He smiled as he saw a picture of them together on her desk. He pretended to read his book as he watched her chew on the end of her pencil. He smiled.

Chapter 3

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It was the first time she had transformed since she was 15. It felt weird that the suit still somehow fits her. But what was weirder was the bag she held in her hand. She dumped the contents of it out on to the ground.

There were several items from when they defeated Mistress's servants. Like her white dress with the blood stains, which she ignored completely. And the mysterious box with two Cs on it, along with a keyhole. The keys to it were broken in half by the looks of it, also because there was a note that came with the box that said so.

"I think those might be for Constellation and Comet," Asteroid said, examining the box with Meteor. Meteor nodded.

"What did you say was for us?" Constellation asked, scaring the two a bit. Meteor showed her the box.

"But we don't have the keys," Comet said, "At least I don't think we do."

"See if there's one thing in common between your sailor fuku that's different from me and Meteor's," Asteroid suggested. It took them a minute or two but they eventually did find a small key shaped detail hidden by Constellation's back bow and Comet's collar. And when the two put the two pieces together, a proper key was somehow created and it opened the box.

It was gorgeous, and it somehow felt familiar to Constellation, as if she's seen it before somewhere. It was a rose gold necklace with a rose charm. She put the necklace on herself and figured out why it felt familiar.

It was Princess Galaxy's necklace.

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Usagi sighed as she put the omlette she just made on to a plate. They were in Angel's so-called "safe house" somewhere near the busier parts of Paris. There was so signs of Les Avis anywhere so for now, they should be safe.

Or that's what they thought.

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"Hya!"

It was a strange sound, if she was going to be honest with herself. But oh well. The car she threw hit the girls just the way she wanted it to. Everything's going great, better than anything were with that useless Mistress anyways.

"Les Avis! Take this!" one of the girls yelled. Not that she cares.

She heard the girls yell something else together, and retreated last second before an attack could even scratch her. She has all the research she needed. Now she only needs to make sure the timing's just right.

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Les Avis waited until they were all exhausted and knocked them all out. She teleported to her world and put them all in their own little transfer tube. She took out her laser scanner, then took off any weapon they could have. She wondered for a while if she should leave them de-transformed or transformed, but decided to wait until they were tired enough to the point where their transformations can wore out by itself.

After she did some last checks, she woke everyone up by dumping a bucket of water on each of them. While playing a prerecorded video for the girls except Nessa, and teleported to Nessa's room.

Nessa woke up confused, not only was she in a strange environment, she didn't see anyone around, which set off several alarms in her head.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Nessa recognizes the voice in a heartbeat. Les Avis.

"Where am I?" Nessa said as calmly as she can.

"Have you heard of the Hunger Games Trilogy?"

"...No?"

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"So the only way I can get my powers back is to win?" Nessa asked after a long explanation.

"Yes," Les Avis, who had a different outfit on from the last time Nessa saw her.

"And the rest of my friends' memories had been erased?" Nessa asked, trying to piece together the information she was just given.

"Yeah," Les Avis paused. "No pressure or anything but it's time to sent you into the Arena. Good luck, if you die, the rest of them and their memories die with you,"

"So much for no pressure..." Nessa muttered to herself. She saw Les Avis sarcastic smile before the tube she had been in for the past who knows how long sent her above into the Arena.

Immediately, she can see her other friends standing on podiums in a full circle. There's sixteen of them, including herself. And there's sixteen bags in the center of this circle with each of their symbols. Once Les Avis officially "started" this so-called game over the speaker, she ran faster than she ever could, grabbed her bag, and ran toward the woods.

If she was going to be honest with herself, she didn't know one thing she was doing. But oh well, she'll survive.

She has to.