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The buildings and apartments laid out before Navi could easily be considered a little run down and shabby, but they were generally well cared for, all things considered. It was a more run down bit of the city, one that was very familiar, but also one the Senshi of Tumbleweeds hadn't visited in while. She'd have liked to say she hadn't been avoiding it, or the senshi she knew patrolled this area, but she didn't often lie to herself.

She knew why she'd stayed away, it had been simple. What wasn't simple was her reasons for coming back. They didn't make sense, not even to her, but here she was.

At first she thought maybe he'd moved on, found a new place to haunt, but a little further wandering let her pick up on the familiar Order aura that all but permeated the area. Chaonis, Eternal Senshi of Danger. Uneasy ally, sometimes lover, her dear Fiyero.. And she'd up and disappeared on him.

Of course, considering who she was dealing with, she had to wonder if he cared all that much. Oh sure, she knew he had a soft spot for her, that was obvious, but what they'd shared was complicated, troublesome, forbidden, and went against everything they both fought for. Maybe he was happy with her out of his life and things simple once again.

There was only one way to find out.

Navi kept walking, heels clicking gently along the concrete ledge of a building as she made her way, unhurried, towards him. Her power had raised since the last time he'd seen her, she was a super now, but against him, that didn't make a whole lot of difference. He was stronger then her, both in power and sheer physical strength. If things turned violent, she wasn't walking away from this encounter unscathed.

The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of soft pink lips as she felt the familiar energy signature drawing closer. He was coming to her, and that knowledge left her insides fluttering nervously in both excitement and anxiety. Every time they'd ever met it had been a whirlwind of electric tingling, heated contact, and hungry passion, and that wasn't something easily forgotten, not even with Grant so predominant in her life.

She shouldn't have gone looking for danger again, but she couldn't seem to help herself. Of course even as she sped her pace to meet the other senshi she felt a knot of guilt forming in her stomach. It counteracted the flutter a little, but not enough to send her running home.

When they finally met face to face the DMC had her arms folded as well. Gently crossed beneath the swell of her chest over the pale window of pale flesh her new fuku revealed.

She returned his grin, hazel eyes slipping half closed as she looked up at him, struck with the memory of his touch and the reminder of just how handsome he was.

"Something like that," she offered mildly, head tilting as one thin shoulder rose in half a shrug. "I saved a civilian from a youma that wanted to eat him, and nearly died myself. I suppose that was enough to earn me a power bump." She needn't have mentioned the civilian in question was her current boyfriend, or that he'd been awakened into yet another member of the Dark Mirror Court. Details.

"Why wouldn't I save a civilian?" Hazel eyes narrowed at him, taking in his expression. "I'm not going to sit idly by and watch someone be killed." She wasn't heartless.

In fact, if anything, she had too much heart. When Grant had been injured, Navi couldn't even bring herself to seek adequate vengeance. She'd certainly tried, but her loyalty to the court along with her own personal morals had gotten in the way, not once, but twice.

This wasn't the time for dredging up unhelpful thoughts though, and she pushed the memories of old battles out of her head, focusing on the man standing in front of her. Proximity was enough to leave the tips of her fingers tingling, and the urge to take those last few steps between them stronger then she would have liked to admit, but his tone kept her rooted to the spot. The amusement in his voice, and harsh bite of his words. She was used to him laughing at her, that was nothing, but this was different.

"I don't go seeking them out, no," she corrected, her own tone generally level, if not a little clipped. "But if I happen upon someone in need, I wouldn't turn my back to them." Her head tilted thoughtfully.

"Wouldn't you?" Wouldn't most anybody? Navi wasn't naive enough to assume all the powered players in their war had a conscious, but surely more then not.

What rationality could't help, his expression, and his tone, certainly did. With every word the eternal before her spoke the desire to touch him faded, until she was holding her own arms tightly crossed. Not to keep from touching him, but more as if they could shield her from the ugliness in his voice.

The worst of it was the tiny thread of truth in his words. She could have argued with the majority of of what he'd said, but to say she didn't want to see anybody hurt was a lie. She Still hated the Knights, and the Zodiacs.. They'd taken away her life, and nothing was ever going to bring it back, but the others? She could have argued, but judging by his tone and the look in his eyes, she seriously doubted it would help.

And that hurt a little more then she was willing to admit to herself.

Slender fingers tightened where they wrapped around her own elbows as he drew nearer, and she tipped her head back to meet those blazing eyes. His expression was unreadable, her's angry and hurt. There was nothing hard to decipher about it.

