Whirlwind of Fate.

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I am a net/fanfic writer..in which I write original stories on characters already existing in a series (make it TV series or anime series)..I have been writing for quite awhile now. And have received positive comments from fanfic fans from all over the world.

I didn''t think I''d ever post something here..but since a very kind reader has commented and requested..=)..I thought it''d only fair to ask for you guys'' critics and opinions.

So here is the first story.."Whirlwind of Fate" - by Silversun. A Sailormoon (Thuy Thu Mat Trang..=) ) fanfic.

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Sil.


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Tittle: Whirlwind of Fate
By: Silver Sun
Rate: PG-13
Genre: Alternate reality
E-mail: silversun80@hotmail.com
Author''s note:
This is my first attempt at Fan fiction, well at least,
this is the first fic that I posted on the net anyway. So be
polite, don''t you send any flames, though suggestions are
greatly appreciated, please, please (the magic word + the
puppy look). *look up hopefully* is it working?
Disclaimer: All the wonderful characters belong to Naoko
Takechi and DIC, they do not belong to me ( I wish), though
some of them are based on my friends.

Whirlwind of Fate
Prologe:Introducing my sad life!
By Silver Sun​

Sniff, sniff....
It wasn''t my fault that I absolutely loved romance movies
and books. They were the loves of my life. Not that I was
idealistic or anything, but those types of movies just
managed to stir up so many emotions in me, and, romance. It
was what I''d always dreamt about since I was little.
Every Christmas, I would sit around the fireplace, and
listen to my mum''s stories. They were always romantic, so
romantic. Sometimes, I wondered if mum felt lonely, I
wondered if her heart had ever yearned for something more. I
never asked about dad. When I was 4, I asked her, and she
just told me, that he left and he''d never come back, so I
naturally took in that fact, and I didn''t dare mention his
name in mum''s presence. Not that she would get angry every
time, she''d just become unusually quite, a far away look in
her eyes. My Mum was a strong woman, a woman with courage.
She was also a beautiful woman, she had long black hair, and
dark, azure eyes, almost mesmerising. She could have had so
many men, but she said she wanted to take care of me, so it
was always her and me in our little cosy house. I remember
the first Christmas that I spent away from home. And I often
wondered what she was doing then. Probably baking one of her
extraordinary cookies. She told me that she got the recipes
from my grandmother, and she''d teach me so I can teach my
own daughter some day. I had missed her so much, and I
wasn''t even sure if I could survive without her. She was
like the light, my light for the life journey, where things
were dark and unclear.
But I never could learn my mum''s cookie recipes. In my
second year, I received a call from my grandma, she told me
mum died. I couldn''t believe it then, and I didn''t. I spent
a whole week crying myself to sleep. I couldn''t even begin
to describe what she meant to me, except by saying
everything. She was everything to me. I had thought of
giving everything up, I had thought of suicide, dead and all
other things. That was when I met Raye. We had never gotten
along before, but when she knew my mum died, she had just
simply hugged me, and cried with me through the night. I
never knew the soft side that Raye had, she had poured out
her soul to me that night. She told me about her life, how
she was always alone, when her grandpa died when she was
just 13. Raye helped me learn that. Even though our loved
ones died, they were never really gone, they''d stay with us,
and guide us through the rest of our lives, may be not as
bright as the light that we used to have, but just as
passionate as an eternal flame. But more importantly I had
gained a wonderful friend. Though we fought a lot, she was
like a sister to me, and I couldn''t imagine my life without
Raye. Raye and I moved in an apartment, and there we met Amy
