Ami and Makoto: 5 Years and a Day
A.N. Good day dear readers. Welcome to the story! This will be a Mako/Ami romance slice of life serial with new chapters published biweekly for the next few months or so.
Many thanks to my beta Balambfish, without whom, every single chapter would be filled with typos, unnecessary punctuation, wacky POV shifts and other fun writing issues. Cheers to Balambfish - The Yuri Superhero, senshi of smut (with heart).
Continuity wise, these stories are a continuation of all my other fanfics (which are mostly anime based). I try to keep everything self contained and standalone. It isn't strictly necessary to have read everything...however, I do admit there will be times when my own headcanon slips through. I will author note it appropriately if it is plot relevant.
Incidentally, Day 1 of the Mako/Ami relationship can be found as the epilogue of my other story "Walking Towards Light: Ami Redux" for anyone that would like some context.
For today, however we are going to skip ahead a little to Day 42.
Day 42 - Tonight and Tomorrow - wherein Ami faces a tough decision, and Mako helps.
Ami flopped face down on the bed. She had a whopping ten hours before she was due back at the hospital for her next shift. Sure, she was living her dream, and the learning experience was amazing, but 100+ hour work weeks were a form of torture unto themselves.
Sleep, glorious sleep at long last...
Her stomach rumbled. Dammit. What now? When was the last time she'd eaten? Breakfast this morning? Ugh. That was about fourteen hours ago.
Food or sleep... sleep or food...?
Ami decided: sleep wins. She was in bed, the alarm was set, and she was not going to move for anything. Her eyes closed. Sleep... a whole magical eight hours of sleep, just like a normal person. What a wonderful dream...
*Ding dong*
KUSO! What did she do to deserve this?
*Ding dong*
Ami rolled out of bed and dragged herself to the door on autopilot. She threw the door open hoping against hope that no one would be there and she could just go right back to bed.
A shock of white hair greeted her instead.
"Happy Halloween!" Makoto was standing in the hallway wearing a white wig, a fake mustache and a lab coat. She looked like... Albert Einstein? What? Oh, right... Halloween. That explained the zombies on the bus ride home!
Sleepy or not, she was always glad to see her girlfriend. Between the hospital and the bakery, their schedules never intersected much. Every moment with Mako felt like a bonus. Her best friend was now her girlfriend. After everything they'd been through, both together and individually, the romance felt like a miracle.
Ami took another look at the ridiculous costume and burst into laughter. Mako shoved a bakery box into her hands at that moment. Ami's eyes lit up - everything else was forgotten. Food! There was no more laughter after that.
"I'm glad you're home. Here, I have some leftover buns from the bakery today. Also, a loaf of sandwich bread. I figured you... might... need it?" Mako's voice trailed off. She looked amazed that Ami had managed to get a whole croquette sandwich down in two bites.
"Ohmmmmgwa... mmaaawwwwsssrrrphm..."
"Eh? What was that? Swallow first. You'll choke."
"I said 'Oh my god... this is the most amazing sandwich ever. I feel like I could go another 12 hours in the OR on this. Tenfold strength and one hundred times the energy... seriously though, this is the best tonkatsu sauce I've ever tasted. It's one of your own recipes, isn't it?"
"You know it! The secret ingredient is Love."
Ami rolled her eyes over the top of the giant chocolate panda bun she was now working on. If anyone could distill 'Love' and put it into a recipe, it was Mako. That's just who she was. Mako winked at her as she wiped a stray bit of whipped cream off her cheek.
"You know, I should get you to do a TV spot or something for me," Mako said thoughtfully. "A cute doctor touting the powers of my baking. That's be good advertising. Then again, you are the one that eats those cheese-and-pickle sandwiches…"
"Mako-chan! I'm not that bad…" Ami finished her bun with a loud gulp and picked out a new red bean one before she continued. "...and besides, it's a British thing. Minako introduced it to me."
"Maybe I'd believe you if you weren't using crappy single slices of processed American cheese. Face it, you have terrible taste. I swear I've seen you eat a ketchup sandwich before." Makoto made a face, but Ami was too busy eating the red bean bun now to defend herself. Besides, Mako was right. "Bleh, the worst part is that you probably know all the random chemicals they put in there, and you still eat it. Then again, with the right cheese and the right pickle it could work. Cheddar and chutney are traditional right? I should experiment with this..."
Ami watched the culinary train of thought take off with awe. Mako's head tilted up and slightly to the left as she threw imaginary ingredients together for a new creation. The way that loose strand of hair caressed her delicate jawline... Ami could watch her profile forever, even with that silly wig on.
"...or pickled apples spread with one of those cream cheese triangles things-" Mako stopped and giggled mid-sentence."The way you stare at me, Ami-chan, you make me feel as beautiful as Michiru or something."
The giggle snapped Ami out her little trance. Ami suddenly realized that she was just staring with half a red bean bun hanging halfway to her open mouth. She had been utterly transfixed; she always did have a weak spot for beauty.
"Oh! Sorry! I'm being rude - you're still standing in the hallway! Come in! Come in!" Ami led Mako into her tiny living room and settled her on the couch. "I haven't even thanked you properly for the delicious food yet, Mako-chan." Ami leaned down and kissed Mako sweetly on the lips. "So… Einstein?"
"Yup. We had a costume promotion at the bakery today for Halloween. Had to dress up as something, so I picked Einstein. I did it for you. Thought you might appreciate it."
"For me? As... Einstein?"
