Storms Forgotten

The sun rose that morning and a ray of sunshine was able to find its way through the dark curtains hung across the windows of the hotel and land right across Makoto's face. That same light had the nerve to wake her from the enjoyable dream she was having about making love to Ami on the roof of the school. As Makoto shifted to her side she reached out and pulled Ami closer into her. She buried her nose into Ami's hair and smelled in the deep fragrance of cigarette smoke!

Makoto awoke with a jerk. The woman she was cradling in her arms was not Ami. Makoto let go of the girl and sat up in the bed. The girl shifted and fell back to sleep. Makoto looked at the girl with disgust. She through her feet over the edge of the bed so that she was sitting with her back turned away from the girl. Makoto rubbed her head trying to remember last night.

She had just finished another job for the agency and was feeling a little depressed afterwards. It happened every now and then. For fifty years, her life had centered on death and money and that could get anyone down. Makoto remember stopping in a bar for a drink, but she couldn't remember the girl's name or even where they had met.

"Oh fuck it." Makoto sighed as she stood. If the girl's name was important, she would remember it, maybe. Of course, this wasn't the first time that Makoto had awoken with some strange person in her bed. One of the joys of being a bounty hunter, you were never in one place long enough to get to know someone. Makoto pulled on her underwear and pants as she searched for her bra. She was just about o give up when she saw it hanging from the fan over head. She wasn't even going to ask how it got there. She must have drunk a lot of tequila if she couldn't remember anything from the other night. Makoto stood on her tiptoes and grabbed her bra from off the fan. As she pulled on her shirt and grabbed her shoes from under the bed, she looked at the young girl in the bed one more time. It was a shame, this girl, who she did not know, would wake up expecting a lover and find nothing but an empty bed. Makoto chuckled to herself as she pulled on her shoes. She too had found her self in that same position when she first started her new life. Her first job with the agency she had to sleep with a man before she could kill him, it had been more difficult sleeping with him than anything else about the job. Makoto opened the door quietly and closed it before the girl awoke.

Makoto walked straight out of the hotel and found her black sports car in the drive away. As Makoto started up the engine, she had to laugh. That poor girl not only would wake up alone, but she would be stuck with the bill.

Fifty years ago Makoto had left Tokyo in search of a new life. Unfortunately, that had not been an easy mission. Arriving in America Makoto had stumbled across a man who called himself Robert. He offered Makoto a job as an escort for his company. At the time Makoto knew little English and wasn't sure what an "escort" was, but he had offered to pay quite a lot of money. Robert assured her that she would be in no danger as long as she did what she was told; and so started Makoto's career in the Agency.

Her first assignment as an escort became more than she was ready for. The married millionaire, was suppose to be wined and dined by Makoto and then when they would retire to the suite for the after dinner snack, one of Roberts agents was suppose to kill him and remove the body before the authorities or anyone else arrived. However, that was not what happened.

She remembered receiving a call that the agent had been detained and she would have to finish the mission on her own. Though she had killed a multitude of monsters when she was Sailor Jupiter she had never killed a man before and was not sure if she could. The dinner had gone as planned….

Fifty Years Ago

Makoto sat across from the portly man who was telling her about how much money he had when the cell phone Robert had given her started to ring. Makoto excused herself from the table and entered the Lady's Room where she answered the call.

"Yes Sir?" Makoto asked.

"It appears that there has been a change in plans. The agent that I had assigned to this mission has been detained he will be unable to complete the mission."

"Am I to abort sir?" Makoto asked praying that she would not have to sleep with that man.

"No. continue as planned but when he is asleep kill him." Robert said bluntly. "If you succeed in this I assure you that it will be the last time you will have to escort anyone." A woman walked in to the restroom and looked at Makoto.

Makoto answered Robert. "Yes mom, I'll remember to call you when I get home."

"Good, I'll be waiting when you finish." With that he hung up.

"Goodbye mom." Makoto said as she hung up the phone and replaced it back in her purse. She quickly washed her hands and readjusted her make-up. As she heard the bathroom toilet flush she exited. Makoto reappeared at the table smiling as the older gentleman continued to talk about himself. Makoto truly looked at the man across from her. He was older maybe his late fifty early sixties, fat and bald. He smoked a cigar and laughed like a seagull. Could she sleep with this man that she hardly knew? Probably. Would she really kill him? Most likely. With the idea that she would indeed fulfill her mission Makoto plastered on a smile and laughed with the older man. She would rub her foot up and down his leg and when they left the restaurant and proceeded to the suite in his limousine she would put her hand on his inner thigh and whisper in his ear.

By time they had reached the suite bedroom the millionaire was quite excited and almost ripped her out of the tight fitting dress Makoto was in. As he grabbed her and pulled her close Makoto could feel him hard and ready against her. She remembered him asking her to blow him off first but there was no way that she was going to put that thing in her mouth. Makoto quickly side tracked him as she pushed him on to the bed and straddled him. A part of her brain was screaming at her, but she pushed that voice aside to be dealt with another day. After a bit of foreplay they had moved into a missionary position and he was pumping into her with no regard for her. Makoto really didn't feel good or bad in truth she felt nothing. She faked the orgasm and would tell him that she had never had it as good.

The exertion of sex had tired the old man and he rolled off her after ejaculating and fell asleep almost immediately. Makoto climbed out of the bed and entered the bathroom to clean her self and dress.

She looked into the mirror but couldn't bring herself to think about what she saw in those lost eyes.

When she reenter the bedroom she found her purse were the gun that Robert had given her was as well as the silencer attachment. Makoto walked over to the side of the bed and placed a pillow over his head then pressed the gun against the pillow until it was firmly pressed to his head. For a moment she thought that what she was doing was wrong, but then decided that the she was probably doing the cheating bastard's wife a favor and pulled the trigger. He died instantly.

Present

Makoto shook her self from her dream as she heard the ringing of the chip behind her ear. Makoto tapped the place below her earlobe and answer.

"I'm here."

"I have another mission for you." The voice on the other end said, she knew that it was no longer Robert, but one of his successors.

"Where?"

"Tokyo."