A Humble Request
Makoto jumped slightly as a knock on the front door rang through her apartment, the tray of cookies in her hand smashing against the top of her oven.
"Kuso!" Makoto covered her mouth with one mitted hand, setting the pan of ruined cookies down onto the stove top. "Of all the times... ", the irritated senshi of thunder stalked to her door, yanking it open and opening her mouth to tell off whichever one of her closest friends had interrupted her baking process.
"How many times have I-" The tall brunette stopped midsentence, her head craning up to look her visitor in the eye. "Oh! Haruka-san.. what a surprise... anou.. wont you come in?"
"Arigatou Makoto-san." The handsome racer gave her a lopsided grin, stepping over the thresh hold. "Um.. Makoto-san.. I have something I need to ask you." The blonde bit her bottom lip, looking down at the floor.
"er.. You can ask me anything, feel free to sit down." Makoto blinked at the reluctance Haruka was showing, her usual cool confidence was missing. "Do you need something?"
"Actually, I do need something from you Kino-san." Haruka winced inwardly at how formal and uncomfortable she sounded. "You see, Michiru's birthday is coming soon, and I.. well.. I kind of want the house to survive an entire day without her supervision." Haruka smiled feebly at that, taking the seat Makoto had offered.
Makoto sighed inwardly with relief, for a second she had thought there had been trouble between the two lovers. "I prefer Mako-chan, please, and I'd be happy to come over and help."
Haruka winced, mumbling something at her feet.
"What was that? I didnt hear you."
The abashed racer cleared her throat. "Well.. I was.. um.. hoping to.." Haruka's mind went blank for a moment, so she tried for the formal approach. "Kino-san, I'd be honored if you'd accept me as a student in the culinary art."
The brunette took one look at the proud Tenoh Haruka, now bowing to her and giving her the most irresistable set of puppy-eyes she had ever seen, and cracked up.
"What!? What's so funny!" Haruka stood, giving the laughing girl a withering glare. "I'm dead serious!"
"You.. want me..", Makoto, wiped her eyes, straightening up to look Haruka in the eyes. " to give you... cooking lessons?"
"Hai!" The blonde bit back the rest of her retort, her whole begging demeanor gone now.
"Ofcourse I'll help you out Haruka-chan, but only if you tutor me in " Makoto took on a reverent tone, mocking the other senshi's plea, " the fine art of automobile control."
"Baka!", the older woman whapped Makoto lightly upside the head. "Dont taunt your elders."
"Yes Tenoh-sensei." The emerald eyed girl winked at hr new teacher. "Just be forewarned, I'm a stickler for discipline, and I enforce it to!"
Haruka gave Makoto a patented hentai smirk, "Yes Kino-sensei, but be easy with the switch or Michiru might get jealous." The two cracked up together, even though Makoto had turned a crimson shade.
"Behave Haruka-san, or your first test will be cooking enough for Usa- chan." The blonde gave a look of mock horror.
"Not Koneko!" The two calmed down soon after, and headed off into the kitchen.
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First chapter of First Fic, so turn the settings on your flamethrowers to low, purty please?
I'm definetly gonna continue this one, R/R if you want
-Kris
Makoto jumped slightly as a knock on the front door rang through her apartment, the tray of cookies in her hand smashing against the top of her oven.
"Kuso!" Makoto covered her mouth with one mitted hand, setting the pan of ruined cookies down onto the stove top. "Of all the times... ", the irritated senshi of thunder stalked to her door, yanking it open and opening her mouth to tell off whichever one of her closest friends had interrupted her baking process.
"How many times have I-" The tall brunette stopped midsentence, her head craning up to look her visitor in the eye. "Oh! Haruka-san.. what a surprise... anou.. wont you come in?"
"Arigatou Makoto-san." The handsome racer gave her a lopsided grin, stepping over the thresh hold. "Um.. Makoto-san.. I have something I need to ask you." The blonde bit her bottom lip, looking down at the floor.
"er.. You can ask me anything, feel free to sit down." Makoto blinked at the reluctance Haruka was showing, her usual cool confidence was missing. "Do you need something?"
"Actually, I do need something from you Kino-san." Haruka winced inwardly at how formal and uncomfortable she sounded. "You see, Michiru's birthday is coming soon, and I.. well.. I kind of want the house to survive an entire day without her supervision." Haruka smiled feebly at that, taking the seat Makoto had offered.
Makoto sighed inwardly with relief, for a second she had thought there had been trouble between the two lovers. "I prefer Mako-chan, please, and I'd be happy to come over and help."
Haruka winced, mumbling something at her feet.
"What was that? I didnt hear you."
The abashed racer cleared her throat. "Well.. I was.. um.. hoping to.." Haruka's mind went blank for a moment, so she tried for the formal approach. "Kino-san, I'd be honored if you'd accept me as a student in the culinary art."
The brunette took one look at the proud Tenoh Haruka, now bowing to her and giving her the most irresistable set of puppy-eyes she had ever seen, and cracked up.
"What!? What's so funny!" Haruka stood, giving the laughing girl a withering glare. "I'm dead serious!"
"You.. want me..", Makoto, wiped her eyes, straightening up to look Haruka in the eyes. " to give you... cooking lessons?"
"Hai!" The blonde bit back the rest of her retort, her whole begging demeanor gone now.
"Ofcourse I'll help you out Haruka-chan, but only if you tutor me in " Makoto took on a reverent tone, mocking the other senshi's plea, " the fine art of automobile control."
"Baka!", the older woman whapped Makoto lightly upside the head. "Dont taunt your elders."
"Yes Tenoh-sensei." The emerald eyed girl winked at hr new teacher. "Just be forewarned, I'm a stickler for discipline, and I enforce it to!"
Haruka gave Makoto a patented hentai smirk, "Yes Kino-sensei, but be easy with the switch or Michiru might get jealous." The two cracked up together, even though Makoto had turned a crimson shade.
"Behave Haruka-san, or your first test will be cooking enough for Usa- chan." The blonde gave a look of mock horror.
"Not Koneko!" The two calmed down soon after, and headed off into the kitchen.
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First chapter of First Fic, so turn the settings on your flamethrowers to low, purty please?
I'm definetly gonna continue this one, R/R if you want
-Kris