Of course, he had a point. If Ares came to her and told her she had to eliminate the white moon, there was a chance she'd do just that. Having not ever had to face such a situation, she honestly couldn't say if she could actually go through with it, but for her queen and her court she would try.

"No," she breathed up at him, voice harsh with the clench of her teeth to keep herself from yelling up at him. "I don't suspect you'd make it easy on me."

She didn't want him dead, and the thought of Ate falling left an ache in her chest. Navi wasn't evil, but here she was, once again having to hear just how wicked she was supposed to be. On top of the hurt that came from these words coming from Chaonis, the girl was just tired of being misunderstood.

God, did that sound ******** emo.

Hazel eyes narrowed as the senshi before her finally moved back, but there was nothing comforting about the stance he'd fallen into. It had the Dark Senshi of Tumbleweeds tenshing where she stood, ginger brows raising in disbelief.

There had been many threats between them about their meetings coming to blows rather then the heated embraces they had shared in the past, and while Navi had known Chaonis was sincere, somehow she never honestly thought he'd really attack her without the catalyst of extreme situations. She had clearly been mistaken.

"What-?" It didn't seem as though the DMC could pull together a coherent retort. Quite possibly because she couldn't really believe what was happening. Her senshi, her Fiyero, was attacking her.

All the anger he'd managed to dredge up within her fell away as he lunged at her, and whether from shock, or just painful betrayal, she did nothing to protect herself from him colliding with her and taking her down hard against the rooftop they'd been standing on. Her back slammed against the concrete, and she gasped, high and sharp, before all the air left her lungs. For a handful of long seconds the girl couldn't breath, and as she fought to relearn how her lungs worked her hands came up to push against Chaonis' chest plate.

She didn't want to fight him. They might have been on opposite sides of this war, but Navi had trouble labeling him as an enemy. More so then any other misguided white moon soldier.

"Fiyero," she croaked up at him when she could finally catch her breath. Her eyes were wide, and for the first time in there sorted relationship there was fear reflected in the soft hazel.

The endearment had barely left her lips before he'd cocked his arm back and that heavy fist had slammed down into the delicate line of her jaw. It forced her head back against the roof, her skull bouncing off the concrete, and everything swam with streamers of white and grey before clearing in time for her to see his fist raising up again for another blow.

She flinched as he struck again, eyes slamming shut as those closed knuckles came towards her, but the blow never came. Instead she heard his hand connect with the rooftop beside her head, and the impact alone was enough to pull a startled scream from the dark senshi's lips.

The glitter of tears were making her eyes shine, and as she blinked up at him, it wasn't the pain throbbing along her jaw that sent them in hot streams down her pale cheeks, but having once again believed that someone had cared about her, and then turned around and betrayed her. First Ate, and now her Fiyero.

He touched her, tanned fingers brushing against the point where he'd hit her, and she flinched, cringing at the pain that even that tiny contact shot through her face.

When he yelled she tensed, but it was enough to chase away some of the fear that was so predominate in her eyes, and she stared up at him, angry now herself, before hollering back. "I won't!" How could he expect her to fight him? As quickly as it came the anger left her, and her voice sounded small and hollow as she went on. "I can't.."

Once the shock of pain had left, Navi couldn't help but turn her face into the warmth of his hand where he cupped her cheek. She was still crying, but harder now, and right that second all she wanted to do was sink through the concrete she was laying on and disappear. Coming out here had been a mistake, so much had gone so terribly wrong in the matter of a few short minutes.

The twist of his fingers into the material of her fuku was a far contrast to the tenderness with which he was holding her cheek. Watching his face, she could see the internal conflict he was going through, and even with her body aching from what he'd done to her, she could help but reach up to touch his cheek as he was doing for her. Dainty fingers slid along the edge of his jaw almost feather light, as if she were afraid he'd jerk away from her.

Shaking her wouldn't have done any good. She didn't have an answer for him, and certainly not an easy one. They'd never been friends, not really. From the moment they'd met they'd been more then that, and less.

The bud of her thumb stroked along his cheek, delicate and soft, before that small hand slide around to the back of his neck. She used her grip on his chest plate to pull herself up against him(not an easy task considering how much her head hurt at the moment). She longed for the feel of his arms around her, even after he'd slammed his fist into her jaw. It wasn't rational, but she couldn't deny the feeling.

If she was smart she'd have pushed him away and made straight for the nearest mirror. Something was holding her back. Maybe it was the conflict in his eyes and voice, maybe the soft brush of his palm along her cheek, but something was there that made it clear that things between them were just as complicated as they'd always been. Maybe even more so now.