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This fanfic has strong language and sexual content. You have been warned. So on with the important info:

The story is set in what, if you so choose, you could call an alternate timeline. Serena and the scouts range from 16-17 and Darien and Andrew are in their early twenties (21-23). Darien and Serena are fully aware of themselves as prince of the earth and princess of the moon but have no memory at all of the past and are therefore still on the warpath as far as each other is concerned. There is a lot more I could say but I suggest just reading it. If you have questions you can always ask.

This is one of the longest fanfics I’ve ever written and I like it so I hope you do too. Email me whether you like it or not. Now on with the story….

Jail Bait

MarshAngel

watsonma@hotmail.com

http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshangel/angelmoon.htm

Dear Diary,

I have this distinct feeling that this world is set against me. On a daily basis I make a barrage of mistakes that usually end with me being depressed and angry with myself.  Today is no exception. Yesterday I got this distinct feeling, one that has been creeping upon me these past year or so, that I am destined to be miserable for the rest of my pathetic life, a feeling that was confirmed last night. I swear, one of these days when I’ve fallen flat on the ground as I so often do, I’ll just lie there and enjoy being close to the ground (It seems that’s where I spend most of my time anyway) and hope something will take pity and run me over.

I suppose by now you’re wondering as to why, if my life is a regular mess, would I choose today to declare my misery. Well, you see, there was another stupid youma running around Tokyo last night. You’d think they’d take into consideration that people have better things to do at midnight, like sleeping!

To add to the fact that I was awoken out of a beautiful dream in which I was kissing Tuxedo Mask, a thought which now thoroughly disgusts me, I discovered something tonight that has left me without any fantasies. Of all the evil, horrible events to occur in life, this has to be the worst!

 Life has conspired to make me as miserable as I can possibly be. Tonight I discovered that Darien Chiba is my dream lover Tuxedo Mask and the prince of this planet I thought I would die of embarrassment, disappointment, and anger. After all the time I spent mooning over that snobby Jerk! I can’t believe that conceited asshole, is my mysterious savior. He instantly reverted to his disgusting nature as soon as he discovered that I was Sailor Moon and later the moon princess. Life Sucks! Even my fantasies turn into nightmares! I hate my Life!

Serena

Dear Journal

Sometimes I swear I have the worst luck in this world! As if having the Baroness Therese Arianna Dumas-Chiba for your mother wasn’t pain enough, I have to put up with a spoilt immature teenage superhero with meatballs for brains. I don’t know what Supreme Being saw fit to endow that childish twit with super powers! It must be a cosmic joke of some kind! Serena Tsukino Chandler that spoilt brat is Sailor Moon and a princess too; I would never have believed it had I not seen it with my own eyes.

Not too long after my discovery, my oh-so-adoring mother calls me at three in the morning from a hotel somewhere in Paris for no apparent reason. She and her ex-husband, my father, are the only ones who manage to grate on my last nerve as Serena does. They are two very materialistic, imperialist snobs who have no idea what it means to be parents.

The only time they ever cared about anything I have ever done, is when I chose a double major in geology and botanical science. Needless to say they weren’t amused. My father expected me to join him in business. Somehow, manufacturing computer chips and whatever else he has a hand in does not appeal to me.

My mother was sufficiently mollified when I told her that in the end I’d have two doctoral degrees. My aim is to work for NASA in their efforts to terra form the surface of mars and create a livable environment. The first manned mission was a success three years ago, after the successful creation of an antimatter-powered engine. My father is still far from impressed. He even threatened to cut my trust fund if I didn’t switch my major to business, my mother convinced him otherwise, although I’m not sure just how she managed that.

My mother only cares to hear from me when she wants to hear of my latest accomplishments so she can boast to her European high society friends. I wonder what she’d think if I told her that I run around Tokyo in a tuxedo and mask saving short-skirted superheroes from certain death by ugly beasts from another world. I have a distinct feeling she’d tell me to make sure that the tuxedo was an original design from Armani’s latest collection. It’s not; if anything, it resembles a Hugo Boss original.

She has been asking me of late; whom am I dating? When am I going to settle down? And blah blah blah.  It is completely futile to point out to the woman that I’m only twenty-two years old and I have at least three or more years to go before I can obtain my doctorates, which I intend to do before I even give a thought to marriage.

Sometimes I wish everything would all go away, the annoying parents, the superhero gig, the accountant who thinks he’s my best friend and insists on discussing every detail of how my trust fund is invested, the annoying meatball headed blonde, and stupid youma. As things are right now, I wish that all I had to handle were my dorky, bespectacled, physics professor who swears to me that I have gift and I should switch my major to physics and astronomy. Why couldn’t I have lived the life of an average person? I hate my life!

Darien