and Lita. Immediately, we grown fond of each other and
became inseparable. Amy was a quite girl, but she was such a
loyal friend. Raye was the fiery one, Amy was the quite,
studious, Lita was the strong, tough one and I was the shy,
sisterly one. We were so different, but yet had so many
things in common. We lived a happy life, four girls, one
apartment, we''d gone through tears and fights, but these
things only tightened the bond that we shared. It''d been 4
years since we became friends. Mina, was another good
friend, sometimes, she''d come by our apartment, and give us
lectures about our love lives. Our love lives, well, al
least my love life...
I was never popular with guys at school, ''cause they
classified me as the nerdy type. I wasn''t ugly or anything,
but I wore glasses, I was short, and my clothes were never
as modern. But I didn''t care, I knew I had to focus on my
studying, and I knew that one day, my dream man, a prince
would come to me, would love me voluntarily,
uncon***ionally, for who I was not for who he wanted me to
be. He would be dashing, handsome, funny, incredibly
romantic and he would sweep me off my feet.
A pair of blue eyes came to my mind.
His eyes, they reminded you of an endless ocean, you could
easily drown yourself in them. He was quite, mysterious, and
he held this aura around him that reminded you of a cold
winter day.
I would never forget the day our lives crossed paths.
It was an light autumn day of May. I don''t really remember
the exact date, but it was rather a beautiful afternoon.
Everything was perfect, nothing could seem to go wrong. How
wrong I was.
"Serena, come, Mrs.Crook wants us to come to the information
board" I looked at Lita like she had grown an extra head.
Mrs.Crook? Our Visual Literature teacher. She was one
miserable teacher, and I''d bet you anything that she was
miserable as a person, too. All she ever seemed to do was to
make students miserable. Sometimes, we wondered how she got
a teaching job in Havard. We often made bets about her
dates. We tried matchmaking her with some other teachers, we
tried to get her to gon on a blind date, and on our arranged
blind date she went.
It was a total disaster.
We arranged it.
She hated it.
So she hated us.
What did she want from us?
We managed to get to the Information Board safely in less
than 10 minutes.
"Tell me again, why I took Visual Literature?" - I cursed
myself loudly.
Lita wasn''t helping out much either. She stood there, mouth
hanging open in shock. There I saw it. On the blue
background, was Big, Bold Writing in red.
ROMEO AND JULIET CAST LIST.
We were both miserable, we were both bored and we were both
idiots, why oh why couldn''t we leave the Visual Literature
class out of our timetables.
So Mrs.Crook had finally thought of something to get us
back, after all these pranks and rumours that the poor Lady
had *****ffer. We knew that we were doing a play, Romeo and
Juliet, but who would have thought, she would do this to us.
"Let''s see, Lita Kino..........Great, I get to play the
cousin, what about you." Lita seemed to take this in rather
calmly. I looked at my own role.
I wasn''t really paying any attention to Lita at the moment,
my eyes were caught up with something else.
"Serena Tsukino.......My God, Serena, you''re Juliet!! Isn''t
it great?"
Or was it? I didn''t have any reaction whatsoever, and then I
looked at Romeo''s role.
"Let''s see, who''s got Romeo''s part. Darien Chiba, who''s he?
Wait, isn''t he that guy in our Geometry class, who got half
of the class female population drool over? Serena, you''re in
luck!!!"
I searched my mind, for the name. He was just a brief image
that passed through my head, someone I shared a couple of
classes with, someone I sometimes saw around Havard. So, I
was to play Juliet and he was to play Romeo. I didn''t really
mind playing Juliet, but him, someone I barely knew, the
thought scared me. I''d have to kiss someone, and act like I
was totally, insanely in love with someone, whom I knew next
to nothing about. So, I spent all of the afternoon,
wondering and listening to Lita and Raye drooling over
Darien. "Darien this...and Darien that....And I wonder if he
