Makoto smiled, humming to herself as she kneaded the dough carefully folding it to perfection. 'Mako's world famous garlic bread...' she said cheerfully to herself. She looked at the clock and smiled. It was almost 5:00pm. She had to hurry.
Wiping her hands on her floral apron first she sliced the dough into fat breadsticks and placed them on a pan which she then slipped into the oven. Turning her attention to the stove she mixed the spaghetti noodles for minute and then stirred the sauce. 'Maybe a little more basil.' She thought aloud. 'It has to be perfect...'
Makoto turned to look around the beautiful apartment. It was done in pretty greens and pinks, decorated elegantly and sparkling clean it was perfect, everything she could ever hope to own was here. She then began to set the table for two with creamy white dishes trimmed with gold and glossy, painted pale pink flowers. She finished by adding gold silverware and two crystal wineglasses. Looking at the table she felt something was wrong so she took a vase from the window containing one solitary pink rose and placed it at the table center. Now it was perfection. Returning to the stove she set the now fully cooked food onto gold tinted platters and added them to the table. Her lips turned into a delicate pout as she sprinkled Parmesan cheese onto the sizzling breadsticks. She went to the fridge and pulled out the Italian salad and added it to the table followed by a bottle of fine white champagne. Lastly she added napkins. Pearl white and embroidered with the words, 'Love is like a flower, if you keep it to yourself it will just wilt and die, but if you give it to another it will bloom forever' She had made the napkins herself, and never once had she pricked her finger as she pulled the pink thread through the cloth.
Mako smiled again. What a blissfully happy life she now led. All her dreams had come true. After peace had been established in the final battle with Chaos life had returned to a wonderful norm. Usagi and Mamoru had ascended to the position of King and Queen of Crystal Tokyo and Makoto had decided to instead live life as a normal citizen. These were such distant things she thought as she held her hand up to her face to look at her sparkling wedding ring. It was gorgeous, the symbol of her happiness. She had a perfect husband, and beautiful home and she owned her own bakery and gift shop just like she always wanted. And today was her anniversary.
She jumped as the doorknob turned. How foolish was she to have forgotten to remover her apron. She pulled it over her head and hung it up by the stove; careful not to ruin her hair. Dressed in a knee-length green checkered dress with a scoop neckline she really looked beautiful. Trembling she watched the door open and gasped in surprise as she was handed a bouquet of blooming pink roses.
"Mako this smells wonderful" he said beaming at her, "Your cooking is better than anyone else in the world!"
Makoto blushed. "Oh no, not really!"
"You shouldn't be so modest." He paused, "You're the most wonderful women in the world and I love you so much..." he paused, his voice full of emotion, "Happy Anniversary to you."
Mako smiled brightly tears of happiness filling her emerald green eyes as he leaned forward pulling her into a wonderful, loving kiss. The roses crushed between them releasing a wonderfully sweet scent that filled the air as the happy soldier of Jupiter finally got her happy ending.