Title: Hotaru's Love
Chapter: 12
Author: Ice1taru
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.
AN: Well, this is the twelfth chapter. I didn't think I would get this far, this soon. But I'm here.. *Bursts into tears* I want to thank those of you who've actually read this far, thank you! *Wiping away tears* Anyways.. *sniff* Uh, right. I'll probably end this in a few more chapters. I'm thinking about a sequel or a part two or something.. Hmm..
Oh, yeah. And let's all pretend Shino's last name is... Kawasaki.
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Hotaru's love by Ice1taru
The next day, Shino's parents arrived. Satoshi had almost forgotten that they were coming. In all the excitement and chaos, he had just assumed that he would keep them updated over the phone since they had said they might not be able to make it.
It was late afternoon when they heard a knock on their door. Shino, thinking that it might be Hotaru, rushed to the door and opened it excitedly, only to find his folks. Shino's face fell. Boy, was he disappointed. He walked back to the couch, mumbling to himself.
"Well, aren't you going to invite us in, son?" Mr. Kawasaki said.
Satoshi walked to the door, smiling broadly, and took the bags that his father was holding, glad that he hadn't noticed that Shino wasn't wearing any bandages.
Mr. Kawasaki walked inside the apartment, carefully inspecting and criticizing everything, "Open a window, there's no air in here." "It's damn cold in here, turn off the air conditioner." "Do I smell something burning?"
"Err, where's Mom?" Satoshi asked, looking outside.
"Oh, your mother. Well, she's arguing with the taxi driver downstairs. We got lost on the way here. Why weren't you at the airport to pick us up?" Mr. Kawasaki replied.
"Uh, we.. Didn't know you were coming," Satoshi said, sweat dropping. He carried all the bags inside and set them down on the living room floor.
"Ah, Mommy's here! Where's my poor baby, Shino?! Satoshi, we must get to hospital right away and see him," Mrs. Kawasaki exclaimed as she appeared at the apartment door.
"Ah, well, I'm thinking we might not need to go to the hospital to see Shino," Mr. Kawasaki stated matter-of-factly as he sat down next to Shino on the couch, who was playing Tekken.
"Oh, for heaven's sake! What happened to you? My poor baby! Are you okay? I thought you had an accident! Don't pout dear, it's not very becoming," Mrs. Kawasaki exclaimed as she ran over to Shino and enveloped him in a bear hug.
"Mom, please. I'm almost seventeen. What would my girlfriend say if she saw this right now?" Shino said, trying to breathe.
"Sixteen and a half," Mr. Kawasaki corrected.
"You have a girlfriend? WHO?! It better not be someone older than you, young man!" Mrs. Kawasaki shrieked.
"Err, Satoshi has a girlfriend! Uh, her name is Hotaru and uhhhhhh, she's younger than me! But wait, how come Satoshi can have a girlfriend?! And you get pissed whenever I get one?!" Shino exclaimed, pointing accusingly to his brother.
"Yes, but he's older than you, dear!" Mrs. Kawasaki stated kindly.
Mr. Kawasaki, who had been quiet for some time now, finally realized the truth of the situation, "You mean to tell me that you're not sick? We spent two THOUSAND dollars to get over here as fast as we can to make sure you're okay, and YOU'RE NOT SICK?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
"Great goin', bro! We could've used that money to go somewhere during spring break," Shino mocked.
Satoshi looked at his family and sat down bewildered. Somehow, some way, he always got blamed for everything. "ALL I wanted was to call you guys and let you know what was going on. Okay, you know what next time Shino hurts himself, no one will know! NO ONE! And besides, I didn't even know that he was just going to get healed MIRACULOUSLY in like a day, so THERE!"
"Don't raise your voice at me," Mrs. Kawasaki muttered, "And who is this Hotaru?"
"My girlfriend?" Shino said, raising an eyebrow, "You'll probably meet her soon, she said she'd drop by today."
"She comes over here? Unsupervised? I'm hope she's not another prostitute," Mrs. Kawasaki replied, befuddled.
"Well, technically, she hasn't yet. But I'm sure she will soon. And no, she's not "another prostitute"," Shino replied, offhandedly.
"Dana, I think you're forgetting the main point here," Mr. Kawasaki looked at his wife, "We both missed several meetings today and spent TWO THOUSAND dollars coming over here when Shino isn't even sick."
"Yes, what is all this about, dear?" Mrs. Kawasaki looked at her youngest son, who tried not to look at her.
