Sorry for the wait but I have many exams and a lot of studying. Enjoy this little fic and Chapter 5 will be longer I swear.

Chapter 4

It was dark. So very dark. Makoto took shallow breaths. In and out. In and out. She had never felt fear like this before. All she could here was her lone breath. She could feel the heart pumping in her chest. Where was she?

Then there was light, just beyond her reach. It was getting closer, brighter. The light so pure it hurt her eyes and she had to shield herself from its glow. Makoto hid her face behind her glove covered arm, but the light continued to grow closer. Until even with her arm raised Makoto couldn't block out the light. Makoto felt a warm hand grasp her arm and gently pull it from her face. Makoto opened her eyes and stared into the face on an angle, her princess. She looked down and saw that she wore her Senshi fuka.

Usagi's face glowed with an Inner Light. Her innocence was manifested as the purest light Makoto had ever seen and it radiated from her.

"My lost Senshi has returned to me. I forgive you of all your transgressions and welcome into my light once again." Usagi wrapped her arms around Makoto and hugged her. Makoto stood still for a moment then wrapped her arms around her princess. Yes she had returned to her princess and she would never leave her light again.

Then suddenly the light began to fade. Makoto pulled back a little still holding the princess and looked at her face. Usagi was smiling up at Makoto, but there was something wrong. Usagi's cheeks seemed to be sagging. No, they were melting away.

Usagi was slowly decaying in her arms. Makoto watched in horror as her princess' skin started to slip away from her skull. Her face becoming a slimy red cut oozing down her body. Makoto could feel Usagi's blood soak into her clothes. The hot smell of copper flooded her senses. Makoto could feel Usagi melting away in her arms. Usagi's blood and thinker fluids were staining her uniform and clinging to her open flesh. Then Makoto heard her princess' bones start to break and shatter in her grasp. Makoto could feel through her gloves the warmth of Usagi's decaying flesh and the snap of the bones underneath. Makoto looked into the face of her angel, and found that Usagi continued to smile up at her. A smile that remained until there was nothing left of that bloody mess of a face.

Makoto stood alone in this dark place covered in the blood of her princess and started to scream.

Makoto woke screaming. Her eyes wide, trying to breathe, but there just wasn't enough air in the room. Then Makoto could feel her stomach churn and tried to get out of bed. However her feet became tangled in the sheets in her haste to the toilet and she fell to the floor face first. She caught herself and tried to raise again, slugging off the blankets caught about her feet. She stumbled her way to the half bath in the hotel room. She landed heavily against the door frame to stop herself and fell to her knees in front of the toilet, worshiping it with the contents of her guts. She gave several dry heaves before she could lift her head again. Just what she needed another damn nightmare.

Makoto rested her forehead on the cold seat until she was willing to move. Makoto raised a weak arm to her face, and pushed the button to illuminate the watch on her wrist. In her hurried state to worship the toilet god she had forgotten to turn on a light. Makoto pushed the button and saw that the watch read three a.m.

"Just great." Makoto sighed as she slumped back against the bathroom wall. The bathtub was against her right side, its cold stability keeping Makoto upright as she rested from her endeavor. Makoto looked down at her hands. Though symbolically Makoto knew her hands were drenched in blood, and on the occasion in real life, she had never felt more disturbed by that fact until now. Her hands now were clean. Makoto sighed as she pushed her self to her feet with the aid of the wall.

The room was still dark. Makoto quickly hit the switch for the light in the small bathroom. Right now she needed light, darkness was a bad thing.

Makoto pushed herself to the sink in search of her toothbrush. As Makoto was brushing her teeth she looked up into the mirror and saw those same eyes that she had seen at her first job. She wasn't surprised. She knew what she was now. A killer of men and no random nightmare was going to change that. Makoto rinsed out her mouth and turned from the sink and its mirror.

Makoto slowly made her way to the desk on the other side of the bed. She was not going to be sleeping anymore. Makoto slumped into the wooden chair and crossed her arms on the desk. She inhaled deeply as she lowered her head down to her hands. Makoto exhaled.

"Just fuckin' great. Four hours 'til I need to get up and here I am. Four fuckin' hours I could have slept, but no, I have to have a damn nightmare. I hate my life." Makoto lifted her head and looked at the pile of paper work about Fujiwara-sama. On top of the pile was one of the hands guns acting as a paper weight. Makoto picked up the weapon and balanced in her right hand. She always liked this gun a Colt 45, given to her from a very special client. Makoto chuckled. "well after I killed him." She shifted the gun from her right hand to her left hand, loving the way the cold metal felt in her hands, it's deadly power quiet in such an early hour. She hardly ever used it because the gun was more of a collector's piece than a daily weapon. No, today she would keep it with her. Just to have it.

Makoto put the gun down on the side of the desk and took out Fujiwara's schedule for the day.

"Lets see what are you doing today Fujiwara-sama. It will be Wednesday, where are you going for lunch?" Makoto leafed through until she found the page she wanted. "Ah yes the Indian restaurant, and you will have a new client. Oh what a pity that you will die today. Distance or not I am tired of this place and will remain here no longer. Fujiwara today you will die."

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Makoto settled in her place across the street from the Indian restaurant. It was just one of many run down government housing projects. Mostly filled with drug users. Makoto loved drug users. They didn't do shit to stop you and thought everything in life was great. Makoto loved drugies. Makoto locked on the long scope to her rifle. She hated killing this way, but she was out of choices. The silencer would give her time to exit the building before anyone knew she was there and in this part of the city people getting shot was not unheard of.

Makoto readied her weapon and got comfortable she still had about five minutes before he would show. Looking down the rode Makoto noticed Fujiwara's car coming.

"A little early to your funeral. You were always such an overachiever." Makoto laughed and set the rifle against her shoulder. She followed the car with the rifle and when it stopped she waited for Fujiwara exit the vehicle. She was going to shot him as soon as he cleared the car, but she noticed he seemed overly observant. He seemed to be looking for something. The car drove off and Makoto watched him through her scope. He seemed rather distressed. Did he sense her presence? Then suddenly he smiled and his body language changed. He was quite happy. Makoto was so absorbed in watching him between the cross hairs that she was startled at the appearance of the woman who jumped into his arms. This short, blue haired woman was hugging Fujiwara. Blue haired…..

Makoto jumped back from her gun.

"Ami?"

Like I said chapter 5 will be longer. I just wanted to get something for y'all this week. I will be posting Chapter 5 next week on about Wednesday so check then.