Someday Out Of The Blue
by: Immeblue
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, nor any of the characters in this fic besides the one you've never seen before.
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The next evening Makoto and Koan were on there way to dine at the hotel restaurant, when Makoto saw little Mako again, this time with a different nanny. Makoto smiled to herself. Good riddance to that other one.
Koan and Makoto weren't seated long before she realized that Ami was in the dining room too. This time Ami was only with one person; a man. Makoto's stomach burned as she figured it could be Ami's husband. The burning soothed as Makoto realized Ami was still Mizuno Ami, only to inflame again when she discerned that didn't mean much.
"Honey, you ok?" Makoto brought her mind back to her own husband. "You look a bit sick."
Makoto looked down at her plate slightly guilty. About what, she wasn't sure.
"Mako?"
The concern in his voice touched her and made her look up. Though it didn't last long as she caught the look in his eyes. They were empty. He looked at his dinner with more desire, more regard, than he did at her. Makoto was hurt but fascinated at the same time. Why hadn't she seen it before? How long has he been doing that? Pretending he cares... She didn't see his hand reach over to grasp hers, but she felt it. Still, fascinated and dumbstruck by her new discovery she continued to stare into his eyes. Maybe some emotion would flicker in them.
"Makoto?" he whispered. "Do you want to go back to the room?"
There it is. The flicker of emotion she wanted to see in his eyes. She was just taken aback at what it was. Annoyance.
Makoto stiffened and withdrew her hand. He's probably annoyed that I'll ruin his dinner, she thought with a touch of sarcasm.
"I'm fine. Lets just enjoy our food."
"Alright," Koan agreed, already continuing with his meal. "If you insist."
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Just before dessert arrived Koan's cell phone rang. From his side of the conversation the situation was apparent. He was urgently needed back at the agency. Makoto had no intention of stopping him from going, and he was surprised that she didn't. He was even more surprised when she didn't offer protest to his suggestion that she stay. They had paid for the room, after all. He was out the door before she had a chance to change her mind. Not that she would have... Makoto knew what he was doing and couldn't find it in her to care anymore. She sat on the bed, leaning back on her arms. Her gaze was fixed on the door. She kept reviewing her emotions, trying to make sense of them... and couldn't seem to find the root of her apathy. Secretly, she was grateful for that. I wonder how long it would take my lawyer to serve him divorce papers.
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