Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Changed by an Angel ❯ CBAA - Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Changed by an Angel

Chapter: 2

Author: Ashlee Angel

Email: ashlee_c69@hotmail.com

Disclaimer - Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi..... And frankly, I'm not Naoko Takeuchi

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* Recap (Author's POV) *

"Maybe when Cupid stops shooting arrows," she added thoughtfully....

"Oh but Serena, Cupid doesn't shoot arrows," a voice cut in.

Serena halted to a stop. 'Oh my God, tell me I DID NOT just hear that. . . . ' Taking a deep breath, she tried to place the voice to a face.

But couldn't.

'It's okay Serena, chill, it's just a guy. Now just ignore him and keep on walking' She thought, as she tried to lift her foot. After attempting to maneuver herself again, she realized she hadn't moved. Damn legs! she cursed as she just stood there. No matter what, she would NOT turn around. No way was she going to face someone that heard everything she just said.

But slowly, bit by bit, curiosity got the best of her. Letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, she turned around, finding herself face to face with some guy she didn't recognize.

'Just great. It's probably the new guy. And now he's going to think I'm some sort of psychopath. Just what I need.'

But he's probably just another jerk with an ego the size of Russia. Though mean and cruel don't really fit his image. Tall build, maybe around 6' 2", body of a Greek deity, a shock of ebony hair that tangled its way down to fall over his eyes.

And his eyes. There was something about them. . . . They had the most indescribable flame flare in them: a dark, but light, midnight blue. He's cute. She'd give him that.

(Author's Note - the ~....~'s are just Serena's conscience talking.)

~Just cute?~ her mind inquired.

`A little more than cute'

~Girl, who're you trying to fool?~

"Alright fine! He's downright gorgeous!"

"Who?"

`Oh my God, oh my God, oh my GOD! Look what you made me do!! It's all YOUR fault!'

~Don't blame me! Make up something quick, you don't get Straight A's for nothing!~

Inhaling, she looked him straight in the eye and opened her mouth to explain herself. But as soon as she met his gaze, her explanation sunk itself to the pit of her stomach.

"Are you okay?" Darien asked, trying to sound concerned. But amusement embedded itself in his voice. It wasn't even his fault. It was just... there. He had tried to keep his voice 'thoughtful'... but hey, some things you just can't control.

Serena snapped out of her trance and closed her mouth. 'Ugh! I probably looked like a fish. Can this get any worse?' But seeing his enjoyment in this situation, her embarrassment immediately turned to anger. 'Just who does he think he is, making a total fool out of me?'

"I'm fine, thank you very much, so please get out of my way. I'm already having a bad day, and I don't need YOU to make it worse," Serena snapped, snubbing past him with however much dignity she had left, to realize that she went the wrong way, but no way was she going to let HIM know that.

Darien turned to watch her retreating steps. She's got an attitude... and she's also going the wrong way.

Darien smiled. 'This will be fun.'

* After school (Serena's POV) *

Why me? What did I do to deserve this?

It turns out Mr. I'm-All-That is in EVERY single one of my classes. In half the classes, he sits somewhere behind me. And I can almost feel his stare at the back of my neck. Creepy.

But that's not so bad, because in the other half of my classes, he sits BESIDE me! Oh, and there's more. His LOCKER is beside mine!

It is now after school, and I've made a very reasonable, intellectual, not to mention, simple conclusion.

I'm cursed.

* * * * *

Slowly, I made my way to a shady area on the grass and sat down. My ride wouldn't be here for another 15 minutes. So I have nothing better do to but sit and wait.

I tried thinking about classes, my parents, the new café, summer, flowers, elephants, ANYTHING! But no, my mind just had to promenade back to the new guy. Darien I think his name is.

I'd be crazy not to know his name. He's the talk of every single girl at Angel Grove. Now I can finally relate to Kylie Minogue's song, `Can't Get You Out of My Head.'

Still deep in thought, my senses started telling me that someone was sitting beside me. Coming out of my reverie, I turned around to find none other than Darien.

See? I told you I'm cursed.

"Do me a favor?" I asked him sweetly.

"Sure, anything you want," he said with a smile.

Hmm. . . . He doesn't seem affected by my sudden change of moods. "Wipe that smile off your face," I told him, trying to sound disgusted (the key word there is trying).

But he just laughed. Making him look um . . . well . . . umm . . . this may sound weird, but it made him look almost seraphic.

Then he said something that puzzled me even more.

