Title: Moon Trilogy-Book one
Chapter: One
Author: Sean Montgomery
Email: montgom@email.com
Rating: I'd say G this time.
Notes: This story is going to be changed a little, so it won’t have as 
much mush as I had originally planned. It will have a little, but not 
as intense. Thanks for your cooperation in this time, and enjoy the new 
Moon Trilogy! 



	 The sound that could break a decibel scale. 
	That was what Serenas wailing was like at the moment as she dropped 
her ice cream in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at the cone that had 
once been filled with her afternoon pleasure. She looked down through 
glassy eyes, sniffling as she mumbled four little words. 
	"My ice cream cone..."
	 "Good grief, Serena. Are you ever going to be stable?" Raye asked 
putting a hand on a hip. 
	"Cut her some slack, Raye. It's not her fault she's a klutz..." Lita 
said, attempting to save her friend. 	"I heard that." Serena nearly 
mumbled, brushing the dirt off of her legs. She tossed the now empty cone 
over her shoulder, wishing it would hit Raye for making that comment 
about her being a klutz. But she knew her wish didn't come true, and she 
suddenly regretted ever throwing the ice cream cone over her shoulder, 
when she heard the all too familiar voice behind her. 
	"Hey! Watch it, Meatball Head! That's my jacket!" 
	Slowly, she got up and turned around, glaring at the cool-blue eyes 
through his sun glasses. She lifted her hand, and smeared the wet ice 
cream around his jacket, smiling at her success. "I always thought this 
jacket needed to be white. And my name is Serena, Darien." 
	Darien looked down through his sun glasses, pulling them to the edge 
of his nose, and raising an eyebrow. He watched her hand rub it's way 
around his jacket, and wiping itself off on him. He looked at her, 
removing his sunglasses and putting them inside his coat pocket. "Do you know 
how long it takes to get these kind of stains out?" 
	"Only the time it takes to wash any other clothes, DARIEN." 
	"Hey, you do know some things about this world. With all those grades 
of ours, I'd say you are doing better Meatball Head." he said, removing 
the jacket and flipping it over his shoulder. "It's too hot for jackets 
anyway. I thought a jet was passing by. When I found out it was you..." 
	"Don't say it, creep! I have had enough of you. Why don't you go back 
to the pond scum that you came from?"
	 "Oh, pond scum. Good one, Meatball Head. I'll be on my way." And with 
that, Darien went to his apartment, his mind and heart screaming at him 
the whole way. 




	Creep. Idiotic heartless creep. That Darien, that no good, stupid, 
handsome, creep. 
	What a second....handsome??? 
	Miserably, Serena walked into the Crown Arcade, head flung down, 
mumbling something about green jackets. 
	"Hey, Serena, are you okay? You don't look so good." Andrew asked from 
the table. 
	"Tell me Andrew, did a man with black hair and a bad reputation come 
in here?" 
	Andrew sighed. "Okay, what did Darien do now?" 
	"Only the thing he does all the time!" 
	"Got to your nerves?" 
	"I'm telling you, Andrew. I think the world would be a better place if 
Darien wasn't in it." 
	"Yeah, that's what you say all the time." he sighed, resting his arm 
on the table. 
	"Well, it's true. I'll take a Triple Hot Fudge Sundae, Andrew." 
	"Coming right up." She sat drumming her fingers on the table for a 
while, before she looked over and found someone that she had never seen 
before. 
	She was in the corner, legs crossed, and a hand resting on her head, 
as she flipped through a book. Serena was a little impressed; she could 
never slouch while reading like this person. It was a little unusual to 
see a person with gray sweat pants on during a heat wave, but that 
didn't seem to bother the person, who flipped a long strand of brown hair 
out of her brown eyes, before setting down the book and putting her hair 
in a ponytail. She took a sip of her water, and continued to read. 
	"Her name is Katherine," Andrew said out of no where. Serena looked at 
him, and saw that he was looking at the same direction that she was. 
"Some people call her "The Love Doctor", because of the rumor that she 
has been through every sort of relationship there is." 
	Serena looked at him. "That can't be true..." 	
	"Even divorce." 
	She gulped, and looked at the girl again, who took a moment to rub her 
eyes, before looking at Andrew and holding up her near-empty glass. 
	"Hey Andrew," she called in a deep voice, "can I get some more water 
please?" 
	"Yeah, just a second." Andrew looked at Serena, who looked at him 
again. "She looks too nice to have gotten a divorce."
	 "Why don't you take this water over to her and ask for yourself?" He 
said, giving her the water, and pushing her along.
	 "Andrew, no!" But it was too late. So, she walked over to her the 
best that she could, praying over and over that she wouldn't klutz out, 
when she found she was at the edge of the table. 
	'Katherine' looked up form her book, expecting to see Andrew, and 
raised an eyebrow. "May I help you?" she asked in the deep voice. Serena 
gulped. 	"Andrew wanted me to give this to you." Katherine eyed the glass 
of water, and looked at Serena. "Thanks." She took the glass away from 
Serena, while sitting up, and putting her bookmark in her book. Serena 
just looked at her for a minuet, before Katherine blurted out, "You 
want to ask me something?" 
	Serena gasped. "How did you know??" 	
	Katherine grinned. "I have been in this place for so long, I can just 
tell. What can I help you with?" Serena sat down in the booth next to 
her, smoothing out her skirt. "Well, I kinda just came here to give you 
the water." 



