author: Samantha
Rating: PG
Timeline: Crystal Tokyo
Notes/Summary: Wrote this in a day after having the idea for half a year :P
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Michi and the Grape
"Michiru-san, what are you doing?"
In the darkness, the queen of Neptune jumps at the sudden voice of her friend. "Ah, Setsuna-san! W-what are you doing up so late?"
"I'd ask you the same question but I'm afraid I already know the answer." Setsuna holds out her hand. "Let me see it."
"Iya."
Michiru begins walking away but the other woman is quick to stop her. She grabs her wrist and pries the fingers open to discover a single green grape.
Michiru blushes and pulls her hand away. "I...I was..."
"You don't have to give me an excuse, Michiru-san. I just don't see what you expect to with a grape... I'd suggest a banana."
"That's not what it's for!"
Setsuna laughs and pats her shoulder. "Gomen, gomen. But seriously, what's it for?"
Michiru stares down at the crystal floor, purposefully delaying her response in embarrassment. "I...I read a fairy tale yesterday where a pea was put under forty mattresses in order to see if the girl who slept on them was a princess."
Setsuna sighs with a small smile on her face. "So you plan to put this grape under your mattress to see if you're really a princess?"
"Iya. That wouldn't work because I know about it. I'm going to put the grape under my mattress to see if Haruka's really a princess!"
Michiru runs off to her room, leaving her older friend with her most frequent thought. "The girl's obsessed."
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The next morning, Setsuna waits curiously in the breakfast hall for the results. A bright-eyed Haruka eventually enters followed by her obviously disappointed partner. Michiru takes a seat next to the time guardian.
"So, how'd it go? Is Haruka-san a princess?"
Michiru flashes a tired and frustrated look. "She slept like a baby."
"Didn't feel the grape, did she?" Setsuna asks with a laugh. "So what does that mean? She's not a princess?"
"Of course she's a princess!" The younger girl leans forward on the table and looks toward her lover across the room. "I just picked a defective grape."
"Well, the original story uses a pea, after all."
"No, if she couldn't feel a grape under one mattress, she's not going to feel a pea under forty."
"I don't honestly think anyone could. So what fairy tale are you going to use now?"
Michiru grins and grabs a banana from the fruit bowl on the table. "My own." She winks and runs off.
"The girl's obsessed."