Disclaimer: I own Sailor Moon, so bow before me. What? I do. Seriously. Stop looking at me like I'm crazy. *Throws arms in air* Ok, ok, I really don't, but wouldn't it be great if I did? *Audience shakes heads* You know what? Your all so generous with your love and support *walks away*
I use North American names for the Inners, and Japanese Names for the outers, because I feel like it.
And I really do like SM, but it's the characters are to funny to be kept serious.
What If... Chapter 2
By Sweet Flames of Vipers
When we last left the I.G.s they were prepping to mess with the sailor senshis (A.N: Why? Why do we do anything? Because we're bored, so are they.) Actually they spent 15 minutes prepping (A.N: 'What did they prep?' You ask. You'll see...) and the other half, LITERALLY twiddling their thumbs. (A.N: Go figure.) Then they proceeded to go invisible and teleported to Haruka/Michiru's apartment. I. G. 1 went inside the apartment, while I. G. 2 stayed in the hallway, waiting for the other senshi's.
INSIDE SAID APARTMENT:
"Michiru," Haruka shouted, "where are you."
"In the kitchen," the Michiru shouted back.
Haruka walked into the kitchen, and reached a hand to the sandwiches Michiru was making.
"Hey!" Michiru exclaimed as she slapped Haruka's hand. "These are for the meeting."
"But I'm huuuuunnnnggggggrrrry." Haruka pouted.
Michiru chuckled and gave Haruka a quick peck. "You can wait until the girls are here."
"Fine." Haruka retorted, still pouting, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter.
"Well, aren't you so cute." Michiru said as if talking to a puppy, and pinched Haruka's like an old aunt would do to her nieces and nephews. (A.N: You know the feeling, *SFV rubs face with remorse*)
Haruka, a bit ticked, responded "Speaking of cute, nice apron." Referring to the pink, frilly (A.N: *SFV shivers*) apron, Michiru was donning.
"Setsuna made it for me. I'm glad you like it, because she made and identical one for you too." Michiru smirked.
Haruka's face froze. "What!?!?"
"I'm just kidding"
Haruka breathed a sigh of relief, as Michiru was giggling. "You just had to do that didn't you?" Haruka eyeballed Michiru.
The response was a big grin and a clear, definitive, "Yes."
To be continued
*Dodges rotten vegetables* I know, not much humor, or I. G. s. Don't worry, more funny in the next chap. *hears I.G. fan club made of 5 very strong, and obsessive fans clearing throats* And of course everybody's favorites, the Idiocy Gods. *Cheesy Smile, Curtains close (thankfully)*
Dedications: Without these people, I wouldn't be as disturbed, and my fanfic's wouldn't be half as funny, (actually, you may find traces of their personalities in the future in my fanfics...) So you have these people to blame for the increased insanity
C.L.
D.R.
N.R.
F.K.
K.K.
M.R.
M.W.
M.O.
B.S.
S.S.
K.P.
J. F.
I use North American names for the Inners, and Japanese Names for the outers, because I feel like it.
And I really do like SM, but it's the characters are to funny to be kept serious.
What If... Chapter 2
By Sweet Flames of Vipers
When we last left the I.G.s they were prepping to mess with the sailor senshis (A.N: Why? Why do we do anything? Because we're bored, so are they.) Actually they spent 15 minutes prepping (A.N: 'What did they prep?' You ask. You'll see...) and the other half, LITERALLY twiddling their thumbs. (A.N: Go figure.) Then they proceeded to go invisible and teleported to Haruka/Michiru's apartment. I. G. 1 went inside the apartment, while I. G. 2 stayed in the hallway, waiting for the other senshi's.
INSIDE SAID APARTMENT:
"Michiru," Haruka shouted, "where are you."
"In the kitchen," the Michiru shouted back.
Haruka walked into the kitchen, and reached a hand to the sandwiches Michiru was making.
"Hey!" Michiru exclaimed as she slapped Haruka's hand. "These are for the meeting."
"But I'm huuuuunnnnggggggrrrry." Haruka pouted.
Michiru chuckled and gave Haruka a quick peck. "You can wait until the girls are here."
"Fine." Haruka retorted, still pouting, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter.
"Well, aren't you so cute." Michiru said as if talking to a puppy, and pinched Haruka's like an old aunt would do to her nieces and nephews. (A.N: You know the feeling, *SFV rubs face with remorse*)
Haruka, a bit ticked, responded "Speaking of cute, nice apron." Referring to the pink, frilly (A.N: *SFV shivers*) apron, Michiru was donning.
"Setsuna made it for me. I'm glad you like it, because she made and identical one for you too." Michiru smirked.
Haruka's face froze. "What!?!?"
"I'm just kidding"
Haruka breathed a sigh of relief, as Michiru was giggling. "You just had to do that didn't you?" Haruka eyeballed Michiru.
The response was a big grin and a clear, definitive, "Yes."
To be continued
*Dodges rotten vegetables* I know, not much humor, or I. G. s. Don't worry, more funny in the next chap. *hears I.G. fan club made of 5 very strong, and obsessive fans clearing throats* And of course everybody's favorites, the Idiocy Gods. *Cheesy Smile, Curtains close (thankfully)*
Dedications: Without these people, I wouldn't be as disturbed, and my fanfic's wouldn't be half as funny, (actually, you may find traces of their personalities in the future in my fanfics...) So you have these people to blame for the increased insanity
C.L.
D.R.
N.R.
F.K.
K.K.
M.R.
M.W.
M.O.
B.S.
S.S.
K.P.
J. F.