Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Whirlwind of Fate ❯ Whirlwind of Fate ( Prologue )
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By: Silversun 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 361 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.30.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 361 | Status: Completed
Tittle: Whirlwind of Fate
By: Silver Sun
Rate: PG-13
Genre: Alternate reality
E-mail: silversun80@hotmail.com
Author's note: This is my first attempt at Fan fiction, well at
least, this is the first fic that I posted on the net anyway. So
be polite, don't you send any flames, though suggestions are
greatly appreciated, please, please (the magic word + the puppy
look). *look up hopefully* is it working?
Disclaimer: All the wonderful characters belong to Naoko Takechi
and DIC, they do not belong to me ( I wish), though some of them
are based on my friends.
My favourite authors: Crystal Heart, Lois Fogg, Alicia Blade,
Karisma Sailor Jess, ect...u know, all the good ones.
Anyway, enough babbles, let's get on with the story.
Whirlwind of Fate
Prologe:Introducing my sad life!
By Silver Sun
Sniff, sniff....
It wasn't my fault that I absolutely loved romance movies and
books. They were the loves of my life. Not that I was idealistic
or anything, but those types of movies just managed to stir up
so many emotions in me, and, romance. It was what I'd always
dreamt about since I was little.
Every Christmas, I would sit around the fireplace, and listen to
my mum's stories. They were always romantic, so romantic.
Sometimes, I wondered if mum felt lonely, I wondered if her
heart had ever yearned for something more. I never asked about
dad. When I was 4, I asked her, and she just told me, that he
left and he'd never come back, so I naturally took in that fact,
and I didn't dare mention his name in mum's presence. Not that
she would get angry every time, she'd just become unusually
quite, a far away look in her eyes. My Mum was a strong woman, a
woman with courage. She was also a beautiful woman, she had long
black hair, and dark, azure eyes, almost mesmerising. She could
have had so many men, but she said she wanted to take care of
me, so it was always her and me in our little cosy house. I
remember the first Christmas that I spent away from home. And I
often wondered what she was doing then. Probably baking one of
her extraordinary cookies. She told me that she got the recipes
from my grandmother, and she'd teach me so I can teach my own
daughter some day. I had missed her so much, and I wasn't even
sure if I could survive without her. She was like the light, my
light for the life journey, where things were dark and unclear.
But I never could learn my mum's cookie recipes. In my second
year, I received a call from my grandma, she told me mum died. I
couldn't believe it then, and I didn't. I spent a whole week
crying myself to sleep. I couldn't even begin to describe what
she meant to me, except by saying everything. She was everything
to me. I had thought of giving everything up, I had thought of
suicide, dead and all other things. That was when I met Raye. We
had never gotten along before, but when she knew my mum died,
she had just simply hugged me, and cried with me through the
night. I never knew the soft side that Raye had, she had poured
out her soul to me that night. She told me about her life, how
she was always alone, when her grandpa died when she was just
13. Raye helped me learn that. Even though our loved ones died,
they were never really gone, they'd stay with us, and guide us
through the rest of our lives, may be not as bright as the light
that we used to have, but just as passionate as an eternal
flame. But more importantly I had gained a wonderful friend.
Though we fought a lot, she was like a sister to me, and I
couldn't imagine my life without Raye. Raye and I moved in an
apartment, and there we met Amy and Lita. Immediately, we grown
fond of each other and became inseparable. Amy was a quite girl,
but she was such a loyal friend. Raye was the fiery one, Amy was
the quite, studious, Lita was the strong, tough one and I was
the shy, sisterly one. We were so different, but yet had so many
things in common. We lived a happy life, four girls, one
apartment, we'd gone through tears and fights, but these things
only tightened the bond that we shared. It'd been 4 years since
we became friends. Mina, was another good friend, sometimes,
she'd come by our apartment, and give us lectures about our love
lives. Our love lives, well, al least my love life...
I wasn't ugly or anything, but I wore glasses, I was short, and my clothes were never as modern. But I didn't care, I knew I had
to focus on my studying, and I knew that one day, my dream man,
a prince would come to me, would love me voluntarily,
unconditionally, for who I was not for who he wanted me to be.
He would be dashing, handsome, funny, incredibly romantic and he
would sweep me off my feet.
A pair of blue eyes came to my mind.
