Okay the one thing I said I would never do was changing their Fuku's. I told myself that they are fine and that while some people did them really well, there was no way I would. Well I did. And since I wrote about 4 pages of it…I really don't want to change it. So if it REALLY sucks…crap. But for you Makoto/Nathan fans I FINALLY put something about them in it. This chapter has a few gooey scenes and since this is probably the last chapter before the war starts I had to get some stuff in. Hope you enjoy it and I will try to get the next chapter out soon.

~Ravyn~

Disclaimer: I do not own.

Rei starred at the scene in front of her with every intention to scream his name. But it was not until she saw what looked like his body being hit with impact that her lungs drew the breathe she needed to scream his name. And then it came far too late.

His body lay completely crumpled and it appeared to her dazed eyes that his form did not even breathe. It just lay there, so still it appeared lifeless.

And in that moment that second of defeat she realized what had been plaguing her memory, the question that had nagged at the back of her mind. She…loved…him.

Her mind exploded with the memories of candlelight, and kisses, of moonlit walks and gentle glances. Of being in his arms and wishing never to let go. In that one moment, something inside Rei broke.

Her violet eyes glowed with the heat and fire of Mars, fanned by the fiery hatred she felt. She had lost before she had gained and it broke her very soul to have lost him yet again.

Her face moved into mobile stone and her breathing pounded in her ears as a cruel reminder of the breathe that he would not draw again. Rei reached for the mental link that connected her to her planted. Felt the red-hot line as if she knew the path she was about to take, which was farthest from the truth.

Letting the words for her transformation slip she pulled on that line demanded the power it would take to destroy the evil that had stolen her very soul from her grasp. Demanded vengeance for the one thing that she could never regain. And, somewhere, somehow, the power came.

It poured into her very soul and threatened to consume her. It felt like her very insides were melting, like it was re-changing her very body structure. Her body, her sight, the very feelings were lost in the intense heat that broke through her soul. Then there was nothing.

It was a still blackness that covered all sound. All she could hear was the roar of the fire…. the unstoppable pounding of the fire being beat into her soul. Then she heard it. A heart beat. And then another. Faintly at first, and the with greater intensity, she heard the sound of faint breathing. Slow at first, and then with speed, she felt her body flow back into existence, like the spark of fire catching to the timber and igniting. And her eyes opened.

Instead of the violet flames, they were red, red as the richest ruby of sun as it set in the sky. The thick black masses were a thick auburn that feel in a heavy plait with several loose strands falling softly around her face, in a plait of fire to her waist.

Her skirt had shortened and a clear outer skirt fell about halfway to her knees. Her heels stayed relatively the same, but pulsed with the red of her fuku. Her entire fuku changed to red of the dying stone of a dragon's heart. A dragon was stitched in a vibrant gold on her skirt.

The most impressive part, excluding the fires that dance in her eyes, was her wings. A brilliant pair of angle wings made of pure and holy fire danced from her back. The danced upwards as if daring a person to come near, to touch, to be burned. She was incredible beautiful.

Chad stared at the women in front of him with absolute shock. There was no way that she could have survived what she did. The pure amount of power that raced into her should have left her in a heap of cinders.

There was a common law that you could not take more than so much power or it would burn you out. It was one of the reasons that most vampire or mortals had some type of object to inherence there abilities to store and maintain the magic, if it could be called that, intake that they consumed.

Chad felt his hear stop when he realized what had happened. It was initially the dragon on her skirt that clued him in. She had become the sword. She was now one with the magical source of fire that she had only hinted at being able to control before. And for the first time, Chad was scarred.

Rei turned her viscous red eyes on him, and in a daze he noted that they were nothing like the blood pools that gave vision to his Queen. Her voice, when she spoke, caused him to tremble in fear, and longing.

" You have crossed the line, mortal." He gaped at her, for by no terms was he mortal, " and for that you will be punished. You would bring war to my princess and attempt to destroy all that she loves. You would kill the one that she loves, and for that…you will pay. I will not allow you to kill the one she loves, as you have the one that I love."

Chad opened his mouth to argue, to give himself the time he would need to destroy her, but the wave of pure, raw, and destructive energy in the form of fire consumed him. Not even a cinder was left.

Rei let her shoulders drop and her wings dropped as she starred at Jason. He had not so much as twitched. Rei felt a long tear fall down her check.

" Jason." Rei breathed, a mixture of love and pain, past and present voices mingling in that one world, it echoed around as if an echo its self, almost a prayer. As if answering that call, something twitched.

Rei was shocked enough to loose the tentative hold on her transformation and fell on her butt with an oomph, for she had been unconsciously hovering. Her dark hair was loosened from it braid and fell around her like a waterfall.

