Disclaimer: Disclaimer from Chapter 1 still applies
A/N: Prompt from Submarine-Violin-Tide [Rage - I'll write about my character getting angry at your chracter (or vice-versa) and Hold Me - I'll write our characters comforting each other.]
"What the hell?"
Haruka had just come home from one of the practice races to see her duffle bag sitting outside on the doorstep. The last time this happened it meant that Michiru was kicking her to the couch. What did she do this time to be exiled from her shared bedroom?
She grabbed her duffle bag and stormed up to her shared bedroom. When she tried to open the door it wouldn't budge. Michiru had locked the door. Haruka then knocked on the door. "Michiru, open the door, please. Why am I being kicked to the couch?"
It really didn't make sense. It couldn't have been from the flirting she did with her fans. Michiru said she was allowed to flirt since at the end of the day Haruka only shared a bed with her partner. When Michiru finally opened the door Haruka's second duffle bag was shoved into her chest.
"Hey! At least talk to me! I may be blonde, but those dumb blonde jokes rarely apply to me."
"Go check the sink!" Michiru replied coldly before slamming the bedroom door shut and walking past Haruka.
Haruka smacked her forehead. She forgot to do the dishes again. "Isn't this a bit over the top? I had a very good excuse last time. I admit I'm very much in the wrong this time." The racer followed her partner until they were in front of the music room.
"If you don't mind, I like to be alone now." Without saying anything else Michiru slammed the door in Haruka's face.
She stood outside the music room until she hear the sound of the Stradivarius playing in a very uncomfortable angry melody. Haruka was deeper in the dog house than she originally expected. Now she had to figure out what she was going to do to get out of this mess.
A couple of hours later, Haruka was back up in front of the music room. The melody that was being played now wasn't as uncomfortable as it was earlier, but Haruka could tell that Michiru was still upset with her. She knocked on the door and wait for Michiru to stop playing, if she did. Thankfully the aquanette did stop playing. The door opened and was close to being shut just as fast if Haruka didn't place her foot in the opening.
The racer winced in pain before speaking up. "I bring offerings for a truce! Well, more like I had to come close to begging our daughter to help, but please I'm sorry I forgot to do the dishes before going to the tracks! Hotaru helped me bake the cookies for you. And by help I mean I promised that she could eat two cookies after they finished so she could bake them for me. I'm already in trouble with you, I didn't want to get into more trouble with you by accidentally burning the kitchen or worse the house."
Haruka kept on rambling not away that Michiru was trying hard not to laugh. What the senshi of wind didn't realize is that she had a little bit of flour in her hair and some batter on her shirt. Michiru took the plate of chocolate chip cookies and the cup of milk from her partner's hands and placed them on a nearby table. The senshi of sea wrapped her arms around her partner's mid-section.
"Alright, you're forgiven this time. But you better remember to do the dishes unless it's an utmost important emergency. Next time you might be as lucky and be forced to sleep in the garage instead of the couch." Haruka laughed nervously at that comment. It was nice to be able hold her partner and be held. She never liked it when they fight even if it was something small. "Oh, and Ruka? If Hotaru's appetite is spoiled, you're still sleeping on the couch."
"WHAT?!"