"Err, well. Mom. Dad. I WAS sick. Uhh. But uh, the technology now a days is amazing and uh, it wasn't that big an accident, I mean, I merely slipped and fell on the ice," Shino explained.
"Yes, but Satoshi said you were in the hospital, I'm sure it was big if they had to take you to the hospital," Mr. Kawasaki reasoned.
"Heh, heh. They only took me to the hospital because they were overreacting," Shino said. Satoshi glared at him.
"I have a feeling you two are hiding something," Mrs. Kawasaki eyed her sons suspiciously, "Out with it. Come on."
"We're not hiding anything, Mom," Satoshi replied easily.
"Right," Shino nodded.
"Right," Satoshi mumbled and walked into the kitchen, determined to find something to eat.
"I'm going to find out what it is," Mr. Kawasaki mumbled to himself.
"Okay, well, uh.. I'll just uh, put all your bags into your room, alright," Shino said as he picked up all of his parents' suitcases and walked into the guest bedroom. He deposited all of their bags onto the floor, came back to the living room, and resumed his game of Tekken.
"Hungry?" Satoshi asked his parents, coming back into the living room with a bag of potato chips.
"Dear, what are you eating?" Mrs. Kawasaki said.
"Pofafo sips," Satoshi said, his mouth full.
"Don't chew with your mouth full, hon, and you know these are bad for you. You'll ruin your appetite," Mrs. Kawasaki took the potato chips away from Satoshi.
"Mom, it's FOUR," Satoshi protested.
"Still," Mrs. Kawasaki said, putting the potato chips away and beginning to clean up the apartment, "you boys have such a mess in here, don't you ever clean?"
"Nope," Both boys replied.
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Lina and Hotaru were in front of Shino and Satoshi's door at five. They had taken half the day trying to look perfect.
Hotaru inhaled, "How do I look?"
"You look good," Lina smiled, "really."
And she did. Hotaru wore a black leather skirt that went four inches above her knees and a long-sleeved dark blue shirt. She wore black boots that matched with the skirt and black jewelry (necklace, hoop earrings) and a black watch. She also wore dark blue mascara and rose-colored lipstick.
"What-what about me?" Lina asked, looking down at her outfit.
Hotaru laughed, "You know you always look good, Lina-chan."
And, of course, she did. Lina wore tight black sick Capri pants and a light blue baby tee. She wore white Lugz and black jewelry (puka shells, earrings), black eye liner, and clear lip gloss.
Lina knocked on the door and bit her lip. She felt like the biggest dork because she was anxious, she was usually never nervous around boys. Maybe it was because he was older than her.
Shino opened the door, smiling, and invited them in. He kissed Hotaru on the lips and they hugged. Lina rolled her eyes and walked into the living room in search of Satoshi. She found him playing Tekken.
"Hey," Satoshi smiled as she sat down next to him on the couch.
"Hey," Lina said, kissing him on the cheek, "why is it so quiet in here?"
"Eh, my parents are sleeping."
"..."
"They came to check on Shino, remember?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Yeah, they had a long trip."
"So, what do you wanna do now?" Lina asked, looking around.
"What do you think," Satoshi grinned and turned off the play station.
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"Pass the potatoes, please," Mrs. Kawasaki smiled at Hotaru, who immediately dropped her fork and handed her the potatoes.
"Thank you, dear," Mrs. Kawasaki beamed, "Such a sweetheart."
Hotaru looked down at her food, blushing. "You're welcome and thank you," she responded timidly.
"Why, you're welcome, dear," Mrs. Kawasaki said.
Hotaru laughed nervously. Shino grabbed her hand from under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She calmed down a little bit.
"So, Hotaru," Mrs. Kawasaki said, pointedly looking at Hotaru, "how long have you and Shino been dating?"
"Erm, twelve hours maybe? Well, officially, I dunno. But yeah, twelve hours, I think, uh if you get technical and all," Hotaru smiled, thinking that maybe she should stop rambling so much.
Shino shrugged, "I think it was longer."
"Really?" Hotaru looked over at him.
"Yeah, I mean... I've thought of you as my girlfriend since.. Uhm.. You kissed me on your porch. Remember that day?"
"How could I forget?" Hotaru sighed happily and squeezed his hand under the table.
Shino smiled at his girlfriend.
Lina and Satoshi rolled their eyes, and Hotaru thought that THEY were an old married couple.
Lina gently kicked Hotaru and Shino from under the table, they were staring at each other and it was really starting to annoy her. When they went into their own little world, it was as if no one else existed.
