First off, I don't own Sailormoon. Naoko Takeuchi was the original creator, and has the rights to it as such.However, the wonderful people of A D Vision, DIC, Toei Animation, Cloverway, and the USA and Cartoon television networks brought it to me. Support them by buying Sailor Moon on DVD or video cassette and watching their television networks. And if you're po(or), just watch TV.
Calethos Verilain Blacksworth
"When Purple Clashes with Pink"
Chapter 3: Michiru's Defense, Setsuna's Gain
Re-edited May 31st, 2004
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Night. It follows day like death follows life. But like death and life, night turns to day again and a new life is born from an old.
Night had come over the half of the planet Japan was located on. Night covered the house the four housemates lived in together. Daylight blurred the visions of the people of the house. All four were gathered in front of the television watching a love story unfold. Some of the watchers were, let's say, not enjoying the movie.
"I love this part. They kiss for the first time and they know they've found true love." Chibiusa sighed and smiled.
"That's not the way to kiss when you're in love," Michiru commented seriously. She couldn't see such an impossible romance happening, but people need to eat, so people write the oddest things to be put onto TV. "Maybe these actors should try it themselves sometimes."
"Try what, Michiru-san?" Everyone turned to Michiru, who had a smug face.
"Try love of course. That's how you kiss when you have a crush on someone." Haruka looked at Michiru with an "Is that so?" face. "Well, um, I wouldn't know about it from personal experience or anything." Michiru began to blush.
"So what did you two do last night?" Haruka burst out at Chibiusa and Hotaru. They looked at each other. They seemed to almost be talking to each other telepathically, but Haruka knew they were just thinking to themselves. Finally, both nodded as if agreeing to something.
"We experimented with making love."
Haruka thrust herself up off the couch and into the kitchen. Michiru looked back and forth between Haruka and the pair on the couch with them, eyebrows climbing. It would have surprised her if Chibiusa had said it, but Hotaru saying it was something else entirely. "Well then. Um... Haruka?" She got up to follow Haruka.
"I don't think they like us being together like this," Chibiusa said quietly when Haruka and Michiru were out of whispering distance.
"Haruka doesn't. Michiru is trying to support it. Trying."
Chibiusa opened her mouth to comment but was stopped when she heard Haruka's shouts. "She has an obligation to fulfill, she needs to bear a child to secure the future of the Kingdom!"
"They don't need to grow up right now, either of them! Let them have their fun and worry about responsibility later, Haruka!" Chibiusa and Hotaru got up and walked to the kitchen, stopping when they heard one of the two voices cooing.
"Not here, Michiru. Not now. I'm upset, I don't like it, I don't like Them. She needs-"
"Haruka, she will. Later. Let them have their time and we can have ours. We haven't fulfilled our obligations to have children to take our places yet either, have we?" Haruka sighed. It was an argument that would just go on forever, and she would never win it.
"You're right. But I'm still mad."
"Then let me give you another rub to get that tension out." Michiru placed her hands on Haruka's shoulders and began rubbing. "You feel entirely too stressed for your own good. Relax."
Chibiusa grabbed Hotaru and brought her back to the couch. "So that's what you meant. There's still plenty of guys out there when the time comes. Or there's always..." Hotaru nodded. "But why is Haruka being so anal about it?"
Hotaru shrugged. "I don't know. But, I do know one thing, we both need to get going. The workplace awaits, Chibiusa-chan." Chibiusa looked at the clock beside Hotaru then back at Hotaru, who already grabbed up her jacket and apron along with Chibiusa's own jacket and apron. She smiled and tossed Chibiusa's over-garments to her.
"Tell me again why we work in fast food? I'm a princess."
"Technically, so am I, but we don't sweat the small stuff, do we? Besides, Haruka and Michiru can't have us depending upon them forever for money, can they?" Hotaru opened the door and exited.
"Would you like fries and a cola with that?" she asked into the air. "Going to work," she shouted to Michiru and Haruka, who were still at their massaging.
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"Setsuna-san! Hurry up!" Usagi was still pulling around Setsuna like a little kid pulling around her best friend, or mother. Setsuna had long since forgotten about having comfortable feet. Her heels were aching and her wrist felt like it was about to pop off from Usagi pulling on it all day. "How about him?" she asked suddenly, stopping to let Setsuna rest.
"Not my type." She ought to get out and do some physical training sometime. It would be beneficial, she thought.
"You don't know until you meet him." Usagi thrust Setsuna forward until Setsuna hit the man. Setsuna looked back with a glaring face but Usagi had disappeared.
"Um, miss, excuse me." The man got up and dusted himself off. "Sorry I bumped into you."
