When Masato first glimpsed the towering fortress that stood where the school should have been, he cursed to himself.  It figured that things couldn't just be easy.  When he arrived at the gates, he stared up at it in wonder and considered if he ought to wait before charging in.  He hadn't been there long before he heard a familiar voice deliver some cheesy line straight out of a cartoon.  He turned, expecting to find Hikari, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets when he was instead met with Sailor Cleavage.<br/><br/>"K-Koga?!" he yelled incredulously.  "What the hell are you doing here... in that outfit?!"  As if this afternoon hadn't been hard enough on his self-control, now Hikari had become a scantily-clad walking fetish.  Masato gripped his bokken and hoped that he could keep himself restrained.  Hikari had already been raped earlier today, he reminded himself, though it was certainly difficult to tell judging by how eager and excited she looked.  He started to wonder if she really had enjoyed being assaulted enough that she was back for more.<br/><br/>... or if she really did think she was a magical girl.<br/><br/>Either way, he figured she probably shouldn't be left alone.  Gritting his teeth and trying not to notice how tight that outfit was on her, not to mention how revealing it was -- too late, unfortunately, as he noticed her lack of panties and he felt a straining in his own lower regions -- Masato approached Hikari.  "You didn't happen to see Matt or anyone else on your way here, did you?"