~Katherine~ 

	I looked away from my reading, as much as I didn't want to, and looked 
at the young blonde in front of me. She was pretty I guess, blonde 
hair, blue eyes...heh, if she were a guy, I'd say she was pretty cute. 
	I looked at the glass in front of me and took a sip of it. Apparently, 
I have been here long enough that Andrew knows just how I like my 
water. With a hint of lemon. I gave the girl in front of me a look. "You 
came to give me the water, and you sat down. It looks like you have more 
on your mind." 
	She looked at me shocked. "Not really. I was going to ask you what 
book you were reading, though." 
	I grabbed the book in front of me and laid it on it's back, passing it 
to her. "It's called "The Last Battle" By C. S. Lewis. It's pretty 
good, actually." Serena read the back. "Sound like a good plot." 
	Well, this conversation was going nowhere. I noticed she looked at my 
sweat pants earlier, and she finally got the nerve to ask me. "Why are 
you wearing sweat pants in this heat?" 
	I shrugged. "It's all I got." 
	She seamed to squint at my deep voice. "I was a tenor in Junior High 
choir, if you wanted to know why my voice is kinda deep." 
	"May I ask why you only have sweat pants to wear?" I sighed. Should I 
really tell her? Everybody wanted to know that question. Well, that, 
and why I don't wear a coat in winter... 
	"I can't afford shorts." 
	"Don't you have a checking account?" Good grief, does this girl ever 
run out of questions?? 
	"No."
	 "Do you have any money?" 
	"Twenty-five cents."
	 She looked at me shocked. Oh yeah, I can see where this was going... 



	Serena looked at the person before her. She was being so casual about 
this. It was weird. Katherine looked at the clock above the counter. 
"Great, now I'm going to be late. It isn't your fault, so don't think it 
is." She quickly gathered her things, and ran out the door, stopping 
for the moment at the heat. Serena was confused at why she had to leave 
so fast, and she looked over at Andrew who was nearby. "Does she always 
do that?" 
	"Yeah. I'm glad she found out a while ago that the water was free. 
That was her eighth glass." Serena looked out the door. 
	"There is something familiar about her, though." 




	Luna was taking a nice walk through the city that afternoon, passing 
through the doorways of some buildings to keep cool, looking at the 
various items of cat food the stores had to offer. She was heading home, 
satisfied with her day, when she saw somebody head down her path. 
	The person had her face in the book, and a hand in her pocket as she 
walked down the path. She looked about nineteen or so, with long brown 
hair and brown eyes. She paused and looked at the cat before her. 	
"Hello, there. What are you doing out?" 
	Can't be all bad Luna thought, walking to the person that had her arms 
out stretched to her. She stroked her fur, and Luna got seven minuets 
of Heaven. This person knew how to rub fur! 
	Wait a second...why does that sound familiar? 	"You know how to trust 
humans, don't you?" The person asked, rubbing the right spot on Lunas 
ear. 	The cat purred, and rubbed herself against her legs. "Sorry, cat, 
but I gotta get home. Or, at least what I call home." 
	As the person walked away, Luna looked at her with an odd look. Did 
she have the sign of the Sun? She thought she saw it... 




	Katherine walked over to an alley that night, stopping by the dumpster 
she found the book in. She went into her home, that was called by most 
people a cardboard box, and pulled a small blanket over her as much as 
possible. 
	“{I hate it when people are so nice to me. They never really know 
where I really live, or what I really am. And when they find that out, I 
never hear from them again.}” She noticed a few wet blobs starting to 
form on the street, and looked at the sky. The clouds gathered, and it 
began to rain. 
	“{No, God}” she pleaded “{please not rain! That means I'll have to 
find a new box in the morning.}” But the rain continued through out Tokyo 
that night, and Katherine curled herself inside the small box as much 
as possible, trying to keep warm.




	Serena eyed the rain outside her bedroom window, opening the window 
slightly for fresh air. She had her locket open, and listened to its soft 
tune, sighing as she did.
	“{I wonder what’s up with Katherine. She seemed very lonely. Not very 
talkative.}”
	Luna stepped into her thoughts for a second telling Serena about the 
person she met on the sidewalk.
	“No way!” Serena exclaimed a few minuets later. “That was Katherine!”
	“Katherine?” Luna asked, tilting her head a little.
	“A girl I met at the Arcade. She was nice, but didn’t really say 
much.”
	“Hmm. Well, we can discuss more of it later.”




	Darien was on his porch in the rain, looking at the quiet city and 
lightning streaks that hit the sky. His gaze traveled to a house that he 
could see in the distance, with a certain fourteen-year old looking out 
her window.
	“{Why do I have to keep hurting her?}” he asked himself. “{I don’t 
mean to. Why can’t I just be nice to her for once?.}”
	He wiped the rain from his face, brushing some bangs as he did so. His 
mind lingered to the three crystals that he had. Zoicite was getting 
more powerful as more battles were fought. He and the Scouts needed to 
fight together to beat her.
	We walked back into his apartment and changed into his night clothes. 
Pulling the covers up to his neck, he mumbled, “I’ll think about it 
tomorrow.”