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	Title: Destiny's Angel
	By Sailor Angel
	Chapter 1: New Beginnings - The Beginning is the End is the Beginning
	Rating: PG

	email: sailorangel@senshi.net
	http://fly.to/sailorangel

	Disclaimer: I do not own Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon, that honour belongs to 
Naoko Takeuchi, DIC, and other various companies. I am only borrowing Sailor Moon, 
Tuxedo Mask, and the existing characters. However, some other characters in this series 
are created by me, and are therefore mine. Please don't steal (or clone) them.
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	Angry indigo eyes glared at the ice, as the booted feet faltered again. Tired eyes 
closed briefly, tired of failing, of seeing the same things happen time after time. A resigned 
sigh escaped tender lips, sore from being bitten to cover failure, disappointment and pain. 
Skates slowly glided across newly frozen and polished ice, picking up momentum as the 
young woman's confidence grew. Turning on her right foot, she grinned and continued her 
lap of the ice rink backwards.
	Footsteps echoed through the hall, faintly at first, approaching the rink. Her smile 
widened, and she waved as a young man with shoulder length chestnut hair in a ponytail 
entered through a door on the ground level. He laughed and crossed his arms over his 
chest. "So, we think we're pretty good now, huh Ari?"
	Ariana cocked her head to one side, considering. "Not bad," she replied, sticking 
out her tongue and winking at her partner. "All things considered, that is," she grimaced 
comically, gesturing to her left foot. "So," she began, stopping as she approached her 
partner. "Who were you ringing?"
	"Home," he replied, vaulting over the barrier to join her.
	"And?"
	"And what?"
	"Michael!" Ari protested.
	"And," Michael grinned, "just like we hoped, the press has no idea we're here in 
Japan," he smiled gratefully. Placing one hand around Ari's waist he pushed off, starting 
another lap around the ice. "So, no more cameras and journalists hounding us while we get 
you back to your old self."
	"Michael, they said I'd never be able to do that again," she reminded him in a 
whisper, her heart breaking at the thought.
	"Hey," he brought her to a standstill, and took her chin in one hand,  forcing her to 
look at him instead of the ice. "They also said you'd never skate again. Or be able to walk 
properly. Look at how much you've done so far," he urged her. "Don't let them stop you 
now, not when you're so close!"
	Light violet eyes stared into hazel ones. "You really believe I can?" she asked, voice 
trembling, shaken by his conviction and faith in her abilities. It meant so much to her to be 
able to skate. It was all she'd ever wanted to do, to fly on the ice. It was her life.
	"Of course," Michael promised, wrapping his arms around her, and leaning his 
cheek on the top of her head.
	"I should warn you I still can't walk for long without an ankle guard," Ari 
murmured wryly into Michael's shoulder. "But thankyou."
	"For what?"
	"For....everything. But mainly for sticking around," she told him.
	"I'll be here for as long as you need me, partner," Michael pledged.
	*beeep beeep* *beeep beeep* *beeep -*
	"Oh man," Ari groaned, pulling out of Michael's embrace to switch off the alarm on 
her wristwatch.
	"What?" asked Michael, confused.
	"I'm late," she muttered. "I'll catch you later, kay?" she said, giving him a quick 
peck on the cheek, and heading towards the door Michael had previously entered from.
	"Ari?" Michael called after her. "Late for what? Ari!?" The door thudded shut behind
 her. "Dammit!" Ari was his partner and his best friend, sometimes it almost seemed like 
something more, but she was more independent than he would have liked. They were 
partners after all - they were meant to be able to tell each other everything. What was so 
secret she couldn't tell him?

