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Sailor Chibi Ixion was, though an eternal senshi, largely out of practice in the art of being one. It had been more than a year since he had last transformed. That in part, was due to spending roughly the last year and half out of the country in a boarding school. Now that he was back in Desitny City, the young senshi had been reluctant to get back into the game of fighting evil and all that jazz. It was however, not impossible for him to resist.

The boy had been going for stroll close as it was starting to get dark. He was not exactly patrolling, as he had gone out in his civilian identity. What he saw however, prompted him into action. There was rustling in the trees of the woody area of the park. As Sam crossed a bridge over a little pond towards the trees, he saw flashes of black and yellow moving between them. There was a terrible buzzing sound coming from there.

Like riding a bicycle, Sam ducked under the little bridge to transform, and emerged Eternal Sailor Chibi Ixion. Rushing to confront the thing, which he could now correctly identify as having a youma aura, Ixion found himself face to face with giant bug-like eyes. He could see himself reflected over and over in their glossy stare.

The youma was a massive wasp-like creature. It’s large clear wings kept humming; they were powerful enough to keep Ixion back, forcing him away with its windy beats. It didn’t help that the youma had a stinger that looked like it could easily pierce straight through him.

It actually wasn’t long before Ixion found himself trap against a tree with the youma looming over him; its wings beating wildly keeping him in place and it’s stringer threatening him from trying to move.

The youma slumped down in it’s netty cage, revealing the face of it’s captive prey to his savior, and vice versa. Ixion had his eyes closed for a second, almost sure that the youma would have pierced though his body by now. But the sound of it falling over, and the sound of someone calling his name made him open up his eyes and take in the sights of a small girl in what looked like pajamas. It was a form he use to be very familiar with, though he noted there had been changes.

“Fancy meeting you here” the boy made a sort of a grin, happy to she the girl, though a little embarrassed that she was saving him and not the other way around. Ixion moved away from the tree and sort of kicked the youma in the net before thanking Hypnos. “Thanks for that.”

Though kicking the youma, though it laid still due to Hypnos’s magic, might not have been the best of ideas. There was a low muffled buzzing sound and the stinger of the youma started to rattle, as if on its own accord.

It was hard not to notice Hypnos’s gaze fall. It was never easy to forget how strangely attached and protective the girl was of these monsters that killed. Silly, Ixion thought, as they were not people, they were not pet, they were things that were trying to kill and hurt him and people he cared for. No, Ixion did not forget, but he was more vengeful where applicable then the girl was.

Ixion gave a sigh, part of relief that Hypnos too was alright, and he had ‘escaped’ harm; part was for the reminder that he had been long gone from this place and life. He sort of shrugged at it “Overseas… but look at you.” Ixion noticed the protruding wings from her … er… bow area. He grinned at that.

Turns out kicking things when they are down does infact make things angry, even if they are sleeping. The buzz became louder and the lower half of the youma shook and fell away from the rest of the body. The broken off part dissolved into many tiny buzzing wasp-like youma, only marginally larger then the real thing and these ones were angry.

Ixion was about to answer more on being overseas, and question who else the young senshi knew abroad. That was until the wasps came out from the netting and were swarming around them, Ixion grabbed Hypnos’s hand and pulled, starting to book it away from the things."Now isn't the time for .. nevermind!" He wasn't going to waste his breath on saying they deserved it, knowing she'd just retort with something else. Running was a better use of his energy then chitchatting about ethical youma treatment.

Running, Ixion used his free hand tried to swat way the youma-wasps. One landed on him and stung his neck. “Ow!” Instinctively he hit the thing, squishing it instantly. The small stinger stayed in, and it was unknown if it would have some effect... yet.

It wasn’t that Ixion wasn’t used to running. He was a fairly decent runner, but it was true he hadn’t needed to run for his life in a long time. In this instance it was that the sting had pumped a few toxins into the boy’s blood system. “I’m fi--- no, it’s nothing. Just a sting.” Ixion’s words seemed to take longer then usual to get out.

In fact, the eternal senshi, though still chased by a the swarm of tiny wasps, was starting to slow down. He reached for Hypnos, but his hands fell flat to his sides, unable to take the weight. It wasn’t long before the senshi was stopped, and fell to the ground. Quickly his slumped body was engulfed in a mass of black and yellow buzzy youma.

Moments were passing like molasses: excruciatingly slow. Ixion seemed to be laying there, biten, stung and bruised without any movement except the steady rise and fall of his chest with every shallow breath. Up and down, his chest rose and sunk like a moving pillow for Hypnos. It was a calmer motion than Hypnos’s heavy breathing.

Beyond that, the dark haired senshi did not stir. At least he was not dead.

Hynpos’s cries were falling on deaf ears. The boy stayed motionless through the majority of her speech about his treatment of youma. Of course, he couldn’t see her exposed skin free of blemishes, compared to his roughed up exposed bits (of which, honestly, there were not very many).

His sugar brown eyes continued to be covered by eyelids.

What he did respond to somewhat was the repetition of his name and Hypnos clutching at his jacket. It wasn’t much, but it there was reassuring “Hghgnnn”. As nonsense as the sound was, maybe he was slowly coming through.

Ixion was never much for words. It was probably no surprise then, that his sounds were few and far between as he came through. There was the odd groan, a bit of a whimper, but mostly there was silence. All there was were the sounds of the two breathing, and the rustling of the grass and leaves in the breeze.

Clasped tight in Hypnos’s arms, Ixion was more aware of where she was then any of his other surroundings. More inclined towards action, and being the dashing young teenager that he was, Ixion seized an opportunity when it presented itself. All he had to do was lean up an inch, and the young senshi’s lips touched hers lightly. Ixion stole a kiss before his eyes even opened.