Of Faux and Friends

Chapter One: Part 1

A/N: I must be insane starting a brand new story. But what the hell I've been wanting to write this for a long time. Despite what you think after you read this, it is a Darien and Serena story, it will just take some time to get there. Bear with me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.

Rating: M (for violence, language, and sexual situations)



"Serena, guess what I just found out!" said Mina as she burst through the double glass doors that led to Serena's office.

"I'm kind of busy right now, Mina," said Serena as she continued to concentrate on her work. She hoped that her blonde friend would tire of being ignored and leave on her own.

"Oh come on," said Mina, "you can take a five minute break for your friend who has news that she's dying to tell you."

Serena sighed loudly before closing the book on her desk and looking to Mina. "Five minutes."

"Okay, well someone is back in town," said Mina in a sing song voice, before standing up and sitting on Serena's expensive, glass desk.

"Don't smudge that," said Serena, grabbing a picture and pulling it from under Mina's butt. "It's for the Vera Wang layout."

"Excuse me, Ms. Executive Serena," said Mina, mock hurt. "If you don't want to know who's back in town then I can leave."

"Grab a muffin on your way out, they're not non-fat and disgusting; your favorite flavor."

Mina huffed. "Oh no you don't, you are not getting rid of me that easily."

"You know your five minutes are ticking away right?"

"Fine, fine. Okay so I saw Raye last night, and she was super excited about something and she went on about planning a welcome back party."

"That's good for her," Serena said sincerely, "she needs some distraction after that fiasco with her and Chad."

"Exactly, so being the number one wedding planner in all of Tokyo, I volunteered to help. And guess what? She turned me down!"

Serena frowned. "Why would she do that?"

"Oh for good reason. I asked her why and she said that the person coming back is super special to her and she'd like to do it especially for him!"

"Him?" said Serena giddily, leaning back in her plush leather chair and twisting her pen. "Do continue."

"I thought that would interest you. So here I am thinking it's her new love interest or some celebutante that she met at the law firm," said Mina scoffing. "But you won't believe who it is!"

Serena smiled. "The suspense is killing me," she said dryly.

"It's Darien!" said Mina, falling into a fit giggles. Serena's face remained stoic. "Oh my god, don't tell me you don't remember Darien?"

"Of course I remember him," snapped Serena, pulling her chair toward her desk and looking at her computer screen.

"That's it, that's the only reaction I get from you? Serena, Dr. Darien Chiba, your mortal enemy is returning to Tokyo and Raye is planning some huge party for him and you don't care? I mean you're not the least bit worried that there might be something going on between the two of them?"

"And if it is, so what?" asked Serena, annoyed. She was having a damn fine day until Mina pranced in here with news. The last thing Serena wanted to talk about was Darien.

"Oh my god, do we want a repeat of high school? Her drooling all over him and Darien otherwise preoccupied?"

"Mina," said Serena, in a matter of fact tone, "first of all, I don't care that mighty Dr. Darien is coming back to Tokyo. Secondly, if Darien and Raye do have something going on, then congratulations to them, it's none of our business. And lastly, we've been out of high school for almost seven years. I think she's mature enough to handle rejection."

"Even after the disaster that led to her non-relationship with Chad?"

"Chad is a jerk. He cheated on her; they're broken up, end of story. Raye's strong, she'll handle it," said Serena before looking up sharply and eyeing the mischievous expression on Mina's face. "And you are strictly prohibited from playing matchmaker."

"Moi?" asked Mina, an innocent look on her face as she batted her big blue eyes.

"Yes, you, last time you tried to find Lita a boyfriend he ended being an ex-convict."

"Yea, but we know Darien."

"No, we knew Darien," said Serena abruptly. "It's been a long time since any of us have seen him. Don't do anything you'll regret. You know Raye isn't exactly the forgiving type."

Mina sighed before running her fingers through her shoulder length hair. "You're right," she said. "I should probably go now. I have a client who's a size twenty-six and is trying to wear a linen dress to her posh beach wedding. Her mother commissioned me to talk her out of it."

Serena smiled sympathetically. "So lunch?"

"Yea, see you tomorrow at noon."

"Good luck with your client," said Serena.

"You too. Bye."

Serena watched as Mina rushed out of her office and to the busy streets of downtown Tokyo. She had gotten good at lying over the past few years, mainly because of her job, but she was having a coronary over Mina's news. She couldn't believe that after all this time, Darien was coming back. She didn't want to hear his name, let alone see him. But knowing Raye, she'd force Serena to be everywhere Darien was, hoping that they could all be friends. All she had to do was find a way to avoid Darien at all costs, even if that meant not seeing her friends for a while.



