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White to My Pink

I wake up in a dimly lit room. It seems that way, but only because the bed I am sleeping on is encased with dark pink curtains. I blink a few times, waiting for the drowsiness to wear off. I sit up, trying to better glimpse my surroundings and regret it immensely. I have a significant headache. Trying to squint through the pain, I can vaguely see through to the other side of the curtains, everything tinted in a shade of pink. The curtain's half-drawn allows me to see a panel on the wall with a screen across from me with clothes organized by style flashing across the monitor and the single door in the room to the left of me. Everything else is bathed in shadows, and I can't make them out. This room must be incredibly massive, and truly little light is leaking through the windows. What time is it?

My orbs glaze over the blankets covering me. They are thick and heavy, outlandishly decorated, and probably overly expensive. Stumbling from the bed, entangled beneath the covers, I proceed to get tangled within the curtains as well, postponing my trek to the door. I have no idea where I am, and it's a bit worrying. The last thing I can remember is the two gentlemen from the previous night.

What were their names again?

Sterlo and Zero. Zero was the man in the suit. Well, they were both wearing suits but –.

I turn the knob, hearing it click in place. I smile in satisfaction. It would have been more so worrying if it had been locked. No kidnapper would leave the door unlocked, right?

Could this be Sterlo's home? No, I would think that he would be much more flamboyant and louder. It's most likely Zero's house, simply elegant and screaming billionaire, though the pink room is quite curious. "Hello?" I call out as I creak open the door. "I'm uh... I'm awake now!" I walk a little way out of the room before hearing whispery voices. "Uhm, Sterlo?" I shout louder, managing to feel embarrassed about yelling in a home that I didn't know the owner of. My foot scrunches the hem of the nightgown I'm wearing into the ground, and I stumble a little way before I manage to catch my footing.

I don't know who changed me, and I feel I don't want to.

"Oh, child, is that you?" I hear Sterlo's elegant voice.

"I wouldn't really call myself a child," I answer him weakly. There's a giggle as he pops his head out of a doorway down the hallway. I almost giggle back.

"My sweet candy, that was a rather dumb question was it not?" he giggles more, even as he insults himself. He really is awfully carefree. Not that it is awful or anything...

"Whose house is this anyway?" I sputter out, although I already have my answer ready.

"House? Hmmm... house..." Sterlo murmurs in thought. "Oh, house! Yes, yes, I know this. You are in the very house of my dear friend, Ze–!" A hand slaps the top of his head and shoves him down. He staggers for balance but only for a few seconds. The action did its job to shut him up.

"Why must you consistently be so loud? It is like you are invariably trying to make an entrance, even though you have already entered." Zero sighs, seemingly tired because of Sterlo.

Sterlo merely giggles back at him and straightens up, which causes the other man to remove his hand. "Why must you consistently act like you are so annoyed that you are depleted? It is like you are trying so hard to get everyone to dislike you when they already do."

Zero glares at the pink-haired man. I can't help but look, too. His hair is so gorgeously long and light. The man practically glows next to Zero and his so-blonde-it's-almost-white hair. It doesn't help that both men are equally as tall and tall they are! I watch them as they converse with each other, a smile on my face. They seem so close, like they know each other very well, even if they are squabbling.