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*Reg or Bat depending on where it goes

Perched a top a warehouse, Sailor Ixion sat and waited. He was out, looking for his required target. The dark haired man had refused to take a new partner out for shadow work, arguing that he could handle something simple on his own. After arguments with a few others, he reluctantly agreed he’d get some help before leaving on assignment. Lying was becoming second nature after years in a war, and doing the kind of business they did. So the senshi was out, on his own, waiting.

The warehouse district seemed nearly abandoned. His sources had him believe that there was a few Negaverse agents that routine came by, usually in single or double patrols. Ixion was looking for one in particular, a green-haired woman who supposedly had also been seen at city hall. It was a low –risk opponent for the experienced eternal senshi, but one who had a vast potential for useful information. It didn’t matter what her experience was, if he was new to the dangerous game they played, only what she might know.

Ixion had a clear goal, to knock her out and deliver her back to the safehouse to question. He kept a safe distance, using binoculars to watch the area. There! Ixion saw the described green-hair and 1940s military-like outfitting. Ready to roof jump to his target, Ixion stopped cold before he could even get going. The all too familiar spidey-sense of ‘you are not alone’ ran a shiver up his back.

He was ready to fight, From the second he felt the chill of a dark aura behind him. That is, until the surprise of a voice threw him for a loop. Ixion turned and saw her.; his Hypnos, but his no longer. She seemed like the same, but at the same time everything was different, shades darker. To Ixion, Hypnos always had a dreamy quality about her, and what was before him was not quite a nightmare, but a darker vision.

It felt like his heart was wrenching. Choking back emotions, he played it off casually. “Oh, it seemed like a good night for a stroll. Don’t you think?”

It was like a slap in the face. Hearing his name without the faintest idea of who he was, or what she meant to him. Sugary brown eyes fell to the ground for a moment, saddened that seemed he was nothing but a name to her. As she stepped closer, his own instincts, primitive almost, grabbed her wrist and pulled her in close. Brown eyes found blue and stared into their abyss, unblinking. “We’ve met. Once a long time ago. A few times.”

Two emotions and voices echoed in his head. One said to keep his grip firm, and run off with his prize in tow. As long as he held on to her, everything would be fine. But the other voice in his head was one that only listened to her cry; it told him to let her go. It was the please that really tipped the scale. Ixion always had a hard time saying no to her, even when his own convictions and desires were contrary to hers. Dropping her hand, Ixion shifted his gaze to the side. “I’’m sorry. I…. don’t mean to scare you.”

Ixion sighed heavily, his inner monologue wondering what they did to her.

“What are you sorry for?” Ixion had to force himself to take a step back and give Hypnos space. “ You haven’t done anything but forget, and cry. Or are you sorry for what you don’t remember? Forgetting me in everything but my name?” His hands were shaking a little, enough the Ixion had to ball up his hands into fists and pressed them firmly together at his sides. First there was sadness, and the need to possess, but those feelings were quickly being taken over by anger. Anger that was directed both towards himself for losing her, and to the woman who had forgotten.

As much as he wanted to tackle her and drag her off like a caveman, like she was her prize; Ixion couldn’t stand the thought of hearing her cry again. Breathing deep, he tried to remain calm. Shouting wouldn’t help anything at all. “How could you …. Go and do that to me?”