Title: Fluffy
Author: Wind Water Time & Death
Rated: PG-13, to be safe
Summary: Haruka with an...INTERESTING hair-do.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon isn't mine.
Fluffy
It started as a normal day in the Outer
Senshi home. Setsuna and Hotaru were
sitting at the table eatting their
breakfast when Michiru ran in laughing
hysterically.
The two senshi shared a confused look
then looked at Michiru.
"What's so funny Michiru-mama?" Hotaru
asked curiously.
"Nothing," Michiru snickered.
Hotaru and Setsuna shrugged and went
back to eatting their breakfast. But
when Michiru laid her head on the table
and continued laughing, they couldn't
stand it any longer.
"What is it?" Setsuna asked.
Michiru lifted her head and started
making some hand movements around her
head as she tried to explain. But, she
was laughing so hard that they couldn't
understand the aqua-haired girl.
Setsuna and Hotaru just sighed and
went back to their breakfast again.
Finally after Michiru's laughter calmed
down, she cleared her throat and said,
"Let's just say...Haruka and hairdryers
make an interesting combination."
"Nani?" Setsuna and Hotaru said in unison.
"You'll see..." Michiru grinned, then
cleared her throat again.
Michiru was silently snickering as she
cut a grapefruit in half for her own
breakfast. Tears were running down her
face from laughing so hard.
Michiru's eyes widened when she heard
the unmistakeable sound of Haruka
truding down the stairs. She quickly
wiped her tears of laughter away and got
a prim and proper composure as Haruka
entered the kitchen.
"Good morning," Haruka growled, having
never really been a morning person.
Setsuna and Hotaru suppressed a laugh as
they took in the sight of Haruka.
The blond girl's hair was delicately
fluffed out, making a lovely halo of
sorts around her head. Michiru looked up
at her lover and smiled sweetly.
"Well, aren't we all nice and fluffy
this morning?" Michiru grinned, offering
Haruka the other half of her grapefruit.
Haruka smiled sleepily and sat down
beside Michiru. She laid her head on
Michiru's shoulder as she sprinkled a
little sugar on top of her grapefruit.
Haruka looked at Setsuna and Hotaru.
The two were staring at her for some odd
reason. "What? Do I have a smudge on my
face?"
Setsuna and Hotaru's eyes widened and
they quickly busied themselves around
the kitchen. Both quickly realized there
was nothing to actually do...
"Oh, it's such a fluffy...I mean, lovely
day," Setsuna beamed. "I think I'll go
to the lab and work on my hair...er, I
mean experiment."
"Can I come?" Hotaru asked hopefully.
"Sure!" Setsuna grabbed Hotaru's hand
and the two quickly ran out of the small
kitchen. "Wait, why don't I go ahead
and take you to school?"
"Alright!" Hotaru replied a little too
cheerfully.
Haruka lifted her head and looked at her
partner. "What's with them?" she asked.
Michiru's eyes slowly studied her face.
"I have...no idea Darling," Michiru
smiled. "Are you going to drive your car
or the motorcycle today?"
"It looks like it might rain, so I was
thinking of taking my car to school,"
Haruka replied. She looked at her watch.
"It appears that we should be on our way
as well Michi."
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Later that night...
Haruka shook her head so that her hair
could fall back into place. She
personally hated to use the hairdryer
to dry her hair after a shower, but as
of late she'd been having to due to the
fact she was coming down with a small
cold.
She slowly walked into the room she
shared with Michiru and smiled. Michiru
was sitting at her easel drawing.
"Ready for bed?" Haruka asked with a
mischievous grin.
"Not yet Fluffy," Michiru replied with
an amused smile.
"I wish someone would have told me that
my hair had fluffed out this morning. It
would have saved me many strange looks
at school," Haruka commented.
"I thought it looked nice...made you
look like you had a halo around your
head."
"What are you working on?" Haruka walked
around to get a good look at Michiru's
work of art. "Did my hair really look
*that* fluffy?"
The sparkle in Michiru's eyes told
Haruka that it indeed had been as fluffed
as Michiru's picture depicted it to be.
Michiru put down her pencil and smiled.
Michiru walked over to the bed and patted
the space beside her. "Come on Fluffy,"
she said with a teasing smile.
"Are you saying I'm a 'fluff'?" Haruka
asked, sitting down on her side of the
bed. She settled in under the covers.
"Yes," Michiru grinned, snuggling up to
her lover's warm body. "But you're MY
fluffy."
Haruka turned off the lamp. "I'm not a
fluff..."
"Yes you are."
"Prove it."
"Gladly..."
"Hmm...Okay, I'm convinced."
"Told you."
"Good night Michi," Haruka said with a
soft sigh.
"Good night Fluffy."
The last thing heard in the house was
Michiru's giggly squeal as Haruka started
tickling her.