Jason looked up with his innocent blue eyes and glanced at her from long blond lashes. " Did you get him fire-brand?"

Rei gaped at him with her jaw touching the ground.

" You…you…you…" she managed to splutter. " HOW COULD YOU!" Rei hollered, once she gained her breath back. " I thought you were dead."

Jason blinked again and grinned impatiently at her. " Naw," he drawled. " Its called ducking. You really should learn how."

Rei narrowed her eyes and fumed. Suddenly her mouth turned upwards and she reached down -he was still on his stomach- and kissed him with a desperate need for contact. Before he had a chance to respond, he was in quite a daze; she yanked back and slapped him, again.

" DO NOT EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN. NEXT TIME I WILL KILL YOU!" Rei screamed. Rei scrambled to her feet and practically ran from the garden.

Jason put a dazed hand to his mouth before snapping out of it. " Love you to sweat-heart." He muttered sarcastically. " Well that puts us back were we started." His eyes danced at the thought.

~*~

Minako had been taking a decent hot shower when she had felt the pain Rei was going through. She had been in the process of climbing out of the shower with absolutely nothing on when the fire raced along the link. Some five minuets later she had been attempting to pull herself off the floor, by way of pulling on the curtain, when she yanked the curtain down with her.

With a muffled curse she then found herself with a curtain pole shape dent in her head. In the process of detangling herself Serena had raced in and began to bauble about nothing, or something, the ringing in her ears did not allow her to notice anything.

After Serena had left -which she had never thought to offer the assistance - and Minako had spent another five minutes existing the bathroom, she had found Kris in her room.

Minako had dove back in her bathroom, slipped on the curtain, banged her head on the tub -cursed in several languages- yelled at Kris when he opened the door, banging her in the head with it, and managed to find a towel.

Now she was glaring at the other generals who had found her -while she was still in the towel - and started to talk all at once, never noticing the shampoo that still clung to her face and hair.

Minako gaped at the Generals, all of them still having failed to notice her, as they talked about something Rei had done. Screw Rei, all she wanted was a shower. And to top it all off, she had just shaved. And since the Generals and there so called, get this, brains had left the door opened, COLD air was racing into her room. The hair on her legs was practically racing to see which hair could be the longest.

Finally Minako had enough. Her eyes narrowed and screamed loud enough to wake the dead. But as luck would have it, at the moment that she opened her mouth, Artemis came racing through and jumped onto her back -never noticing she was in a towel- and it fell with a flutter around her. Minako had managed to flash each and every one of the Endymion's guards.

As they all stood there gawking Minako grabbed the towel and glared the cat with all the wrath of gods shinning from her eyes. Artemis had never seen her that angry and slowly, as if moving fast would get him killed all the faster, backed away.

The other four stood with their mouths gaping as if they had never seen a woman before. Her violent gaze landed on them next and they two began to move toward the door. Minako stood there like an enraged angel, slowly dripping a puddle on the carpet. The knuckle white grip she had on the towel was the only thing that kept her hands from wrapping around their necks.

The door slowly clicked shut and Minako stood still for several moments before turning the heater on. After a few minuets she giggled. Kris was going to rip them apart and she was going to kill Kris. With a smile she opened the bathroom door to finish her shower. A loud crash was heard as she yet again slammed to the floor as she tripped on the damn curtain.

~*~

Ami listened to the howling that was coming from down the hall and decided it was best to stay as far away from the angry blond as possible. Yes the Library was much safer after all.

Ami snuggled into the large love seat and bit her lip as she concentrated on the pieces in front of her. Somehow she had run into Zavier, and somehow she had been talked into this game of chess.

It was not really the fact that she was playing chess that bothered her. No she loved the game; it was the stakes of the game that bothered her. If she lost, he got to pick a topic of conversation. If she won, then she got to pick the topic.

And by the gleam in his eyes she knew exactly where he was going with his topic. So she had decided right then and there that she was not going to loose.

And so she sat there biting her lip and praying that she was not making the wrong move, that she was not blushing, and most of all that she would WIN.

Unfortunately for Ami, Zavier had his own ideas. He had noticed

-After Jason had pointed it out- that Ami had been watching him a lot more than normal. Not only that but there had been a slight look of longing, and if he dared to hope, a look of love as well.

So he sat across from her and tried to concentrate on the game and not her adorable mouth, which she kept abusing by biting, he could think of several better ways she could be using it, and the delicate tapping of her nails on the boards. She was very distracting when she wanted -or unknowingly- to be.

