A/N: 0.o Ami here will have a stab at telling the story, now, eh? ^^

DISCLAIMER: Coffee Prince and Sailor Moon are way more complex than this here simple story, which is why I'm glad ((so I can toy with the characters in fanfiction! ^^)) I don't own 'em! . Enjoy!

Given Truth For One Lie

Ami could practically hear her heart pulling against the straining bonds of her veins, feel the physical hurt she had known she would feel when Makoto heard what she'd always known when she'd taken the risk to hire her for her plan.

Staring into those cold eyes of her aunt, Ami cursed inside.

She should have known the woman would hit her right where it hurt, from the very beginning. And since she knew her so well, that meant the older Mizuno had something even stronger up her sleeves, then would finish the blow with something final and heartless.

Yes, that was the difference between her and her aunt.

Where Ami lacked the cold heart to do a thorough background check on people, her aunt did the exact opposite and went straight for the dirt. She swore, the woman was as cold-blooded as a snake. On a hunch, she'd looked up the zodiac for the snake and had found her aunt's birthday falling under the top categories.

Ami was glad she had taken the initiative to link hands with Makoto, and she squeezed them now, tightening her hold as thunder screamed its denial outside and the rain pelted furiously at the roof. Yes, she had known. Yes, she had found out. Yet it had been an accident, and probably somewhat of a fateful accident.

She'd been browsing the files for Mizuno Co. and had found a file under the 'secret' compartment and had chuckled quietly to herself as she easily passed the security systems and hacked into her own future business.

What she saw made her gasp.

Deaths.

Sabotages.

Illegal tradings.

And Ami had backed out of the files before rushing back and erasing all traces of signs that she'd been there, knowing that if the 'expert' hackers her aunt had hired detected her, then the firewall would probably step itself up a notch.

What she had seen was something she could change, but she needed to boot her aunt out of the family so she could gain complete control over what she had legally from her bloodline. The only problem was getting her aunt mad enough to slip up and confess her sins.

Right then, she'd come up with the most brilliant, if crazily-not-logical plan.

She would hire a victim from Mizuno Co.'s antics, and use them to help her stop her aunt from doing anything more. Ami had already hacked many accounts and had delayed or destroyed most of the big plans that would elliminate people's lives, but it wasn't enough.

Almost buried in self-hatred for what she would become in the inevitable future, Ami was practically dead to the world, trying to fly through her home 'schooling' and preventing the many crimes Mizuno Co. was commiting every day.

And then Usagi Tsukino had come.

Just a fleeting glimpse of golden locks in her dreams, and she'd turned in her sleep, wetting her bed with her newfound powers and almost flooding the house. Thankfully Artemis had been there and guided her through it, then staying with her as her new 'pet' after that.

It had become that much easier and that much harder after that.

Ami shook her head.

No time for reminiscing right now.

Stepping to stand in front of Makoto, Ami stared at her aunt and smiled. She had adapted to this new way of challenge from her equally-smart housemate and had learned to play the same game yet walk to her own beat.

"Yes, Obaa-san. But I've chosen her to be my partner in life, and if does not matter what is outside of the bedroom when we have all the time to talk of our past and what we know of each other, what we can learn."

The cold eyes in front of her gleam, and Ami could feel Makoto's hand gripping hers in a tight hold, the cold sweat clamping into her palms and the insistent pressure another hint, only to her, that Makoto is worried.

"She's just a common playtoy for you then, Ami-san? Because if she's more than that, you are more than willing to dip her in the blood that we are now immersed in? Yes, Ami-san. We can't back out now. Even if you show me this. . voluptious wench you pay to come at me with."

Ami smiled again, baring her teeth and standing her ground.

"She is much more to me than that, Obaa-san. And I don't care what you think, but I WILL hold out until I come of age and I will have full access to my inheritance as you've so much tampered with."

It had become more than just showing off Makoto as her girlfriend, she realized.

It had become a test, and with growing urgency, she realized that if her aunt was talking like this, then there was the slight chance she would slip up something with that foul tongue of hers and mess up.

And with witnesses, too.

Miki was leaning into Boja, shivering as she stared at the deadly interaction between girl and her surpressedly demonic aunt. The man was standing straight and supportive, curving his arms to support the newfound princess he had vowed himself to serve.

Serona was lounging, bored, against the nearby couch and popping a couple of cherries in her mouth. She was the only one who was used to this sight, and with her daring splashings of bright color contrasting brightly against the white walls, she was on fire most of the time.

With a free hand, Sherona twirled about the tap-lamp and hit it repeatedly, turning the flickering light on and off and driving the atmosphere into something softer than what it would be if it weren't for the swift changing of light.

Ami suddenly remembered she shouldn't push so hard in such small amount of time, and she had argued, discussed, and agreed with Artemis that things would have to look natural when the time came.

And so she turned her back, looking up into Makoto's dark eyes, the pupils wide in shock and anger, swirling with the lightning that flickered outside.

Senshi.

Ami knew Makoto had some kind of connection to the senshi, since she hung out with them a lot in their normal human forms, but also in their transformed state, like when they had come to knock her out the other night.

She would look into that later.

Hopefully, Makoto would introduce them to her.

Lifting her arms, she curled them around the broad shoulders of Makoto's dark shirt, pulling her paid employee close and running her hands under the soft curls ending above Makoto's hairline. Dipping her down, she gazed into those dark eyes, eyes she had grown to love in the short amount of time, and whispered, softly.

