Hey everyone. Ok, here's the deal. This is my 
first Fanfic. I prefer the English names to the 
characters, so that is was I used. I hope you like 
it. This part on really doesn't have much to it. But 
it gives a general idea of what is going on. This 
story doesn't include the scouts for all those who 
like them in the stories. Only Serena and Darien. I 
also changed the age difference. It's only a two-year 
difference here. I really hope you all enjoy it. I 
know you always probably read this, BUT I LOVE E-
MAIL. I would all you opinions. Good or bad. I also 
love suggestions on where to take my stories. I get 
writers block easily. So if you got a good idea tell 
me.
	Also, the regular disclaimers here also apply. 
I do not own anything that relates to Sailor Moon 
except this story. Which is based of a True TV Show. 
(Kind of) So without any other delays here is Part 1 
of "A Friend From the Past".



A Friend From the Past
By: Alys
E-Mail: mazzei@isoc.net, Tiamat135@hotmail.com 
Rating: G-PG


"Well Serena, this is your new home. For now at 
least. Hopefully soon we will be able to find some 
family of yours that can take you in. You were really 
lucky to survive that crash."
"Yes, I know," said 15-year-old Serena to the 
man who had dropped her off at the orphanage. As she 
looked at her new home she felt anything but lucky. 
The building looked dark and cold to her, not at all 
like a welcoming place. But as she told herself 
earlier she would not complain. She had no right. 
After all she now had no one or anything to compare 
the orphanage, some it was not like she was used to 
anything better. At least from what she knew. 
"Come on lets go. We need to check in and get 
you settled." 
With that Serena's escort started walking 
towards the front door. Serena grabbed her one and 
only suitcase and jogged to catch up with him. When 
they reached the front door the man knocked twice and 
then waited for the door to open. After a few minutes 
a lady in her later 30's opened the door with a 
smile. 
"Welcome. My name is Miss. Dahl. You must be 
Serena. Please come in. I will take her from here. 
Thank you for bringing her here Mr. Titan."
"It was no problem. Now Serena I hope to see 
you soon with some good news for you."
With that Serena watched Mr. Titan walk back 
down the walk to his car. 
"Well let's take you to your room. Come on. 
This way."
Miss.  Dahl led Serena down the hall and up a 
few flights of stairs. Finally after what seemed like 
forever the Serena Miss Dahl stopped in front of a 
room. 
"We have fifty rooms in this orphanage. This 
house was once a huge manor house to a very rich 
family hundreds of years ago. The last living 
relative sold it to our organization about thirty 
years ago. Almost all the rooms are filled, but we 
hope one day that they will be empty because all 
children will have good homes. I am second in charge 
here. I manage stuff like the budget, and other 
important files. I am also in charge of the library. 
Now lets get you unpacked shall we?" 
Serena decided right away she liked Miss. Dahl. 
She seemed to be very nice, and understanding. Once 
the door was opened, Serena walked in and gasped. The 
room was pretty big. It was just on room but it has a 
dresser, a bed and an old desk in it. Serena could 
tell that there was probably more because there was 
defiantly the room but it was most likely sold or 
moved somewhere else. The walls were painted a soft 
blue, and it had a stormy blue rug in the center. 
There was one window in the room the faced the back 
of the house. Bellow she could tell that the front of 
the manor was probably the least cared for. In the 
back there was a nice sized yard, and a beautiful 
flower garden filled with all sorts of flowers. She 
would also have a perfect view of the sunset.
"Are all the rooms as nice as this? I can't 
believe that an orphanage was such a nice place."
"Well not all the rooms are this big. A lot of 
them are smaller. But this was the only one we had 
ready for you. Feel free to hang up anything you 
want. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask ok?" 
"Well I don't have much. But thanks."
"Now we must check you in with Mrs. Stantine. 
She is in charge here. We need to tell her you are 
here. Lets go."
Again Serena was lead through the building. 
Along the way she noticed a ton of old paintings hung 
up on the walls. All the people seemed to be finely 
dressed and had a snobby look to them.
