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Jupiter smiled at him, fighting the urge to give her knight a deep kiss in the middle of battle. As he made his comments on the size of his prize, she found herself blushing. Although they had shared a passionate love in the Silver Millenium, she was now a young, inexperienced teenage girl who had only dreamed about the moment she would be rolling between the sheets, giving herself to someone special.

She looked at Nariko. "Are you okay?" she asked.

Nariko started screaming about how the monster had cut her pretty face and how it would pay. "When I find my brother, he's going to kick your a**! He's a champion Olympic Archer and he can put one between your eyes, you creep!" She cried.

"Alright, kiddo. Calm.down and leave it to the pros." She said, turning back to the Youma, who was freaking up to strike again. "Jupiter coconut cyclone!" she cried out, aiming her attack at the Youma. It hit her in the face and sent her sprawling on the ground.

[/]"Starlight honeymoon therapy kiss!" came a cry from behind them. The monster howled on agony, but nothing happened to it. "It didn't work!?" she gasped.

They turned to the Youma Hunter. If Sailor Moon couldn't heal it, there was only one thing left they could do...

Jupiter nodded in understanding. "Supreme Thunder! " She called out.

As they sent the attack towards the Youma, Nariko's eyes widened in disbelief. It looked exactly like Ite's style. She knew it from anywhere. That man wasn't her brother, though... He couldn't be!

The Youma screamed and writhed on the ground during for several minutes (giving the Hunter time to search for his prize) before it finally withered and dissolved into a dark, silvery powder that Jupiter recognized all too well.

"Moon dust?" her and Sailor Moon said in confusion. Sailor Moon bent down and inspected some of the powder closely.

"It's like... Before we fought Beryl..." she observed.

"Maybe these monsters of the day aren't possessing people..." Jupiter pondered aloud. What was going on?

Sailor Moon went over to check on Nariko, but she had already taken her leave. Not even a thank you to them for saving her life. They changed back to their normal forms. "Three Youma in less than 24 hours..." Usagi said quietly. "Get some rest, you two." She added as she turned towards home.

"We have our work cut out for us." Makoto replied. "Goodnight, Usagi." She looked to the Youma Hunter. "Let's go home." She said to him "You must be hungry, after all."

Makoto had listened to the Hunter's words. He was still stuck on the times of the Silver Millenium for sure. She briefly remembered how he took pieces of the Youma he killed to the former Queen and how the queen had given him praise for his work.

Makoti shook her head quickly and Usagi took the hint. "It's not necessary anymore." Usagi had said before she left. She was thoroughly disgusted with the notion of his proof.

"We don't need verification that you completed your duties." Makoti reassured him. "These are different times. People are more sensitive to those things. In fact, we do our best to hide our work as well as who we are. Otherwise, people become fearful of what's going on. That's why we transform into our Senshi forms when it's time to fight and change back when the battle ends, making sure that nobody sees us when we do change." She explained.

When he asked if she was a good cook, she took his hand and grinned. "You will have to see." She said, leading him to her apartment. She got the feeling that her beloved Youma Hunter would eat anything. She hoped he would be able to savor her food, and not treat it as a survival necessity.

Makoto showed the Hunter into her apartment. "Make yourself at home." she said as she closed the door. "You can look around if you'd like." She added.

She stepped into the kitchen and started pulling things out of the fridge. She put some rice on the cooker and placed a cast iron skillet on the stove to heat up.

As Makoto began to prepare their meal, she found herself absent mindedly humming to herself. It was a song that she had always hummed, but was nothing that ever played on the radio. Yet, it was somehow familiar to her. It was a song she had frequently sang to in the Silver Millenium. The song she skated to on that fated day that the Youma Hunter and she had met. It had later on became their song. She'd never sang the words before, but as she continued cooking, they quietly began to pour from her mouth.

"And as we dance the night away. Our hearts become entangled to the day. Binding each other as one. Beating to a tune that we both know. Soaring us high up into the sky. Never even knowing we could fly. Together in this world just you and I. We circle in this moment-" unable to sing the rest of the tune, Makoto became quiet and contently continued her cooking.

The house had filled with the scent of sukiyaki. The meal was almost ready, so she started setting the table for the two.

"Thank you." Makoto said. "Dinner is almost ready. Go wash your hands and face while I set the table, please." She gestured towards the bathroom and pulled some dishes out of the cupboard after placing a small kettle of tea on the stove to boil.

She scooped the rice into 2 perfectly round mounds in two floral bowls, setting them on opposite sides of the table. Next, she placed a hotpad in the middle of the table and put the sukiyaki skillet in the middle. She then searched her utensil drawer for the perfect chopsticks to place. She found a pair that complimented the floral rice bowls and put them down. As she finished setting the table, the tea whistled. She pulled out a set of teacups and filled them at the table, placing the tea kettle next to the sukiyaki.

Although her attention to detail may seem a little over the top to some, Mako found it natural. Every meal should be the best. She would accept no less from herself. Pleased with her presentation, she took her place at the table and smiled. "Nothing beats a home cooked meal after fighting perverted Youma!" she quipped.

Makoto blushed. "You know, I don't really feel like a princess here." she admitted. "Sure, I was once one in the Silver Millenium. But we put so much effort into protecting Usagi that I feel like nothing more than a senshi."

She watched as the Hunter ate. "You can relax here. We're as safe as it can get. If anyone decides to attack, they'd come through the door most likely. You already scoped the rest of the place out. They weren't in the living room, the kitchen or my panty drawer." She winked. Although she had been contentedly cooking, she had heard the creek that loved in her panty drawer several times as he opened and closed it earlier.

As Makoto finished her dinner, she took up the dishes. "What can you do to repay me?" She pondered. "Make me your wife someday!" she teased.

"Really, though. My happiness comes from knowing you enjoyed it." she smiled.

"Oh, no. It's not like that at all!" Makoto insisted. "Being friends with Usagi makes me happy. She brings a light that I was missing before I met her. If you got to know her, you'd see it too. I've been much happier since she came into my life. But I'd be lying if the endless battles didn't take a toll on me. I mean, I'm in high school and I've had so much growing up I've had to do. I love on my own and I have to help keep the planet safe." Makoto realized she was rambling on and stopped.

"Anyways, I was more or less teasing you a moment ago. Although we lived a previous life together, I don't really know you. I wouldn't expect to have all that so soon. I'd be lying if I didn't feel completely infatuated with you, though. All of those memories... They hit me as if they were recent. I feel like I've known you my whole life even though I really haven't. One step at a time for sure, and I'd never ask you to do something that might make you feel taken advantage of once you are conscious as both the Youma Hunter and your civilian form."

Makoto wanted to reassure him that she didn't see him as half a man. The truth was, though that he was at least semi-correct. He had to fully connect with himself before they could really go anywhere with this. And she wanted desperately to help him. "Have you thought of changing back?" she asked. "I don't know if it will work, but it may be worth a try? What do you think?"