DAY THREE

Two bodies, laying side by side, covered in a single cloth. Breathing slowly and deeply, unaware of each other's presence as deep sleep takes over their consciousness. In a small room westward of the confinement of these two, a figure sits in a large black chair, observing the pair from four different angles.

However, the figure does not wish to observe them sleeping anymore. They have decided that it is time for the duo to wake up and face another day.

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A cold blast of air hit the sleeping Serena and Darien, forcing them to awake and run off the bed, escaping the mysterious cold. As soon as the two hit the floor, the blast stopped and the room contained it's normal temperature.

Serena looked at Darien, her eyes wide with confusion. It was then that she realized that he was wearing only underwear, that he had been stripped of all other clothing. And judging the way that Darien was looking at her, Serena guessed that that she had been left in barely nothing as well.

Looking up at the roof, Darien tried to see any openings that would have released the cold air. However, the rook seemed smooth and flat, no cracks or joints or anything.

Who's playing this sick game?

Serena, over riddled with fear, sat down and the bed and bowed her head, tears running down her nose and onto the floor, making puddles at her feet. Noticing his companion's despair, Darien sat down and tried to comfort her.

"What's up, Meatball Head?"

Serena shot up and glared at Darien.

"What do you mean, What's up? I'm stuck in a room with no way out, with things I can't control and with you of all people! And my name isn't Meatball Head, IT'S SERENA!"

ASSHOLE.

With that Serena sat back down and began crying again, this time more audibly. Darien, at loss for words, sat next to his weeping companion and fiddled with his hands.

"I'm sorry, Serena."

What?

Serena looked at Darien, to see his sapphire-blue eyes gazing into hers.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to further upset you at all. This is tough on me too, you know. I don't know what is going on here. But what I do know is that you and I have to stick together and see this through."

Or otherwise get fucked up.

Serena yawned. "I know." She then lay down on the bed, and covered herself with the cloth. "Thanks Darien." She whispered before closing her eyes and losing herself to sleep once more.

Darien however was not tired and instead looked around the room, trying to find any clues about where they were. Exasperated, he sat down on the bed and tried to remember how Serena and himself had gotten into this. They had been arguing, down the side alley of Andrew's arcade. Serena had accused him of being horrible and cruel, then exclaimed "You'll never be like Tuxedo Mask."

Startled, Darien had gasped but Serena had not noticed as she had her hand covering her mouth. That was the last that Darien could remember.

What if… this has something to do with the Negaverse?

Darien was puzzled. He could understand why they would want Tuxedo Mask, but why Serena? Was it because she had said his name?

Another thought struck Darien. How did she know about Tuxedo Mask? Only the scouts knew of his existence, unlike themselves as the scouts were heroes among young and old in Tokyo. Unless…

Serena… a sailor scout?

His brain telling him that it had had enough, Darien let out a yawn and observed the sleeping Serena, who was shivering slightly. Laying next to her, Darien covered the cloth over himself and pressed his back against hers, before closing his eyes and indulging into thoughts, leading to dreams.