"Are these the people who used to own the 
house?" asked Serena.
"Yes. The Shields had a big family. Well in the 
fact that there were a lot of side families, you know 
Aunts, Uncles. The main family had only one son. But 
he disappeared on day and they never saw him again. 
SO the house was passed from relative the relative."
"Oh."
"Well we're here. Now I must warn you, Mrs. 
Stantine can be a little frightening at first, but 
don't worry once she gets to know you she will 
lighten up."
With that Miss Dahl opened the door and left. 
Serena walked in and immediately noticed a difference 
in the atmosphere. Looking over the desk Serena for 
the first time noticed Mrs. Stantine. She had a cool, 
almost cold look to her. Her eyes were set in a deep 
studying look, and her lips pressed in a thin line. 
Her dark brown hair was pulled up in a bun at the 
base of her neck.
"So you are Serena. Lets see. According to this 
report here, your parents died in a crash. Correct?"
"Yes. That's right."
"It also says here you had a nasty bump to the 
head, and don't remember much."
"Yes. The doctors say my memory might come 
back, but they were unsure. Right now they are 
checking to see if they can find any relatives that 
can take me," after saying that Serena realized that 
Mrs. Stantine did not look pleased with her.
"I know that already young lady. SO it looks 
like I get to deal with you till then. Well first I 
must tell you I will not have you talking to me like 
a little know it all. Second, I expect you to follow 
all the rules here. You are to do what you are told. 
Understood."
Serena nodded her head and decided right there 
and then to stay out of her way. She did not want to 
spend any more time then necessary with then woman. 
"You may go now. Dinner will be served at 6:00 
pm sharp. Do not be late."
"Yes. I will be there. Thank you."
Serena turned and left the office without a 
second glance behind her. She decided since she would 
be staying here she might as well look around. For 
about 15 minutes she wandered the nearby halls trying 
to figure out where she was. It hit her then she did 
not see any other children. Turning the corner she 
mumbled to herself,
"I wander where everyone is." 
No sooner were the words spoken did she see a 
group of kids ahead of her. She walked up to them, 
noticing that none of them saw her.
"Did you here about the new kid? I here she has 
no clue who she is. Lost her parents in a crash," 
said one girl. 
"Did you hear where she is staying," asked 
another.
"Nope where?" ask the first.
"Up stairs, floor three. With those huge 
rooms."
"No way," said the boy standing with them. "No 
one ever gets those rooms. Why would she get one?"
"Don't know. Mrs. Stantine wouldn't tell me. 
Said she wouldn't be staying long."
"That is so not fair. The little?"
That is when they notice Serena backing away 
slowly. She had heard what they said and had decided 
not to get involved. 
"Hey! Were you listening to us? Don't you have 
any manners? Or did you forget them too?"
"N-no I'm sorry. I didn't mean to listen in. I 
was just wandering around. I'm sorry." Serena, who 
did not want to stay around any longer turned and ran 
crying away from the kids. Some how she managed to 
get back to her room. There she sat on the bed and 
cried out her frustration. She couldn't believe her 
life. She knew right away that this place was going 
to be torture, and she had nothing of comfort. After 
a while of crying she sat up and looked around again. 
"O well might as well unpack my bag."
With that she walked over to where she laid it 
and opened it up. It held a few things. Some clothes 
she had received from the hospital, and a few things 
found in the crash. While sorting though the bag she 
found a small green pouch tided with black ribbon. 
Opening it up, Serena dumped out what was inside. In 
her hand she found a palm sized star locket the color 
of gold. 
"What's this?" Serena asked herself. 
"Something from my past. Has to be. I wonder 
what's inside." 
Turning around in her hand Serena looked for a 
latch of sorts. Finally she found it. Using her 
fingers she slowly opened the locket. When it was 
opened it started to play a sweet song. 
"Its so beautiful," Serena whispered to herself 
as she listened to it play over and over. Suddenly 
she remembered dinner. Checking her watch, which had 
survived with her, she saw that she had only 5 
minutes to find the dinning room. Putting the locket 
into her pocket she rushed out of her room down the 
hall hoping to find someone to show her the way. 
