A Sailormoon RomanceJail Bait 
MarshAngel 
Part 2
At home Serena was helping her mother prepare for dinner. Her 
mother was the perfect person to complain to. She would understand. 
"Darien Chiba is such a pain! You'd think the guy would have 
something better to do than hang out with teenage girls and torture me to 
death. What did I do to deserve this?" Serena was on another rant about 
Darien, while she helped her mother prepare for dinner. 
"Honey, don't forget to call your Dad. He wants to know if you'll be 
going skiing with him and Celine this winter?" 
"Mom! You aren't listening to me!" 
"Of course I am, sweetheart," Ikuko said, as she continued stirring 
the sauce she had simmering on the stove.  
"No you're not! Besides, it's summer now, why does Dad want to 
know about something that won't be happening for months?" 
"Because it means that you'll be spending Christmas with him. The 
whole thing has not been arranged yet, but his family is planning to spend 
the Christmas vacation in Europe." 
"That means grandma will be there too! I do not like that woman!" 
"Serena! She's your grandmother!" As much as Ikuko disliked the 
matriarch of the Chandler family, she didn't want her own beliefs to 
negatively influence her daughters. 
"She's a stuck up snob, Mom, not to mention a complete hypocrite. I 
don't mind hanging out with Dad and Celine, but when Grandma starts 
going on and on about how precious her only son is and blah blah blah, I 
just want to gag!"  
Ikuko couldn't help but smile. Amanda Chandler loved her son and 
didn't hesitate to let anyone know it. She hated Ikuko for having had an 
affair with him and giving birth to her first grandchild Serena. According to 
Amanda, Ikuko had 'ruined his innocence'. She seemed to have neglected 
the fact that her son was a playboy long before and after Ikuko. Evident in 
the fact that he had three daughters with three different women and two 
more children on the way; his current wife Celine was pregnant with twins. 
In just a few months, Serena would have yet another pair of siblings. 
It was no surprise her son had rebelled. The woman was absolutely 
smothering! 
"But your grandfather will be there." Now Amanda's husband, 
Serena's grandfather, Michael Chandler, was a wonderful man. Ikuko 
couldn't conceive of how the two had ever married. Serena loved her 
grandfather as much as he loved her. 
"Well, I suppose I could put up with her, as long as I get to see 
everyone else. I'll call him tonight." 
Serena loved her family. Although she didn't live with her biological 
father, Richard, the two had a relationship as close as the one she shared 
with her stepfather Kenji. Serena also loved her stepmother and two 
younger sisters Irene and Catherine. Irene was a year younger than Serena, 
a product of Richard's first marriage to Anika St. Andre. Catherine, his 
youngest daughter was about three years old, and lived with him and her 
mother, Celine, while Irene lived in Paris with her mother. It certainly was 
an international family. 
"Anyway," Serena began, "Why are men so rude! He's always picking 
on me, making fun of my hair and anything else he could possibly find." 
Ikuko rolled her eyes.Teenagers!  
"Serena sooner or later you're going to like one of them so I suggest you 
just let go of the frustrations early in life and accept them, or you'll be 
miserable for the rest of your life trying to figure out what makes them the 
way they are." 
"Mother! You're not supposed to say things like that." 
"Sweetheart, I'm a mother and a married one at that. That pretty 
much certifies that I know some things.Men can be strange, but you get to 
like them." 
"Not this one!" 
"Ok honey, whatever you say. Could you bring the salad to the table." 
Serena wrinkled her nose. "Why do I have to eat this stuff anyway? I 
am not a rabbit." She poked at the lettuce scornfully with the tip of her 
finger. 
"It's good for you." 
"Whatever!" 
 
"So, Serry, got a plan yet?" 
"Don't call me that, and no!" Serenity snapped at her little sister. 
"Beryl rolled her eyes. How did you get that name? You are so" she 
searched for the right word, "cranky! Of all people I should be the last person in 
the world to tell you to relax." 
"I would relax if I had some idea how to get them together. Damn these 
intangible bodies!" 
"It's not a life or death situation! You have plenty of time to get them 
together." 
"I'm afraid that's not true. Pluto informs me that this timeline is unstable, 
which is why they're not together as yet. Nothing is guaranteed.The only thing 
we're sure of is that it's within everyone's best interest that we get them together 
as soon as possible." 
"Ok, so I guess we really need an idea soon. How are we supposed to do 
this without bodies?" 
"That is our hurdle. We can appear in dreams, and make whispery 
suggestions. But, there is no guarantee that they'll remember, or hear. They're 
so stubborn that even if a thought came to them that just maybe they might be 
attracted to each other, they'd end up denying it and suppressing the idea 
completely! Even if we were capable of talking to them directly, there is no way 
we could force them to fall in love." 
