Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Path ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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I don't own Sailor Moon, but Jordan Smith, and Danielle Boitech are my characters.

Title: Dangerous Path
Chapter: 3
Rating: R/NC17
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor/Action/Adventure
Author: Pure Euphoria
Summary: After a violent night, 17-year-old Serena Le Blanche is left homeless with no money. She has no choice but to go live with a LAPD officer until she can get back on her feet. But burning passion elopes them. She wants him. He wants her. But will her age stop whatever might've been?

For the rest of the week, as Jordan predicted, Serena spent her time in her room, either crying or forcing herself not to cry. Every time Darien asked her if she wanted anything, Serena declined, saying that she wasn't hungry.

Now, she lay there in a rectangular room that felt more like an cage, crying still over her dead brother. The whole accident proved to be an overload for her as she could feel the insanity creeping in the back of her mind. The white room wasn't helping either.

This was crazy. There was absolutely nothing she could do that would bring Carlos back. It was time to move on. She had to. She had to start living again. Or else Carlos gave up his life for nothing. He saved her from being raped, and for that, she was thankful beyond words. So, wherever he was, she was going to show him that his choice wasn't for nothing.

With that vow, Serena dragged herself away from the bed to the still unpacked suitcases. Unzipping the bag, she rummaged through it to find something more suitable to wear. Settling on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, Serena opened the door and headed out into the living room.

It was only twelve o'clock, so Darien wouldn't be home for some time. Wasting no time, she charged for the kitchen and opened the fridge. Serena barely ate in the last week, and it was time to make up for that. She was sure that Darien wouldn't mind if she cleaned out his fridge a bit, the guy let her stay here.

Pulling open the door, she found nothing but boxes of frozen pizza and beer. Cursing under her breath, she grabbed one box and looked around for the microwave. Serena couldn't believe that he was living off of this. It was not healthy and, in her opinion, disgusting.

Taking out a plate, she put the pizza into the microwave and set the time. She had to start thinking about a job and applying for school. There was no time to waste. But today she was going to relax, and get ready for the life ahead of her.

The place wasn't very big, but she loved it. About 15 feet from her own room was Darien's room. The kitchen was small and was separated from the rest of the room by an island bar, which was surrounded by three wooden stools.

Looking to the right of her room, she was countered with a glass sliding door. Stepping outside, Serena surveyed her surroundings. About a hundred yards or so, was the beach. She couldn't remember the last time she paid a visit to that foreign place. She should definitely go, maybe even today as tomorrow, she would be busy searching for a job.

Then, there was school. Oh, yes, how could she forget that. With the two months left in the school year, she had to apply now, before it was too late for her to graduate. And another year in high school would be horrible.

During those younger teen years, Serena found out that she hated high school, and disliked the students. Mainly because most of them were immature and childish, especially the popular group. It was almost sad when they pranced around the school as if they owned it. It was way too cliché.

And the guys. The guys were disgusting and despicable. The talk among them was that of who got laid last night or who got the most drunk. It was sickening to think that anyone would actually go for a guy like that. One with no manners or future. What she was looking for was someone more mature, someone who didn't yell out 'Ew!' when they found out that a less popular girl liked them.

Well, she could always dream. The smarter guys these days were way too shy to her liking. Serena always dreamed of a dominating and demanding boyfriend who would take her into his arms and into the bedroom for hours on end.

The one thing she loved about herself was her dirty and imaginative mind. It kept her entertained even when she was isolated from everyone else.

And she was most likely to be found by herself. Ever since the death of her parents, she was sheltered herself from the outside world, and even when she tried, making friends was particularly hard for her.

But now wasn't the time for her life story to be told. She took a glance through the glass at the clock on the wall. Five fifty. Darien should be home any minute.

A burning smell filled her nostrils. The pizza! Damn. She leaped inside and lunged for the microwave, with one swift motion turning it off. What the fuck was she doing? She couldn't even cook a piece of shitty pizza. She really had to stop spacing out all the time.

Serena rummaged through the cupboards, searching for anything to dispose of the smell. When turning empty handed, she grabbed a towel and started waving it madly around the dark smoke, thinning it out. She trailed the smoke out through the opened doors and outside. Just in time, too, as the lock turned and Darien walked in.

At first, he seemed surprised as he stared at her through his dark blue eyes. "Hey," came the greeting. Giving a small smile, Serena seated herself on the wooden stool and perched her chin on her hand, her gaze following him. Sensing her gaze, Darien turned around and looked at her in a questioning way. "You cook something?" he indicated the dark crusted pizza. She followed his gaze and blushed, "Yeah, but I'm not very good with microwave type of things. My parents were totally against using things such as that, saying it wasn't the natural way."

