Sorry for the long wait. I got a new job and haven't really been working on this much. So because my other story got some reviews and I really don't intend on continuing it (though that might change) I thought I would work on this one. I want to say Thank You to all my reviewers and even to the people who just read because they still read my work. That's all back to the fanfiction.

Chapter 10

Makoto awoke when she felt a little bundle of warmth snuggle against her. She slowly opened one eye and looked down at her shoulder. There was a blue mass of fluff using her as a pillow. Makoto opened the other eye and found that in fact that blue fluff was attached to a head and that head belonged to her love. Makoto shook her head. No not her love, her love's resurrected self.

"Does that really matter?" her inner voice said. Makoto just realized that the voice had not been present at all last night while they were…Makoto blushed. "I thought you could use a little alone time." The voice answered. Makoto just shook her head. She looked down at the girl—no, woman laying next to her and became suddenly very aware of the lack of clothing between them.

Makoto smirked as she gently rolled Yosshii onto her back. Makoto brought her hand up to Yosshii's face. She gently stroked her cheek with the back of her hand. Her hand slowly coming down to her chin, she lightly outlined Yosshii's lips with her thumb. A small content sound came from Yosshii. Makoto brought her hand down her neck and along her shoulders. She dipped her head down and placed a gentle kiss on her collarbone.

Makoto brought her other hand up to Yosshii's breast when she felt a hand in her hair. She looked up into blue eyes. Yosshii smiled down at her with sleepy eyes, and Makoto thought she almost looked like she was drunk. Makoto was going to comment on it when suddenly her head started ringing. Makoto silently cursed under her breath and rolled over on to her back. Yosshii sat up she didn't understand; she couldn't hear the ringing. Makoto threw what covers were still on her toward the middle of the bed and stormed off to the bathroom. Yosshii was left blinking in the bed.

Makoto slammed the door to the bathroom and poked the place behind her ear. She did it hard enough that she would most likely have a brush later in the day.

"What the hell do you want?!" Makoto yelled.

"I want you to do your job. That's what the hell I want." Carmela was screaming on the other end. Makoto grabbed her ears and fell to her knees. It fucking hurt. In a quieter voice, but still with heat Carmela continued, "You have been in Japan for almost a month. Kill the bastard and get back home." Makoto leaned against the wall as the door to the bathroom opened. Yosshii peeked around the door at Makoto. Makoto smiled up at her.

"I'm ok." She mouthed to Yosshii. Yosshii came into the bathroom and kneeled next to Makoto, she still had no clothes on and Makoto was dumbstruck by her. Yosshii reached out and put her hand on Makoto's cheek. Makoto leaned into her hand and said, "I am home."

"WHAT!" Carmela screamed. Makoto didn't cringe this time instead she leaned into Yosshii and kissed her. "Makoto if you don't do this job I will have to have you terminated." Carmela wasn't yelling anymore. In fact she sounded a little scared, almost worried that she would have to kill Makoto.

Makoto pulled away and told Yosshii to go back to bed she would be there in a minute. Yosshii nodded and left Makoto siting on the tile floor. Makoto stood and leaned against the countertop. She looked at her reflection, she looked almost happy, almost.

"Listen to me Carmela because I'm only going to say this once. I never take a job I don't finish. Thus Fujiwara will die. When he does die I'm not going back, I'm staying here, and no matter how many people you send to try to kill me, I will survive. So short of blowing up the island, which I would survive that as well, let me do my damn job and leave me the hell alone!" Makoto swung her head around popping her neck and turning off the chip.

Makoto closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened her eyes she looked at her self again. She stared into her eyes. The eyes of a killer, a sinner, a lost cause stared back at her. Makoto sighed. She would never be the woman she once was, but maybe she could turn her life around. Makoto took one long hard look at herself. That possibility of changing was very small.

Makoto turned off the lights in the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom. Yosshii was lying on her stomach with her feet in air. Makoto watched her from the door for a few moments. She watched the light from the window dance across her pale skin; she watched her flip the page of the book she was reading, and she watched her feet sway back and forth.

Makoto had wanted this moment above all others. To have Ami totally comfortable with her, to love her, and most of all to trust her. Yosshii looked over her shoulder.

"Are you ok?" she asked. Makoto walked over to the bed and sat down.

"I'll be fine." She said as she leaned down and kissed Yosshii. Makoto tried to pull away, but Yosshii didn't want to. It took for Makoto to put her hand on Yosshii's shoulder to finally get it through that she needed air. "I have to go." She said as she stood to search for her clothes. She looked up at the ceiling fan first, no bras.

"What? No, please stay. I thought we could go and have lunch with my uncle." Yosshii said as she sat up in bed. Makoto turned around and looked at Yosshii.

"Who is your uncle?" Makoto asked and she pulled on her jeans.

"Fujiwara Masanori." Yosshii said smiling. "He's running for office next month. He might even win." Makoto just stared at Yosshii. Yosshii's smile stared to fade. "What?"

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Yes I know its short and you have been waiting for it but I wanted to give y'all something. I hope to make the next chapter longer but I wanted to be nice to Makoto for a chapter before I screw everything up again. So the next chapter should come out soon. I hope. Please review. The more reviews the sooner the next chapter will come. Ok bye for now.

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