A/N: I own nothing from Sailor Moon, or any companies named forthwith, etc. Please don't sue me. I own very little.
An Unlikely Attack On The Epidermis!
"Owww. I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Ami-chan! I won't be able to walk for a week!" groaned one Makoto Kino. She walked with a bit of a limp, albeit an exaggerated one. Ami Mizuno just sighed. "It always hurts the first time. You get used to it, and after a while, the more you do it, the less it hurts." Makoto just glared at her girlfriend. True, Ami could be a bit…impulsive at times, but this was unexpected.
It all started on a Wednesday. Ami had showed up to the usual study-fest to find everything was as it should be. Usagi was asleep; while Rei and Minako were busy seeing how many Cheese-Doodles could fit up her nose. Makoto was the only one working on her studies, but quickly stopped in order to spend the time in a more productive manner; cuddling with Ami. When Ami politely refused, Makoto had to find out why, and that led her to follow Ami to the arcade out in town.
The small shop in a back alley was intimidating at first, but since Ami had ventured in before, and emerged in one piece, Makoto could only follow in her stead.
There were so many things on the walls, some of which Makoto liked, some of which she could only grimace at. 'Who could ever want one of those?' she wondered. After careful consideration with Ami, Makoto picked out the one she liked best, and talked with the shop owner about price.
Then Ami's friend Robb had shown up, and Makoto was in shock. "Y-You actually come to a place like this?" she asked. "Absolutely. Normally the Major comes with, but he's out with his girlfriend Mutsumi. I'm a huge customer here, and for this sort of thing, there's no place better." He smiled. "D-Does it hurt?" Makoto stammered out.
"Not really, but I'm used to it." Makoto let her jaw drop, while Ami giggled, and tapped fists with Robb as he sauntered into the back room. Soon, a buzzing sound filled the air.
"I'm not sure I can do this, Ami-chan." Makoto sounded nervous. Ami put an arm around her. "Hey if I can do it, I know you can. You're the toughest girl I know. Plus, you're pretty cute when you're nervous." Ami planted a quick kiss on Makoto's cheek, and left her to the mercy of the shops assistant. He led Makoto to the back room, where Robb was sitting in a chair, with his shirt off. Makoto could see a little bit of blood on his arm, and she gulped nervously.
Flashing forward in time, the girls were in awe of Ami and Makoto. "Wow. My dad would kill me if he found out I even looked at that place." Whispered Minako. "Don't go getting any ideas, Mina. You leave me plenty sore as it is." Usagi giggled. "Maybe I should drag Mamoru there." "Please, meat-ball head. You'd cry before they even started on you." Rei sneered. A fierce battle of tongue-wagging and staring ensued.
Ami and Makoto smiled. For a couple of first timers, they had a good time. Makoto had grimaced at first, but soon found the pain to be addictive. Ami was right by her side, and Robb offered various words of support, too. After they were all cleaned up, the two girls had ventured back to Rei's place, and told the gang what had transpired.
"Wow. I can't wait to go back. Getting a tattoo was a great idea, Ami-chan."
A/N: Raintheangels here. Thanks for reading the next chapter, and sorry about the delay. I was out to sea for a while. I liked the idea of making it seem like everyone's favorite duo were at an S&M shop or something, and only realizing at the very end how wrong you were. And sick. You pervs. And yes, I am Robb, in case you were wondering. I like putting myself and Major Mike Powell III in my stories. And yes, I have a lot of tattoos. A LOT. Go out and get one. Till then, Raintheangels signing out!