SPOILER WARNING: This is based heavily on scenes from Acts 31, 41, and 46.
Don't read if you don't want to be surprised! This takes place sometime after
the Final Act. But as the Special Act hasn't come out yet, this story is definitely
my version of how Motoki and Makoto develop their relationship. Many thanks
to Shingetsu and TV-Nihon for their transcripts and subtitles!
Miracle of Fate
Another thunderstorm, another lonely evening. It was the kind of
night that was perfect for wearing the warm, cherished forest green
muffler. That was yet another reason Motoki’s partiality to the damp,
chilly weather had grown.
The window was a dark, gaping rectangle that occasionally lit up
with the brilliance of lightning. He stood there now, forehead against the
cool black glass all but oblivious to the pounding rhythm of the unseen rain.
The muffler coiled around his neck like a snug serpent, subdued under his
hand that held onto the end draped over his shoulders.
Invariably, his mind drifted to her, as it always did during a
Her name vibrated off the walls of his mind like the thunder
rolling out of the sky. By now, her face and features were a permanent
picture in his mind’s eye. He could recognize her tall, lithe figure and
gamine smile in the midst of a sea of people. Or, at least, he liked to
believe he would have been able to see Mako-chan in the sailor-suited
soldier known as Sailor Jupiter, even if he hadn’t been first-hand
observer to the transformation.
No, it hadn’t really shaken the foundations of his beliefs when
he first witnessed her transformation. Shocked him, certainly. Who
wouldn’t be stunned to hear four simple words turn into one mind-
boggling light and laser show resulting in the transformation of a
Jupiter Power, Make Up.
He never could have imagined hating four short words like he did
those. At times like this, when he was alone, with the thunder and
lightning blatantly reminded him of her, he couldn’t help but loathe
that one phrase. The words threw up an invisible barrier between them.
They gave Mako-chan special powers and a civic responsibility.
She turned into a goddess in her alternate identity--- not that
she wasn’t a goddess as her everyday self. But as a soldier for justice,
she was the embodiment of victory and strength. As he had watched her
shout the words that one time, it all fell into place. The reason she
had not returned his feelings that day by the river…
He had been nervous, but more confident than ever that he had a
fighting chance with Mako-chan. She had gone out on a movie date with
him, after all. Alright, so maybe he hadn’t been as confident when she
tried repeatedly to end the date immediately after the movie. So maybe
it had been more impatience or a burning need to put an end to any more
wondering whether Mako-chan felt the same.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about you,” he had finally managed to
get the words out. “Ever since you gave this muffler to me…”
He watched her nervously, and heard his heartbeat become a
muffled thumping in his ears that threatened to drown out her words. She
seemed stunned and hesitant, but she spoke firmly.
“I’m sorry,” Makoto said, swiftly turning around to avoid his
gaze, so he wouldn’t see the regret on her own. “I don’t feel that way
at all. I’m not at all feminine, not like you think. I’m at my best when
I’m fighting. A lot of people at school are even afraid of me.”
He wanted to deny her claims. “Mako-chan.”
As if his interruption fueled her argument, she whirled around
to face him again. “I don’t think it’s going to work out. It may be
disappointing, but you should quit while you’re ahead.”
Her insistent tone made him lower his gaze in defeat.
Makoto continued on, unknowingly rubbing salt in the wound.
“You’re asking for the impossible.”
He could take it no more, and steeled himself to rebound; it was
“Mako-chan,” he said, forcing a smile on his face. “I
He let out a small sound, a half-laugh, half-cry.
“What can I say? I’m beaten. I’ve never received such a thorough
refusal before,” he said over his shoulder, now that he faced the river
rather than Makoto.
“Motoki-kun.” He could hear the concern in her voice.
“But,” he cut her off, turning around again. “I feel relieved to have
gotten it off my chest.”
He nodded to emphasize his statement.
Was that how he would leave her? No, he couldn’t leave without
first acknowledging his steadfast sentiments.
“One more thing,” Motoki said. “I still think you’re a wonderful
young woman, Mako-chan.”
