I wrote this at god-awful hours of the night. No one judge me. It's just a bit of Michiru/Haruka silliness as inspired by my hero John Marsden.
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Drama Club:
Minako felt ridiculous. She looked ridiculous. Everything about the scenario was ridiculous. She stood at the back of the stage, behind the stars of the play – which were, ultimately, Usagi and Seiya – dressed in a large, poufy, medieval gown, made of an orange fabric with a texture that suggested cheap plastic. The shoulders were too large, the dress made her bum look big, and she could hardly breathe as the waist tugged at her like a corset. She gave an unnoticed pout and watched the scene take place before her.
'Romeo and Juliet,' she scoffed to herself. 'It's been done to death. We should have done a more modern love story... like Sex and the City. Naturally, I'd play Carrie, because I'm so much like her. We both have blonde hair and incredible fashion sense. Usagi is nothing like Carrie. Carrie can run in stilettos. I doubt Usagi can do that. And, naturally, Seiya would play my Mr Big. Oh, that would be perfect...'
"Aino-san!" The drama teacher bellowed, tearing Minako away from her fantasies. "Are you even awake back there? It's your line!"
"Oh... yes sir... anno..." Minako stumbled as she tried to remember just which line, out of the dozen she had to remember, she was meant to say.
Frustrated, the teacher moved on. "Minako will say her line, then Michiru will use that as her cue to play the violin melody. Okay, Michiru?"
He was meant with no response.
"What? Is she asleep too? Michiru?!"
Again, silence.
The cast and crew of the school's drama play searched around the large stage-room for the musically inclined girl. No one was able to spot her.
"Haruka?! Where's your girlfriend gotten to?" The teacher called out. But Haruka was nowhere to be found either.
"No Haruka... No Michiru..." The teacher began to think.
'Oddly suspicious...' Minako thought. 'They were here a minute ago... and I didn't hear the door to the stage-room swing open... So they must be...'
"Excuse me, sir?" Minako said aloud.
"Hai, Aino-san?"
"Would it be too irritating if I snuck into the costume room to find a better fitting costume? This dress is killing me."
"Oh hai, go ahead. We need to kill some time until the musical number returns, anyway."
Minako jumped off of the stage, landing on the carpeted floor below. Slinking her way through the small crowd of drama students, she made her way towards the costume room with a sly grin on her face. She felt like a spy.
When she reached the door to the costume room, she pressed her ear against the wooden door, trying to hear inside. As she had expected, there was a series of rustling sounds coming from in there.
'It's either a possum or...'
Acting as natural and innocent as she could, she swung open the door and looked at the pair in pretend shock.
"Haruka-san! Michiru-san! What on earth... Everyone's been looking for you." Minako said as she watched them re-button shirts, re-buckle belts and re-tame rustled strands of hair. Michiru was blushing deeply while Haruka just mumbled to herself, irritated.
The teacher, having overheard Minako's little announcement, shouted out to her "What? Are they at it again? God, someone get me a crowbar."