A/N: . I think this'll show how self-conscious and explanatory Makoto wants herself to be right now so all her friends will know she can handle herself. ^^

DISCLAIMER: Coffee Prince and Naoko Takeuchi are both great creations made by mother nature, somehow or other. :p

Here's The Creamer To My Life. . .

*I'd just come from my karate lessons for the kids. Y'know, downtown, in that small complex building?

Anyway, I went to meet my sister, Miki, over at Andrew's.

He won't make it in the restaurant business, I swear, he keeps giving us freebies, but since he promises he'll take me on when I graduate for top cook and partner, then- okay, okay.

Anyway, Miki was there, you know, all tan and blonde, and- *sigh*she was there with a guy three years older, with no job, who looked like a common street punk, and he THOUGHT I was a GUY! WHY does everyone THINK I am a GUY?

Okay, yes, yes, Minako-chan, I'm SO calm right now- AARGH!-*

*Thunder, I'LL tell the story. Sheesh, can't you do stories in third person concerning yourself? Okay, here guys, is how it goes in the life of Makoto Kino, warrior-sexy babe thunder girl. . .*

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Makoto stepped into the brightly-lit cafe and restaurant, signaling a tired hand to her future partner-in-business-after-graduation to whip up her usual.

It had been another hectic day tutoring her adorable karate monster kids, and she was beat.

Trudging over to the booth where her sister usually sat waiting after news, Makoto yawned and scratched at her dark black locks. She noted a new guy sitting at her across the table, ugly as idiot, sporting a black tank top and crew cut, and she slumped in her chair.

Couldn't the tan blonde get anyone who looked her range in respectable?

"-Oi! Hey, you, yeah! Watcha doin' here at my girl's table, eh?"

She paid him no mind, instead shooting a grateful look at Andrew before leaning down and inhaling in deeply the elegant aroma of coffee.

Mmm...

"-Hey! Oi, Mi-chan, does this scrawny guy date you or something? Speaking of which, date ME, Mi-chan! C'mon, I been makin' money this month, for real!"

Makoto sighed in bliss when the hot beverage melted her tongue, soothing the heat and pooling deliciously in her stomach. Ah, the world was at peace, everything was good. . . Nothing could make her more relaxed, nothing. . .

Suddenly, a hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her wrist. The sudden jerk almost made her dump the sacred beverage, and Makoto growled in relief when she balanced the delicate white cup with a flick of her wrist.

If it had been Miki, she would have shrugged it off.

It was not Miki.

"Back off, pup-boy."

She kept her voice calm, sipping her coffee again as she glanced over at her sister. They younger girl smiled and shook her head.

*sigh*

No broken bones, then.

"-What are you to her, huh, punk?"

Makoto sighed.

Well, she'd given her warning.

Without breaking her gaze to Miki, Makoto gripped the hand that held her, flipping her wrist to slam his forearm into the table, and calmly stepped on his bended foot, then side-stepping into the back of his kneecap to bring him down.

As he fell past her, Makoto gently set down her coffee cup and used her free hand to push him further back so he doubled into himself.

She knew it hurt.

Heck, Haruka Teno'h, her karate and meditation teacher before she'd become one herself, had about dislocated her shoulder and leg before she was satisfied she'd taught it correctly. It hadn't helped that Makoto had egged her blond teacher on by teasing her about being so lovey-dovey with Michiru.

It had all been in good humor, though.

Not letting up on her hold, Makoto grinned over at Miki and growled down at the whimpering male, smirking slightly when he started to tense his muscles in an attempt to break free. Like he could. If this puny mortal could beat Makoto Kino, she was giving in her black belt.

"She's the one who keeps me in line. Don't mess with her. She shares my name."

The whimpered grunts became a disbelieving roar, and Makoto only grinned harder when the idiot male's struggles only got more desperate. She just gave a sharp tug and he quieted down again.

Slightly.

"MI-CHAN? YOU'RE ENGAGED TO THIS GUY?"

Oi, what an idiot.

Before she could correct him, though, the food came, and Makoto gave a heaving push and laid the idiot on his nose. She didn't have the time for this and was hungry as heck.

Time to EAT.

"Hair off of the underside of a pig JUST before it's balls was whacked off with a RE-E-EALLY rusty, dull butcher knife, and the green innards all floating wierd in its own pool of blood. . ."

Makoto rolled her eyes.

Trust the little brat to use her big sis as a barrier to any questing lunkheads in romance.

'If you beat Makoto in eating twenty plates apiece of Andrew-kun's cooking, then, YES, Boja, I will date you.'

And then Andrew had to butt in, saying the loser had to pick up the tab.

Well, it worked for her. Besides, this 'Boja' looked like a lightweight. She was STARVING, and no one but Usagi seemed to be able to out-eat her.

Makoto was right.

The guy just rammed his face full of food, making animalistic grunting noises while she deliberately mixed, rolled, and prepared hers in for inhaling. Ah, yes, THAT hit the spot. Boja had hit nine plates and she was still going strong on her sixteenth.

