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Nausikaa was angry.

She was angry a lot lately it seemed, both as Nausikaa and as normal everyday Noë. Dealing with her father's estate meant dealing with her mother's as well, cleaning up things her father had never had the mental bandwidth to do when her mother died. That meant dealing with lawyers and probate court and real estate agents, all of whom seemed to her like vultures, only interested in pieces of her parents. She took out her frustrations by driving her souped-up Mini Cooper at breakneck speeds over the winding roads that traversed the hills and hollows in the forests outside of Destiny City. She also took them out by occasionally powering up as Sailor Nausikaa and dusting youmas.

Tonight, though, she felt something different in the air. A Chaos aura, but like nothing she'd ever felt. It wasn't a Negaverse agent, she knew what they felt like (and studiously avoided contact with them as much as possible, not really wanting to hurt people). And it certainly wasn't a youma. What was it?

Not knowing made her angry. She just wanted some stupid youma to dust.

Nausikaa moved cautiously toward the Chaos aura. Rounding a corner, she at last spotted the source – and the most curious thing she'd ever seen. The girl was wearing what looked like a Senshi outfit, but it was black where it should have been white. Like a reverse-Senshi.

She frowned. Mentally she wasn't prepared to deal with a new kind of Senshi who was probably the opposite of regular Senshi – she didn't know enough about anything to know what the strange Senshi was. Hell, she could count the number of times she has powered up on the fingers of one hand and have a finger or two left over. All she knew was Chaos bad, Order good.

Not wanting to take any chances, she braced herself for battle. "Who are you?" she growled. "More importantly, what are you?"

"You're not 'just like me'," Nausikaa retorted, complete with air quotes. That was plainly obvious. "For one thing, you have a Chaos aura. For another, your outfit is black." Maybe Protogenia here had been corrupted somehow by the Negaverse – she remembered something about there being corrupt Senshi, where the Negaverse had reached into them and corrupted their starseed. But the black-clad Senshi's aura didn't feel as… dirty as she imagined that of a Senshi who had been corrupted would have felt. But maybe she had been a little bit rude demanding to know WHAT Protogenia was...

"I'm Nausikaa. And what I meant was, what kind of Chaos Senshi are you?"

Nausikaa looked Protogenia up and down. "Dark Mirror Senshi? I mean, it's possible I was told about you…" She frankly was lucky she remembered who the Negaverse were; she'd been in kind of a state of shock when she'd been awakened by that talking cat (like any sane person would have been). She was lucky she remembered her own name, and her magic power. Empathy, really! That was pretty funny.

"Mirrorverse?" She shook her head. "No, I've never heard of it. Is this related to corrupt Senshi? Is Dark Mirror a fancy term for corrupt Senshi? Because if you are…" Nausikaa readied herself to deliver a roundhouse kick if Protogenia turned out to be a corrupt Senshi.

"I KNEW it!"

Nausikaa had been pretty certain these Dark Mirror Senshi were just another flavor of corrupt, and she was proven right with Protogenia's affirmation. Chaos is Chaos, and it was all bad; that had been drilled into her head by that talking cat, and was one of the few things she remembered from that night, when she'd been awakened.

She hopped forward, fists bunched close to her chest, and lashed out with a roundhouse kick aimed for the Dark Mirror's shoulders and arms. Nausikaa didn't want to kill her, so she didn't aim for the Senshi's head -- she just wanted to beat her up and make her go away and think about what being Chaos meant.

Nausikaa was rearing back for another kick when Protogenia launched a good-sized bubble at her. A bubble! What harm could a bubble do? These corrupts were really lame.

The bubble didn't burst when it hit her. Instead, she found herself frozen in mid-action. She couldn't even shout in alarm, her mouth partially open to spew another epithet at the Dark Mirror or whatever Protogenia was. It was terrifying to not be able to move, to be suspended in motion like a fly in amber.

What have you DONE to me, she wanted to scream.