Hotaru smiled gratefully at Lina. Shino coughed and resumed eating his food.
After a few moments of silence, Hotaru couldn't take it anymore. She felt so weird when everything around her went oddly quiet.
"So, Satoshi. This pasta's great!" Hotaru said enthusiastically.
"Why, thank you. I'm glad at least SOMEONE appreciates my cooking," Satoshi said, exasperated.
"You can't cook, Sato. She's just being nice," Shino muttered.
"No she's not," Satoshi argued.
"Dude--," Shino began.
"I like it, really," Hotaru said.
"Oh," Shino said, disappointed.
When everyone else at the table was talking again, Hotaru gently leaned over to Shino and whispered, "Don't worry, Shino-chan, I'll always be on your side" and kissed him on the cheek. Of course, no one saw this, except Lina, who rolled her eyes and Mr. Kawasaki, who didn't really give a damn about who Shino was dating.
As Satoshi and Mrs. Kawasaki were deep in conversation about school, Mr. Kawasaki said, "Boy, is this boring" to Lina, who was taken aback by this bit of news, yet relieved. Mr. Kawasaki seemed cool, he didn't really bother anyone, was a no-nonsense kind of person and a businessman, which Lina hoped to be someday.
"Yeah, this is kind of boring," Lina admitted cautiously.
"So, tell me. Lina, is it? What are you in to?" Mr. Kawasaki said conversationally.
"Oh, fashion," Lina said brightly.
"Figures," Mr. Kawasaki mumbled and looked away, hoping to distract himself with something.
"Oh, but good fashion. And business," Lina said, "I plan to have a worldwide chain of fashion boutiques."
Mr. Kawasaki's head snapped in her direction as she said "business", "Well, tell me about that."
"Heh, there's not much to tell," Lina said, "But I plan on being the richest, most famous designer out there."
"Ah, ambitious, are we?" Mr. Kawasaki chortled, she was just like him when he was sixteen years old.
"Well, yeah," Lina raised her eyebrows, she couldn't tell whether he was laughing at her or not.
The rest of the night dragged on. When it was finally over, everyone was relieved. Somehow, everyone felt as if the evening had been a waste. And so, Lina and Hotaru went home and everyone else went to bed.
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AN: So, uhm, this was a filler chapter, uh, yeah...
*~Ice1taru~*
Chapter: 12
Author: Ice1taru
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.
AN: Well, this is the twelfth chapter. I didn't think I would get this far, this soon. But I'm here.. *Bursts into tears* I want to thank those of you who've actually read this far, thank you! *Wiping away tears* Anyways.. *sniff* Uh, right. I'll probably end this in a few more chapters. I'm thinking about a sequel or a part two or something.. Hmm..
Oh, yeah. And let's all pretend Shino's last name is... Kawasaki.
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Hotaru's love by Ice1taru
The next day, Shino's parents arrived. Satoshi had almost forgotten that they were coming. In all the excitement and chaos, he had just assumed that he would keep them updated over the phone since they had said they might not be able to make it.
It was late afternoon when they heard a knock on their door. Shino, thinking that it might be Hotaru, rushed to the door and opened it excitedly, only to find his folks. Shino's face fell. Boy, was he disappointed. He walked back to the couch, mumbling to himself.
"Well, aren't you going to invite us in, son?" Mr. Kawasaki said.
Satoshi walked to the door, smiling broadly, and took the bags that his father was holding, glad that he hadn't noticed that Shino wasn't wearing any bandages.
Mr. Kawasaki walked inside the apartment, carefully inspecting and criticizing everything, "Open a window, there's no air in here." "It's damn cold in here, turn off the air conditioner." "Do I smell something burning?"
"Err, where's Mom?" Satoshi asked, looking outside.
"Oh, your mother. Well, she's arguing with the taxi driver downstairs. We got lost on the way here. Why weren't you at the airport to pick us up?" Mr. Kawasaki replied.
"Uh, we.. Didn't know you were coming," Satoshi said, sweat dropping. He carried all the bags inside and set them down on the living room floor.
"Ah, Mommy's here! Where's my poor baby, Shino?! Satoshi, we must get to hospital right away and see him," Mrs. Kawasaki exclaimed as she appeared at the apartment door.
"Ah, well, I'm thinking we might not need to go to the hospital to see Shino," Mr. Kawasaki stated matter-of-factly as he sat down next to Shino on the couch, who was playing Tekken.
"Oh, for heaven's sake! What happened to you? My poor baby! Are you okay? I thought you had an accident! Don't pout dear, it's not very becoming," Mrs. Kawasaki exclaimed as she ran over to Shino and enveloped him in a bear hug.
