Derrick Sanders was peacefully sleeping in his nice, large, comfortable King sized bed within the confines of his nice, large, comfortable house when the sound of shattering glass and a large thump woke him up, jolting him into an upright position.

The thirty-six year old news reporter sat there in stunned silence, his blue eyes darting around to investigate the commotion. Everything in his darkened room remained still, save for the curtains gently wafting from the breeze coming from the broken window.

His eyes widened at the window, his brain slowly coming to terms with the fact that this wasn't some cheesy horror film but actual reality, and he threw back his comforter in attempts to get out of bed. Which was also conveniently when his arm came into contact with the soft smooth skin of another person.

"Hello Derrick."

He yelped a profanity as his head jerked around, and he stared wide-eyed at the nearly half naked woman laying on his bed beside him. She was dressed in a bizarre outfit that seemed fitting for Halloween, and if it hadn't been for the fact that she was an intruder that had just shocked about ten years off his life, he might have had the gall to work up a flirt or two.

"W-who are you? What do you want?"

Nealite smiled as she watched the news reporter panic. In the confusion of the moment, it was clear he had yet to realize that he was now sitting before her in nothing but a pair of boxers.

"Naughty naughty," she tsked, grinning and looking him over. Her actions resulted in another curse from the man, whose blanket quickly found its way back on top of him. Peep show over, the lieutenant returned her gaze towards the older man's face, propping her head up on her hand.

"You don't recognize what I am, Derrick? I'm hurt."

It was refreshing to be able to flirt and talk freely once again, especially considering how silent and... well, embarrassingly bashful she'd been as of late around the General-King. She was Nealite. Nealite could have any man she desired! She was the one who could toy with their emotions and be the one to control the teasing and flirting. Yet, despite the fact Charonite didn't tease or flirt, how was it that she was the one choked up and blushing during nearly any interaction?

Frowning at the thought, the 'senshi' shook her head, her two giant pigtails bouncing with the movement. God damn it, she was laying in bed next to a practically naked man and she was thinking of another guy? What the hell...

He had no idea what the hell was going on, but it didn't appear as though this.. scantily clad woman wanted to cause any harm to him, so his tense muscles relaxed slightly as he looked her over. She was pretty ******** hot, in that short skirt and tight top. Her hair was the strangest part of her attire, but tolerable enough when he busied himself on focusing on those pouting lips. That's when it dawned on him.

"You're a senshi, aren't you?"

"Bingo."

A smile curled on her face. Hmph. It was nice to be appreciated, at long last.

"Are you serious? A real senshi?"

Her scowl returned and she huffed, sitting up. She was a woman as well as a senshi, but it seemed nobody saw her for anything but a lieutenant or senshi or WHATEVER anymore. God, men were such... asses!

"Yes," she snapped, her cheerful mood having disappeared. "I'm a real senshi. Here to give you some real news."

With that, she planted a tape in his hand and began making her way off the bed and towards the window.

"Wait! Don't go!" he pleaded, "I've never actually met a true senshi, could I possibly get you for an int--"

"No. Watch the tape. That should be news enough for you."

Before he could protest further, she'd crossly exited his window, murmuring what he thought to be a string of curses.

How bizarre.

Scratching his head, the reporter kicked off his comforter and made his way towards the window. Whoever she was, she was gone.

Letting out his own string of curses, the man made his way over to his television (thank god he never updated it to DVD only) and placed the video tape into the reader. Lights flashed, noises blared, and Derrick found his eyes growing wider with every second that passed on the tape.

"Oh my god."

Before the tape had even finished, the reporter had grabbed his cell phone and had begun frantically dialing numbers.