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It seemed as if fate had brought the cat a mouse. A lovely little mouse at that. If it weren't for those damn birds, his presence would not have been known. He'd have to make a point to kill them later, after he had his fun. To his advantage, there wasn't a lot of light in the alley, save for an apartment nearby and the eerie glow that came from a streetlight further down.

"Mew?", he meowed in his sweetest voice as he walked out of the shadows with a feigned limp. "Mew?" he called again in an attempt to sound like a pathetic, hurt cat. Most females had a weakness for felines and he wanted to earn her trust before he transformed and made his attack. The closer he got, the better his advantage would be.

What a silly girl. She was so quick to share information but that's what made it so easy. They were so trusting of animals, especially felines. Perhaps that was in part due to the existence of Guardian Cats but even normal felines seemed to gain their attention easily enough.

Now that he knew she was on patrol, it most likely meant that she was also alone. If another patrolled this area, he or she probably wouldn't be around for some time. That gave him the perfect opportunity to attack now but it would have to be fast.

"Mew," he purred as he rubbed against her hand for another moment. Then he limped off into the nearest shadows. When he was sure she would not see him, he transformed into his humanish form. The benefits of the Negaverse came in handy in this form as the retractable claws his hands and feet provided him were his only real weapons. He could pass as a human if not for the ears on the top of his head and the tail that flicked calmly back and forth.

"Mew", he stated in a manly voice as he stepped out of the shadows, hands unclenched and claws extended, ready for battle. "You do have something you can give me. Your star seed would do rather nicely." And with that, he lunged forward in an attempt to stab her with his claws.

Not exactly the blow he was hoping to land but it would suffice for now. He smiled and licked the blood from his claws one by one before he replied, "I wasn't aware there was a need for introductions. I must have missed that in the Negaverse handbook for the criminally minded." His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he spoke and he began to circle her.

After a moment, he sighed in mock resolution and bowed gracefully before her, "I do have a weakness for pretty girls in uniforms. My name is Caine. Is there anything else you wish to know? My tailor? My sign perhaps? What I had for dinner last night or the size of my," he paused briefly before continuing with a wicked gleam in his eyes, "tail? Or can I fast forward to the part where I kill you and take your star seed?"

Her innocence reminded him of another young girl. He didn't like that comparison AT ALL. She was nothing like Ume. This girl was the enemy. So what if she was trusting.. so what if she would have probably cared for him if he had really been a hurt cat? To get what he wanted, sacrifices had to be made. People had to get hurt, even die. This conscience thing was starting to become a pain in the a**.

"And so the cat has been trapped," he replied dryly as he looked at the ring around himself, circling within it, studying it. The girl was more experienced than he had originally assumed. It was as if the ring provided a force field of sorts as he was enclosed within the little area.

A smile trickled across his lips. "Tell me, how long can you keep this up? Also, how well can you hold this together under certain.. distractions? It's not to say it's not a bad attempt. It's really good. And really useful if I do say so myself. My, it's a rather warm night, isn't it? You wouldn't be put off if I were to remove my shirt?" Caine unbuckled the shirt he was wearing and let it drop to the ground below, showing off his naked chest and muscles. "Sure is a warm night, isn't it?," he commented once again and with a flick of a wrist, the top button of his pants came undone though he did stop there.. for now.

If she was as innocent or naive as she appeared, then he would prey on her sensitivities. He alternated between watching her and watching this energy based collar around him. At the first sign of weakness, he would try to break out of it.

"Now now, no need to get insulting. To be a stripper, I'd have to dance. I do loathe dancing," Caine purred out. "I might wiggle my a** a bit if you ask nicely though."

After a moment, he sighed rather dejectedly and sat down Indian style. Her questions had put him off guard and he wasn't sure how he should answer them. "I suppose the food is better with the Negaverse" he retorted before attempting to respond more honestly.

"I don't know. I don't remember. I don't care. They gave me a home, a sense of purpose. What am I to do on your side? Sit on your lap and lick your fingers? Tell you what to do? Be a pet? A ******** PET? We can't be a real part of the human world except as a cat. Here I can be whatever I want to be. Do whatever I want within reason of course. There's always certain restrictions and rules to abide by."

He ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm down. He could probably teleport out of this thing. It was an ability given to him by Charonite himself. He could teleport right behind her and end it right now and she'd never see it coming. Of course, there was the slight possibility that it might not work but this ring seemed more physical than anything else. So what kept him from trying?

"I don't remember the details and it's not something you can just 'quit'. What are you going to do, try to save my soul? Free me from the Negaverse? Return me to my senshi so I can once again be a pet and if I'm a really good one, get that special litter box I always dreamed of? No thank you."

"You are a child. I don't expect you to understand. I'm not as bad as most. The others would have killed you by now. If I wasn't a ******** moron, I would have killed you by now but I'm obviously broken. I don't want to hurt you any more than I want to hurt myself. I'm not in a position though where I have much of a choice in the matter. Does the Negaverse provide me things that I would not have otherwise? Yes. Do I like having those things? Very much so. Does that make me a cold blooded killer? No. But we have duties to uphold, the same as you do. Whatever you do, do not underestimate the Negaverse based on any weakness I have shown here tonight. I want nothing more than to be with my senshi and if the General-King heard that, I'd never see morning. But I am Negaverse bound now. I am Negaverse owned. You sit there and act like I have a choice. I did not choose this. I cannot simply choose to leave. I'm here to stay, trapped, imprisoned, however the ******** you want to call it and the only way to keep it from being a living hell is to earn my place. To earn my status. To make the best out of it."

He didn't mean to deliver a godamn speech but he was upset. He was genuinely upset. He had to make the best out of his situation. He had to accept that he lost whatever life he was meant to have. He could die or he could adhere to the Negaverse and if it made him a coward, so be it. He wanted to live, even if it wasn't the life he was meant to have.

"Let me out of here. You have my word that I will not hurt you if you release me. At least not tonight." He had no idea if she could trust him. He did not know for certain if he could trust himself. This night was proving to be an embarrassment however and he wanted nothing more to do with it.

Once free, he teleported out momentarily without further word. After a moment of absence, he reappeared with a first aid kit and tossed it at her feet. It was better than nothing. He was sure the wounds he gave her weren't bad at least, if they had been, she wouldn't have been able to keep the collar on him as strongly as she had.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I do not seek pity. If anything, it is beneficial for you that I had been alone. If I hadn't, things would have gone differently. I am a failure," he stated matter-of-factly. He had to get himself in control or he would surely be killed. He was becoming more worthless than the child lieutenants he hated.

"I hope I did not hurt you too badly," he added awkwardly. He then turned to put on his shirt, chastising himself quietly for even thinking of undressing in front of a young girl. Obviously, he was losing his mind. It was the only explanation he had for why he was changing so much lately.