~Chapter Two~
Heads turned, mouths fell agape, and conversations stopped when Haruka and her new girlfriend walked down the hall, holding hands in an obviously more-than-friendly way. And usually, after the initial shock of seeing loner Haruka attached, to another girl, of all things, most people began awwing over how cute they looked, despite the usual American homophobic tendencies. Maybe they just reacted to seeing what looked like a normal couple, since those who didn't know Haruka easily mistook her for a male. Whatever stopped most people's from being predjudiced didn't stop Usagi, however. Suprisingly, after the wimpy totally-Usagi faint, she had actually toughened up-where Haruka and Michiru, were concerned, at least. All it took was for her to sight Haruka and Michiru for her to just radiate hate in their direction, to the annoyance of her more accepting friends, who were just glad she didn't have the guts to lash at them outright.
Michiru noticed this, after the general euphoric feeling of being with Haruka lessened. She also noticed that Haruka was still in the dark about just to what extent Usagi hated them, because she was still starry-eyed and blank minded to all but Michiru, which, while an improvement to her former suicidal mood, could be dangerous in this situation. After all, even a bunny could turn out to have fangs. So, she stayed near Haruka as much as possible, sure that Usagi would act on the weaker girl if she acted at all.
"Hey dykes, could you not funtion with a guy like normal girls? Not suprising for Ruka there, since no guy could get hard around someone who looked just like him. Fucking her would make a guy as bad as you carpet lickers." Usagi called loudly, making everyone turn to stare at Michiru and Haruka. "Michiru there should have been an easy lay, though, but I bet no guy would touch her now, much less let her touch them. They know where her hands have been-not to mention her mouth. She's not from around here, maybe she aquired her disgusting taste for pussy back home." Usagi continued, a sadistic grin on her face.
"Better a delicous girl than all the scummy guys you've fucked, playboy bunny." Michiru said scathingly. "Better true love than a penny-whore. That's how you make money, isn't it playboy bunny? Fucking the guys who can't afford anyone better?"
Usagi's face turned an interesting color of purple, and looked ready to kill. Michiru didn't need to bother preparing for a weak rabbit attack though-Ami had her securely from behind.
"I bet you would have tasted good back when you were innocent, Usagi." Haruka said, joining in with Michiru. "Too bad your rotten core has proceeded to make your pussy rotten, too. Your guys paid for a cheap whore, and looks like they got what they paid for."
Usagi had gone from purple, to white, and back to purple again. "I'll get you dykes for this." She spat out. "My boyfriend..."
"Is on their side," came a male voice from behind the crowd. "I think I've had enough of this playboy bunny." With an evil grin, he made an elaborate move from Usagi to Haruka and Michiru. "Ladies, my name is Mamoru." He did a dramatic bow.
Haruka gave him a look better suited to what you found in the sewer. "Thanks but no thanks. We don't need a male to stick up for us. Why don't you stay with your pb bunny-she's going to need a good workout to get her mind off things."
Mamoru raised an eyebrow. "Male? Are we a totally different species, now? I share your tastes in girls, mind you. We should be allies. The bunny can put whoever she's screwwing on the side into the spotlight as her new boyfriend." He said, not moving. Haruka didn't look appeased, but Michiru gave her a warning look before she said anything more.
"Thank you, we need all the allies we can get. It's one less peice of scum she's got wrapped around her finger." Michiru said, making Haruka glower. "But-" she said, "don't think shared tastes means anything other than that. I don't trust a guy who allies with girls that are out of his league-especially when they do it for no apparent reason."
Usagi, who had finally shut the hell up, looked like someone had wacked her with a board. First these dykes dare to insult her-nevermind that she insulted them first- and then her boyfriend..uh, ex-boyfriend takes their side? It looked like she was the only person who saw these carpet-lickers for what they were-unnatural, disgusting, freaks. But she'd take care of them. She'd show them how dangerous a 'bunny' could be-especially one with as many strong lovers as she had. They'd fix them, and whoever succeeded would get the privilige of being her new boyfriend. Then she would deal with that traitorous Mamoru. If he begged to her satisfaction, he might be able to become one of her hanger's on again, even though he would never ascend to the rank of boyfriend again. She was master to her guys-even the ones that paid her learned their place soon enough. Mamoru would learn his again.
"You had better watch your backs, dykes. Or one day you just might find a knife in them." She said.
Michiru grimaced. "Do you have to speak in cliches, playboy bunny?" Usagi lunged at her, but it was a half-hearted attempt at best, and she finally allowed Ami to drag her off.
