Explanation: Alright so I originally discontinued this story due to lack of interest on my part but have decided to revise it since I keep getting bothered by a certain person to update it when I clearly stated that I was finished with this fic...Special is lucky I'm so nice lol. Anywho, I like to keep my first fics up so that people can look at them when they're bored and compare them to the newer not discontinued ones and see if I've improved or not. So this first chapter is my original posting of this story from YEARS ago and the next chapter is a slightly altered revision of this chapter. So if one was to skip this chapter all together, its completely fine because the next chapter is the premise of the revised direction! So...that's all for now, thanks for reading :)

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Makoto was sprinting and out of breath. She was once again going to get home passed her curfew and that meant she was going to get an earful from her new parents. They had already thought her to be an immodest mischievous troublemaker that had been lead from the "right path," and the fact that she was getting home late just gave more proof to their assumptions. Makoto had once tried to convince that she was a good kid, but they just wouldn't believe her. Whenever she tried to protest against their somewhat hurtful assumptions of her personality she just ended up losing her temper. One time she even went as far as getting in a fist fight with her adoptive father.

He had slapped her because she was quote on quote "being disrespectful by talking back to her elders", this action had been a mistake for Makoto's natural instinct was to fight back. She was furious and didn't realize what she was doing until he pulled out his gun and pointed it towards her. He was a general and well respected because of his killer aim. He had never missed a target in his life.

She was horrified with what she had did and was surprised that he didn't send her to jail or something for her violent actions. Instead he had just kept as far away from her as he could. She could tell that he wanted to beat her to a pulp for what she did but his wife held him back. His wife was the soul reason why Makoto had never been bruised or harmed in ways too painful for her to describe. Despite the fact that Makoto's "mother" hadn't liked her anymore than her husband did, she still appreciated having her near by as a "decoy." Her adoptive parents just didn't like her much and they never really showed any signs of them trying to like her. Nonetheless she still strived to listen to them so that she wouldn't have to get scolded, yelled at, or accidentally lose her temper again.

Lately though, she had been doing quite well when it came to abiding by the rules. All except one which, to her luck, happened to be the most important rule of all: her curfew.

Makoto could finally see her house and to her luck the lights inside the house were off. Quietly she turned the knob of the front door and slowly pushed the door open. With the same quietness she closed the door and began to creep through the darkness towards her room.

Makoto flinched as the silence was broken.

"Well, what do we have here?" said a cold voice from the kitchen. "A burglar! Shall I shoot you or call the cops?"

Makoto stood up straight and kept her eyes away from the man as she remained silent. Now days Makoto used silence as her defense.

"Well," continued the man with his same cold voice.

Once again Makoto remained silent and did not move a muscle. She heard him click off the safety on the gun before he spoke with a more demanding voice that was made to chill the dead.

"When I ask you a question you answer. Why are you getting back so late?" he managed to say through gritted teeth.

"I lost track of time," replied Makoto lamely while silently cursing herself for her lack of imagination. She never was good at lying.

The man in the kitchen was slowly losing his temper and Makoto could feel his tension towards her and instinctively clenched her fist as if to ready herself for a sudden attack from a nearby predator.

"Can I go to bed now?" asked Makoto finally breaking the silence.

The man growled and began to speak.

"If you think your gonna get off easy then you've-"

"Wei? Wei, did she come back?" came a soft voice from behind the man. It was a lady with dark black silky hair that ran to her mid back. Her eyes were a dark green and were red with sleep.

"Yes, she did," replied the man with his eyes boring into Makoto. Makoto turned to meet his gaze and matched the cold stare as if she was challenging him. Suddenly she realized what she was doing and quickly looked away from his dark black irises.

"Well then why are you keeping her up? If she doesn't get enough sleep then she'll have bags under her eyes and that won't be good if any of the neighbors see her that way. They'll think that we're using her as a slave," said the woman.

Wei looked back at his wife and hesitated. He was obviously ticked at what he was requested to do.

"Go to bed," said Wei harshly. He did not look Makoto in the face for he knew that his anger would've been rekindled so she nodded towards them and sprinted to her room.

She slammed her door shut and collapsed on her bed where there were letters and notes addressed to her. She opened the first letter from Usagi and read it.

