Theme: Fifteen - Found
Genre: General/Romance
Version: AU
Rating: PG

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Brand New Colony
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The first thing Ami expected to see when she opened the bathroom door was not Makoto and Naoki, pressed flat on their stomachs, waiting to ambush.

"Oh!" Ami gasped, immediately tightening her grip on the flimsy, green towel wrapped around her damp body.

On cue, Naoki let out a shriek of terror, and Makoto tried her best to follow his lead. Unfortunately, her cry of anguish ended up sounding more like hysterical laughter.

"Oh no!" giggled Makoto, watching Naoki desperately rip up their futon to have a place to hide. "Naoki! Where's Mama? She's being eaten by the horrible, green, face sucking monster!"

Ami's shock turned into a hearty eye roll as she rumpled her wet hair with a hand towel. "Very funny, Makoto," she ground out.

"Hurry! Hide, before it eats us, too!" gasped Makoto, scampering for the futon. In her enthusiasm, she over shot it and slid right into the nearby wardrobe, where she crumpled into a large mass of limbs and muffled groaning.

Slowly, Naoki's dark head popped out of the blue-green comforter, watching Makoto writhe on the ground in agony. It was now Ami's turn to smile.

"You deserved that," she said as she rummaged through her underwear drawer.

In the background, Makoto moaned pathetically, hands reaching for her partner. "How cruel!" she whimpered. "Ami-chan! Don't let the facemask control you! Come back to us, Mama!"

Ami shutting the bathroom door again was the immediate reply. Panting, Makoto dropped her arms and twisted to look at Naoki. His hair stuck up at strange angles, obscuring his wide, dark eyes. As he crawled from the futon to lean over the fallen Makoto, his pajama pants almost became dislodged. Makoto pulled them up with a firm yank.

"Mama going to tuck me in before you go?" asked Naoki, letting Makoto fuss over him for a moment.

"I don't know," said Makoto soberly. "It depends on if she can be saved from the face eating monster. It doesn't like little boys, you know."

"It doesn't?" Naoki seemed genuinely distressed.

"Nope," answered Makoto.

Suddenly, the bathroom door banged open again, causing both Makoto and Naoki to jump. Out stepped Ami, devoid of any facemask, and carefully inserting diamond earrings to finish off her outfit for the evening. Makoto couldn't help but find her eyes going straight for the ample cleavage Ami's black dress displayed proudly.

"Stop traumatizing our child," said Ami, giving Makoto a hard stare.

"Victory!" cried Makoto. She sat up and grinned, completely ignoring Ami's frustration. "She beat the monster! Mama has been found again!"

It was lucky that Ami had finished clasping her earrings at top speed, because Naoki almost bowled her over in his enthusiasm. Though she didn't have a smile for her partner's teasing, she readily had one for Naoki as she smoothed his wild hair, and cupped his face.

"Can you tuck me in now?" he asked.

Ami laughed, staring into his eager brown eyes. They were what drew her to him the first time she saw him, lying swaddled in the maternity ward, cast from an underage mother and a family who didn't want him. Their shape and the curiosity behind them had reminded her of Makoto, and when she had touched the brown fuzz that smattered his head, he had looked at her: fearless. Every time she looked into those brown eyes, it had made the year and a half without him, wrapped up in legal battles, all the more worth it.

"I have never met a little boy who wanted to go to bed as badly as you do!" smiled Ami.

Naoki seemed guilty suddenly, his hands clasping handfuls of her black hem. "I just want you to read to me," he mumbled.

"Well, I'll be there in a second," said Ami.

"Go on, Squirt," Makoto said, lifting him from Ami and setting him out the bedroom door with a playful swat. "Go get in bed, and we'll be right there." When the door down the hall finally shut with a resounded snap, Makoto wheeled on Ami as the smaller woman took a seat at the vanity. "You know he's just excited for us to leave, because Minako lets him stay up late and watch old western movies, right?" she grinned.

"I know," said Ami, running a brush through her quickly drying hair. "Minako wasn't very good at hiding the tapes the last time she was over. It's all right I suppose, since it's the weekend." Makoto didn't miss the subtle flicker of bedroom eyes Ami shot her way. "It just means he'll sleep longer tomorrow morning."

"No complaints here," said Makoto, catching the hint.

"Good," said Ami as she stood. "Now, get dressed. I'll hold off the story until you get there."

"What? This isn't good enough?" asked Makoto. She tugged on her sweatpants.

"I expect to see a skirt," replied Ami. The doorframe creaked slightly under her weight as she leaned against it, sliding her feet into stilettos.

"I was thinking of wearing trousers," said Makoto, hopeful.

"No, wear a skirt," Ami said. It only took a second for Makoto to swallow her disappointment as Ami's expression quickly turning feral and naughty. "It'll be easier to take off later."

Grinning, Makoto watched Ami glide from the room. "Happy Anniversary, indeed," she said.