Sakura suddenly felt cold and she didn't understand why. Something felt really wrong and she instinctively knew that it had something to do with the incident in the warehouse. She would have to pay Sailor Mars a visit and see if she could get a clear vision in the fire. Also, she knew that she had to get herself spiritually cleansed. The kind of negative energy he produced...it was frightening. He was more demon than a man. She had seen the rage in his eyes as she and her comrade escaped the warehouse. Aoi noticed her comrade's reaction and frowned. She swept her dark hair out of her face before commenting:

"Your instincts are always on par. What's wrong?"

Aoi was always direct and to the point. No one could hide from her, which was why Sakura had recommended her to be her lieutenant in her unit. She also had that stubborn streak, making her a very valuable asset in her own way. No one could measure up to Aoi. Hell, she was the interrogator of her Unit. She sighed and confessed that something big was about to go down and she, herself, was the crux of it. It was the truth. If she hadn't walked in on that murder in progress, she wouldn't be in the situation she was in now. However, that would also mean she would never have found Aoi the way she did. Fate had a twisted way of messing with people.

"No doubt that we're on Takuya's hit list." Sakura replied. "However, I wouldn't be surprised if he's got something bigger for me."

'And I haven't even blabbed about that murder Takuya committed.'


Later that same night, the Dark Scout quickly made her way to Sailor Mars, who sat quietly in the shrine her grandfather once owned. It was hers, now, and she took great pride in it. She was in the middle of a meditation when the Great Fire roared and flared dangerously. The two scouts looked at each other in surprise and concern. They carefully approached the fire.

"How strange." Mars said. "It only reacts that way when there's severe danger."

The raven-haired woman sat in front of the fire and began to meditate once again. The flames began to flicker and sputter dangerously, putting Sailor Night on alert and ready to pull her companion away from the fire. As if in response to her instincts, the fire burst into an inferno. Sailor Night tackled the Scout of Fire and pushed her out of the way.

"We need to get out of here!"

The two young women ran outside where sirens screamed, piercing the night. They quickly returned to their civilian forms as other people came to help the two young women. Neither one paid any attention to the people rushing over to the shrine.

"What the heck did you get yourself into, Night?" Mars demanded.

Her only response:

"Something rather unfortunate."

That was putting it rather lightly.


Later that night, Sakura had some really vivid dreams. She had dreams of being shot at and being chased by the Yakuza. The one that haunted her the most, though, happened to be the steamiest one that she had, which involved one specific man. She could still feel the places where he kissed her. She could still feel the places where he bit into her and she could still feel how hard he had fucked her. To her mortification, she had enjoyed every minute of it. She had actually been disappointed when she woke up to find out that it was only a dream. Ugh. She shook her head in an attempt to get her shit together.

"Get a hold of yourself, Adachi!"

The dream had a very strong hold on her, though. She hugged her breasts as she remembered his lips greedily devouring them. She could still feel the fire as he kissed. It was like a branding of sorts...marking her as his. She could still feel his fingers digging into her skin in pleasure. None of her previous boyfriends had touched her in this way...or even touched her for that matter. She never knew that such pleasure could exist. She flushed as her body began to long for such attention.

"FUCK IT!"

Sakura marched into the shower and walked into ice cold water. A painful, burning sensation upon her chest took her by surprise. The young woman looked down and saw what appeared to be a kind of mark. It was cold to the touch but it burned her. It was the same place where Takuya had branded her in her dream. She was baffled. That hadn't been there before. Thinking carefully, she recalled some of Sailor Mars' teachings. She knew of psychic vampires, she knew of dream walking, but a branding? She wracked her mind for answers until it hit her.

"What the hell?"

A branding meant that she was marked by a demon...marked for death.