Epilogue
The last chapter. Let's hurry up and get this over with, so Grace can drag
me out the door. We're going to meet some of our 'friends' *gag* in Japan
*Woohoo!*
Later that year, on one of Neptune's many beautiful beaches, I was lying on a deck chair next to Hotaru and Setsuna, watching Michiru swim in the waves. "Makoto?!" Setsuna called out cheerfully to one of my temporary slaves. This was their two month long punishment. Revenge is sweet. When Makoto arrived, Setsuna smirked at her. "I want my feet and then my back rubbed, Hotaru wants another Rum and Coke, and Haruka wants some red wine! Chop chop! Hop to it, then! Oh, and Michiru wants a towel." Grumbling, Makoto sent Ami to rub Suna's feet, Mamoru to rub her back, and went to make us the drinks, and get a towel. Michiru, still wet and getting sick of waiting, sat down on my lap.
"Hey!" I yelled. She laughed and flicked her hair in my face as Makoto handed me my wine and dropped Michiru's towel on the ground next to her. It was ignored. Makoto was being a maid. A crappy one, but still a maid. Ami and Mamoru were odd-job girls. (tee hee) and Minako was our cook, mainly because she hated cooking. But, because we didn't want to risk food poisoning, none of her food got eaten. We always made our own. Smirking, Michiru flicked her hair at me again. "You know I'm only annoying you 'cause I love you, Ruka." She went to do it again, but I grabbed her so she couldn't, and kissed her heatedly. "Uh huh. Sure..." I smiled evilly as Ami made a face, as if to say 'Ew, love.' Just because of that, I did it again.
When the second kiss ended, Michiru, looked at Setsuna. "You're gonna get me a white wine." Setsuna raised and eyebrow. "You broke the lamp, you get me a drink. Now." Setsuna sighed and got up slowly. When Michiru glared at her, she almost ran. Yep. I think I'm going to like being married to her, I thought, hugging Michiru to me. I'm going to like it a lot.
All done! Tell me what you thought. Okay I'm off for a month long holiday in Japan. *lets Grace pull her, kicking and screaming, out the door* Ja ne, Minna-san!
Later that year, on one of Neptune's many beautiful beaches, I was lying on a deck chair next to Hotaru and Setsuna, watching Michiru swim in the waves. "Makoto?!" Setsuna called out cheerfully to one of my temporary slaves. This was their two month long punishment. Revenge is sweet. When Makoto arrived, Setsuna smirked at her. "I want my feet and then my back rubbed, Hotaru wants another Rum and Coke, and Haruka wants some red wine! Chop chop! Hop to it, then! Oh, and Michiru wants a towel." Grumbling, Makoto sent Ami to rub Suna's feet, Mamoru to rub her back, and went to make us the drinks, and get a towel. Michiru, still wet and getting sick of waiting, sat down on my lap.
"Hey!" I yelled. She laughed and flicked her hair in my face as Makoto handed me my wine and dropped Michiru's towel on the ground next to her. It was ignored. Makoto was being a maid. A crappy one, but still a maid. Ami and Mamoru were odd-job girls. (tee hee) and Minako was our cook, mainly because she hated cooking. But, because we didn't want to risk food poisoning, none of her food got eaten. We always made our own. Smirking, Michiru flicked her hair at me again. "You know I'm only annoying you 'cause I love you, Ruka." She went to do it again, but I grabbed her so she couldn't, and kissed her heatedly. "Uh huh. Sure..." I smiled evilly as Ami made a face, as if to say 'Ew, love.' Just because of that, I did it again.
When the second kiss ended, Michiru, looked at Setsuna. "You're gonna get me a white wine." Setsuna raised and eyebrow. "You broke the lamp, you get me a drink. Now." Setsuna sighed and got up slowly. When Michiru glared at her, she almost ran. Yep. I think I'm going to like being married to her, I thought, hugging Michiru to me. I'm going to like it a lot.
All done! Tell me what you thought. Okay I'm off for a month long holiday in Japan. *lets Grace pull her, kicking and screaming, out the door* Ja ne, Minna-san!
