A Sailormoon RomanceThis 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://angelmoon.sinfree.net 
  
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 
 



