A/N Yea, I suck, I know. Sorry.

It had been two days sense the return of the generals, and Mina hadn't slept at all. The sleep deprivation was costing her dearly; even her agent was making noises about taking time off from work for her to rest. She smiled at the older woman, reassuring her that no she didn't need a break. Mido-San, her agent, continued to make noises about Mina finding herself a nice young man and taking a trip to Fiji. Mina had an image of herself and Kunzite lying on a white sand covered beach with aqua blue water and a soft breeze cooling their bodies. With that thought, her cheeks took on the color of ripe pomegranate and buried her face in her hands. No, she would not think about that kiss. Or the feel of his body. Or how much she loved his hair, his voice, his ugh… she was not going to think about it!

"Mina-chan," her agent, shook her lightly, breaking her out of her reverie as the car pulled in front of the studio. "Mina-chan, it's time for the photo shoot. We need to get your off to make up quickly, hopefully they'll be able to do something about those rings under your eyes."

"Yes Mido-san," Mina replied brightly, reverting into work mode. Her wish that perhaps the make up people do something to make the sinfully attractive god who had been haunting her thoughts as of late disappear remained unvoiced.

Ten hours later

Mina exited the studio slowly, with a warm smile for her agent that hid the fatigue in her eyes. She had been running on less than four hours sleep for the past 60 hours, she was exhausted, and her cheeks her for maintain the smiling face Sailor V needed to display during all the photo shoots. Really, no one would smile when they were kicking Youma butt, but smiles sell, and she was good at her job.

Turning east, she headed towards the temple, intent on meeting Rei and getting the details she had missed after her abrupt departure the night before. She refused, continually, to think about Kunzite, deny the thoughts that wished to penetrate her over active and sleep deprived brain. Perhaps, if she hadn't been so hell bent on ignoring Kunzite, she would have noticed the three men who were following her, even though they were complete failures at being sneaky. As she cut across a dark alley, in order to cut five minutes off her walking time, Kunzite, who had been sitting at a café waiting for her, swore ripely, causing the hapless waiter standing next to him to upend his full tray of drinks on the couple in the next booth over. Kunzite, for his part, was far too preoccupied with cursing the stupidity of women, and Venusians in particular to pay much mind to it as he slammed bills on the table and raced after her, and the three men who followed behind her. He needn't have bothered in all honesty.

As he raced after her Mina found her way blocked, by a rather large dumpster. Eyeing it, she backed up slowly trying to measure the speed and distance she would need to clear it easily without messing up her skirt. Taking one final step she backed into a large man, whose arms came around to hold her in place. "Look what we have here fella's, a pretty little cat who's lost."

Sighing Mina said slowly "I'm not lost, I was simply taking a short cut, I suggest you let go before you end up with your entrails splattered on the floor."

"Oooh, she's got some fight this one, I like that," with that said the man pushed her to the floor, undoing his belt and lifting it high as though it were a whip. With a downward stroke he brought it down, right towards Mina's arm. Mina rolled and using her momentum to spring upwards, slammed her foot into the stomach of the belt guys friend, causing him to double over in pain. She swung around using her other foot to round house kick his face, and watched with some small bit of satisfaction as some of his teeth flew out. With one more front kick she sent him sprawling into belt guys other friend, and both fell to the ground. Seeing the display, belt guy reached in his pocket and pulled out a long thin blade, brandishing it like a sword as Mina slowly moved back toward the dumpster. He wasn't skilled, which could prove even more dangerous to Mina, unskilled meant unpredictable, and so she moved slowly, trying to assess where the best place to strike would be. Belt guy was still whipping around with his belt, and she wasn't fast enough to prevent it from wrapping around her arm slicing into her skin and yanking her to the ground. Preparing to roll again she glanced up, and saw a large, tanned hand close over belt guy's knife hand. It tightened, and he screamed, it tightened some more, and then he was thrown against the wall with Kunzite's other hand around his neck, holding him a foot of the ground and making belt guys' eyes level with his own. Said eyes were narrowed into slits, grey iced over in contempt.

"Let me explain something to you gentlemen," with a cursory glance he placed a booted foot on the crumpled companion nearest, while Mina placed her own on the last. "The girl is mine, if you ever come within twenty feet of her again, I will personally see to it that there is not enough left of your sorry miserable selves to ship home in a box to your mothers. Am I understood?"

The intrepid criminal under his booted feet, thinking he would be distracting by belt guys feeble attempt at escaping exclaimed, "You can't be around forever old man." Before Kunzite's boot applied more pressure to his solar plex effectively silencing him.

"Does it look like she needs help to you?" Kunzite questioned mildly, as he applied still more pressure to both the man under him and the man currently dangling off the ground. When no reply came, he applied still more, until a muffled assent was heard. "Now, I suggest you gentlemen listen. I don't like to repeat myself. You will not come here, again, ever. You will not look at her, you will not think about her, and you certainly will not speak to her. As long as these very simple rules are followed we shouldn't have a problem. I suggest you scamper off home and nurse your wounds. And you might want to put some ice on that cheekbone, it looks pretty nasty." This last comment was directed at the recipient of Mina's roundhouse kick to the face. With one last look at each man in turn, he removed his foot from the first man, and dropped the second man to the ground, slamming his fist into his face. "That's for making her bleed." Belt guy's friends helped him up and the three rushed off out of the alley in search of greener, or at least less violent pastures.

"I didn't need any help."

"Mina he had a knife."

"And I STILL didn't need any help."

"As you say, princess."

"Don't call me that."

"And what you prefer I call you."

"I'd prefer you don't speak to me."

"No can do. Now c'mon let me drive you home."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes. Your highness, you're bleeding, you're supposed to meet Rei at the temple in less than twenty minutes and this little fight has already made you late. If I take you, you can get cleaned up, thus preventing any unnecessary questions, and I will be able to gather more information from Rei about this new enemy."

"I'd rather walk."

"In this you will do as you are told," his tone, so mild before, had lifted considerably with this last statement, and had Mina backing away. "Your highness," he added with a softer tone, she didn't miss the smirk on his lips, but decided it would be best to not comment on it.

"Fine. General."