It seemed there was no hope at the end of that day. And yet, the
days directly after did not breed any awkward moments with Makoto. She
still flashed a brilliant smile along with her Crown pass. She still
inquired after the goings-on in his life. She still bantered and
exchanged small talk with him like an old friend.
A small seed of hope began to take root inside of Motoki.
Then came that fateful day when Ami-chan arrived in front of the
counter at the arcade, beaming a smile the Cheshire cat would have
“A new species of turtle has been spotted near the children’s
building,” she announced.
He should have known she was up to something, but Motoki heard
nothing else past the word “kame”.
And so, he had been there with Mako-chan when the strange
occurrences began. People on the street began to suddenly faint dead
away, and frightening creatures appeared to terrorize innocent citizens.
They had just found Shouta, the missing boy from the children’s
community center amidst the chaos of the city.
Fortunately, Shouta-kun had only been hiding in a tree. With a
little coaxing and a lot of scrapes and sweating, Motoki managed to
rescue him. He had almost jumped for joy when he turned to see Makoto’s
unguardedly warm gaze focused on him. He even let himself believe there
was unambiguous affection in the way Mako-chan lightly blotted the sweat
from his brow. The next good sign from the heavens had definitely been
the turtle song. It was always good karma when you had something in
common with the girl’s father, even if it was only a preference for a
childhood nursery rhyme.
It was simply his lousy luck that the youma chose that moment to
attack, as if to save him from getting his hopes too high. Motoki was no
match for the group of grotesque beings and not much in the way of
defense for Mako-chan and Shouta-kun. He lay sprawled on the grass at
the foot of the tree, beaten once again--- this time physically, and
Makoto had no recourse but to transform.
“Jupiter Power! Make Up!”
He had fought out of the well of pain he was in when the
flashing light and glittering radiance filled his vision. He had
forgotten the smarting aches all over his body when Sailor Jupiter stood
in Mako-chan’s place. It was her face, her body. But everything else was
all wrong, all different.
And then wrong became right as he watched Sailor Jupiter battle
the youma. Fearlessly. Instinctively. Expertly. She wielded lightning
from the sky with a twist of her arms.
It was over, just like that. Waning afternoon turned to dusky
evening, and the youma were vanquished.
He could do nothing but stare, wide-eyed, mouth slightly agape,
She swallowed, unsure of how to begin. “Motoki-kun… I…”
“I am definitely surprised,” Motoki cut in with a dry laugh. It
seemed like he would always be saving her from the awkwardness of
explanations. “You’re like a champion of justice…”
“No… not exactly,” she said softly. “But I have to keep fighting
enemies like the ones you saw. That’s why…”
She trailed off, and her meaning was clear. It cut into Motoki
like a jagged shard of glass, but still he forced a cheery grin and
“I understand,” he said, his smile faltering.
He watched her in wretched silence as she turned and jogged
away, continuing on her mission of justice.
It was almost like trying to reach an asymptote. One step
forward, two steps back. Those four short words made her unattainable.
Although at the bottom of his heart, he had never given up nor changed
his feelings, he had also hardened himself for almost certain
disappointment. It was not his right to demand the unspoken feelings be
brought to the surface, not when the safety of innocent people was at
stake. How could one such as her, someone extraordinary and destined for
greater things, be paired with an insignificant nobody like him? He
would only interfere with her duty.
Motoki, being Motoki, presented a carefree persona to the world
at large. Inside, he railed at fate for doing such a thing to both of
them. There was nothing else he could do. Still, he was grateful that
they were good friends, that fate had put them on the earth at the same
time to live their lives.
She had accepted his lucky turtle charm even after her secret
was out. She had said she liked it, even. That was enough for him, for
now. Such thoughts were what drove him onward with his days and brought
a cheerful mien to his face.
Underneath it all, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, about
her alternate identity and what it meant. The thunder and lightning
would now forever remind him of her. If the sky suddenly became
overcast, he wondered if she was nearby, and if she was safe from any
harm she might have put herself into.
One day, he realized that his fears for her safety and self-
imposed solitude were somewhat exaggerated. Mako-chan wasn’t quite as
alone as he thought. He had noticed it before, that there seemed to be a
special bond between the girls that visited Crown Karaoke regularly.
