(A/n: Well, depressing & happy news. I finally finished my Sailor Pluto costume & everyone that saw me at one of
my friend's party the other day couldn't believe how good it looked. Well, I forgot to leave the staff in the house when we were going on the haunted trail & when one of the people came out & grabbed my ankle, several people ran into me & two parts of the staff fell off & I couldn't find them because it was too dark. My friend is supposed to look for them when she gets the chance. Also, part of the heart fell off too. It took me longer than a month to make this costume, ya'll know this, & when the staff started to come apart & stuff, I broke down & started to cry. This project meant so much to me & to see it fall apart like that killed me. Hopefully, she'll find the pieces & I'll be able to fix it 'cause I'm too depressed to make the key pieces all over again. Oh well, I already remade the pieces so oh well. I finally have a boyfriend! More details later. Now on to people:
Minerva Teller of Tales- please please please update The Silent Protagonist! And thanx 4 all ur reviews!

Silver Dragon Youkai- Don't be discouraged by those rude, loud-mouthed reviewers, you have great fics!

The Divine Wings of Tragedy- Are you still alive! Where are you!

N e ways...I'm struggling with this story/chapter/my life cause of stuff going on and school, so be patient with me. Serge's fate had been decided by me...Enjoy the story and remember to review! Oh, and I might also put up an ALTERNATE chapter to this, ya know, a worst case scenario one. Now get reading... please?)

Darkness. Pitch black darkness. The kind of darkness that gave you the feeling that it would never be graced by the
touch and warmth of the light.

He swam through this darkness, looking for any shred of light possible. He found none. Nothing but darkness.

'Where am I?' He thought. 'And why can't I get out of here?'

"You are dead, Serge. You are in Limbos because the gods believe that you are both good and evil." A mysterious
voice called out from the darkness, catching Serge offguard.

"Who are you and how do you know my name? And how did you read my thoughts!" He interrogated, spinning around trying to find the hidden voice. This caused the source to chuckle.

"Do you honestly believe that you can find me? Your eyes are blind to this kind of darkness."

"Urusee! Answer my questions!" Serge snapped.

(A/n: Urusee shut up)

"Oooo! Telling me to shut up!" He sarcastically stated in awe.

"COME ON!" He cried out impatiently.

"Hmmmm. Well, I'll tell you one thing: reading minds is a simple thing for me." It said smugly.

(A/n: what does THAT have to do with telling Serge anything having to do with HIM!)

'Why can't I get out of here?" He asked, calmer this time.

"I told you why already: you're dead! When you're dead, you're DEAD!" The voice shouted.

"Why? Why am I dead? How did I die? Why me? What did I do to deserve this!" Serge exclaimed.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You don't remember? I dunno how you could forget such a tragic disaster. Well, seeing as it was
YOUR life." It shunned him scornfully. "If you must know, I'll tell you. It's simple: you drowned." It explained, more serious this time.

That's when the memories came flashing back to him like an oncoming train. Kid talking to him. Then pushing him off of Cape Howl. Falling into the ice cold water and then loosing consciousness. That's how he had kicked the bucket: drowning.

"Stunned, eh? Finally remember? Past hurts, doesn't it, Serge? It makes you wanna run away and never look back.
But you can't run away. No matter how far you run. It'll be right behind you." The voice said sympathetically.

Then, the voice slowly started to fade away and so did the darkness. Bright, blinding white light surrounded him. It
was so bright that he had to tightly shut his eyes. But he could still feel it through his eyelids.

He could hear birds chirping. And the bright light dimmed. He opened his eyes slowly and realized that he was lying
on a bed. He tried to sit up, but he ached all over, so he decided against it.

He looked around the room. There were black curtains, black sheets, and black clothes. Pretty much everything was
either black or red. Serge couldn't figure out how the light could possibly ever penetrate throughout the black surroundings until he realized that the curtains were drawn open.

As he continued to inspect the area, he spotted someone sitting in a chair close to where he was. The person appeared to be sleeping soundly. He glanced at the person closer and noticed that it was none other than Harlequin.

He blinked several times just to make sure that this wasn't a dream or illusion. But his eyes confirmed that this really
was Harlequin, alive and well.

(A/n: Well, all I have to say is PLEASE REVIEW! Other than that, I'll try to work faster to make up the next chap. for y'all. L8ter! AND HAPPY Early HALLOWEEN! CONGRATULATE ME ON MY FINISHING OF MY SAILOR PLUTO COSTUME PLEASE.. AND MY B-DAY IS NOVEMBER 9th! REMEMBER THAT DATE AND WISH ME A GODDAMN HAPPY B-DAY! IT'S THE LEAST YA COULD DO FOR ME! Pure Evil Youkai)