Chapter Seven.

Ceres pt 1.

"Service, service," the pink-haired girl shouted handing off an order to another girl. She stood there in strange clothes - a very tight shirt pulled back by a very tight apron that folded into a thigh-length skirt. The other girl was similarly dressed…

Enter Setsuna, or the name she "invented" for herself - she did toy with "Trista" and other names. But Meioh Setsuna did as well as any other name.

The pink-haired girl saw her older friend, immediately she covered her face with the serving plate, turning red. The last thing on her list was being caught being at this place, working without permission from the school - working in this place none the less..

"Demeter," the owner shouted at her, "Customer!"

She looked at the owner - he always called her that, no matter how many times she told him her name. Yet looking at the tips, who really cared about such thing as a name…

She trudged over hoping to god that nobody looked in her direction.

Though the perverted looks of the customers were a minus for working in this place…

"Welcome to Anne Millers, service with a smile," she began the usual jingle of the specials and the services...

The food actually tasted like deep-fat-fried cardboard; however, the "fan-service" was enough to supplement the bad food.

"…whatever you suggest, Ceres," a female voice.

'…Oh, god, she is sitting in my table… she HAD to sit at my table. The oldest and I hate to say the wisest and most beautiful Sailor Scouts… HAD to sit at my table," the thought hit the poor pink-haired girl's head.

"… what do you want to have," Setsuna said to a blushing person next to her.

Now the focus turned to the person across from the long-haired beauty. A sigh of relief, it was not Hotaru. She would have died right then and there. But, there sitting in a chair across from Setsuna was a boy.

She turned beat red. A boy, the same age as she was…

"…Same as you, mommy," he said.

All voice left the pink-haired girl's mouth.

The older woman with pine-green hair explained, "You might say this is my son…"

The former Amazon really did not care who he was. Only that he was sitting there across from Setsuna.

"Anshur, this is Ceres," Setsuna introduced the girl with yellow bows holding up a bun and braids in circles….

"Call me, "Cere-Cere," the pink-haired girl managed to blush out words.

"… we will have the special, with ice cream," Setsuna said, "Funny thing finding you working here…"

Instead of giving an answer. The former Amazon rushed off with the orders. She paused waiting for the chef to get to work, '…oh, Setsuna, you are so lucky to be so fashionable… and now that boy… he is so… cute… I wish I had a boy like him.'

The order was placed into her hands, her thoughts wondering about the boy and what kind of girls he would be interested in, she placed the order right into his lap…

"I am so sorry! I am sorry! Sorry!"

She shouted brushing the mess even more on him, basically thrusting her chest right into his blushing face.

Before the boss could yell at her, Cere-cere had dragged him into the bathroom. She started to run the water, "I am so sorry! I have never done this before… how can I… say…"

Anshur stopped her. He kissed her.

That boy had kissed her. If it was one of those perverts ogling her Anne Miller's Outfit, she would have wailed on him.

He pulled away, "I am sorry, I did not mean to… I don't go around kissing girls like that and…"

Now she kissed him - to shut him up.

His tongue slipped into her mouth.

She broke away.

"I am sorry," both bowed smacking their heads into each other.

"I am sorry," again another apology.

Now they began to laugh. Anshur said to her, "Cere-cere, are you…"

"… are you… what…"

"…now if you two love-birds don't mind, I still like the special…"

There stood Setsuna with a smirk.

"It isn't like that!"

Both shouted. Only Anshur added the word, "Mom."

"…we will just have to talk about your relationship later…"

Managing not to again dump the meal into the green-haired boy's lap, Cere-cere breathed a sigh of relief...

She felt great all day. Not even caring if one of the perverts pinched her but. With tips in hand, she left work not even caring that she was still in uniform…

SLAM!

"I am sorry!"

Anshur and her shouted at the same time. There he was with roses in his hands…

"…flowers is how you say you are sorry," he started to crush the poor bouquet in his hands, "I didn't mean to…."

She looked at the poor flowers and the thorns cutting into the poor boy's flesh. It looked so pathetic that she had to kiss him, "You are forgiven."

"…like to take a walk," he offered his arm.

"Sure," she said seeing him as a knight in shining armour - despite mangling her flowers. She loved flowers, even mangled ones, "You should do something about your hands though…"

"… Like what?"

She took one of the yellow bows untied it, letting the large pink braid fall onto her shoulders, then tied it around his hand, "Here…"

"Thanks."

He blushed.

"You're welcome," she placed a kiss on his forehead.

The next thing she knew, the two of them were necking like lovers that had not seen each others in ages…

She broke it off…

Placed another kiss on him, and made her exit…

Giggling she returned home.

Her sisters proceeded to tease her for being in such a slut-like costume. She just smiled, wrapping her arms around her own torso thinking how wonderful the costume was and that the thought of having a real boyfriend to play with was with every insult her siblings gave her. She just smugly smiled at them and asked, "Ves-ves, isn't it your turn for dinner?"

"What?"

The redhead sneered at the Cere-cere, "You expect me to be some freaking Martha Stewart? No freaking way! No freaking way are you going to find me keeping the home fires burning for you or any guy…"

"Too bad, Ves," Jun-jun giggled, "I so much wanted to see you in an apron…"

"What is so bad about an apron," Palla-palla asked clueless as she read some loaned book from Ami.

"…and just an apron, nothing more than that," Jun-jun added.

The redhead prepared to hit her sibling.

"Why don't we just order a pizza instead…"

Cere-cere stopped her, "This time no strange spicy toppings…"

"… can Palla have halves with anchovies?"

The blue-haired sibling looked up from her book.

"… whatever," Ves-ves picked up the phone, "At least the pizza guy is cute…"

"… too bad we can only see him when we order…"

"…I wish I had a boyfriend."

"If you get a boyfriend, could you share him with Palla?"

The girl blinked her blue eyes receiving laughter.

Cere-cere just sat there, giving a smug smile. Her thoughts faded thinking of two thoughts - Anshur and his mother.

Such a real adult.

Such large breasts that begged for suckling.

Such a soft pussy she must have that has never been touched by anyone…

"Oooh, aren't we a little excited," Jun-jun groped her chest, "A little more I would say you were about to…"

Cere-cere knocked her hand away, balled up her fist, "Do you mind? Keep your lesbian thoughts to yourself…"

"… why shouldn't I? I mean men just don't come along every day do they? I don't think anybody minds if I look at Chibi-Usa, Hotaru, or anybody else…"

"Looking is one thing, sister," Ves-ves nodded wrapping her arms around Jun-jun's slender torso, "Touching is another thing… some people would say that this is incest."

"It IS INCEST," Palla-palla corrected them. She parted them.

Luckily the pizza came. Cere-cere looked at the monstrosity of a pizza order. Palla-palla just grinned at her half sardines, "It would be easier to get everybody in Japan to wear the same colour suit, than get two Americans to agree on pizza toppings…"

With that statement, Cere-cere left. She had neglected to even remove the costume. She wanted a better meat than just toppings on some pseudo-Italian dish. The girl with pink braided hair bound up into two large curls set out, her thoughts were of Pluto.

A scene had filled her head. There she be, her pink virgin mound rubbing gently against the pine green virgin mound while Anshur watched them…

Little did she know that this dream may become a reality…

That the cogs in the clock of fate was turning to make this and many other things a pure reality…

"Hey."

A hand on her shoulder.

"AAK!"

The pink-haired girl jumped out of her skin.

It was Setsuna.

"Did I scare you?"

"No."She lied.

"We need to talk."