Hi Mako-chan!

How are you? I'm doing great! It's strange not having you around. Lately it has only been me and Mina that have been actually talking and keeping in touch. Ami is always busy with her study and Rei is always inside the temple doing work. It's weird now. There's nothing to talk about. Ever since we stopped fighting-

Stopped fighting? Thought Makoto incredulously. Why have they stopped fighting? The negaverse isn't gone yet!

Different thoughts of confusion came crashing into Makoto's mind that it gave her a headache. Tonight was hectic and Makoto didn't appreciate it much. First it was the whole breaking of curfew and now this.

Usagi's letter lied motionless on the bed where Makoto had thrown it. She did not finish reading the letter because she was too confused to read it. Instead she just shoved all of her mail off the bed and did not read the note that was left by her adoptive mother.

The note was one of importance and Makoto overlooked it. She just went to bed with a flood of confusion in her head and hoped tomorrow wouldn't be too strenuous; but of course it would prove otherwise.

Makoto grudgingly made her way down the stairs to find that her adoptive parents were nowhere in sight.

"Thank goodness they're gone," mumbled Makoto to herself.

She went to the fridge and pulled out some eggs and bacon and began to cook her break fast. As she walked towards the bread box for toast she discovered that there was an unheard message on the answering machine. Instinctively she pushed the button and listened to the message.

Hi, this is Kara. I was just calling to see what time the welcome back party was. I would hate to miss it! I mean it has been so long since I've seen that little rascal. He must be handsome now! I'm so excited! My daughter can't wait to catch a glimpse of him. She's been going crazy this past week. You know I heard this rumor that you were going to house some of his friends too. If that's true and you don't have enough room in your house then I'll be happy to house some of them too. Besides I doubt that my little Brittany would mind a boy her age living with us. Anyways give me a call when you get this message and have a nice day. Bye!

"Wrong number," said Makoto as she pressed the delete button on the answering machine.

Groggily, she made her toast and ate her breakfast. It was 8:30 and she had nothing to do. Of course had she had any friends then she would've been phoning them, but her friends were far away and wouldn't be able to hang out. With a sigh she collapsed on a couch in the front room and fell asleep.

"Makoto, you're in grave danger."

"What?" said Makoto questioningly.

"You mustn't fight again or..."

"Or what?" said Makoto with a look of suspicion. Was this guy trying to get her to stop fighting so the negaverse could take over? Was he an enemy?

"It doesn't matter," said the voice. "What's important is that you not fight again."

"Not fight again?" said Makoto incredulously. "Are you trying to trick me?"

"No, Makoto. I'm trying to save you," said the voice. It was calmer now and held a sense of peace in it.

"Who are you?" asked Makoto. She was not ready to let her guard down and was certainly not going to be so trusting.

"She's a sneaky, evil witch!" cried a new voice that scratched the ears of anyone who heard him. He cackled at his remark and came into Makoto's view. He was a thick, tall and ugly creature. His face resembled a deformed alligator and long scars ran across his face. The lighting was so poor that Makoto's only thing that she saw clearly was his head.

"I'm sorry but your time is up now," said the horrid creature. Instead of looking at Makoto he seemed to be looking at something behind her. Before Makoto could turn to see who was there the monster leapt over Makoto and began to attack the supposed figure behind her. With his teeth he dug holes into the skin and Makoto could see the blood on the sharp edges of his teeth.

"Stop!" cried Makoto in desperation. She transformed and threw a ball of lightning towards him and it smashed full force into his face. A loud scream of agony filled the darkness and Makoto felt around in the darkness for the figure on the floor. Her hands soon came over a lump and she gently touched the figure.

"Are you okay?" asked Sailor Jupiter.

"No, Mako, don't. Don't transform anymore," said the figure. "Please don't fight." The voice was thin and weak with a hint of pain.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," snickered the monster that had previously been shot down by a thunder ball. With a smirk he pounced on Makoto and managed to scratch her collar bone. Makoto flinched at the sting of pain that rushed through her. She then summoned another attack and it surrounded Makoto's fist. With a hard punch she sent the monster flying.

Suddenly an arm viciously grabbed her shoulder and jerked her to the side. She looked to see the new comer, but there was no one there. Once again she felt the hand on her shoulder and suddenly woke up to come face to face with an unknown face.