It also didn't help for HIM that Miki was going on and on about nasty pig gutting , but since she lived with the brat, it was old.

No problem.

Sighing majestically as she ate the last bite of sweet-and-sour pork mixed with a rolled-up burrito bun with bean sprouts mixed in, Makoto grinned. She got rid of the murderous look from Boja by tapping lightly on his stomach with her foot.

Rising, she offered Miki her hand and walked out, calling over to Andrew her new rival would be getting the tab.

So far, her day was pretty uneventful.

"Eeek! Help, wallet-snatcher!"

Makoto stopped dead in her tracks under the street's lamp lights. It was about one in the morning, but good old Tokyo was still going strong. Taking walks wasn't new to her, and she took them at whatever times she could.

Now riding around on her scooter delivering Andrew's orders of takeout for her other part-time job was another matter, though. It called for quick service and specific driving. Work and call-ins were going a bit slow, though, so Andrew had Makoto driving around and pasting posters of the cafe around the city.

Hearing the high screech of 'wallet-snatcher', though, had Makoto stopping.

She'd heard 'purse-snatcher' before, and plenty of 'pick-pockets', but 'wallet-snatcher' was new. She barely had time to ponder this before something akin to a rock barrelled into her, and she fell off her bike underneath the scrabbling mass of sweating human-

"YOU!"

"Me? What do you mean, pup, you couldn't pay the bill so you went off stealing wallets? Geez, get a job already! Miki will never date you-!"

Makoto stared down into horrified blue eyes, the occassional pimple on the high forehead standing out red against the pale skin. Sighing, she pushed him off.

Really.

He wasn't much of a guy, but Miki would probably have him tagging around for a couple more months. No need to be hostile when she'd have to protect her sister from another break-up in the future and pick this guy off the pavement.

"Here. Give me the wallet and I'll tell them you got away."

She almost kicked his butt when he scrambled away. He'd held on tight to that broken-in piece of leather, but beat it when she glared at him. Turning, she saw stars when a flash of white, then something hit her in the face.

"Whoa! Whoa, back off, the wallet's safe here-!"

"Ami-chan, over here, I think we hit jackpot!"

"JEEZ, Artemis, wouldn't-cha tell me BEFORE we run all over the place for a dumb wallet? We're not Superman, we're- oh, hey there!"

Makoto blinked.

Before her stood a panting girl. She sported the short hair of someone who was conservative in looking all around her, and surprisingly, she had on the uniform of a senshi. Wierd. Makoto instantly forgot whatever she was thinking when the girl winked and grinned, shaking her hair out and sending the delicate smell of something sweet in the air.

Makoto stood gaping for a moment, then handed over the wallet.

Shorter than her, the blue-eyed. . . fighter was leaning down and scratching a white fluffball of a cat. Something made her eyes narrow as she got a better look. Those smirking whiskers reminded her very much of Luna, Usagi's talking moon-cat who'd brought them their own mission: protecting the earth from Queen Beryl and youma.

This was getting wierd. The last time she'd seen anything like this was when she'd first met Minako, and the girl had showed her a picture of another white fluffball that looked exactly like the one she was now staring at.

"Hey, thanks for catching up with the wallet. I'll. . . um, see you later."

Makoto could only nod dumbly as the blue-haired wonder flashed her a small grin and soared off, hopping onto one of the buildings and flashing her a wave.

This was beginning to turn into something of a weird night. . .

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"Hey, sorry, can I sit here? All the other tables are full, and I really can't bug Andrew right now."

She was back again at the coffee and restaurant cafe, and at three in the morning, she was surprised to find the pub full of laughter spilling out into the streets.

Wow, those posters must have worked.

Turning her attention back to the person she was talking to, Makoto smiled. Blue eyes twinkled merrily, and they nodded, gesturing to a nearby chair.

"Sure. Rough night?"

Makoto started.

Sitting in front of her was that same girl who she'd run into just a mere hour ago in the streets of Tokyo. What was happening here? And why was all these people flashing their bright cameras and cell phones around them?

"Ms. Mizuno, is this punk trying to beg off some money here? If so, I can throw him out just as fast as you want me to-"

"Artemis, enough. No, this nice person just wanted to find a seat somewhere, since it's a full house. Don't you think we owe him that much, since we ARE the ones who, technically, brought all these people here?"

Makoto stared over into knowing blue eyes, the kind that make sure you know they know who the heck you are when you're trying to hide your presence. She was not going to be intimidated by this silver-haired man, not one who had a half-crescent moon on his forehead.

She racked her brain, trying to think.

Somehow, this sudden appearance of a renowed millionaire girl hadn't fazed her, and it explained the full house, but why. .?

And then it hit her.

Sailor Scout.

She looked EXACTLY like a Sailor Scout when she'd been in that uniform from last time!

And that 'silver-haired man' was that cat, Artemis!

A/N: ^^ Let's have Makoto ((by Rei's 3rd-person story-telling)) explore what's happening here, eh? I know it's WAY off of the real 'Coffee Prince', but hey, better to do it this way, huh? .