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Cyllene was on patrol- something she often didn't do because she was too busy in her own little world when she powered up. But the last few times that Addison snuck out of St. Magdalena's Seminary and transformed herself into a magical warrior of justice, she was on a mission. For the first time since becoming a Senshi over a year ago, she had a goal.

So every night since meeting Zinkenite, she patrolled. And she would do the exact opposite of what all of the other White Moon Senshi were doing; she would stop those on the side of Order that were after Negaverse Agents and youma (or at least try to). And every step of the way, she was looking for a cat- because a Guardian Cat was clearly the key to all of the things that she needed to impress him.

Tonight, she found one. As she was running from a Knight whom she spat acid into the eyes of, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement, she felt it. That strange familiar aura, the first she ever felt when she was granted her power. So she stopped, nearly skidding to a halt before turning on her heel and moving quickly towards the aura she so desperately sought out. She climbed the fire escape of a tall building and stood on the rooftop out of breath.

When she eventually approached the cat, she nearly cried with joy. Finally.

"YOU!" She called out to the cat before taking the few steps to close the gap between them and scooping it up into her arms. "I've been a Senshi for a year, I need to impress someone, why the ******** haven't I become a Super Senshi yet? Am I doing something wrong? I'll do anything, please help me. I've been stabbed, I've had my energy drained. I can't do more in this war like this. Please..." she was practically in tears.

When the Guardian Cat finally squirmed out of her arms and dropped to the ground, it grinned up at her- if cats could grin- and said, "Shhhhh, Cyllene..." before she nuzzled against her leg, magic seeming to radiate out of her.

And like it was nothing, Cyllene's fuku was suddenly different.

"There, see? All it took was some patience, hm?" The cat purred and weaved her way through Cyllene's legs while the girl stared down at her fuku, completely dumbfounded.

Cyllene's eyes went wide when she suddenly heard the sound of clapping accompanied by the world-shattering power signature of a General King. She spun quickly, catching the very end of him tossing the cat, her jaw dropping.

Did he seriously just throw a cat?

Was she next?

She took an unconscious step back from him when he approached. Then she just sort of.... Stared at him. Blinking. Her bright blue eyes ridiculously large.

"You.... You're impressed?" Her head tilted to the side slightly. "By me?" She pointed at herself, still not entirely sure if he could possibly be actually talking about her.

"... Really?"

Her gaze moved from his face down to his extended hand, then back up to him. She took a long, deep, shaky breath before taking the few steps forward the would close the distance between them.

"No, I don't want to change my mind. Really. I made my choice." She took his hand, her breathing noticeably quicker. He said it would hurt, didn't he?

That she would forget?

That she would lose everything?

Was this worth it? Losing her sister? Her friends? Her life?

Apparently so.

With a squeeze of his hand, she clamped her eyes shut and waited- because what else could you do when you were about to have every bit of your being sucked out of you?

Burning.

Every inch of her body was on fire- or at least felt like it was.

Her eyes shot open the moment Zinkenite's hand gripped her starseed, and then there was the scream. That godawful, send chills up your spine and give you goosebumps, scream.

Why the sweet ******** did she agree to this, again?

Was salvation worth this pain?

Chaos ripped through her and took her over, her once bright starseed changing under his grip.

She was pretty sure she was going to vomit.

Instead, her entire body lurched before going limp, her hand still in his when she dropped to the ground as Super Sailor Cyllene, Corrupt Senshi of Acid.

Cyllene just sort of... Stared at the ground as she stayed on her knees in front of Zinkenite. When he pulled his hand from her chest, she looked up at him with apologetic eyes before heaving and eventually vomiting at his feet.

Well, this was off to a good start.

She ripped a piece of her black skirt off and used it to wipe her mouth and toss it aside before taking his hand and pushing herself slowly and shakily to her feet. She blinked a few times, trying to recall what had happened and what memories she did have.

"My name is Sailor Cyllene, and you're Zinkenite. And you just... Made me one of you. Right?" She looked down at her fuku for only a split second before realizing that there was a pile of thick, wavy hair at her feet. "What in the ever-loving ********..." She whispered as she gripped at handfuls of her hair, just as quickly moving on to be distracted by that gaping black hole in her chest.

Then, as she thought about his question, a look of panic struck her face. "I... Um..." Her fingers entangled themselves in her hair. Her mind was blank. "I don't know my real name. Or where I live." She stared at him, vulnerability clear in her eyes. "I... I only remember my Senshi stuff."

He did say she would lose everything, didn't he? At least he was true to his word.

Cyllene chewed her bottom lip nervously as she twirled the longest strand of hair to ever exist between her fingers. "A fresh start. Okay."

Maybe she should've said goodbye to Zoe.

Unfortunately, it was too late for that at this point and all Cyllene could do was roll with the punches. So Cyllene did the only thing that she could do in a situation like this, and plastered a giant, lopsided grin on her face. "Well Zink, I guess that means you're stuck with me." She stepped towards him and looped her arm in his. "Me and my giant unexplained mess of hair and my holey chest!"

She nodded matter-of-factly. "Take me to your tea, good sir!" She laughed.

At least the nausea wore off quickly.

It took everything in Cyllene's power not to vomit (again) when they teleported into Zinkenite's apartment. She didn't even realize that she shut her eyes during the process until he pulled away and his power signature disappeared. Cyllene opened her eyes slowly and took a look around at his apartment, then powered down as she walked over to the large window. She placed both hands on the glass and peered out into the expansive city before her. "Hell of a view..." she said quietly, before turning to face him.

The poor nameless girl had to scratch at the back of her head for a moment to consider his question. "Um... I dunno. I can't remember if I like tea. Or which tea I like if I do. So I'll have whatever you're having, I guess." She moved through the apartment, her fingertips grazing over surfaces as she did, stopping in the kitchen.

As if it was something she had always done, she hoped up onto the countertop and crossed her legs. "What's your name? I mean, I know it's Zinkenite but what's your other name? The this-version-of-you name." It seemed she hadn't become more articulate in her new-found life.

She laughed when he pointed to the bathroom, completely forgetting that she had vomited just moments before. Gross. She jumped down from the countertop and went into the bathroom, opening and closing cabinents and being nosey while looking through his things. Finally, she put her lips under the tap and gulped back a few mouthfuls of water before using mouthwash and wiping her face clean.

When she made her way back over to him, she took a seat at the table as asked rather than sitting on the countertop a second time. She didn't realize how hungry she was until he mentioned food and her stomach grumbled rather loudly.

Instead of commenting on it or the idea of food, she stared at him as he moved through the kitchen. It seems she did a whole lot of staring... "Zachary Bantock," she repeated, then went silent and thoughtful again. "I like it! Can I have your name?" There was some innocense about her when she asked, pulling her feet up, adorned by neon blue converse, onto the chair and wrapped her arms around her knees to rest her chin upon them.