	White eyes stared unseeingly, but unswervingly at the unfortunate blonde woman. 
"Say what, Solaris?" a rich, low voice demanded, quivering with barely suppressed rage and 
tension.
	Vivid emerald eyes broke from the gaze of the other woman, briefly closing as she 
steeled herself for the onslaught of the building storm. "I repeat, Oracle, our vessel is 
running extremely low on fuel, and none of us currently has the energy to spare that would 
enable us to push it a bit further."
	Solaris nervously brushed gleaming golden hair back behind her ears, and smoothed
 down her tight red outfit. An emerald diadem was suspended from a golden chain across 
her forehead, positioned directly above and between eyes of the same sparkling hue. 
Gemstones of the same size and colour adorned her ears. High-heeled boots, the same 
scarlet red as the rest of her scandalous outfit, rose to mid-thigh. "We are currently in an 
undeveloped Class 7 system." She hesitates, but the words seem to burst from her throat. 
"Was it really wise to have come quite this far?"
	Sky blue energy blazed from Oracle's pale eyes, illuminating her face and the 
surrounding darkness. Solaris involuntarily flinched back, all too familiar with her leader's 
displays of temper. "Must I remind you that it was necessary to travel this far to escape 
pursuit? They don't dare chase us into undeveloped solar systems, for fear of destroying an 
innocent planet or somehow interfering with a planet's natural evolution," Oracles sneered, 
holding the beliefs of their people in contempt. "By journeying this far, we not only elude 
their pathetic attempts of capture, but we also have the opportunity to conceal ourselves on 
an uninhabited planet." *However unpleasant that might be* Oracle thought, but didn't 
share with her underling. Solaris was going to be enough of a pain as it was. She didn't 
need to know that her leader felt roughly the same way.
	"If necessary I  have enough energy to sustain our ship for the extra period of time it
 will take us to reach the next system, but....." Oracle trailed off, as she felt a twinge of 
premonition wash over her.
	"But ...?" prompted Solaris.
	Oracle ignored her younger subordinate. Chin in hand she mused silently, and 
Solaris, knowing better than to interrupt, had no choice but to wait and try to hide her 
impatience. Dressed comfortably in Arabian-esque style clothing, with mainly short, spiky 
pale blue hair, Oracle didn't look the part of one of the most powerful psychics in the 
known galaxies.  Neither would anyone have immediately known she was one of the 
leaders of the negaverse rebellion against the Pleides system, the home of herself and her 
subordinates. At last Oracle commanded, "Solaris, bring up the system maps for the two 
solar systems in question."
	Confused, Solaris walked over to a glowing panel in the floor. Waving her hand 
over it caused a rectangular block to rise from it. Fingers rapidly flying over the alien 
symbols present on the panel, Solaris brought up a map of the Centauri system. Oracle 
closed her eyes and pictured the system for a few seconds and announced, "No. It is not 
suitable. I have seen our future if we go there - we will be destroyed by the Pleides 
Combined Forces."
	Emerald eyes blinked, dazedly trying to assimilate Oracle's prediction. Bending her 
head over the panel, she concentrated on bringing up the Sol system. If Oracle said they 
would die, then they would. Her predictions were never wrong. A second holographic map 
appeared in Oracle's State Room. A golden ball sent off solar flares in the middle of the 
room, surrounded by nine other balls of varying sizes and colours. Eyes still closed, Oracle 
lifted one hand and slowly moved it according to her premonitions. "Freeze simulation." 
Opening her eyes she studied the small blue and green planet she had singled out. She looked at 
Solaris, shock written all over her face. Solaris trembled with barely suppressed 
fear. She has never seen Oracle surprised in all her time with the psychic.
	"Wh-what do you see?" Solaris asked, her shaking voice betraying her emotions.
	"Nothing. I see nothing." The faint whisper echoed around the room. The two 
women stared at each other, and at the small planet for what seemed countless ages.
	"What does this mean?" the overawed blonde questioned.
	Oracle sighed. This could take a while, and who knew if Solaris's tiny mind could 
make sense of it. "Assemble the others. I may as well inform you all at once."  *And save 
myself the headaches of dealing with the same closed-minded questions over and over 
again.*


