Summary: Started out as a comedy, then got a more sinister note so… yeah. There's a new man on the scene, and it won't turn out how your thinking, read, find out, review.

Chapter 1

The fact that she was in trouble did not surprise her nor the fact that she got help by a mysterious man. No what did surprise her was that the mysterious man wasn't the same one that helped her every other time she was in trouble. That man showed up far too late to even see the creature attacking her.

Let's start again.

Sailor Moon was in an alley, no big shock there. The creature was female based, again no interesting development. The creature was hideous, not even worth mentioning the similarities between youmas. Sailor Moon being in trouble was so redundant that it was high time for one of two changes, actually getting hurt or not being in trouble and destroying the youma herself without any outside help.

This was not a time for either change. The source of help did. Instead of the cursory Rose gliding down in front of the youma, stopping it from exploring additional ground in her direction, it was stopped by an altogether different means.

A drop of pure red liquid fell onto the youma's outstretched arm. The youma paused shortly to look at it then up into the sky to see where it came from. The youma being on the low side of the brain scale did not think that it had some other purpose than distracting it long enough to let the girl go. The youma continued to trek towards Sailor Moon believing the red dot to be a fluke.

Before Sailor Moon's very eyes the youma started to scream and whither in pain. The red dot expanded traveling up, down and around the youma's arm, giving it a second skin fit and soon it was completely covered in the red liquid.

Sailor Moon not being used to this turn of events froze and stared in shock as the youma flopped on the ground like a fish out of water. Another common phrase that's been uttered one to many times was floated in the air and reached Sailor Moon's ears as if in a nightmare. "Do it now Sailor Moon."

Pulling out of her daze Sailor Moon finished off the youma, turning it into a red dust. That was unusual as well; the dust was normally a light brown or gray color. She turned as she heard footsteps walk out towards her. It was a mysterious man in black. She took a step back.

"Very well done Sailor Moon. I congratulate you on your quick reflects." His white teeth shone in the dull moonlight.

"Who are you?" She asked stepping away again.

"Why, your new partner of course." Again his teeth reflected jarringly.

"I don't have partners, and if I did you wouldn't be included." She unlike usual was distrusting of a new male face helping her out, too many times she had been burned by the generals pretending to be innocent people and underneath it all they had some goodness in them.

"So distrusting little princess? It is unlike you." He stepped further out of the shadows and into the light beaming down from the lantern. "Don't you want to give your old friend a hug?" He opened his arms wide for her to enter them.

She gasped at the sight of him. "Stay away from me." She warned, backing away further and hitting the wall.

"What do I need to do to gain your trust?" He mused. "Usually it doesn't matter what people look like, you accept all, but for some reason you won't except me." He ran his hand thoughtfully on his caved in cheek.

So much for being a mysterious man.

What Sailor Moon had earlier thought as wicked grins turned out to be him moving in and out of the light cast by the moon. His teeth were void of lips that were pulled back permanently past his gums by dark black stitches. His cheeks were caved in and the side he wasn't rubbing was rotten and looked like it was being eaten by flesh eating creatures. He had no eyebrows, instead there were singe marks where they used to be. One eye was swollen shut and the other was pulled to an odd angle by the same black thread. A white gooey liquid was running down his bare cheekbone. Upon his head were splotches of holes some that were white and crested over and others a beating, pulsing red that threatened to spill.

His teeth were unusually white for such a decrypted looking being, and his tongue had white sores all over it and turned brown in places that flashed in her sight as she saw it move when he talked. His nose was long and crooked, pulling off to one side with green dots clustered together at the edge. His ears were sagging and one looked like it had been partially bitten off by something other than human. His face was long and thin, made thinner by the years of age given to it by unnatural forces.

Sailor Moon shuddered as the living corpse walked towards her again. She looked up to see if there was anything she could use to fight or get out of here with. No luck, the buildings were all too high for her to jump onto and there were no emergency fire escapes. "Just stay right there." She demanded pointing a finger at him hoping he would listen, he did.

"Is that an order princess?" He asked sarcastically.

"Yes?" Sailor Moon stated uncertain.

"Are you sure?" He questioned.

She knew he was laughing at her and she firmed up her resolve to face him head on. "It's an order. Stay there and leave me alone."

"Silly Princess, you forgot protocol, that was two different orders." He chuckled and held out a hand to her. "Come with me, I've got something to show you."

Sailor Moon tried to keep her lunch from reappearing as she looked down at his skinless hand. Her sight transferred to the one he was using earlier and discovered that one was boneless. "No. Leave now, I command it." She blinked back tears at the strong stench he reeked burning her tear ducts.

"As you wish." He melted into the ground not more than a foot in front of her. He was gone completely, back to where he came from.

"Good riddance." Sailor Moon sighed before what had just happened made its impact and she sunk to the dirty ground, leaning against an equally clean wall. She buried her head into her hands.

She stayed that way until a figure dropped down beside her. He looked her over from a distance, she did not move and he thought maybe she had died; guilt and fear swamped his emotions. "Sailor Moon?" The voice was raspy due to fear but she only cowered believing that the monster had come back.

"Are you all right?" His hand covered her elbow and she jerked up and away. "Sailor Moon?" He asked concerned. "Did I get here too late? Did the youma hurt you?" He questioned softly, his warmth seeking into her skin, soothing her like nothing else could.

"Tuxedo Kamen?" She squeaked, finally seeing him.

"Yes." He soothed, relief flooding him allowing him to be more supportive than usual. "What's wrong?" His voice was gentle and he pulled her to him. She buried her head into his chest. "What happened?"

"It was so terrible." Sailor Moon wailed.

"What was?" He rubbed his hand down Sailor Moon's back.

"It's too horrendous to repeat." She moaned, her arms seeking out his warmth. "I don't even want to recall it but its forever burned into my mind." She cried.

"Please Sailor Moon, you have to tell me. I must know what you were fighting." He coaxed.

She shook her head. "I can't. No. It's too bad, too frightening to put into words." She tightened her arms and tried to stifle her tears. "I should have known as soon as it started but I had gone into shock." Sailor Moon reluctantly removed herself from him. "I'll be fine, I've got to go home and try to wash this out of my system." With a voice horse from crying she turned her watery eyes on him. "Thank you for coming anyways."

"Sailor Moon." He called out for her but she was already gone.

It was odd calling her Sailor Moon but he couldn't call her Moonie in a situation like this. Then her pulling away from him was strange as well, she would have clung to him until he was sure she was all right and moved her away from him in any other situation. But then again she was starting to act more and more distant from him for weeks, just about the same time that he started dating a girl in his other form.

He left and went back to his apartment, that girl had made plans to call in on him tonight and he wondered if he missed her.