Author’s Notes: Yup, I’m back here now. Thanks for everyone who sent in comments and suggestions! I love mail (even flames, though I haven’t gotten any... YET) I know what you’re thinking, “What kind of sick twisted nut would like to receive FLAMES even?” Well, I think of flames as I take any comment. I just believe that that is a building block for me to use, and I would ask someone: Hey, okay so my story sucks, how do I fix it? (I.e. constructive criticism, hehe) BIG thanks to everyone who mailed me, the messages were appreciated greatly! (Yes, greatly, not in any way minorly). One thing, if you see any other) under the name “mako-chan” in any other archive, it’s not me! Well, thought you may want to know! (Usually it’s from makoTO-chan, who is listed in this site that way) Thanks to my friend and editor, Sailor Starlite, (read her stories if you haven’t yet) she’s been really supportive and helpful, she also sends this in for me. Thanks ASMR, for doing such a good job of getting my story up. (Don’t they just use the prettiest stuff?) I really appreciate it all! Thanks to all the authors who inspired this fic. There’s Alicia Blade, Lady Starra, and a bunch of others that EVERYONE mentions. Oh, and Iris’s The Big Question is an awesome story too! (I have many chibi-mako-chan’s running around in MY head, so why shouldn’t mamo-chan have mini-mamo-chans in his head?) Okay, HUGE author’s notes, but it had to be said! (Longest ones yet... hmm) Well, laters, peeps! Disclaimers apply! ******************************************** Title: Serena and Darien... together? No WAY! By: Mako-chan Part: eight E-mail: Breeze13@hotmail.com Rated: PG13 (Baaad example Serena’s being in this one, so it’s a definite pg13) ******************************************** “So, Serena,” murmured Darien, “what movie do you want to see?” they were at the multiplex now, Serena possessively looping her arm around his. She bit her lip. What was playing, even? She wondered. She decided to ask. “Well, what’s playing?” she chirped. Darien rolled his eyes, “You can read, Meatball Head,” he scolded gently, “It says, and I quote: ‘Run away Bride, The Sixth Sense, Inspector Gadget, Big Daddy, Star Wars’,” he paused and sighed. “Is that the ONLY movie that stays in the theater for months on end BESIDES Titanic?” He took a big breath, “ ‘Wild Wild West, The Haunting, Deep Blue Sea, Mystery Men, and finally, The Blair Witch Project.’” (AN: I know, they have a REALLY big multiplex! *pass the popcorn* ^_^!) Serena’s eyes flushed with excitement, “Ooh, let’s see that one!”’ “Huh, which one, Serena?” asked Darien confused. “The Blair Witch Project,” she giggled. Darien was unsure. Just the other day, Andrew went to see Blair Witch with Rita and he said HE just about wet his pants, it was that creepy. “I don’t know, Serena,” warned Darien, “Andrew told me all about that movie and he said it scared the crud out of him.” “So?” said Serena, rolling her eyes, “I really want to see it, but my parents HATE horror movies so they’ll never rent it, and none of my friends want to go, I don’t want to go alone...” Serena said pleadingly. Darien was still unconvinced. As much fun as it would be to see her proven wrong, Darien was too worried about her feelings to simply stare down the barrel of a gun and take her in. He looked for a way out... ah ha! Victory! He sighed, “Aw, Meatball Head!” he said, pointing to the sign, “It’s rated ‘R’, and they’ll never let you in... not wearing a Crossroads Junior High uniform, any way!” he laughed. Serena scowled, she had forgotten about her clothes... unless, “Well, just so you know, Darien, when I wear other clothes people mistake me for eighteen year olds!” “So what?” he chuckled, “it’s not like you have a change of clothes with you, Meatball Head.” Serena grinned superiority, “As a matter of fact, Darien, I DO have a change of clothes. I’ll go into the ladies room and you buy the tickets. I’m SURE they’ll let me in wearing something else!” Darien rolled his eyes, “And WHERE are these spare clothes, Serena? In your purse?” he grunted, gesturing to the tiny handbag she was carrying around, “What did you do, fold it REALLY, REALLY tiny?” he asked. Serena was about to say something VERY stupid, like how it was all in the power of a pen, but she cut herself short and said, “as a matter of fact, YES, I DID fold it into little squares. I’ll be right out.” She handed him a twenty and he rolled his eyes. Serena was being really dumb about this whole thing, wouldn’t she rather see something like Mystery Men? He sighed and stood in line, waiting to pay for the two tickets. He would’ve protested farther, but the fact was he was afraid. If he said anything else, maybe Serena wouldn’t like him as much, and he’d hate to lose his Meatball Head, not just now when he’d found her. He shook his head and waited for the senile old woman behind the ticket booth start to hand out tickets to the twenty people ahead of him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Serena scowled as she looked in the mirror. She looked about two years younger than she was in the dumb uniform, and she’d always hated having to wear them. (Although it DID save her time in the morning, she at least didn’t have to pick out her clothes!) “Well this look’s going to change, and in a hurry!” she grumbled. Checking all the stalls around her, and making sure that the door was firmly locked, she shouted, “Disguise Power (Yup, Luna would kill her), turn me into... a snappy eighteen year old version of me!” Serena felt the last of the transformation (for once a FAIRLY quick one, NOTHING like the streamers and brass band transformation she had for sailor moon) and she checked herself out in the mirror. She had her normal hairstyle, only she was wearing a tank top and some adorable shorts that showed off her long legs. Serena looked up and realized something... She was actually a little taller! She was amazed, yet she HOPED no one would notice. Especially Darien, she didn’t need him asking her why she suddenly grew four inches. Her clothes were fairly modest, but NO ONE would mistake her for a Junior High School girl. She walked coolly out to where Darien was waiting for her. When he saw her, he dropped his popcorn. Needless to say, Serena was MORE than thrilled about his reaction.