous ass."

"Anyone I know?" came an all too familiar voice from behind her.

Serena groaned in protest as she looked up to see the devil himself, Darian Shields, standing next to her.

"Would you like to join us?" Rei asked, Serena giving her a death look.

"Actually, I think I would," he casually replied, taking the seat between Mina and Rei.

Serena watched him glide in, wearing his black Armani suit. Serena had to admit that he was sexy as hell, but that still didn't give him the right to screw every girl in town.

Darian looked up, seeing the distgusted look on Serena's face. "What's the matter Meatball Head? Food poisoning?"

Serena directed her menacing look over to Rei as she laughed at oh-not-so-funny his joke. "How many times do I have to tell you to never call me that. I stopped wearing that hairstyle when I was 16!"

"I'm sorry Meatball Head, but it fits you so well."

At this, Lita, Rei, Mina, and even Ami had to at least crack a smile.

"Traitors," Serena muttered under her breath.

"What was that?" Darian asked.

"I said that I am late for my date, so I need to be going," she said as she stood up from her seat, grabbing her business jacket from the back of the chair.

"But, Serena, you don't-"

Serena cut Mina off with an icy glare before saying bye to her friends, completely ignoring the gorgeous man in the black suit.


As Serena walked into her apartment, slamming the door behind her, she kicked off her shoes. She didn't have a date tonight, or any night for that matter. For some reason, she never got asked out. It must be the death glares she gives the guys that try to approach her.

She walked into her bedroom and stood in front of her full length mirror, her work clothes now in a heap on the floor. She wore her golden blond hair that normally reached half way down her back in a tight bun. Her breasts were a full C, maybe a small D. Her hips were wide enough to give her an hourglass figure, and her belly was still, thankfully, flat. Her long legs were slim and shaved smooth.

Sighing, she put on her night clothes. She wore a pair of pink pajama pants and a white sports bra. She went into her living room, falling back on her favorite soft and comfy couch, she took her hair down and ran her fingers through it.

Serena picked up the remote control and turned on the tv. "Great," she muttered. "900 channels and nothing to watch." She glanced over at the clock. It was only 5:30. She decided to go rent a few movies. Tossing a white tank top on, she grabbed her keys and left.

The movie rental place was only two blocks from her house, so she just walked. She needed the fresh air.

Serena browsed the new releases, hoping for something to catch her eye. She had almost perused the entire section when she felt someone brush up against her. She felt her hair being moved away from her neck.

"Where's that hot date?" she heard a deep male voice whisper in her ear, making every hair on her body stand on end. She turned to see Darian standing right behind her.

"Ugh," was all she could say. "Why are you here? To torment me?"

Darian laughed at her, a low silky laugh. "Why do you allow yourself to be tormented?"

"Leave me alone," she said icily as she turned back around.

"Well," he said, leaning down and whispering in her ear again. "If you need a hot date, you could always just ask." With that, he kissed her lightly on her neck.

Serena turned a new shade of red, unable to move. How could he have this affect on her? 'Because he's gorgeous,' the voice inside her had to inform her. "Pfft."

She trapsed over to the romance section, picking out 2 really mushy movies. She slammed them on the counter, scaring the life out of the teenage boy that worked there. Paying for the movies, she left the video store as quickly as she could.

As Serena walked home, she cussed herself for being so responsive to that damnedable man. There wasn't anything special about him. Ok, except for his dark eyes, and black hair, and lips that you just wanted to kiss, and a body that-Enough! She growled at the voice inside her head.


Serena curled up on the couch, her favorite quilt wrapped around her and lounged with a table full of snacks and watched her movies in peace.