AT: I exist. And I've brought with me a new chapter! I'm not sure how well you'll like it... I spent three days on it and still am not completely satisfied.

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Kino Makoto had never been more scared in her life. But she'd already spent weeks hiding away in the Outers' mansion, she had to come out and face the world sometime. Which was what she was doing now, trying to find a good florist to provide funeral flowers for all of her dead friends.

Her emerald eyes welled up with tears.

Scattered around her in the crowd were fifteen different undercover officers, two being the Officers Reinhart and Osaka. Both had privately assured her that they would watch her every move and make sure nothing happened to her while she was out since they couldn't persuade her to stay at home.

The feelings of safety and danger warred in her grief-stricken mind. Makoto jogged across the crosswalk to the opposite street, knowing many eyes watched her. It was an eerie prickle at the back of her neck; but she knew that there was supposed to be eyes on her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken the feeling of being watched so easily.

Coming to a stop at the next florist, she looked in through the open door at four young men casually tending to the flowers. A group of boy-crazy high school girls swarmed around one in particular, while the other men looked on in amusement and annoyance. It stung. She remembered a time when she and Minako would act the same way. But Minako was dead.

She turned away from the shop, deciding to go elsewhere to buy her flowers, and ran face first into a solid wall. Of muscles. And cologne. Makoto took a step back, a panic setting into her that was soon followed by adrenaline. Cool blue eyes, mostly disinterested in her, stared back at her emerald. Something was familiar about this man, Makoto thought with a squint to her eyes.

"Ryuuichi?"

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The leader of the Sons of Hell growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Duo's ear. "Chill out, babe," the American looked up at his lover and boyfriend, reading the fury in the Prussian blue eyes. Heero growled louder, "That's another threat, if he even thinks about stealing my kill I'll--" He cut off with an angry snarl.

"Who is he?" Duo asked curiously, eying the redhead that was grabbing the target by her arm and yanking her along the sidewalk... away from the flower shop. Rough treatment. He grew suspicious and narrowed his indigo eyes. "Schwartz." Was the only thing Heero mumbled, and that single word was enough to rile Duo up.

"Let's follow." They said it at the same time, with the same deadlyintent in their eyes.

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'Osaka Ryuuichi' dragged Makoto along, and she frantically looked about in the crowd for the faces of any undercover officer. Panic was not just settling in, it was taking over. Under normal circumstances, she would have try beating her abductor till he died right there.

But this wasn't normal.

She had a funny feeling, underneath all this panic, that this was Naru's older brother. The feeling was confirmed when he shoved her into a cafe and forced her to sit down in a booth. "Don't make a scene," Makoto heard a very male voice whisper in her mind. Actually, it was more of a hissed order. She quietly clasped her hands together in her lap and bowed her head, looking every bit obedient to the telepath's command.

"You know Naru." He said out loud, adjusting the sunglasses on his forehead. Makoto meekly nodded; Ryuuichi leaned forward to tip her chin up to examine her sleepless red eyes. A smug little smirk danced across his firm lips, and Makoto flushed. The panic was deepening and she felt like she'd been tossed into a never ending pit. This man was dangerous.

"Correct," his mind hissed to her.

She darted to her feet but couldn't move fast enough. His fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist and pulled, bringing her crashing back down quietly into the bench seat. "The police are watching me, they'll be here soon," Makoto stuttered weakly, her emerald gaze darting around, looking anywhere but at him and his mesmerizing blue eyes.

The dangerous Ryuuichi leaned back in the booth, stretched out and content with a maliciously smug grin. "Trust me, I know about the police. But no one's coming to your rescue, little orphan." His words echoed in her mind and Makoto shivered. The dangerous blue eyes darted up to the cafe door and Makoto twisted to look over the edge of the booth, spotting a head of red hair. Osaka Naru came into sight, then rather rudely shoved Makoto further into the booth and sat down next to her.

"Hello Schu," Naru greeted amiably, leaning forward to pick up a menu off the table, "You should know better than to drag around strangers."

Makoto's eyes darted back and forth between the two redheads, picking up the very definite family resemblances. Ryuuichi casually winked at the waitress who came to their booth and took one of the offered glasses of ice water. At his whispered reply to the customary "What can I get you?", the rather adorable blond bounced off to relax behind the counter; waiting for when the trio were ready to order.

"She called me by that silly Japanese name," he responded after a long drink of the chilled liquid. Naru's green eyes focused on Makoto, calculating and estimating. "I saw a picture of you two with Usagi... as children." Makoto rushed to explain further, but Naru's soft lotioned hand in her face stopped her. "She talks too much," Ryuuichi remarked; earning a glare and a smirk from the green eyed ladies across from him.

Naru took of sip of her own water, contemplating quietly. "You realize you can't interfere in this, right?" Makoto, of course, had no idea what was going on between the two siblings. Ryuuichi nodded to his sister's question, and then the smug smirk danced back across his face; however, Makoto noticed a sad light to his blue eyes. "I never thought you'd follow me down the bloody path, kleine Schwester."

"It's in our blood, after all, bruder."

