Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Goddess Collector ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

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

A.N. :Icess: Ok everyone, this is a new fic called "The Goddess Collector" which is going to be a collaboration between myself, and my sister RedSheWolf79. It is an alternate reality Sailor Moon fic, featuring your favorite couple; Darien and Serena! This may be a bit out of character for Serena and Darien, as they definately don't act this way in the show, but hey... that's what an alternate reality fic is for!Woohoo! APPLAUSE We hope you guys enjoy!
:Red: LOL Here's tohoping that we can get this updated a bit faster than it took us to get the prologue done and approved by both sides.. what it only took us like two months to get this going. So please enjoy this collaborated effort, hopefully to be the first of many! Please feel free to review and let us know what ya'll think!
Disclaimer: We do not own Sailor Moon and its affiliated characters. They all belong to Naoko Takeuchi, DiC, and Toei Animation.
Prologue
It was a warm beautiful California day; with a light breeze wafting in giving the normal intense heat a nice cool off; the sun was shining in a clear blue sky without a cloud in sight. A textbook perfect day.
The parade grounds of the Los Angeles Police Academy were still full of people congratulating each other on their recent graduations. Proud parents shook their graduates hand, and bragged about what a fine officer they were going to be.
Girlfriends and boyfriends alike embraced, kissed, or stood draped on the arm of their respective partners. Everyone was extremely happy. Everyone it seemed save for two people who stood in the mist of the merriments glaring at each other.
“I can't believe you're standing there telling me this.” The cornflower blue eyed, honey blond haired woman balked at midnight blue eyed, jet-black haired man who stood before her. “What the hell do you mean that you're going to stay in LA?” She was yelling at him now, and everyone was turning to stare at them, but she didn't seam to care. She couldn't believe the man she loved, and had loved for the past twelve years of her life, was standing not two feet away from her telling her that it was over between them.
It should have been one of the best days of her life. Here she was graduating with high honors from the Los Angeles Police Academy, one of the best in the U.S.; and she had landed the job she wanted back in her hometown of Shell Beach.
He had called her this morning and told her, “After the ceremony, I have something really important to tell you.”
She had been a jumble of nerves all day long thinking that Darien had planned on asking for her hand in marriage.
Instead here he stood telling her his “important” news was that he was staying in LA in order to make Detective and further his career.
“And what about us?” She asked when he did not respond.
“We don't want the same things Serena. When I left Shell Beach I swore that I was never going to go back. You have known that the entire time we have been together. And you know perfectly well why I can't, and won't go back.” He'd said sharply.
“That happened almost thirteen years ago! And your bastard of a stepfather has been dead for near ten of those thirteen years! I thought you had put that whole mess with him behind you, I thought you had changed your mind, I thought being with me was more important then you holding some stupid grudge against some fucked up asshole who's been dead for almost a fucking decade!
“Besides you knew perfectly well that I wanted to go back and work with my uncle. And you knew I expected you to come back with me! For the love of god if you had no intention at all of going back with me then why did you let me waste all my time with you?” She roared.
He continued to stare at her coolly. His eyes flashing only briefly signifying that she had hit a nerve. He wasn't going to answer her, not that he needed to, the look he gave her spoke volumes. With that one look her twenty two year old heart shattered. Had he ever truly loved her or had it always been about sex for him?
Her mind screamed at her that she should have seen it coming. She should have known he would pull something like this. Everything she knew about his past told her that he was no good when it came to relationships. She knew his stepfather was to blame for that. But her foolishly naive and now hopelessly shattered heart had told her things were going to be okay, that thanks in large part to her he had healed from his past and had put it behind him. And she had believed it. Apparently her heart had been very, very wrong.
She felt the tears welling up inside her like a massive tidal wave ready to crash into the California coastline, but she forced them back, absolutely refusing to cry in front of him. Not wanting him to realize how much he had just crushed the most treasured of all her dreams; having a life and family with the only man she had ever loved, not that she thought that he would really even care. At this point he had just proven that he didn't care about her or her feelings at all.
Realizing this she gave him the coolest glare she could and said, “Well then, I won't waste any more of your time. I truly hope that your happy with the choice you've made, and I absolutely wish you the best of luck with your career.” Even she could here the venom that dripped from her words, but right now she didn't care. She wanted him to know she was well and truly pissed with him.
Then she turned on her heel and left him standing there in the middle of the parade grounds. Not even bothering to look back.