Serena stared somberly at the many outfits that lined the walls of her walk in closet in the expensive penthouse apartment that she lived in. It was Saturday and her and the girls were going to lunch and shopping. It was something they did every Saturday, but that didn't mean that Serena didn't get excited about it. After college, they all kind of went their separate ways. Between juggling careers and men, they didn't see as much of each other as they liked, even though as of now, all of them were single.

Without notice, Serena reached for a pair of black Gucci pants, matching leather boots and a white, off the shoulder cashmere sweater before quickly throwing on her clothes and walking back into her vast bedroom to apply makeup. She absentmindedly applied a light gloss over her lips, smoky blue eye shadow and mascara before looking at herself in the mirror. She fluffed her back length wavy hair before grabbing her purse and heading out the door. She peaked at the clock on her way out and realized that it was a quarter after eleven. She had plenty of time.

Thanks to good traffic, well good for Tokyo at least, Serena found herself at Carousel, their favorite café, ten minutes early. Unsurprisingly her other friends were already there.

"Hi," said Serena, sitting down between Lita and Mina.

"Hey, so did you hear the news?" asked Lita, grinning mischievously at Raye.

If Serena had sunglasses on she would have rolled her eyes. She couldn't even sit down without them bringing him up. "Yea, I heard," she said, smiling jovially. "When is he coming back?"

"Tomorrow night," said Raye, beaming.

If Serena had been eating food, she might have choked. Gracefully. "That's…soon."

"I know, isn't it great? Okay so, I planned a little something for him at Oasis," began Raye, as Mina threw Serena a knowing look.

"Oasis, the night club Oasis?" asked Amy.

"Yea!" squealed Raye.

"How'd you book that?" asked Mina.

"Well one of my clients owns the place, so he was more then happy to let me rent a VIP room. I got him a good divorce settlement," said Raye, shrugging. "Anyway, it starts at seven and I expect all of you to be there."

Serena was just about to open her mouth to object when her phone began to ring. "Serena, answer that and I'll kill you," said Raye.

"It's my job," said Serena staring at the phone longingly. The girls hated it when she answered her phone on their days out. Even Amy, the doctor, managed to clear a free day, why couldn't she? "Magazines don't edit themselves."

"You're not the editor!" said Mina.

"Well I should be!" said Serena, silencing her phone and stuffing it into the bottom of her purse. "There goes my promotion, happy now?

"Yes, so like I said, I expect everyone to be there tomorrow night. Even you, Serena," said Raye.

"I don't see why," said Serena off handedly. "He's not going to miss me, and I won't miss him."

"Yes he will," said Raye. "Almost every time we talk, he asks about you."

"I'm sure he's just trying to be nice."

"No, he only asks about you, he doesn't care about the other girls," said Raye.

"This is making me want to go to the party less," said Amy.

"I heartily agree," said Serena. "I need a drink, where the hell is the waiter?"

"He's probably afraid to come over here," said Amy, looking pointedly at Lita.

"What?" asked their brunette friend.

Serena laughed. "Every time we get him, you stare at his ass the whole time! I'd be scared of you too," she said.

"I do not," said Lita, smiling sultrily. "It's not my fault that I appreciate his body." At her comment all of the girls laughed.

"We should have just gone to your restaurant, Lita," said Mina.

"I agree," said Serena approvingly.

"Thanks," said Lita proudly. "So will it just be us tomorrow night?"

"Yea, us and a few of Darien's old colleagues. Some of them I've never even met before," said Raye, digging into her black Prada bag and pulling out a wide sheet of paper. "Let's see, there's us, Molly, Melvin, Andrew, Greg and some people Darien went to Azabu with."

"Sounds like there will be a lot of people there," said Amy.

"Yea maybe about twenty."

"That's great," said Serena. "I already feel the migraine coming on. But look at it this way, at least Amy gets to see Greg!"

"Shut up," said Amy, picking up a bread roll and tossing it at Serena.

"Real mature, Ames!"

"You started it Serena," she said, playfully.

"Okay but seriously, where's the damned waiter?" cried Lita pounding her fist onto the table just as a cute, yet frightened looking young man made his way towards them.



It had been a muggy Sunday afternoon, the day of Darien's imminent return and Serena found herself pouting on the balcony of her apartment. Yesterday had been eventful enough as Raye forcefully coerced her into buying a cocktail dress to wear to tonight's soiree, matching heels and a handbag. It wasn't the money that she spent that was bugging her. It was the fact that she was buying something for someone she utterly detested and she was beginning to despise her friends over it. Sure, they didn't know why she hated Darien so much and maybe it was her fault for not telling the real reason of why she loathed him. Regardless of her reasoning, the last place Serena wanted to be was in the same city with Darien Chiba, let alone the same room. It had been seven years since they last spoke, but the lapse of time wasn't enough.

