Ikeda Takuya licked his lips, picking up on her sweet strawberry taste, and gave her a dangerous stare. There was something about this girl that he couldn't put his finger on. He felt like he had seen her somewhere before, but where? He was sure that he hadn't met her until tonight but his instincts said otherwise. He always trusted his instincts and if his instincts said otherwise, then he did meet her and more than likely didn't realize it. Anything was possible.

He stared sharply into the woman's widened violet eyes. The look in her eyes were more stunned than fearful. He smirked. He would change that. Giving her a look, he was pleased with how easy on the eyes she was and how well she fit against him. She had beautiful, violet tresses that fell into ringlets, just shy of the small of her back. She was slight and petite but he could feel how toned and tight her muscles were. She was the type to keep herself in shape and that he could very much appreciate. He ran his hands down her slender body, making her shiver. Then she tensed like she was ready to fight.

Just so his message was clear and well-received, he leaned close and whispered into her ear, giving her a warning grip upon her neck and touching her face with the barrel of his weapon. She would know that he didn't tolerate such insolence. The stunned look in her eyes then became fear, pleasing him to no end to see that. The fight that she had felt had left her. Good. He enjoyed having that kind of power over his victims. Terrorizing them was one of his favorite pastimes. It would be a shame if he laid waste to her now. No. Why not drag it out awhile longer?

"Remember this...you talk, you die."

He laid a second, more forceful, kiss upon her lips before leaving. Sakura watched him disappear into the darkness, her heart beating hard against her chest. He could have ended her there without another thought. She released the breath she had been holding since she had been accosted. He would be watching her now, she knew, and now she had to be very careful...especially when it came to her alias.


"Fucking hell!"

She was an emissary of the night and of death! She was on the other side of the law! How could she have allowed herself to be bought off with a kiss? Even worse, she enjoyed it. It was hot and passionate. It made her toes curl! It was nothing like the kisses that her ex-boyfriends had given her in the past. Sakura tenderly touched her swollen lips and recalled how well his lips moved over hers. She shook her head. No. She couldn't think such torrid thoughts. She should have been ashamed, but...

"Stop it. You tried to stop a robbery only to walk into a murder scene...and blew it both times."

'Son of a bitch.'

Well, better to have passed herself off as a frightened civilian than a bad ass Black-Ops officer. Well, okay, she didn't care if he found out if she had been a Black-Ops officer. She would much rather let him find out about that rather than her second alias. Her second identity was more worthy of being blackmail material! She was worried about him discovering her identity as a Sailor Scout. If he had found out who she was, she would have been majorly screwed. He would have executed her on the spot without a second thought...and all because she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Then again...

She didn't know what Ikeda Takuya was really like and it was probably for the best. Sakura shivered. If a man like him was involved with something shadier, like the sex trade...she sighed. There was no point in thinking about it. She survived tonight and that was that.