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Snatched-Rewrite	By : AquaTonic Category: Sailor Moon > Crossovers Views: 2815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two

Makoto impatiently sat in the grand hotel room flicking through the channels on a large flat screen TV but finally turned it off and tossed the controller onto the neatly made king size bed. She’d been up for hours, hit the complimentary gym, went for a relaxing swim, sat in the sauna, went over her notes for the meeting, and was dressed for the day. Yet, the clock showed it was barely past 6 o’clock; even with the time zone change, she couldn’t believe she was up at 4am. Letting out another sigh, Makoto grabbed her purse and slipped into some black flats to see if she could find somewhere open for breakfast.
She was glad her lawyer flew in immediately and delivered the few items she’d requested. Serenity had been relieved when she called that afternoon, retelling the events and assuring she was fine. The Queen’s musical voice gave her advice, letting her know that if she needed to leave, she would be more than happy to send someone to escort her home. Makoto had smiled and said she would let Serenity know if she needed any help. Her employees were happy to hear from her, she masked the events as a misunderstanding and that she would be taking the next few days off.
This is the test, Makoto thought to herself as she took the silver elevator to the main lobby. If I can leave the business in their hands for a few days, then I can vacation for a week.
She longed to have a break, having worked through every season and started a small green house in the back to keep a small supply of plants through the winter. When it snowed back home, people tended to gravitate to warm tea houses or coffee shops. Her little flower shop felt abandoned and she’d look out the large display window at the cold flakes floating down.
Walking through the quiet lobby, she gazed at the finery surrounding her. She never would have dreamed of spending a night in a fancy hotel, its décor singing of money. Golden crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, boasted expensive pieces of art work, and high end furniture. Room service was the best she’d tasted using fresh, high quality produce and meats. A part of her wanted to order in this morning but knew she needed to get out and think. Already, she was tallying how much it was costing her to stay even though the Briefs were paying the bill. She didn’t want to owe them anything, especially if she decided to back out at the last minute.
Makoto paused when she spotted Trunks by the fireplace casually reading in a tall backed red chair, his large frame dwarfing the delicate piece. Irritation crossed her mind and slowly subsided as she accepted her fate. For the next few months she’d be seeing him twice a week, if not more depending on negotiations for their engagement. Makoto still felt naïve that she’d accepted an engagement to a stranger just to learn how to fly. But, it would be very beneficial for all the senshi if they needed to get to their towers quick to protect the city.
It was one of the main reasons their residences weren’t far from the towers as a precaution. If something were to happen, their towers would boost their powers together to encase the city in a protective shell.
Stopping in front of him, Makoto set a hand on a jutted hip. “What are you doing here?”
Trunks folded the newspaper and placed it on a cherry wood side table.
“Taking you to breakfast,” he answered matter-of-factly. Makoto let out an exasperated sigh.
“I’d like to go alone,” she stated, watching something dark flicker in his icy blues. Trunks pushed to his feet, it felt odd having a woman turn him down, which was a rare occurrence.
“I’ll get you a cab,” he offered, leading Makoto out of the lobby. She accepted, watching his posture turn a little stiff. When the yellow and black cab pulled up, he’d opened the door but Makoto paused before getting in.
“Look,” she began, gently touching his hand resting on the top of the open door. “This whole situation is…weird, and I’m used to being on my own. Give me some time to warm up to everything.”
Trunks understood and watched the cab bobble off.
Makoto casually sipped coffee from an ivory and gold cup, gazing out the large windows overlooking Satan City. She tuned out the lawyers negotiating the fine terms of the contract and prenuptials. The quiet early breakfast she wanted was interrupted by a call from her lawyer Nia, wanting to have a private meeting to go over the contract she’d just received. It had been grueling and Makoto thought about backing out of it more than once. She had no ties to these people, any social obligations, or business negotiations. If she wanted to be spiteful, she could interrupt their possible expansion into Crystal Tokyo and get the husband in trouble. But she knew nothing would come of it, how could they possibly punish someone with that kind of power?
She shivered at the idea, feeling she didn’t know the half of it. Last night she stayed up late researching her potential fiancé and was surprised how much he came up in the press. Already this morning she’d seen their picture entering the hotel displayed on a magazine stand asking “Who Is With Satan City’s Most Eligible Bachelor?” This was something she didn’t need, and hoped the press wouldn’t be bothering her flower shop. It wasn’t good for business, and sometimes people wanted their privacy. She wanted her privacy.
“She’s a princess?” Makoto perked at Bulma’s shocked tone and felt a sly smile creep up. Nia suggested using her title to its full advantages, hoping it would sway in their favor.
“For her years of loyalty and service, the Queen granted a title and parcel of land near the Emerald Tower,” Nia provided. “Mr. Briefs will need to adhere to a few guidelines.”
Makoto watched the two page addendum slide across the table, feeling a smirk inside. It covered mandatory functions, community service, and behavior. A few of the tabloids Makoto found of Trunks included some risqué situations like being spotted at a party where police were called, and visiting with unsavory women. Makoto knew she couldn’t have that associated with her reputation or title. While she knew some of the tabloids were just rumors, she didn’t want to take the chance if something was true. He had a solid reputation as a business man and participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament, two positive attributes she found interesting.