"Are you okay? You look pale," said the shy timid girl. She wore thick rimmed glasses that magnified her big blue eyes. Her hair was black with blond highlights and went to her mid back. She had a pair of blue jeans on with a baggy white tee-shirt that she tucked in. She wasn't exactly an eye catcher.

"Y-yeah," stammered Makoto. "I'll be fine. Who are you?"

"I'm Lilly and I live across the street from you. You're mother sent me inside to get you. She wants to know if you did what she asked," said Lilly informatively.

"What did she ask me to do?" asked Makoto clearly confused at what her adoptive mother meant.

"I don't know," replied Lilly with a shrug. "She just told me to ask you."

"Oh great," muttered Makoto. "Where is she?"

"In the back yard," answered Lilly. "Mr. Chang looked really upset when he got back. He had to go for a drive to cool himself down."

"I bet it was because of me," mumbled Makoto to herself.

"What was that?" asked Lilly.

"Oh nothing, I was just talking to myself," responded Makoto.

"oh, okay."

Makoto moved slowly towards the screen door and was flustered with questions by her hasty mother.

"Did you do what I asked you to do?" she asked with wide eyes.

"You never told me to do anything," replied Makoto coolly.

"Yes I did. The note," said the mother as if it would strike a memory in Makoto's mind that she had indeed asked her to do something.

"What note?" asked Makoto. It seemed that lately everything seemed to be confusing her and she really didn't think it was very funny.

"Please tell me you're kidding," said the mother with pleading eyes. "I left a note on your bed last night."

Makoto then remembered the pile of mail lying on her bed and then she remembered when she shoved all of the papers off so that she could rest.

"I didn't read it," replied Makoto slowly.

"But you were supposed to call the caterer and ask them to make a cake! You were supposed to get the bakery over here so that they could cater our welcome home party!" Makoto's mother was becoming a nervous wreck as tears began to form.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't know," said Makoto apologetically but it was too late. Her mother had already started bursting into tears. The neighbor ladies that were currently occupying the back yard quickly came towards her and started to console her.

Makoto watched quietly as her adoptive mother was sobbing and murmuring in between every tear. She then observed the back yard and saw all of the decorations that had been put up. There was a small jumper being set up and the pool in the back yard had just received a new water slide. The walls were littered with pastry colored streamers and balloons were tied here and there. A feeling of guilt washed through her as she watched. Finally, when she couldn't take it anymore she turned to leave and left a message with Lilly.

"When she calms down tell her that I'll be back soon and not to worry," said Makoto.

Lilly was on the verge of protesting but Makoto had already left before she could say a word. Hurriedly Makoto got into her truck and started to drive to the grocery store. When she got there she practically grabbed everything in sight. As she reached the cash register she had to get help because she had two carts packed with groceries. Once she loaded her car she quickly drove to her school and was relieved to see her favorite teacher.

"Mrs. H," said Makoto.

"Makoto! What a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I was wondering if I could use the kitchen for a while because the one at my house is too small," she lied. "Do you think that'll be okay?"

"Why of course! I don't mind letting you in," she responded happily. "Matter of fact, I was going to do some work in there myself and it would be wonderful having company."

"Thanks," said Makoto. Swiftly she unloaded her truck and her and Mrs. H soon started to get cooking.

"What do you mean she's going to be back soon? Why didn't you stop her?" Wei's face was red with anger as he heard that Makoto had left on an important day. "She didn't even do what we asked her to!"

"Now, now, Wei," said his wife in an attempt to calm him. "Lets not lose our temper."

"She has been nothing but a problem! When she gets back I'll be sure to teach her a lesson that she'll never forget!" said Wei angrily.

"Wei!" said his wife in a shocked voice. "You can't mean that! You shouldn't even think it! To harm a girl! It's unbearable!"

"Thalia, she is a problem that needs to be solved," said Wei.

"Yes, I know," replied Thalia. "But from now on it will be me that is responsible for punishing her because I doubt that you'll be able to keep your patience with her."

"Thalia she might fight you! Remember what she did last time?" said Wei.