"Well maybe we need a stronger method." 
"I'm open to suggestions," Serenity said. Her sister appeared deep in 
thought. They were both quiet for a long while, until Beryl's pale face suddenly lit 
up." 
"I have a wild idea, one you won't like, but it's the only way I can think to 
have an effect on the real world." 
"What is it?" Serenity asked warily. She was sure she wasn't going to like 
this." 
"Well, we don't have bodies of our own, but we could always use someone 
else's." 
"Oh no you don't! You can't possibly be suggesting we posses someone!" 
Serenity was certainly surprised. It was just like Beryl to come up with something 
that rubbed her sense of decency the wrong way. 
"Oh come on Serenity, do you have a better idea? This is the only way I 
can think of to get this done." 
"We can't just go around possessing people!" She paused for a moment. 
She had to admit she didn't have a better idea. She took a deep breath; not quite 
believing she was about to employ this idea.  
"Assuming we followed this plan of yours, you do realize how much energy 
this would take. We wouldn't be able to make another attempt for months!" 
"So we'd only have one chance. We'd just have to do our best to make it 
work." 
"OK. I'm willing to try this, since it appears to be the only idea we have 
that has any chance of working. So how do we go about this?" 
"Do I have to do everything?" 
Serenity rolled her eyes at her sister's statement. 
"Ok, we can't go directly to Serena and Darien so whatever we do has to 
be without their knowledge. We're trying to get them to acknowledge that they 
have some feelings, any feelings for each other, which they won't do in front of 
their friends, so we need them alone." 
"I'm getting the feeling you've done this before," Serenity said, surprised 
at how quickly, Beryl was putting this plan together." 
"Darling, darling," Beryl began in her best snobby socialite imitation, "I 
am a professional." Serenity couldn't help smiling.  
"We need to posses someone they trust, someone whom they'd believe 
implicitly" 
They turned and smiled at each other, they're thoughts in sync for the first 
time in a long while. 
 
There they were again, the happy couple. Serena wasn't sure whether 
she should laugh or gag. Raye was, of course, hanging all over Darien, 
while Darien was doing his best to detach himself. That girl just didn't get 
it.  
Serena didn't get it either, Raye could have almost any guy her own 
age. Why did she have to be hanging all over the one guy that didn't want 
her, with whom she had absolutely no chance? Why anyone would want 
Darien was beyond her. 
He was probably gay anyway, why else would a single college guy hang out 
with a bunch of teenage girls? Serena chuckled at that thought. No, gay 
men were usually nicer and infinitely more attractive.  
That wasn't true either. Even she had to admit that Darien was one of 
the best-looking guys she knew. It was just such a tragedy his personality 
didn't quite match up. 
He was just another spoilt rich kid. He had the trademark resentment 
towards his parents, whom he probably secretly adored. He lived in an 
awesome condo atop one of the nicest buildings in the city, undoubtedly 
paid for through his trust fund. He obviously thought himself so much 
better than everyone else, which is why he was always making such a great 
effort to study and be perfect in every way he could. 
She knew her parents were equally rich but they didn't live the 
pretentious socialite lifestyle his family did. In fact, if you excluded her 
unusual number of parents, grandparents, and half siblings, her family was 
normal and loving. They didn't flaunt their wealth in the faces of others; 
something Darien's father did constantly.  
She wasn't really in the mood to fight with him today, she thought to 
herself as she walked over to where Raye, Darien, Amy and Andrew were 
already sitting. She had managed to get here before Mina and Lita. Darien 
wasn't supposed to be here, but she had gotten used to him showing up 
randomly.  
"Hi guys." She was going to attempt to be civil today, maybe if she 
ignored him altogether they could get through this day of shopping without 
a fight. "Andrew, I didn't know you were going to be shopping with us." 
"Actually, Darien and I were just hanging out, when we saw these 
two," he gestured towards Raye and Amy.  
"Cool! Will you be shopping with us for the rest of the day?" She 
asked speaking directly to Andrew. Darien raised an eyebrow, as he 
observed her quietly. No snide remarks, no scowling, this was certainly 
interesting. He had a feeling she was ignoring him though, somehow that 
didn't rub him the right way. He didn't even notice he was frowning. 
"Actually, we know better than to get involved in one of your 
shopping marathons," Andrew said, glancing over at Darien wondering 
when the snide remarks would begin. 
He was surprised Serena hadn't already commented on the scowl 
that had developed upon Darien's face.  
"We just came by to pick up a few things, we have a study group to 
get to." 
"Well, don't let us keep you from your studying," Amy said. "That's 
something I would be doing myself if I hadn't been dragged unwillingly 
from my home." She cast a sideways glance at Raye, who was looking 
awfully satisfied with herself and not in the least bit guilty.