They were together more and more frequently. There was also a certain
sense of purpose and seriousness in each of the girls’ speech and
actions. The conjecture that the other girls who gathered at Crown
Karaoke were also soldiers of justice lay at the back of his mind like a
niggling worm, until yet another fateful day.
It had been soon after Motoki had first witnessed Mako-chan’s
transformation, and it was Nefurin, of all people, who confirmed it.
Ah, Nefurin. Nephikichi-kun. His was an entirely different story.
Oh, he wasn’t a bad sort--- simply misunderstood and always
short of temper. The latter was definitely an impediment to earning his
salary, but with someone like Motoki keeping an eye on him, Nefurin had
slowly been learning to adjust. It was during one such supportive moment
when Nefurin substantiated Motoki’s suspicions.
Nefurin was going to commit certain courtship suicide by buying
a set of water buffalo horns for Ami-chan. How could Motoki not step in?
Just because his own love-life was lacking didn’t mean others’ had to,
not if he could help it.
So they had returned to the vendor on the street where Motoki
had purchased the turtle charm for Makoto, in order to choose a gift for
Ami. Motoki was almost positive that Nefurin had a soft spot regarding
Ami-chan. Still, he certainly hadn’t shelled out two thousand yen so
that Nefurin could spend it on animal parts. And Ami-chan didn’t deserve
a gift like that, no matter how unpalatable her burnt cookies had
“Nefurin, ah, I don’t think Ami-chan is interested in things
like that,” Motoki began.
“What would you know?” Nefurin retorted, busily polishing the
horns. “I must give her something in return for her food.”
“If you could call it that,” Motoki muttered under his breath.
He sighed, resigned, and said more loudly, “Girls go for cuter, more
At that, Nephrin perked up. “Girls? Yes, that’s right… Ami is a
Motoki nodded energetically. “They like cute things. Let’s go!”
Two blocks down and five minutes later, the two young men were
in a pet store, gazing down into an aquarium filled with turtles.
“Cute and loving, perfect for Ami-chan,” Motoki declared.
Nefurin’s skeptical gaze was certainly no mirror of Motoki’s
rapt one. Even as he opened his mouth to let out a stinging retort,
Nefurin spotted a small movement out of the corner of his eye. It had
been the aquatic flip of a wispy fin. He turned to focus on the
opalescent glint of scales through the underwater light in a nearby
aquarium tank. The sign underneath it read, “Cyprinus Carpio, Butterfly
By this time, Motoki had noticed Nefurin’s wandering attention,
and stood in front of the fish tank, inspecting the sinuous movements of
Nefurin pressed his fingers against the cool glass. “I will take
Motoki raised an eyebrow at that. “Why not a turtle? Fish have
no feet, they’re not fun.”
He received a withering sideways glance for his remark.
“It’s perfect for her, for her powers. A creature of water,”
Nefurin murmured, more to himself than Motoki.
“Eh? Powers? A creature of water?” Motoki was puzzled, but it
hit him the next minute. “No! Don’t tell me Ami-chan is just like Mako-
chan… I had suspected the other girls ever since I saw Mako-chan tra---”
He halted in mid-sentence, not sure whether he should reveal the secret
to Nefurin, and let out a small, nervous laugh.
Nefurin gave him a piercing stare and did not speak for a
moment. “So, you know,” he finally said.
Motoki’s jaw dropped, never expecting his suspicions to be
verified. “You mean… so it’s true? The other girls, Usagi-chan, Ami-
chan, Rei-chan… Even the strange little one, Luna?”
Nefurin gave a small nod and moved away, saying no more, leaving
Motoki standing rooted to the spot to mull over the unexpected truth.
Finally, he came to a conclusion.
“So, at least she isn’t alone in her fight,” Motoki said,
looking up to see Nefurin holding a plastic bag filled with water and
the butterfly koi.
Nefurin watched the movements of the fish intently and agreed
with Motoki. “They have each other. You don’t have to worry about her.
They… are special,” he admitted, giving Motoki a knowing look.
