I never created Sailor Moon.
Hotaru frowned after Michiru made tomato soup for lunch. Wincing, she examined the bowl's contents and refused to lift the spoon on her plate.
She never liked the soup's color and taste. Hotaru began to glance at a large chocolate cake on the kitchen counter. One small smile materialized. She heard Michiru's voice.
''You may have a cake slice after you finish your soup,'' Michiru said in a firm tone.
Another frown suddenly replaced Hotaru's smile. She wondered if Haruka was sick from eating tomato soup as well.
''I'm going to check on Haruka. I expect to see every bit of soup gone.'' After Michiru stood, she stepped out of the kitchen.
''Just one tiny bit of cake. Nobody should notice anything,'' Hotaru muttered. She left the table and approached the counter.
She stood on the tips of her toes and reached. There was a tiny bit of frosting on her finger before she tasted. Hotaru lit up and took another taste.
Then another. Then another.
Hotaru's eyes flew open the minute she viewed most of the cake had been devoured. ''It was one tiny bit!'' She began to wince when her stomach ached.
''You ate most of the cake?!''
Eyes widened another time before Hotaru turned to Michiru. She saw the latter's shocked expression.
''I'll give you some medicine and then it's time for a nap.'' Michiru carried Hotaru to the bathroom where she cleaned her face and gave her medicine. Then to Hotaru's bed. Michiru frowned.
''Are you regretting eating cake before lunch?''
Hotaru nodded and winced again. She watched while Michiru left. A thoughtful expression formed prior to another smile. At least she didn't have to eat tomato soup.
After Hotaru took a nap for a few hours, she opened her eyes and sat up. They were wide again the minute they settled on Michiru bringing reheated tomato soup. Hotaru's stomach ached for another reason.
THE END