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WORDCOUNT: 857
SUMMARY: Makoto on her first day with the Senshi. 'May your wishes cometrue.'
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by Leni
She had always wanted to help people and make a difference. Ever since she was little and even after her parent's death, Makoto's first intention had been to give all of herself for a good cause. She wasn't sure how that would mix with her best-chef-on-Earth dream, but she'd cross that bridge when she got to it.
On her third day in Tokyo, it seemed that the bridge had given way under her and now she was deep in unknown waters. Makoto didn't have the first idea of what she'd gotten into. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to save some people and defend the world from ugly youma. Even the part of the really short miniskirt and tight fuku was okay.
But after the battle, she was expected to reunite with the team and talk and socialize. Makoto was sure that the black cat hadn't said anything about socializing. So she sat stiffly in the priestess' household, trying not to move because everything looked so breakable in the room. Most items also looked like antiques, pricey ones, and Makoto was nearly sweating when her tea was poured.
The priestess – What was her name? Between being attacked, being naked and being used as a human lightning conductor, Makoto couldn't quite remember. – smiled at her. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, force of habit, really. It was best to always say that one was okay unless she wanted some agency 'taking care' of her until she were of age.
"We understand we sprung things on you," that came from the blue-haired girl, the one with the bubbles-power.
"It's okay," Makoto lied. Then she passed a hand through her hair, more honest as she said, "This isn't how I expected to make friends in Tokyo."
Usagi frowned. It was easy to remember her name when she resembled her namesake so acutely.
"Not that it wasn't fine!" Makoto rushed to reassure the blonde. She relaxed as Usagi smiled again, and then she was suddenly puzzled by her own protectiveness towards the other girl. That had been one big lie. Her arms were still smarting from the amount of power that'd run through them, and she was sure a bruise was forming on her behind, from when she'd first fallen down. Her body was anything but fine; she probably should be in an emergency room, checking for concussions. But instead she was in this temple, and it was strange how easily she was taking this madness. "You've been doing this for how long?" she asked the others.
The three girls looked between each other, and then two gazes fixed on Usagi.
The blonde tilted her head curiously. "Why are you staring?"
"Because you were the first, Meatball Head!"
Usagi narrowed her eyes, looking ready to beat the priestess with her teacup. The other girl just poked out her tongue. The blonde returned the gesture, but then she remembered herself and turned to Makoto grinning sheepishly. "Two months, I think. Give or take some days, maybe. Let's see, I was studying for that Algebra test when Luna found me and…." As she felt their impatient stares on her, she shut up. "You really should consult Luna about the details."
Luna. The cat. She had to consult a cat about the details. Makoto felt ready to laugh. She twirled the magical pen between her fingers – and now she was actually thinking in terms of magic!
"I know it's strange, but we'll help you."
Again, it was the bubble-girl. Ami, that was it. Ami! "Thank you, Ami."
The third girl sobered up. "It can be dangerous, too."
Geez, as if Makoto hadn't noticed. She gave the priestess a look that told her so and the other girl actually smirked. "It will be fun to have you around, Mako-chan."
Makoto wasn't sure she approved of the cutesy nickname, but the brunette kept forward. "As long as we keep together and have our communicators on, it'll be fine."
"And then it gets better!" This from Usagi. She and the other two girls turned towards the blonde, directing her a glance that asked 'How?' Usagi just shrugged. "I was lonely in the beginning, and now I have you three!"
It was said so simply and so sincerely that Makoto had to smile. She noticed that both Ami and the uptight priestess did the same.
She still didn't have the slightest idea of where her life would be heading since today. This certainly wasn't what she'd envisioned. But at the same time it was. She was helping people, wasn't she? And she was making a difference. As a plus, from what she could observe, these girls really needed more than green tea for their meetings. They might be really thin and probably only ate a bite every eight hours, but they could still be used as guinea pigs for her culinary inventions. Except that this Senshi business would probably eat up all the time she'd saved for extra classes and internships.
She sighed, feeling the bridge metaphor hang over her head again.
Ami had been right. This was strange. Her dreams had come true, but….
But.
07/01/06
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