Disclaimer: Characters not mine. Story mine.
Some one asked for another chapter to this story, and I figured, why not? It's seems to be pretty funny. (Or at least it is to me...) So here we have...
Back to School Part 2: The Uniforms....
"I'm not wearing that."
"Oh, come on. It'll look pretty on you." Michiru twirled in front of their bedroom mirror, showing off her brand new school uniform. Haruka had similar ones, in slightly different size, as she was taller. They had arrived in two big boxes that morning, but Haruka's dislike of skirts kept her from opening them. Michiru had done that as soon as she stepped through the door after finishing her shift at the store down the road.
"No it won't. Those styles always look better on you. I'm going to call for another fitting in the morning. This time for pants." She said, from her position on the bed, lounging with a Motorcycle magazine in front of her.
"No you aren't. You will wear those skirts if I have to force you into them." Michiru said, still admiring her reflection in the mirror. Haruka looked up at her, an eyebrow raised.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" She asked, teasingly.
"That's a threat. A promise would be forcing you out of the skirts." Michiru quipped, adjusting one of her bows.
"Damn."
"Look, just try one of the things on. You haven't worn a real skirt in years. You may change your mind about them."
Haruka glanced down at her comfortable slacks and button down shirt. There was no way that wearing a skirt could beat this particular combination. She rolled over so that her head was hanging upside down over the edge of the bed.
"I seriously doubt that my opinion will change, real skirt or not." Michiru's upside down face gave her one of those exasperated looks through the mirror. She turned around and started walking towards the boxes.
"Ooh! Do that again!"
"What? Turn around? Why?"
"Because I can see your underwear when you do." Haruka's remark was awarded with a Juuban uniform in the face.
"You better be wearing that when I get back in here, or you will not like the consequences."
"But, I--"
"Do it!"
Haruka pulled the material off her face, rolled back onto her front and stood up. She figured it was always easier just to do what Michiru says, having seen her anger in full swing at several bad guys before, she really didn't want to be on the receiving end of it.
So, when Michiru flounced back into the room, five minutes later, Haruka was glaring at her reflection in their mirror. Michiru grinned and clapped her hands.
"Oh, look at you! I told you it would look pretty on you. That blue is nearly the same shade as your senshi uniform!" She bubbled. Haruka frowned at her.
"I'm not supposed to look pretty. That's your department. I'm supposed to be striking."
Michiru smiled a little, folded her hands over one of Haruka's shoulders and rested her chin on it.
"I think you look better as pretty."
"Do you, indeed."
"But, you'll have to put on some stockings."
"No. I draw the line at stockings. I will not fight with those things."
"Well, it's either stockings, or you shave your legs. Which one do you hate more?"
"I'll wear the stockings."