Her expression turned somber as she thought about her parents. Which led her to think about her brother. Darien watched the emotions flashed by on her face and searched his brain for a distraction to pull her away before she settled into depression again.

"How about we go buy some groceries? I realize now that we don't share similar tastes in food," he chuckled.

"You mean frozen pizza and beer? Well, I can go for the beer but not the frozen crap."

"Not until you're 18. I'm a cop, I live by the laws," he answered seriously.

"You didn't ever break the law, at all?" she asked incredulously.

"There might've been a few times before I became a cop. But I took a vow to prevent people from breaking the law and engaging in illegal activities and that includes myself as well."

"Well, if you say so. Hold on and let me get dressed, okay? I'll only be a minute," she called over her shoulder before disappearing inside her room.

However, the minute turned into ten minutes and ten minutes turned into thirty minutes as Serena ran from her room to the bathroom and back again. Darien was ready to fall asleep as she answered that she wasn't ready yet when he asked her what was taking her so long. He took that time to think about his recent conversation with Danielle which didn't end too well on his part. He still found it hard to believe that she actually showed up at Jordan's home to interrogate him about being his fiancee after their break-up.

Then there was Serena; the sexy, young Serena. What the Hell kind of a man could refuse that piece of ass? It was unheard of. What made her forbidden, made her tempting.

"Okay, I'm ready to go," called Serena as she came back from the bedroom. Low cut jeans and a green halter top that showed her curvy figure. Damn, he should just jump her here and now, to Hell with consequences. But no, he couldn't. He took an oath, and he was a man of his word. And his word was that he wouldn't engage in illegal activities, which would be exactly what he'd be doing if he had sex with Serena.

Hell, he didn't even know if she felt the same way. He had to stop thinking about this and relax. "Okay, come on."

But if he waited a few more seconds before turning around, he would've noticed Serena giving him a look over.

She looked at his legs in loose jeans, up to his strong back and his broad shoulders. She wondered if the rest of him was that broad and big. Blushing at going down that road, she shook her head to rid of the thoughts of the many hot and sweaty activities she would love to do involving him.

Putting on her shoes, Serena followed Darien out the door. They hopped into the black convertible and sped down the road to the nearest grocery store. The passing scenery; the well groomed gardens, the beautiful people, and the aesthetic buildings astounded her. The people in LA sure knew how to live.

He parked the car in the parking lot of a large building. Since Serena knew nothing of where they were, she closely followed Darien. They neared the entrance and Darien grabbed a cart before they entered the lively structure. Families scurried in different directions, carts pack to their fullest extent. Shelves as high as two grown men were stocked with different products. The products were pilled in boxes rather than cartons.

This was probably where the businesses and large families bought their supplies. She had been to one of these stores in France, the more you buy the more discount you get. Or something of that nature.

So why did Darien bring her here? Voicing her thoughts, she waited for him to answer. "Well, you can buy more, so you don't have to go back to the store in a couple of days. And it's a long easier in my opinion."

"Well, how come the only thing you have is frozen pizza and beer? You do know that it's an unhealthy combination, right?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I really don't have time to go grocery shopping. Being a cop is very tiring work," he chuckled as he scanned the aisles. "All right, how about we get something to drink first, since you aren't old enough to drink alcohol," Darien said as he dragged the cart to the left.

"Gee, thanks for reminding me," she mumbled under her breath as she chased after him.

After hours of different aisles, products and conversation, Serena ready to fall on the floor and never get up. Her legs were killing her, eyes refusing to stay open long enough for her to know where she was going. She walked behind Darien as he dragged a full cart of many essentials.

They took a place in the long line and waited for their turn to check out. Serena looked at the cart through half-closed eyes, not bothering to hide her fatigue, when a thought struck her.

"Darien, you know, you didn't have to buy practically the whole store just because I'm staying with you. I could've lived off of the pizza," she voiced her thoughts, her eyes glued to the floor. She felt guilty. He was a cop; she didn't know how much cops made these days, but still.

"Don't worry about the cost," he said with finality evident in his voice. He turned his back to her leaned on the handle of the cart. This motion gave her complete view of his ass. Holy shit! She forced her gaze away from that piece of meat and searched for anything to occupy her mind in order to delete that vivid image.

After checking out, the walked to the car, unloaded the groceries in the back seat and got in. The drive back was silent. Serena had a faint idea of why it was so quiet and cursed inwardly for saying anything in the store. She must've wounded his ego.

They returned to the house at eight o'clock, and it took them half an hour to put everything in its place, since Serena had no knowledge of where their appropriate places were.

She decided that she should go to bed early as she had a big day ahead of her. Brushing her teeth and washing her face, she bided Darien a goodnight before disappearing into her room for the night.

