I liked your ficlet that much Gator-chan, the muse made me do this...
Title - Apologies
Author - - PG-13
Series - Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon
- Sequel to 'Incoming!'
Pairing - Minako/Hotaru
Disclaimer - I do not own the Sailor Moon series nor its characters and this is not for
profit. Additionally, I didn't even come up with the original premise (sp?) for it. That's
Gator-chan's.
Author Notes - All reviews should be sent to Ayrki at the above e-addy or her page on While one should not piss of their wife, they should also apologise.
Minako knew she should issue some sort of apology to Hotaru. To be fair, she hadn't
been. It wasn't her wife's fault that being pregnant made her irritable. It was the hormones...
at least that's what Minako was always having insisted to her.
/'Oh, don't mind her. She's pregnant./
/'TSK. It's the hormones, you know what she gets like./
/"She's pregnant. Why don't we infuriate the living hell out of her by being as condescending
as we possibly can in faux tones/'
Blue eyes narrowed for a long moment as the blonde envisioned all she could still do despite
her current status. Just because she looked like she'd swallowed a volleyball she was so often
seen with in her youth, didn't mean she was any less capable or not possessing a lethal temper. ...
As her poor mate had found out...again.
Minako sighed. Hotaru never deserved the seemingly random outburst -though they oddly
always managed to coincide with the unavoidable 'lunches' with that infuriating women's group
who insisted on Minako's presence.
No. Instead, Hotaru quickly left the blonde to work through the last of the residual frustration
and indignation through whatever task elected that day -this time dishes. To make matters worse
guilt-wise for Minako, Hotaru made some hopelessly romantic gesture that served as a gallant
apology for the blonde's behaviour. If it wasn't a backwards way of relinquishing her very firm
claim on Hotaru, Minako would say she didn't deserve the younger woman. Unfortunately for
the legions of would be suitors for her beloved, that was an event never likely to happen.
Smiling in response to her much happier and preferred thoughts, Minako attacked her task
with renewed vigour. Her attention though, was firmly planted on her plans for expressing her...
apologies to her mate.