His eyes, they reminded you of an endless ocean, you could
easily drown yourself in them. He was quite, mysterious, and he
held this aura around him that reminded you of a cold winter
day.
I would never forget the day our lives crossed paths.
It was an light autumn day of May. I don't really remember the
exact date, but it was rather a beautiful afternoon. Everything
was perfect, nothing could seem to go wrong. How wrong I was.
"Serena, come, Mrs.Crook wants us to come to the information
board" I looked at Lita like she had grown an extra head.
Mrs.Crook? Our Visual Literature teacher. She was one miserable
teacher, and I'd bet you anything that she was miserable as a
person, too. All she ever seemed to do was to make students
miserable. Sometimes, we wondered how she got a teaching job in
Havard. We often made bets about her dates. We tried matchmaking
her with some other teachers, we tried to get her to gon on a
blind date, and on our arranged blind date she went.
It was a total disaster.
We arranged it.
She hated it.
So she hated us.
What did she want from us?
We managed to get to the Information Board safely in less than
10 minutes.
"Tell me again, why I took Visual Literature?" - I cursed myself
loudly.
Lita wasn't helping out much either. She stood there, mouth
hanging open in shock. There I saw it. On the blue background,
was Big, Bold Writing in red.
ROMEO AND JULIET CAST LIST.
We were both miserable, we were both bored and we were both
idiots, why oh why couldn't we leave the Visual Literature class
out of our timetables.
So Mrs.Crook had finally thought of something to get us back,
after all these pranks and rumours that the poor Lady had to
suffer. We knew that we were doing a play, Romeo and Juliet, but
who would have thought, she would do this to us.
"Let's see, Lita Kino..........Great, I get to play the cousin,
what about you." Lita seemed to take this in rather calmly. I
looked at my own role.
I wasn't really paying any attention to Lita at the moment, my
eyes were caught up with something else.
"Serena Tsukino.......My God, Serena, you're Juliet!! Isn't it
great?"
Or was it? I didn't have any reaction whatsoever, and then I
looked at Romeo's role.
"Let's see, who's got Romeo's part. Darien Chiba, who's he?
Wait, isn't he that guy in our Geometry class, who got half of
the class female population drool over? Serena, you're in
luck!!!"
I searched my mind, for the name. He was just a brief image that
passed through my head, someone I shared a couple of classes
with, someone I sometimes saw around Havard. So, I was to play
Juliet and he was to play Romeo. I didn't really mind playing
Juliet, but him, someone I barely knew, the thought scared me.
I'd have to kiss someone, and act like I was totally, insanely
in love with someone, whom I knew next to nothing about. So, I
spent all of the afternoon, wondering and listening to Lita and
Raye drooling over Darien. "Darien this...and Darien that....And
I wonder if he was a good kisser,....." I was so sick of his
name, that if I heard it one more time, I would certainly throw
up.
Who could be that perfect?
Apparently Darien could.
Some how, the thought of meeting him face to face, had occupied
me all day. His image was no longer someone with a name, he was
this statue of perfection in my head.
And he lived up to his reputation. He was good looking all
right, but somehow our meeting wasn't the way that I'd picture
in my head.
'Damn, where on Earth is this A8? Havard is worse than a
labyrinth' I held up the map, more like clutching it in my
sweaty palms, ok, so I was nervous, but why I wasn't sure.
Darien Chiba had nothing to do with it. Or had he? The thought
of him swam in my head, I wasn't really looking where I was
going. So it was naturally that I bumped into a wall.
All my books came tumbling down like waterfall, paper flew
everywhere. My test, my Chemistry test flew near the balcony, as
I reached down to get it...
"Hmm, 75%, not bad...."
I looked up, and greeting me was a pair of bluest eyes I've ever
seen. I had a good look at the owner of the startling, deep
voice. So I didn't bump into the wall, but rather someone,
someone with the bluest eyes I've ever seen in my life.
There was only 1 word that could describe him.
He was beautiful.
Yes, beautiful, not just good looking or handsome. Beautiful was
the only word that could describe him. I found myself staring at
him for a long time, longer than necessary if you ask me. His
eyes were a dark shade of blue, blue of an endless sky, the
deepest ocean. They were mysterious, like they were holding some
kind of secrets just ready to be unfolded. He caught me staring,
he chuckled, but I had a feeling that he was quite used to have
girls looking at him that way. Of course, he would, who wouldn't
be hypnotised by his gaze, by his looks, by the aura that he
had.
