"Argh." Makoto put her hands over her ears. "How can you stand this day in, day out Motoki-san?"
"Believe me, it's a challenge Mako-chan. But," he sighed, "You get used to it. I live in the undying hope that one day they may eventually get together and end this war."
A far-away, dreamy look crossed his face. Makoto grinned. "How about we make a little wager then Motoki-san?"
Motoki returned from his reverie. "A wager?" He leaned closer. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, since even Minako-chan, 'Goddess of Love' [AN - Motoki does not know about the Senshi or anything] could not do a thing to bring them together, I suggest we take fate into our own hands."
"Okay then. I bet 500 yen they get together or have kissed at least before Christmas."
Makoto shook her head. "No, that's too soon! I take up your offer, if they meet those before Christmas, I will gladly give you 500 yen! But! I bet it will be around Valentine's Day they get together, or at least kiss."
Motoki held out a hand, which she shook. "Deal."
"What's going on?" Standing above Makoto was the perfect couple. If you looked past the arguing and the insults, they were indeed a perfect match. She was the light to his dark. He was the Prince to her Princess. Both loved each other, but lived in constant denial. This wager was their chance to bring them together.
"Well?"
Makoto and Motoki grinned.
"Nothing."