Somehow, still, she felt embarrassed at showing weakness in the hospital in front of Darien. The death of her parents toughened her, and now her brother.

She changed into her night attire; which was nothing but panties and curled up in the soft blankets she laid on for herself. Sleeping on a bare mattress was no fun.

In her tired state, falling sleep was not hard.

The sun rose above the horizon, coloring the sky in an orange hue. Even though it was still six in the morning, residents of LA were already up and about. Darien slipped through the glass doors, and walked inside, taking off his shoes.

His usual morning routine included a thirty minute jog down the beach. Practically everyone in LA came out bright and early for a run. It was like a fad, only it wasn't temporary. He had to catch a quick shower, eat, get dressed and be at work by seven o'clock.

The looked at the closed door, which led to Serena's room and went back to the task at hand: showering. He didn't know what to think of Serena staying here. Knowing that she was just behind that door gave his an urge to go into her room and do some serious workout on her.

"No, there's no way in Hell that I'm thinking this. I am not attracted to Serena. Fuck, she's 8 years younger than me," he muttered to himself, heading to the bathroom. The cold water was welcomed as it beat against his hot body. The icy stings it left had a resemblance to needles. He stooped his head against the tiles wall and let the water cool down his body temperature. Last night, sleep didn't come easy. His dreams were tormented by a certain blonde and a bed.

Emerging from the bathroom, Darien headed over to his room to get dressed and ready for another day at LAPD. Last night, Serena's question got him reminiscing his high school years and all he did back then. The girls, the parties, the drugs. Every time his thoughts landed on those days, Darien still couldn't believe how much of an idiot he once was. But he was glad he pulled out before things got too out of control.

Putting on a pair of jeans and a shirt, Darien crossed the threshold and headed to the newly packed fridge. Taking out a carton of milk, he reached over to the cereal.

"Good morning," came a cheerful greeting.

He turned to look at her. Hair loose, and a long creme T-shirt draped over her. "Hey," he shot back. "You're awfully happy today. Any particular reason?" Darien questioned, his gaze sweeping over her form. Before his thoughts turned where he didn't want them to go, he focused on his cereal. Was this what was going to become on him? Turning into an old geezer at 25, walking with safety bells, refusing to cross the illegal line? He had to admit, that didn't sound too appealing. Not as appealing as Serena's bare skin against his.

"Crap," he muttered.

"You say something?" she snapped her head up to look at him. "Nah," he countered.

"Well, anyway," Serena started, setting herself down at the wooden stool, "I was thinking -- I mean, if it wasn't too much of a bother -- could you show me where the locall high school is today? I'm going to have to start school if I want to graduate, and I'll need to find a job too." He looked at her, thinking if he would be able to take off a day of work today. Didn't seem possible. Tomorrow was better.

He voiced his thoughts and watched as her facial settled on disappointment. Darien racked his brains for anything he was able to do.

"Well, how about I leave you some newspapers and you can look at the 'wanted' section. There's got to be something there to suit you, and tomorrow I'll take the day off and give you a tour of the city. How's that sound?"

Bringing a spoonful of cereal to his mouth, he was surprised when Serena shot out of her position and leaped and him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Squealing, she jumped up and down in excitement. Darien wretched out of her embrace before he tore off that poor excuse of a shirt and taken her on the spot. You're a cop, Darien. Remember that. You're suppose to set an example, not going around doing minors.

Clearing his throat, Darien forced a smile. Looking at the digits on the microwave flashing 6:45, he told her that he needed to get going if he didn't want to be late.

He was out the door before she could reply. Hopping into his car, he sped away.

Traffic caused him to be late and the lecture Lt. put him through didn't help to lift his mood. By 8 o'clock, he sat at his desk, as miserable as ever.

"Bad day?" asked Jordan, tired of watching Darien fiddle with the pen.

"Horrible," came the dejected reply, "I was just thinking why I got out of bed today."

The ring of the phone interrupted their conversation. Darien answered, nodding his head in agreement as he partook in the conversation. However, he didn't look too happy as he put the receiver back in its' cradle.

"Bad news?" said Jordan, leaning in to hear what Darien had to say.

"The worst. Dominic just called saying we need to talk," he sighed miserably. "Today! At lunch!" If he wasn't in a bad mood a while ago, he sure as Hell was now. Propping his chin on his hand, Darien stared of into space, going over the things Dominic could possibly have to say to him. The good thing was, they were meeting in a café, and Darien doubt Dominic would try -- if that was his game -- anything there.

For the time remaining, Darien sat in his chair, watching the clock move it's hands until it struck 12.

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Dum-dum-dum! That's number three for all of you who liked my story. Well, review and tell me what you think.