"I need a remedy, and your kisses are the best, Mako-chan."

Ami felt her aunt's dark spirit flicker behind her, dimly heard the uncontrolled steps forward, but she was already pulling her beauty down, running her fingers gently along the slope of unbroken nose, the fine chin, those full lips looking so tempting, and Ami pulled, softly.

"Blue. . ."

And her aunt could do nothing about it when she raised her head to the descending lips.

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Makoto sulked.

The stinging in her lips still hadn't gone away, and it had been a full four hours. After the. . 'kiss', Makoto had gasped as Ami grabbed her and called over to Miki and Boja, who scampered like waddling ducks after their one savior in the cold room.

At the very last second, Ami had produced something almost web-like from between her fingers and slapped it over Makoto's lips, giving her a featherlight peck before pressing into her and angling her lips so they sucked on her chin instead, then ripping the sticky substance away as she stepped back to whirl from the room and out of the house.

It had damn well hurt as good as it would have if Ami had bitten her. Yet without the pleasurable side effects.

Bursting out into the wet night had never felt so good.

Breathing in deeply, Makoto looked into Ami's eyes and found the smaller girl shivering, her breath coming in short, shallow pants as she curled in on herself in the sidewalk, clutching at her head.

"Blue? What's wrong, don't tell me you stood up your aunt and are only NOW regretting this? PLEASE, Blue, she deserved it, don't worry-"

"Mako-chan, I can't help it. You're so soft and large and inhumanely sweet that I- I. ."

Makoto glanced around frantically, signalling for Miki and Boja to go. They nodded, their faces turning a bit red, and melted into the night, probably to talk about their newfound freedom Makoto had let them get away with.

Kneeling next to her employer, Makoto took off the outer layer of her leather jacket she'd put on during the course of coming face-to-face with Ami's mom, and wrapped it loosely about Ami, who shuddered in relief.

"It's okay, Blue. Let it all out, I, uh, think it's great you're finding your money's worth."

Replaying the sentence in her mind, Makoto about clunked herself in the forehead. If she kept doing this too much to herself, she'd have an almost-concussion. Shaking her head, Makoto scooted closer to Ami and made sure she was sharing body heat.

Even though she knew Ami had withstood the coldest of ice on her own, right now, the girl needed a friend, and Makoto was the one she'd get.

"Let it out, Blue, don't pent it all in there."

Rubbing the trembling back underneath her hand, Makoto wrapped her free arm around Ami and hoped the smaller girl couldn't feel her own shaking under the nakedness of her clothes. It was a shame she'd have to return them the next day, she certainly wasn't going to use it for future parties or casual get-togethers.

Sighing lightly, Makoto didn't expect the punch coming to her gut.

"I mean it, Mako-chan. You're just so wonderful about everything, even if you're paid for all this, and with the death of your parents something I had been part of, or something I could have stopped if I'd have known- and now I'm going to expect you to be by my side tonight when all this has blown over."

Makoto had stopped breathing.

She tried to comprehend, really did, but, WHAT?

Ami- Ami was thinking THAT far ahead?

"And when you let me toy with your family like that, even if it was Sherona and not my aunt with her cold-as-ice-cubes demeanor, well, I think I found myself losing interest in this just being a deal between a passing person and a hiring girl. Mako-chan, I. . Will you be my partner when I bust my aunt's butt on the day I turn of age?"

The brunette had another slap coming.

Geez, Makoto Kino, get your dirty mind out of the gutter! She only means business! And just WHEN, girl, WHEN, have you even considered yourself hopelessly, devotedly, awestruck and passion-induced by this GIRL?

"B-Blue, I. . I would be glad to be your partner. So, how about we seal the deal this time?"

Ami looked up into her eyes, and Makoto swore her heart was going to hop right of her chest and burrow itself into the tissue of Ami's skin and be next to hers for the rest of eternity.

That is just freakishly disturbing there, Thunder.

Makoto could just hear Rei's voice mocking her with her tone of dry hit-it-right-on-the-head voice. Moving closer to Ami, Makoto used the leverage she had to lower herself and slowly curled her fist into the lapels of her dark green blouse.

"Of course, before we continue, I'd like it if I told you this b-beforehand."

Inside, she cursed.

What was she doing?

Pulling the collar down to her neck, then further, to her chest, then further still, to her 'padded' breasts, Makoto eased down the soft material and gently tugged the shirt down, just enough for a peek.

That was all it would take, after all.

Behind them, under the protruding two inches of Ami's sparse balcony, they stood, breathing stopped as the rain drizzled to an abrupt halt.

"Ami. . I'm a girl."

What was said next was something Makoto wasn't expecting for a whole ten thousand of her lifetimes, if she lived that long and was reincarnated as a senshi over and over and over. Ami reached up and placed a hand right on her stomach, circling the firm abdomen muscles she had there and directing heat low about her center.

Blue eyes swirled their truth into hers, and Makoto's breath hitched.

"I know, Mako-chan. Now, let's seal this deal with a kiss, eh?"

And Ami leaned forwards and Makoto found herself grinning as she felt soft lips wet hers and tears mingled with the freedom of a lie given the key to opening a cage.

It was just starting, after all, and there would be many more lies to come.

A/N: Super short, but let's make it something we'll remember than jump into the x-rated scene I DON'T want happening in this fanfiction. ^^ Or at least, WA-A-AY later. . Hopefully, this'll tide you over somewhat 'til the next part.