A/N: Some quick replies to my reviewers:

shinstellar13- Yep, I knew it...the dreadful OOC-ness. Oh well, as long as you're pleased with it then I am too. Also, be on the lookout for your other request...first, I have to get up to the chapter where he comes in.

Harpygirl91- Like your sister? Wow, don't think I'd want to meet her then. Personally, I really like Aizen...in a weird sort of way.


Name: The Last Drop

Author: Moi Fah

Genre: Romance

Crossover: Sailor Moon/ Bleach

Theme: Tea (Day Twelve)

Versions: Anime and Anime/ Manga (respectively)

Word Count: 1744

Feedback: If you feel so moved...

Rating: K+


It was just like the old saying, Setsuna thought, 'like mother like daughter'. It was unavoidable that the purple-eyed and -haired girl would be taunted for her odd looks and even more unusual abilities. Children could be so cruel, sometimes. Setsuna was no stranger to this behavior, it only struck her as unfair that her adopted daughter would have to go through the same thing.

After murmuring some sympathizing words, the green-haired woman sent the young girl off to bed with a cup of green tea and a smile. Setsuna fixed a cup for herself, moving to the couch of their tiny apartment for a good think.

She, Setsuna Meioh, had lived for millions of years and experience many things. Of course being a Senshi was the foremost memory that stuck out in her mind, especially since she still held that title, albeit the Sailor Wars were now over. However, during times when the Senshi were not needed, she'd found interesting ways to pass her time. Once, she fallacious posed as a deity for a foolish cult. Another time, she'd teleported to the Sengoku Jidai period to live out that age.

Setsuna smiled against the cup's rim, the steam rising into her nostrils. The smell of green tea...obviously it was her favorite for many reasons. It was her favorite drink, her favorite kind of air freshener, and...part of his favorite food. 'Yes,' she recalled sadly, her maroon orbs softening at the recollection of his face. During another period of peace, the Senshi of Time had tried her hand at becoming a Soul Reaper. 'That's probably where all that mess got started,' she noted mentally, concerning the bullying of her younger person.

It wasn't hard to fit in with these people..it wasn't like they were monsters or anything (although they did have a few bad-looking ones). Her intelligence was what bothered them greatly. There was no way anyone could always score so high on tests, physical or mental, her classmates would cry out. Setsuna had never cheated like the others suspected of her. Sooner or later though, it got to her, along with accusing glares. Setsuna held her tongue, lest she say or do something that would upset her chances of ultimately passing, but that's also when he came along.

Truthfully, the grass-haired woman had never really noticed him, much too absorbed in her studies to make extremely close friends, but then again, she also had to wonder how she'd never noticed him before. His name was Ukitake Jushiro, a man on the same intellect level as herself if not smarter. His hair was very pale, but not yet a silver color, and his face was warm and filled with kindness. She'd first taken note of all this when mid-term test scores had been posted. Surprisingly, they'd both tied for 1st place, with someone named Kyoraku Shunsui trailing right behind them at 2nd place.

"Congratulations," he'd said over the noise of the other students that had crowded around to see the charts as well. Turning in wonder, as she wasn't used to being addressed by her classmates often, she found that he was indeed talking to her. A little dumbfounded, she took his extended hand and returned the handshake. "Next time though, I intend to beat you." he smiled once more, Setsuna unable to help but blush. He was very attractive when he smiled. "Y-Yeah..." she murmured back in response, lost in her own world of wonderful thoughts involving him as he walked away to get to his next class.

"Whoa, looks like someone's got a crush, Suna-chan!" Setsuna jumped at the sound of the loud and familiar voice, as hands simultaneously slammed around her shoulders harshly. Regaining her thoughts, she tried to shake the person off but only ended up moving outside of the circle of students who were still trying to see their scores. "Can I help you-oh..." she trailed off, finally catching sight of her captor; he was a particularly easy person to remember, mostly due to his looks and outrageous personality, but for some reason, the name escaped her. "Um, who are you again?"

"The name's Kyoraku, lovely Suna-chan. You know, it hurts my feelings that you forgot my name." he said, 'laying on the charm'. Setsuna, however, was unaffected by it, thoughts of a certain pale-haired man on her mind. Her maroon eyes treated him to an icy stare before speaking, "And just what do you mean by that?" He looked a little surprised by this, but quickly replaced it with a smile, one she was sure she'd never seen in class before.

