Yup, it's the third part of the third chapter. Hopefully the last part,
too. *sweatdrop* This is way too long...chapters'll be added less regularly
from here on in. I'm picking up from where I left off. (Didn't get very
far, did I? O__o;;) Anyways, one thing has to be said. Thank goodness for
bathrooms, just when you need 'em...
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Kiyone wandered around the Galaxy Police HQ. No other opportunities had come up to use her new, temporary body against Mitsuki. Everyone had obviously heard rumours already about who strange she was acting - there were whispers behind her as she went.
Let's see how SHE likes it, she thought happily.
But for now, no one was about. It had been a few hours since she'd almost run in with the real Mitsuki, and, being bored, she's had quite a few drinks for something to do...
Kiyone wandered into the bathroom, and shut the door. As she locked the cubicle door behind her, she heard a cry, and the bathroom door swing open so forcefully it sounded as if it had just flow off its hinges, and a thud.
"Ow...why does she have to wear such high heels..."
From underneath the door, she saw a pair of feet get upright, and clack over towards the sinks.
"Ugh, this uniform stinks...and it's all nasty...but...but I still have a few more hours to go."
Kiyone crouched down on the floor and peered under the gap under the door. She couldn't see much, but the fact that the shoes matched the ones she was wearing told her it was Mitsuki moaning. She grinned as Mitsuki continued to talk to herself.
"And people are saying I did stuff that I didn't..."
Kiyone snickered silently. It had worked, then...
"But...but that's okay. That's...it's all right. Because it's helping Kiyone. Kind of."
Kiyone frowned. What was she talking about? And something in her tone didn't seem quite right...it...it couldn't...
"I've still got ages until I change back. I wonder if I've done enough for Kiyone to like me? ...I guess I could do more stuff, just in case? Ew, but I wish I could change these trousers!"
Kiyone unlocked the cubicle door, and stepped out. Mitsuki spun around and gasped.
"Mi...Mihoshi?"
Mitsuki, or Mihoshi, didn't move. She had no idea what to do.
"Mihoshi...it's me, Kiyone."
"...Kiyone!? You...why...uh..."
Kiyone started to laugh. "I can't believe it. Why did you...?"
Mihoshi looked down, sniffing. "I thought that maybe if Mitsuki looked stupid, you'd forget about what she did to you, and kinda feel better, and maybe...not hate me."
Kiyone stopped laughing. "Mihoshi, I don't hate you."
"But all that stuff you said-"
"I was mad! I didn't mean any of it..."
"...Promise?"
"Uh-huh! I promise, Mihoshi! I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
Mihoshi beamed and threw her arms around Kiyone's neck, almost sending them both flying. "Of course I do!"
Kiyone hugged Mihoshi back.
"Kiyone? Why did you use yours?"
"I wanted to get my own back of course. For her making idiots out of us. Mostly for her making me say those things about you. Which I didn't mean."
Kiyone felt Mihoshi nod. "Kiyone? Can we get out of the bathroom now? I'm sick of it."
They both laughed, and Kiyone started to wriggle free of the bear hug. "I'll just be a minute."
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Author's Note: Doesn't it make you feel all fuzzy inside? No? Ah well. Just thought I'd slip in before the next scene to tell you not to get any ideas about this little scene! I'm not one of those people who think that Mihoshi and Kiyone are going out together. Or staying in together, for that matter... X__x; So this rating's not going THAT high, thankyouverymuch. On with the fic, then! Behee!
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Kiyone and Mihoshi had decided that it would be better to hide out now. Enough had been done. One of the hallways had recently been vandalised, and so it had been 'sealed off' until a clean-up team would get round to it. And as Galaxy Police weren't exactly known for the efficiency of the 'clean- up teams', the two Mitsuki doubles had snuck in and got settled.
They were sitting in a way that only one of them could be seen from each end of the corridor. So if anyone passed by, they'd only see Mitsuki being weird, talking to herself.
"...said that Mitsuki'd rammed into him twice in one day! I figured it was luck, but it was you, wasn't it?"
Mihoshi giggled. "Yeah, it was me. It was so hard not to apologise! And was that you who barged into the meeting?"
Kiyone grinned. "Who knew word could spread so fast?"