"I'm sorry. I have an overzealous friend who's trying to set me up with some random guy off the street." Setsuna looked back again but couldn't find Usagi.
"Oh, I know how that can be," he nearly grunted. "I just had a terrible mix-up with a flower shop assistant. My friend said the person was a girl, and I found out the hard way that he wasn't. Still, looks like he could almost, almost pass for a girl though."
"Really? What did he look like?"
"Um, tall, red hair, didn't really say much. He had cold eyes though, like he'd seen his sister hit by a car or something."
"Hum. What did your friend have to say about it?"
"He said he pushed me on accident. He already knew Aya was a guy, he just wanted to see my reaction. Yoji can be a comedian at times."
"I'll bet." Setsuna looked behind her again, still not seeing Usagi.
"Would you like to go out sometime with me?" She considered a moment.
It has been said that a woman would know within the first five minutes of being with a man that she'd know whether she wanted to sleep with him or not. This hadn't entered her mind, but she was sizing him up just the same for that purpose. He had a handsome face, a little stubble but that was alright, not a bold chin, but not a hiding one either. He was dressed nicely, as if he had a girlfriend already and was taking her out, and yet, no rings, no scents about him. He was merely a nice-looking man in the mall. For her, this computation took about thirty seconds. Her answer was We'll see, let's go out and maybe I'll let you have me."
"That would be nice. I can tell you about some of my friends as well. Like HER!" She pointed to Usagi trying to escape. Usagi turned and smiled, blushed, and crept away.
"Cute friend. She looks like she'd already have a boyfriend." He held up his ring finger and waved it. Setsuna saw it bare, but knew he was talking about Usagi's wedding band.
"That she does. That she does." Setsuna sighed. "And two children."
"Oh, really. Kids are cute, aren't they?" He smiled.
"Absolutely. I get the privilege of babysitting whenever she..." (What, goes to a ball, performs court functions?) "Whenever she's got stuff to do."
"Sounds like fun. Where do you live? I'll pick you up for dinner tonight, say, around seven?"
"That would be nice." She quickly told him the name of the hotel where she was staying with Usagi and what room number. "I'm not going to be in town long, just here with a friend so we can go man-hunting and so she can visit a few of her old friends here." Setsuna sighed. She knew she sounded a bit too straight-forward, but if her potential (mate? husband?) didn't like it, then he was no longer a potential anything.
"That's alright. I don't mind at all. Seven then," he said cheerily.
Setsuna nodded.
Calethos Verilain Blacksworth
"When Purple Clashes with Pink"
Chapter 3: Michiru's Defense, Setsuna's Gain
Re-edited May 31st, 2004
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Night. It follows day like death follows life. But like death and life, night turns to day again and a new life is born from an old.
Night had come over the half of the planet Japan was located on. Night covered the house the four housemates lived in together. Daylight blurred the visions of the people of the house. All four were gathered in front of the television watching a love story unfold. Some of the watchers were, let's say, not enjoying the movie.
"I love this part. They kiss for the first time and they know they've found true love." Chibiusa sighed and smiled.
"That's not the way to kiss when you're in love," Michiru commented seriously. She couldn't see such an impossible romance happening, but people need to eat, so people write the oddest things to be put onto TV. "Maybe these actors should try it themselves sometimes."
"Try what, Michiru-san?" Everyone turned to Michiru, who had a smug face.
"Try love of course. That's how you kiss when you have a crush on someone." Haruka looked at Michiru with an "Is that so?" face. "Well, um, I wouldn't know about it from personal experience or anything." Michiru began to blush.
"So what did you two do last night?" Haruka burst out at Chibiusa and Hotaru. They looked at each other. They seemed to almost be talking to each other telepathically, but Haruka knew they were just thinking to themselves. Finally, both nodded as if agreeing to something.
"We experimented with making love."
Haruka thrust herself up off the couch and into the kitchen. Michiru looked back and forth between Haruka and the pair on the couch with them, eyebrows climbing. It would have surprised her if Chibiusa had said it, but Hotaru saying it was something else entirely. "Well then. Um... Haruka?" She got up to follow Haruka.
"I don't think they like us being together like this," Chibiusa said quietly when Haruka and Michiru were out of whispering distance.
"Haruka doesn't. Michiru is trying to support it. Trying."
Chibiusa opened her mouth to comment but was stopped when she heard Haruka's shouts. "She has an obligation to fulfill, she needs to bear a child to secure the future of the Kingdom!"
"They don't need to grow up right now, either of them! Let them have their fun and worry about responsibility later, Haruka!" Chibiusa and Hotaru got up and walked to the kitchen, stopping when they heard one of the two voices cooing.
