Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Fate of a Kiss ❯ Part I ( Chapter 1 )

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

The fate of a kiss (Updated 21-Oct-04 22:46:32)
By: Ree-b
Rating: PG

Part I * the young tyke scene: hold my hand

Disclaimer: great thanx to the genius who thought up SM, Naoko Takeuchi

Author's POV

It was Darien's first day of school. He had never been to school before like
the other children had. But he was not like the other children. Darien had no
family. He lived at the Juuban Orphanage. He was in the first grade. He walked
into a room full of children his age. They all stared; excited that something
out of the ordinary was happening. The tall woman at the front of the room
beckoned him to come close. She knelt down to him.

"You must be my new student. I'm Ms. Helen." He greeted her courteously with a
bow. "Class, this is Darien Chiba. Say hello."

"Hello Darien." The class rang with the children's voices.

"Hello." His voice seemed small and suppressed under their watchful eyes. His
teacher spoke again.

"Darien, you can sit at that seat at the back." He walked to his appointed seat.
He sat at the back of the row, surrounded by five girls: two blondes, a brunette,
a girl with raven hair, and one with blue hair. One of the blondes caught his
eye. She had her hair pulled back into two buns. Her eyes were the prettiest
sky blue. She smiled at him as he sat down. The teacher resumed her lesson.
Class was very boring. Ms. Helen was teaching the class how to add. Darien
already knew how to add. He actually knew a lot harder things. He had started to
teach himself many things from the books in the Juuban Orphanage Library. His
mind started to wander. He thought of the new book sitting in his briefcase that
would be much more interesting than the addition lecture. Just as his young mind
started trailing down the many possible paths a book might take, Darien heard his
name being called. He looked up to see that Ms. Helen had called on him to
answer the questions on the board. He could tell by the looking her eyes and her
crossed arms that she had caught him daydreaming and he wouldn't know the answer.
Darien stood from his desk and walked to the chalkboard. He grabbed the white
chalk from his teacher's outstretched hand. He proceeded to write the answers
to each question. Shocked, Ms. Helen told him he was correct and could take his
seat. Darien walked back to his seat with a smirk on his face.
The bell rang, signaling the start of recess. Darien leisurely grabbed a
book from his briefcase and headed to a secluded swing set. After a few minutes
he was so engrossed in his book that he didn't notice the boy that came up to
him. The boy had dirty blonde hair and a cheerful smile. He was older, about
fourth or fifth grade. He cleared his throat.
"Ahem. You are the new boy in Ms. Helen's class, right? I'm Andrew. Ms.
Helen wanted me to talk to you about how you like this school. So, what do you
think?"
"It is okay, I guess." He glanced around the playground. It was exactly
how all the books he read had described it. A young girl caught his eyes. He
recognized her as the blonde from his class. At that same moment the blonde
turned to him and smiled. "I don't really have anything to compare it to.
This is the first school I've ever been to." Andrew looked confused.
"But Ms. Helen said that you were ahead of the class, that you already
knew addition. How can you know all of this without going to school?" Darien
lifted his book back to his face.
"I read it in a book. I read a lot of things in books." Darien lifted
his eyes back to the blonde girl. This time she gave him a small wave.
Darien blushed and waved back. Andrew noticed and gave a small smile.
"Do you know her, Darien?"
"She sits by me in class. She is very nice." Darien somehow felt he
could open up to this older boy.
"I know her, too. She is like a little sister to me. She always
comes into my dad's arcade with her mom. She always gets the same thing, a
triple chocolate sundae with whipped cream and extra sprinkles. She is
nice to pretty much everyone. But she only has four good friends."
"Are they the other girls that sit near her in class?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"It just seemed that they were good friends." As if the girl could
tell they were talking about her, she started to head over to the two boys.
"Hey Andrew! Hi Darien! My name is Serena. How are you liking our
school?" Darien was amazed that she had remembered his name.
"It is fine."
"Well, my friends are waiting for me. I'll see you in class."
Andrew chatted with Darien as he thought about how mature and smart the boy
seemed. He even knew about some of the topics they were learning in his own
fourth grade class.