was a good kisser,....." I was so sick of his name, that if
I heard it one more time, I would certainly throw up.
Who can be that perfect?
Apparently Darien could.
Some how, the thought of meeting him face to face, had
occupied me all day. His image was no longer someone with a
name, he was this statue of perfection in my head.
And he lived up to his reputation. He was good looking all
right, but somehow our meeting wasn''t the way that I''d
picture in my head.
''Damn, where on Earth is this A8? Havard is worse than a
labyrinth'' I held up the map, more like clutching it in my
sweaty palms, ok, so I was nervous, but why I wasn''t sure.
Darien Chiba had nothing to do with it. Or had he? The
thought of him swam in my head, I wasn''t really looking
where I was going. So it was naturally that I bumped into a
wall.
All my books came tumbling down like waterfall, paper flew
everywhere. My test, my Chemistry test flew near the
balcony, as I reached down to get it...
"Hmm, 75%, not bad...."
I looked up, and greeting me was a pair of bluest eyes I''ve
ever seen. I had a good look at the owner of the startling,
deep voice. So I didn''t bump into the wall, but rather
someone, someone with the bluest eyes I''ve ever seen in my
life.
There was only 1 word that could describe him.
He was beautiful.
Yes, beautiful, not just good looking or handsome. Beautiful
was the only word that could describe him. I found myself
staring at him for a long time, longer than necessary if you
ask me. His eyes were a dark shade of blue, blue of an
endless sky, the deepest ocean. They were mysterious, like
they were holding some kind of secrets just ready to be
unfolded. He caught me staring, he chuckled, but I had a
feeling that he was quite used to have girls looking at him
that way. Of course, he would, who wouldn''t be hypnotised by
his gaze, by his looks, by the aura that he had.
He looked at my test, a mischievous glint appeared on his
handsome features.
"Serena Tsukino, well well well, what a coincidence, so
Juliet lived up to her true reputation, she had quite a way
to greet her Romeo" He spoke, but never the teasing tone
left his voice.
That was when I realised that he was Darien Chiba. Now, that
wasn''t what I had in mind. In a million years, I would never
have thought that this is how we''d meet. This was Darien
Chiba. He was Darien Chiba.
My mind was screaming at me ''you utter hypocrite, and then
you thought Lita and Raye were bad, and here you are staring
at him...''
"What, speechless, I''m too charming aren''t I?" He continued.
I blinked, I didn''t know what came over me at that moment.
But I calmly replied.
"No, my love, I was just looking at something you got stuck
between your teeth"
He laughed his laugh rich and smooth. I''d never heard
anything like his chuckle. Like it had some kind of strange
power to make me chuckle back.
"And you''re wondering why I didn''t share it with you
sweetheart?" He said. Once again, chuckle slightly.
What was it about this man, I asked myself. I just couldn''t
control my thoughts. How we were able to bicker like this,
the first time we met, I didn''t know.
"Darien Chiba, Juliet, It''s a pleasure to meet you" He said
"Serena Tsukino, my Romeo, the pleasure is all mine" I
reached out and yanked my test out of his hand, with one
swift moment, I turned around and muttered in the most
cheerful tone I could manage.
"I''ve gotta go and feed Romeo junior, you know, nature call,
so I''ll see you around, love, preferably this afternoon in
the Performing Art Room, first rehearsal". With all the
courage that my 19 year-old mind could have, I blew him a
kiss, and like the kiss itself I disappeared in a blink of an eye, not enough courage to even turn around and look at
his reaction.
I cared.
I worried.
I thought of him all day.
Damn him.
That was the encounter of Romeo and Juliet, so brief but it
had left so many traces deep inside of Juliet. Juliet
thought that she''d never like to meet Romeo again.
But she was wrong again.
She did.
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A.N: Feedbacks please? Please, please.
Chapter 1 will come out as soon as I get my first e-mail.