* Darien's POV *

"Nice to meet you too, Serena," I said still smiling.

I wanted to laugh at her expression, but decided against it. Don't want her to walk off on me again. Not wanting her to ask how I found out her name, I decided I might as well introduce myself.

"We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Darien Shields."

She looked at me suspiciously, as if trying to decide whether to be nice, or snub me again. She hesitated, but then smiled. "I'm Serena Terrin, but you already seem to know my name from this morning."

Relieved that we might actually be capable of having a normal conversation, I gave another smile. "So now that we've been introduced, how 'bout you consider letting me be your friend?"

She instantly had her barriers up again. "Are you mentally insane or just crazy?"

"Both," I answered.

"This isn't some sick joke, is it?" she asked.

"Do I look like the deceitful type?" I pouted, trying to sound innocent.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" she questioned, lifting an eyebrow. As if saying I could be an international serial killer for all she knew.

I feigned hurt. "That's not very nice, but how about you make it up to me by letting me give you a ride home?"

She looked at me like I just grew a second head. "You're serious?" she asked, almost cringing away from me in alarm. As if I were some sort of jungle monster.

"Yeah, so come on, I'll give you a lift."

"Umm... "

"Please?" I pleaded.

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No, no, and no."

"Please? Pretty please?" I extended the last part, to making myself sound extra annoying.

She sighed. "A...a...l...alright, I guess.... But you have to take me straight home."

"No problem."

"No stopping on the way."

"Unless there's a red light."

"Huh? Oh, okay. And no really loud rock music."

"Deal."

* Author's POV *

"Let me call my ride and tell him not to come," Serena said, taking out her cell phone.

"Sure thing."

* * *

Silently, they both made their way toward Darien's car, getting quite a few curious glances. When they got to Darien's car, Serena didn't know whether to be stunned or impressed. "Where in the name of God did you get the money to buy this?"

"I have my ways."

As soon as they were out of the parking lot, Serena started flipping through stations to listen to. She stopped when she got to a pop and R&B station. Backstreet Boys, `What Makes You Different' was playing.

Darien groaned. "Backstreet Boys?"

"What? It's a good song. And they're a good band . . . cute too. Besides, it's not the only thing I listen to. Though I'll change it to NSYNC if you want me to." Serena said, purposely trying to bug him.

He gave her a look that said, 'So this is what I get for taking you home?'

Serena laughed. "You don't mind if I drink anything in your car, do you?"

"No, as long as it's nothing illegal."

"Thanks," Serena said as she took out a bottle of Pepsi. Just then, the song ended. "Welcome back to Pop 97.4 request hour. Make a request and you might be the lucky caller to winconcert tickets to Shaggy."

"Hi, 97.4, what's your name?"

"Can I keep it anonymous?"

'Weird... This guy sounds familiar in a way, but he doesn't sound like someone from our school, or else I'd have recognized him already,' Serena thought as she took a sip of her drink.

The deejay laughed. "Alright, do you have a request?

"Uh yeah, Backstreet Boys, `How Did I Fall in Love With You'. . . . and can I dedicate it to someone?"

"Sure, who's the lucky girl?"

"Umm . . . her name's Serena and she's 17, just incase another Serena hears this. But I doubt there is."

Serena's eyes widened, as she choked on her drink, almost spilling the Pepsi. Darien looked at her with an undecipherable expression. After a brief coughing fit, Serena turned to see his reaction.

He just cocked an eyebrow at her. "Do you have some secret boyfriend I don't know about?"

"Why would you care?" Serena shot back.

"I don't, but it looks like someone just announced to half the world that they're in love with you."

"It's probably a different Serena," she assured him, but it was more to herself.

Darien eyed her skeptically. "Just how many 17 year-olds named `Serena' are there in California?"

That caught her. It's true, she's probably the only 17 year-old Serena in all of California. "I don't even know this person!" Serena fought back.

"But they certainly know you," Darien reminded her.

That left her in thought until they arrived at her house. Actually, it looked more like a modern day palace. Darien carefully pulled up in front of the gate.

"Umm . . . thanks for the ride," Serena blurted out to lighten the awkward silence.

"No problem, I'm always here if you need someone," he said, knowing how cheesy it sounded.

But he never got a chance to take it back, because just then, a man, casually dressed in a blue suit, came running towards the car. "Miss Serena! You're home! Your mother would like to see you in the gardens immediately," rushed William, their butler.

"Which one?"

"Your private one."

"Thanks William, tell her I'll be right there."