She looked at the time and realized that she only had thee hours until the party. The hours had dragged along dreadfully slowly, and even though she was absolutely dreading going to the party, she wished time would speed up. The only thing on her mind was getting the festivities over with so that she wouldn't have to worry about playing nice with Darien. Serena hoped that she would never have to see him again, even if they did end up living in close proximity to each other. Relinquishing to have the best attitude she possibly could, Serena began to head for her bedroom when her doorbell rang. Surprised, she walked to the door, opened it and was utterly shocked by what she saw.

From behind a bouquet of a dozen white roses stood an utterly handsome man, his dark hair glistening under the bright lights of the hallway, his smile blazing. "I come in peace," he said, handing her the flowers and resting his hands in his pockets.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, admiring the flowers despite herself.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior," he said smoothly. "Can I come in?"

Knowing that this was possibly a bad idea, she gestured for him to come inside. "Make yourself at home," she said, passing him and walking into the kitchen to place the flowers in a vase. "I would imagine that you'd be in Los Angeles by now."

"Change of plans," he said, sitting on the plush tan colored couch and leaning back to face her.

"What happened? Your multi million dollar business deal fall through?" she asked, trying to keep the sound of hopefulness from her voice. It would serve him right if it did.

He laughed at her tone. "No, but I figured it could wait," he said. "Put the flowers away and come here. If they die I'll buy you new ones. I am rich after all."

"A fact that you reminded me of daily," said Serena, throwing the roses into the sink before staring at her counterpart sullenly. "Why are you here?"

"I didn't want to leave things as they were," he said, getting up and walking toward her, his expensive Versace suit hugging him in all the right places.

"How noble of you," she said, staring at him coldly.

"I know," he said jokingly. "I still have to go to Los Angeles, just…not now. I want to spend time with you."

"You can't just prance back in here and expect things to be the way they were, life doesn't work like that," she said.

"I know, let me make it up to you," he said, digging into his pocket and pulling out a long black rectangular box. Serena rolled her eyes. If she could measure his love for her in jewelry, she would be a billionaire.

"I don't need anymore necklaces or bracelets," she said, huffing.

"I know that," he said, smiling broadly. "Open it."

She snatched the box from his hand and threw him one last nasty look before opening it. At least ten pairs of keys fell onto the hardwood floor beneath her with several annoyingly loud clangs.

"What's this?"

"Key's to every property I own," he said, reaching out and brushing her hair from her face. "You said I have too many secrets, that I don't take you seriously as an equal, well here you go. These keys are master keys, they open every door, and every closet to every house I have all around the world. I have nothing to hide from you Serena."

If this had come from anyone else, then Serena would have found it sincere, genuine and maybe a little sweet, but from Seiya Takagawa, the playboy billionaire that she had been dating for the past three years, she found it insulting and dishonest.

"Thanks, that's great," she said dryly, putting the box down on a nearby table. He smiled at her nonchalant attitude. He knew her better than she thought. Sure he could be calculating and insolent at times, but he did truly care for her.

"Take it as you like Serena, but the fact remains that I love you, and I know deep down inside you love me too."

"Seiya I really don't have time for this," she said abruptly. It was almost five, which left her a little over an hour to get dressed. With Seiya's visit and his rediscovered love for her, she found herself looking forward to tonight's events. At least it would be a distraction from him.

"Pressing engagement?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow.

"A friend of a friend is coming to town and there's a party for him tonight."

"Where?" he asked.

"At Oasis."

"Very swanky," said Seiya. "I'm surprised at you; you hate that kind of stuff. When I invited you there, you made a big deal about places like that and now you're going for a stranger."

"It wasn't my idea," she said irritated. "If it were up to me, we'd have given him a barbecue, but Raye did all this. She's into that kind of stuff."

"Unlike you, my darling who likes to walk around in tank tops and pajamas and eat ice cream in bed. Imagine that, and I still love you."

"Should I be insulted?" she asked, her hands on her hips.

He smiled before encircling his arms around her waist. "Of course not, darling, its one of the quirky qualities that I love about you." Slowly he lowered his head and brought his lips to hers, his mouth teasing her's slightly. When she responded hesitantly, he took the opportunity to latch onto her mouth, offering her a number of searing kisses before letting go.

"Of course I imagine that I should escort you there, Serena," he said.

"How do you know that I don't have a date?"

"You don't, I'd know."

Serena growled. "Stop having your people watching me!" she said. "I'm not a child."

"It's for your protection, love. I have a lot of enemies," said Seiya.

"What could anyone possibly have against you?" asked Serena scathingly.

"So I take it that your answer is yes," he said.

"Do I have a choice?" asked Serena, knowing the answer.


"I didn't think so."