So this came from writing a 12 or so fandom crossover with a friend at a pep game. This actually makes sense though, and I DO have a plan of where this will go ^^ if people like it that is. So here goes my first fanfiction oh boy.
It was nearly one in the morning at the outer house where one Haruka Tenoh was lazing over one of their several thousand-dollar leather couches. It was a common practice for her to stay up till early morning when her girlfriend Michiru was on tour and not around to reinforce bedtimes not just for their adopted daughter Hotaru, but Haruka and the roommate Setsuna as well. At the moment, she was gazing non-blinking into the massive screen of their television, which was displaying a marathon of '1000 ways to die'.
Setsuna didn't really approve of Haruka staying up so late to turn into a TV zombie, but she couldn't complain, Haruka knew her precious secret about watching cartoons when she thinks no one is looking. There was no way she would risk such precious knowledge falling into the hands of their inner senshi friends via revenge.
Haruka was so into her show she didn't hear the doorbell ringing until the 3rd time the button was pressed. Grumbling she left the warmth of the couch and entered the vile cold world around it. She ran her fingers through the short dirty blond locks of hair on her head to make herself more presentable, succeeding in making herself look like she was just ravaged by a pack of wolves.
When she opened the door, she was met by something completely unexpected. If she were thinking properly, she wouldn't have opened it in the first place. A general rule of thumb is not greeting strangers trying to get in your house at one in the morning. Instead though of being met by an armed robber or that pesky Usagi girl who frequents her house, she was looking down upon a short girl with wavy light blonde hair, and bulbous gray eyes.
Haruka didn't have time to react before the girl spoke, as her mind was going a bit slow.
"I'm sorry to disturb you sir, you see, this was the only house in the area with any lights on."
Haruka was used to being called sir, so it didn't faze her much, but the girl didn't explain herself very well. "I'm sorry, but who are you? And why are you here?"
"I told you, I am here because it was the only house with any lights on." Haruka stood there mouth slightly agape, and slightly frustrated about how the girl answered neither of her questions. "May I come in?" the girl asked.
Haruka stepped aside and had the girl follow her in to the house and to the warm couch, giving up on interrogating her at the door. Turning the television off, she turned to the girl hoping for an answer.
"This is a very large house. I wonder what's hiding in here." Haruka didn't reply and just waited for the girl to speak, but for a minute was met with nothing but silence.
"If you wouldn't mind telling me, what is your name?" Haruka asked smiling slightly as if talking to a small child.
"My name is Luna Lovegood." The girl said smiling in a way which mirrored the woman across from her. Haruka couldn't help but laugh mentally at the name.
"Well Miss Lovegood, would you mind telling me where you are from and how you got here?"
Luna nodded and began to relay her story. "You see, I just graduated from Hogwarts, and my girlfriend Ginny and I had recently started living together, but something went wrong with Harry and he killed her, then blamed her death on me. I don't know why they believed him, maybe wrackspurts messed with their perception, but now I'm wanted for her murder. So naturally I fled to here."
By the end of Luna's story, Haruka's brows were furrowed and she gazed at this girl she had finally concluded was insane. Then she realized if she kept the girl here, she would be housing a wanted criminal. And she didn't even pretend to know what the heck wrackspurts were. "Look, Luna," she began "Maybe it's not the best idea to be here. I suggest you go back home, and get things sorted out there." She said, squinting and holding her hands defensively.
"Oh, but if I go home, they will send me to Azkaban for sure."
"Azkaban?" Haruka asked. Oh yes, she reasoned, this girl was definitely an insane criminal, and she was getting nervous.
"Yes, it's a prison for the worst of all witch and wizard criminals. They let the dementors suck out your souls there."
Haruka just gave in, there was no use reasoning with this girl. "Alright, just why don't you go get in bed upstairs? Hotaru is using our old guest bed, so you'll have to use mine, and I can sleep on the couch."
Haruka moved to lead Luna upstairs to her bedroom, and hopefully avoid waking Setsuna, the last thing she wanted to do was explain this situation to the woman. She probably already knew about it anyway.