"Yes, I do," replied Thalia quietly. "But we don't need to worry about this now. We have guests waiting down stairs and our son is finally home. Today should be a happy one and I will not let Makoto ruin it. So lets go down stairs and forget about her for once."

Wei slowly nodded and the two made their way to the back yard where they had last left their guests. Fake smiles crossed their faces as they greeted all of their friends and neighbors.

"So, Wu-Man, is your boyfriend here?" asked Duo jokingly. Wu-Fei growled at his comment but did not cause a scene by chasing the braided baka as he usually did; and at this Duo was disappointed.

"Man, Wu-Man are you always this boring when your at home?" asked Duo.

"Duo, let it be," intervened Quatre. "We don't need you to get Wu- Fei mad in front of his parents."

"Oh alright," said Duo in defeat. With a sigh Duo put his arms on top of his head and winked at a girl that had been staring at him for a while. With a blush she turned away and began to giggle with her friends as they kept glancing at him and his friends.

"Stupid onnas," muttered Wu-Fei. "I'd die if I had to live with one."

"What would you do then if you had a little sister?" asked Duo curiously.

"I'd kill myself," replied Wu-Fei.

"Wu-Fei, your parents are back," said Trowa quietly.

At this knowledge, Wu-Fei turned to see his parents with their feigned smiles and began to wonder what was wrong. Suddenly there was a loud annoying voice that filled his ears and he averted his gaze on the stage to see a lady standing there.

"Hello everybody, I'm Mrs. Haruna from the local high school and I teach home economics. I have heard that there was a returning soldier here today and I would like to present a cake in his honor."

The back yard boomed with cheers of excitement and Thalia held an expression of confusion. Through a gate there came a humungous layered cake that was nicely decorated. Inscribed in the cake was a welcome back greeting and the audience stared in awe.

"Do you think I could get a cake like that for myself?" asked Duo as drool became to form at the edge of his mouth.

Normally Duo would get a smack in the head or some comment from his friends but they all just stared at the cake in awe. Finally the trance was broken as Mrs. Haruna began giving out slices of cake.

After a while someone else took the duty of cutting the cake and Mrs. Haruna was confronted by a confused Thalia.

"Hello Mrs. Chang. How are you today?" asked Mrs. Haruna politely.

"I'm fine, thank you," replied Thalia. "Umm, my husband and I were wondering-"

"What I was doing here?" finished Mrs. Haruna. "Well I just heard gossip about you having a son coming home so I brought over a cake," lied Mrs. Haruna. In reality it was Makoto that had made the marvelous cake, but Makoto made Mrs. Haruna promise that she wouldn't tell anyone about it.

"Well, I really appreciate it. I mean we hadn't been able to get a caterer because we forgot, so we told everyone that there wouldn't be any food of any sort," said Thalia. "But that cake is wonderful! It's so big! I had no idea that the high school had such a talented culinary arts teacher."

Mrs. Haruna laughed nervously and pretended to look shocked as she looked at her watch for the time.

"What's wrong?" asked Thalia.

"My husband is waiting for me at home and I completely forgot that he had a meeting so I have to get home so I can watch the baby. So I'll see you around Mrs. Chang." With that said Mrs. Haruna left.

It was 10:30 PM and Makoto was nowhere in sight. By this time the party was over and Wu-Fei, Duo, Quatre, Trowa, and Heero were all situated in their rooms. They all weren't tired so they decided to hang out in the living room.

At 11:00 PM Wu-Fei's father was pacing around the room in anger as Thalia sat worriedly in a chair watching her husband.

I hope he doesn't lose his temper thought Thalia as she sat there quietly.

Wu-Fei was disturbed at the fact that his father was pacing and did not know if he should ask him what was bothering him. The living room was filled with an awkward silence and only the rain outside disturbed the silence. Suddenly Wei couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Why isn't she back yet?" he yelled.

Thalia jumped at his outburst and the 5 boys remained motionless.

"Who?" asked Wu-Fei with an arched eyebrow.

"That no good girl's gonna-"

"Wei, calm down," interrupted Thalia. "Remember, I said that I would take care of her."

"She had the nerve to miss the homecoming of her brother and now she has the nerve to pass curfew!" he yelled in rage.