	Sparkling ocean blue eyes stared at a wristwatch in disbelief. Raking back silky jet 
waves of hair with one hand, Darien pulled open his door and rushed out of his apartment. 
"Late for the first day of school! How did this happen?" he muttered to himself. "God, I'm 
turning into Serena!" The moment he said it he regretted it. It was severely unfair to his 
girlfriend, who, he had to admit, had improved her habits a lot since he had first met her. 
Racing out of his apartment block door, he looked back at the clock on the wall, hoping his 
watch was somehow wrong. No such luck.
	Bang!!
	Darien collided with someone and they both fell to the ground. Collecting his books 
with one hand, he tried to offer apologies to his unfortunate victim. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't 
watching-"
	"Waaaahhhh!" a horrible wail interrupted him. "It's not fair!"
	Darien froze, recognising the terrible noise. "Serena?" he asked incredulously, 
turning to face a pretty girl with long blonde hair arranged in two pigtails on her head.
	The voice broke off in mid-wail. "Darien?" the blonde sniffed, tears welling in baby 
blue eyes.
	"What are you doing up this early?"
	"What d'you mean? School starts in ten minutes," Serena replied defensively.
	"I know, but....if I hadn't bumped into you, you would've been...on time," Darien had 
a hard time relating this fact to a girl whose specialty was oversleeping. It was a well-
known fact that Serena was almost always on detention for her tardiness.
	Tears began to spill over in her beautiful eyes. "Darien, don't be so mean to me. I 
can take it from Rei, but not from you..." the words became lost as she began to sob again.
	"Oh, Serena, I'm sorry," Darien apologised, as he pulled her to her feet. He gently 
placed his arms around her, pulling her close to him. He hated to see her cry - it was one of 
the things he hated most. Especially as he was often the cause of it. 
	Serena snuggled closer to her true love, sighing blissfully. *I know everything will
 always be alright, as long as I have Darien,* she thought contentedly. "I could stay here
 all day," she murmured into Darien's shirt. "I don't mind another detention for this."
	Darien was jolted back to reality. "Oh man, eight minutes," he cried, checking his 
watch. He disentangled himself from Serena.  "I'm so late. I'll never make it even if I run."
	"What's the big deal?" yawned Serena, tucking her arm under his. "I'm late all the 
time," she offered. "It's never hurt me before."
	"Serena!" Darien glared at his girlfriend, amazed by her lack of understanding. "I 
realise school may not be a big deal for you, but it is for others, okay? Especially in 
university!" he snapped, trying hard not to completely lose his temper. "Great. Just great," 
he muttered under his breath. "And I'll never make it in the car in peak hour traffic."
	"Why not use your motorbike," Serena suggested timidly, still sniffling a bit from 
Darien's remarks. "You can dodge most of the cars that way," she added, trying to be 
helpful.
	Darien stared at Serena in astonishment. Serena gulped, fearing she had said 
something wrong again. "Meatball head, you're a genius!" he cried, pecking her on the 
cheek as he rushed by, heading for the garage of the apartment block. 
	"Well, on to school," Serena muttered less than enthusiastically. She scuffed her 
shoes against the sidewalk, and slowly began trudging her way to Crossroads High.

