Michiru Kaioh had been a normal girl. Her odd hair color had proven she was touched by the effects of the Merlin Bombs but it wasn't that unusual, and she couldn't be some freak after all. Her parents quickly began dyeing her hair to a more normal hue.
So she'd gone through life doing her best to prove herself normal. Money could get her out of a lot of problems and if she were an exceptional artist - well - that didn't make her a Magical Girl.
Her early life had been that of a little princess. All that had ended just a few short months ago.
It was just another monster attack. Ho hum. You got used to them in Tokyo. It had been hunting her however. Then after the Gatekeepers arrived, they had taken her into custody.
The word had quickly gotten out. Michiru Kaioh was a Magical Girl in hiding. Like a lot of monsters, this one had sought her out by some sort of instinct, and the Gatekeepers knew when a monster attacked to check around.
She had protested as she was put in a cell. She had tried to desperately find a way out.
She had been deloused by cold-eyed matrons, her clothes taken away, and the standard uniform given her. She was given the collar and had flinched at the soft click that had been the pronouncement of doom upon her.
She'd gone partly into shock then, being led through her sessions and training without really noticing her dozen classmates. Most of them were those brutish pseudo-boy types.
All in all, it was calm and quiet. She'd known about this, that the collar made her more receptive to the lessons and training, that they worked constantly on making sure she was controlled. If she had tried to use powers to escape, the primary functions of the collar would turn her powers against her and the training would have been over in a few days.
She had known all this and not fought. Why bother when her life was effectively over?
She tried to take her life at one point early on, a leap from the catwalk on the fourth floor to the shallow end of the pool. The Level 1 Collar had been replaced with a Type II Control Collar and she'd been brought into this room with some other girls. She knew it had been a Level 3 PsiTherapy session, but all she could remember was bright lights and some woman's voice speaking in her head.
Instead she focussed on the Partner factor after her move to the Kawazara Test Facility. The old term "Handler" might have been fairly accurate, but the Americans and Australians had both pointed out that it had sexual slavery connotations that were negative for a very positive position.
So it was now with a "Partner" she'd be paired. Her minor clairvoyant abilities were brought out, and her musical talents further encouraged. At first her codename was to be Siryn. For reasons she still wasn't sure of, she was now Siryn Neptune on the books, but her nametag read "Michiru Saotome".
She was to become part of a Gatekeeper team, fighting giant monsters and the occasional rogue. Either a native Magical Girl gone bad, or a foreign agent. The Chinese in particular had been known to churn out Magical Girl agents and the occasional Magical Boy. How a musician with intuition abilities was supposed to do this was a question for pondering during "light's out."
The conditions at Training Camp Chrysanthemum were harsh, aseptic, and so very strict. There was nothing particularly inhumane, but after the bland food and harsh lighting and rigid beds and sterile conditions, most were more than ready to get out within a day or two. After a few months of the routine, Michiru had been more than happy to see her nametag changed from simply "Michiru" to "Michiru Saotome" - it meant she was almost out of there!
One morning the matrons had come and walked her out of her cell into a room she'd never been in before. Her nails, hair, and makeup had been done. Her skin had been rubbed with oils and emoliants, leaving her soft and smooth and hairless below the neck. By the time she'd been dressed again, this time in a color to match her hair and nails, she'd begun feeling alive and sexier than she'd ever felt before. The usual release gear was something like an oversized t-shirt belted at the waist, coming to mid-thigh. Added to this was footwear- in her case a pair of low heels that had straps that laced up her ankles to vaguely resemble ancient Greek footwear. Earrings of dark green and blue were fitted into place, and a faint scent applied to her.
At this point she had skimmed the file of her Gatekeeper and was quite ready to jump on him and do the wild dance of passion until she couldn't move any more. By ingratiating herself to this Gatekeeper, she could avoid being sent into danger or sent back for reassignment. Sexuality and seduction had long been a power that women could use to influence men, and Michiru could see her way back into a more comfortable life quite easily.
When getting into the room where she'd meet her new "Handler" - Michiru noticed that there was another girl looking at her. One of those uncultured thugs - a pseudo-boy. Actually that was hopeful. With someone like that as her competition, she was well on her way to winning already.
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