Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Children of the Night ❯ It’s Showtime ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3- It's Showtime

By: Hime

Email me at: hime@alloymail.com

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"We are the girls, we are the girl's, we are the girl's of rock 'n roll!"

-The Chippette's

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Serena rushed through the glass door Silvermoon's at exactly 1:47p.m. making her 17 minutes late.

"You're late." Sahra accused Serena. The upset wereleopard stepped out from behind the counter; hand's on her jean-clad hips and glowered at her friend.

"I've got a date." Serena announced calmly. Two seconds passed, and then suddenly Sahra and Serena clasped hands and jumped up and down.

"Is this a two person thing or can anyone jump in?"

Serena turned to Faye and told the girl, "I've got a date!"

"That's great. I haven't seen you date in the two years I've lived with you…what's his name?"

Serena's smile started to slip. "Mamoru."

"Mamoru what?"

"Um, I only caught Mamoru."

Faye frowned. "What does he do for a living?"

"Ah, I know he's not a cop."

"Do you know anything about him at all?" Faye asked, exasperated.

"He might have a dog or he might not."

"You're starting to sound like Sahra!"

Sahra looked up from her nails and said, "Yes?"

Faye rolled her eyes. "You don't know anything at all about him, yet you agreed to have dinner with him? Are you crazy!"

"Crazy like a fox." Sahra said, looking at both of them. When they only looked back at her, Sahra smiled and looked down at her nails again.

"When was the last time you've went on a date anyway? Faye demanded.

Serena pouted and said, "College. Look, I'm an adult. I can take care of myself."

"You know how much jerks there are out there. This is New York City! I meet them everyday!"

"You go out looking for them. That's who you eat!"

"People are watching you know," Sahra said, "there also leaving. Anyway, Serena can't go on a date tonight."

Faye smiled superiorly. "See, Sahra agrees with me."

"No, I don't." Sahra said, "We have a gig tonight."

Serena smacked herself on the forehead. "I forgot. When is it?"

"Eight at the Firetrap."

Serena brightened. "I'll meet him at seven and then bring him along."

"You're actually going to let someone you know watch you?" Faye asked curiously. As long as the three of them had been in a band, Serena had been embarrassed about it. She didn't even let her family know she was in a band. A year ago, when the band that Sahra was in, went defunct, she had begged Serena and Faye to perform with her. All she needed was exposure and then she could join up with another group. But here they were, doing another performance together. 'We were conned.' Faye had thought to herself after the year had past.

"I'm not good?" Serena asked nervously.

Sahra said to her best friend, "You're great! I would never have asked you to perform if you weren't." Serena gave Sahra a hug and gave a look to Faye as if saying, "See, at least she thinks I'm good." Faye rolled her eyes again.

"I'm just worried about you. Like how you worry about me. Please don't take it the wrong way." Faye pleaded with the golden haired girl.

Serena reached out for Faye and pulled her into a hug with Sahra in the middle. For a moment or two, the three young women swayed together in the quiet shop.

"Heh heh heh…I always knew witches were lesbians."

The three broke apart and looked at the man in front of them. Altogether they gave him a sultry look and slithered their way to him. Serena stood in front of the young man, hands on his black shirt that read, "Cat: The other white meat". Her hands hovered over the word 'meat', before placing them right on his scrawny chest. She looked up at him under her lashes, and whispered softly, "Well only when we don't have the company of a strong, virile man."

"Oh yes," Sahra purred into his left ear, her warm breath made him shiver. "It's been ever so long and you look perrrrrfect."

Hands wrapped around his front from the back and Faye began to pet Serena's long hair. Faye then started to caress his chest and then moved to his back. By now the guy was groaning. Faye massaged his shoulder blades, ran her thumbs down his spine before reaching the waistband of his pants. Feeling around, she grabbed the hem of his white underwear and with a big grin, pulled it up as hard as she could. With her vampire-strength, she managed to give him a world-class wedgie.

"AHHHHHHHH! He screamed and jumped away from the three. They all laughed and hooted as he hopped out of the store, trying to dig out what should not have been pulled into in the first place.

"That was the best." Sahra wheezed out, bending over and holding her stomach. "We haven't done that in a while. I wonder if those jerks tell their friends about us?"

"Speaking of jerks," Faye continued, as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened, "can't you see why I don't want you going out with some guy you don't even know?"

"Okay, okay. Why don't you two meet him at the apartment with me? If he doesn't cross the threshold, then that means he's bad. But if he does, you have to shut-up and let me live my life."

"That sounds great. I get to meet your new boyfriend." Sahra grinned.

"He's not my new boyfriend," Serena protested, and then mumbled, "at least not yet."

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Serena stood center stage, in front of the plain microphone stand in front of her. She glistened in the spotlight, the light catching the glitter on her white tank top and the glitter applied on her shoulders and arms. The black of her short skirt contrasted to her porcelain-hued legs, which made them look much longer then usual. Her long hair was in a thick braid, hanging down her back. Her head was bowed a bit; her long bangs hiding her eyes and when she looked up at the audience, those blue sapphires were filled with tears. Her hands were wrapped around the mike as she leaned forward to sing:

"I can't blame the rain,

for all of this pain.

