"Damn charity auction." She muttered.

Adachi Sakura, also known as Sailor Night, had signed up for a charity auction at Sailor Venus' insistence and she knew she should have asked the bubbly blonde on what type of charity auction it was. No. She just had to give her friend the benefit of the doubt and now she stood waiting in the wings in her tiny sailor suit waiting to be auctioned off to some guy who wanted a date with her. Sakura hated these kinds of auctions, despite the fact they were for charity. She didn't like having eyes on her at all. Here she was on a stage where many men eyed her like a piece of steak.

"Shall we start the bidding at $100?" The MC began.

Sakura sent a glare to her fellow Sailor Scout that promised absolute death. She would never forgive her if she ended up with some old man like Sailor Mars did. Sailor Venus chuckled and whispered a half-hearted apology. The Scout of the Night turned her attention back to the crowd before her. As she scanned the audience, she fell upon a familiar pair of gray eyes. Her breath hitched. Fear began to flood her system once more. She never thought she would see him here and within two days of encountering him. She saw a look of mild surprise cross his face before it fell into a wicked grin.

Oh damn.

It had been Sailor Venus's idea to reveal their true identities to the world and it was the worst idea ever. Now the murderer she encountered two nights ago knew her name as well. Sakura had her misgivings about this charity and she had been right. If she survived the night, she was going to murder her blonde friend. It was only fair since she, herself, almost got murdered two fucking days ago!

"One hundred thousand."

Her eyes widened. Who the hell was willing to spend a hundred thousand on her? That question died when the next bid came in.

"One million."

The room began to buzz excitedly and the MC started seeing money signs in her eyes. Soon enough, there was a bidding war that surpassed the final amount Sailor Moon had brought in. The flaxen haired maiden was the most sought after amongst the bidders and brought in a whopping five million dollars. Sakura wasn't sure if she trusted the bidder in question but she had problems of her own. Her eyes met those gray eyes again and they bore into her as his lips dropped his next bid.

"Nine million."

"What the fuck?" She exclaimed.

"Would you please repeat that, sir?" The MC asked, jaw dropped.

"Nine million." The bidder repeated.

"Nine million going once...twice...sold!"

Sailor Night froze. She didn't know how to feel about this, much less react. The nameless man had killed an innocent soul and now she was stuck as his date. Dear gods. What did she do to earn this? It took a fellow scout to bring her out of her shock.

"Way to go, Sailor Night! You showed them that you don't come cheap!" Venus shouted.

"You make me sound like a prostitute, Venus." Sakura deadpanned.

The young woman then sighed. Well, she had intended to dress to kill and she would do so. Maybe she would knock him dead? Not a chance in hell. Thank the gods she brought her sais with her. On a night like tonight, she never went anywhere without them. Security had tried to confiscate them but with a little convincing, she got them in the building. She was a protector, after all, and no one got in her way in protecting her beloved princess.

Well, time to get ready.

Nine million dollars, she thought. Who the hell drops that kind of money on a single woman? Sakura just could not fathom the very idea. The bid actually beat Sailor Moon's bid. The man was clearly very wealthy as he didn't even bat an eye when he named his price. She sighed as she slipped into her dancing gown. It was a simple black, strapless gown with a high slit. She didn't care if she was showing off a lot of leg but she did care if she showed off the sai that she had strapped to her. It was a warning sign to those who thought they could get away with being fresh with her or any of her friends. It also served as a warning that she would not hesitate to kill anyone. Sailor Moon didn't like this but she was driven to serve and protect.

Literally dressed to kill. She thought with a smirk.

Slipping into her high heels, she walked back into the banquet room to meet with her date for the night. Looking around, she saw her fellow scouts with their respective dates but no sign of hers. Sakura narrowed her eyes in suspicion. This was odd. Why would a man drop nine million bucks on her and then disappear on her? She idly twisted a strand of her violet hair around her finger. She nearly began to relax when a man in a suit and sunglasses approached her. She should have known better than to get complacent.

"My boss wishes to meet with you, madam."

"Your boss? Did he make that outrageous bid?"

A nod before he led her away to another room outside the banquet hall. Before she left, she made eye contact with Sailor Mars and gave her a reassuring nod. She could take care of herself, despite what happened two nights ago. That just happened to be unfortunate timing on her part. She wasn't considered one of the most dangerous of the bunch for nothing. Her main weapon was a scythe for heaven's sake!

This guy must be pretty damn special to require a bodyguard.

The young woman silently observed the man as he led her into an empty meeting room. At the other end of the room, the owner of those pair of steel gray eyes sat silently, appraising her. Before she went any further, she was forced to hand over her weapons to the goon that escorted her.

Damn it. She silently swore.

Turning her attention back to the figure in the chair, she could have sworn that she saw a very smug smirk on his face. Her nerves returned to her as he stood, his figure clothed in black and covered with a gray trench coat. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of his weapon tucked into his waistband. What was she gonna do if things turned south at this meeting?

"We meet again."