Right…so saw…a story I haven't touched for a long time…my first fic is nearly done..sniff…I don't own, so please don't sue. Oh...and the sappy romantic warning…was a fluke…smile, be non suicidal, it's good for you.

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Room assignments, past and present

Inside his bedroom, near the open balcony, Darien caught Serenity's arms, and pulled her towards him. They watched each other, the best they could, to try to find the right answer. The answer was a 'test' kiss of sorts, a cautionary one with more uncertain reasons rather than certain…and ended just as it began. Serenity, shook her head, and pushed him back partially, confusion the only emotion crossing her face.

As she pulled back even further, Darien not sure whether to resist, or to not, just let her do as she would do…and dodged an irritated, slightly unplanned silver blast from Serenity that resulted in a large 'THUMP' on the other side of the door. Trying to smile, Serenity squeezed Darien's hand one last time…and jumped. Running to the balcony, Darien just caught her flying back up, with air beneath her wings. Her hand brushed the side of her face, with a kiss coming from her direction upwards.

"Andrew, you deserved that blast." Andrew was holding an ice pack on his forehead, but still laughing at his best friend, as Darien shot daggers with his eyes. "Jeez, Darien, I knew that you didn't like the average woman, but this is getting a little picky."

Darien didn't say anything for a while, long enough to make Andrew stop laughing and seriously worried about Darien. "You actually thought she would stay? Didn't you hear her memorial warning?" Darien shook his head, and once again went to go get his bags. "Oh, Andrew, I added on a few things onto the little chart thing."

He took his head out of the closet. "She was talking about cooking, called her 'Li-', and then said it was Jupiter." Andrew returned the icepack to the freezer, nodding. "Of course I was, now let's just help you pack so you can torment Serena to lighten your mood." That resulted in a smile. "Sure, I haven't tormented her in about a week or so anyway." Andrew laughed.

From on top of the buildings of Tokyo, a super heroin was brooding. We knew that I wouldn't be around later, yet we still went further. Maybe I should stay… Looking into the darkening city, she knew that wasn't true. The sooner she left the less people that died because of her. The city clock rang 1.

I have to be at the arcade in an hour or so…her thoughts were still brooding as she packed for a winter resort, and on a whim, brought her Official Sailor Moon memorabilia and personal home movies of the Senshi and the girls underneath it all. Though, as she packed, she forgot that she couldn't detransform which she would fight with later, but was temporarily curable.

She pulled in her wings, dimmed down her crescent moon, and concentrated on bringing her hair color to a brighter color. For some odd reason, that would not work, but Serena looked back in the mirror now, a better looking person. The silver hair would stay and let the jokes fly. She'd had worst fly at her.

She stripped of her senshi uniform and jewelry and put on a normal jeans and a shirt thing. Okay, maybe the black mood was new, but she liked it, even if a little more chest showed than usual. As she was about to fold them into her normal suitcase, she thought about the explanations that she would have to give if they were found…that would be awkward.

Serena looked around her room, thoughts as dulled as her expression, until she found something that no one should be able to get to: the lunar chest that her mother had given her. She used her lunar power as a key, and opened it, revealing a normal jewelry like case. However, after putting her own royal and senshi jewelry, she lifted the box, to reveal a swirling endless hole of space underneath the lid.

Her senshi suit and boots went into the box, magically fitting the 15x8x8 box. She loved her mother and her hereditary gifts. On an impulse, she brought along another shirt with holes in the back, for a just in case scenario, and then gathered up the rest of the things she would need for a few days of living in an inn.

Finally, she called up Andrew, telling him that she needed a ride, and that her stuff was too bulky to carry. He was surprised to hear her voice so, so, alive, that it took him a moment to speak clearly. Had she been out that long? "Um, Serena, I am all filled up, and with the girls not going today, which leaves one vehicle, leaving the only other car that Darien has."

She was silent on her end, contemplating if that would work. "It will be fine, if he has no problems with it." There was an audible gasp, and she could hear fainting, not caring what it was really, in the back round. Darien's voice made a sound of 'sure, if we don't kill each other,' and Andrew cam back onto the phone, finally breathing. "He says its okay-"-Serena cut him off. "Don't worry, just please pick me up, and I am to tired to kill him anyway."

After hanging up, she leaned against the front door, and missed the loud, happy noises that she and the girls made as they were hyper with sugar or caffeine, or something else, but they were happy. Her heart was cold in that empty place. It was that bad that her small crush on Darien, one that had been gradually growing from negatives to zero and that little advancement did nothing.

However, Darien could not come quick enough with the rest of the little caravan that made up there annual New Year's trip. The first call was from her aunt up in the north. Serena had already felt her parents' death and Sammy's much earlier, and when asked if she wanted to come up to grieve, she said she might. That was good enough for her aunt, and the phone couldn't be hung quickly enough.

The second call came a little later, after she had given a few tears to the memories. It was the local police. Amy Anderson, Mina Aino, Lita, and Reye Hino had been called in missing for about two weeks, and they wanted to talk to her down at the station. Instead of going down then, she countered, if she could come down say, after the New Year. To the other end, it may have been cold not to start balling or anything like that, but she had no emotional energy to do that.

"Why aren't you going to go down now? I can wait." She hung up as she noticed Darien against the wall next to her. Her face was blank as she gathered her suitcase and small chest and waited for him at the door. "They would want me to be happy, first, and I will go down next week or so." Darien thought that they sounded like they were dead. Remembering the list, they were dead, but no one else knew that.

