Chapter three introduces a new character! I'll give you a hint: she has blonde hair, blue eyes, and is kind of dumb.

Gundam Wing and Sailor Moon are not my creations.

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The Forgotten Pilot: Kino Makoto

Chapter Three:

"Au Revoir"

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"Good choice," said Sogran, smiling.

Makoto looked down at the ground. She suddenly didn't feel very well.

"I'll give you one day to pack up your stuff so we could leave. Understand?" said Sogran.

"... H-hai," whispered Makoto.

Sogran leaned over and kissed Makoto passionately on the lips.

"Good night, Makoto. I'll come by tommorrow at 9:00 to get you," said Sogran as he bowed and left the room.

After Sogran walked out of her quarters, Makoto cried out and threw herself on the bed. She buried her face into her pillow and slowly began to sob. As the choked cries racked her body, Makoto thought of her new life. There wasn't much she could really think about, since the only life she really was familiar with and enjoyed the most was the life she led at the Moulin Rouge. The idea of being with so many men didn't scare her, since she knew how men like to be treated. It must be the guilt; Harry would probably never speak or look at her again.

After a good, long cry, Makoto sat up and wiped her face with a cloth. She got off her bed and left her room.

This is going to be harder than giving an old man head, thought Makoto as she entered The Red Room.

The Red Room was a little lounge for the "employees" of the Moulin Rouge. It was basically a large, open room full of armchairs, bean bags, ottomans, and sofas. Nobody had a designated seat, but Makoto sat in only one chair: a giant throne-like seat made out of oak and encrusted with gold. Nobody dared to sit in that seat, not even Harry himself.

Makoto plopped herself down on her throne and looked around for someone to talk to. Nobody was found.

Seeing that the room was totally empty, Makoto laid her head on the side of the chair and began to cry. She just couldn't hold the tears back.

Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder and a voice ask her, "What's wrong?"

Makoto whirled around and stared into a pair of sympathetic blue eyes.

With tear-blurred vision, Makoto reached up and touched the other person's face. "Minako?" said Makoto, "Is that you?"

Aino Minako, Makoto's best friend and fellow courtesan, touched the brunettes hand softly. "Yeah, it's me."

"Oh Minako-chan," whispered Makoto. "I've made a bad decision."

"I told you to read your horoscope," scolded Minako in a playful way. "It said that 'a poor decision will cost you your friends.'"

Makoto, being a skeptic of astrology, sighed and wiped a tear away. Minako noticed this.

"Really Makoto," cooed Minako. "What's wrong?"

Makoto proceeded to telling Minako about Sogran and his offer.

"That bastard..." said Minako.

"What? Did he ask you the same thing too?" asked Makoto.

"No. He asked me if I was too young for hooking," growled Minako as she clenched her fists. Makoto stifled a giggle. Minako pinched Makoto's arm. It's not funny!"

"But the way you said it is," chuckled Makoto.

"Well, anyways... are you really going to leave?"

Makoto nodded. "Yes. I promised him, and Kino Makoto never breaks promises."

Minako, not knowing what to say, just took Makoto's hand, and squeezed it tightly.

"Well, even if you really leave, I know that you will do well," said Minako in a comforting tone. "And I want you to know that I will always be your friend, even if we're a thousand miles apart, even if one of us is dead."

Makoto gasped. "Don't say that, Minako!"

"You'll hear a lot worse," said Minako as she pulled Makoto into one last loving embrace. "Bye Makoto. I'll miss you."

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Makoto left The Red Room and walked over to Harry's office. She knocked lightly on the door.

Harry flung it open. "Hello!"

Makoto jumped back, startled. "Um, hi Harry."

Harry took one glance at Makoto's sad face and knew that something was up.

"What's troubling you, honey-child?" cooed Harry.

"Harry... I'm sorry to tell you this, but... I'm leaving the Moulin Rouge," said Makoto.

Harry blinked. "What?"

"I've decided to leave the Moulin Rouge," repeated Makoto.

Harry touched Makoto's forehead. "Are you ill, my love? You're saying the craziest things."

"No Harry," protested Makoto. "I'm well."

Harry put both of his hands in front of him and began to shake them. "But why, Makoto? You've had better treatment than the other girls combined! Oh, where did I go wrong?!"

Harry began to pace back and forth. He also shook his head in disappointment and worry.

"Don't take it personally, dear Harry," said Makoto. "I've only decided to expand my horizons, and that's why I'm leaving." She took Harry's hands into hers. "I promise to come back and visit."

"You promise?" whispered Harry. "Promise," repeated Makoto.

She gave him one last kiss on the cheek. "Bye Harry. I'll see you around."

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Makoto woke up at 7:30 in the morning, before everybody else. She had one last breakfast by herself and packed her stuff into her one suitcase.

At 8:59 on the dot Sogran was honking the horn to tell Makoto that he was waiting for her. She hurried down the stairs and got into the car to see a beaming Sogran.

"Good morning, Makoto. Are you ready to go?"

Makoto took one last glance at the Moulin Rouge, her home for more than five years.

"Yes, I'm ready."

So she got comfortable in the car and they both drove away from the past and into the future.