While she was running through the halls she couldn't 
help but remembering the sweet melody of the song. 
Finally she saw some kids heading towards the dinning 
and she followed at a safe distance. When she 
entered, she noticed several glances and whispering 
heading her way. She knew instantly that she 
situation had been spread around to everyone. Heading 
towards a table she received some very cool glares 
and decided to sit at the end, away from every one. 
She could tell that she had no friends here. They all 
seemed to be upset about something, most likely the 
room or some other rumor that had been spread. 
After dinner, Serena headed straight to her 
room not wanting to be around the others any longer. 
Laying on her bed she watched the sun setting outside 
her window listening to her locket play. She was 
crying. She only wanted to be accepted. She saw now 
that she would not be. Laying there she cried herself 
to sleep, listening to the comforting music. Little 
did she know that some one had seen how she was 
treated, and had decided to become her friend, 
somehow.


*Darien*

	He watched her over the next few days. He could 
not say she did not try. She did her best, getting up 
every mourning, and going through out day. She seemed 
to be ignored by the others. He knew from being there 
that the first group she had run into had been the 
more popular kids that made the rules there. No one 
dare disagree with them. So when they had decided to 
make the poor girl miserable the others just followed 
without question. She did seem to have one friend 
there. That was Miss. Dahl. But then again Miss. Dahl 
was friends' with everyone. She was friends' with 
even old Mrs. Stantine. 
	"And soon she shall have another," he said to 
himself in the empty hall. He had decided to 
introduce himself to her when she was outside. That 
way if she got scared and screamed it would be less 
noticeable. He was heading out there now. Then 
suddenly he stopped.
"What am I doing?" he thought to himself. "I 
have never showed myself. What if she doesn't care? 
What if she doesn't want to know me? What if she just 
screams and runs?" 
"Maybe I shouldn't do this."
But then he remembered the look on her face the 
first night. It was a look of total abandonment. She 
had no one. Not one true friend. 
"You've got to do this Darien. She needs you."
After finally convincing himself again he 
headed outside to look for her. At first he did not 
see her, but then he finally spotted her in the 
garden. She was walking through the lanes looking at 
all the flowers. He watched her occasionally stop the 
think over a decision then walk over. She then came 
to a bunch of rose bushes. He watched her looking and 
then suddenly stop, bend over, and pick one of the 
flowers. He floated closer to see what she had found. 
It was a beautiful white rose, with red swirls in it.
"It must be some kind of mix," she said.
At first he thought that she was talking to 
him. But he then realized that she was just talking 
to no one. He then noticed that she had put the 
flower in her hair, next to one of the buns that she 
kept her hair in. He decided right there to make 
himself known to her. 
"The roses are beautiful aren't they?"
She looked up and around to the sound of the 
voice. When she saw him she seemed to pause for only 
a second before she started backing up.
"Wh-who are you? What are you?" she said.
"Please, don't be scared I am not going to hurt 
you. I am a ghost. I live in the house. My name is 
Darien."
"What do you want?" She was shaking now. He 
thought about leaving right there and then, but 
remembering her sadness? He wasn't going to give up.
"Well I, well. I have been watching you. You 
seemed to need a friend. None here is going to 
lighten up. So I thought I might offer my friendship 
to you."
He saw several emotions go across here face, 
but the one that stayed was annoyance. Not the one he 
was expecting.
"I don't need your pity. I am fine by myself. I 
don't need you."
WHAT!?!? Here he was trying to be nice and she 
was annoyed with him. That little, little meatball 
head. Here he was revealing himself to her, putting 
his existence on the line and she was just blowing 
him off.
"Fine. You don't want me around that's fine 
with me. See what I care. Sorry if I ruined your day 
by trying to be nice." With that he started to fade 
away. See what he cared. If she wanted to be alone 
let her. She can go ahead and be a little?
"Please wait. I'm sorry. I didn't have a right 
to snap. I'm sorry."
That stopped him. He turned to her and stayed 
where he was, almost invisible to her.
