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The Awakening

Serena

I was not aware of when I woken up, but aware that I should not be awake yet. I felt my ribs, and waited for the pain, but none came. Lifting up my shirt, I saw that I was completely healed. Those three days had gone by quickly. Sitting up proved that I was stiff from being in one position, and my first steps were slow. My vision nor my thoughts had awaken to beyond the point of open and consciousness, well, until I realized that I barely recognized the room I was in, nor why Darien was sleeping on the couch. However, he was so deep into sleep; my lovely trip over a blasted stool did not wake him. At least the bathroom was simple enough to find.

Looking into the bathroom mirror, I saw nothing out of the ordinary, except my lunar symbol on my forehead, and that my hair was still silver. That meant that I had kept up my transformation during my trance, even if someone had tried to invade my head sometime. I didn't know why that strange voice brought me back from my fight, into my own thoughts, but that would be saved for a later day. On habit, I looked around first before I began my detransformation, and waited for that familiar pull of power, but nothing came. I opened my eyes again to clear them, but I closed them when I retried it. Still, nothing came, and after several more tries, I was beginning to get tired again.

To prevent another trance, I stopped trying and instead internally panicked for not being able to detransform? How would I do New Year's if I couldn't come as Serena? While I was thinking this, I sat down on the toilet and held my hands, absently noting how my nails were unpainted. My panicked thoughts nearly went over that thought, but then stumbled and came back to it. I felt my forehead and found my crescent moon, and saw that my tangled hair was still thick spun silver. Maybe, if I tried hard enough, I could detransform just enough to bring in my wings, and my crescent moon would be hidden again, and If I was lucky, my hair would go back to pale blond before the reduced power came bounding back again and knocking myself out.

I stood up and went to the mirror again, to test this. I concentrated, and felt the power slipping to the point where I was at my normal power level, but slightly above it, and for a brief second I felt it going to far, but I opened my eyes in time and broke my concentration. I waited for the power to come rebounding back, but after a few moments, nothing happened. The experiment had worked. I was looking back at a Serena, but with silver hair, instead of a Sailor moon. There was no crescent moon, nor wings, and the only feeling left was being drained. Now could I get it back? Again, I closed my eyes for better concentration, and tried summoning my power rather than pushing it away. The blast of it back sent me against the wall, but the only sound was of me gasping, and the sound of hitting a sound wall. Luckily, everything was in one piece, and mostly where it should be.

A painting had fallen but not cracked. I picked it up, and then on a whim, I tried to pull in my wings. It worked, and this time I summoned them back and I did not go flying into things in front of me. What I did do however, was walk into a chest, and my instinctive reaction came out of my traitorous mouth. "Watch it baka!" His face was surprise, but also a normal reaction apparently, for as he was half asleep, he responded. "Nice going, Meatball head." I watched him go into the bathroom and close the door, but I was still staring at it. Did he just call me a variation of Serena? Or was that an instinctive reaction?

I shook my head, and just left that room, going wherever the door next to the bathroom lead to and would wait to go back to his bed room till he was out and asleep again. I did not wait long, but a glance at the clock told me why it was so light out. It read 1 pm. Now, if it was the third day, he would already be gone, for I knew that he should be gone, and I with him. On his answering machine, I saw it blinking Sunday, Dec 27th. Once again, I found myself down at the table holding my head in my hands, trying to come up with a plausible reason of why I was awake a full day early. I felt no physical pain, nor mental as I had just used a shit load of energy.

A random psychic wavelength gave off the energy of earth and water, and I knew that Darien was my only other opposite with my power level, give or take a thousand. Earthhealing, and healingwaking up early from a trance. I understood now, why I was awake: he had healed me outside so I could do more inside. I should thank him somehow, if that was the case, and besides, he went on a possible death mission for me. Looking around, I saw that money would have no use for him, nor would any cleaning. His apartment was boring but spotless. Maybe food would be of interest to him. I looked into the fridge, the cabinets, and the freezer. I saw nothing pre-made, so either he made everything from scratch and was a good cook, or the expiration date on jar of peanut butter (eat by July 03) meant that he ordered out a lot. Either way, that was the simplest thing I could do, and all the ingredients of the last thing Lita taught me were there. About two hours later, around threeish I had made up a meal that Lita would have been proud of me for.