He looked at my test, a mischievous glint appeared on his
handsome features.
"Serena Tsukino, well well well, what a coincidence, so Juliet
lived up to her true reputation, she had quite a way to greet
her Romeo" He spoke, but never the teasing tone left his voice.
That was when I realised that he was Darien Chiba. Now, that
wasn't what I had in mind. In a million years, I would never
have thought that this is how we'd meet. This was Darien Chiba.
He was Darien Chiba.
My mind was screaming at me 'you utter hypocrite, and then you
thought Lita and Raye were bad, and here you are staring at
him...'
"What, speechless, I'm too charming aren't I?" He continued.
I blinked, I didn't know what came over me at that moment. But I
calmly replied.
"No, my love, I was just looking at something you got stuck
between your teeth"
He laughed his laugh rich and smooth. I'd never heard anything
like his chuckle. Like it had some kind of strange power to make
me chuckle back.
"And you're wondering why I didn't share it with you
sweetheart?" He said. Once again, chuckle slightly.
What was it about this man, I asked myself. I just couldn't
control my thoughts. How we were able to bicker like this, the
first time we met, I didn't know.
"Darien Chiba, Juliet, It's a pleasure to meet you" He said
"Serena Tsukino, my Romeo, the pleasure is all mine" I reached
out and yanked my test out of his hand, with one swift moment, I
turned around and muttered in the most cheerful tone I could
manage.
"I've gotta go and feed Romeo junior, you know, nature call, so
I'll see you around, love, preferably this afternoon in the
Performing Art Room, first rehearsal". With all the courage that
my 20 year-old mind could have, I blew him a kiss, and like the
kiss itself I disappeared in a blink of an eye, not enough
courage to even turn around and look at his reaction. Quite
frankly I didn't care.
How wrong I was.
I cared.
I worried.
I thought of him all day.
Damn him.
That was the encounter of Romeo and Juliet, so brief but it had
left so many traces deep inside of Juliet. Juliet thought that
she'd never like to meet Romeo again.
But she was wrong again.
She did.
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A.N: Feedbacks please? Please, please.
Chapter 1 will come out as soon as I get my first e-mail.
By: Silver Sun
Rate: PG-13
Genre: Alternate reality
E-mail: silversun80@hotmail.com
Author's note: This is my first attempt at Fan fiction, well at
least, this is the first fic that I posted on the net anyway. So
be polite, don't you send any flames, though suggestions are
greatly appreciated, please, please (the magic word + the puppy
look). *look up hopefully* is it working?
Disclaimer: All the wonderful characters belong to Naoko Takechi
and DIC, they do not belong to me ( I wish), though some of them
are based on my friends.
My favourite authors: Crystal Heart, Lois Fogg, Alicia Blade,
Karisma Sailor Jess, ect...u know, all the good ones.
Anyway, enough babbles, let's get on with the story.
Whirlwind of Fate
Prologe:Introducing my sad life!
By Silver Sun
Sniff, sniff....
It wasn't my fault that I absolutely loved romance movies and
books. They were the loves of my life. Not that I was idealistic
or anything, but those types of movies just managed to stir up
so many emotions in me, and, romance. It was what I'd always
dreamt about since I was little.
Every Christmas, I would sit around the fireplace, and listen to
my mum's stories. They were always romantic, so romantic.
Sometimes, I wondered if mum felt lonely, I wondered if her
heart had ever yearned for something more. I never asked about
dad. When I was 4, I asked her, and she just told me, that he
left and he'd never come back, so I naturally took in that fact,
and I didn't dare mention his name in mum's presence. Not that
she would get angry every time, she'd just become unusually
quite, a far away look in her eyes. My Mum was a strong woman, a
woman with courage. She was also a beautiful woman, she had long
black hair, and dark, azure eyes, almost mesmerising. She could
have had so many men, but she said she wanted to take care of
me, so it was always her and me in our little cosy house. I
remember the first Christmas that I spent away from home. And I
often wondered what she was doing then. Probably baking one of
her extraordinary cookies. She told me that she got the recipes
from my grandmother, and she'd teach me so I can teach my own
daughter some day. I had missed her so much, and I wasn't even
sure if I could survive without her. She was like the light, my
light for the life journey, where things were dark and unclear.
