Hooray! Chapter Two! Go me!
Alot of people belong to me in this chapter. You can tell who they are!
Gundam Wing, pieces of the Moulin Rouge movie, and Sailor Moon are not mine.
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The Forgotten Pilot: Kino Makoto
Chapter Two
"The Deal"
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"... Red Windmill... Red Windmill..."
Sogran typed furiously on a laptop computer. Suddenly, he heard two pairs of feet outside his office. Sogran got up to curse the people out but decided against it when he heard what they were talking about.
"... Hey Pierre, you're French. What does Moulin Rouge stand for?"
"...Red Windmill..."
Sogran eyes lit up. His heart beat with excitement. He went back to his desk and began typing on his laptop. Sure enough, a webpage containing info about the Moulin Rouge popped up. Sogran gasped when he read the info about it.
She resides here?!, thought Sogran.My God, what's wrong with all these ex-soldiers? They end up in the weirdest places.
After a little reading, Sogran left his office and walked to his secretary's desk. "Anne?"
The secretary looked up from her paperwork. "Yes?"
"Anne, book me for the next flight... to France."
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"...We frolicked by the ocean at sunset
A warm summer night's dream
My heart danced with first love
loved you more every time I saw you
Seasons went by with sparkle and laughter
Always believing we would never change
My love, the talks of our future
Ah... to think I'd look back at them
As longing memories
What do you dream about in that distant town
I ask the blue sky as I open the window
My love, you may be in love with someone else
Somewhere
Ah... but please think of me sometimes
In a corner of your heart
My love, talks of our future always so bright
Ah... keep shining as you are forever for me..."
The sweet voice of a young girl filled the auditorium. The audience clapped with delight. The curtains went down after a few minutes.
"Oh Mako-chan, you were simply beautiful!" said a man by the name of Harry Barton.
Harry Barton was the mastermind behind the Moulin Rouge. He was actually Dekim Barton's younger brother. He had put money into Operation Meteor in the past, but stopped. The reason was unknown.
"Makoto, can I speak to you later on?" asked Harry.
The young prostitute known as Kino Makoto smiled. "Sure."
----Six hours laer----
Makoto was in her room, relaxing after a hard day's work, when somebody knocked on her door. Makoto got up from her bed and opened the door. Harry stepped in.
"Harry! I was expecting you!" crooned Makoto.
"I'm going to tell you something important, Sugar Dumpling," said Harry.
Makoto blushed. She always did when Harry called her by one of his nicknames.
"What is it, Harry?" asked Makoto.
"A young gentleman who is known as 'Commander Sogran' has requested that he meet you privately," explained Harry.
Makoto grinned. "Oh really?"
Harry nodded.
Makoto strutted over to her dresser. "What do you think I should wear?"
"Something... red and romantic," suggested Harry.
Makoto held up a red bra-like top with a matching miniskirt. "How about this?" inquired Makoto.
"It's wonderful," said Harry, and he left the room.
----Later on that night----
Sogran looked up at the giant building that resembled a working windmill. Then he looked forward and walked toward it.
What a place it was! Provocative music played loudly from hidden speakers. Scantily-clothed women filled the area, receiving money and other things from various men.
Sogran felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a beautiful girl looking no older than 16. She had long blonde hair held up in a red bow. Her big, cornflower blue eyes showed growing signs of lust.
"Hey baby, want a date? Since you're a newcomer, I'll go easy on ya... 100 francs an hour." (AN: The franc is the French unit of money.)
"Aren't you too young to be doing this?" asked Sogran snobbishly. He turned around and walked away, leaving the young slut speechless.
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"Makoto! You're on!" cried Harry as he banged on Makoto's door.
"Okay!" answered Makoto.
Makoto ran outside in the red bra top and red miniskirt from earlier. She also wore red high heels with a matching rose anklet and garter, along with black fishnet tights.
Makoto strutted to the highest floor in the Moulin Rouge, the room where the "Rose Swing" was located. (Harry had had that swing made for Makoto, and only she could sit on it.) Makoto sat on the swing and whispered, "I'm ready.''
The swing was lowered, and Makoto began singing another one of her signature songs.
"Two of us in the dream
surrounded by the stars
We weren't shy
When we were friends
But there was a moment
When I felt you were the only one."
Sogran had a special seat in the balcony, and he could see the young woman perfectly. He immediatly took a liking to her.
"I am beautiful only for you
Love has the power to change
I close my eyes and hold myself
How can I share with you the beating of my heart?"
The customers and hooker were dancing on the ground floor. Sogran's eyes were glued on The Beautiful Rose.
"On the way home
I wave my hand cheerfully
Because I don't want to say goodbye
I show you my smile."
Makoto then stood up on the swing, and started moving erotically on it.
"Two of us in the dream
I come close to you
And deliver my love to you
I believe something nice will happen tommorrow
Love has the power to change
I close my eyes and hold myself
How can I share with you the beating of my heart?"
The swing began rising. Makoto blew kisses to the audience as she disappeared into the ceiling. Sogran was still hypnotized by her.
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Knock, knock.
"Who is it?" called out Makoto. She fixed the pillows on her bed and threw herself down on it.
"Harry," replied the the person behind the door.
Makoto sat upright. "It's open!"
Harry came in, followed by a tall handsome blonde man. "Makoto, this is Sogran."
Makoto looked into Sogran's eyes and saw a rich, powerful man. This made her a bit uneasy, but happy none the less.
"I'll leave you two alone now. Have a good time," cooed Harry as he left the room and closed the door behind him.
The minute Harry left, Makoto decided to strike up a little conversation. She said, "Let's get in on."
Sogran's answer suprised her. "I'm not here for the sex."
"Then why are you here?" asked Makoto.
"I've come to make a proposal," began Sogran.
"Oh really?" said Makoto.
"It is true that you worked for Oz, correct?" asked Sogran.
Makoto looked at him with horror and amazement etched in her eyes. "How did you know that?!"
"You were presumed dead after your Mobile Suit crashed into the Atlantic Ocean near here," added Sogran, ignoring her question.
"That's right!" cried Makoto, astonished. "But why are you bringing this up?"
"Because I plan to do what neither Treize Khushrenada nor Milliardo Peacecraft could do. You see, I've rebuilt White Fang, and I am trying to get the Gundam Pilots's gundams. And with the gundams behind me, I can seize control of all the Earth Sphere!" exclaimed Sogran. "And with your help, I can make this vision come true!"
"So what are you saying? That I get the Gundams for you? I'm a dream come true for men, not a miracle."
"Not all the gundams. You need only get one. The other pilots are being taken care of."
"Oh."
Makoto walked to her window and looked outside. "What's in it for me?"
"What's your dream?"
"My dream...?"
Sogran nodded.
"My dream... is to find a man who loves me for my personality and not my body," whispered Makoto in a sad voice.
"The majority of my soldiers are men. I promise that you will find an honest lover amongst them."
Makoto gasped slightly and blushed.
"So do we have a deal?" asked Sogran.
Makoto thought about the Moulin Rouge, knocking boots with different men, and the other girls and Harry, who she considered family.
"Yes," said Makoto. "It's... a deal."