"Brother?" said Wu-Fei. "You mean, I have a..." he did not dare to say it. instead he let the sentence drift off and looked at his mother who nodded her head slowly to confirm his assumption.

"Wei, I can handle her," said Thalia quietly.

"Fine!" he retorted. "Do what you want with the girl! I'm going to bed!"

Wei made his way to his room and there was loud thumping that could be heard as he stomped up the stairs. Wu-Fei did not know what to think. Matter of fact he didn't even know what to do. How in the world had he gotten put in a situation like this?

"I'm going to bed," he said decidedly.

His mother shook her head and he left. Following this, Duo, Trowa, and Heero retreated to their rooms as well. Quatre on the other hand did not like to leave people alone so he stayed up with Thalia and tried to make a conversation.

Eventually the clock ticked past 1:00 AM to 1:30, then to 2:15 and Thalia fell asleep as did Quatre. At 4:00 AM Makoto walked into the house. She was soaked from head to toe and her eyes were distant and seemed to have no life in them. She stumbled across the floor to the stairs and clasped onto the railing to support herself. Her other hand covered her collarbone where there was a long gash that bleed nonstop. She struggled to reach the top of the stairs and froze when she heard a distant sound of typing that was coming from one of the rooms that were next to hers.

She could then hear murmuring coming from the same direction. She wiped the sweat off her face and began to become dizzy. She closed her eyes and tried hard to blink away the dizziness but it didn't help much. As quietly as she could she walked towards her room and placed her hand on the doorknob. She gently turned it and staggered into her room.

She made her way towards her dresser and looked at herself in the mirror. The cut on her collarbone was deep and the blood was seeping into her shirt. It was the cut that she had gotten in her dream and she hadn't realized it there until she left the school. She went somewhere quiet to think about her dream and couldn't remember it completely. So she gave up and started to head back.

She had intended on getting home sooner but was stopped by a gang. They hadn't really hurt her much but the fight that she had to put up made her fatigue. Then, when she wasn't looking, one of the guys hurt her in the shoulder with a club and the wound on her collarbone began to get worse. This action had caused her to get even angrier. For a moment as she fought she felt this strange feeling come through her. It was a scary feeling that she had never felt before, but nonetheless it felt good.

She no longer felt the pain in her shoulder and her blows all of a sudden became harder. Her reactions were quick and nothing got past her. Finally she finished off the thugs and she collapsed in pain. That strange feeling was no longer there. It was almost as if Makoto and another force were trying to become one, and their only way of meeting was through fighting. She longed to feel that surge again but was too weak.

On her dresser there was a first aid kit that had been given to her by Ami. Hastily she opened it and began to clean her wound. It hurt when she put the peroxide on it and was about to hiss in pain, but she bit her tongue. There were still clicking noises coming from the room next to hers and the shower from the bathroom across the hall had begun to roar.

When she bandaged up her wound, she went and found a change of clothes. In an instant she collapsed on her bed and let sleep overcome her.

Thalia awoke with a start from her nightmare. Makoto was in it again and she was being tortured in Thalia's nightmare. It was a recurring dream that always came when Makoto was passed her curfew. A tear rolled down her face as she shivered from an invisible chill. She jumped on her feet and ran up the stairs. She could feel wet spots on the floor as she ran up and saw a spot of wetness in front of the door that lead to Makoto's room. Cautiously she opened the door to see Makoto's figure lying on the bed asleep.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she moved towards Makoto's bed. What would you do if you knew the truth? What would Wei do if he knew the truth? Maybe I wouldn't have to pretend that you're a hassle. Would you understand or would you hate me? Thought Thalia as she ran her hand gently across Makoto's cheek. Funny how he would adopt you of all people. I was shocked to see you so grown up that I almost didn't want to recognize you. Thalia leaned over and gave Makoto a kiss on the cheek as she spotted the wet pile of clothes that were lying on the floor.

She went over and picked them and was oblivious of the blood stains on the shirt. She looked once again at Makoto and smiled softly as she was reminded of a young man that she had fell in love with long ago. Then quietly she exited the room.

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Was that okay? Did you like it? Please tell me. I know it's kind of boring and stuff but I'll try to make it more interesting in the next chapters or maybe I can just revise this. Anyways please R&R.

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