"Come on, lovely Suna-chan, anybody could have seen it on your face a minute ago. You've got the hots for 'ole Ukitake...admirable dude, but certainly not as much as me..." he seemed to muse, barely noticing as the green-haired woman lost her interest and started to head the other way. "Oh come on," he began again, trying to catch back up with the rapid pace of the woman, "I was just kidding."

"You'd better not say a word." Setsuna returned icily, failing to see the small grin on his face. "What could you lose from it?" Kyoraku asked, Setsuna slowing down in thoughtfulness. "Nothing really," she responded, "I'm just a little embarrassed is all...no one's really talked to me that kindly since I came here."

Kyoraku frowned inwardly, what was he? Chopped liver? Oh well, this new situation was worth bearing through it. Now he could poke fun at his best friend and the woman who secretly liked him. "I've got an idea that might help you get over that embarrassment."

"I'm not going out with you as practice." she shot out coldly once more, hoping that he would stop these fruitless attempts. They were almost full-fledged shinigami for goodness sakes, he could have at least acted like it. It was a strange thought that struck, but she couldn't help but wonder why these two were such good friends. Truthfully, she preferred to always stay in the back and watch and learn about her classmates, but for some reason, she felt as if she'd known these two her entire life. Her eyes softened a little, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm really in no position to be rude to people."

"Personally I think you are, but who cares what those idiots think? They act the same way towards me too...well, at least the girls anyways." Setsuna blew air through her nose, trying to suppress a small laugh. "So...what was that idea of yours?"

"Glad you came around. Now listen up..."

Setsuna nodded as the usually loud and boisterous man lowered his voice into a whisper. She continued to nod, a little surprised at the things he was telling her about, but she was thankful for them nonetheless. Finally, with her plan set in her mind, she thanked her new friend as they finally reached her designated classroom. Kyoraku, on the other hand, simply waltzed back in the same direction they'd come from, back to one of the classrooms they'd passed already.

Setsuna bided her time throughout the next class, wondering if she'd have enough courage to do it. The Senshi of Time would have been sure and confident in doing any other thing perhaps, but spilling green tea on the man didn't especially seem the best way to break the ice. Oh well, Kyoraku told her that Ukitake would more than likely start to blame himself for what happened, upon which Setsuna would say it was her fault. Then after quarreling over whose fault it was for a while, Setsuna would then propose a way to make it up to him. Perfect.

After class, she quickly rushed into a nearby tea shop and got exactly what she was looking for. Returning to the academy, as it was still break-time, she hurriedly wondered around the school in search of the pale-haired young man. Finally finding him, she hid herself behind a wall as the crowd around him began to grow obviously louder. Setsuna watched in silence and slight wonder, everybody else seemed to like him as well. Who wouldn't though? He was kind and well-mannered, a person other people would naturally be attracted to. The crowd of other students seemed to be congratulating him on getting the top score once more. The green-haired woman couldn't help but feel a little hurt, seeing as she had tied with the man as well. The only one who'd even offered any form of kind words was Kyoraku, and he was a bit odd to say the least.

Looking back up, she noticed that the crowd was disappearing. Taking her chances, she hurriedly rushed from behind the wall and slammed directly into him. The loosened lid on the teapot flew off as expected, but unfortunately, the contents inside didn't land 'exactly on the money'. The next thing Setsuna knew, the two of them were on the ground, tea covering her from top to bottom. Now the green-haired woman just felt foolish. "I'm so sorry..." she whispered, her spirits...well, dampened, at the thought of what had just happened. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry, here!" he exclaimed, taking off his white coat and draping it over her body. She used the coat to wipe her face somewhat, thankful that the tea had cooled off some instead of burning her skin clean off. "Thank you," she said sweetly after he helped her to her feet, "I should have been watching where I was going."

"No, I was in the wrong. I shouldn't have been standing in the middle of the walkway. Please, let me do something to make it up to you." Setsuna smiled, her painted lips twisting upwards in glee. Looking around, he quickly picked up the teapot that she supposedly 'dropped' on 'accident'. "I've wasted all of that tea, the least I can do is buy some more for you." he proposed.

"I'd like that," she smiled, "Just as long as you come with me."

And with that, the memory faded as the last drop of tea disappeared from the present-day Setsuna's cup. It was a wonderful memory indeed. Perhaps Hotaru would find someone just as kind as him...albeit, without spilling some form of liquid on him.


Trust me, this would have been up way sooner, but I was feeling a little under the weather, then lost track of time. This idea's been floating around in my head for a little while, so I just had to get it out. The next one, I promise, is for you Harpygirl! Hotaru prepare to be placed with L, and vice versa!