TRUST ME
   by Aeris -> aeris03@hotmail.com

   Well, hi once again to all of you out there, reading my fanfic.
Well, I'm really thankful for the mail you sent me. And I am absolutely
thankful that you liked "Snow White Serenity." Do you think I should
write more of those twisted fairy tales? Do you think I should put the
senshi there, or should these be confined to only Mamo and Usagi? Tell
me, tell me! I really need to know. I might get inspired enough to pass
one of those before I even finish this one.
   Anyway, in this chapter, the Starlights would appear. I said that
earlier so you wouldn't be THAT surprised. Anyway, I'll use the
Japanese names for them 'coz I have absolutely no idea what their
dubbed ones are. At least, with Yaten and Taiki. I know that Seiya's is
Sean, but what about the other two? I looked up names for them in a
Baby Name Book and found a few for Taiki but good names beginning in Y
are SO hard to find. I got only one: Ysaac. And I don't even like it
that much.
   Either way, I haven't got that much to say, except for thanks to all
the people I've also mentioned in TRUST ME: ONE, so read on!
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TWO
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   A teenage girl carrying two particularly heavy bags trudged her way
out of the airport. Finally reaching open space, she dropped her
luggage, took a deep breath, and sighed, "At last, fresh air!" Then she
reflected, "Boy, was that SOME trip! I thought that finding that girl
was hard. I now realize that actually trying to FACE her is a REAL
challenge."
   A free taxi caught her eye. "Oh," she cried out. She started jumping
up and down, waving her hands. "Taxi, taxi!"
   However, the vehicle went past her, and she was dismayed. "DAMN!"
   "Hey," an unfamiliar rugged voice shouted at her. "You gettin' in o'
what?"
   The girl looked down the low flight of stairs leading to the
sidewalk to see a run-down, battered vehicle she's afraid to call a
car. What more of a taxi? "Oh," she said lamely. "What the heck."
   "Yeah, yeah," she shouted back. "I'm getting in. Just help me with
these, would you?"
   The taxi driver went out of the car to help her get her things into
the trunk, which took quite a while. After (finally) getting the bags
into the vast back of the car, she jumped into the back seat, slightly
panting. The driver also got in and asked, "Where to, young girl?"
   Mina Aino slammed the ugly, creaking door shut, almost having it
come off. "Hollywood."

   Serena Tsukino looked out the window. A pretty nice view of
Hollywood can be seen, yet Serena can see nothing. Her face was in the
direction of Moonlight Theater, but her mind was on something else.
   She was thinking of her new life, and the lot of people she's met
for the ten months she'd been a star. It was the middle of April, a
month of spring, and surprises were really springing around. Two
months... Only two months are left before her birthday and she just
couldn't imagine the celebration that would take place. All she sees
when tries to is a scenery from somewhere else, of some other time. She
sees people from her 'old' life in a simple setting... It was a little
party in her house, with all of them there: Her dad, her mom, Sammy,
Amy, Raye, Lita, Mina and Darien... And then there's a cake surrounded
by other meals on the table, such as spaghetti with meatballs... Just a
pretty small yet thoroughly enjoying festivity.
   That's how her birthday was celebrated all throughout her life.
How's is going to be with her new friends and family? Will it be just
as simple, or grand? Will it just be Teresa and her, or with the cast
of her show? And the question she fears most: do they even KNOW that
her birthday is near?
   Serena's train of thoughts was interrupted by a knock at her door.
"Bunny," a familiar male voice called out. "You there?"
   Serena's face snapped to the direction of her door. "Seiya?"

   She met Seiya Kou during her first ever show, in Cinderella. He
turned out to be the 'hotshot' Teresa was referring to. And he really
was, Serena noted.
   It was a wonder that Serena doesn't know him, or his brothers, at
all. Seiya had two other brothers: Yaten and Taiki. They make up a
band, called the Three Lights, and they were a real hit in all of the
world. They were in demand, and have appeared in over a hundred
concerts. (Aeris: Do I have to describe them? I guess not. You know who
they are.)
   Seiya was recruited for the play, and took the role of Prince
Charming while Serena portrayed Cinderella. It grabbed a lot of
attention, and from there Serena became popular, as an actress and
singer. They had lots of fun together, but they were never more than
friends. Although they both knew of Seiya's feelings...
   Serena had also appeared in some of the Three Light's concert, and
became successful at being a singer, too, but became more popular as
an actress. Sometimes the Lights would appear at her shows, and the
production gave the audience an impression of a relationship between
Seiya and Serena...

