Title: Darien's Fifteen Minutes of Fame
By: Angel Ally
Prologue
Rating: PG/PG-13 (some "bad words" are used)

Disclaimers:  Sorry, but as usual...forgive me my
friends, it has to be said... I know ::chokes back
a sob:: you'll be disappointed, but... I don't own
Sailor Moon, or the characters. There! I said it!
I'm proud of myself...
ANYWAY!

Author's Note: If you see any word that have a star
(*) around it there will be a definition at the bottom.
  Thank you Minmae for your hilarious ideas and encouragement.
So, you think this is an average story? Well you're wrong!
This story may seem all like the others, but this one has
something that most other ones don't have! COMEDTY! Oops...
COMEDY! Okay, after making Serena angry, Darien has vowed to
make it up to her, but first he has to apologize.  So he thinks
that he will just go up to her and say... "Serena, forgive me.
  I have made a lot of mistakes in the past, I've teased you
and I am deeply hurt for what I have done.  Please except my
humble apology."  But, it turns out that it's not that
simple!  You know the saying... everyone has their fifteen
minutes of fame?  Well, in this story, Darien has only a
few days to apologize to Serena before she leaves for
Summer vacation, and his guilty conscious will not permit
him to go two weeks without saying those two words, and
maybe even three after that.  In these few days he makes
a total fool out of himself, something that normal people
wouldn't see him doing.  Therefore, this story is entitled
Darien's Fifteen Minutes of Fame.
Send all e-mail to Angel173145@hotmail.com

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Darien's Fifteen Minutes of Fame
Prologue

	"Serena!  Oh come on!  Listen to me already!
  Hey! Wait up!  Serena!  Wait... please?"
	"Leave me alone Darien!"  Darien ran down the
sidewalk after a certain Meatball head, yet again
he had hurt her by his obnoxious teasing and Serena
slapped him across the face.  It made him all the
more determined, for what he did not know, though.
	His cheek had stung after the slap but he laughed
in her face, and she ran off crying, saying something
like "You chicken!"  He finally stopped in front of a
blue house, she was almost a half a block ahead of him,
he could easily have caught up with her, but she was
running home, up a few hills, through bushes, over cars,
etc, so he ran out of breath and walked back from where
he started, catching his breath all the way while thinking
of what he had done.  It made him feel horrible inside,
and for that he knew he couldn't go on another five weeks
or so without telling her how much he cared.  In about
five days school would be over for her, and right afterwards
she would be leaving for the mountains for a summer vacation.
  He didn't know exactly how long she would be gone.  Every
time he asked she would reply... "Why should I tell you?
You'll just say... thank god!"  Then she would run off again.
	Darien's apartment building came into view after a
minute or two.  Darien tightened his green jacket, wind
was starting to pick up from the West, a storm was brewing.
  While placing his hands into his pockets something knocked
the side of his shoe.  Looking down he saw a hockey puck,
picking it up he saw a few kids with hockey sticks and in-line
skates coming at him at top speed.  Immediately, he threw
the puck a few feet for the kids, but they didn't stop, they
kept coming, picking up speed as they went.  Darien realized
that he would be hit if he didn't run and get out of their
way.  He started running, but as soon as he wiped the sweat
off of his forehead he rammed into something smooth and tall
with handles.  He fell on his butt and stared at the object
in shock for a moment.
	The minutes passed, one right after the other and still
sat on his butt wondering what happened, but the weirdest
thing was... when he finally turned around to yell at the
kids, they were gone.  There was no one around at all, especially
no speeding youngsters.  Darien scratched his head in
bewilderment and stood up to walk into the building.
	Nearby, there was a subtle crash of thunder.

