First fanfic. I want to do something freakish, but then again how would Naruto and Sailormoon fall in love? And there would just be so many power struggles.
...Domestic disputes would be awesome, though. Seriously, can you imagine all the ninjitsu and heart-honeymoon-stardust bladdityblala that would... Okay then.
Clearly the following story may be somewhat aimless. But I am bored and open to suggestions, so review if you see potential, and I'll consider working what you say into the story.
"Gert, are we there yet?"
"Not yet kid."
"...When you say that you remind me of that freaking chowderhead, Wolverine." Molly pulled her pet rock-shaped hat down over her ears. She wish she hadn't lost all of her hats at the last hideout, but she only managed to pull out a few before it was totally engulfed in flame. They had to get out, quick.
Despite the fact that they had been the ones to set the fire.
Gert studied the map. Then she looked at her surroundings. A howling sound arose off in the distance. "I wish that Old Lace was here."
Silence. Old Lace was with the others. They had been separated. The authorities had been on them so quickly, there was barely time to plan... they set fire to the base, to get rid of any evidence... Now Gert and Molly were all alone in the desert, searching for some way to New York City. "Why the hell did we have to choose a place so far away from our base to meet up if something went wrong?"
"'Cause then we can get help from other superheroes, like the Avengers." Molly was digging around in the backpack. "Alriiiight, my favorite cereal!"
Gert sighed. "Too bad that was so long ago... now we know they would be of no help to us runaways..." She berated herself mentally for having allowed them to be so unprepared. She was supposed to be the skeptical one, and where was she left now?
"The middle of the desert," Molly mumbled.
Gert looked up sharply. It was like... no. Think skeptical. "Alright, Molls, gimme the bag." She reached out her hand.
"Hah, that is Princess POWERFUL to you!" Molly brandished her arm as though it was Ultraman's cannon, or something. She struck a pose.
Gert gave her a look that stank of being unimpressed, and mildly amused, but in a "This is futile" sort of way.
Molly pouted and threw the bag to her, half-heartedly.
Her face cleared, her eyes squinting with the sincerity of a genuine smile. "Well, if there were any choice, I still would have chosen to be with you on this trip, Gert."
Gert smirked to herself as she replaced the bag across her back. "You're still not getting any cereal, Molls."
"Awwwwwwwwww..."