All right, I wrote this one when I was bored one night and decided to post it up. If I can actually get myself to commit to anything, I might make
this a series of once shots. Review and tell me what you think.
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"Are you sure you want to do this, Michiru-san?" Ami glanced nervously at the taller girl, almost afraid of the answer.
"Of course I want to do this," the tone was deceptively pleasant, oh, but Ami knew better…
Ami knew that Michiru was burning with an inner flame, so intense not even the pool they were standing in front of could extinguish it, "I mean, it's just a little race between two friends, ne?" Her eyes glanced towards Haruka and Usagi, along with the rest of the senshi who had, of course, been the source of all this to begin with.
That damned Haruka just had to open her mouth…
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"Oi, Mizuno-chan?"
"Hai, Haruka-san?"
The ten senshi were sitting casually around the table at Rei's house, having their weekly meeting. As usual nothing much had been going on…
Or so they thought.
"Who do you think would win in a race, you or Michi?"
Well, Ami didn't really want that tea, anyway. Besides, Haruka needed a shower…
"….ew…."
Or not.
"Wha-what do you mean, Haruka-san?"
The group gave Ami a flat stare as Michiru glared at her lover.
"You don't think I'd win, 'Ruka?"
This time, it was the blonde's turn to stutter as an icy cold leer sent chills through her body.
"N-no! I mean-… That is… You're both water-senshi, so… Wouldn't you two be pretty evenly matched?" Oh, poor Haruka, she tried so hard…
But fell so short…
Michiru's speech became exceedingly formal, she sat up straighter, her eyes became distant.
"Gomenasai, Haruka-san, I forgot that you know next to nothing about swimming."
Haruka paled. It was going to be a looong night on the couch.
"Wait a second!" Usagi chose that moment to speak up, "I've known Ami-chan for years now, and I don't think anyone could beat her in a race!"
"Yeah!" Minako nodded her head enthusiastically, "Ami-chan's the greatest!"
"I really don't think this is a good idea…" but Ami's voice was lost in the background as the battle between inner and outer senshi raged on.
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"All right, you two! When I blow the whistle, you start, okay?!" Makoto held the offending object up, "One… Two…" the two senshi
took their marks, 'TWEET!'
The two dove in and the group ran to the end of the pool, waiting to see who the winner would be.
'There's no way I can beat Michiru-san, she's got at least double the stroke length on me… And…And…' it was then that Ami noticed Michiru's smirk through the bubble stream her splashing created.
And it was then that Ami lost herself- her normally calm, centered self- to the raging waters of her mind.
In other words, Ami flipped.
"No way, Ami-chan just sped up!"
"Impossible, she's…She's passing Michi!"
Then, it was over. A pale hand slammed against the wall, blue hair falling into place in front of icy eyes.
The group stared in shock.
"A-ami-chan…"
Panting took place of speech as Ami pulled herself out of the pool, walking tiredly to where she had placed her towel.
Then stopped.
And turned.
And smiled.
Michiru felt her blood run cold.
"And this… is why I didn't want to race you."