"Mom, please. I'm almost seventeen. What would my girlfriend say if she saw this right now?" Shino said, trying to breathe.
"Sixteen and a half," Mr. Kawasaki corrected.
"You have a girlfriend? WHO?! It better not be someone older than you, young man!" Mrs. Kawasaki shrieked.
"Err, Satoshi has a girlfriend! Uh, her name is Hotaru and uhhhhhh, she's younger than me! But wait, how come Satoshi can have a girlfriend?! And you get pissed whenever I get one?!" Shino exclaimed, pointing accusingly to his brother.
"Yes, but he's older than you, dear!" Mrs. Kawasaki stated kindly.
Mr. Kawasaki, who had been quiet for some time now, finally realized the truth of the situation, "You mean to tell me that you're not sick? We spent two THOUSAND dollars to get over here as fast as we can to make sure you're okay, and YOU'RE NOT SICK?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
"Great goin', bro! We could've used that money to go somewhere during spring break," Shino mocked.
Satoshi looked at his family and sat down bewildered. Somehow, some way, he always got blamed for everything. "ALL I wanted was to call you guys and let you know what was going on. Okay, you know what next time Shino hurts himself, no one will know! NO ONE! And besides, I didn't even know that he was just going to get healed MIRACULOUSLY in like a day, so THERE!"
"Don't raise your voice at me," Mrs. Kawasaki muttered, "And who is this Hotaru?"
"My girlfriend?" Shino said, raising an eyebrow, "You'll probably meet her soon, she said she'd drop by today."
"She comes over here? Unsupervised? I'm hope she's not another prostitute," Mrs. Kawasaki replied, befuddled.
"Well, technically, she hasn't yet. But I'm sure she will soon. And no, she's not "another prostitute"," Shino replied, offhandedly.
"Dana, I think you're forgetting the main point here," Mr. Kawasaki looked at his wife, "We both missed several meetings today and spent TWO THOUSAND dollars coming over here when Shino isn't even sick."
"Yes, what is all this about, dear?" Mrs. Kawasaki looked at her youngest son, who tried not to look at her.
"Err, well. Mom. Dad. I WAS sick. Uhh. But uh, the technology now a days is amazing and uh, it wasn't that big an accident, I mean, I merely slipped and fell on the ice," Shino explained.
"Yes, but Satoshi said you were in the hospital, I'm sure it was big if they had to take you to the hospital," Mr. Kawasaki reasoned.
"Heh, heh. They only took me to the hospital because they were overreacting," Shino said. Satoshi glared at him.
"I have a feeling you two are hiding something," Mrs. Kawasaki eyed her sons suspiciously, "Out with it. Come on."
"We're not hiding anything, Mom," Satoshi replied easily.
"Right," Shino nodded.
"Right," Satoshi mumbled and walked into the kitchen, determined to find something to eat.
"I'm going to find out what it is," Mr. Kawasaki mumbled to himself.
"Okay, well, uh.. I'll just uh, put all your bags into your room, alright," Shino said as he picked up all of his parents' suitcases and walked into the guest bedroom. He deposited all of their bags onto the floor, came back to the living room, and resumed his game of Tekken.
"Hungry?" Satoshi asked his parents, coming back into the living room with a bag of potato chips.
"Dear, what are you eating?" Mrs. Kawasaki said.
"Pofafo sips," Satoshi said, his mouth full.
"Don't chew with your mouth full, hon, and you know these are bad for you. You'll ruin your appetite," Mrs. Kawasaki took the potato chips away from Satoshi.
"Mom, it's FOUR," Satoshi protested.
"Still," Mrs. Kawasaki said, putting the potato chips away and beginning to clean up the apartment, "you boys have such a mess in here, don't you ever clean?"
"Nope," Both boys replied.
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Lina and Hotaru were in front of Shino and Satoshi's door at five. They had taken half the day trying to look perfect.
Hotaru inhaled, "How do I look?"
"You look good," Lina smiled, "really."
And she did. Hotaru wore a black leather skirt that went four inches above her knees and a long-sleeved dark blue shirt. She wore black boots that matched with the skirt and black jewelry (necklace, hoop earrings) and a black watch. She also wore dark blue mascara and rose-colored lipstick.
"What-what about me?" Lina asked, looking down at her outfit.
Hotaru laughed, "You know you always look good, Lina-chan."
