Makoto Yuki, a fourteen-year-old boy woke up to the sound of his alarm clock, Makoto has long black hair to his knees with light purple eyes, he is very short for his age looking more like a ten-year-old than a fourteen-year-old. Makoto's room was painted with animals of all kinds, a black dresser, a bookshelf, a desk, a lamp, etc. Makoto walked to his closet to grab some clothes for his morning showers, he came out wearing a belly dancing outfit for women, Makoto gently brushed his hair and did some light make-up. Makoto placed his shoes and walked down his staircase. Makoto lives in a fruit store, his apartment is above the store, Makoto had a garden in the backyard which was 3 acres big, Makoto grew the small fruits. Makoto went to his kitchen to make a light breakfast, he made some bacon and toast with orange juice. Makoto sat in his living room which was very comfy with a large t.v. Makoto finished breakfast he put his dishes in the dishwasher, Makoto placed on an apron and some gardening gloves, he walked to his backyard he grabbed one of the huge baskets to pick some fruit that he knew he was out of, Makoto hummed some songs under his breath as he picked some fruit. Makoto carried the last basket of fruit to his store, Makoto cleaned off the fruit and set them to dry. Makoto took off his gloves and apron, he flipped the sign from CLOSED to OPEN and opened the door. Makoto smiled when he had rung up the bags of fruit that his customers brought up to him, Makoto had to refill some of the shelves and walked back to the cash register. Makoto closed the store's door and turned the sign, Makoto went to the back of his store to check on how many jars of jam he had left.
Makoto was in his jam room mashing the berries that were in the pot that was in front of him, Makoto tasted some of the jam that he made and nodded. Makoto pushed the pot that had the jam that was ready to be put into jars, the machine was built by his grandfather- figure Azazel who is the leader of the Fallen Angel. Makoto is a human favored by Fate, Makoto is a dragon tamer. Makoto looked to see his familiar on his right shoulder. "Pika!" Makoto's familiar was a Pikachu that Azazel created for him. "Chu, you have woken up from your nap already?" Makoto said, softly to Chu who rubbed his cheek next to Makoto's. Chu helped Makoto make some of the jam tasting some of the fruit before Makoto could mash it. Makoto carried some of the crates of jam upstairs, Chu was on his shoulder, Makoto blinked at the person who was sitting at the dinner table. "Jiji-chan?" Makoto softly questioned the man who smiled at Makoto and nodded at Makoto. Makoto and Azazel sat in the living room watching some t.v as Azazel helped count how much money that Makoto made for this day. Azazel was very overprotective over Makoto, he practically raised Makoto all his life in fact almost every Fallen Angels are overprotective of Makoto. Azazel always goes to Makoto if he is stressed out, Makoto always finds a way to make Azazel smile. Makoto was laughing happily as Chu tickled him. Azazel made sure that Makoto was tucked nice and tightly in his bed with Chu snuggling in his arms.
A week later it was a hot day and Makoto was selling some ice-cold Lemon in front of his store. Makoto has a huge line in front of his stand, with buckets filled with money and gallons of some hand lemonade, he had a list of prices and size. Makoto stared at the group that was in front of him, he pointed to the sign with the price of the lemonade which said $5.90 for a two-gallon cup. The group paid the correct prince for the lemonade, Makoto was packing up