Serena turned to Darien. "Thanks again, but you're probably going to be late getting home. Sorry 'bout that," Serena apologized as she got out of the vehicle.

Darien laughed. "Don't worry, that won't be a problem. I'll see you at school tomorrow. Bye, Serena." Serena watched until his convertible was just a glitter of silver. Sighing, she turned around to enter the gates.

Then stopped. Something wasn't right.

'How did Darien know where I live?'

* Scene Change (Darien's POV) *

As soon as I was sure she was inside the gates, I drove to a deserted ally. Making sure no one was around, I snapped my fingers and my car was gone. Then in one swift motion, I disappeared along with it.

Well, not really, but now, I'm what the mortals would call 'invisible'.

Snapping my fingers again, I found myself in Serena's room. But Serena wasn't here. She's probably in the garden with her mother right now, so I have some time to kill.

Looking around, I tried to memorize everything. The bed, the dresser, the phones, the TV, the stereo system, the mirrors, the colors, everything. So this is the real Serena. Definitely the exact opposite of the Serena at school.

Seating myself on her love seat, I started going over everything that happened today to every last detail, incase I missed something.

I have plenty of time. In fact, I have about a year. Well, for the whole mission anyway. Usually, the petals on the rose fall every three to four weeks. Sometimes one or two months. And other times one or two weeks. It all depends on the assignment. This certain task should take about half a year.

Shouldn't it?

Having nothing to do at the moment, I decided to check on my rose. Snapping my fingers (again), the crystal dome appeared in front of me. I've always wondered what would happen if I didn't know how to snap my fingers. But that's not important. Back to the crystal dome in front of me. The rose was still perfect.

As always.

* Author's POV *

Suddenly, the door opened, and Serena stormed in, not looking particularly happy. Slamming the door behind her, she let herself fall onto her bed with one frustrated sigh. "Ugh! I can't believe she's going to make me DO this!" Serena exclaimed to herself.

Picking herself off the bed, she walked over to her closet. "But first things first, I have to get out of these rags." Looking one last time to make sure no one was here, she started to unbutton her overalls. But her eyes lingered on the love seat.

Was it just her or did the love seat always look glittery? Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought. It was probably just her glasses, she thought to herself as she resumed back to changing.

While Darien just sat there.

And the fact that he was somewhere in dreamland, it didn't trigger him at all that he should be giving her some privacy. So it took him a while before he realized that Serena was half naked. He would've closed his eyes, but he wasn't some perverted 13 year old.

It wasn't like she wasn't wearing anything.

* * * * *

Serena discarded her clothes on her floor as she sidestepped them to go pick out something in her closet. Standing there in her light pink lingerie, she did not acknowledge a certain raven haired, sapphire eyed male watching her.

Finally, after going through half the closet, she decided on white jean shorts and a ruby red spaghetti strap tank top. Something Serena would define as 'comfortable'.

Darien didn't really know what to think. 'What's with girls these days? That tank top covers less than a sports bra.' He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts.

Walking to her mirror, which was beside the love seat, she took out her hair. Letting the golden tendrils cascade down her back, falling below her knees.

Not a single split end.

* * *

'Since when was her hair THAT long?' Darien thought.

'Since when do you care? Snap out of it, Shields! You look like an idiot.'

'Shut up and leave me alone.'

'I will, after you stop gaping. Now get back to reality, you still have an assignment to follow up on.'

'Since when did I become pathetic enough to start arguing with myself?'

* * * * *

After brushing out her golden mane, she reached up to take her glasses off. Almost immediately, her sight focused back to normal.

"Those glass lenses are way too thick," she complained.

'Glass? Meaning she doesn't even need them?' he thought incredulously. Then, letting his eyes roam over her once again, he realized he was now seeing Serena as Serena. Incredible what glasses, hair elastics, and baggy clothes can do to a person.

Snapping out of his musing, he looked around to find no one in site. 'She left already? Oh well, might as well follow her,' he thought as he walked over and picked up his rose.

Just as he was halfway out the door, he stopped. Something kept nagging at his conscience. Replaying the last few minutes in his head, he found everything the way it should be.

Everything was perfectly normal.

But his thoughts kept turned towards his rose. There wasn't anything wrong with it...so why did he keep getting weird vibes from it? Something wasn't right.

Taking out his crystal dome, he examined it closely, not even sure what he was looking for. Then as if out of nowhere, he found it.

*

There were only eleven petals.

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To be continued.....