And, of course, she did. Lina wore tight black sick Capri pants and a light blue baby tee. She wore white Lugz and black jewelry (puka shells, earrings), black eye liner, and clear lip gloss.
Lina knocked on the door and bit her lip. She felt like the biggest dork because she was anxious, she was usually never nervous around boys. Maybe it was because he was older than her.
Shino opened the door, smiling, and invited them in. He kissed Hotaru on the lips and they hugged. Lina rolled her eyes and walked into the living room in search of Satoshi. She found him playing Tekken.
"Hey," Satoshi smiled as she sat down next to him on the couch.
"Hey," Lina said, kissing him on the cheek, "why is it so quiet in here?"
"Eh, my parents are sleeping."
"..."
"They came to check on Shino, remember?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Yeah, they had a long trip."
"So, what do you wanna do now?" Lina asked, looking around.
"What do you think," Satoshi grinned and turned off the play station.
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"Pass the potatoes, please," Mrs. Kawasaki smiled at Hotaru, who immediately dropped her fork and handed her the potatoes.
"Thank you, dear," Mrs. Kawasaki beamed, "Such a sweetheart."
Hotaru looked down at her food, blushing. "You're welcome and thank you," she responded timidly.
"Why, you're welcome, dear," Mrs. Kawasaki said.
Hotaru laughed nervously. Shino grabbed her hand from under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She calmed down a little bit.
"So, Hotaru," Mrs. Kawasaki said, pointedly looking at Hotaru, "how long have you and Shino been dating?"
"Erm, twelve hours maybe? Well, officially, I dunno. But yeah, twelve hours, I think, uh if you get technical and all," Hotaru smiled, thinking that maybe she should stop rambling so much.
Shino shrugged, "I think it was longer."
"Really?" Hotaru looked over at him.
"Yeah, I mean... I've thought of you as my girlfriend since.. Uhm.. You kissed me on your porch. Remember that day?"
"How could I forget?" Hotaru sighed happily and squeezed his hand under the table.
Shino smiled at his girlfriend.
Lina and Satoshi rolled their eyes, and Hotaru thought that THEY were an old married couple.
Lina gently kicked Hotaru and Shino from under the table, they were staring at each other and it was really starting to annoy her. When they went into their own little world, it was as if no one else existed.
Hotaru smiled gratefully at Lina. Shino coughed and resumed eating his food.
After a few moments of silence, Hotaru couldn't take it anymore. She felt so weird when everything around her went oddly quiet.
"So, Satoshi. This pasta's great!" Hotaru said enthusiastically.
"Why, thank you. I'm glad at least SOMEONE appreciates my cooking," Satoshi said, exasperated.
"You can't cook, Sato. She's just being nice," Shino muttered.
"No she's not," Satoshi argued.
"Dude--," Shino began.
"I like it, really," Hotaru said.
"Oh," Shino said, disappointed.
When everyone else at the table was talking again, Hotaru gently leaned over to Shino and whispered, "Don't worry, Shino-chan, I'll always be on your side" and kissed him on the cheek. Of course, no one saw this, except Lina, who rolled her eyes and Mr. Kawasaki, who didn't really give a damn about who Shino was dating.
As Satoshi and Mrs. Kawasaki were deep in conversation about school, Mr. Kawasaki said, "Boy, is this boring" to Lina, who was taken aback by this bit of news, yet relieved. Mr. Kawasaki seemed cool, he didn't really bother anyone, was a no-nonsense kind of person and a businessman, which Lina hoped to be someday.
"Yeah, this is kind of boring," Lina admitted cautiously.
"So, tell me. Lina, is it? What are you in to?" Mr. Kawasaki said conversationally.
"Oh, fashion," Lina said brightly.
"Figures," Mr. Kawasaki mumbled and looked away, hoping to distract himself with something.
"Oh, but good fashion. And business," Lina said, "I plan to have a worldwide chain of fashion boutiques."
Mr. Kawasaki's head snapped in her direction as she said "business", "Well, tell me about that."
"Heh, there's not much to tell," Lina said, "But I plan on being the richest, most famous designer out there."
"Ah, ambitious, are we?" Mr. Kawasaki chortled, she was just like him when he was sixteen years old.
"Well, yeah," Lina raised her eyebrows, she couldn't tell whether he was laughing at her or not.
The rest of the night dragged on. When it was finally over, everyone was relieved. Somehow, everyone felt as if the evening had been a waste. And so, Lina and Hotaru went home and everyone else went to bed.
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AN: So, uhm, this was a filler chapter, uh, yeah...
*~Ice1taru~*