-Chapter 4-
Serena woke up the next morning and found herself in Derek's home. "Hm?" she said in a somewhat childish voice.
Derek had just woken up and realized his situation. He had to change Serena's clothes. 'Oh, dear...' he thought.
DING-DONG!!!
Darien opened his apartment door.
"Please! You have to take her! I barely even know her!!! Now I have to change her clothes?!" Derek was literally on his hands and knees begging, like a lost puppy that couldn't find its way back home.
Serena was behind him. "Name!" she screamed merrily.
Yep, a total recipe for disaster.
"Why's she acting so strange?" Darien asked Derek.
"Eh... D-Did I mention that she, uh... Has amnesia?" he edgily answered.
"WHAT?!?!?!"
"'Kay, thank you, bye!" Derek dashed out the door.
Darien sighed. "Okay, Serena, come on... Let's go in."
"Name!" she answered.
Darien pulled her in, realizing she forgot how to speak.
"Your name is Serena. Say it with me, now. Serena. Se-re-na."
"Sssss..."
"That's it! Serena... Se-re-na."
"Sssss... Ssss... Se..."
"Se-re-na."
"Se... Se... Re..."
"Se-re-na."
"Ser..."
"Serena! Pay attention! Se-re-na!"
"Ser... Ser... Mima..."
"Ugh... No, no... Se-re-na."
"Sermima! Sermima!"
"Ack! No! Not Sermima! Serena!"
"Name! Sermima! Sermima! Name!" she chanted, content with pronouncing her own name wrongly.
"Are you hungry, Serena?"
"Huhhh..."
Darien sensed she was trying to pick up the word. "Hun-ge-ry."
"Hun... Hung... Hung..."
"Hun-ge-ry."
"Hunger... Hunger... H-Hunger..."
"Hun-ge-ry. C'mon. You almost have it."
"Hunger... Hunger... Hungery! Hungery!"
"That's it! Are you hungery?"
"Hungery! Name!"
A sweat drop ran down Darien's head. He sighed again. 'I'll just take that as a yes." he thought.
He fixed some Ramen noodles and gave some to her.
"Go on, then. Eat up."
"Hungery?" she questioned.
"What wrong?"
"Sermima?"
"You only know three words, huh?"
"Huh!"
"Make that four..."
Serena sniffed the noodles but didn't know how to eat them.
Sensing this, Darien took the first bites to show her.
She picked up her fork and tried to do what Darien did. The first time she tried, she ended up flinging some in his face. The second time she tried, she burned herself by spilling it all over herself. "YYYYOOOOOWWWWW!!!!" she cried. She ran around the room crying and trying to get her shirt off. But, because she had amnesia, she didn't know how to do so.
'N-Now I have to... C-Change her!!!' he thought.
Darien proceeded to grab hold of Serena and forced her into his room, where she still tried her best to get the evil shirt off (in her mind it was evil). He went into his bathroom to find a towel so she could dry off.
When he came back, Serena was shirtless and smiling. Apparently she figured out (or got it off by sheer luck of chance) how to get the shirt off.
Blushing, Darien put a hand over his eyes. "S-Serena! What do you think you're doing?! Put your shirt back on!"
"Name!" he heard her call out. Then he felt something warm being pressed to his arms. "S-Serena?!" He looked down only at his arms to see what it was. Serena was trying to hand him her sopping wet shirt, still warm from the noodles. He took the shirt and tried to find a shirt he thought would be big enough for her. Eventually he found one and debated how to put it in her.
'Let's see... I might be able to do it if I closed my eyes! Yeah! It's genious!' he decided. Never did he even once think he'd be taking care of the one who hated his guts.
He walked over to her and realized he had to get her bra off because it, too, had been soaked. He looked down and everything had been soaked. (This also means her "lower area") He'd not only have to survive taking off her bra, but now he'd have to take off her skirt and underwear, too.
'Oh... You have to be kidding me!!!' he slapped himself, reminding himself that, after all, she'd nearly died in order to save his life. This was the least he could do to repay her.
"Okay... Let's do your skirt first..." he said. He pushed her down and took off her skirt.
There was absolutely no way he could stop blushing now. But it wasn't like that... So... Why was he blushing, you ask? Well, it's because an amnesia-striken, beautiful girl was in his bedroom with almost nothing on and was laying right in front of him, smiling and happy as can be. If only she knew what was going on... She be slapping Darien silly right about now.
He closed his eyes and reached for her bra. Not really knowing what was what with his eyes closed, he knew by then it was impossible. He opened his eyes, thinking he hadn't gotten anywhere. But what he saw when he opened them contradicted what he thought. Two 'melons' were in front of him. It turns out, he'd gotten the bra about halfway down and that was why he'd lost sense of which way was where.
His face was an entirely new shade of red. 'T-They're... B-B-B-Big...' he thought.
He slammed his eyes shut and managed to take off her bra.
Now for the underwear. 'This is the big one...' he thought. He reached for her underwear, but instead found himself feeling something different. It was big, round, and soft. And it was... squishy? Darien opened one eye to see what he got a hold of. His eyes made one big "X" as he saw he was holding in his hand the very thing he was trying to avoid. One of Serena's 'melons'. 'She must've sat up before I reached her underwear...' he regretably thought.
'IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!!!' He slapped himself again.