Just as I was putting it in a bowl that it could be reheat-able bowl for Darien, or awake, the mentioned walked through the door to his kitchen, and leaned on the fridge door, above me. I hadn't even felt him come in, and my reaction was pulling out my crystal sword, spreading my wings, and jumping back in attack position. Darien just laughed at this. "Relax; it's just me, Princess." I Stood normally, refolded my wings and put my sword in my hyperspace sheath. Eventually, my breathing had slowed down enough; I just stuck with glaring at him for a moment. I held any comments back, for those were things Serena used, not Sailor Moon with anyone but her senshi.

Moving to sit down at the table, Darien stuck his head into the fridge and pulled out what I just put in. It was still warm, and he sniffed it before saying anything. "I didn't know that you cooked." I gave him a look that said 'A lot of people don't know what I do.' "I wanted to repay you for risking your life and everything else, so I decided to make you something for you next meal, whenever it is." He looked surprised, and started to munch on the stuff in the bowl. Luckily, I was not hungry. "This is really good, Serenity. Where did you learn it?" I said it as I caught my self. "IT was the last thing Li- ah, Jupiter taught me. I am a cooking failure past what she taught me." Darien didn't say anything and just nodded, as if reaffirming something. "She was a great cook." I glanced towards the window, and saw snow beginning to fall. With 5 feet of it already, just after Christmas alone, (up until that point we had had minimal snow) it looked like I had just missed a break in the weather, but I would have to leave sometime.

I stood up and stretched my arms and my wings. Some how, I didn't break anything in the kitchen, but the look Darien was giving me was kind of scaring me in a way that wasn't threatening, but I didn't want to give him ideas. "This is my thanks, but I will be going now." I heard the bowl being put into to the sink, water running, and then footsteps coming towards the open bedroom door. I was pulling out my Sailor moon costume again to change into and then picking up my bag. Before I could reach the door way, however, my host stuck his head in the door. "Why are you leaving? It's about -5 degrees out there." If I stayed, he would keep getting ideas that if pushed, I would make happen, but I couldn't, if I was leaving after the holidays, for good.

Pushing past him, I dropped my bag by the door, and looked back at him over my wing. "I have to be gone tomorrow at a latest of 3 pm, so an extra day alone would probably help us both." A hand grabbed my arm as I reached the bathroom door, but left enough room to left me wriggle out of it. I did that, but turned around to see what he wanted. "Yes? You have a problem with that?" Darien was looking perplexed but then thought of a reason to stop me. "You still didn't get your present from me." I began to feel guilty, because I had given my gift as Serena, but I wouldn't give him two gifts though. "I have nothing to give you." A pervert now would get ideas, but apparently, if Darien had those ideas, he didn't show them. "It is no problem, for the little trip was enough of an experience to count as a present, but I had something I was going to give you on Christmas day."

I placed my cloth Sailor moon stuff down next to the bathroom door, and followed him to a closet on the other half of the room. Over his shoulder I saw the metallic case with my blood sample in it, and then a wrapped gift behind it. He handed it to me, and led me by the shoulders to go sit down on the couch. I forgave him for the personal contact, for the waves coming off of the statue were Lunarian, a distinct wave that had come off of the earth guardian to. What statue had he gotten me? Opening it, I nearly had to use telekinesis to keep it from falling, because the resemblance was remarkable. "You got the last remaining statue of the lunar guardian." Darien nodded, pleases with my reaction. The moonstone moon, combined with the pewter figurine of my pose that was done those years ago took my breath away. Unfortunately, if I told him the earth guardian was from the same source, he would have yet another clue to my identity. "You are happy?" I stared at him. He began to look away, disappointed. I sighed. "Darien, I love it. Thank you." He looked like he had just received his life wish. I would actually feel bad for leaving Tokyo now, I think.

