Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Remedies to Cure the Jaded Heart ❯ chp. 1 ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: this is like wow…..

 

Summary: Serena's a famous model and Darien's a business corporate. Both are somewhat unhappy with their present life styles. but wait...they were enemies when they were younger, and brilliant me is gonna create world war II

 

“But I love you!”

 

Those were the last words she had ever said to him. After he had called security up to take her away, that was all that he remembered about her. Well besides the fact that she was a whore. It didn't matter to him that she loved him. But what truly worried him at the moment was who the identity of his new victim would belong to. Women in his life just came and went. There was no need to get attached to any of them. After all, women would grovel at his feel just pleading for him to send a glance their way. He viewed women just as a warm pair of inviting thighs for him to sink into and take his pleasure. Who needed love when a person had everything that he had? Only fools needed loves. He sat in his office for a few minutes longer to ponder his new situation of having to find a new whore. This would make the front page for sure. He had gotten so used to the press following him that he no longer heeded them. He looked up at the clock and saw that he should have gone home hours ago.

 

After he had shut down his computer and locked the door to his office, he found that he was the only person left in the whole building. The only person that worked after hours was him. All the lights in the building were off except for his. He sighed and reopened his office to turn off the light. It wasn't an unusual occurrence that he was alone in the building by himself. Alone. That's how he always was. Alone and isolated. After he turned off the light in his office, he left the building and headed home.

 

Serena's POV (actually more like my view of serena)

She sighed as she stared out the window. She swirled the remaining wine left in her glass and watched it settle back down. The girls had been kind enough to drop by that night for some girl time.

 

She stared across the street and noticed how it was peculiar that in the whole corporate building, only one light was on. “Who the hell works this late at night?” she cursed and muttered. Whoever it was must have been a fool. She closed her eyes and grimaced, while blocking the giggles and laughter in the background.

 

Today her shoot hadn't gone as planned, so it had been hectic. Not only did her work affect her mood, but several other factors contributed to her anger. As the day dragged on, things only got worse. Sometimes being a model wasn't as great as people glamorized it to be.

 

All her life she had dreamt of the current life she was living now. What she had wanted was the glamour, the glitz, the fun, and the freedom. But now that she had it all, she still felt like a part of her life was missing. Men in her life came and went. She had the looks, the money, and a great personality. What else more could a guy ask for? Actually another way to reword her question was what else could she ask for if she had everything she wanted already?

 

Sometimes life just wasn't fair. The constant flashes of cameras and scandals were starting to tire her. She hadn't even gotten wrinkles yet, but she felt jaded. She still had her bubbly personality, but most of it had drained away because of weariness.

 

Most of the time she no longer had time for “fun.” She was turning into a monster that she had promised herself that she wouldn't turn into. She sloshed the wine in her cup for a while longer, till it no longer amused her. Then, the light in the office went off. Everyone had to take a break from work. She had learned that the hard way. As she thought about her past and present struggles, the corners of her mouth turned up. “And life goes on…”

 

Darien's pov (at least my interpretation of it)

The minute he walked into his house, all he did was head straight towards the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. Afterwards, he got ready for bed. He hoped that the minute that his head touched the pillow, that he would fall asleep. But alas, sleep eluded him and slipped out of his slippery hands. This also was not an unusual occurrence. This was why he usually brought home whores for entertainment, to waste the night away. But when he was alone, his fears gnawed away at him and left a burning feeling in his gut.

 

He was even tired of holding up his façade, so society could have their infamous bachelor. As he thought about his friends, he realized that he didn't even know who his real friends were anymore. Money and greed had corrupted everyone that he knew.

 

Tomorrow he decided with finality that he would find someone new to entertain him. But after work though. He had to pick out the models for his latest advertisements first. Perhaps he could pick up one of the models.

 

A/N: whaddya think? My readers from my other stories probably hate me now. I noe I am starting new stories like at random and not finishing my other stories…. But some time in the near future I will try to or attempt to finish them.