When the bell rang again indicating recess was over the boys said their
farewells and went their separate ways.
When Darien got back to his classroom, Ms. Helen asked Darien to
come to her Desk. She said he was a very smart boy and since he was just
starting at the school, he needed to take a special test to see how much he
knew. He thought this was odd, but he took the long test back to his seat.
As the students around him were reading from various picture books, Darien
breezed through the science, math, and writing questions. Just as many of
the children were finishing their books, Darien returned the test to Ms.
Helen's desk. She picked it up with a smile, glancing over the answers.
"Wait, Darien. You didn't answer this one. Would you like to give
it a try?"
"No thank you. I didn't know the answer to that one."
"You can make a guess. You have a chance that you will get it right."
"But I would still know that I did not know the answer." He turned
on his heel and walked back to his seat. Astounded by the honesty of the boy,
Ms. Helen walked to the front of the room and started a new lesson. Darien
wasn't really pay any attention to her talk about grammar.
Just as he had started to drown her out, there was a tap on his shoulder.
The brunette behind him passed a note to him. Inside was the loopy writing of
the blonde he had talked to at recess. This is what was written:

~Hi Darien,
You were really nice at the swings. Will you be friends with me? All of my
friends call me Bunny. Please write back.
~Serena(Bunny)

He immediately scribbled a note back.

~Hello Serena,
You seem nice too. I would enjoy being your friend.
~Darien

He passed it back to her. She smiled sweetly.

The next day, Ms. Helen held Darien after school. She said that he
was going to get to talk to the principal today. He was led into an office
with a large wooden desk. It was semi-colourful, accents of bright apple
red. In front of the desk were four chairs. Two were occupied already by
a man he recognized as the guardian at the orphanage and by a woman he was
told was the guidance counselor. Ms. Helen sat as well and motioned for him
to do the same. Shortly, a portly man with gray hair and a beard came in and
sat down behind the desk.


"Darien, we have a special chance for you." He smiled. Smiled as if he had found a
glimmering light where there was no flame. He was told that he was a special boy and they
wanted him to be in a higher grade. He would finish out the year in first grade. He
would be given the course material for the grade he would miss so that he might catch up.
Then when the new school year started, He would skip three years and be in 5th grade
instead of 2nd. The adults all seemed quite concerned by how this might affect him. But
he was un-fazed. He told them all he would be very happy to be in a classroom where he
could challenge himself. So it was decided he would skip three grades at the end of the
year. So he studied excitedly for the remainder of the year. But as time went by, he
became good friends with Bunny. They would sit and talk at recess. He felt he could say
anything to her and actually told her about his loss of parents and memory. They would
pass notes in class. Sometimes Bunny would draw funny pictures and other times they would
talk seriously. Darien would walk Bunny to the arcade with Andrew everyday. Andrew and
Darien would watch her eat a triple chocolate sundae with whipped cream and extra
sprinkles, her favorite, until her mom came to pick her up. Then he would walk back to
the orphanage. They had become the best of friends and he realized he would miss her very
much when he changed grades next year.
The last day of school came. It was sad to see the two. They would
still be at the same school next year but they knew it would not be the same.
They wouldn't see each other in class or everyday at recess. Darien would also
have to study hard at first to keep up so he wouldn't have much time to come to
the arcade. They were silent that day. Neither wanted to be the one to say
goodbye. Then Bunny's mom came in to take her home. He stood and gave her a
fierce hug. Bunny was surprised by his actions, but hugged back nonetheless.

"Come on, Bunny. It's time to go home. You will see each other next year." At
her mother's words, the dams broke loose. Bunny's eyes welled up instantly.

"But it won't be the same! I'm going to miss you, Darien!" And she launched
herself back into his arms. He pulled her back to look at her. He smiled his
quirky grin and wiped at her tears.

"Don't worry, Bunny. I will see you again." Then he place a light kiss on her
cheek. She gave a little sniff and smile crookedly. She knew it was true. Knew
that no matter what happened, they would see each other again. As she walked
away, holding her mothers hand, Darien let a single tear fall down his face.

He was right that they would see each other again. But it would be much later.
The next year Darien spent most of his time studying to get into an elite school
the next year. He made it for sixth grade and continued his studies there. They
never even ran into each other at the arcade until High school. By that time, Darien
had become good friends with Andrew, with whom he was now in the same
grade, and spent most of his time in at the counter studying and talking with
Andrew. But they had both changed so much, neither had known it.

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So, tell me what you think.
Ree-B
ree_chan_angel@yahoo.com
http://www.geocities.com/total_ai/