The door clicked shut behind her as Chase left her alone for the night, and Naomi turned to gaze properly at the room before her with wide blue eyes. It was huge, as was to be expected in a mansion of this size. She felt like a child in a candy shop, except she wasn't sure whether she wanted to be here or not. It was grossly overwhelming, and she was so afraid.

Taking a deep breath, Naomi shuffled forwards in the room, not sure what to do. She felt like an alien, on a hostile planet she didn't know the first thing about. Had she lived like this before, the high life? Had her mother been as lovely as Ms Black...had she even had a mother? Tears threatened to fall for the umpteenth time, but she caught them this time, inhaling deeply again as she moved forwards with more purpose and deposited the bedclothes she'd been provided with neatly on the bed. None of this mattered anymore, she couldn't remember it. It couldn't matter. A sob threatened to bubble up and escape her throat but she swallowed it forcefully, running a finger softly over the fine silken nightie Chase had found her before she turned and glanced around the room again. A large, ornate wardrobe stood in one corner, and upon further investigation she found it full of dust-covered old suits and dresses that had clearly been neglected and demoted to spares that only surfaced in dire emergencies. Selecting a dress and removing it, Naomi spent a few minutes dusting it off before she checked the tag and the size. A price-y label, but it should fit her... Holding it out at arms length she inspected it, marveling at the fine tailoring and the gorgeous pale, rose-like colour. It was a greek-style, full-length dress, wrapping around to gather on the left hip, and it was beautiful. The blonde stared at it in awe for a few moments more before she replaced it in the wardrobe and closed the doors, sighing softly.

Turning, Naomi made her way over to a door, stepping through and gasping lightly as she realized it was an en-suite. By en-suite standards it was large, the size Naomi would've expected a regular family bathroom to be. A beautiful corner bath filled up the far corner, with a shower next to it and then the sink and toilet on her left. On her right was a large full-length mirror, and after briefly inspecting the bath and shower it was this that Naomi found herself in front of, staring at her reflection.

This was her. Naomi...ohshit, what was her last name? Wyatt, Whitt...Watts, definitely Watts. Tears brimmed in her eyes yet again but she furiously brushed them away, glaring fiercely at the rosy-cheeked, pale-skinned, blue-eyed, blonde-haired girl that was watching her from within the mirror. A slender hand reached up and took a section of hair, running down it to the ends. It was odd, having short hair, she felt like it should be continuing. That was all she could remember, the billowing locks that cascaded down to the floor, tickling her back as they did. She couldn't remember anything before - had her hair always been this short, as a civilian? Naomi caught herself before the tears arose this time, inwardly scolding herself. It didn't matter. Nothing from before mattered. Only now, the future, both Zinkenite and Labyrinthite...and Chase had made that much clear. The General-King had promised her a family, a close-knit, organised group to help her integrate into the Chaos army and to help her discover her new civilian identity. If they were anywhere near as lovely as Labyrinthite/Chase had been, then she wasn't worried. They'd be all she needed.

Was she going to go to university, get a job, be a slob and laze around the house all day? Splaying her fingers out, Naomi ran her hand through her hair once, then twice, sighing as she did so. She was nineteen, she knew that. It meant either option was open to her, although standing here right now she couldn't recall any schooling, so perhaps university was out of the question. It wasn't a decision for now, either way, so she cast the thought from her mind for the time being. It didn't matter, not right now.

Her lips barely moved, the faintest murmur escaping as there was a brief flash of pink, and the now corrupted Senshi of the Senses stood in Naomi's place. Eos reached down and gently touched her gloved fingers to the lighter parts of her outfit - her pink collar, her pale yellow and orange and pink stars, her tiara. The colours were beautiful, and reminded her of the sunrise at dawn, but were hugely overwhelmed by the black bodice, gloves and stockings. Her whole fuku was tainted, just like her starseed, and Eos found herself holding her breath as her fingers ghosted over the large black hole in her chest. She didn't know how long she stared for, but eventually her lungs screamed for air and she had no choice but to take a sharp intake of breath.

Was tainted the right word?

It would be foolish to ignore the fact that Chaos had gripped her starseed, turning it into something different. But although it had been forceful, it had been like awakening anew, with a new outlook on life. She'd been foolish before - she couldn't remember it, but she must have been. Order were wrong, the forces of Chaos were right. She was one of the lucky ones, she'd been offered the chance of salvation and gifted with this second chance, even though she deserved merely to be thrown in the gutter and made youma-chow. She'd been saved, and that sudden realization made her eyes widen and her heart leap. Eos' breathing was sharp and rushed as she flattened her hand on her chest, placing her other hand on top. The feeling of her heartbeat was reassuring - she was still human. But she was different.

Why her? Why had she been chosen to see the light in this, admittedly harsh, way? She'd done nothing of note, from what she'd been told, she'd simply been in the right place at the right time. Eos looked at herself in the mirror, frightened by the sudden clarity of the situation. She'd been ever so exceptionally lucky, and if it weren't for that luck she'd have been left behind, still wading in a sea of uncertainty and confusion. She hadn't quite grasped this before, and now she had the blonde senshi was gripped by a vice-like hand of terror. Eos had so much she owed these people, so much she owed the Negaverse - Zinkenite in particular, for selecting her. Right there and then, watching herself in the mirror, she vowed to do everything she could, to work as hard as her muscles and mind would allow her, to pay each and every single one of the dues to the best of her ability.

Allowing her power to flow out through her fingertips, she once again found herself looking at plain old Naomi Watts, who's rosy-cheeked face was now ablaze with a new determination, a new fire.

She had a lot of work to do.

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