"You did once say that your ideal man would be like Einstein, right? Well... ta-da!"
It was Ami's turn to giggle. Mako looked so proud of herself. "Oh, Mako-chan. That's so sweet of you to remember... but what I meant was that I just admire someone who could close their eyes and create whole worlds in their mind. I didn't mean to imply that I had some kind of weird, white-haired physicist fixation. I prefer the pretty brunette girls, personally. Especially ones that can dream up wonderful creations out of basically just flour and water." Ami pulled the wig off and ran her fingers though Mako's hair. Mako-stein was cute, but just plain Kino Makoto was even better. "Mmm... that's better. Now, scoot over, you're taking up the whole couch." Ami cuddled up next to Mako on the love seat. It was a pretty tight fit, but neither of them seemed to mind.
"You're being awfully generous calling this thing a couch."
"Shush. It's the only one I could find that didn't take up the whole room."
"Yeah, this place is tiny. Lucky you're so small. I'm too tall and clunky to be in here. "
"Aww, Mako-chan." Ami kissed her love lightly on the cheek. "Never say that again. You're beautiful. Besides, who else could have helped me move all that furniture up here?"
Ami meant every word. As far as she was concerned, Mako really was the most beautiful person in the world. She was also the most comfortable. Ami rested her head on Mako's shoulder as her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Makoto smiled as Ami literally started falling asleep on her. Looking around the spartan apartment, it was clear that Ami was exaggerating how helpful Makoto was to her in the moving process. There wasn't much happening here - Ami really didn't have much in the way of 'furniture' or 'personal possessions'. It had been a comically easy move-in. Still, it was nice to be appreciated. The way that Ami looked at her sometimes...
"By all that furniture' do you mean your one bed, one desk and one 'couch'?" Makoto chided her girlfriend gently "You really take this simple lifestyle thing to another level."
"Not important... never home anyways. Closest place to your bakery that was in my budget."
Makoto hadn't realized that until Ami's mumbled honesty. Yup, this was definitely good for the ego. "Wait, that's the only reason you moved into this crappy shoebox?"
"Yes. I love your buns." Makoto raised her eyebrows at that, but Ami seemed to be too tired to notice her double entendre. "Say, Mako-chan, did you happen to bring a coffee? I'm about to fall asleep, but I don't want to..."
"Yup. Sorry, we ran out of the Kyoto drip you like so much early, but I got you the next best thing: Ice coffee, black, 1.75 scoops of ice and a shot of espresso on top, just the way you like it. Incidentally, all my employees now know where I was planning to go after work. They all call you '1.75' now. I'm never going to hear the end of it tomorrow." Makoto rolled her eyes at Ami's very specific coffee order. She was a regular at her bakery and, according to her staff, she was fairly insistent on the 1.75 scoops of ice. They all had that coffee order down to a science by now. Everyone wanted to impress the boss' girl afterall.
"So you brought one...? Coffee? Sweet, precious coffee?" Ami perked up a bit as she begged shamelessly.
"I did. You can have it in the morning. I think you need sleep more than coffee right now." Makoto wasn't going to budge at all, despite the adorable whining noises Ami was making. While it might have been nice to have a little more time with her girlfriend, Ami didn't look like she'd be able to stay awake long enough to even drink the coffee, much less other… fun activities.
Ami pulled out the big guns and looked at her with big, hopeful puppy eyes.
Nope. Still no coffee. Still not budging. If Ami was going to play dirty like this, then anything was fair game. Makoto reached up and massaged Ami gently on the back of the neck, right at the base of her skull. Ami told her that it the suboccipital muscle group once, said it was good for tension headaches. Makoto thought that was useful information. A little massage there always made Ami relax. Tonight, it worked like a charm.
"Not fair, Mako-chan... I taught you that. Now you use it against me."
"All's fair in love and war."
Ami had one more demand before she surrendered. "Stay the night, Mako-chan? I want to see you in the morning." That stubborn little pout on her face indicated that she was not taking 'no' for an answer. Makoto congratulated herself on her foresight in bringing a spare change of clothes. She'd had a feeling something like this this might happen.
"I'll be here Ami-chan."
That satisfied her. Ami curled up and closed her eyes once more. "Good... can't wait to see you again... better give me my coffee then... love you..."
"Goodnight, Ami. Sleep well. I love you too. We can go out for breakfast in the morning if you want. I bet you have nothing in the fridge?"
Ami didn't answer, her breathing was already growing slow and regular.
Makoto stayed on the couch for a while until she was sure that Ami was asleep. She then scooped up the smaller girl in her arms. It wasn't a very far trek to carry Ami from the love seat to the bed. Makoto tucked her in before going to change and brush her teeth.
Waking up next to Ami? Tomorrow was going to be a pretty good day.
A.N.
There was a prompt that accompanied this story. It is as follows: "You just made me cry... now I need Mako/Ami fluff where NOTHING BAD HAPPENS, to either of them."
- tiffanywillow, upon reading the penultimate chapter of Walking Towards Light
...Alright tiffanywillow... your wish is my command. Here ya go!
So here we are in the early days of Mako and Ami's relationship, specifically the 42nd day of their new relationship. Hope you all enjoyed the start. Stay tuned over the next few months as we progress through the next 5 years with one of my favourite pairings of all time.
As always, reviews and PM are always appreciated. Thank you for reading!
Cheers,
-Drifter.
Up next: Day 58 - Rainy Day Girl
