Yeah, so, first fanfic, yeah, uh, and the pairings are kind of obvious, well except Makoto's. I have yet to figure out what to do with her, but she's the main Senshi of this fic, so if you don't like it, then don't read it. However I would appreciate some of your time. Don't just overlook this fic because it's not about Usagi, or the newest over-used Senshi Hotaru, just read the beginning, and I would indeed appreciate any commentary as to grammar mistakes and the like, but I do make fragments on purpose, so no crap about those thanks. Rated T for now, the rating might go up later for language and situations, but no citrus. I read it, but I can't write it, sorry. Anyway, I've been inspired by the Mako-centric fics I found, an endangered species. I hope I can live up to the legend many a Makoto fan has given up on here at . Signed- Oombala, the eternal Makoto Kino Fan.

Disclaimer- I do not own Gundam Wing/AC or Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon, therefore, don't sue me, it truly isn't wise to do so due to the fact that my sister and her fiance are both lawyers, so yeah. Good luck with getting the minimal possessions I have.

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He was beautiful. Golden hair, dark blue eyes, a gentle smile, the smile she was so accustomed to. The smile she loved. She loved him, but he was beautiful, she was not.

She was unusual. Thick wavy brown hair, bright green eyes, and a 5'6" height, a height she found unsuitable. Among the other smaller women he was surrounded with, she stood out indefinitely.

They fawned over him, the other women. The tittering lovely voices that echoed in her head everyday. That's what it meant to be his best friend after all. She stood by his side smiling, everywhere. She listened to the women compliment him, then whirl around and insult her. She watched them caress his arm, then dig their fingernails into her palm when they shook hands.

They were happy. Her friends were all in love, very much so.

Rei was with Wufei, it started as an arranged marriage forced upon her by her father, but within time, their wills to outdo each other did them in. They fell in love, something they had previously refused to do. They were engaged and elated, the handsome Chinese man had proposed with the same ring he had given to Meiran, at first Rei was astonished, then she was angry, then she was crying with joy. She had finally won over him just as he had won over her mere months before.

Ami and Duo were so unlikely, but so amazing. Duo had met Ami outside the library, him looking for women, her looking at the words in her book. She tripped, he reacted, they both fell. They were dating now, holding hands and smiling, Duo flirting with her confidently as she giggled.

Minako and Heero were already married, Heero was still the hardass he always was, and Minako, well, she hadn't changed much either. Gorgeous as ever, Mina still graced the covers of magazines as the mysterious Sailor V who had miraculously come out of the disappearance, and seemingly immanent death, very much alive. She had been so persistent, Minako Aino got what she wanted, always, Heero was no different.

Finally, the Prince and the Princess, destined, loving, and oh so romantic. They were tied together by fate, and nothing could tear them apart, not deaths, not enemies, nothing, and that's just how they wanted it.

She was alone, with her best friend. He was always surrounded by people, the constantly tittering, flirting, lovely people.

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"Oh, Mr. Winner, did you hear about that scandal downtown? Oh, how horrendous, don't you think?" The slender red head chattered in Quatre's ear incessantly. However, she was pretty, and could actually hold a decent conversation.

"She'll last a week." Makoto decided, looking at the female plastered to Quatre's side. It was no secret that her oldest friend and comrade Quatre Raberba Winner was a playboy, a rich, adorable, manipulative playboy. She glanced over at her friend, and the resident birthday girl, Usagi.

"You really think so Mako? I don't know, he seems to be irritated with her already." The blond replied, looking over at the heir and his companion. "Then again, you know him best right?" Usagi looked past the brunette to make eye contact with the man she had been waiting for. "Well I have to go, you have fun contemplating what to do about your secret crush over there, tootles!" Usagi walked away quickly.