A part of her wanted to ask where he learned his skill but she was going to save that topic for another time. Ogling over his shirtless pictures had been entertaining, she had no idea how someone could get so many chiseled muscles that put muscle building competitors to shame.
“Now onto a lighter topic, the wedding,” Nia began once the addendum was agreed to and added into the pile. “My client does not agree with the time frame since it interferes with her business, a counter option is after August.”
“This September,” Bulma pushed. Nia looked to Makoto, watching her give a solemn nod. “I also want them to live together.”
Makoto snapped her focus on Bulma, scrunching her brow. “No, that’s pushing it.”
“You’ll both be working, Trunks works late a lot of the time and if we are going to expand into Tokyo, he will be working a lot of hours,” Bulma explained.
“Or I could refuse the entire deal,” Makoto countered, prepared to leave.
“Alternate weekends,” Trunks proposed. “It will give us a glimpse of the other’s habits which will make marriage easier. After a month, we will transition at our pace.”
“I agree to that,” Makoto replied and leaned back into her chair. This meeting was grueling and she wished nothing more than to be out in the fields with her roses. It was a month until Serenity and Chibi-usa’s birthday, and the Rose Festival. There was so much work to be done, and to get the bidding started on her flowers. There was no doubt someone would buy the lot but it still made her nervous if her competitors were also splicing. Did they announce a new color or pattern?
Pulling out her phone under the table, Makoto quickly searched for any news when she suddenly heard someone clear their throat. Looking up like a deer caught in the headlights, she slid her phone back in her tan slacks.
“I’m glad this boring you,” the Brief’s lawyer sneered across the large wood table.
“It is,” Makoto admitted and took to her feet. “Nia will be able to handle this without me, if there are any questions feel free to call me.”
Moving out of the stuffy conference room, Makoto wanted to race to the elevator to leave this place behind. Pacing her long steps, she made it across the room of cubicles in record timing and pressed the silver button, watching it light up blue.
“I’d like to give you a tour, if you don’t mind,” a familiar baritone warmed behind her. Makoto glanced over her rosy knitted cardigan and stuffed her hands in the pockets.
“That would be nice,” she said, moving into the elevator as his casual dressed form followed. “What do you do here?”
“We have a team of inventors and scientists on staff,” Trunks explained, relaxing a bit. “Each floor has its own team working on a project, which can range from inventing new projects to improving older models my grandfather started.”
The elevator dinged and brought them to the main entrance, a place Makoto found bustling with parents and children. Moving past a secretary and guard, Trunks lead her to the main foyer. Child excitedly stood in line as parents paid for the tickets, the desk offering multiple options: admission to the museum, touring the capsule production line, and an astronomy theater. The main museum was interactive for children, letting them see how basic things worked like rain clouds, the water drainage system, toilets, sewer systems, electronic devices, old computers, electricity conduction, space exploration, the human body, environments, and ecosystems.
It was amazing, and Makoto knew one of these interactive learning centers could be beneficial to their own community.
“Do you plan on bringing this to Crystal Tokyo too?” she asked, finding a somber gaze when she looked up. Had he been watching her the entire time? A blush immediately pushed up and she looked away to pretend something else caught her eye.
“I hope to, unless there’s already a museum like this,” he revealed, touching her elbow gently. “There’s a new section we’re unveiling next year that I think you’ll like.”
Leading her through a closed off section and down a dimly lit hall, Makoto felt her interest piqued. What could his company be working on that she would like? Blinking at the sudden brightness of the door opening, Makoto stepped outside and felt her breath catch. It was beautiful, and something she didn’t expect at all. It was a glass arbitrarium; the landscape was still being completed as a few workers bent over adding new plants. Taking the lead, Makoto slowly walked down the wide cobbled path way that could fit children and strollers going in two different directions.
In front of each plant, the scientific name was neatly etched into a plaque as well as large informational board that boasted about the plants in each section. Reaching the center, a large ivory gazebo stood erected with a light blue flowered ivy wrapping around the posts. Curious, she ducked in to see the top made of rod iron, green stems and branches wrapped every orifice as the tiny jasmine flowers gazed down. In the center, a tiny glass ball hung in the top.
“It’s a work in progress,” Trunks began, the ball beginning to light up at his voice. “A single musician will be in the center, perhaps a violinist and alternate between a flutist and cellist.”
Pulling out his phone, Trunks began a piece of music that Makoto immediately recognized as her friend Michiru Kaiou. The music made the ball glow, and soon the center of the jasmine burst a soft golden light. If the room was darkened, it would look like hundreds of tiny stars in a clear night sky.
“It’s amazing,” Makoto whispered, feeling her hand pressed against her white blouse at the breathtaking display. She’d never seen anything like it, wondering how it was made possible. Were they fake? Were lights installed in the centers? The soft fragrance they gave seemed so real.
