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"I, uh, don't think I could do that." Makoto blushed. She let out yet another scream of ecstacy as they both came together. Even Usagi wasn't that bold...

Makoto loved the feel of his body against hers. His skin was so soft. Yet, he was so manly and protective of her. "I am the only one who gets to see you like this." She said, hugging him close.

"I'm glad destiny brought us back together, too. I don't ever want to lose you again." Hell, she didn't want either of them to leave that bedroom ever again, either!

Makoto giggled at his comment about the doctor. "Well, maybe I could make an exception." She teased with a giggle. She kissed him and listened to him continue.

She could tell that he was joking with her and was getting ready to reply with a witty retort, but she stopped herself, realizing that her words might be hurtful when paired with the memories of their past. Instead, she said "Seeing as how your d**k is so huge, I could pick you out of anywhere. All I gotta do is shout 'ITE!!!!!' and you would be at full mast pointed in my direction."

Makoto started laughing hard. "Well I'd be a little less wet if I wasn't completely covered in your j**z!" she exclaimed. "Of course, all i would have to say to you is 'Ite, I want you!' and you would blow up like a fountain thinking about ******** me before you could even get to me!"

"Fantasies?" She pondered. "You know, I havent thought of that. But maybe sometime you could slip a remote controlled toy inside of me while we go out on a date. Or maybe we could do it in a cherry blossom orchard, or a field of flowers while on a picnic." The earlier conversation about doing it in front of the girls had piqued her wild side. "Or maybe we could spar in a dojo. We strip eachother down while fighting and the loser is the one who is naked first. The winner gets to have their way with them..."

"I just dont like being on top because you can work your d**k in me better than i can." she admitted. Then,she leaned up into his ear and whispered in a sultry, commanding voice "But if being dominated is one of your fantasies, that can be arranged.

"So tell me,what are your fantasies...besides ******** me in front of all my friends?"

"Why you gotta be so elusive on your desires?" Makoto playfully pouted. She had gotten enough from him, though, and was already formulating a plan in her head.

She snuggled up to him, heaving a heavy, satisfied sigh. Worn out, she fell fast asleep. But not before saying "I'd live all the sexual fantasies in the world if they involve you. I love you, Ite."

Raindrops pounding on the rooftop. The wind whistled hard outside as the tsunami worked its way through the area. Eight year old Mako Chan was sitting on a bench, staring at her feet while she kicked them in and out. Her hands were on either side of her while she nervously hummed. The grown-ups were talking about something serious. So it was best not to get up and interrupt.

She heard her name as the hushed voices and she instantly stopped humming, leaning her head closer to them as she tried to pick up what they were saying, but she could understand nothing. They were too far. All she could make out was "It was quick. Nobody suffered." and "It will probably be on the news." What were they talking about?

The man in the suit who had been speaking to her aunt and uncle bowed and walked away. They approached Makoto and her aunt knelt down. Taking her hands, she looked into Makoto's eyes and said. "Makoto, sweetie, I'm afraid I have some bad news. The flight your mom and dad were on... There was an accident... They..." She choked up. "They didn't make it. I'm so sorry, honey."

"An... accident? So they're not going to be home today?"

Makoto's aunt shook her head. "No, sweetheart. They're not going to be home today."

"So... When will they be coming home?" Makoto asked. "Is it going to be another week?" She huffed with confusion.

"No, dear. They're never going to come back. They died... in the plane crash. There were no survivors."

"Mommy? Daddy? They're gone?" Makoto asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Yes, Makoto. They are gone. They are never going to make it home."

"But... Mommy..." She broke down in a full out tears burying her face in her hands. Her aunt reached into comfort her but she smacked her away. Why was she taking her mommy and daddy away? They needed to come home and they needed to come home, now. She screamed even louder at the motion saying "Don't touch me!" as she went into hysterics.

Her uncle reached his hand down and slapped her. Falling to the ground, Makoto touched the place where she had been hit. Her aunt just gaped at him in shock as he said. "Your parents are gone. You are alone now and you will always be alone from now on. Get used to it. Now get up."

"Mommy!" Makoto mumbled out loud as a tear dripped down her sleeping face. This wasn't the first time she'd had this dream. She'd dreamt it many times before. Each time, she was a different age. The aunt or uncle in the scene always told her she was unwanted, that nobody would ever love her. She would never find happiness. Now, she was nothing more than a useless girl. The scene of her being told her parents died in real life was somewhat similar to this, which was why she'd had such a hard time getting along with other kids and lived on her own.

The end of this dream got worse, though. There was smoke. Fire enveloped her and all she could do was watch and choke on the smoke as the world burned down around her. She could see pieces of the jet her parents were on. She was suddenly standing in the aisle of the plane. The wings on both sides of her. Seats that were almost all empty, save her parents, who burned a few seats in front of her. "Mommy! Daddy!" She cried. "You got to get up! We need to get out!" The sound of an alarm blared throughout the plane.

Suddenly, Makoto sat up. There really was a fire and the smoke detectors were going off! She shot out of bed suddenly wide awake. There wasn't much smoke in the room. Was it in the apartment? Rushing out to the living room, she immediately noticed the source of the smoke was in the kitchen.

Nariko was standing over a pan, yelling and cursing at it as flames rose to the hood vent. Makoto rushed over and grabbed a lid, throwing it over the pan before tossing it in the sink and turning on the water. The apartment filled with more smoke, but the fire was immediately gone.

"Nariko, what are you trying to do!?" She shouted through the noise.

"I... I was just trying to make breakfast! I didn't know that it was going to catch fire!" She said out of both anger and fear.

"Alright, well lets start opening windows and get this smoke out of here before the fire department shows up!" They opened the apartment door, the windows and fanned the space around the smoke detectors. Soon after, the smoke dissipated and alarms stopped. Heaving a sigh of relief, Makoto sat down on the couch. Suddenly, she realized she was cold... and naked...

"You gonna put something on, or are you going to continue flashing your c** plastered junk at all the neighbors?" Nariko demanded.

Makoto blushed as she realized that she was still, in fact, naked. After a moment, she heaved a sigh. "I'm going to go take a shower. Please clean up the mess. I'll cook breakfast when I get out."

"I already cooked breakfast!" Nariko exclaimed.

"You burnt breakfast."

"Its still edible!" Nariko retorted. "Ite would eat it even though you soaked it in water!"

Makoto got up and walked over to the pan of soaked, charred food and heaved a sigh. "Nariko, this is not edible. Its got no nutritional value left in it. Its charcoal, now."

"But... I worked so hard on it!" The sobs started and tears flew out of Nariko's eyes. "I cook for Ite every day. He would eat it! Wake him up, you'll see!"

"Calm down, Nariko. Its not worth crying over. Ite... Is probably trying to be a good big brother by eating your food. I know that he appreciates the effort you put into what you do for him, but burnt isn't good. Let Ite sleep. When I am out of the shower, I will teach you how to prepare a proper breakfast for Ite. It will be a breakfast that not only will he eat, but he can actually enjoy as well, okay?"

Nariko studied Makoto for a minute, trying to figure out if she wanted to calm down or continue on. Finally, she nooded snd sniffled. "Okay... I know that my cooking sucks. But I just want to be depended on... Like I depend on Ite."

Makoto swooped in and gave Nariko a hug. "You have each depended on one another for a long time. Let go a little and let me help you, okay?"

"Okay...But Makoto..."

"Mmmhmm?"

"Will you please let me go? I really don't want to be covered in my brother's j**z, too."