But I never could learn my mum's cookie recipes. In my second
year, I received a call from my grandma, she told me mum died. I
couldn't believe it then, and I didn't. I spent a whole week
crying myself to sleep. I couldn't even begin to describe what
she meant to me, except by saying everything. She was everything
to me. I had thought of giving everything up, I had thought of
suicide, dead and all other things. That was when I met Raye. We
had never gotten along before, but when she knew my mum died,
she had just simply hugged me, and cried with me through the
night. I never knew the soft side that Raye had, she had poured
out her soul to me that night. She told me about her life, how
she was always alone, when her grandpa died when she was just
13. Raye helped me learn that. Even though our loved ones died,
they were never really gone, they'd stay with us, and guide us
through the rest of our lives, may be not as bright as the light
that we used to have, but just as passionate as an eternal
flame. But more importantly I had gained a wonderful friend.
Though we fought a lot, she was like a sister to me, and I
couldn't imagine my life without Raye. Raye and I moved in an
apartment, and there we met Amy and Lita. Immediately, we grown
fond of each other and became inseparable. Amy was a quite girl,
but she was such a loyal friend. Raye was the fiery one, Amy was
the quite, studious, Lita was the strong, tough one and I was
the shy, sisterly one. We were so different, but yet had so many
things in common. We lived a happy life, four girls, one
apartment, we'd gone through tears and fights, but these things
only tightened the bond that we shared. It'd been 4 years since
we became friends. Mina, was another good friend, sometimes,
she'd come by our apartment, and give us lectures about our love
lives. Our love lives, well, al least my love life...
I wasn't ugly or anything, but I wore glasses, I was short, and my clothes were never as modern. But I didn't care, I knew I had
to focus on my studying, and I knew that one day, my dream man,
a prince would come to me, would love me voluntarily,
unconditionally, for who I was not for who he wanted me to be.
He would be dashing, handsome, funny, incredibly romantic and he
would sweep me off my feet.
A pair of blue eyes came to my mind.
His eyes, they reminded you of an endless ocean, you could
easily drown yourself in them. He was quite, mysterious, and he
held this aura around him that reminded you of a cold winter
day.
I would never forget the day our lives crossed paths.
It was an light autumn day of May. I don't really remember the
exact date, but it was rather a beautiful afternoon. Everything
was perfect, nothing could seem to go wrong. How wrong I was.
"Serena, come, Mrs.Crook wants us to come to the information
board" I looked at Lita like she had grown an extra head.
Mrs.Crook? Our Visual Literature teacher. She was one miserable
teacher, and I'd bet you anything that she was miserable as a
person, too. All she ever seemed to do was to make students
miserable. Sometimes, we wondered how she got a teaching job in
Havard. We often made bets about her dates. We tried matchmaking
her with some other teachers, we tried to get her to gon on a
blind date, and on our arranged blind date she went.
It was a total disaster.
We arranged it.
She hated it.
So she hated us.
What did she want from us?
We managed to get to the Information Board safely in less than
10 minutes.
"Tell me again, why I took Visual Literature?" - I cursed myself
loudly.
Lita wasn't helping out much either. She stood there, mouth
hanging open in shock. There I saw it. On the blue background,
was Big, Bold Writing in red.
ROMEO AND JULIET CAST LIST.
We were both miserable, we were both bored and we were both
idiots, why oh why couldn't we leave the Visual Literature class
out of our timetables.
So Mrs.Crook had finally thought of something to get us back,
after all these pranks and rumours that the poor Lady had to
suffer. We knew that we were doing a play, Romeo and Juliet, but
who would have thought, she would do this to us.
"Let's see, Lita Kino..........Great, I get to play the cousin,
what about you." Lita seemed to take this in rather calmly. I
looked at my own role.
I wasn't really paying any attention to Lita at the moment, my
eyes were caught up with something else.
"Serena Tsukino.......My God, Serena, you're Juliet!! Isn't it
great?"
Or was it? I didn't have any reaction whatsoever, and then I
looked at Romeo's role.
"Let's see, who's got Romeo's part. Darien Chiba, who's he?
Wait, isn't he that guy in our Geometry class, who got half of
the class female population drool over? Serena, you're in
luck!!!"
