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With eyes closed, his hands clenched the chair's back again and replied to Hisaki, "Yeah, a real killer." He lifted his hands from the back and patted her head, in a playful manner, with his right hand as he made his way to the door. along the way he waved bye to the cats and while attaching his sword to his back he spoke again. "I'll be back little after seven for our date. See you then." Makoto made sure to duck a bit as he left and left Hisaki for the day. with each step along the outside of the apartment building Makoto's smile grew wider and wider.

While in town Makoto took a good amount of time to just meander the city searching for this restaurant he said he knew of. It had been months since he was in this city, and he really didn't spend time in the higher end portion of Konoha. After about two hours of searching he managed to find the place he was thinking of.

The reservation was easier then to be expected. A little cash in the palms of people like the book keeper went a long way. It didn't hurt that Makoto was more then gifted in persuading people by various means.

The tux was slightly more challenging, as things like that take more then a day. But again with enough money, and negotiating skills the imposable turns into something merely waiting to be picked up before the night.

As the day stretched into the afternoon Makoto rested for the night and took care of one final piece of the evening. He only knew of one flower shop in Konoha. The last time he went into the place he felt uneasy and disliked the woman who helped him with his purchase. Now, when he returned he felt more in control, and other things. The woman's obvious attractiveness didn't phase him this time. Something had changed. Like he had given into a side of him that could handle the uneasy emotions this woman made him feel and negate the effect.

Emotions? For a Mist ninja? Maybe this was what it took to truly aid his country and become better. To kill all emotions. Makoto pondered this as he purchased the corsage. With only a few hours left before the time of the date Makoto found a more then secluded spot in a mildy forest area to go over the plan he had made. He knew the place he was going, and how to get there. More importantly he cleaned up and prepared for the night so he would have the chance to accomplish his mission. Securing his sword and most of his gear he went for his final errant before picking up Hisaki.

Makoto picked up, and put on the tux, the flower from the shops fridge he left with them and proceeded to Hisaki's apartment. Where he again knocked on her door.

Seeing her this way Makoto felt dumbfounded and lost whatever over the top line he had in his head that he worked out before getting to her door. The next words he spoke felt real, to him at least, and were how he felt. "No..its fine. Better then fine. Hisaki, you looks...amazing." An awkward smile came to his face and the slight grip he had on the corsage's box weakened enough for it to fall. The sound of it brought him back to reality and he quickly squatted to get it back.

With box in hand he proceeded to open it, while speaking to her, "I thought you should have this for tonight..." And with that he pinned it on her, in the typical spot of just below and to the left of her neck line. "I'm sorry it doesn't match your kimono. But it still looks pretty on you." The white flower did stick out a little, but complimented Hisaki more then anything. Taking a step back and reaching out his left hand, with the palm facing downward, Makoto responded to what Hisaki asked, with another smile on his face.

"Yes, we shall. Can I have your arm?"

Linking his arm with hers at the elbow Makoto took her to his side, and him to hers. The walked down her apartment complexes stairs and through the streets of Konoha to the restaurant. The evening sun brought change in the city of Konoha, as the lights of rooftops and ramen shops illuminated their path. It was a very charming scene.

"So the Hokage made you get this? I should thank her." Other then that Makoto really didn't speak much else. About half way to their destination Makoto couldn't help but glance at Hisaki.

Coming to the doors of the elegant restaurant Makoto paused and held onto Hisaki a little tighter then before. Before stepping in he turned his head and tried to reassure her. "Hey try not to feel so awkward. You're with me, and it'll be alright. Trust me."

With that he headed in and after confirming the reservation they were seated in a table a little ways off from the middle of the floor. Makoto was a gentleman and pulled Hisaki's chair out. The waiter was polite and would return to take orders momentarily. The menu contained higher ends foods, and some foreign dishes aswell.

"So any idea what you'll be having?" He said as he took a sip of water.

"You're not plain. You're just right. Hisaki, I think your beautiful......" Looking longily at her Makoto sighed somewhat. Wanting to diffuse the situation, in order to regain control of it, Makoto inquired as to her dinning selection. "So wait, how strict is this diet? do you only eat white rice and water?" he laughed at the question himself, though the thought of such a thing made him genuinely smile as it made him think of a great man he admired.

The waiter returned and took their orders. Makoto was having a fish steak. He took Hisaki's order and was surprised with it somewhat, as it was out of the ordinary. With the two of them alone again Makoto continues the conversation from before. "So I take it wine is excluded from this diet?" Makoto had started playing with his butter knife, spinning it slowly around every finger and then working it back to the top of his hand to start over. This was discrete for the most part, except for the immediate company. "So tell me about this promotion. Will you be leading a team of your own now?"

"Well you take care of yourself on those 'dangerous' missions." Still playing with the knife Makoto rested his head on his free left hand and closed his eyes for a moment. "So do you have any questions for me? Don't feel this is any kind of interrogation."