A Man's Back (OPEN)

[SUNNY LEE]

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[YOUMA]

Most of the Dark Kingdom's monsters were animalistic, having been made from monsters in human form, with not far to fall; but every so often there would be one that simply looked… off. Strange, even, kind of humanoid even, just… wrong. Broken. Deranged.

This one was a skeletal human in the tattered remains of its Catholic school uniform, with long, long fingers and sharp black nails. And as it walked, it hissed its breaths in a steady pattern, in and out. In and out, in and out, in

and

out--

--and it was so very hungry. It needed to bring the Queen energy, and when it found the single girl wandering alone it knew that it had been given a gift. A gift for the Queen, the Queen who defined its purpose and had given it life. As it exhaled that hissing breath, it laughed and lunged free of the trees, flailing both arms forward to catch its toothsome prey.

[SUNNY LEE]

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[YOUMA]

The youma, obediently, brought it.

Its claws caught the light as they arced up and around, trying to enclose its prey in a tight hug. If it had ever seen the sense of the taekwondo posture, that self was long gone--it was only the monster now, only the beast.

The jaw unhinged, long teeth--far longer than any human's should have been, and far longer than many animal's too--spreading wide as its body coiled like a snake.

[LUNE DUPONT]

Being a Sailor Senshi had its perks, but being a Sailor Senshi alone definitely had its downfalls. Though she was much stronger, that didn't mean that Lune was able to fight by herself. The thought of facing another Youma made her freeze up immediately, crawling skin, panicked expression, shallow breath; the works of a traumatized girl. Though she had won the fight, Lune didn't dare try her luck again. So for the past few days, Sailor Moon had remained hidden from the public. There were occasional whispers in the wind that she caught on accident, usually via a news report or newspaper headline. 'ANOTHER MISSING PERSON CASE REPORTED' or newscasters discussing strange activity on the streets, attacks, things of that like. Each story made her blood run cold. She had willingly elected staying indoors due to her fear.

But now, she had forced herself out of the house. Not only did another second of contact with her mother threaten her mental stability, but it was like an itch that had to be scratched. It was irrational thinking on her part, definitely, as it was past seven and the ideal time of day for any youma to make its jump on her. But her pen was tucked safely away in the pocket of her jacket, and that was comfort enough for the time being.

For minutes she wandered. Thinking about the memories she couldn't quite grasp onto, even after transforming. The beautiful kingdom, its sad ruler, a viscous war, and a broken heart.

What was hiding from her?

She was deep in her thoughts, but still aware enough to hear the shouting. Lune's gaze perked up, and several feet away she could see a monster- a youma, readying itself to attack a young girl.

Before the breath could leave her lungs, Lune had her transformation pen in hand, yelling out the phrase she wasn't quite used to yet.

"Moon Prism Power, Make-Up!"

The feeling that she had dealt with during the first youma attack, the lights, the comfort, the changing clothes- it all returned, and after just a few seconds, Lune was in her Senshi attire, and Sailor Moon was bolting forward, still unsure of what she was going to do upon reaching the fight.

She was approaching the girl quickly from behind, and as she was, the Youma was approaching just as quickly as she was. Arms outstretched, the monster looked as if it had been plucked straight from a nightmare. It was hard to choke back the scream that it threatened to elicit.

"Down!" She screamed, and stupidly, she pushed the girl out of the way, landing on top of her in a heap. Moon coughed, but quickly rolled off of her. "Go!" She yelled. "Get out of her!" Sparing the girl one pleading side glance to accompany her request, she carried on, approaching the Youma with a faltering straight face.

"I'm getting tired of this," she whimpered. Nonetheless, she kept her stance. "But I'm not going to let you hurt anybody. Not if I can help it." And with that she pulled her tiara off. It turned into its white glowing shape, spinning round and round in a disk of energy. Preparing herself to throw it forward, Sailor Moon rested a terrified gaze on the monster. "Moon Tiara Action!"

She hurdled the disk forward, and for a hopeful second it seemed as if the attack would be successful. The disk veered off course though, and missed the monster barely. Lune's eyes widened in shock, and she took a faltering step away from the monster.

Now what?

Would anymore attacks make themselves known to her?

[the starveling cat]

Perhaps the Cat had been following Sailor Moon. Perhaps it hadn't. All anyone else would note about the Starveling Cat's sudden appearance was that one minute there was nothing, and the next there was a skeletal ginger tabby.

"Again," it asked Moon, backflipping over itself. A red and gold pen appeared on the ground, and the cat used its tail to smack it over to the civilian form of Sailor Mars. "Girl! Say 'Mars Power, Make Up' with your whole heart."