Title: Gutless
By: Azurite
Mail: azurite_moon@yahoo.com
Site: www.geocities.com/sailor_andromida

Notes: This is kind of a spin-off of
Impossible, kind of not. In other words,
it's not necessary to read Impossible before
this. Because it's a one parter, not as many
characters will be featured.
Dedicated to: Padme Nijiri and Trowa, both of
whom I were thinking of at the time of
this story idea... at around 11:10 one cold
March night...


The rumors were true, all right.
He was certainly handsome. I mean... well,
how can I put this? It's not easy to describe
a MAN who is beautiful. 'Beautiful' is a rather
feminine word, don't you think?
As my friend Louis would say, 'Bishounen.'
Yeah, a guy with feminine features is 'beautiful.'
But Darien wasn't 'bishonen.' He was...
"Drop dead gorgeous."
I turned to my red-haired friend Molly beside me.
Out of the corner of her eye, she was eyeing the new
transfer student with a wicked gleam in her eye.
I saw those emerald green orbs shift up and down,
and I sweatdropped. Molly had no shame in checking guys
out, let alone undressing them into Speedos with her eyes.
Darien had just transferred to our highschool in
Juuban, one of the many wards of the Minato-ku district in
Tokyo, Japan. He was mysterious in a way, as so many of the
rumors we heard were about his appearance, not where he
had come from or why.
Being only a year older than us Grade 10 students,
he was prime meat for all us boy-crazy girls. Or should
I say, *this* boy crazy girl.
"'Rena, are you listening?" Mol had turned her attention
away from the ebony haired steak -I mean, student- and was
facing me, a perplexed smile on her face.
"Yeah..." I murmured, still staring as Darien discussed
the class material with the teacher during our breaktime.
"'Sup, 'Rena, Mol!" We turned to the owner of the
voice, my friend of several years, Lita Kino. Lita was
only a few inches shorter than 6-foot-something Darien,
and was either feared or respected by the better half
of the school population.
She was a beanstalk relative to me, who was
between the height of average and short. She had wavy
reddish-brown hair and sparkling emerald eyes: the
Irish blood of her mother took over her appearance, and
the tough personality of her father (both of which had
died in an accident many a year ago) gave to her
own. She was, when she first came to Juuban, an outcast,
because of her fighting reputation. But, she was an
excellent cook, a loyal friend, and a great protector,
all traits which drew me to her.
"See that new transfer student?" Molly asked Lita.
"Yeah..." Lita brought out some rice balls and
I started to drool...
"Darren Shelds or somethin'?" She offered me the
rice ball, which I chomped on immediately.
"Darien Shields." I corrected, between mouthfuls
of rice. Thought actually, I ended up spewing chunks of
rice at my companions, who leaned away in disgust and
eyed me with confusion. It must have come out as "Dafiewn
I gulped and swallowed quickly and wiped my mouth.
"Darien Shields." I repeated quietly, so as to
not have the aforementioned hear me speak his name.
Though he was hot news, no one dared go near him,
not even the popular girls. They didn't know anything
about his past... he was just here.
"Been doing some backround research, eh, 'Rena?"
A voice joined in. To my right was my other friend,
Mina Aino. She was from Grass Valley Junior High, but had
come to Juuban for high school.
"That is technically breaking and entering of
private and personal property, a violation of school
code 85A-B..."
"AMES!" I groaned as my short, blue haired best
friend approached.
"He IS hot stuff." Mina noted, eyeing Darien in
the same manner as Molly, but pausing. I suddenly saw
where her eyes were staring, and hissed loudly.
"MINA!" Then lower, I whispered, "Stop staring at
his butt! What if Andrew sees!?" Mina flushed scarlet, either
at the mention of her boyfriend or the fact that she had
been caught.
"Yeah, wouldn't want AAANNDREEW to see, would 'ya
now, Mina?" Molly said in a sing-songy voice.
"Shaddup Mol." Mina grumbled. Then she brightened, as if
rememering something. "You were checking him out earlier too,
weren't you? Wouldn't poor Melvin be devastated?" Molly
blushed as scarlet as Mina's bow, and sulked into her arms.
"Serena... why don't you go introduce yourself?" Amy
suggested. I looked at her as if she'd grown a second head,
all while shaking my head vehemently.
"W-What? No way! Why don't you, Ames. He looks intelligent,
maybe you can find out if he's a potential rival?"
"Nuh-uh. My only potential rival is..." Amy smiled brightly,
and blushed a faint hue of pink, "Greg."
I sweatdropped again, realizing what they were all doing.
"Will you guys stop rubbing in my face the fact that you have
boyfriends??" Mina had Andrew, Amy had Greg, Molly had Melvin...
Lita normally thought ALL guys looked like her boyfriend, but
she was currently going steady (for a record of two months straight!)
with a 11th grader named Mike.
"Not until you realize that you need one! Go on 'Rena, introduce yourself!"
"Yeah... a romance may blossom... love at first sight, many, many dates, the proms... then a blissful wedding... ooh, 'Rena, I better be the maid of honor!"
"MINA! I haven't even said 'hi' yet!"
"Then go!" Mina urged, as did Molly and Lita.
"You have a 5567 to 1 chance of getting along
with him." Amy calculated.
"And how do you figure that out, brainiac?" I asked
Amy shrugged. They started to push me towards him when
I didn't respond.
"Hey! Look... guys..." I started to whine.
"No whining, 'Rena. You gotta be the first to say 'hi.'
You ARE after all, the most outgoing one in this group."
Lita pointed out reasonably.
"You make me sound like a cheerleader." I grinned blithely.
"'Rena!" Molly protested at my change of subject.
"GUYS... I'm gutless! I can't do this!" A billion things
could happen, the least probable of which was me getting along
with some cute, new guy.
"This coming from the girl who insists we go on ROLLERCOASTERS
every time we go to 10-BAN land?" Amy pointed her thumb at me at
rolled her eyes.
"GUYYSSS!!" I cried when they started to push me towards him
yet again. But it was hopeless. I didn't have a retort or return
They stopped me only three feet behind him. The teacher
left the class with a smile to Darien and a few words that
looked like 'have a seat' or something like that.
He picked up his bookbag and papers and started to the desks.
He paused. Groups and couples of students were scattered about
the class, talking animatedly. He didn't know any of them; none
of them knew him.
How could he make friends like this? I caught the lonely,
far-away glance in his midnight eyes and righted myself.
I ignored my friends' gasps as I strode over
to Darien, who simply stared at the classroom, looking out of
I tapped him once on the back and thrust out a free hand.
"Hi." I said, staring him straight in the eye, a bright
smile on my face.
"I'm Serena."
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