Makoto turned back to analyze the situation when she heard a loud "Mamo!" Shaking her head she went about her business. As Quatre's right hand 'man' so to speak, she was in charge of all the events he went to, she made sure everything was perfect so Quatre would look perfect. Allah forbid he stub his toe on a pebble on the red carpet causing an unseemly demonstration of his colorful vocabulary. Makoto sighed as she recounted the memory. Not something that should ever happen again. She continued on her way when she met a broad chest. Looking up and muttering apologies, she froze. There, right in front of her was a man. A very tall man, wait no, a very tall, handsome man. No, correction, a very tall, handsome, muscular man named Trowa Barton.

"Do excuse me, I wasn't watching where I was going." His deep voice pounded in her ears.

"Uh, no, sorry, Mr. Barton, the fault is mine." Trowa smiled gently at her reply, she was courteous, he had figured that, and she was very, very pretty. He gave her a once over, long auburn hair, a thin waist, rather busty, and gorgeous glittering emerald eyes. Eyes just like his own.

"A perfect match." He said softly. Makoto quirked an eyebrow, slightly confused at the statement.

"Excuse me?" She questioned finally, after a pregnant silence.

"A perfect match." He repeated firmly. He pointed at his lone visible eye, and then her own, a perfect match. Makoto smiled crookedly.

"Er, yeah, I guess our eyes are really similar, um, if you'll excuse me." Makoto walked past him quickly as his eyes followed her. He shrugged, and walked away.

"She was pretty." Trowa's eyes shot up to look at the tall form of Motoki Furuhata, who smiled easily. Trowa looked at Motoki's face as the man's blue orbs followed Makoto's figure through the crowd before she disappeared behind a set of swinging doors. Trowa shrugged in response.

"Why are we here anyway?" Trowa asked. Motoki looked down at him surprised.

"To surprise Usagi, that's why, I mean, it is her birthday after all." Motoki answered smoothly, grinning at the silent man next to him. "Come on, will it really hurt to talk to someone besides me and your bathroom mirror?" Trowa froze at the sound of blackmail being dropped onto his head.

"You wouldn't, no one will believe you." The tall brunette glared at the blond oaf next to him, eyes glaring so hard Motoki could feel it through the long spiky bangs.

"Solid evidence my friend." Motoki pulled out several dvd's stashed in his pocket. Trowa looked at him with a brow raised and an obvious smirk.

"You carry all your blackmail around with you?" A plan began formulating in his head as he quickly grabbed for the disks, not quickly enough he supposed, when Motoki pulled the circular objects from reach.

"Not so fast, if you want your blackmail gone, you go and talk to that chick from before ok?" Motoki looked at his friend with a mock stern gaze. Trowa glared defiantly, then yielded.

"Fine." He grunted before taking off through the doors Makoto had left through earlier. He didn't seem to notice the other pair of blue eyes trailing him as he made his way toward the woman he was supposed to speak with.

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"Hey Ami, who's that?" The blue haired girl spun around in her boyfriend's arms when she felt Quatre poke her shoulder. She followed his finger and let her gaze settle on a thin chocolate haired man, a man that she recognized.

"Oh! That's Trowa Barton, he's one of Usagi's friends, guess that's why he's here. We haven't seen him for a while though, he looks pretty different." She informed him, smiling cheerfully. "Why?" She asked, brows furrowed together in curiosity.

"No reason, I just didn't recognize him." Quatre stated as he stuck his hands into his pockets. "See you later, I think I'm going to go back to the office now, do you know where Makoto is? I'm her ride home." Ami thought for a second before shaking her head.

"No, I haven't seen her." She said quietly. "She's probably in the kitchen though." Quatre laughed at her answer. He knew exactly where she was already, and Ami was right as usual.

"I'll go check. Hey Duo, I'll call you about the new shipment later today alright?" Duo gave Quatre a thumbs up as he continued to chat with Minako whilst playing idly with Ami's hair.

Quatre made off to find his best friend, treading the trail walked by two other before him, he opened the doors to one of the things he had never wanted to see.

Ta-Tah for now