The TV that was turned on afterwards replayed the memorial, which we passed over, or would have passed over, if the weather report hadn't come blinking on. ATTENTION! ATTENTION! The channel 21 news has detected a winter weather warning for the next 12 hours, for all of the surrounding broadcast area. The weather report had come a little late, we realized, for the air was thick with snow already. Passing it up and moving on would have been something easily done, if the news channels hadn't been bombarded with reports of trapped vehicles and accidents.

My super hero habits began to kick in, and the urges made me want to go out and help them, even if it meant that Sailor Moon would once again show her face in Tokyo. "You aren't going out there, are you?" Darien asked this as I was putting on my tiara. "I have to. It is my duty, and besides, I shouldn't have all of Tokyo hating me, or at least all at once." Darien agreed. "Fine, I won't try to stop you, but I am going with you." I stared at him like he had a third head that had just popped out of his shoulders. "Um, you are aware of how much danger you are in already, right?" He nodded. "Won't people recognize you then, and you would be an easy target?" Darien began to say something, and then looked perplexed. "Okay, then what would you have me do, Princess?" I thought about it a minute and an idea came to mind. I began to put my hair up into the meatballs again as I gave him the idea. "You probably won't stay back, safe in your apartment, so maybe a disguise? Is there some costume that no one would be able to recognize you, and maybe if you put up glamour with it?" My hair was secured, and I began to put in my rubies, and other pins that Sailor Moon wore.

Darien thought. "Well, I might have an idea…" I said nothing as he went into some deep corner of his room, and I couldn't say anything when he came out a few minutes later. "Wow." I stared. "Thanks." He was wearing a tuxedo, with a red lined cape, and a top hat, but something that didn't match was a white mask covering up his eyes. "Is your glamour up?" I felt around for my earrings in my bag, which I found after they stabbed me. Darien in disguise sat down on the other couch. "Yeah, can't you feel it?" I felt the air around me, and could sense a minute percentage of it. "Barely, but it is there. Can you feel mine?" My earrings were in, and I had to get my choker on, which was surprisingly easy. "You are using glamour?" He didn't feel it? Did that mean that he would be able to sense me when it wasn't up? "Well, maybe because you have only felt my psychic waves when I was in uniform." Please, oh please have that be true, I franticly thought. Darien accepted it. "Probably. Are you really going out in the middle of a snow storm in a mini skirt?" I looked at my uniform in my hands and really thought about it and other possibilities. "Do you have a pair of dark blue pj pants or something? A pair that is clean?" If he was anything like my brother, which would really make the count of options lower. Darien gave me an odd look, and went off into his bedroom again. I followed, defending my statement. "Hey, my little brother would have that problem." I shrugged and Darien laughed a little. "Um, these might be a little big for you, but they are dark blue." I caught them, and saw that I would have to alter them a little. "Thanks."

I took them and my uniform in with me into the bathroom, and first got on the normal uniform. With a little magical alteration, my skirt lay flat, and the pants, once made slightly smaller, worked over them. I summoned up the cape that the girls and I made a few years back, for winter cases, made wing slits in them, and then left the bathroom, already sweating with the many layers of the cape. I pulled on my boots, grabbed my communicator and wrist communicator by habit, and then waited for Darien to finish up what ever he was doing. He came out of the kitchen, apparently grabbing a can of soda, judging by the metallic crinkling coming from the kitchen, and we started off, through the front doors with an invisibility web. Just inside the glass doors, and with telepathic speech, I asked him an important question. What is your name/is that a trick question/No, but when people were first rescued by me, they asked who I was if they weren't dead or knocked out./oh, um…/how about tuxedo mask/shrugs that works. Again, I stopped him before we left, and it was purely accidental. You drink something else besides coffee? the look he gave me was unreadable. Why? I realized what I just asked, and that I wouldn't know about the question before it was to late, but was saved, as I heard a scream pierce the snow filled air. I followed the scream, with Darien close behind me, until we got out, and after bringing them to safety, or at least warmth, we went out again, this time splitting up. That would keep us busy well after midnight.