“Wh, Where is y- your school uniform?” he croaked. Serena rolled her eyes, “It’s in my purse, now shouldn’t we go?” she growled. Darien managed a nod and they walked through the turn style where the ticket taker was collecting tickets. Serena looked up as they were strolling to the theater to see Darien giving her funny looks. Serena THEN noticed that she was up to his shoulder now. She smiled weakly, “I’m wearing platforms?” she said. Darien seemed satisfied with the excuse, but he still looked at her funny. Serena just smiled softly at him and tried to ignore the stare during the movie. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- “Geez, Serena,” said Darien during the opening previews, “you downed MY popcorn, too?” Serena nodded and said, “Yeah, well, I was hungry and I ate your popcorn, too. So sue me,” she shrugged. “Well, where’s the twizzlers, and the peanut butter cups and all the other stuff we bought?” he asked. “I ate that, too.” She giggled. Darien rolled his eyes, “Well, THAT figures. What do you have, a bottomless pit for a stomach?” he asked her. “And a hollow leg!” she giggled, “don’t forget that!” Darien sighed and said, “well, Meatball Head, that doesn’t surprise me. Now the movie’s already started, Serena. YOU’RE the one who wanted to see this, so pay attention.” He snapped. Serena rolled her eyes and said, “yes, father.” Through out the movie, Serena complained, “I KNOW it’s supposed to be filmed like that but it’s SO hard to watch it! I mean, couldn’t they have filmed it better?” One look from Darien that said “you-asked-for-this-movie-so-live-with-it” shut her up. Naturally, by the middle of the movie, she was screaming like a baby and in Darien’s arms... not that she minded the latter, but Darien was seemed to have a problem with someone cutting off his circulation and screaming in his ears.He heard someone about two rows down from him say “cool, surround sound screaming” like it was some big attraction. He felt like pushing the ditz off him and telling the guy, “here, TAKE the Meatball Head!” although he admitted reluctantly that having her in his arms felt... right. Serena nearly broke his heart when she looked up at him with sad, scared eyes about half way through the movie and whimpered, “You were right, Darien, this is a scary movie, please let’s go!” she squeezed her eyes shut and continued to clutch Darien. “Shh, Serena,” he soothed, “we can leave if you want, we don’t have to stay, shh.” Serena nodded and they left the theater, Serena still clinging on to Darien like it was a matter of life or death. He stroked her hair and whispered soothing comments (Not that any of them really helped). “You know,” he whispered gently, “it’s your own fault, you Meatball Head. You said you were ready to see that movie...” he was cut off when his watch alarm beeped. Darien stared down at Serena, “It’s time to rewrap your ankle, Serena,” he told her. She nodded and said, “Can we go to your apartment and watch a different movie... one that isn’t so scary?” He smiled softly and said, “anything you want, Meatball Head.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Amy was furious. SHE had been listening to Serena chant “disguise power!” due to the pen (which was really a microphone) she had placed on her. She growled, “The Luna Pen!” she shook her head and muttered, “she’s lucky Luna’s not in on this. She’d KILL Serena if she found out that she was using the Luna Pen!” she sighed and told Raye, “So, is Lita cured from her solitary confinement yet? You said it had a psychological impact on her.” Raye shook her head, “No, Lita’s still out of it. She keeps on murmuring something about cards, jellie bellies, and a day that never ends,” she shrugged, “I guess being alone for as long as she was in the hot sun REALLY has an affect when you have nothing to do.” “Well, she’s one of the best spies we have, so we need to get her back to normal.” Amy poured a bucket of ice water on Lita’s head, and she sputtered, “Huh? What did you do that for?” then she noticed something, “Hey, since when was I not in the tree?” Amy and Raye rolled their eyes, “Since two hours ago that’s when.” “WHAT?! ARE YOU TELLING ME I HAVE BEEN OUT OF IT FOR TWO HOURS?” demanded a very angry Lita. “Actually, the exact time was two hours, eleven minutes and forty five seconds,” chimed Amy. Lita looked like she was about to scream some more, but Raye clamped a hand down on her mouth and said, “Shut up, Lita! Geez, you have a bigger mouth than Serena!” Lita glared, “You should talk, pyromaniac, you’re always the one getting in fights with her!” Raye was about to protest, but Amy said, “Look guys, we have bigger fish to fry than each other. Let’s