"Not here, Michiru. Not now. I'm upset, I don't like it, I don't like Them. She needs-"
"Haruka, she will. Later. Let them have their time and we can have ours. We haven't fulfilled our obligations to have children to take our places yet either, have we?" Haruka sighed. It was an argument that would just go on forever, and she would never win it.
"You're right. But I'm still mad."
"Then let me give you another rub to get that tension out." Michiru placed her hands on Haruka's shoulders and began rubbing. "You feel entirely too stressed for your own good. Relax."
Chibiusa grabbed Hotaru and brought her back to the couch. "So that's what you meant. There's still plenty of guys out there when the time comes. Or there's always..." Hotaru nodded. "But why is Haruka being so anal about it?"
Hotaru shrugged. "I don't know. But, I do know one thing, we both need to get going. The workplace awaits, Chibiusa-chan." Chibiusa looked at the clock beside Hotaru then back at Hotaru, who already grabbed up her jacket and apron along with Chibiusa's own jacket and apron. She smiled and tossed Chibiusa's over-garments to her.
"Tell me again why we work in fast food? I'm a princess."
"Technically, so am I, but we don't sweat the small stuff, do we? Besides, Haruka and Michiru can't have us depending upon them forever for money, can they?" Hotaru opened the door and exited.
"Would you like fries and a cola with that?" she asked into the air. "Going to work," she shouted to Michiru and Haruka, who were still at their massaging.
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"Setsuna-san! Hurry up!" Usagi was still pulling around Setsuna like a little kid pulling around her best friend, or mother. Setsuna had long since forgotten about having comfortable feet. Her heels were aching and her wrist felt like it was about to pop off from Usagi pulling on it all day. "How about him?" she asked suddenly, stopping to let Setsuna rest.
"Not my type." She ought to get out and do some physical training sometime. It would be beneficial, she thought.
"You don't know until you meet him." Usagi thrust Setsuna forward until Setsuna hit the man. Setsuna looked back with a glaring face but Usagi had disappeared.
"Um, miss, excuse me." The man got up and dusted himself off. "Sorry I bumped into you."
"I'm sorry. I have an overzealous friend who's trying to set me up with some random guy off the street." Setsuna looked back again but couldn't find Usagi.
"Oh, I know how that can be," he nearly grunted. "I just had a terrible mix-up with a flower shop assistant. My friend said the person was a girl, and I found out the hard way that he wasn't. Still, looks like he could almost, almost pass for a girl though."
"Really? What did he look like?"
"Um, tall, red hair, didn't really say much. He had cold eyes though, like he'd seen his sister hit by a car or something."
"Hum. What did your friend have to say about it?"
"He said he pushed me on accident. He already knew Aya was a guy, he just wanted to see my reaction. Yoji can be a comedian at times."
"I'll bet." Setsuna looked behind her again, still not seeing Usagi.
"Would you like to go out sometime with me?" She considered a moment.
It has been said that a woman would know within the first five minutes of being with a man that she'd know whether she wanted to sleep with him or not. This hadn't entered her mind, but she was sizing him up just the same for that purpose. He had a handsome face, a little stubble but that was alright, not a bold chin, but not a hiding one either. He was dressed nicely, as if he had a girlfriend already and was taking her out, and yet, no rings, no scents about him. He was merely a nice-looking man in the mall. For her, this computation took about thirty seconds. Her answer was We'll see, let's go out and maybe I'll let you have me."
"That would be nice. I can tell you about some of my friends as well. Like HER!" She pointed to Usagi trying to escape. Usagi turned and smiled, blushed, and crept away.
"Cute friend. She looks like she'd already have a boyfriend." He held up his ring finger and waved it. Setsuna saw it bare, but knew he was talking about Usagi's wedding band.
"That she does. That she does." Setsuna sighed. "And two children."
"Oh, really. Kids are cute, aren't they?" He smiled.
"Absolutely. I get the privilege of babysitting whenever she..." (What, goes to a ball, performs court functions?) "Whenever she's got stuff to do."
"Sounds like fun. Where do you live? I'll pick you up for dinner tonight, say, around seven?"
"That would be nice." She quickly told him the name of the hotel where she was staying with Usagi and what room number. "I'm not going to be in town long, just here with a friend so we can go man-hunting and so she can visit a few of her old friends here." Setsuna sighed. She knew she sounded a bit too straight-forward, but if her potential (mate? husband?) didn't like it, then he was no longer a potential anything.
"That's alright. I don't mind at all. Seven then," he said cheerily.
Setsuna nodded.