Motoki flushed and let out a small embarrassed laugh. “No matter
how strong she is, I can’t help but worry. It’s ridiculous, I know. I
can’t do anything, while she--- she…”
There was silence for a moment, as Nefurin seemed to absorb his
words. The expression on his face said that he understood exactly how
Motoki felt, and he did not like it one bit. But how could Nefurin be in
the same position? Unless…
But then Nefurin let out a derisive laugh.
“Idiot!” he said, breaking the strained tension in the air.
They had left it at that.
Time passed, and Motoki knew that the clandestine activities of
the girls were declining. He no longer saw them gathering at the Crown
with somber faces, nor did he see them suddenly rushing out to
who-knew-where without a backward glance at him behind the counter.
His relationship with Makoto remained steadfast. He would still
occasionally share a meal with Mako-chan, or catch a movie. But he was
afraid to do anything more, while at the same time longing to ask her that
particular question a second time.
It was only on nights like this one, where the rain whipped
relentlessly on the windows and the thunder rang out loudly and angrily,
that he would let himself reminisce, muse, and ponder on the what-ifs
and why-nots. He was lost in his thoughts, and only the peal of the
doorbell brought him out of his reverie.
Motoki gave one last sigh before pushing himself off of the
windowsill to make his way to the front door. He threw the door wide
open, and didn’t allow whoever it was a chance to greet him.
“Hai! Who’s out in this nasty wea---” he stopped in mid-sentence
as his eyes alighted on a thoroughly sopping and bedraggled Makoto
standing on his doorstep.
She had never looked so beautiful to him as she did now, with
her hair plastered to her head and the tip of her nose red from the
chill air. She held up a basket and gave him a small smile.
“Are you hungry?” She sounded slightly nervous.
“Mako-chan,” Motoki said, and he couldn’t stop the huge grin
from appearing on his face.
“I… Well, that is…,” she trailed off, lowering the basket to her
side as her confidence drained.
Her sodden form finally registered in his mind, and Motoki
quickly pulled Makoto inside, slamming the door shut against the wind
“Mako-chan, you don’t have to explain anything,” he said.
She looked at him, at his familiar face and the muffler he wore
and the shirt with the turtle stitched onto it, and the reason she was
there sang loudly in her heart. She smiled again.
“No, I do. That is, I wanted you to know that, while I am a
soldier of justice…” she said, looking him straight in the eye. “I’m
also a soldier of love. I don’t need to be alone. I’ve known that for a
while now. I’m not destined to be alone, no matter what my past life
dictated. And it was because of you, Motoki-kun, that I’ve matured as a
She took a deep, expectant breath.
And Motoki let out an elated shout.
(c) 2004 Erienne C. Lee
End notes (in the unlikely event that someone is interested):
In case you didn't understand it, most of the story--- the part in the middle--- is a series of flashbacks, based on episodes 31 and 41. Only the first and last few paragraphs take place in the present, sometime after the Final Act.
Did I have a hard time figuring out a title for this fic! "Miracle of Fate" comes from one of my favorite quotations, "What a miracle of fate that we could live our lives at the same time on earth". I was also listening to Sailormoon songs like I usually do when I write SM fics and one of the tracks was the PC Engine single, "Onaji Hoshi ni Umareta Futari Dakara" (Because We Two Were Born on the Same Planet). The lyrics echo that quotation, and I thought it was very fitting for Motoki and Makoto. I also put the gist of that into one of the lines in this story.
Hmm, yeah, I just HAD to put Nephrite/Nefurin in the story. I kept wondering what he would have gotten Ami-chan, and this is what I came up with. I know she already has a tank of fish in her room, but Nephrite wouldn't know that. Oh, and butterfly koi are gorgeous. :)
Another thing regarding Nephrite/Ami. The part where Nephrite is supposedly thinking about his own unattainable girl doesn't necessarily involve Ami. He could be thinking about Beryl. You're free to think of it either way, since it seemed like he still had some sortof feelings for her.
I wrote this late last night when I felt like I was going crazy with personal problems. It felt good to have control of something, anything, even characters and their thoughts through the keyboard. I've wanted to do a one-shot for a while now, and after FINALLY finishing the PGSM series, I really, really wanted to write about Motoki. It's just sad that I didn't sit down to crank this out until something bad happens to me. -_-;