Happy Sunday all. I forgot I had an update for this story, until I reread my reviews, which will be properly mentioned at the end. I might feel guilty for this one…but, its up to you people who review, ultimately, so read, respond, and enjoy, not in that order necessarily. I only play with Sailor Moon's characters, and do not own them, sadly. If 5 dollars could cover it though…happy reading!

It Makes Them Cry

The day wore on, and Minako's thoughts stayed away from the note, and what it held. However, depression quickly overcame her happy mood, and memories of good times made her distract herself from finishing the advertisement for the newest line of clothing. A warning of failure was administered to her.

Kunzite forgot about it until it stabbed him in the leg during his lunch break. He was in his moderately sized office, looking at a computer screen for the latest security levels, and multitasking with eating with his free hand. Finally, after having a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, and staring at the same screen for half an hour, he put down his food, and dug into his pocket. The last few crumbs fell out of the folds as Kunzite's hands unfolded the note, and he settled back into his seat.

('V' in a heart)

Hey V-babe! Makoto made cookies last hour and THEY WERE THE GREATEST EVER. I even left some for you (smiley face). Yeah Rei managed to make me mad yesterday and was just mean in general. Of course I called her on it and she called me meatball head…then I called her Fire breath and she didn't like it. I felt proud…until Ami reminded me that I had math problems to finish and she smirked…Ami wouldn't let me argue back…or pout for that matter. That girl is COLD and resisted ALL my attempts to get out of it…she is just cold…but then I took a moment to watch us all do homework and looked up from my smuggled manga (you were at volleyball practice) and realized with out the meanness and the cooking skills we'd all hate each other…not that Rei doesn't hate me already…evil Haruka is approaching, bye bye!

(Moon victory scribble)

Kunzite had been sitting forward to read it, but as he sat back towards the end, he wondered why this would affect Minako. He remembered her also talking about friends long ago, which never quite let her truly accept the ones that were her friends now. The alarm on his watched went off, and his secretary rang in that a client was here. Client? He had no client yet for the day. Plus, Mamoru took most of them and gave the difficult ones to him at random times. The note went into a drawer hastily before the door to his door swung open; before he notified that he was ready. "I have not given approval for you to enter my office." Kunzite stood, trying to be intimidating. It would have worked had it not been Nephrite.

Kunzite went over all the qualities that made him wish Nephrite wasn't a long time acquaintance. He was cocky, as much as Kunzite was cold. His hair rivaled Kunzite's white as a brunette. Height also fell into that category, as did physical build. The wrestled against each other in rival high schools, and knew that very well. They had caused the first tie in the rival schools in more than 40 years. In a drunken moment, they and two others had gotten similar tattoos, and Minako never let him forget it, even though she didn't know them. In other words, they were fraternal brothers without official papers.

"So…What are you doing here?" They had business meetings often with Mamoru because Nephrite worked in an oversea branch. "What, you don't want to see your friend?" Kunzite glared at his friend, visibly not in a good mood. "Sit down." Nephrite already had mid command. "As you are still blunt, I won't be. How's your life with Minako been?" Kunzite blinked. "Fine." Kunzite gestured to photos on his desk. "You and Makoto?" Nephrite pulled out his own photo. "Fine." A blank silence filled the temporary space. "You realize our significant others have never actually met?" Kunzite raised a perfect white eyebrow. "You are planning a little get together? Any why did you barge into my office during work hours?" Nephrite became confused at one point in the middle of the question. "You didn't hear the executive order?" Kunzite evidently not. "Mamoru is holding a company party. It's a trip up to the mountains, in Mamoru's estate up there." Kunzite glared and slowly walked to the door. Opening it, Kunzite swiveled his gaze upon Nephrite. "Get out. If you wanted to go to lunch you should have made an appointment. We have until the week of Christmas to discuss this." Nephrite began to stand and to stroll out of the office. "Alright, you can have your emotional combustion; I'll come back with our plan to surprise the girls later." This caught Kunzites attention. "Stop. Here. It's important to Minako." Kunzite whipped the note at nephrite." Nephrite looked at Kunzite's turning back. "It's a high school note." Kunzite began to close the door. "It made her cry." Nephrite was followed out the door by a slammed door.

(Should I be evil now……………………………………………………………………………

………………………………………………….Nah.)

Nephrite pocketed the note, and when he was on his way to his hotel in his chauffeured car. As he looked it over, and read it again, he was…confused, so to say. Meatball head he remembered was Usagi, according to the note, she and Rei always fought. Rei also hated the name 'fire breath' because Jadeite called her that when he first met him. He had met her and gave a lot more credit to Jed for standing what he loved. His Makoto did cook, as did the one in the note. He really knew nothing about Minako, except she was blond, and had the same eyes as Usagi. Ami sounded like a smart girl. Then again in high school, any one could be a genius. You just had to get a good GPA. Overall though, they sounded like friends. He knew Makoto wasn't friends with a Rei, Usagi, or Ami, but still…something was amiss here.

"Hey Chef." Makoto giggled quietly as Nephrite circled her muscular body for a moment, gave her a kiss, and let her put down the hot pot she was carrying. "Your meeting went well?" Nephrite sighed and sat down. Makoto, concerned, came up behind him and started massaging his shoulders. "He slammed the door in your face?" He nodded. "So what was the problem?" Nephrite's forehead hit the table. "Something's confusing, and I feel it's important I just don't know what." Makoto could sense with her own feelings that she had no reason to get information yet from him, so she gave him a couple days, or would in her mind." Makoto stood up, and pulled Nephrite up with her. Pulling her to him, she gave him a deep kiss, one with promise. Still close to him, she began to whisper. "Go rest on it. I'll get you later for dinner." Nephrite gave her a simple kiss then, and nodded. "Thank you, Mako." He received a mock glare and then went into their study.

As the door shut, Mako turned around and went back to the Kitchen, minorly worried. She didn't trust him to tell her something if it was Important, the stubborn ass that he was, so she had to find out by herself. At this point, she would call up Ami to link the satellite to him…but she had no Ami this time. Apparently, he left his brief case next to the table. Getting it to leave it next to the door, several papers fell out of the leather case. "Corporation party in the mountains? And what's this?" A folded piece of paper, no a familiar piece of paper, was in between the official papers. The official papers went into the brief case, but the note stayed with her. She didn't need for it to be read, for she recognized the first picture. It was written in 9th grade, 3rd hour algebra, by her princess, and to her leader. It was too bad that they gave an oath of separation all those years ago, really.

MoMo-ChAn1 and Thorn on a rose, I feel I may have disappointed you. I hope I can make it up to you, or at least try (My pup wishes I can make it up to you as well, as he sniffed the screen). That's the second installment of the note (I had thought crystal shards was a better title, but it gave the story an illusion of more depth than I intend to involve. It sounds to fateish-end of the world-ish.) and please, read and enjoy, and if you feel some sort of emotion for the story, please, please review. As long as I make a few people happy, I will be happy. Read, Enjoy, respond, if you wish. Please comment also on how un/accurate the high schoolish note is. That was full of minor problems. Thank you!

This is an installment to the note by saturnsdarkness.