Doi la bien kho..

Title: Whirlwind of fate
By: Silver sun
Genre: Alternate Reality
Rate: PG
Email: Silversun80@hotmail.com
AN: Here''s chapter 1! *Squeal with delights* It''s getting better and better. Or not really..
Chapter 1: The Relationship
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, they 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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "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 naked 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 naÃve 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 tole 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.
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.....

Doi la bien kho..

A special thank you to JK, who was kind enough to write me an email. =) I''ll make sủe to reply as soon as I can.
Chapter 2''s coming up!!
*hugs random people*
Hope you enjoy!

Doi la bien kho..

Too complicated to be able to comprehend by meself (since I''m pretty slow ) but nice writting anyway, keep up the good work
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Actually, the more I read the more i like the story you post up. Yet, I don''t like the end of chapter 1 because it is rather "cụt" and not in the right flow of the whole story. Do you think so? Still, I welcome your next post. Come on with your work, Sil.

Thanks for commenting. Keep them flowing! =)
Title: Whirlwind of fate
By: Silver sun
Genre: Alternate Reality
Rate: PG
Email: Silversun80@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: all the characters belong to...ME! I''m just kidding,
Gee, don''t put me in jail just yet, Fine I''ll say it, they
belong to..M.....No, not the nose, fine, They belong to the
goddess Naoko Takechi..There, ya happy?
AN: This is the result of my very badly running nose, and puffed
throat, so don''t sue me, if it''s bad.....
In Chapter 1...
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 enter the picture.
Darien Chiba
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Whirlwind of Fate
Chapter 2
By: Silver Sun
E-mail: Silversun80@hotmail.com (I think I''m trying to hint
something....)
Four years of working had been finally paid off. I wasn''t just
any writer any more, I was a script writer for a Hollywoods
movie. Romeo and Juliet. The name of the famous Shakespears''
play brought a strange tingling feeling to my ears.
I couldn''t believe it, I''d made it. No, we''d made it, Raye,
Lita, Amie, Seiya and I, we''d made it to Hollywoods.
Everything around me was just some blurry dots, with colours. My
stomach had turned into some slimy liquid, and my knees were
shaking madly.
The man standing before me was no more than thirty, standing
straight up, he shook my hand, his sandy blond hair fell into
his face. His eyes were grey and welcome. I felt certain warmth
through his gaze, and to think that my future depended in this
man''s hands. My stomach gave a little squeeze. ''It''s no time to
back out now, you can do it'' I told myself firmly.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Tsukino, I''m Andrew Furuta. Please sit
down" He said, his voice was incredibly friendly.
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Furuta"
"About the rules and regulations...-He paused. I concentrated on
his face - OK, I don''t want to bore you with all this rules and
regulations stuff. Why don''t you just tell me what you want to
tell me?"
I was startled, the man had certainly surprised me.
"Um...I have no questions..."
"None at all?"
"um...Maybe one, who''s the director?"
He laughed and I failed to see what was so funny.
"It''s a funny thing you ask, because the man himself asked me
who the script writer was"
"He did?" I asked.
"He did. He said he''d never ever read such a damned brilliant
script"
I blushed, my face shaded a little.
"He''s a friend of yours?"
"He''s a friend alright, but he is a puzzle, I tell you, can
never figure him out. Wait ''till you meet him yourself, and then
I''ll let you judge"
I heard a light knock on the door. Turning around I saw a
familiar pair of blue eyes. The mesmerising blue, the deep and
mysterious blue, as blue as the depth of the sea.
"Speak of the devil, Ms.Tsukino, I''d like you to meet Darien
Chiba, Romeo and Juliet''s director."
"Hello, Serena, long time no see" His voice, My God, his voice,
the voice that been haunting me for years. My God, the voice,
and the smile, and the eyes.
Two words slowly formed in my head.
Darien Chiba.
After four years....
I went numb. My mind, my heart, my eyes, my ears had altogether
stopped working.
Everything was dissolving. I saw blobs of green and red.
I couldn''t see, couldn''t hear. The last thing I could make out
was Andrew''s voice fading in the background.
I had fainted.
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I opened my eyes and found myself staring straight into two
pools of blue. I felt dizzy, and then like pieces of a puzzle,
everything came back to me.
Darien Chiba was back into my life.
Even worse, he was the director of the movie, my movie.
We''d be working together for nine months.
Then I remembered that he was looking at me intensely. He was
holding me, a worried expression held in his dark blue eyes.
His eyes. They somehow looked different to what I''d remembered.
Then I realised how close we were. I could smell his brilliant
cologne, surprisingly he still wore the same cologne. He sure
must have had a thing for roses.
I sat up, angry at myself for remembering what kind of cologne
he used.
That was when I gave myself a chance to look at him.
He''d changed.
He wasn''t just a good-looking guy any more, he was a handsome
man now. Times had done a lot to him. He was wearing a businiess
suit, that was so well-made for him, his hair was messily
tousled, may be he hadn''t changed that much.
He smiled at me, and I smiled back.
Funny, I could just imagine Raye and Lita swooning all over him
again.
"Klutz-attack again, Meat Ball head?" He said. After all those
years, he still had that mockery in his voice, but it was
somehow different, almost like sincerity wwas hidden in his
chuckle.
I looked at him, wide-eye. I felt awkward. How was I to act now?
What was I to do?
May be, just may be, we could start all over again. May be, just
may be, we could really be good friends this time.
Yes, we would be friends.
I''d never felt such strong confidence in my voice. I spoke
clearly, and firmly.
"Hello Darien, long time no see"
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To be continued...
A.N: I''m very sorry to say that....there will be no chapter 3,
if I don''t at least get 1 e-mail!!
*Wails*, send me e-mails, would u?