“I brought you here for a reason Miss Kino,” Trunks began, watching her slowly pry her eyes from the flowers and turn to him. Shoving a hand in his slacks, Trunks pulled out a neatly crafted black metal and glass box. Pressing a button on the side, the lid popped open and pushed the red velvet center up. Cradled in the middle sat a square emerald surrounded by small white diamonds on a platinum band.
Makoto felt her breathe catch as she looked at the jewelry, taken by surprise. This was moving fast, too fast and she felt like she was suffocating. Watching his large form move to one knee, Makoto froze. Her palms were sweaty and feet felt rooted to the spot.
“Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” The question hung in the stagnant air, and Makoto didn’t know what to say. This would have been a picture perfect engagement story, had they knew each and fell in love. The scenery was gorgeous and the light display breathtaking. But this isn’t what she imagined would happen, least of all this soon.
“You don’t even know me,” her voice shakily answered and rubbed moist palms on her pants. Trunks licked his lips nervously, still kneeling before her.
“I don’t, but I thought this,” he began, gesturing to the scenery, “would make for a great engagement story.”
Makoto swallowed, and decided to play along. He went through all this work to bring her out here and try to give her a romantic engagement story even though it was an arrangement. Letting out a breath she’d been holding, she finally produced a wavering hand and felt the cold ring slide onto the proper finger. A part of her couldn’t believe it, and felt so official. By the end of the day it would be when they signed the revised contracts and left for Crystal Tokyo tomorrow. What would her friends say? Would they understand?
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Makoto did the only thing she knew how to do in times like these. “I need to buy a few gifts before we leave, would you care to show me around?”
“I’d like that, anything in particular you’re looking for?” he asked, leading her toward an exit.
“Something fit for a queen and princess,” Makoto offered. There was nothing like shopping to make her feel better.
Trunks watched his soon-to-be bride down a shot of whiskey as they relaxed in a pub after hours of shopping; the trunk of his car full with clothing bags and toys from the toy shop. She looked relaxed after the spending spree, ordering another drink and a few appetizers to share.
“I guess we can count this as our first date?” she asked with a smirk, bringing another shot glass to her lips. Trunks chuckled and moved a nervous palm through lavender strands.
“I would think so,” he replied, watching her set the small glass down and order another. “Are you sure you should be drinking so much?”
A frown wrinkled her beautiful face, a newly manicured finger touching the rim of her refilled shot glass.
“Maybe, but isn’t there a reason to celebrate?” Makoto asked, the light catching off her new ring. “Satan City’s most eligible bachelor is off the market.”
Trunks couldn’t help the chuckle rumbling in his chest at her sly choice of words. They would probably be in the headlines again tomorrow, something he couldn’t stop. Lifting his own glass, Trunks watched the pink-cheeked female lift her for a toast.
“To a great courtship and new beginnings,” he said, watching her give a small smile before draining the contents of her glass. Setting it down, Makoto rubbed her hands together as three different plates were placed before them holding nachos, mozzarella sticks, street tacos, and a chicken quesadilla. Trunks watched her carefully plate the assortments, taking a bit less and giving him the bigger portion.
“I didn’t ask you before,” Makoto started, feeling her liquid courage working. “But what made you agree to all of this besides a busy lifestyle?”
Trunks was a little taken by the question and swallowed his bite.
“My father hates everyone but he likes you,” Trunks started, watching her brows rise. “So, I thought it was a sign. I’ve refused the last few dates since my mom thinks I just need some arm candy to decide to settle down.”
Makoto couldn’t help but giggle. “Wow, that must be a lot of pressure.”
“What about your parents?” Trunks probed, watching her happy face darken a bit.
“I’m sure they would have wanted to best for me,” she stated, pushing up a thoughtful smile. “When I was in junior high, they were in a plane crash.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Trunks tried to recover, having missed that info in his quick background check. She gave him a smile and touched his hand soothingly.
“You didn’t know, it was a lot time ago,” she comforted and slowly took her hand back to eat. “How long have you been training for tournaments?”
Trunks felt his chest swell at the topic, glad for a change to something lighter.
“I started training as a child,” he said, retelling Makoto stories from his youth and the first time competing. Makoto was enamored by his stories, watching how animated he became recalling the past. It was no wonder he was built, years of training were engrained and ran through his blood from the looks of his father. A part of her wanted to spar with him but if he could fly too, she wondered what else he was capable of. The more she thought about it, the more she thought this match would work in the favor of Crystal Tokyo. He said there were others, so perhaps their union could keep a safe balance between the two factions.
Feeling her phone vibrate, Makoto excused herself to answer Nia.
“Miss Kino, everything is set. Are you ready to go over the terms before signing?” she asked, an edge to her tone.
“Is something wrong?” Makoto questioned, finding it odd at the concern from her lawyer.
“No, I am just concerned for you. I never thought I would be mitigating an arrangement like this for you,” Nia admitted. Makoto couldn’t help but smile and know it was completely out of character.
“Me either,” she admitted and looked over her shoulder at the handsome man sitting at the bar waiting for her. “We’ll be on our way, see you in a bit.”
Hanging up, Makoto knew she wanted one more drink before they left. This was one of the biggest decisions she’d ever made and hoped it wouldn’t be one she would regret.
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