"What the fuck?"
Adachi Sakura, aka Sailor Night, had just finished rounding up some robbers in the grocery store she frequented when she stumbled into a murder in progress. She had been intending to power down into her civilian state when she heard the gun shot go off. Gasping, she turned towards the source of the noise, positioning her scythe in front of her in defense and saw a dark-haired man dressed in a dark trench coat. The murderer chuckled before turning around to face his unwanted visitor, swinging his weapon up. His gray eyes darkened in recognition.
"Sailor Night, eh?"
Of all of my rotten luck... The young woman thought darkly.
She was prepared to attack him when a great pressure forced her to her knees. It was as if gravity had increased. The pressure was so great! Sailor Night forced her head up and saw that the man before her was unaffected. Was he the source of the pressure? Was he even human? Something in her was undeniably attracted to this presence. Perhaps whatever darkness from her days in the Negaverse lingered was causing it. Her dark energy was responding to him in ways she never thought possible.
"It's definitely a pleasure to meet you." The man's husky voice said. "It's very unfortunate that you stumbled in at the wrong time."
"What the hell are you?" Sailor Night ground out.
The man stopped and stared at something unseen, as if contemplating his answer. He shrugged.
"I could be your executioner." He replied. "I could be anybody. I could be...your master."
The young woman blanched in disgust, though her energy reacted pleasurably. She struggled to stand up and fight but the heavy pressure that the man exuded became even heavier, forcing her back down to the ground. She felt the insignia for 'night' burn upon her forehead, prepared to give out a distress signal to her fellow companions, before the pressure suddenly let up. The man before her was no ordinary man at all. He possessed a power that no ordinary human had.
The dark-haired figure got down to his knees and took her face into his hands. Gray eyes bore into hers with a strange and compelling force that she hadn't felt before. She wasn't sure if he was trying to put her under or if she was simply feeling the effects of that heavy gravity he had imposed on her earlier. She couldn't say. Perhaps this was the feeling she had forced upon her victims as a Negaverse soldier? Whatever it was, she fought with whatever strength that she could pull from within. She wasn't about to allow him to kill her.
"You're strong." He finally said. "A worthy opponent."
"Wha...?"
The man silenced Sailor Night with a kiss...and that, along with the coldness of a gun barrel running down her face, was the last thing she remembered.