No, I can't blame the rain…

But I can blame…you…"

As Serena's voice trailed off, her eyes closed once more and Sahra started her drum solo, the vibrations filled the air as she savagely pounded her most prize possession. The lights on stage picked up her pink highlight and glittered off of the sheen of sweat on her shoulders, bared by a leopard skin halter-top. On the eighth count, Faye began to play along on her lead guitar, eyes closed as she jammed along. Her black hair swirled around her, playing peek-a-boo with the skin shown by her black, strapless mini-dress. Soon, Serena opened her eyes and in them was an explosion of feeling. She opened her ruby-stained lips and began to sing about how that guy would never win, would never break her heart forever. As she sang, the clubbers danced in the crowded area, gyrating to the sound, to the feeling.

Off to the side, Mamoru smiled at the singer on stage. Who knew that the girl he had made blush that afternoon was now telling her ex-lover to pack up and leave--she had better things to do then baby-sit him. He brought his drink up to his lips and almost choked when he saw her making eyes at some other guy dancing close to the stage. He knew that was part of the song, part of the show, but he still felt a surge of raw anger that someone-some other male was making eyes at his-his-was she his? That thought calmed his fire and he again took a sip of his drink. 'So fast and furious-is this what mom meant when she told me about her and dad?' He watched as Serena seductively danced with the microphone stand as she sang about needing someone who could light a fire that even the rain could not put out. The music began to linger over chords, the beat not so wild. Serena began on her last verse, singing about searching for the one she would truly love, when she looked straight at him, and Mamoru felt something connect with her-a longing, a feeling, a love? Her last note died on her lips, her eyes still locked with his. Her friend, Faye, nudged her with her hips, causing Serena to break the spell and look at her band mate. They smiled at each other and they turned to the audience to smile at them. That had been their last song of the night.

The audience went wild in applause; whistles and shouts filled the space and the announcer was booed at when he rushed on stage. He smiled though, ruefully. He knew why they booed: his appearance meant the end of the show. He went to the front of the stage and Serena graciously passed her microphone to him. Taking it, he began to speak.

"And that was Children of the Night! Show them how much we love them here!" The crowd responded in full force, shouting out Serena's, Faye's, and Sahra's nick names: Moon Child, Dark Child, and Wild Child. Serena brushed stray pieces of hair away from her face and waved to the crowd. Faye tacked on a polite smile, though she hated her stupid nickname-hated nicknames to begin with. And Sahra stood up behind her drums and waved her hands over her head, loving everything. The three ran off stage as soon as they could and soon, the d.j. began to spin a local favorite dance tune. The audience then turned toward each other and began to match themselves up without any trouble.

Serena searched the crowd for her date. They hadn't met up at her apartment actually. He called around six saying there was an emergency he had to look after and wanted to know if they could meet somewhere in the city later on. Serena didn't know whether to feel let down that he wouldn't be able to pass the threshold test or happy that she didn't have to introduce him to Faye and Sahra yet. She knew one of them would say something embarrassing, though which one, she wasn't sure of.

Jumping up and down wasn't easy in her 4-inch heels, but she managed to spot him before breaking one of them or her ankles. Quickly she made her way toward him and wasn't surprised when Faye and Sahra followed her without saying a word. She gave them one look over her shoulder, which said plainly, 'Behave.' Which they answered with a look 'We will.' When she turned her head forward once more, Faye and Sahra shared a look of their own, 'We'll behave if he does.'

The trio finally reached him and he gave a huge smile to Serena. He reached out and pulled her toward him, he's 5'11" frame towering over her slim stature. He raven-hair contrasted with her golden locks, as bent his head toward her lips as she began to talk to him, asking him if he enjoyed the show. Smiling, he told her that as long as he was watching her he was happy. Faye and Sahra shared a look and a raised eyebrow. Having Vampire and wereleopard hearing was a big advantage in the noisy room. Sahra then stuck her pointer finger in her mouth and made gagging motions when Serena turned to introduce them to Mamoru, whose last name she found out was Shields.

Serena's face was red, from embarrassment or anger she wasn't sure which. Sahra was so shocked at being caught doing what she was doing, that she froze like that. Faye slapped her hand to her forehead in disbelief. It was Mamoru's laughter that broke the tension.

"I bet you're Sahara." He said, holding his hand out toward the wereleopard. The hand that had been at her mouth was now behind her head in embarrassment. She nodded and then grinned at him. She returned his handshake heartily and only when he gave a slight wince, did she let go. He then turned to Faye and said, "Nice to meet you." Faye looked at his outstretched hand and then back to Serena's urging face. She sighed and took it within hers, his palm cool and slightly rough. She made sure not to hurt him and let go as soon as it was polite. Serena beamed a smile her way.

"This is Ma-" she began to speak, when interrupted by the tall man beside her.

"My name is Darien Shields." He smiled again. From his side, Serena's face went confused as did her friends.

"Serena called you Mamoru," Sahra said and then asked, "Did your emergency have anything to do with you changing your name?"

Everyone blinked. Serena then pulled him aside. "You told me you're name was Mamoru!" She hissed to him. "What are you trying to pull?"

He smiled down at her. "I'm sorry but my name really is Darien Mamoru Shields. It's just that only those close to me call me Mamoru." If it weren't for the dark lighting in the club, you would have been able to see his slight blush at his confession. Serena's face softened and then turned red as she processed what she just heard. She glanced down at the floor and then over to her friends. They nodded, having heard what he had said to her. Faye almost smiled before stopping herself and Sahra wanted to do the gagging motion again but common sense told her that this wouldn't be a good time to do it.

Turning back to her friends, Serena announced to them as if they never heard what had transpired between her and Mamoru, "Call him Darien."

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