Mako's Message: I'm sorry it's been so long since I updated this. I've felt like crap for... Well, if I'm honest, about the last six months. I've tried just writing whatever flows, but nothing really flowed. Despite having this up, I unfortunately can't say I've shaken it off. What I can say is that I'm working on trying to fix whatever the fuck is wrong with me. Hopefully I'll have it fixed soon.

In the meantime, I thank you for your patience and promise that I'll do my best to continue providing content of one sort or another. And on that note, be sure to like my Facebook page, Makokam Productions.


I can barely sit still to write this. I'm just so full of adrenaline. Or nerves. I dunno. I just...

I am so confused right now. Like, I'm happy, but I also want to scream and cry. I don't even know.

Riley let me in to their apartment before she left for work, which was when Dave's shift would be over, and said he should be back in an hour.

So, I went in, and I set the table all nice and got the food ready and sat there waiting for him and freaking out. I mean, what if he saw me there and then turned around and left? I don't know what I'd do. I swear, sometimes I feel like he's the only thing keeping me together.

Marcus tries, he really does, but he doesn't get me. I don't think he ever will. Angela is great but she...is too much of an optimist. No matter how many times I beat her into the mat I feel like she still thinks this is all a game and it makes me feel like I'm actually going to have to break something before she gets the message. Alice understands. I think. Almost as well as "Uncle John". I don't know either of them that well though. And both of them prefer not to kill anyone. Hell, Alice's whole thing is saving lives. Neither have a problem with giving a good beating to people who need one, but they both try to avoid killing if they can possibly avoid it.

But Dave... Dave gets me. He understands where I come from. He's seen it. I've told him more than anyone and he gets it. I can see it.

At least, I thought he did.

So I was too busy being a giant ball of nerves that I didn't pay attention to the time and Dave surprised me when he opened the door. Fortunately, I'm a master of controlling myself so, between him putting his key in the lock, turning it, and opening it up, I was able to compose myself.

I did my best to look pretty for him. I had my hair pulled back, I wore a dress, I even wore flats instead of sneakers.

I fucking hate that Dave can make me more nervous than armed criminals who want to kill me.

When he looked up and saw me, he just stood there and looked at me, and I kinda froze up. I completely forgot whatever I was going to say and ended up saying the first thing that came to me, "Happy Birthday."

He kinda smiled at me for a second, then looked away and said, "Why are you here Mindy?"

And I said, "It's your Birthday. Tomorrow. I wanted to surprise you. And apologize."

He said, "Does Riley know you're here?"

"Yes."

Then he shut the door and said, "Maybe I should've told her what you said."

And I kinda panicked and said, "Dave, please, it's your birthday, I wanted to surprise you-"

"Damnit Mindy, I'm not ready to talk to you about this yet!"

I was seriously almost on the verge of tears. I wanted to make this up to him so badly and I can't understand why he wouldn't just let me apologize. I said, "I have presents."

"Mindy-"

"And dinner."

He stopped and just looked at me for a second, so I said, "It's chicken with lemon and wild rice."

And he raised an eyebrow and said, "You cooked?"

Dave does this weird thing to me were he makes me want to lie SO FUCKING BAD but I can't. "I had it catered."

And the bastard started laughing. I was so mad at him and I wanted to strangle him, but then he stopped as fast as he started and said, "Okay."

It took me a second to actually realize that he said yes, and then I ran over to the oven to get the plates out.

Dave came over as I set the plates on the table, and when he sat down he asked, "So you wanted to apologize?"

I sat down and said, "Yeah, I'm sorry about what I said to you the other day. And about Riley." I felt I should throw that in there since she was nice enough to let me in and set all this up. "I just panicked when you said you were going to college. All I could think was that you were going to go away and leave me behind. Like this was something you'd outgrown. And I just couldn't stand the idea of us not being together. I love you Dave. I want us to be together forever."

"Mindy, I love you, I do. But what you want, us, in a romantic relationship? It's just not gonna happen. I mean, ignoring the age thing and all the trouble that could get us in, there's just this... disconnect between you and the rest of the world. You're a great person and you try, you really do, but you just don't understand. You don't see the world the way anybody else does.

What you said, it makes me feel like you think that if I'm not being Kick-Ass, then I'm worthless."

"But you ARE Kick-Ass!"