I searched my mind, for the name. He was just a brief image that
passed through my head, someone I shared a couple of classes
with, someone I sometimes saw around Havard. So, I was to play
Juliet and he was to play Romeo. I didn't really mind playing
Juliet, but him, someone I barely knew, the thought scared me.
I'd have to kiss someone, and act like I was totally, insanely
in love with someone, whom I knew next to nothing about. So, I
spent all of the afternoon, wondering and listening to Lita and
Raye drooling over Darien. "Darien this...and Darien that....And
I wonder if he was a good kisser,....." I was so sick of his
name, that if I heard it one more time, I would certainly throw
up.
Who could be that perfect?
Apparently Darien could.
Some how, the thought of meeting him face to face, had occupied
me all day. His image was no longer someone with a name, he was
this statue of perfection in my head.
And he lived up to his reputation. He was good looking all
right, but somehow our meeting wasn't the way that I'd picture
in my head.
'Damn, where on Earth is this A8? Havard is worse than a
labyrinth' I held up the map, more like clutching it in my
sweaty palms, ok, so I was nervous, but why I wasn't sure.
Darien Chiba had nothing to do with it. Or had he? The thought
of him swam in my head, I wasn't really looking where I was
going. So it was naturally that I bumped into a wall.
All my books came tumbling down like waterfall, paper flew
everywhere. My test, my Chemistry test flew near the balcony, as
I reached down to get it...
"Hmm, 75%, not bad...."
I looked up, and greeting me was a pair of bluest eyes I've ever
seen. I had a good look at the owner of the startling, deep
voice. So I didn't bump into the wall, but rather someone,
someone with the bluest eyes I've ever seen in my life.
There was only 1 word that could describe him.
He was beautiful.
Yes, beautiful, not just good looking or handsome. Beautiful was
the only word that could describe him. I found myself staring at
him for a long time, longer than necessary if you ask me. His
eyes were a dark shade of blue, blue of an endless sky, the
deepest ocean. They were mysterious, like they were holding some
kind of secrets just ready to be unfolded. He caught me staring,
he chuckled, but I had a feeling that he was quite used to have
girls looking at him that way. Of course, he would, who wouldn't
be hypnotised by his gaze, by his looks, by the aura that he
had.
He looked at my test, a mischievous glint appeared on his
handsome features.
"Serena Tsukino, well well well, what a coincidence, so Juliet
lived up to her true reputation, she had quite a way to greet
her Romeo" He spoke, but never the teasing tone left his voice.
That was when I realised that he was Darien Chiba. Now, that
wasn't what I had in mind. In a million years, I would never
have thought that this is how we'd meet. This was Darien Chiba.
He was Darien Chiba.
My mind was screaming at me 'you utter hypocrite, and then you
thought Lita and Raye were bad, and here you are staring at
him...'
"What, speechless, I'm too charming aren't I?" He continued.
I blinked, I didn't know what came over me at that moment. But I
calmly replied.
"No, my love, I was just looking at something you got stuck
between your teeth"
He laughed his laugh rich and smooth. I'd never heard anything
like his chuckle. Like it had some kind of strange power to make
me chuckle back.
"And you're wondering why I didn't share it with you
sweetheart?" He said. Once again, chuckle slightly.
What was it about this man, I asked myself. I just couldn't
control my thoughts. How we were able to bicker like this, the
first time we met, I didn't know.
"Darien Chiba, Juliet, It's a pleasure to meet you" He said
"Serena Tsukino, my Romeo, the pleasure is all mine" I reached
out and yanked my test out of his hand, with one swift moment, I
turned around and muttered in the most cheerful tone I could
manage.
"I've gotta go and feed Romeo junior, you know, nature call, so
I'll see you around, love, preferably this afternoon in the
Performing Art Room, first rehearsal". With all the courage that
my 20 year-old mind could have, I blew him a kiss, and like the
kiss itself I disappeared in a blink of an eye, not enough
courage to even turn around and look at his reaction. Quite
frankly I didn't care.
How wrong I was.
I cared.
I worried.
I thought of him all day.
Damn him.
That was the encounter of Romeo and Juliet, so brief but it had
left so many traces deep inside of Juliet. Juliet thought that
she'd never like to meet Romeo again.
But she was wrong again.
She did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A.N: Feedbacks please? Please, please.
Chapter 1 will come out as soon as I get my first e-mail.