Okay, so, here goes chapter three! Woohoo for me!


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He stared at her, not sure of anything else to do.

"What are you doing here?!" her husky voice asked. "How did you find
my apartment? What do you want? Why are you here?"

Her multiple questions overwhelmed him, he could only think of
off-key things to say.

"What happened to your finger?" his gayous voice asked her.

"Oh." he had caught her off guard,"I cut it today, cleaning up the
broken plates."

"It looks bad." he breathed in sharply, Makoto could tell he was cold.

Against her better judement, she invited him inside,"Let me
get you a towel to dry off with. If you'll wait a moment, I'll put on
some tea. Please, make yourself comfortable."

The shaggy boy sat tensely in a padded armchair. Quickly,
Makoto brought out a towel.

"You're Duo, right." she asked the question as if she knew, yet, it
was more of a statement than a wondering thought.

He nodded in replie.

"Well," she began,"Why are you here?"

He looked at her, with a lop-sided smile,"You see, I wanted
to apologize, for what happened today."

She looked at him, confused. "I don't see how my dropping the
plates is your fault."

Makoto eyed the strange man sitting across from her. This
conversation wasn't going anywhere.

"What's the point of this?" she asked, slightly purturbed.

"Um...yeah, I'm getting to that." he began,"Listen, I know why you dropped
those plates-"

"And why is that?" she cut him off.

"You're not very patient, are you?" her looked at her, awaiting the
snappy come back, doomed to be.

"Let's just say, as of this moment, it's a virtue I lack. Besides,
you seem like one to talk." she shot him a smirk, a tad of mischief in
her eyes.

"Touché." he replied.

She smiled at him,"As you were saying..." she trailed off.

"Anyway," he said, emphasizing the 'any',"As I was saying, the reason
you dropped teh plates is because I said the name 'Heero Yuy'."

"Why would that-"

"Would you let me finish?!" he asked her huskily.

She drew back,"Fine. Go for it."

Duo nodded to her,"Thank you."

"Okay, I know, that when you were young, you were part of a 'special' oz program, but before that, you lived in a orphanage."

"How do you know all that?" she asked in a whisper.

"Cause Heero told me, well sort of. I kinda' had to peice it together myself."

"Well, as much as I've been able to gather, you two were pretty close, and he's fulfilling some promise he made to you some odd years ago."

Makoto sunk back into her chair, straining to recall a promise which in her youth she had taken for granted.

"A promise? A promise...oh!" it dawned on her.

"I asked him once to find me if we were ever seperated. We were no older then ten, I didn't think he'd still remember it, or be alive for that matter!" Makoto brought her knees to her face, her eyes vacant with thought.

"Well, the truth of the matter is, he's very much alive, and has been watching over you since the day you arrived on Colony L1."

Makoto muttered something inaudible to Duo's ears, and he stood, heading for the door.

"Where are you going?!" she asked astonished with his actions.

Duo looked back at her, reaching for the handle,"I did what I came to, I'm leaving now."

"No you're not, not in this storm, fake as it may be. You can stay until it let's up." she looked at him with a warm smile on her face. She could tell he was going to reject, and she gave him the best puppy-dog eyes she could conjure up. He lowered his head in mute defeat, and walked back towards her as she squeeled with delight.


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Duo woke up late the next morning, the first thought on his mind was,"Where the hell am I?" but he didn't take long to remember. He was at Mako's. She had told him to wait out the storm with her, she liked the company and didn't want him alone in the storm that had mildly lightened since then. He stood, groggily, it was nearly 11:00 am. He stretched, and figeted with his hair, a soft humming catching his attention. Mako was already up? He shrugged to know one and walked out of the room he had spent the night in.

There she was, humming a familiar tune to herself as she cleaned the stove of her kitchen. He couldn't resist his eyes on her, she was truly beautiful. She wore a simple, black dress that hung to her knees and molded itself to her body o' so perfectly. Her hair hung in a mess of soft curls cascadeing over her shoulders to the middle of her back, and her skin in all it's paleness seemed to glitter. She stopped for a moment still not reconizing his presence and fidgeted with a silver cross that hung around her neck. Finally, she looked up, his eyes catching hers. Mako's eyes danced with mischeif, and were painted with a heavy black color, she seemed like a demon in an angels body. Demonically beautiful.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked, unphased, tossing her sponge into the sink.

"Um, yeah, yeah...I did. You?" he asked a little unsure of himself.

She giggled wistfully, her mouth curling so slightly in its glossy form. She nodded.

Duo began to look about her apartment. Pictures hung everywhere. Most prominent seemed to be of two people. A blond haired girl, her hair in an odd form, and a boy with midnight eyes and shaggy brown hair. In every picture of either one, Makoto was either hugging them, or them her. One particular picture caught his eye, a picture that lay on her little hall table. It was a simple one of her. It was unframed, simply disgarded. She looked remarkably beautiful. She sat on a rock, its color gray, but light. She wore a dress of sewn together patches, and stripped stockings of black and white that dissapeared underneath the dress. Her shoes were old, combat like boots, laces tied around the ankles. She had her head on her arms which lay rest over her curled knees. She seemed to stare off into the distance, a wishful look on her pretty face. She was in a feild on Earth, that he could tell, this picture couldn't have been taken to long ago. Subconsiously, he flipped it over, words written on it.

Mako,

I thought you would like to have this, I have so many picutres of you already. You deserve to see how beautiful you are.

-Shinosaki

Duo's mind twisted. He wasn't jealous, was he?


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Uh-oh...Duo isn't falling for Mako-chan, is he? Ya' wanna' know what happens? Review, your reviews give way to the next chapters. Gimme idea's, and I want a vote! how many want a love triangle? PS. This might get a littlle, umm...steamy in future chapters.