   Amy opened the door to see Lita smiling, carrying a knapsack.
   "Hey," Lita greeted.
   "Hey," Raye replied, never glancing up from Amy's television.
   "And hello," Amy said, taking Lita's bag and placing it on her extra
closet space. "Get in."
   Lita slumped down beside Raye on the floor. "So," she began. "How's
Reenie's going."
   "Gone?" Raye replied, her eyes still fixed upon the TV screen. "I
mean, don't you get it?"
   "I do, okay?" Lita snapped. "I was just wondering if she can still
take it."
   "She's okay," Amy cut in. She sighed exasperatedly. Can't any of you
survive a day without a fight? It's getting so arduous."
   "We aren't fighting," Raye said, momentarily glaring at Lita. "Just
arguing."
   "Yeah, right," Amy smirked. "Anyway... The reason we're here..." she
prompted.
   "What?" Lita asked.
   Amy wearily stared at Lita with inquiring eyes. Finally, Lita got
it.
   "Oh."
   "So," Amy continued. "I think that all we can do is follow Serena
and go where they all are."
   "But that's gonna take some time, since we don't have passports,"
Lita protested.
   "Exactly in time for Serena's birthday," Amy replied. "And that's
just right for what I have in mind."
   "You have a plan!" Lita exclaimed.
   "Of course." Amy opened the closet. "I'm gonna fix the bed."
   "Good idea," Lita agreed.
   "Hey guys," Raye suddenly spoke up. "Look at this," she pointed to
a figure on television.
   "Where?" Lita asked.
   "There," Raye pointed once more.
   Lita squinted hard at the screen. "Okay, she's petite, blond,
blue-eyed... What about her?"
   "Don't you see?" Raye exclaimed. "It's Serena!"
   "Oh... What?" Lita burst out. "Serena? But what the heck - "
   "I know," Raye said. "But it's her."
   Lita continued to stare at the television. "Hey, who's that guy?"
   "Who?" Raye examined the figures.
   Lita ignored her and called Amy. "Hey, Ames? Do you know anyone tall
that Serena dates with black hair?"
   "Where? Where?" Raye scanned the screen frantically.
   Amy laughed softly. "I think you just described Darien."
   "No," Lita shook her head. "This guy's different. He... He's got a
ponytail."
   "Oh, him," Raye spotted the man Lita was talking about.
   "Hmmm," Amy murmured, sitting on the bed.
   "And guess what?" Lita cried out, stars in her eyes. "He looks
EXACTLY like my old boyfriend!"

   Darien was in LA. He stayed in a hotel, and had just arrived the day
earlier. He set out at once to gather information of 'Bunny Thompson'.
He soon found out that she was working for Moonlight Productions. Just
today did he acquire the number to the company.
   It was in his hands and was written in a torn notebook paper.
Somehow, in some ways, it felt so delicate, so precious, and so evil,
all at the same time. He can't explain it all.
   He sat on a chair, staring at it for a long time, until he realized
that much time has been wasted. He gathered up his senses in one deep
breath. Then he sighed. "Well, it's all or nothing."
   Darien reached for the phone and dialed up the number. He did it
with much care that he might not be wasting time. It took him months to
get here, and such time consumed almost all his hopes of reuniting with
his one true beloved.
   A series of rings were heard. Finally, his call was answered.
"Hello, Moonlight Productions. This is Louise. How may I help you?"
   Suddenly, he was in loss of words. All of it were stuck in his
throat, and found no way to escape and do their duty.
   Louise was obviously offended. "Well, if you have no other better
things to do in life than bug innocent people doing their
responsibilities, then you better be dead."
   Then she hung up.
   Darien stared at the receiver. Then he sighed. "Stupidity," he
cursed himself. But still, he thought, I can't just waste my time
moping around. I have to move. To try. To get her back.
   That sudden boost of inspiration gave Darien the courage to once
more dial the blasted number. Again, he heard the boisterous voice of
Louise, who acted as if nothing happened. Must have been part of
professionalism, he thought.
   "Uh... hi?" he said unceratinly. "May I - May I speak to Sere - I
mean, to Bunny Thompson?"
   "May I know who's on the line?" she asked. "You MUST understand that
Ms. Thompson is SO meticulous about these calls."
   Darien's throat run dry. "I - I'm Andrew Furuhata, her childhood
friend..." Andrew, forgive me, he pleaded silently.
   "Oh, I see. Wait a second," Louise said and held the line. A minute
later, Serena was on.
   "Hello," Serena said. "Andrew, is that really you? How did you know
that I - Man, you really surprise me..."
   Darien almost laughed as she heard Serena babbling on and on. She
never changed, he thought. She's still the same cheerful person, even
though she famous now.
   " - I am really amazed, y'know, you finding out where I am and what
my name is... Hey, how DID you exactly know all these things, huh
Andrew? How?"
   Darien almost gasped.
   He is DEAD meat.
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  So, how was it? It's not as long as the first part, but I have been
having some troubles in writing down my ideas, but hey, what can I do?
I'm just a poor fan. I'm not a real writer. If I am, then maybe I could
have been famous right now you surely would have heard of me outside
the confined world of the Internet. Yeah, I may be a little exaggerated
there but... >sigh< Let's just get this over with! Ciao!        -Aeris

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