Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Inc. ❯ Prologue
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By: MarshAngel 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.11.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 418 | Visits: 551 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.11.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 418 | Visits: 551 | Status: Completed
Title: Inc-prologuue
Rating: PG-13- mild sexual references, language.
Author: MarshAngel
E-mail: watsonma@hotmail.com
webpage: http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshangel/angelmoon.htm
Somehow I feel it's a bit redundant to say I don't own Sailor Moon, so I won't.
Sue Me if you will, but between us both, Ihave nothing you could possibly want.
I orginally put up chapters of this story before I realized that I had no idea where
it was going. Unfortunately for those of you who liked the beginning I left you hanging
for quite a while because of writers block. I finally have the story done however and I've
learned my lesson and some valuable writing experience. I'll never put up an incomplete
story again as I have a tendency to right in a rather non-linear fashion. Anyway...
on with the story....
"I don't appreciate the way you're handling this. This company has
been in my family for three generations, I will not have you split it up like a
cheap block of wood. I'll be damned if you'll take away what is rightfully
mine!" The old man was red faced with anger. People had begun to stare
and whisper.
"Calm yourself before you give yourself a heart attack Henry."
"How dare you!" Henry Vicente sputtered, disbelieving the pure calm
and what could easily be conceived as complete boredom on Derencourt's
face. "I swear I will fight this, you arrogant son of a bitch. I won't let some
upcoming snot nosed kid like you do this to My Company! Men like you are
exactly what's wrong with this country and I swear you'll regret this!" He
watched as a cynical smile crossed the dark, handsome features of the
man he now considered his enemy.
"Strange words coming from a Capitalist and a Republican,"
Derencourt said softly.
"Fuck you Derencourt!" He stalked out of the restaurant feeling the
eyes of the wealthy patrons piercing his back.
"That was cold even for you," the beautiful woman sitting beside him
spoke for the first time since Vicente had begun his tirade. Her face was a
vision of pure calm and utter serenity, a mirror of his own.
"It's business, Setsuna. I don't get emotionally involved."
Setsuna stared at her friend and boss, amazed at how controlled he
was. There were times she wasn't sure how he managed to do his job with
a clear conscience.
"He's right you know. You are an arrogant son of a bitch."
Darien Derencourt, arrogant SOB extraordinaire merely raised an
eyebrow.
Rating: PG-13- mild sexual references, language.
Author: MarshAngel
E-mail: watsonma@hotmail.com
webpage: http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshangel/angelmoon.htm
Somehow I feel it's a bit redundant to say I don't own Sailor Moon, so I won't.
Sue Me if you will, but between us both, Ihave nothing you could possibly want.
I orginally put up chapters of this story before I realized that I had no idea where
it was going. Unfortunately for those of you who liked the beginning I left you hanging
for quite a while because of writers block. I finally have the story done however and I've
learned my lesson and some valuable writing experience. I'll never put up an incomplete
story again as I have a tendency to right in a rather non-linear fashion. Anyway...
on with the story....
"I don't appreciate the way you're handling this. This company has
been in my family for three generations, I will not have you split it up like a
cheap block of wood. I'll be damned if you'll take away what is rightfully
mine!" The old man was red faced with anger. People had begun to stare
and whisper.
"Calm yourself before you give yourself a heart attack Henry."
"How dare you!" Henry Vicente sputtered, disbelieving the pure calm
and what could easily be conceived as complete boredom on Derencourt's
face. "I swear I will fight this, you arrogant son of a bitch. I won't let some
upcoming snot nosed kid like you do this to My Company! Men like you are
exactly what's wrong with this country and I swear you'll regret this!" He
watched as a cynical smile crossed the dark, handsome features of the
man he now considered his enemy.
"Strange words coming from a Capitalist and a Republican,"
Derencourt said softly.
"Fuck you Derencourt!" He stalked out of the restaurant feeling the
eyes of the wealthy patrons piercing his back.
"That was cold even for you," the beautiful woman sitting beside him
spoke for the first time since Vicente had begun his tirade. Her face was a
vision of pure calm and utter serenity, a mirror of his own.
"It's business, Setsuna. I don't get emotionally involved."
Setsuna stared at her friend and boss, amazed at how controlled he
was. There were times she wasn't sure how he managed to do his job with
a clear conscience.
"He's right you know. You are an arrogant son of a bitch."
Darien Derencourt, arrogant SOB extraordinaire merely raised an
eyebrow.