just TRY to get these two together.” She glanced at Raye, “You go out on spy duty now, I think Lita still needs to rest for a while. You know, the time gap seems to be closing in to eleven, and you KNOW that's when Serena turns into a pumpkin and she has to go to my house.” Raye and Lita sighed, “Yeah, I guess so,” and Amy watched bemused as Raye bounded out the door. “You know, Lita, you have to admire the girl’s stamina. She wandered around in a maze, she chased Chad around the temple with a broom, and she STILL isn’t too tired to run outside and trial the couple.” Lita sighed, “Well, better than having her waste that energy on arguing with Serena.”Amy was about to say something, but they heard a wail escape from the street, “CHHAAAAADDD! I TOLD YOU NOT TO FOLLOW ME AROUND!!!!!!” Everyone looked like they had run a marathon; there were so many sweat drops. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Darien had taken Serena to his apartment, her leg tended to and she was given painkillers again. Serena only whimpered slightly during the whole procedure. When he was finished, Serena grinned, “Well, how bout that movie?” He smiled back, “Anything you say, Meatball Head! So, which one do you want to rent?” She paused thoughtfully, “I’m not sure. I think we should browse for a while...” He smiled and nodded, “Well, let’s go. Maybe we should take the motorcycle today...” Serena’s eyes went wide in shock, “I could never do that! I mean, I’ve never even been on one and besides, can’t we take the car?” He laughed at her, “What, Serena, are you scared?” he teased. “As a matter of fact, yes, VERY scared!” she cried out. “Come one Serena,” he chuckled, “motorcycles are scary at first, like... well, like a roller coaster. But then you get used to it and it’s a blast.” She sighed in defeat, “Fine,” she said putting a finger in his face, “but if anything happens, ooh boy are you going to get it!” He grabbed her hand and led her to his motorcycle, laughing at Serena’s hysterics. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- “I’d like to call the second official meeting of ALFK to order,” said Sherry, grinning. The group was clustered around the break room at the arcade, the door firmly locked and Andrew standing next to it, as if on guard. Rita, Andrew, and Sherry had proposed this meeting to report in on the shared kisses between the unsuspecting victims. “May I ask why we’ve been called down here?” asked Lita, fairly annoyed that they were straying from their “mission”. “We’ve seen Darien and Serena kiss!” blurted out Rita, before Andrew or Sherry could explain. “Real subtle there, Rita,” said Andrew, rolling his eyes. “What?” she asked innocently. “Never mind,” said Amy, urging the group to continue. “Well,” said Rita, “I was trailing them earlier, and they kissed after Darien fainted.” “Time out,” said Raye, “what do you mean, Darien fainted?” “Well, he was hugging her, then he stopped and was about to do something, but he fainted instead. Then when he woke up, Serena and he kissed, it was so romantic,” she said, looping her fingers through Andrew’s. “Are you telling me that they kissed a little, like a short friendly kiss, or like a long, passionate one?” interrogated Molly. “Well, it was more like a peck on the cheek the second time, but the first time it was like a butterfly kiss that they were REALLY mad about being busted up on.” “This is so cool. Hey, Andrew can we celebrate by getting some milkshakes? I could go for a vanilla with prunes right about now,” said Melvin. “Well, why not?” said Andrew, “Let’s all have a shake, and think about how to get the couple together.” “I’ll go for that!” smiled Lita. “Me too,” they all agreed. Then the door burst open, Greg on the other side. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- “Ooh! Remind me to tell you to ride in your motorcycle more often! That was SO much fun!” laughed Serena as she slipped off the helmet she wore. “Now, aren’t you glad you let me take you on it?” he teased her. “Of course,” she giggled, “ I trust you completely,” she said while standing on her tiptoes and giving him a peck on the forehead... well, that was her intentions, but she fell and landed on his lips. “Serena?” he asked her, his mouth still dangerously close to hers, “What, uh, what movie do you think we should get?” “I don’t know,” she blushed, “um, how about I look around a while.” Serena walked through the various isles, until she came upon the historical video tapes section. It had tapes of mythologies, diaries, anything that was really from the past. She picked up a video with a picture of a beautiful palace on it. Turning it around to the back, she read, “This is the ancient Myth of the Princess of the Moon, and her Prince.” Curious, she looked at the title, “Serenity and Endymion: a love story” ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Author’s notes: That’s a wrap, people! (Well, for now. Wait till chapter nine to find out the rest!) Oh, thanks to a fan who wrote in a LOOONG time ago and suggested the movie. (Sorry, I checked all my past e-mails and could find the name, so write back with your name if you suggested it! I’ll give you credit by your name instead, because I feel really bad about not having it.) Well, write me with suggestions, comments, anything! Oh, and I should be writing another short fic either this week, or next week, so be on the look out for it! -Mako-Chan r stories besides this one (as of this date, august something ninety-nine