Title: Whirlwind of fate
By: Silver sun
Genre: Alternate Reality
Rate: PG
Email: Silversun80@hotmail.com
AN: Here's chapter 1! *Squeals with delights* It's getting better
and better.

Chapter 1

I didn't know if it was attraction or it was pure hatred, but
for some weird reason, Romeo and Juliet never got along. We
bickered like an old married couple.
So we spent the first rehearsal harassing each other. How
charming!
He made a pretty good Romeo, I've gotta admit that. And his
looks, wow, I had nothing to complain there. But his only
problem was that he's got a personality of a goat. He treated
people like all of us were stones, who had no feelings. He was
so insensitive. I didn't know why, looks were never really
important to me, but I could never hate him. He jut had this
mysterious aura around him that reminded me of someone who had
lost his soul through some unfortunate events. I would know
that, because I was exactly like that when my mum died. I had
locked myself away from life, shut my heart and feelings. But I
knew he had a heart somewhere.
I didn't know if it was fate, but I'd always found myself
bumping into him after that fateful day. We saw each other a
couple of times per week for the play, but we never talked much.
To me, having to play and say meaningless words to a guy meant
nothing whatsoever, but saying those words to him, made me
nervous somehow.  It was almost like I was pouring my soul out
to some stranger.
Darien caused enough troubles himself, but all those blasted
females, orbited around him like asteroids were the most
annoying.
I had only known him for a week, but every time he turned up for
rehearsals, he'd come with a different girl. He was famous with
his dating routine. Never one twice. Sometimes, I hated him for
that. Everyone knew that he didn't want to date them, but he
dated them nonetheless. I wondered if he was trying to prove
something, to someone or rather himself. I didn't know, but I
cared somehow, I've always cared.
I'd always noticed little details about him, the way his eyes
danced when he smirked, the way he walked solemnly through the
hall, the way his shoes always echoed the stone steps. It was so
hard to ignore him, it was so hard to tell myself how much I
didn't care or care. I was like a morph, blindly and foolishly
flew to the flame, a flame of which he'd always managed to
maintain.
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"Oh Lita, wait up will ya?" I shouted across the hall, hair
flying around my shoulder, books and costumes stopping my view,
and my legs running like mad. I didn't know if I imagined it,
but I knew it was him before I looked up. We'd run into each
other like usual, but that day there was just something
different, almost like the wind had changed, the air smelled
sweeter.
My books fell to the floor, my costumes were dropped. I bumped
into him rather hard. I breathed in his brilliant cologne, and
enjoyed the sweet scent, and imagining a forest with roses,
millions roses . He took a step back.
'Clink'
My glasses fell to the floor, and broke. I looked down,
panicked, like an instinct, I kneeled down the floor and my
hands flew to cover my face. Suddenly I felt his hands on mine,
he touched my arms, and drew them back. I saw his eyes, and I
realised that there was something different. I felt warmth, care
and protection through his gaze. He continued to stare at me,
and he spoke, ever so softly.
"Careful, Princess..."
I felt so unguarded under his gaze, Slowly I let go of his grip,
picking my broken glasses, I stood up and muttered.
"Thanks..."
"You should take off your glasses more often, Serena, and show
off your eyes" He said.
"There's nothing to show off in my eyes, Darien" I replied
"But there is, Meat Ball Head -he paused and his eyes twinkles
with amusement at my new name. I touched my hair, and breathed
in hard - Your eyes show vulnerability, innocent, they tell the
tale of a far away sea, with foreign, lands and exotic flowers.
And you're telling me there's nothing to show off about?" He
laughed, this time not with mockery, but sincerities. I stared
at him strangely.
" What have you eaten today, my beloved Romeo?", my hands
reached out to touch his forehead.
He didn't laugh this time, but he just continued to look at me
deeply in the eyes, and he took my hand into his, his head came
closer, and closer....
I felt my knees shaking, my head screaming with alarms, my voice
was barely a whisper.
"My beloved Romeo, what on Earth do you think you're doing...."
"Just shut up for once, Juliet"
With that, his lips were on mine, so soft, almost like he was
afraid of breaking me. My eyes were close, and I felt his soul
reaching out towards mine. Witchery, it seemed he did to me. My
lips slowly parted, and....
"Serena...-Lita was caught staring at us. Her mouth hanging open
in shock.
Darien turned around, his eyes were drawn with realisation. He
shook his head slightly. And one second he was away from me, he
stepped away quickly.
"I'll see you around, then...Meatball Head" And with that he was
gone.
I stared at his lanky form disappearing off in the hallway. Lita
was shaking me and bombarding me with questions. I didn't care,
and honestly I didn't hear a single word she was saying.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be in a unrealistic
love. A wondrous love with no rules, no limitations, no
boundaries. I wanted that. I didn't want the realistic kind of
love where two people get together just because they were happy
with each other, or they were good for each other, or they fit
each other well. I want to love someone, who could complete me,
who without, my life would mean nothing. He, in return would
love me more than anything in the world, who would sacrifice
everything for me, who couldn't love without me.
Call me selfish. But I could never be happy with a fairy tale
love, I want a fiery passionate one. I want much more than just
a husband, who works at day, then return home, kiss me on the
cheeks, pay me a couple of compliments on my cooking, who I
could never argue with. It's boring.
And I don't want a boring life.
Darien.
After that day, I almost thought I was in love with him. He
liked me.
He did.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have kissed me, right?
Right?
I allowed myself think like that for a week. I couldn't be
myself any more whenever I was close to him in class. I would
act like a silly school girl, with a crush on some white prince,
shining in armour.
He didn't seem to notice the change. He acted as if nothing had
happened that day. Or may be he pretended that nothing did. I
assumed that he was a good actor.
So I kept on dreaming and dreaming.
Someone said it was safe to live in a dream world. Where you never have to 
face the truth, the big bad wolf who calls itself reality.
Until' one day, my dream was shattered into pieces.
He came into English class, with the arrogant smirk on his face
as always. But then I saw her, Beryl Buckingham, his latest
conquer.
And at that moment I suddenly realised how foolish I was to
think that Darien Chiba would have liked me.
Here I was thinking that I was in love with him, daydreamed that
we would get married some day, and I'll always be his Meat Ball
Head.
I was like a naïve child, who'd never seen the colour of the sky
and assumed that it'd always be blue. Then one day, I wake up
and realise that the sky is black with storms and thunders.
I was sick.
I was sick for a whole week.
I asked to withdraw from my English class.
Raye, Amy and Lita were concerned.
I told them I was fine. I lied to them, and to myself. I told
myself that it'll be fine.
Then when I came back, I heard that Darien Chiba had left
Havard. To where, I knew not, and I pretended that I didn't
care.
That went my first love. Years of my naivety had gone.
4 years later, I graduated.
I became a writer.
I got rid of my glasses, not because his opinions mattered.
Because I was convinced that I have beautiful eyes.
Raye, Amy and Lita were still my best friends. Lita got a job at
a restaurant, Amy became a doctor, being the smartest of us all,
and Raye, who would have thought became a singer.
But there was someone else in my life who made me happy.
Seiya is his name. My boyfriend.
I met him at a book signing session. It was my first publish so
not many people came, he was one of the few people. Then he
asked me out, and now we live a happy life.
I gave up my wondrous love silly dream. Seiya was the kind of
boyfriend who made me happy, who helped me through my toughest
years.
This is what I've always dreamt about when I was little.
Life was good.
Until' someone else had to come back and entered the picture.
Darien Chiba
To be continued.....