"You know sir," Oh god, she still thinks I'm a man. "Why don't I just sleep on the couch? I'm just a guest so it's not proper of me to have such luxuries.
"Ok if you insist then." Haruka said as she quietly made her way upstairs, wary of the creaky wood floor, and retrieved some blankets and a pillow from a hall closet, then just as carefully made her way back down the stairs. Luna was just sitting there staring off into space with a serene expression on her face. Haruka was afraid to think of what was going on in her brain at the moment. "Here are some blankets and a pillow, Luna."
The girl thanked Haruka who proceeded to turn the lights off and once again cautiously go up the stairs and slither in to her room. She shut the door then sank to the ground with a sigh. Why did this have to happen to her? Was this even happening to her? Maybe it was a dream. That was a nice thought.
She practically crawled across the floor to her closet and pulled out pome silk pajamas Michiru had bought her for Christmas. She didn't wear pajamas often, but people for some reason were always buying them for her. Did she just radiate the feeling to people that she was in need of them? Sighing as she buttoned the shirt up, not even bothering to do the top two, she crawled under her warm down comforter. Clapping her hands twice, the lights went off.
In the morning Haruka woke naturally, and felt a source of warmth under the covers, and snuggled into it, instinctively thinking it was Michiru.
"Good Morning." Haruka froze and her eyes snapped open. That was NOT Michiru's voice. Pulling the blankets back she nearly jumped across the room, to see none other than Luna gently snoring in her bed.
"What are doing in my room?!" She yelled. Luna groggily looked up at her and smiled.
"I got lonely." She said, not looking like she was bothered by Haruka's reaction to her.
Groaning, the short haired blonde cupped her face in her hands. "I'm going to go make breakfast," and left the room and the Luna behind.
She was glad to see that Setsuna and Hotaru were still in bed; she had no clue how she was supposed to explain this. She hadn't given it much thought.
As the bacon she was cooking was removed from the skillet, she saw Luna making her way downstairs wrapped in a towel. Apparently she had taken a shower.
"Ma'am," What? Now she's calling me ma'am? Oh god. "Do you have some clothes I can borrow?"
Haruka thought. There was no way she would fit into her clothing; they had nearly 10 inches difference in height between them. Hotaru maybe. But how the heck am I going to get clothes from Hotaru without waking her or having her find out about Luna?
"Uh…sure. Just, stay here and I'll go find some." She started back up the stairs quietly before turning around and whispering loudly to Luna "Oh, you can eat that bacon if you want." Too bad Luna didn't know for the life of her what bacon was.
Haruka slowly opened the door to Hotaru's room, mentally cursing at the squeaky hinges. By the time it was 6 inches open she had nearly broken a sweat at the sheer energy in mental concentration focused into the task. Thankfully she was skinny as a rail, and was able to get in after just a few inches more.
As quietly as possible she grabbed a random tee shirt, jeans, and underwear, and then sneaked back out, keeping an eye on the body of Hotaru that was laying facedown and sprawled over the small bed.
She lost count how many times she had to quietly cross the stairs by now.
"Here Luna, some clothes." She said panting. Luna smiled then walked off to some random room in the huge mansion to change.
Haruka finally settled to eat some of the beautiful bacon she had slaved over, stabbing it with a fork, as that was her preferred way of eating such things. As she lifted it to her mouth to take a mouthful, a loud explosion and the sight of her door being blown off its hinges startled her, and she ended up toppling over the bar stool she was sitting on, to the hard wood floor.
"WHAT THE HELL?" she yelled at the top of her lungs, defeating the whole purpose of her silent escapades earlier. "WHAT THE CRAP WAS THAT?"
"Run!" Luna yelled, hopping as she ran over to Haruka, attempting to zip her jeans.
As oddly dressed men busted into the mansion, with sticks held out in front of them, Luna dove for Haruka. She roughly groped for her hand and held it with a bone-crushing strength. Before Haruka could react, she saw the world in front of her eyes fold and wrap around itself. She felt like screaming at the experience she was going through, not even knowing that Luna was teleporting them somewhere far away, and for the time being, away from danger.
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