~Thunderhead~
Makoto stood by her front door, shrugging her jacket on. Her keyring, held between her teeth jangled musically. She took one last look around her tiny apartment, it was as close to perfect as she could manage. She had cleaned it from top to bottom. Dusting, sweeping, vacuuming, wiping down the walls, washing the windows, dusting again. The kitchen fairly gleamed. Its pots scrubbed to a brilliant shine, its counters buffed, giving them a warm glow. It's utensils, her weapons of war, hung from the walls, making it look like an armory suitable for the modern day warrior.
"CD's put away, check. Bookshelf organized, check. Present tossed casually on the table, check. TV, set to her favorites channel, check. Couch suitably comfy, not check." Mako dropped the bag of laundry in her hand and quickly moved to the couch. Fluffing a pillow, and adjusting the faded green army blanket slung over the back. Her favorite.
She glanced down the hall to her right, 'The bathroom was in order. The bedroom: double check!' Back to the door, she sighed, deciding it was better to leave now then spend another hour nit-picking. Closing and locking the door behind her, she hummed to herself, spinning the keys around her finger happily as she left the building.
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Ami was restless. With a sigh she closed the mini-computer cradled in her lap. Fascinating as it was, the research paper her Mother had sent her, "Edible Botanicals: Breakthroughs in Beauty and Biochemistry." just couldn't keep her distracted. She looked out the window of the train she was riding back into Tokyo Area. Without thinking, her eyes were drawn back to the line of dark clouds that were rolling in over the city.
The track curved around some obstacle, and Ami was forced to press her temple against the cool glass to keep the clouds in sight. Her delicate fingers drummed on the casing of her computer. Why was she so anxious? Why did she have the feeling of inevitable doom?
It was just a break from school, she told herself for the umpteenth time. Relax. Your already far ahead in your studies. Was it the lab she had left behind, did she forget to complete something?' She distracted herself for a few minutes by running down every procedure she could think of for securing her table, and her life there in general.
A sudden rush of energy pulsed up her legs, breaking her concentration and making her want to get up and run the length of the train. With a little frown she stretched her legs instead, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone or something was coming.