	Two hours later, Darien walked around his kitchen
talking to his best friend, Andrew, about the problem.
In his hand was a big pot, he was holding onto it with a
rose printed pot holder.  In his other hand was a spoon,
he was stirring fried noodles for dinner.
	Andrew sat in a stool not far from the spinning Darien...
"Hey Dare, are you okay?  You haven't been yourself at all today."
	"What do you think I've been trying to tell you!?"
Darien screamed across the room.  "Okay, let me try this
again.  I got Serena mad again today, she hit me in the
face, and I laughed at her even though it hurt, she ran
away and I felt awful.  So I went chasing after her,
but I couldn't keep up, then when I came to the building
there were these kids playing, their puck was hit at my
foot.  I threw it back but they kept coming, so I ran,
but I ran into a door, then when I looked back... there
were no kids!  I felt like I was in the twilight zone."
Andrew had a puzzled look on his face.  His left eyebrow
raised as his mouth pierced shut.  "What?"
	"Guilty conscious, huh?"  Andrew chuckled.  Darien
rolled his eyes and turned around to put the pot back
on the burner.  "Just say you're sorry to her tomorrow
Dare.  How hard can it be? Bat your eyelashes and make
her smile, say... Oh Serena, you're the only one for me...please
say you forgive me?  And then you can pucker up for a big
juicy kiss.  Oh, will she forgive you then."  Andrew started
to laugh.
	"Hardy har har Andrew.  Sure, I tell you a secret, one
that you should encourage me by, not make fun of, and here you
are, saying all this stuff that would never happen." Darien
replied.
	"But Dare, it's perfect, don't you understand? She was
the only one who captured your heart, and you tease her non
stop!  How are you ever going to get her to let you say sorry?"
	"Andrew!  The best bud with the best support for his
friend in need!  Congratulations!  Come on Andrew, be serious,
you're right, it's not going to be easy, but don't forget,
you were the one who suggested I apologize.  You'll be sorry,
I'll have the last laugh!"
	"We'll see about that."  Andrew replied.  "Um, Dare?"
	"Hey, is it just me or is it really hot now?" Darien
said.
	"Darien?"
	"What? Damn is it hot!"
	"Your apron is on fire."
	"What?  AHHHHH! SHIT! PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT! GET
SOME WATER ANDREW, QUICK!"  Andrew raced to the sink,
and with the separate handle (an: looks like a shower
handle.  Gomen, I forgot what it's called! ^.^;) sprayed
Darien until the small fire was out.  Within seconds
Darien sat on the floor, legs spread far apart, heaving
in and out in giant breaths.  His apron was black and
charcoal, and all the while, Andrew was on his back laughing
hysterically at Darien.
	"I never knew you could be such... such... you pulled a
Serena Dare!"  Darien glared at his friend without the
slightest bit of mock interest.
	"Hey Andrew, there's another side you've never seen
either before... I can be extremely and uncontrollably *irascible*
when I want to be, and I think I'm going to have fun testing
it out tonight."  Andrew stopped immediately.  His eyes were
wide with terror.  In an instant, he was out the door running
to the elevator.  "I am going to kill him someday!"  Darien
screamed aloud to no one.
	Darien stood up and turned off the burner, and threw
away the fried noodles he was cooking; he didn't feel
like eating anymore. Stuffing the apron into the trash
as well he made sure to saturate it with plenty of water
before he went out into the living room. He took off his
green jacket and loosened the neck on his shirt while
throwing his shoes across the room, and then Darien plopped
on the couch next to the phone table.  It felt as if the
phone was haunting him to call a certain, bright as sun
haired, girl with balls on top of her head. His eyes
wandered from side to side, he tapped his fingers on the
table, the water from the leaky faucet dripped and dripped.
  Darien became more tense and nervous, every little detail
about something, and it could be anything would set him
off.  A big flash of lightning struck not far away, and
almost immediately Darien jumped up onto his feet
grabbing his heart.
	"I have to call her, I don't know what's wrong
with me.  Is it just my conscious, like Andrew said?
I don't have a clue, but this is starting to scare
the crud out of me.  I have to ease my guilt, I must
call her.  Thank god Raye gave me her number when we
dated."  Darien sat back down once his heart slowed a
bit and opened the drawer of the little table that held
the telephone.  There was an address book in the little
drawer, he opened it and looked under T for Tsukino.
It was the first name listed. Swiftly, he picked up
the phone and dialed the number.  The phone rang once...
twice... three times... and on the forth someone with a
sleepy voice answered, he recognized the voice immediately.
  It was his beloved.
	"He... -yawn- hello?"  Serena said
	"Serena?"
	"Speaking, who's this?"  She answered curiously.
	"Darien, listen I just want to..." He was cut off.
	"Darien!?  What the hell do you want!?" She blurted
out.  There was a sort of tension after a choked sob.
The air she breathed in was raged and a short.  After
hearing this Darien didn't know what to say or do.
"Darien, are you still there?  Hello?"
	"Yeah, I'm still here.  Serena, why do you sound
as if you're scared?  Afraid of me?  Afraid of little
old me?"  A grin spread across his face then quickly
died down as he heard her cry out.  It was heart breaking.
	"How dare you call me now, how dare you call me
at all!  I cannot believe you would even bother to talk
to me after today!"  Serena stopped and cried a bit
more, it was muffled so he had the impression she was
trying to hide it by covering up the telephone.  His
eyes watered with sadness.  He had failed, yet again.
He could just see her standing there, leaning against
the wall, robe covering up her body and the phone.
Tears making there way down, leaving streaks as they
went.
	There was a crash of thunder, Darien heard her
whimper in the back round.  A click, then silence
followed by a beeping noise indicating she hung up.
  Darien slammed the receiver down on the charger,
but it didn't stop there, it fell to the floor and
broke into two pieces. He stood up and cursed under
his breath.  There was a huge crash of thunder and
the lights went dead, someone downstairs moaned.
Another person, someone up above screamed out in fright.
  "Perfect, just what I need to end my day.  Now I'll
be late for work tomorrow, and I won't get any sleep.
Figures, what did I do to deserve this!?  OUCH! F[censored]K!
  Stupid table!"  Darien walked into the table right in
front of him.  As he made his way across the hallway
he fell and ran into about five different things, ran
into his table, tripped and fell on his shoes, ran
into the closet door, fell over his bed, and almost
fell off the balcony when he went to close the windows.
  When he made his way into his bed he was grumbling
and mumbling something audible.
	Darien started to drift off into a deep sleep,
when he heard a noise from the room next to him.  It
was water splashing.  A woman, a young woman, whom
he had seen before, was giggling.  Darien's eyes shot
open when he heard a male voice.  It groaned.  More
splashing and then a female moan.  "Oh no... please, I
beg of you lord!"  The sound affects stopped, but
there was still a lot of splashing, a cold drop of
water splashed on his head, or rather on his eye, and
then there was a thud.  It stopped again, but quickly
resumed with an annoying squeak from a bed.  "It's
going to be a long night."  Darien said.

Irascible- in this case, a bad temper
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So what did you think?  This part will be the worst,
the other stuff will probably just be comedy, sweet
things and a touch of romance.  So... if you want to
e-mail me the addy is Angel173145@hotmail.com ...if you
wanna talk personally you can instant message me at
Cloud1098 or Angel173145. Hope you liked it!