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“I’m sorry it has to be this way-” The long pale-haired corrupt knelt beside the disheveled man with greasy matted hair and tattered clothes. Beside his otherwise still form was a beer bottle and a half-pack of cigarettes.

She watched as his chest rose and fell in an even rhythm but knew the homeless drunk would not be waking up anytime within the next 12 hours at best. A part of her felt guilty for the act but then the intrusive thoughts filtered in, one that reprimanded her for not just putting him out of his misery and tried to coerce her into dipping her hand into his chest and removing his starseed carefully.

It’s what Metallia wanted… what her General would prefer she bring instead of just handing over her quota. Often times it felt like a lot, but she dare not question him.

Fluorapatite analyzed her energy orb with a dispassionate gaze.

So long as she didn’t exert too much of her own energy when powered up, the headaches would stay away for at least a few days. But there were times when no amount of medicine would offer relief; ibuprofen was next to useless while naproxen well- she could feel herself building a tolerance to it as it was becoming less effective than when it was first prescribed.

Would he notice? she wondered, contemplating the repercussions of skimming a bit of energy from the orb to take a bit of the edge off so she could sleep soundly tonight. But before she could so much as take a thread from it a sharp pain shot through her mind, causing her to stagger into the side of the brick building.



A voice not belonging to her own hissed in the back of her mind. What was collected so far was for her, more would be needed if she wanted peace.

Suddenly the voices in her mind quieted to distant whispers as Fluoraptite’s gaze slid sideways and settled upon a young child who had somehow managed to approach her unnoticed despite the gentle aura of a White Moon Chibi that opposed her own so venomously. Despite all that though, Fluora felt nowhere near threatened by her unannounced presence.

Instead, she took a moment to collect herself and considered the child’s question carefully. “Dead?” the corrupt asked with a slight tilt of her head that caused her long pale hair to cascade over her shoulder so she could discreetly dismiss the orb of energy without the young one seeing. “No sweetie, he’s not dead.”

“I only just managed to chase a youma off just before you got here. It wanted to take its starseed and I wouldn’t let it,” honeyed words fell from her lips as if she had rehearsed the lie before setting out on her patrol.

“You see,” Fluora lowered herself to the Chibi’s eye level so as to not appear so imposing. A similar motion she often did with her ex-boyfriends younger sister, Amelia who had been timid around her for a time until she got used to her visiting her brother Jasper. “I was upset that I hadn’t gotten here sooner and was trying to think of how I could help him.” She paused a moment and turned her gaze onto the homeless man whose hand twitched in reaction to something he was probably dreaming about.

“However, I believe you being here is a good omen for him. You’re young and full of energy. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to share some of that with him so we can get him to a hospital to be treated?” Just a little, Fluoraptite reminded herself in spite of how the intrusive thoughts demanded she starseed the young girl right here and now before anyone else arrived to interfere.

Alarmed by the phone she’d produced, Fluora moved to take it away but stayed her hand when the button was pushed. Mentally swearing at her luck she forced a smile on her face, annoyed but trying not to let it show.

There was no phone ringing, no sound of someone picking up and asking ‘What’s your emergency.’ Just- silence. This meant that was not a speed dial for the Destiny City Police Department and it was only a matter of time before they were no longer alone. But neither White Moon Senshi nor Knights had the ability to teleport so she had a few minutes to convince the girl.

“I think that’s a very responsible thing to do,” the corrupt reached out and patted the young girl's blond hair approvingly. Her heart ached at the motion because of how closely it mimicked her response to Amelia when she looked up with that proud smile, a smudge of flour on her cheek from making cookies with her dad. She supposed the young girl would be in her early teens by now with how many years had passed since they last spoke.

Fluorapatite felt that familiar itch in her fingertips as that nagging voice in her mind tempted her into just taking the Chibi’s energy and leaving her here beside the homeless man for someone to find later. It’d be easy, to just pull on a thread of energy to satiate the growing migrane that beckoned her into motion. For a long moment she struggled against the urge, her own heart and morals refusing to harm a kid, especially one that reminded her so much of Amelia.

Eventually, the smile slipped from her face as she rose to her full height and took a staggered step back as if her on inner war had come to a mutual understanding. “If you don’t wish to help him, I understand. We are after all strangers, you and I. Trust is earned, is it not?” She hummed thoughtfully, gaze gliding over the sleepless form as she tried to manipulate the girl into offering her energy instead.

“You should go home. Leave him here with me and I’ll make sure the paramedics find him.” Though his state of being might not be breathing after I take his starseed if you do go. Her lips pulled into a thin, almost sad smile as if she pitied the homeless man for his unfortunate fate. “Your choice.”