It was her friend Makoto Kino. Minako oggled the tall girl as she made her way up the stairs, watching the 5'6 girl with her brown shoulder length hair tied in a ponytail.
"What in the world is she doing here?" Minako thought to herself, she could feel a sense of dread overcoming her as her friend reached the top of the stairs. "I need to go after her but Mistress will be angry if I don't retrieve her lute."
Minako weighed her options as she looked towards the now open door and at the top of the stairs. With a sigh Minako decided to go back up stairs while she could still retrieve her friend.
Minako made her way back up the stairs, at her shrunken height it took considerably more effort on her part and by the time she reached the top Minako was thoroughly exhausted. Once Minako reached the top she let out a sigh of relief and looked down the hall, a look of defeat spread across her face as she realized how many doors there were in the hall. Once again she mustered her strength and checked every door, putting her ear to each door and listening for the sound of Makoto's voice.
"God damnit, where are you." Minako hissed as she listened for her friend's voice.
Suddenly Minako heard Makoto's voice, her lept with joy as she confirmed her discovery. Moving to the side of the door to avoid being crushed Minako waited patiently for the door to open.
"Come on, open please." Minako pleaded. As if by request the door opened as an elderly woman made her way out, quickly Minako threw herself into the room as the door closed.
As Minako picked herself off the floor she looked up to see Minako sitting at a beauty desk. The young woman was intently analyzing every one of her features.
Cautiously Minako approached Makoto, taking care to cover her privates. She was well aware of what a strange situation she was in considering she had shrunk herself earlier and Minako could only imagine how Makoto would react.
"Makoto? Its me...Minako."
"Minako? Why are you so small?"
"It's kind of a long story." Minako said scratching the back of her head, avoiding eye contact with her much larger friend.
Makoto gave the shrunken Minako a quizzical look.
"Eh heh, lets just say I wanted to get famous no matter the cost." Minako said.
Makoto merely rolled her eyes. "Figures." She said as she poked the shrunken girl knocking her over.
"Hey watch it!" Minako squealed as she picked herself up. "So, why are you here Makoto?"
Makoto rubbed her head as she thought about the best way to explain things.
"Well..." She stopped for a moment as if to ponder her next choice of words. After a moment Makoto continued "Well, it's for Ami."
"Ami?" Minako asked.
"Yeah, Ami." Makoto repeated. "The old lady told me this beauty desk can help me fulfill my deepest desires. All I have to do is put an picture of Ami in the mirror and focus on it and the rest will take care of itself."
"Is that so." Minako asked.
"I guess, and judging by your results." Makoto said as she waved a hand over the shrunken Minako. "I'm assuming she wasn't full of shit.
Minako looked down at herself and then back up at Makoto mumbling to herself. "Well I didn't necessarily want this to happen."
But Makoto wasn't listen as she had finished rummaging in her purse, she pulled out a picture of Ami and placed it into the frame of the mirror in the beauty desk.
Ok... Now what?" Minako asked.
"Now, I guess I wait." Makoto said as she began to focus on the picture of Ami.
Makoto waits... and waits...
The two women continued waiting in each other's company, but after an hour or so they had run out of things to talk about.
"Minako?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you know how long this is going to take?"
"I don't know." Minako answered adjusting her position. "But it will work out I'm sure."
Makoto nods and continues waiting.
They continue waiting in silence, as waiting has never been one of Makoto's strong suits.
"I got ripped off!" Makoto shouted raising her hands in frustration.
"It works! You just gotta be alittle more patient." Minako said trying to reassure her friend. "I mean look at me!"
"Bull! We've been waiting for a while and noth-" The aggravated Makoto suddenly stopped and raised a hand to her stomach.
"Makoto?" Minako hesistantly asked. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah... just a weird feeling." Makoto said as if she was unsure of what was going on. She looked up at the picture of Ami. "I think it's starting to work."