"I am Kick-Ass, but I'm not JUST Kick-Ass. I thought you were starting to understand that. That you aren't JUST Hit Girl, that there's more to you than the mask."

"You're not worthless Dave, not to me. You have no idea how much you mean to me. But I can't imagine you not being Kick-Ass. If you weren't, you wouldn't be you."

"Mindy, you know that's not true. I wasn't going out as Kick-Ass for months and you still liked me. All those nights we spent eating take out and cleaning guns? That was just us. And if we both hung up the costumes for good, it'd still be us."

"I understand that Dave, I really do! But you went back to being Kick-Ass, because that's who you are! Just like I'm Hit Girl. We're the same like that. But I also understand why it's important for you to go to college."

And Dave looked at me like he didn't believe me and said, "Oh really?"

So I said, "Yeah. Marcus explained it to me. So, when I saw these, I just had to get them for you."

And I got up and pulled the two presents out of their hiding spots. They were just in bags, since I'm not really into wrapping stuff. But they were nice pretty bags, with designs and stuff on them, and each one was in it's own bag.

He took the first one I handed him, looking at me like I'd give him something dangerous, and then opened the bag. "It's an organizer and planner," I said as he pulled the massive leather binder out and started looking it over. "I thought you could use it, ya know? Keep all your classes and schedules and projects organized? And it's got all sorts of pockets for...stuff"

And he laughed. Not like a "HAHAHAH!" but more like a "heh". As he was flipping through the pages. Of course I took it the wrong way and said, "You don't like it."

And he said, "Actually I love it," smiled at me, put it down in it's bag and said, "What's in the other bag?"

I was actually so shocked that it took me a minute to grab it.

The second gift was a leather bag with all kinds of pockets. He looked it over and said, "Wow. This is actually really cool. Very old school."

I said, "It says it fits a seventeen inch laptop, and it's big enough to hold the planner with plenty of room to spare, so I thought you could carry your books in it? I don't know how big college textbooks are though, so..."

He smiled and said, "It's big enough. I'll only be taking a couple classes a day."

And I was so happy he liked them I was ready to fucking cry and I asked him, "So you really like them?"

And he said, "I love them."

Then I asked, "So, do you forgive me?"

And he gave me this look and said, "Yeah, I forgive you." Then he said, "Close your eyes."

And I was like, "Uh...okay."

And I heard him get up and come around to my side and then he leaned over and said to me, "Do not make me regret this."

And then he kissed me. Almost on the lips. Like, just to the side of my mouth.

I think I might have actually whimpered.

I tried to turn and kiss him back but he got his hand inbetween us and said, "Ah! What did I just say?"

And I was all like, "No fair! You can't just kiss me like that and not expect me to kiss you back!"

Then he said, "Well, then I guess I won't do things like that then."

"No! I want you to do things like that!"

"Then you'll just have to accept them when I'm willing to give them out." and he sat back down and smirked at me. SMIRKED.

I couldn't stop from staring at him in shock, "That's cruel."

Then he said, "Just think of it as... rewards for good behavior."

"What!? I'm not some dog you just reward!" And then I thought about it for a second and said, "Just what kinds of rewards are we talking about?"

He said, "Oh, ya know, hugs, snuggles, that sort of thing. Maybe if you're really good you can get another kiss"

So I raised my eyebrow at him and said, "That's the best you're offering? A kiss on the cheek? You're going to have to make sex at least a possibility before I consider changing how I act."

He was starting to put a bite in his mouth when I said that, and he stopped with his fork just at his mouth and held it there for a second before he said, "Well, then I guess you get nothing," and started chewing.

And I just stared at him and said, "You're evil."

And he looked up at me and said, "You still love me though, right?"

And for some reason, just looking at him, sitting there, smiling at me, I couldn't even muster any sarcasm so I said, "Yeah, I do," and started eating.

From there...it was just a good night. We ate, we talked, we watched a movie. He let me put his arm around me.

He seemed to read my mind though, because just before I was going to ask if I could stay the night he said it was time for me to go home. He didn't even give me a chance to argue about it. He just started gathering up my things and basically pushed me out the door.

He took me home, walked with me to the door, said, "I'll see you tomorrow morning. Don't forget to tell Angela training is back on," and then he left.

And I just don't know what the fuck is going on any more. I feel like I'm closer to getting Dave, but at the same time like I've never been further from it. I want to squeal and giggle and scream and break things.

I just don't know.