nowhere fast

Minako liked guys. It was plain and simple; it was the kind of thing that should have been so blatantly obvious that no one would ever have dared think it, let alone think to defy it. She'd never thought about it herself, before, certainly. It was just logic; she was a girl after all.

As she was beginning to realise, however, liking guys had nothing to do with wanting to be one. It had been necessary to morph into some manner of pretty boy to trick Petite Pandora (the little sicko), but, while she would have been lying if she'd said she hadn't done so for her own enjoyment as well, Minako was losing that sentiment quickly now. All she knew was that two minutes wasn't long enough to adjust to feeling so much heavier on her feet, having her chest completely barren, or (certainly not) that bulge in her trousers. She may have been stronger now, but she was awkward and less agile, and when she felt herself tumbling off the roof it came as no surprise.

Shit. Nobody's gonna recognise my body.

Shit! The game tomorrow! How's the team going to manage without their number one player?

I wonder what death is like. I remember some guy in a game saying it tickles.

Well, at least my mother'll be–

There was no splat. There was no instance of searing pain as every bone in her body cracked and her life force vanished. Actually... she was kind of comfortable.

Minako shifted a little in the arms that held her and flung her own around a stranger's neck. As soon as she began to grow certain that she was safe – and lord, she felt so oddly safer than she'd ever felt – she loosened her vice-like grip and tried to calm her erratic heartbeat. Now all that was left was to open her goddamn eyes.

"What variety of idiot are you?" came a scathing voice, chillingly close to her ear. "I'm not sure I've ever met anyone so grandly moronic."

Minako's eyelashes fluttered open, and afterwards she wasn't really sure if she regretted it or not. On one hand, she'd never seen such a beautiful creature in her life, but on the other hand, she'd liked guys just a second ago.

The girl with the black hair was glaring at her, but her gaze was soft and brimming with an unconcealed mixture of fear, relief, and concern. Her bangs fell wildly over her violet eyes, and she had a split lip. Minako watched her own unfamiliar hands brush against it, and she watched the stranger watch her do it, and she pulled away quickly.

She hates men. She hates you.

How do you know that?

"Why thank you."

Minako smiled half-heartedly.

"Really," she said.

"You're welcome, I guess," said the stranger. "Now get off me."

Minako made haste in doing exactly that. There was something wrong, here; there was something very wrong. She supposed it kind of made sense though... she was a guy, after all. Guys liked girls. Yeah.

But it wasn't that that was bugging her.

"I owe you my life."

Something in Minako's chest lurched painfully, and she reached for the stranger's hand, and brought her bloodied knuckles to her lips. The scene felt familiar, but by now she had decided to ignore what she was feeling.

I wonder what she got into such a rough fight over. She smiled to herself. She always gets violent over little things.

The stranger tried to frown, but her expression only amounted to confusion. Her lips were pursed and her brows were furrowed and her nose was crinkled and Minako – well – Minako kind of wanted to kiss her.

Oh dear.

Minako liked girls.

Or this one, anyway.

A/N: I was reading the Sailor V manga, and when Minako turned into a guy I was just like, "well shit" and this popped into my head. Cheese, fluff, and unoriginality ftw. ;)