Doi la bien kho..

You did a gr8 job, Sil !!! i enjoy ur writing a lot, come on, chapter 3, what are you waiting for?!!

Ur writing tone is somewhat like that of some american writers like Stephen King, Virginia Andrew or R.L.Stine (know the series of pocket stories ''Fear Street'' by this writer??), ur story just reminds me of their books, very nice, all about teenagers.
I love very much the way you described the appearances and mood happenings of the characters in your story. Only the first part when u write about the death of Serena''s mother, it would be better if you add some more details i think ( how shocked the girl was, how deeply she was touched, the pain, the feelings of great loss, such and such, then this part would be more emotional and dramatic), and the following parts, kinda perfect. So I will say '' fairly successful'' if you let me rate huh

I was once dreaming of writing novels too - something romantic, touching and fascinating with convincing ending ( cuz most of those i ve read, i dont satisfy w/ the endings at all) but i was just dreaming only, not yet give a try even thou thought that i would name my novel '' life in the suitcase'' , im the type of just dreaming and never carrying things out.

Well, just wanna share you some of my ideas, and plz take it as my compliment on your work. Actually, ur story encourages my desire of writing alot but i ve just got a new box of oil pastels, and im having a stronger desire of doing some fineart work, cant wait

waiting excitedly 4 ur coming chapters and stories as well. You know, u ve got my support
 