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Author: Wind Water Time & Death
Rated: PG-13, to be safe
Summary: Haruka with an...INTERESTING hair-do.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon isn't mine.
Fluffy
It started as a normal day in the Outer
Senshi home. Setsuna and Hotaru were
sitting at the table eatting their
breakfast when Michiru ran in laughing
hysterically.
The two senshi shared a confused look
then looked at Michiru.
"What's so funny Michiru-mama?" Hotaru
asked curiously.
"Nothing," Michiru snickered.
Hotaru and Setsuna shrugged and went
back to eatting their breakfast. But
when Michiru laid her head on the table
and continued laughing, they couldn't
stand it any longer.
"What is it?" Setsuna asked.
Michiru lifted her head and started
making some hand movements around her
head as she tried to explain. But, she
was laughing so hard that they couldn't
understand the aqua-haired girl.
Setsuna and Hotaru just sighed and
went back to their breakfast again.
Finally after Michiru's laughter calmed
down, she cleared her throat and said,
"Let's just say...Haruka and hairdryers
make an interesting combination."
"Nani?" Setsuna and Hotaru said in unison.
"You'll see..." Michiru grinned, then
cleared her throat again.
Michiru was silently snickering as she
cut a grapefruit in half for her own
breakfast. Tears were running down her
face from laughing so hard.
Michiru's eyes widened when she heard
the unmistakeable sound of Haruka
truding down the stairs. She quickly
wiped her tears of laughter away and got
a prim and proper composure as Haruka
entered the kitchen.
"Good morning," Haruka growled, having
never really been a morning person.
Setsuna and Hotaru suppressed a laugh as
they took in the sight of Haruka.
The blond girl's hair was delicately
fluffed out, making a lovely halo of
sorts around her head. Michiru looked up
at her lover and smiled sweetly.
"Well, aren't we all nice and fluffy
this morning?" Michiru grinned, offering
Haruka the other half of her grapefruit.
Haruka smiled sleepily and sat down
beside Michiru. She laid her head on
Michiru's shoulder as she sprinkled a
little sugar on top of her grapefruit.
Haruka looked at Setsuna and Hotaru.
The two were staring at her for some odd
reason. "What? Do I have a smudge on my
face?"
Setsuna and Hotaru's eyes widened and
they quickly busied themselves around
the kitchen. Both quickly realized there
was nothing to actually do...
"Oh, it's such a fluffy...I mean, lovely
day," Setsuna beamed. "I think I'll go
to the lab and work on my hair...er, I
mean experiment."
"Can I come?" Hotaru asked hopefully.
"Sure!" Setsuna grabbed Hotaru's hand
and the two quickly ran out of the small
kitchen. "Wait, why don't I go ahead
and take you to school?"
"Alright!" Hotaru replied a little too
cheerfully.
Haruka lifted her head and looked at her
partner. "What's with them?" she asked.
Michiru's eyes slowly studied her face.
"I have...no idea Darling," Michiru
smiled. "Are you going to drive your car
or the motorcycle today?"
"It looks like it might rain, so I was
thinking of taking my car to school,"
Haruka replied. She looked at her watch.
"It appears that we should be on our way
as well Michi."
*****************************
Later that night...
Haruka shook her head so that her hair
could fall back into place. She
personally hated to use the hairdryer
to dry her hair after a shower, but as
of late she'd been having to due to the
fact she was coming down with a small
cold.
She slowly walked into the room she
shared with Michiru and smiled. Michiru
was sitting at her easel drawing.
"Ready for bed?" Haruka asked with a
mischievous grin.
"Not yet Fluffy," Michiru replied with
an amused smile.
"I wish someone would have told me that
my hair had fluffed out this morning. It
would have saved me many strange looks
at school," Haruka commented.
"I thought it looked nice...made you
look like you had a halo around your
head."
"What are you working on?" Haruka walked
around to get a good look at Michiru's
work of art. "Did my hair really look
*that* fluffy?"
The sparkle in Michiru's eyes told
Haruka that it indeed had been as fluffed
as Michiru's picture depicted it to be.
Michiru put down her pencil and smiled.
Michiru walked over to the bed and patted
the space beside her. "Come on Fluffy,"
she said with a teasing smile.
"Are you saying I'm a 'fluff'?" Haruka
asked, sitting down on her side of the
bed. She settled in under the covers.
"Yes," Michiru grinned, snuggling up to
her lover's warm body. "But you're MY
fluffy."
Haruka turned off the lamp. "I'm not a
fluff..."
"Yes you are."
"Prove it."
"Gladly..."
"Hmm...Okay, I'm convinced."
"Told you."
"Good night Michi," Haruka said with a
soft sigh.
"Good night Fluffy."
The last thing heard in the house was
Michiru's giggly squeal as Haruka started
tickling her.
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