Zavier felt his eyes gleam and a territory grin pull across his features as he watched her leave the opening open that he had been praying for. He slowly moved his knight into position. A few seconds later…checkmate.

Ami tried not to audible gulp when she felt his eyes land on her and made the mistake of looking into his eyes. The gleam in them made her tremble with emotion.

" So Ami…what shall we talk about?" Zavier all but purred. His facial expression was nearing evil now.

" Er…nice weather?" Ami stuttered.

Zavier chuckled and smiled at her. It had a slight edge to it. He grinned and wrapped a hand around her small wrist. " Lets talk about why you have been watching me lately okay?"

" Watching you?" Ami whispered. Her eyes had grown to the size of a small lake. Zavier had to force himself to keep from getting lost in those blue orbs.

" Yes Mame."

" Er…" Ami frantically searched her brain for any sentence that could get her out of the predicament that she found herself in. Suddenly she hit it. " Protocol."

Zavier blinked in surprise. " What?"

" I needed to know court protocol so I was watching you." Ami all but screamed. " See you were trying to read what was not there." Ami breathed a sigh of relief mentally.

Zavier frowned and thought about it. It was perfectly obvious answer and it had all the ground to be true. Except for one small detail. Her eyes had a certain look to them. Time to turn the tables.

" Court Protocol? Really which part? Maybe I can educate you?" Zavier said smoothly.

Damn. He had caught on. Ami frantically thought of another excuse.

" No that is okay. I think I have it all figured out." Ami quickly replied.

" Really? How about how the court feels is 'proper' show of affections?" Zavier taunted, pulling her that much closer.

" Affections?" Ami breathed at the close contact.

" Yes see," Zavier pulled her till she was pressed up against his chest. He then wrapped the arm that did not have her wrist around her waist. " This is called being far to close."

" Really?" Ami pushed the word out for it seemed to want to get stuck in her throat.

" And," He lowered his head so that if either of them moved there lips would touch. " This is far to close and this…" he gentle pressed his lips to hers for a brief second, " is more than to close."

Her wide eyes starred right back. He read a series of emotions. He knew he had told her the ball was in her court but he did not want to stay hanging anymore. He needed to know where they stood before they went rushing into battle.

" Tell me something Ami, when I look into your eyes I see something. I see the chance for me to fall in love with you again. Correction…I am in love with you again. Please Ami," his voice was almost begging. " Do you love me?"

Ami found her throat had simply closed with all the emotions that threatened to spill over. Ami simply smiled and pulled his head down and kissed him with all the pent up emotion that she had felt inside.

Ami felt her knees go weak and the only thing that held her up was arm around her waist. After running out of air -because it was the only thing that made her pull back- Ami ran a hand down his face and smiled. " I love you Zavier."

Zavier sighed and smiled back. After four thousand years he let the

words slip threw his lips with a sigh. "And I love you Ami."

~*~

Makoto punched into the bag with the full force of her body and then followed it with the nasty right hook she was known for. Her left foot came in quick session as she practiced the combinations that her past life had given her.

Of course no one knew that little detail just yet…that she had restored almost all of the memories of Juno. It was best to let some people think she was clueless...one of them being Nathan.

Nathan, that name did many things to her heart and caused her heart to beat in rapid tune. Not that she minded…she had been looking for someone after her last boy friend. No the whole male/female concept was not what bothered her. It was this time, she was pretty sure it was going to last.

Not it was one thing to go around and flirt with guys, and know nothing was going to come of it. For one reason she was taller than most men were, and eye-to-eye with the rest of them.

But Nathan on the other hand was taller, stronger, and a match for her in everything she did. Where she was not strong enough, he was there to lend a hand. (Although it was very rare to have happen.)

On the mat for hand-to-hand he was stronger and she was faster. They evened themselves out. Where she was hopeless with a blade he had all but taken her head off. Of course she had beaned him well with her 'tree limb' as he called it.

Everything about the man was perfect. From the way he smelled -a pure male smell that was wonderful- to his sparkling brown eyes. No Makoto had absolutely not a problem falling back in love. For technically he WAS her old boyfriend.

So all she had to do was walk up to him and tell him what she felt. Oh yes what an EASY manner. For once Makoto was absolutely terrified. She wanted to get to known Nathan in this lifetime. Know his likes and dislikes…cook for him.

But for once the unstoppable Makoto was left in the dark. Did he feel the same? Logic said he did but Makoto had always needed feelings not books.

Makoto leaned into the punching bag and forced back tears. Maybe soon she would have the courage to tell him that she loved him. Until then it was a secret between her and the punching bag.

"I love you Nathan." It was so soft that only the mouse should have heard it. The shadow that had been approaching stopped dead and moved backwards.