They had been traveling for several days now when they stumbled across something completely unexpected. "A baby!" Miaka cried in astonishment, running to the side of the road and picking up a tiny bundle. "Oooh, it's so cute!" Sailor Pluto glanced over disinterestedly, then looked away down teh road they were traveling while leaning on her Glaive. Her head snapped back, eyes widening to take another look at the baby.
"Let me see it," she said. She stepped forward and leaned her Glaive in the crook of her arm, then took the baby from Miaka, eyes widening even more--if that were possible. "You are supposed to be sleeping still," she whispered. "There is nothing to destroy in this time." She ignored the confused look on Miaka's face It was something she had gotten used to doing. She looked at her traveling party. "I will care for teh child No need to worry about her."
Chiriko raised an eyebrow. "Her? You can tell without looking? All babies look unisex unless they're wearing identifying colors and I have yet to notice anything identifying gender." Sailor Pluto glared at him. "Of course, if you say it's a she, you must know, O Guardian of Time," he added hastily.
Mitsukake stepped forward to look at the child and lightly touched her forehead, checking for injuries. Sailor Pluto jerked the girl back and glared at him. "Leave her be. There's nothing you can do for her."
Later that evening, Sailor Pluto wrapped the baby in her blankets and walked away slightly, trusting the others to keep Sailor Saturn safe--not that she really needed protection, she thought with a smile. She stood at the edge of the clearing for a moment and then glanced up through the canopy of tree branches. Instinctively, she identified each of the planets and the moon. She saluted the moon. "Princess, I am sorry I cannot fulfill my mission at this time. I am doing what I can to return to serve you." She stared at the moon a long time, before she felt something crawling in her hair.
Irritated, she brushed at her hair, but it didn't come out. She glanced to see what bug was stuck (silently wondering if she should cut her hair and discarding the idea at the same time since Sailor Venus would have a fit) when she saw it. "AAAAIIIIEEEEEEE!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"What's happening?" "What is it?" She could hear the others drawing weapons and vaguely noticed Miaka grabbing Sailor Saturn and preparing to run with her if necessary. But beyond that all she could focus on was the bug in her hair. She batted frantically at her hair, trying to get the cockroach out, but was unsuccessful because it's legs were hooked in. She screamed again and spun frantically around, jabbing Tasuki in the stomach and stepping on Tamahoma's foot with her spiked heel. He yelped and jumped around on one foot, holding the injured one and Tasuki was doubled over, trying to catch his breath. Two arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides and lifting her feet off the ground. "GET IT OUT, GET IT OUT OF MY HAIR!" she bellowed. Arm Guy trapped her with one arm and carefully removed the cockroach, setting it and her back on teh ground. She instantly smashed it, grinding it desperately into the ground. "Yuck, yuck, yuck! I hate cockroaches! GAH!" she shuddered. She glanced back, forcing herself to become composed again. She noticed Mitsukake standing behind her. "Thank you," she said a bit breathlessly from her exertions of squishing the roach. "I owe you big." She stalked back into camp.
"Listen!" Miaka cried. "the baby's laughing! Oh, isn't that adorable?"
Sailor Pluto stopped and set her fists on her hips. "Oh, laugh it up! You'll get yours, you little rodent!" she snapped at Sailor Saturn. The baby giggled somemore while Miaka staredat her in horror. "I'm going to bed," she announced. She looked at Tasuki. "And don't even think of trying to put a roach in my bed. If you do, so help me, I'll make you regret it--and I've had centuries to come up with ways to get even!" She was a little irritated.
A/NI'm sure some of you think that Pluto's brusqueness is a little out of character. Well, I thought that if she had just been torn from a job that she was told NEVER to leave, she might be a little unsettled. That's why she's a little irate..a lot. :) R/R please, but no flames, they don't really help anyone. (There's a HUGE difference between flames and contructive criticism. I accept the latter.)