-kat-
UTurnAwayWhenICaptureUrGlance

Thanks Kat_kat for your positive constructive comments. =). I wrote this story (and have finished this) 2 years ago, it is my first piece of fiction, so it lacked maturity, and my writing was terribly inexperienced as well. ^^
However, thank you for the wonderful praises. =) And never give up on your dreams. Good luck writing!
Title: Whirlwind of fate
By: Silver sun
Genre: Alternate Reality
Rate: PG
Email: Silversun80@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not own SM, big corporations and companies own SM...you just
have to rub that fact in my face, don''t you?
A.N: Special thanks to Ki-chan, the wonderful web mistress of Crystal Dreams,
who pre-read this chapter! *huggles Ki-chan*.
Also thanks to all the people who had e-mailed me, you guys ought to be
congratulated! Keep up the good work (meaning: E-mail me some more)!!!
Please I need more e-mails!
In Chapter 2...
He''d changed.
He wasn''t just a good-looking guy any more, he was a handsome man now. He
smiled at me, and I smiled back.
Funny, I could just imagine Raye and Lita swooning all over him again.
"Klutz-attack again, Meat Ball head?" He said. After all those years, he
still had that mockery in his voice, but it was somehow different, almost
like joys were hidden in his chuckle.
I looked at him, wide-eye. I felt awkward. How was I to act now? What was I
to do?
May be, just may be, we could start all over again. May be, just may be, we
could really be good friends this time.
Yes, we would be friends.
I''d never felt such strong confidence in my voice. I spoke clearly, and
firmly.
"Hello Darien, long time no see"
Whirlwind of Fate
Chapter 3: The friendship
E-mail: Silversun80@hotmail.com... *winks* hint hint
He came back and although that wasn''t supposed to change anything, he had
somehow messed up my life. Fate had decided to play a little prank on our
lives. We''d always bump into each other, deliberately or not. The weird thing
was that I didn''t seem to hate that routine. I felt empty and awkward not
seeing him, not bumping into him. It was just like I belonged there.
We argued. God, we argued a lot, too. We argued over the littlest thing to
the biggest, even if I secretly agreed with him, I would always choose the
other option. The only thing that we seemed to agree about was Andrew. He was
a nice guy, and he was the middle man. I found myself growing fond of him,
trusting him, liking him as a big brother. Whenever we were in a heated
argument, Andrew would always be the one to solve it. He called us "The
Pair".
Darien Chiba. How I hated him when he was right. But I hated myself more for
letting all these emotions that''d been buried deep in my heart to stir up. So
I did the most logical thing, I avoided him.
I knew I was strong and I stayed strong. I kept the wall I built around me
safe. It wasn''t like I needed it anyway, because I loved Seiya. I loved him.
That was all that mattered. No one would be able to change that fact. No one,
not Raye, not Lita, not Amy, not even Darien.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Who are you?"
"I am the Moonlight Knight (A.N: ^_^). And you, lovely angel?"
" I am the Sunlight Angel..."
"CUT!" - He shouted, taking all of us by surprise. His hair was tussled and
falling over his face, I looked at his eyes, though it was really hard seeing
through his golden framed glasses.
But standing at the corner of the room, I could almost feel the tension held
in his look.
"NO NO NO, Juliet, your eyes hold curiosity, surprise, confusion, not love"
I felt myself saying aloud without knowing.
"Why not?"
Darien looked at me, surprised.
"You tell me why ?" He said.
"No...you tell me why not?" I looked straight into his eyes. Everyone stopped
and looked at us. I heard the word "The Pair" faintly in the background. He
looked back at me, and answered calmly.
"Because, they''ve only met for 3 seconds, Juliet can''t have fallen in love
with Romeo already"
"But don''t you see, Darien, that is the idea, love doesn''t need to be
logical, it is a magical, wondrous thing"
"I know, Serena, I damn well know that, but 2 complete strangers can''t fall
in love in 3 seconds" I sensed the seriousness in his voice.
My heart gave a tight squeezed, I fell in love with him before I even knew
his voice, damn it. This wasn''t just an ordinary argument anymore...
"Why not? Time isn''t what at stake here. It is the heart, the mind, that
count. When they look at each other, they just know that they belong
together, they can just feel it, they will just know that they''ll grow old
together, happily in a cozy little house. Just one look and they know they''re
in love" I said, my voice slightly trembled.
"No, Serena, that only happens in Faerie Tales, that is totally, ridiculously
unrealistic."
He said, still looking directly at me.
"Do you know what your problem is, Darien? Your problem is that you don''t