"I would like to be friends. It was very nice 
of you to offer. Plus I doubt anyone else is ever 
going to lighten up around here. I guess to already 
know, but my name is Serena. What did you say yours 
was again?"
"Its Darien. But you got to promise one thing."
"Sure what?"
"You can't tell anyone. Everyone here mostly 
believes I am a myth. A story. I would like to keep 
it that way."
"You mean no one knows about you besides me? 
You don't have any other friends?"
"No. I guess we have that in common. One friend 
each."
He wanted to stay and talk to her more, but the 
dinner bell was ringing, and she had to go. He 
promised her that he would meet up with her again 
later. She wanted to know where but he told her that 
he was just show up, and not to worry.
"I must warn you though," he said to her, "Only 
you will be able to see me. No one else. Not unless I 
chose them too."
"So basically your telling me not to make it 
look I am talking to some one not there and make an 
idiot of myself. I can do that. Well I got to go now. 
See you later."
With that final sentence she ran off to dinner. 
He could already see a difference in her. When she 
turned around one last time he could see a true smile 
on her face. He watched turn and skip into the 
building off to eat by herself. 
Why not? He thought to himself as he followed 
after her. When he got to the dinning hall he looked 
around and saw her sitting by herself as he expected. 
He walked over to he and sat on the table next to 
her. At first she did not notice him but she did when 
he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Brrr. What in the world?" she said as she 
looked around. Finally noticing him next to her, she 
looked around and then smiled at him.
"Oh. Hi. I thought we were going to meet later. 
What's up?" she said in a soft voice.
"I just thought I would keep you company while 
you eat. I noticed you were alone."
"Yea, I usually am. I really don't mind though. 
I mean I would rather be alone, and left alone then 
try to sit with everyone else and get tortured."
He again felt sorry for her. She really didn't 
deserve this, no one did. But like a lot of people, 
she was one of the unlucky ones in life.
He did not know what to say to her, so he just 
stayed with her though out the meal, being what she 
needed. A reassuring friend. After dinner the dinning 
hall cleared of kids. After everyone was gone Serena 
cleared her place and headed out into the hall. She 
automatically headed for her room where she spent 
most of her time, or at least that is what he had 
noticed. Darien could still tell she was in one of 
her better moods. Reaching her door she opened it and 
headed in. But when Darien got there he paused. She 
did not invite him into her room and he did not want 
to float in.
"Serena? Is it ok if I come in?"
"Huh? Oh sure come on in. Sorry," she said 
returning to the half closed door, "I should have 
invited you in. I guess I am not used to having a 
friend yet." She gave him a half grin with a look 
that had asking forgiveness written into it.
"It's ok. I just didn't want to float in 
unexpected if you know what I mean."
She was about to open the door for him but he 
decided the float through it instead. Turning around 
he was welcomed with a look of shock and curiosity.
"That's neat. Wish I could do it. By the way. I 
wanted to ask you. When you touched me earlier, well, 
that is, is your touch always that cold? I don't mean 
to be rude, but it was kind of scary. One minute it 
was slightly to warm then it was like a chilly breeze 
was only touching my shoulder."
"Yea, it is always like that. You didn't mind 
though did you?"
"Oh no. It will just take some getting used to. 
That's all."
He stayed with her for a couple of hours, 
talking with her about anything she wanted to bring. 
He listened to her talk about along she had felt, and 
how she felt so unwelcomed at the orphanage. She 
asked a few questions about himself.
"So how old are you?"
"Well," he started, "I have been here for 
around 400 years."
"Wow. That's long. Can't you leave?"
"No place better to go. Besides I like it here. 
Lots of people to scare when ever I want." He gave 
her a smile that meant he was just joking around but 
he still got snapped at.
"That's mean. Why would you want to scare 
people? They never did anything to you. That's just 
plain out, out, well plain out mean."
He gave a small laugh. He knew he would like 
this girl. There was just something about her that he 
couldn't place his finger on, but he knew that his 
choice of becoming her friend was a good decision on 
his part.


End of Part One

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