Heads turned, mouths fell agape, and conversations stopped when Haruka and her new girlfriend walked down the hall, holding hands in an obviously more-than-friendly way. And usually, after the initial shock of seeing loner Haruka attached, to another girl, of all things, most people began awwing over how cute they looked, despite the usual American homophobic tendencies. Maybe they just reacted to seeing what looked like a normal couple, since those who didn't know Haruka easily mistook her for a male. Whatever stopped most people's from being predjudiced didn't stop Usagi, however. Suprisingly, after the wimpy totally-Usagi faint, she had actually toughened up-where Haruka and Michiru, were concerned, at least. All it took was for her to sight Haruka and Michiru for her to just radiate hate in their direction, to the annoyance of her more accepting friends, who were just glad she didn't have the guts to lash at them outright.
Michiru noticed this, after the general euphoric feeling of being with Haruka lessened. She also noticed that Haruka was still in the dark about just to what extent Usagi hated them, because she was still starry-eyed and blank minded to all but Michiru, which, while an improvement to her former suicidal mood, could be dangerous in this situation. After all, even a bunny could turn out to have fangs. So, she stayed near Haruka as much as possible, sure that Usagi would act on the weaker girl if she acted at all.
"Hey dykes, could you not funtion with a guy like normal girls? Not suprising for Ruka there, since no guy could get hard around someone who looked just like him. Fucking her would make a guy as bad as you carpet lickers." Usagi called loudly, making everyone turn to stare at Michiru and Haruka. "Michiru there should have been an easy lay, though, but I bet no guy would touch her now, much less let her touch them. They know where her hands have been-not to mention her mouth. She's not from around here, maybe she aquired her disgusting taste for pussy back home." Usagi continued, a sadistic grin on her face.
"Better a delicous girl than all the scummy guys you've fucked, playboy bunny." Michiru said scathingly. "Better true love than a penny-whore. That's how you make money, isn't it playboy bunny? Fucking the guys who can't afford anyone better?"
Usagi's face turned an interesting color of purple, and looked ready to kill. Michiru didn't need to bother preparing for a weak rabbit attack though-Ami had her securely from behind.
"I bet you would have tasted good back when you were innocent, Usagi." Haruka said, joining in with Michiru. "Too bad your rotten core has proceeded to make your pussy rotten, too. Your guys paid for a cheap whore, and looks like they got what they paid for."
Usagi had gone from purple, to white, and back to purple again. "I'll get you dykes for this." She spat out. "My boyfriend..."
"Is on their side," came a male voice from behind the crowd. "I think I've had enough of this playboy bunny." With an evil grin, he made an elaborate move from Usagi to Haruka and Michiru. "Ladies, my name is Mamoru." He did a dramatic bow.
Haruka gave him a look better suited to what you found in the sewer. "Thanks but no thanks. We don't need a male to stick up for us. Why don't you stay with your pb bunny-she's going to need a good workout to get her mind off things."
Mamoru raised an eyebrow. "Male? Are we a totally different species, now? I share your tastes in girls, mind you. We should be allies. The bunny can put whoever she's screwwing on the side into the spotlight as her new boyfriend." He said, not moving. Haruka didn't look appeased, but Michiru gave her a warning look before she said anything more.
"Thank you, we need all the allies we can get. It's one less peice of scum she's got wrapped around her finger." Michiru said, making Haruka glower. "But-" she said, "don't think shared tastes means anything other than that. I don't trust a guy who allies with girls that are out of his league-especially when they do it for no apparent reason."
Usagi, who had finally shut the hell up, looked like someone had wacked her with a board. First these dykes dare to insult her-nevermind that she insulted them first- and then her boyfriend..uh, ex-boyfriend takes their side? It looked like she was the only person who saw these carpet-lickers for what they were-unnatural, disgusting, freaks. But she'd take care of them. She'd show them how dangerous a 'bunny' could be-especially one with as many strong lovers as she had. They'd fix them, and whoever succeeded would get the privilige of being her new boyfriend. Then she would deal with that traitorous Mamoru. If he begged to her satisfaction, he might be able to become one of her hanger's on again, even though he would never ascend to the rank of boyfriend again. She was master to her guys-even the ones that paid her learned their place soon enough. Mamoru would learn his again.
"You had better watch your backs, dykes. Or one day you just might find a knife in them." She said.
Michiru grimaced. "Do you have to speak in cliches, playboy bunny?" Usagi lunged at her, but it was a half-hearted attempt at best, and she finally allowed Ami to drag her off.
