"Tuxedo Mask..." Serena said aloud at the arcade the next day after school. She hadn't realized she'd said it out loud until someone behind her was being (extremely) sarcastic and said, "*sigh* He is such a dreamboat, no?"

Serena whirled around to see who was being, well , rude. "Uhhh!" she groaned. ' Not him again!'

Of course there was Darien Shields. Being ANNOYING. Again. Serena told Raye about his apology and she said she knew he really didn't mean it. Of course, no one but Serena particularly cared for him that much. They all said he was mean. Serena thought he was simply annoying. Why did he enjoy picking on her so much?

"Not YOU! Can't you just leave me alone?"

"Sorry Meatball Head. No-can-do."

"WHY?!" she whined making everyone's ears hurt.

"I enjoy making you angry."

"Yeah, well you're about to make a cup of hot chocolate land right in face if you call me Meatball Head again!"

"Sorry Cow-tails."

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! How many times do I have to explain to you that these are PIGTAILS!? Read it P-I-G-T-A-I-L-S!!!! NOT COWTAILS!!!!!!!"

"Sorry Meatball He-" he realized what he'd just done. He was thankful that the hot chocolate wasn't very hot. Only very warm.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! THAT'S HOT!!!!" he wanted her to feel bad. He wanted to see her beg for forgiveness. He faked a whimper. All his faking got him was her pouring his coffee on his head. Serena stormed out of the door. His eyes followed her all the way down the street. He figured he had a goofy look on his face when Lita said, "*sigh* It MUST be love!"

The rest of the girls faked sighs at the same time. Then they got a massive case of the giggles. Darien couldn't take giggles. He got up and left. He wanted to follow that adorable meatball head.

He walked far enough behind her that she couldn't see him, but he could see her. She stopped at a fairly good sized 2 story house. She opened the gate and walked in. He heared her say something. All picked up was "Darien... hunk...like...Tuxedo...don't...who...like more." He saw her reach under the mat for the key. She unlocked the door and put the key back under the mat and walked in.

He walked home feeling like he was on cloud nine.

About an hour later he got tired of watching t.v. so decided to take a walk. He was walking past the pier when he saw something. He looked again. There he saw, half hidden in shadows was a spider roughly 20 feet tall attacking Sailor Moon. None of the other scouts were there. He ducked into the shadows and came out Tuxedo Mask. He was running towards Sailor Moon when the spider grabbed Sailor Moon with one of it's legs. She couldn't move. It had her arms pinned to her sides. He didn't have any weapons. He didn't have powers like Sailor Moon. He didn't have a choice. He ran around the monster so it didn't see him. It was preoccupied with Sailor Moon. He ran behind it and bit down as hard as he could on one of it's legs. It screamed in pain. It dropped Sailor Moon. She could barely pick her head up. While it was busy dealing with Tuxedo Mask, she used what strength she had left and cried, "Moon Princess Elimination!" She passed out.

She woke up feeling something cool and damp on her forehead. She opened her eyes to see a large dark room. It was unfamiliar. She'd never seen this place before and racked her brain trying to figure out what had happened before she'd passed out. She wound up pacing the room. She walked past a mirror so she knew she was Sailor Moon not Serena.

"Was I in a battle?" she wondered aloud. She heared a clicky noise behind her. She turned around to see what it was and saw...Tuxedo Mask. It hit her. She was battleing alone when she was caught in the giant spider's grasp. Tuxedo Mask had saved her.

"Where-where are we?" she asked.

"We're at my apartment. You had a pretty bad lick to the head. I brought you back here. I didn't know where else to take you." he explained to her.

"Oh."she said and began to feel lightheaded and dizzy.

"Sailor Moon. You should sit. You're getting dizzy, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes. I-I-I don't f-feal so good." she explained in a hushed voice. She felt it coming on. She sprinted to the bathroom but didn't make it.

"I take it you get motion sickness pretty bad huh, Sailor Moon?" he asked. "Hang on. I'll be right back to find a towel."

When he re-entered the room he looked at the uniform she was wearing. "You know. I hope you get a new fuku every time you morph. Ah! I have an idea." he said as he started rummaging through some dwarers. He came back holding a sweatshirt and shorts. Here, you take a bath to get that...stuff...off. It's gotta be annoying."

She was trying to think of a good excuse. She couldn't. So she'd simply tell him the truth. "Tuxedo. I-can't-change-clothes." she said flatly.

"Why not? You need to get out of that. It'll start to smell."

"Because Tuxedo Mask! If I take a bath, I have to unmorph! If I do that, then...

you'll know my identity. Which wouldn't be so bad if... I knew who you truly were. The scouts were talking the other day and were wondering...Are you good? Or bad?

I mean. I believe you're good. You've saved me more than once now. But...they aren't so sure."

"Sailor Moon." he started. She looked up at him. " I am not an enemy."

She didn't know what it was, but something about this guy made her believe him. But...she still couldn't let him know she was Serena.

"Tuxedo Mask. I'm sorry. I can't let you know who I am. It's just that I..." she trailed off. Aw! she wished she had a toothbrush. Then...she could kiss him.

WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! JUST A SECOND HERE! Serena! You don't even know this guy!!

Oh well. I will eventually.

"You don't happen to have an extra toothbrush, do ya?"she asked. "I mean. I just have this horrid taste in my mouth and-"

"Actually Sailor Moon. I do. Here." he said as he walked into the bathroom and back out again carrying a toothbrush in a little plastic case. "Here you go."

She took the toothbrush from him and turned to ask "Uhh... Just wondering. Why exactly do you have an extra toothbrush?"

"Well... You always need to be prepared for anything." he stated simply.

As she was brushing her teeth she was thinking. O.K. I don't know much about this guy but so far this is what I know:

1.He plans ahead(note:the toothbrush)

2.He's thoughtful (he did give me clothes so I wouldn't be uncomfortable

3.He's brave (well obviously. He DID bite a spider. How ironic. Usually spiders bite people.Well there's an exception to every rule)

4.He's fashion savvy (Note: the tux)

5.He lives in a pent house

By the time she finished making her list she was done brushing her teeth.

"Sailor Moon. I have an idea!" said Tuxedo Mask as she walked out of the bathroom.

"Don't unmorph. Just change into these clothes and I'll wash your fuku for you. Then I'll return it next time I see you."

She agreed to the idea. After she changed she made sure to get her brooch off of her fuku. She had to rinse it off in the sink. It had gotten a bit of vomit on it. EW! She dried it off and stuck it in her shorts pocket. The sweatshirt was comfy. It was grey with chipping black letters on the back: Azabu High: Class 2002

*gasp* another clue! Whoever Tuxedo Mask is must go to Azabu High School. And were graduating this year! He must not have noticed. Otherwise he wouldn't have willingly given Serena a clue as to who he really is.

She walked back into his bedroom(she suspected) and handed him her dirty fuku. He opened a closet door (which turned out to be a laundry room door) and threw the fuku in the washing machine.

"Here. I'll give you a ride home." he said.

Panic rose in Serena's throat. "NO!"

"Huh? Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't even realize that will give your identity away. Sorry. But...I don't want to just send you home without even knowing where you are. Here." He handed her a piece of paper with the writing: 23 Crossroads Drive. Rembroquer Apartments. Room 2003.

"We're on the 20th floor?" she asked. "Mmm-hmm" was her answer.

The walk home wasn't very long. She figured out after she got out of the building that the arcade was just around the block.

As soon as she got into her room she fell into her bed and fell straight to sleep with only one thought on her mind: Where can I get a 2002 Azabu High School Yearbook?