	*Six minutes,*  Darien thought to himself, whizzing in and out of traffic lanes. *I 
just might make it after all! *  The thought cheered him immensely, and he grinned as he 
overtook two more cars. Serena had had the right idea after all. Spying a gap in the lane to 
the right of him, Darien prepared to switch lanes. He moved forward, only to be cut off by 
a Harley Davidson motorbike, crossing dangerously in front of him to fill the gap. Darien 
clenched the handlebars on his bike so tightly his knuckles went white.
	The other rider, as if sensing his thoughts, turned back to face him. The darkened 
helmet concealed most of the rider's face, but dark eyes seemed to laugh at him, igniting his
 temper. Darien sped between the rushing cars as fast as he dared, but the other rider was 
always one step ahead. Watching the guy narrowly miss a collision while speeding between
 two cars, Darien exclaimed, "This guy's insane. He's either extremely confident  or he has 
a huge death wish!"
	The rider of the Harley glanced down at a wristwatch. *Three and a half minutes. 
Damn - red light!*  The two riders were forced to pull up at the traffic lights. At the front of
 the queue, in adjacent lanes, the two motorbike riders glanced at each other. Darien stared, 
trying to see the mysterious rider's face. "That's weird," he noticed. "I could swear his eyes
 are changing colour." Darien watched as eyes filled with mischief and challenge altered 
from almost black to a pale colour and back to dark. Revving the engine, the other rider 
seemed incredibly amused.
	"So, you want a race?" Darien observed, turned his attention back to the lights, as 
the crossing flow of traffic slowed, and came to a halt. *Green light!*  Engines roaring, 
two motorcycles raced down the street, vying with each other for the lead. Leaning to the 
right, Darien almost skidded out trying to round the corner. The other rider had no such 
trouble, jumping the curb to shortcut across the corner of the sidewalk before moving back 
onto the road.
	Spying the Azabu Institute of Technology up ahead, Darien checked his watch. 
"One and a half minutes. I don't believe it," he breathed. "I'm going to make it on time after
 all." He put on an extra burst of speed, pulling ahead of the other rider. He had to slow 
down slightly as he approached the turn off to the parking lot, which was surrounded by a 
neatly trimmed garden hedge.
	The other rider grinned as Darien pulled ahead, but then slowed down. Checking 
out the turn, and the hedge, the smile only widened. "When did I ever do things the 
expected way?" Angling the motorcycle, the rider jumped up onto the curb again and headed
 straight for the hedge. At the last second the rider stunt-jumped.
	Darien could only stare in disbelief as the motorcycle flew through the air, the tyres 
only clearing the top of hedge by an inch. Landing heavily in front of Darien, the motorbike 
went into a skid, leaning back to the right, so that the rider was forced to use his feet to 
stop the bike from skidding out. Straightening the bike, the rider leaned heavily for a second 
on the handlebars, then looked up at Darien, who had still to enter the parking lot. "Guess this
means I won?" a voice muffled by the helmet asked.
	"Guess so," Darien agreed, still in a daze.
	"Cool," the rider laughed, and reached up to remove the heavy motorcycle helmet. A
flame red braid spilled out, and pale violet eyes twinkled through thick locks of hair framing
 the rider's face.
	"Y-you're a girl," Darien stuttered.
	"So glad you noticed,"Ari laughed, striking a mock flirtatious pose and batting her 
long eyelashes.
	*Riiinnng* *Riiinnng*
	"What's that?" Ari asked, wrinkling her nose.
	"Hmm? Oh, that's the tardy bell. We better get to class or we'll be locked out," 
Darien informed her. "Didn't they have one at your old university?" he inquired, as he 
quickly parked his bike and headed towards the school.
	"My old uni was in America," Ari explained. "And no, they're not quite that 
barbaric there!" she joked. "My name's Ariana, but  please call me Ari."
	Darien smiled. "Darien Shields. So you're American?"
	"No. I just lived there."
	Darien glanced sideways at Ari, unable to tell if she was joking or not.
	"I'll explain later," she sighed, waving the unspoken question away. "Meanwhile," 
she added, checking a piece of paper containing her schedule, "do you know where room 
162 is?"
	"Yeah," Darien replied, shocked. "That's where I'm headed - physics."
	"Cool," Ari grinned. Maybe school wouldn't be so bad after all....


End of Chapter 1.

Where is Ari really from? What is she doing at school? How will Michael react when he 
finds out? And what are these new negacreeps up to? For answers to these and more, check 
out Chapter 2: Fate Unchangeable - The Appearance of a New Rival.

Author's Note: Well, how was it? Not too awful I hope. This was my first attempt at writing 
a fanfic. Please email me and tell me what you think!! Contact me at  sailorangel@senshi.net