Around nine in the morning, I awoke to the phone ringing, and Darien's arms around me. I answered the phone without really noticing that it wasn't at my house. It didn't help that it was closer to me, than to Darien, as well. "Hello? Chiba residence." I yawned hopefully not too loud into the phone. A male voice I recognized as Andrew's voice replied, cheerfully. "Darien, are you okay? Your voice is higher." Wow, there was a difference, if my throat was still rough. "No, Andrew. Here he is." I went back to half asleep as I gave the phone to Darien, and went back to my original position minus one arm. Darien wasn't much more awake than I. "What do you want Andrew? It better be good." Laughing or snickering could be heard on the other end of the phone. "No, it isn't. Is that all you called me for?" Something was said, but Serenity really didn't hear it, nor was she trying.

"You want to leave when?" I opened my eyes in new knowledge, now more awake than before, as was Darien. "Around 3?" I opened my mouth in protest, earning a look from Darien. Maybe I could get around that one. "No, it isn't much of a problem. I hate you. See you at three." I got up as he hung up the phone, grabbing my senshi costume. "Why are you leaving? I have to be heading towards the arcade parking lot at 2."

I had thought it was much later, so I just put back my senshi uniform and went back underneath the warm blanket that had somehow covered us. "I don't know, but if you want to start getting ready for whatever you are leaving for at 2 then, I shouldn't be in your way." Darien put his arms back, far too comfortable in my opinion. Still, if I was going to go live a life of possible solitude for the next few hundred years, then I would get some sort of comfort while I could. An uncomfortable silence was back again. "Darien, you are aware that I am leaving Japan after the holidays?" I leaned back against his chest, hating to possibly mislead him. He put his head down on mine. "Yes, I am Serenity, still, if this is the last thing of comfort I possibly you get for the next future and or invasion, then I will take my chances." He had the same philosophy as I did. "Your pjs are comfortable." I had borrowed a shirt to go with the pants so I didn't sleep in other stuff. "Thank you."

I closed my eyes again, and fell asleep again, for then next time I saw was noon, and Darien was shaking me awake. "Mm, what Dare?" I didn't see him smile at the small nickname. "Sere, I don't know when you have to be gone, but you said that you had 'a charade' today, and I don't know when you have to leave." I opened my eyes, and sat up again. "Damn, I do, and why do most super hero nights run into early morning?" It probably didn't help that I hadn't eaten, nor had the appetite to eat. The result was weakness. "I don't know, Serenity, but I have only had one night of experience. This night seemed like it wasn't as hard as it could get." We both knew of what we were talking about. Slowly, I went to my backpack and got out my uniform, preparing to go to the bathroom. "Oh, this was an easy night compared to most of the nights we have had." 'We' meant the other senshi. "Have you tried passing school on 2 hours of sleep, being hospital material, and always running late because of it? It isn't fun." Honestly, I didn't care that I might have given him a hint to who I was, but I was figuring that he knew partly anyway. In the living room, Darien had another clue to add to his chart, and he did that as she got dressed.

Serenity had the timing to get out of her shower and dressed in time for the door bell to ring, it of course being Andrew, and Darien of course being shirtless while both of the tagged heroes were looking exhausted on about four hours of sleep. She was just getting her bag together, to, so she answered the door. The look on Andrew's face and the death threat towards him, one spoken, another just an expression, resulted in a slightly amused terrified Andrew. Sailor Moon gave him death glares as he was let past, and he exchanged looks with Darien. The blankets were motioned to, the phone was pointed at, and Sailor Moon had a feeling like they had a secret language all there own. "Darien, I am leaving through the balcony." Darien nodded, and motioned to Andrew to stay put and no peaking as he went to ask her a 'favor.'

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