"Put some clothes on, man!" Makoto shrieked, throwing her hands to her face to cover her face, her cheeks flaming.

A wave of his hand, and Kunzite was once again attired in his uniform from the Silver Millennium. "Sorry, sorry! I didn't expect to be summoned while I was taking a shower and..."

"You have a shower in that thing?" Makoto screamed.

Kunzite quirked a silver eyebrow. "Of course. How do you think we'd survive in there if we didn't have amenities? And for the love of Terra, woman! Stop shrieking! I can hear you perfectly fine! Minako wouldn't have..."

"Yeah, well, I'm not Minako!" Makoto shrieked again.

Kunzite winced at the shrill voice. "Yes, I can perfectly see that you're not. The question is, why?"

"Why what?" Makoto huffed out. Her voice had lowered shrill decibels, but her facial expression showed that she is still perfectly capable of going off any second.

"Why aren't you Venus?"

"Why aren't you Nephrite?" Makoto countered. Realization struck, and she slapped her forehead.

Kunzite came to the same realization. "Don't tell me... The princess...?" He knew perfectly well what Usagi was capable of, even eons after the Silver Millennium..

Makoto nodded grimly. Usagi! I'm going to kill her!

"So what do you propose we do?" Kunzite asked, his voice hesitant.

"We could spar," Makoto suggested.

"Uh, no," Kunzite said hurriedly. He winced at the last time he sparred in hand-to-hand combat with Jupiter. He would have made a rainbow proud by the time she was through with him. No way he was going through the same torture again.

"Then what?"

Kunzite thought hurriedly. Makoto ran a close second to Rei when it came to short tempers, and if he didn't come up with an idea, he might still be covered in a multitude of bruises. "Uh, arm wrestling?"

"Arm wrestling? Yay!"

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"C'mon, Kunzi, you can do better than that?" Makoto chortled, as she beat the glorious leader of the Shitennou for the 37th time that night.

"Give me a break, Makoto. It's not like I haven't been imprisoned in a darn stone for how long," Kunzite groaned out, supporting an arm.

Makoto gave him a superior look. "Well, if Nephrite was here, he would have once or twice."

"Bully for Nephrite," Kunzite muttered, but Makoto didn't hear, as she was too busy singing Nephrite's praises.

"You know, I think he's the only one who could have matched me blow by blow. And to think I thought him a nerd, since he's always looking at the stars and stuff. Imagine when he was able to take me down on our sparring session! Plus," and Makoto giggled dreamily, "he's way better than my ex-boyfriend. Now he wouldn't have beaten me even once at arm wrestling, and all he wanted to do was eat my cookies. Neph knew how to handle a woman and..."

"Looks like Nephrite got beaten by you over the head a little too much," Kunzite muttered again.

This time, Makoto did hear. "What did you say?"

"I'm just saying! I'm just wondering why Nephrite would choose a girl who could beat him up!"

"You're just jealous because I beat you back in the Silver Millennium! Hah! And I beat you again now! What do you have to say to that?"

"That Nephrite's insane to go with a crazy girl who could ground him to a pulp!"

"How dare you?"

Kunzite was prepared for her to go and attack him for insulting her. Instead, he was surprised at her next words.

"You have no right to insult Nephrite! That right only belongs to me!" Makoto emphasized each word with a resounding slap.

"Ow! Ow! I give, I give!"

"You hear that? You will not insult Neph!" And picking Kunzite bodily, she threw him back to his stone.