Disclaimer: W Juliet will never be mine, Emura has that pleasure.

Ito woke up as the plane descended to Tokyo international airport. She looked out the window and saw the sun beginning to rise. The time was six thirty a.m. She looked to her left and saw a family laughing and talking. She had remembered a time like that in her life, but that was when her mother Satsuki was still alive.

It was funny in her dreams she always thought about what Makoto could possibly be doing in his life, but every time she dreamt about him, it never seemed right. Perhaps that was just how she wanted him to be waiting. She just wanted someone to see her for who she was and wish for her to be there. Ito got up from her seat and walked off the plane and saw Akira waiting for her.

"You! Where do get off disappearing like that? I had to explain to all the major shoots and designers that I couldn't find my client because she was feeling home sick. You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days. I never hear from you and then you just show up for rehearsals ten minutes before a concert", Akira continued with his volley of abuse but Ito just brushed him off.

Ito earnestly replied, "I have a name and it would be nice if you would call me by it. I don't have to be at your beck and call, so leave things as they are and do you're job of finding me jobs and getting locations for shows. I've known you for six years now, so remember I pay for services rendered and that's it."

"I don't understand you; you use to be simple work was all you asked for. Now you don't care about anything. Your nothing but a selfish child", Akira said as he nodded his head.

"Don't assume you know me and never again call me selfish. I have sacrificed more than anyone can ever know," Ito vehemently yelled. Then, Ito punched him and walked away to luggage claim. Akira couldn't believe she had done that. She had touched his beautiful face. She would suffer for this.

Ito arrived at her apartment complex and took the elevator to the fifteenth floor. She opened the door and was taken down by caska. She was three year old German husky. Ito just laughed and closed the door behind her. She dropped her luggage and went to the phone. There was only one new call. It was from Hayate at Tokyo Dome. He had asked Yuko Aine to come an hour early for preparations for the concert tonight. Ito looked at the phone and held such contempt for that name. An identity that would always cause her to be nothing more than a person that everyone around her shaped.

Ito sat down in her kitchen and fed caska. She picked up the last picture she ahd of herself and Makoto. Makoto and she had gone to an amusement park as their own gender for the first and last time. Makoto had recently gotten his haircut and looked devilishly handsome, and she looked like a real woman. But, the picture had been taken a long time ago. That was before she had taken to her constant depressions and cutting. Her arms wore the scars of her pain. She couldn't count how many times Akira had taken her to the hospital, but that was really the only reason she kept him around. He didn't care about her, but if his "dear product" was damaged he would do anything to fix it. Ito looked out her window and saw hat the sun was high. She retreated into her bedroom and collapsed.

(next chapter: what Makoto's life actually is )