Laughing, Mihoshi turned her head to look out of the large window overlooking the spaceship dock. "Hey! It's Mitsuki...I think, anyway."
Kiyone stood and went to the window. Although she couldn't hear anything, she could definitely see Mitsuki down there, arguing with one of her superiors. She had her suitcases, packed, by her, but obviously being told to go back and unpack. Suddenly Mitsuki looked up.
It was Kiyone's first instinct to bolt. But she beckoned to Mihoshi. "Hey, come over and wave to Mitsuki."
Mihoshi frowned. "But-"
"Come on, quick."
Mihoshi ran over, and peered down. She and Kiyone both grinned and waggled their fingers at Mitsuki, who looked as if she'd seen a ghost. She was pointing upwards, evidently shouting. But by the time her superior had looked round, Kiyone and Mihoshi had gone.
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The next morning, Kiyone and Mihoshi, now back to normal, were leaning against the vending machine sipping coffee, when they saw Mitsuki rounding a corner, following an upset-looking Joe.
"I'm telling you," Mitsuki was saying, "it wasn't me! You know I would never say anything like that, we're best friends!"
"How could it not be you? And I thought I knew you'd never say something like that. Now I'm not so sure."
"Joe! JOE, listen to me! There's more than one of me! There were two more! But it wasn't me!"
"Would you listen to yourself!? Talk to me later, when you make sense!" He sped up.
Mitsuki stopped, and stamped her foot. "Why won't anyone believe me? ARGH!"
Kiyone and Mihoshi exchanged glances.
"Mitsuki, hey. We heard about your mission getting given to someone else. Too bad." Kiyone walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "It's not like it was a once in a lifetime chance though. You'll get another, don't worry."
"There WAS someone else doing those things," Mitsuki muttered. "They...they waved to me from a window...and then they disappeared."
Mihoshi stifled a giggle. "If someone was doing that stuff, why would they show themselves to you?"
"And people don't just disappear, Mitsuki." Kiyone winked at Mihoshi behind Mitsuki's back. "I think you need some rest. You've obviously been overworking yourself."
Mitsuki sighed. "Maybe you're right, Kiyone...I...I'll go get some sleep or something..."
She walked off, still murmuring to herself.
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Whew. Okay. It's done! *cheers* New chapter, new character, new waffle from me. No bathrooms. Bheh. At least, I don't think so. ^__~
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Kiyone wandered around the Galaxy Police HQ. No other opportunities had come up to use her new, temporary body against Mitsuki. Everyone had obviously heard rumours already about who strange she was acting - there were whispers behind her as she went.
Let's see how SHE likes it, she thought happily.
But for now, no one was about. It had been a few hours since she'd almost run in with the real Mitsuki, and, being bored, she's had quite a few drinks for something to do...
Kiyone wandered into the bathroom, and shut the door. As she locked the cubicle door behind her, she heard a cry, and the bathroom door swing open so forcefully it sounded as if it had just flow off its hinges, and a thud.
"Ow...why does she have to wear such high heels..."
From underneath the door, she saw a pair of feet get upright, and clack over towards the sinks.
"Ugh, this uniform stinks...and it's all nasty...but...but I still have a few more hours to go."
Kiyone crouched down on the floor and peered under the gap under the door. She couldn't see much, but the fact that the shoes matched the ones she was wearing told her it was Mitsuki moaning. She grinned as Mitsuki continued to talk to herself.
"And people are saying I did stuff that I didn't..."
Kiyone snickered silently. It had worked, then...
"But...but that's okay. That's...it's all right. Because it's helping Kiyone. Kind of."
Kiyone frowned. What was she talking about? And something in her tone didn't seem quite right...it...it couldn't...
"I've still got ages until I change back. I wonder if I've done enough for Kiyone to like me? ...I guess I could do more stuff, just in case? Ew, but I wish I could change these trousers!"
Kiyone unlocked the cubicle door, and stepped out. Mitsuki spun around and gasped.
"Mi...Mihoshi?"
Mitsuki, or Mihoshi, didn't move. She had no idea what to do.
"Mihoshi...it's me, Kiyone."
"...Kiyone!? You...why...uh..."
Kiyone started to laugh. "I can't believe it. Why did you...?"
Mihoshi looked down, sniffing. "I thought that maybe if Mitsuki looked stupid, you'd forget about what she did to you, and kinda feel better, and maybe...not hate me."