feel, you don''t allow yourself to feel. Love is not unrealistic, it is
magical, it is.."
He cut me off.
"Grow up Serena, this is a movie for goodness'' sake. You don''t honestly
believe that love is magical, do you?"
Tears were threatening at the back of my eyes.
"I do, Darien. Don''t you?"
He stopped, I could almost swear that I saw something flickered in his eyes.
Then he sighed.
"No, I don''t Serena. You shouldn''t either. Wait ''till you''re in love"
"Darien Chiba, not because you have some kind of mental problems, you can
allow yourself to insult the most sacred thing in this whole wide world,
Love, you cannot deny the whole purpose of my life - I shouted - And yes, I
have been in love, Darien"
Tears were streaming down my face. Turning around so I couldn''t see his face.
Andrew gave me a friendly squeeze on my shoulder. I didn''t know what to think
or what to do. But I knew what I needed.
Escape.
So I ran.
I ran so fast, I didn''t care if I tripped, I just ran, carelessly blindly.
I heard his voice calling my names, but I kept running until'' I couldn''t feel
his presence anymore.
I sat on the bench in the park.
I saw couples, hand in hand, giggling and laughing.
I cried for myself, I cried for everything that I''d believed in, I cried for
my heart. I just kept crying and crying.
I remembered that my mum once told me, tears were the most powerful weapon.
Not to destroy, but to create. I wondered if that was what I was doing.
Creating.
I don''t know how long I stayed there, but when I came back to the filming
location, everyone was gone.
No.
Not everyone, Darien was there.
He was standing on the doorstep, his tall built leaned on the door frame.
Hands holding a cup of coffee, he casually asked me.
"Want some coffee?"
"No"
"I know, after all, you never know what I put in my coffee - he winked at me
- and trust me you don''t want to know" He said, trying to keep the
conversation light.
We both laughed.
Silence.
"So...where is everyone?"
"They took the day off"
I heard him, but not believing what I was hearing. They took the day off?
Darien would never...
"I know what you''re thinking, Serena, but after what happened, no matter how
brutally I treat the cruise..."
"But I''m just a script writer? Everyone can surely carry on the work without
a scriptwriter" I asked.
"Yes, they can, but they can''t carry on without a director, can they?"
"Without...- I stopped mid sentence. Darien...
Silence.
"Sorry..." we both said at once. I looked up, and there in his eyes, I
couldn''t recognize what it was in his eyes.
"You go first, Darien"
"I''m sorry, Serena. About what I said earlier. I didn''t mean it"
"You didn''t mean what, Darien? I can''t blame you if we have different
believes"
"No, we don''t have different believes...I just have a problem"
I laughed.
"No, I''m serious, Serena" He said slowly, trying to keep his voice casually.
"It''s OK, Darien, I understand"
I said, so serious that he looked surprise.
I sat down next to him, and I did something that totally surprised him. I
drank his coffee.
The smooth, bitter dark liquid traveled down my throat, making me feel
light-headed.
I coughed.
He chuckled, still the same smooth and deep chuckle.
"You never struck me as the Coffee type, Meatball Head"
"Shut up, Darien" I said, feeling silly and childish.
He laughed.
But he didn''t shut up.
In fact we talked and talked for hours. We talked about life, we talked about
the film, we talked about dogs, we talked about flowers. It was amazing how
we could talk about almost anything.
We watched the sun set together, for once I felt comfortable in his presence.
He took me home that day. Before I got out of the car, he took me by the
hand, looking straight into my eyes, he said.
"By the way, whoever said listening to Darien Chiba is a mistake. Look at
your eyes, Serena. They are beautiful."
I blushed, feeling surprise that he even remembered. Then a strange dejavu
feeling filled my head making me feel light and cozy.
~~~~~~~
"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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That wasn''t too long ago.
4 years seemed like nothing.
Our first kiss.
Everything was coming back, so strangely and clearly.
I''d never felt so protected in my life.
But not loved.
I loved Seiya, I reminded myself.
I loved Seiya.
Almost like he was sensing my thoughts, he let go of my hand, and ever so
softly he said.
"Good night, Meat Ball Head"
I saw his black car disappearing around the corner. I sniffed in the sweet
scent of the air, and smiled at myself.
"Goodnight, Darien".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I need more e-mails!...I dunno if this
trick''ll work again but...there will be no chapter 4 if I don''t at least
get...3 e-mails! (fooled you there ^_^)

Doi la bien kho..

Sil, I like your story. Really do.
Post Chapter 4, will you .....