A/N: Hmm.. Well, since I love playing with the Sailor Moon timeline, well, not really
timeline but universe, that's what I'm gunna do right now. Yeah, that's right. It's
another AU fic.
Comments are welcome, criticism is remembered, flames are puzzled over, MST's are
enjoyed (but tell me first).
Disclaimers: If I owned Sailor Moon, then I'd be putting my stories on TV rather than
typing them out, hn?
"He is driving me crazy!" Serena Tsukino shouted, flinging her scarf to the ground
in emphasis, then crushing it with the heel of her boot. "It's as if he's trying to ruin
Raye Hino watched her best friend with unveiled amusement as the irritated blonde
jumped up and down on her scarf. "Really, Serena. I hope you're not talking about the
one and only Darien Chiba, are you?"
The forementioned picked up her tattered and dirty pink scarf and brandished it
towards Raye as a type of weapon. Darkly, she glared at the almost priestess, then
switched her glaredown at the remains of her once favorite scarf. "As a matter of fact.."
she sneered, "I am."
Raye sighed in mock exasperation, falling dramatically down onto a nearby bench.
She brought her hands to her temples and rubbed them tiredly, annoyance only half
pretense. "So tell me, fluffbrain, what'd he do this time?"
Serena slumped down next to Raye, worn from the constant jumping and cursing
and yelling. All the anger had drained from her face, replaced with a depressed sort of
rejection. Then the tears came. Huge, fat tears that rolled down her splotchy cheeks.. not
the kind that disappeared as soon as she got what she wanted, but the kind that was
accompanied by soft, angry, and hurt sobs. Raye started in shock, then awkwardly pat
Serena on the shoulder. For once.. I wonder if Darien over stepped his
boundaries.. "What happened, Rena?"
Serena sniffled noisily, then ran the back of her gloved hand across her nose.
Making a disgusted face, she carefully pulled off the glove finger by finger and carelessly
tossed it to the side. Regardless of the chilly winter air, she pulled off her other glove and
rubbed both her eyes with balled up fists. "He.. he.." she managed around hiccups.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath she tried to get out what she wanted to say again.
Letting out a loud sob, she drew both her legs to her chest and dropped her head on top of
her knees. "He got me fiiiiiired!"
Raye blanked, motionless hand still on Serena's shoulder. Darien.. got Serena
fired? No way. That was just.. too absurd. Although Serena and Darien seemed to
despise each other with a passion, from what Raye knew of Darien she was positive he
would never do something so cruel.
Serena had been working at a cafe down the street for over a year now. She
started the job to try and impress Andrew, and also to save up for this hot new Sailor V
game, but she ended up.. falling in love with her job. Why? Raye would never know.
Maybe it was because during the winter time, piles of kids would group around the
counter to buy large cups of hot chocolate, or maybe it was because Serena loved to see
young and old couples walk in, hand and hand and reminsce over large lattes. But
whatever. The question was, how and why did Darien get Serena fired?
When Raye was sure her pigtailed friend was able to talk, much less talk
coherently, she asked, "how, Rena?"
Serena hiccuped quietly, still rubbing her eyes with her balled up fist. "H-he
needed a job.. I guess, for the winter.. and.. and.. he t-talked to my manager and somehow
got me fired for my job!" She almost didn't finish that sentence, a fresh new batch of
heartbreaking sobs rocking her slender body.
Raye frowned, then bit her lip thoughtfully. "You want me to talk to hi-"
"NO," Serena cut in forcefully, head snapping up and sobs disappearing.
However, the fat tears still rolled down her cheeks. Raye frowned a bit. "No. Please
don't, Raye. The first thing he'll do is say that I was incapable of the job in the first place,
that I'd probably have dropped the lattes on the people's laps." Serena paused, a bitter
smile tugging at the corners of her lips. So what if she had done that a couple of times..
Standing up, she straightened herself as tall as she could, then smiled down at
Raye, trying to make the tears in her eyes disappear. "Don't worry about it, Raye. I'll.. I'll
talk to him after I've calmed down a bit, okay?"
Raye opened her mouth the protest, but a single blue eyed glare shut her up. She
nodded ever so slightly in comfirmation, and Serena smiled at her, turning around and
"Thanks, Raye. We'll have to go shopping some other time.. I don't think I'm in
the mood today.." she called over her shoulder, not taking her eyes off the busy street, in
fear that her cloudy vision would cause her to knock into something. Or worse yet,
It was inevitable, though. A few blocks away from where she left Raye, her blind
stumblings were cut to an abrupt halt. She fell unceremoniously on her butt, already numb
hands slamming to the ground to try and break her fall. She winced at the sharp pain that
shot up from both her hands.
"Of course," she said, closing her eyes and not daring to open them, in fear of what
she might see. "Of course, this would have to happen on the very worst day of my whole
entire teenage life!"
"What, flunk another test?" a cooly familiar voice asked. Serena's blood froze and
heart stopped beating. Disbelievingly, she opened one eye, then let out an anguished
A smug, black haired, blue eyed devil smirked down at her, utterly destroying the
remnants of her already crumbling world.
Serena clumsily stumbled to her feet, wondering who in the heavens wanted her
life to be so miserable. Blue eyes becoming almost black, she mustered all the hatred she
felt for everything and everyone into a single glare, then held her head up high and walked
Darien stood there, looking confused and more than a little startled. He had
known Serena for a short time, and never, ever had he seen, or felt that much hate come
from her small body. Hell, he never felt that much hate come from anyone.
And why, in heavens name, was all that hate directed at him?
"GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T RIP YOUR HEAD
OFF, DARIEN CHIBA!"
Darien winced and clapped his hands over his ears as a reflex, glaring at his answer
machine. Already, this was the fifth message from Raye shouting confusing obscentities
into his ear.
"Because I have no idea what I did!" he shouted back at his answering machine,
hands still firmly over his ears. He sighed and walkedback over to the offending object,
waiting until the shrieking died down a bit to remove one hand from his ear and click the
off button. He had a feeling that the other seven messages were Raye remembering a few
more curses to shout at him. Heaving out a great sigh, he dragged himself back into his
living room and fell dramatically on his black leather couch, draping an arm over his eyes.
The phone rang.
He jerked into a sitting position, eyes wide. Hesitantly, he glanced over at his
cordless phone on his coffee table, then made a face and slumped back down. Let the
answering machine get it. With my luck it's..
"DARIEN CHIBA, I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!"
Darien groaned and pulled one of the couches pillows over his head, wondering
who in the heavens wanted his life to be so miserable.
This was going to be a loooong night.
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