She wiped away phantom tears and opened the door, waiting for Darien to go unlock his car trunk so she could lock the house up. In the car, Serena climbed into the front seat with a darkly carved chest that looked oddly familiar on her lap. Soon, they were off, driving towards the mountain resort racing to beat the next part of the blizzard.

Serena had passed out against in the seat right after they had begun driving, and didn't even respond to Darien calling her meatball head and everything else that usually pissed her off. Andrew called, with his speaker phone in his car, to Darien's. They had bought them so that they could still focus on driving and relay info.

"They have been reported missing, finally, and Serena wont go down to the station, to me, I think she said they were dead, indirectly." Andrew's voice broke as they went under a bridge. "Yeah, she is okay, I guess, but she is out cold." Fuzziness was barely understood. "Yes, I am beginning to think that you are right." The rest of the six hours went by with gas breaks, most people eating, and Serena waking up about three hours into the trip. She talked so little that it was no different as she was asleep. The trip would stay this way until reaching their destination.

They arrived at the lodge inn later that night. The reason that Andrew and his friends came a couple days earlier was that they were volunteered to decorate this year, by drawing names from a hat last year. It really wouldn't have been that bad unless it hadn't been the third year in a row. Rooms were found out upon arrival.

"Guys, we have a little of a problem this year. There is another large group coming up, also, but not with our thing. They have our usual rooms." Andrew looked toward a distant Serena, the ever blank but minutely worried Darien, and Andrew's other people that he had brought. Apparently, Serena wasn't that out to not hear it. "So what does that mean? We have fewer rooms?" Andrew nodded. "Yup, when we usually have ten, we now have six, and since you and Ann aren't safe in a room, with out any guards, that means that we have to pair up differently."

Serena just shrugged, for it was Ann who attacked her first. Ann just bruised easier than Serena or Mina. She always tried to avoid it, to do anything but argue, but it didn't always work. Last year Ann had been knocked unconscious for most of New Years because of a fight she tried to start with Serena and Serena had accidentally hit her while defending. Andrew looked around, and saw a mix of uncertainty and impassiveness.

Serena picked up her bags. "I don't care with whom, so just tell me what rooms we six are in, and any one is welcome to join me." Andrew blinked at her, for the possible choices would have made her really crabby before. "Okay, we are in 243-245, on the second floor." Serena nodded, picked up her chest, and headed up the stairs.

Andrew looked around at Darien, Ann, George and Damian, and really didn't know what to do from there. "How about Ann and George, Damian and I, and Darien, could you survive a weekend with Serena?" His tone was first seen as a hesitant one, but Darien said that he and Andrew would be best earlier, with the choices, and it was Andrew's attempts at getting them together, but that wouldn't be known. "I'll try. Just remember that any long silences are bad things." This brought laughter from the remaining group, and all went up to find where they would sleep.

A few hours later, around 12 am, most of the main dance room, where the real, family and other visitors would be, was finished, and the rest of the stuff was little details. People had begun yawning about 11, and the other three had already gone up, leaving Andrew, Serena, and Darien hanging up the traditional gaudy streamers and spreading the confetti around. Serena had been quiet all night, and barely said anything at all, and it worried Andrew and Darien how cold and impassive she responded to questions concerning the other girls (the other three didn't know about the missing person reports).

Around one, no one left down in the dance room was tired, for some reason, and Andrew and Darien finally cornered Serena into answering a few questions. They had tried every other approach, and this was all that was left.

Serena was backed into a corner, currently, and making nervous motions, like, for example, reaching for that brooch that she always gave generic responses for having. This would go on that lovely little chart. "Guys, what?" She realized what she was doing and forced herself to stop. "Why have you been so quiet, lately?" Darien was back a ways farther than Andrew, but was there only for the purpose of keeping her there, leaving Andrew to do the questioning. "What do you mean?"

Her lie could have been believable, if she had not licked her lips. Andrew stared at her. "You know what I mean. You aren't wearing you buns anymore, the only other color I have seen you in besides you school uniform is dark something, and you are extremely pale." She shrugged small, tense shoulders. "So? Everybody changes somehow."

Still, she put a finger up to her cheek, trying to feel something. When it came away with nothing, she again licked her lips. Andrew did not notice but went to go grab her shoulders. His fists unclenched as quickly as they had clenched. He could not shake her. "Yes, I know, but your hair is even silver now. Heredity doesn't work that fast and on top of that, there have been no klutz attacks, nor have any comments about how you eat been needed to say."

She actually looked offended, but also, a tad impressed. At what, no one really knew. "Do you always take people for face value or how they just act around you? Do you know everything?" Andrew backed off, and it was Darien's turn to be impressed, and Serena was getting that dark look that Darien had only seen on one female's eyes. They were related, she said.

"I am going to bed." She pushed passed Andrew, dodged Darien and his arms length, and went into the hall. The guys could feel a teleport spell. That stupid silence was back. "Well, that really didn't do much." Darien kept silent. "Maybe she was just tired, and we should follow her example." They let themselves think that was all and did that.

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This feels like a rather pointless chapter, again…but I know it isn't. Anyways, please keep reading. I can guarantee this story being done by tomorrow.

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Warning of you of chapters coming in hour-ish time frames, Saturns Darkness.