Enjoy Your Food With This Pair of Chopsticks Rated: PG By: Ari-chan
Notes and disclaimers: The title for this actually comes from a chopsticks wrapper that I got the other day at a restaurant . There is a whole lot more that is also very funny but why would I waste my time typing it all? If you want to know e-mail me. Memmi is like a fish sauce. I
The idea for this came from my Haruka. Ha ha, you didn't think I was going to go write a fanfiction about it did you?
Haruka, Michiru and related characters belong to Naoko-sama (wow, typing that get old after a while)
And one more thing! A fic to celebrate my 35th fanfic will be coming out soon. I'm so proud of myself I just have to write one.
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Haruka sat in front of the coffee table, with a meal of cold soba noodles watching a race on TV. Michiru would never approve of her eating in the living room but she wasn't home. Nor was she expected home anytime soon.
Haruka carefully dipped the noodles into the memmi and nearly knocked the small bowl over in anger at one of the racers.
"Shimmata! Uji, can't you do anything right?" She yelled at the TV then shook her head. Uji was a rookie on her team, he couldn't seem to anything. Not only that but it was Haruka's new job to teach him the ropes. Kamada said it would teach Haruka to appreciate her natural ability and not take it for granted.
She shoveled some more noodles into her mouth and found herself cheering for one of the enemy racers. She couldn't really help it, Uji was bad. She was surprised that he had made it as far as he had with the mistakes he kept making. She jumped up when he served off the track and her bowl of memmi tottered dangerously on the table. She steadied it and sat back down. She couldn't take any risks in the living room. Michiru had just had a new floor put down and if she ruined it she wouldn't even be on the couch. She would be in the garage.
Meanwhile, out in the hall way Michiru was putting her shopping bags down quietly. She wanted to surprise Haruka with her gift. She took her shoes off and slipped into her house slippers then found the box for Haruka. She tiptoed into the living room and nearly fell over at the site of Haruka eating in there. She was about to scold when she thought of something better.
"Damnit! Uji! Pull it together!" Haruka shouted while waving her chopsticks in the air. Michiru's eyes locked onto the liquid flinging off the chopsticks and nearly had a heart attack but kept it together. Haruka knew how important the new floor was, she wouldn't ruin it on purpose.
Michiru padded over to Haruka staying very quiet. She hoped that her lover was very absorbed in the race, which she seemed to be. The sea Senshi kneeled down nears Haruka's ear. Her tongue extended out of her mouth slowly and licked Haruka's ear lobe. The blonde went stiff for a moment then:
"DAMMNIT!" She keeled over with her hand over her eye. Her other eye looked over at her lover. "Michiru," she whimpered. "You shouldn't do that when I'm holding chopsticks!"
****************************************** Review please or send me an e-mail at MichiTenoh36@aol.com. Please put Fanfiction as the subject.
Notes and disclaimers: The title for this actually comes from a chopsticks wrapper that I got the other day at a restaurant . There is a whole lot more that is also very funny but why would I waste my time typing it all? If you want to know e-mail me. Memmi is like a fish sauce. I
The idea for this came from my Haruka. Ha ha, you didn't think I was going to go write a fanfiction about it did you?
Haruka, Michiru and related characters belong to Naoko-sama (wow, typing that get old after a while)
And one more thing! A fic to celebrate my 35th fanfic will be coming out soon. I'm so proud of myself I just have to write one.
***************************************************
Haruka sat in front of the coffee table, with a meal of cold soba noodles watching a race on TV. Michiru would never approve of her eating in the living room but she wasn't home. Nor was she expected home anytime soon.
Haruka carefully dipped the noodles into the memmi and nearly knocked the small bowl over in anger at one of the racers.
"Shimmata! Uji, can't you do anything right?" She yelled at the TV then shook her head. Uji was a rookie on her team, he couldn't seem to anything. Not only that but it was Haruka's new job to teach him the ropes. Kamada said it would teach Haruka to appreciate her natural ability and not take it for granted.
She shoveled some more noodles into her mouth and found herself cheering for one of the enemy racers. She couldn't really help it, Uji was bad. She was surprised that he had made it as far as he had with the mistakes he kept making. She jumped up when he served off the track and her bowl of memmi tottered dangerously on the table. She steadied it and sat back down. She couldn't take any risks in the living room. Michiru had just had a new floor put down and if she ruined it she wouldn't even be on the couch. She would be in the garage.
Meanwhile, out in the hall way Michiru was putting her shopping bags down quietly. She wanted to surprise Haruka with her gift. She took her shoes off and slipped into her house slippers then found the box for Haruka. She tiptoed into the living room and nearly fell over at the site of Haruka eating in there. She was about to scold when she thought of something better.
"Damnit! Uji! Pull it together!" Haruka shouted while waving her chopsticks in the air. Michiru's eyes locked onto the liquid flinging off the chopsticks and nearly had a heart attack but kept it together. Haruka knew how important the new floor was, she wouldn't ruin it on purpose.
Michiru padded over to Haruka staying very quiet. She hoped that her lover was very absorbed in the race, which she seemed to be. The sea Senshi kneeled down nears Haruka's ear. Her tongue extended out of her mouth slowly and licked Haruka's ear lobe. The blonde went stiff for a moment then:
"DAMMNIT!" She keeled over with her hand over her eye. Her other eye looked over at her lover. "Michiru," she whimpered. "You shouldn't do that when I'm holding chopsticks!"
****************************************** Review please or send me an e-mail at MichiTenoh36@aol.com. Please put Fanfiction as the subject.