After leaving the temple, Mako went straight over to Ami's apartment, fighting back tears along the way. When she got close to it, she could hear loud music emanating from Ami's apartment. The door was vibrating, she could feel the bass of it in her chest, but she couldn't understand a word that was being sang… if you could call that singing.
She got up to the door and knocked on it, almost injuring her hand from the vibration. There was no answer so she knocked harder, skinning her knuckles this time. There was still no answer and the thought to break down the door became a serious idea in Mako's mind, but she decided against it, trying the handle before leaving.
After realizing it was unlocked, she opened the door and immediately got blasted by more heavy metal music. Ami was in the middle of the living room, in the same outfit as the night before, head banging to the "music" and apparently didn't notice Mako's entrance.
Mako tried yelling over the noise. "AMI!" she couldn't even hear herself, so she walked over to the stereo and jerked the power cord out of the wall.
"What the fuck?!" Ami noticed Mako standing next to the stereo, holding the cord. "What are you doing here? And why did you do that."
"First off, I'm here because I want answers. Second off, I did this," holds up the plug, "because you couldn't hear me over that crap and I refuse to compete with it."
She took the cord out of Mako's hand and plugged it back in, their ears getting blasted again, but Ami turned off the radio and went to sit down on the sofa, closely followed by Mako who stayed standing. "Answers about what?"
Mako blinked a few times, then raised a brow and looked at Ami like she was an escapee from the mental ward. "What do you mean 'about what'?" She made over exaggerated gestures to the outfit. "Shouldn't it be obvious?!"
Ami shrugged off Mako's comment. "So I've changed a little."
Mako gave off a startled look, then recovers quickly. "You call this a little? I don't think I've ever seen you in a stitch of leather," she tapped at Ami's spiked collar, "and a collar!"
"So I like spikes. Is it such a big deal?"
Mako looked at Ami as if she had three heads, then sighed softly. "What is it with this sudden change of personality and dress?" She sat down next to Ami on the sofa. "It is a big deal. You're like a completely different person." She looked down at her lap sadly and muttered softly to herself. "One that I don't know."
Ami finally got hit with a ton of bricks and looked at Mako, who seemed as if tears were about to spew forth. She took Mako's hand from her lap and held it in both hands. "I never thought that it would hurt you like this. The truth of the matter is, I got to the point that I was unhappy with who I was. All I did was study and fight all the time. I never truly had time to myself, or time for fun. I'm so sorry."
Mako didn't say a word at first, but then spoke softly. "Why did you call me 'player' earlier?"
"Aww sweetheart, I'm so sorry that must've hurt." she leaned over and gently kissed the corner of Mako's lips. "I dunno what came over me." She stared at Mako with a contrite expression. "Forgive me?"
Mako grined slightly from the kiss, but said nothing.
"I tell you what. To make it up to you, how about we go on a date tomorrow night. It's Friday and we're not having a study session. I'll pay."
Mako looked up and into Ami's eyes, a smile spreading across her face. "Okay. But you don't have to pay."
"No. This is my apology. I'm paying."
Mako's face lit up. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."
AN:
You get to thank my writing coach, ImmeBlue, and being doped up on four advil for this chapter. You should read some of Imme-chan's stuff… she's another good Mako/Ami writter. I always enjoy her stuff.