Kiyone stopped laughing. "Mihoshi, I don't hate you."
"But all that stuff you said-"
"I was mad! I didn't mean any of it..."
"...Promise?"
"Uh-huh! I promise, Mihoshi! I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
Mihoshi beamed and threw her arms around Kiyone's neck, almost sending them both flying. "Of course I do!"
Kiyone hugged Mihoshi back.
"Kiyone? Why did you use yours?"
"I wanted to get my own back of course. For her making idiots out of us. Mostly for her making me say those things about you. Which I didn't mean."
Kiyone felt Mihoshi nod. "Kiyone? Can we get out of the bathroom now? I'm sick of it."
They both laughed, and Kiyone started to wriggle free of the bear hug. "I'll just be a minute."
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Author's Note: Doesn't it make you feel all fuzzy inside? No? Ah well. Just thought I'd slip in before the next scene to tell you not to get any ideas about this little scene! I'm not one of those people who think that Mihoshi and Kiyone are going out together. Or staying in together, for that matter... X__x; So this rating's not going THAT high, thankyouverymuch. On with the fic, then! Behee!
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Kiyone and Mihoshi had decided that it would be better to hide out now. Enough had been done. One of the hallways had recently been vandalised, and so it had been 'sealed off' until a clean-up team would get round to it. And as Galaxy Police weren't exactly known for the efficiency of the 'clean- up teams', the two Mitsuki doubles had snuck in and got settled.
They were sitting in a way that only one of them could be seen from each end of the corridor. So if anyone passed by, they'd only see Mitsuki being weird, talking to herself.
"...said that Mitsuki'd rammed into him twice in one day! I figured it was luck, but it was you, wasn't it?"
Mihoshi giggled. "Yeah, it was me. It was so hard not to apologise! And was that you who barged into the meeting?"
Kiyone grinned. "Who knew word could spread so fast?"
Laughing, Mihoshi turned her head to look out of the large window overlooking the spaceship dock. "Hey! It's Mitsuki...I think, anyway."
Kiyone stood and went to the window. Although she couldn't hear anything, she could definitely see Mitsuki down there, arguing with one of her superiors. She had her suitcases, packed, by her, but obviously being told to go back and unpack. Suddenly Mitsuki looked up.
It was Kiyone's first instinct to bolt. But she beckoned to Mihoshi. "Hey, come over and wave to Mitsuki."
Mihoshi frowned. "But-"
"Come on, quick."
Mihoshi ran over, and peered down. She and Kiyone both grinned and waggled their fingers at Mitsuki, who looked as if she'd seen a ghost. She was pointing upwards, evidently shouting. But by the time her superior had looked round, Kiyone and Mihoshi had gone.
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The next morning, Kiyone and Mihoshi, now back to normal, were leaning against the vending machine sipping coffee, when they saw Mitsuki rounding a corner, following an upset-looking Joe.
"I'm telling you," Mitsuki was saying, "it wasn't me! You know I would never say anything like that, we're best friends!"
"How could it not be you? And I thought I knew you'd never say something like that. Now I'm not so sure."
"Joe! JOE, listen to me! There's more than one of me! There were two more! But it wasn't me!"
"Would you listen to yourself!? Talk to me later, when you make sense!" He sped up.
Mitsuki stopped, and stamped her foot. "Why won't anyone believe me? ARGH!"
Kiyone and Mihoshi exchanged glances.
"Mitsuki, hey. We heard about your mission getting given to someone else. Too bad." Kiyone walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "It's not like it was a once in a lifetime chance though. You'll get another, don't worry."
"There WAS someone else doing those things," Mitsuki muttered. "They...they waved to me from a window...and then they disappeared."
Mihoshi stifled a giggle. "If someone was doing that stuff, why would they show themselves to you?"
"And people don't just disappear, Mitsuki." Kiyone winked at Mihoshi behind Mitsuki's back. "I think you need some rest. You've obviously been overworking yourself."
Mitsuki sighed. "Maybe you're right, Kiyone...I...I'll go get some sleep or something..."
She walked off, still murmuring to herself.
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Whew. Okay. It's done! *cheers* New chapter, new character, new waffle from me. No bathrooms. Bheh. At least, I don't think so. ^__~