Ryuuichi nodded to his sister, a tad relunctantly, as if he didn't want to admit she was right. The rather paranoid Makoto fidgetted next to Naru. While the appearance of the Officer and old friend should have made her feel comfortable and safe... all Osaka Naru did was make Makoto more afraid. She felt danger radiating off both siblings. Mortal danger.

"We're broadcasting," Naru announced to her brother, beckoning with fingers to the humming waitress who came quickly. "A strawberry lemonade, a raspberry lemonade and a regular. That'll be all, liebe," Ryuuichi informed the blond with a rogueish wink. No matter how old or young the working girl was, she wasn't immune to his handsome charms. Blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl, she skipped off to get their order.

Makoto found her tongue and asked warily, "What's going to happen?"

"Well, that's easy Makoto," Ryuuichi began, swirling his ice water in the damp glass, "We're going to sit here and enjoy our drinks. Afterwards, Naru is going to lead you back out to finish your funeral flower shopping while I make my way elsewhere. After you're out of sight, we'll both go home and wait for the news of your death... where upon we will promptly smile and go about our merry little ways, the world less one annoying short skirted warrior of Love and Justice."

Naru smacked the back of Ryuuichi's hand lightly, "Schu, you shouldn't have told her that. Now she'll probably have a panic attack and die." Makoto's mouth was opening and shutting, but not even a squeak came out.

"Oh yes, Jupiter, we know all about your little henshin magic."

That wasn't Ryuuichi in her mind this time, and Makoto's wide green eyes locked on a sweetly smiling Naru. "You're telepathic too?" She breathed out in shock, "Then you can help us find the killer and make him stop!" Naru's brow hitched up in mock surprise and Ryuuichi faked a gasp. "She can't be that dense, kleine Schwester."

"Oh but she is. They all are."

Makoto tried to grasp at straws as their lemonades arrived and were passed around cheerfully by the bubbly blond. Seeking a bit of fond memories, the Senshi of Jupiter looked past the redheads to the waitress and looked her over for similarities to her late friends.

But no, the waitress (her name tag proclaimed her Rin) had bright doe like brown eyes and a round face that went well with her plump body. She was skinny and slight with blue eyes like Minako or Usagi...

"I'm going to die." Makoto acknowledged as the waitress left them, casually squeezing her lemon slice into the slightly pink liquid. A strawberry had come with it as well; but she wanted to save the sweet so that she could savor the clashing effect with the tartness of her lemonade. Both siblings nodded sagely at her words, Naru's hand toying with Makoto's brown locks.

She didn't bother batting the hand away. The danger had fallen, she felt empty inside. But that would be over soon, right? She'd die... and she'd be with the others, waiting to come back again.

Makoto missed the sick twist of Naru's lips as she stroked the Senshi's hair, hearing every rambling little thought in the grieving mind. Their drinks were finished in silence; though Makoto secretly thought that the two were conversing mentally, successfully keeping her in the dark.

As they got up to leave, Ryuuichi left a small stack of yen on the table. Naru pressed a little clip into Makoto's shirt, then smoothed the wrinkles from her own. "It's a tracking device, Kino-san," Naru told her, all Officer-like and business now, "We'll know where you are at all times." She nodded to Naru's words listlessly, allowing herself to be led from the cafe down the street. Ryuuichi left a few minutes after them and went the opposite way.

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The two assassins shifted on the rooftop, following the Officer and the target with narrowed dark eyes. "How will you pull this off?" Duo hissed to Heero as they leapt to the next available roof. Heero didn't answer immediately; he was busy surveying the area and deciding the best course of action.

As Officer Osaka led the target across the crosswalk to a stairwell of sorts, his eyes lit. "Do it now," Heero intoned to his lover, and Duo had only time to blink before pointing his palm at the brunette. She leaned towards the railing for support, a hand touched against her forehead. Both lovers could imagine the pain she was in, but were just far enough away that they couldn't hear her tortured cry.

Heero pointed his palm at the railing.

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There was no reason for it to happen.

One moment, Osaka Naru was trying to determine the source of Kino's headache. The next moment, the Senshi of Jupiter was tumbling through the railing to the ground below. She waited for a scream that never came... and unnerved by the silence, looked down to the sidewalk below the railing.

Not even a drop of blood.

Kino Makoto was nowhere in sight. Her mind reached out, tentative tendrils seeking the woman and knowing she was probably dead or doomed to worse. The tendrils touched on Kino's mind, relaying the information back to Naru. Being quite stunned, she drew back from the railing and grabbed her walkie talkie.

"I need back-up and jackhammers down here."

The faint crackle of static sounded for a few lengthy moments, and then Reinhart replied with a confused, "What?" "Kino is trapped beneath the sidewalk, we need back up and quick. I'm not sure how long she'll last down there."

It took them a few minutes to figure out a safe plan; but it took hours to execute the plan. It was the only way. Kino was trapped in a cement box below their feet, and they had no clue if she was getting air or not. All they could do was hope she would be alive when they managed to take the cement ceiling away from her prison.

But of course, she wasn't.

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AT: Makoto's dead now... Fourth anime added into the crossover.