Sorries it has taken me this long to get anything out. I feel quite bad, but I also want to get a Christmas chapter out soon….so enjoy, and please forgive me, oh readers who I have probably lost. Especially now, I am to poor to own Sailor Moon.
Timely snow
He was gone. Finally. With an unqueenly like frump, Usagi fell into her computer chair. That was a waste of her unlimited life. Blegh. What ever, but now, he was gone, and Usagi was free to leave. It felt rather good actually, to be able to look at her lost love and not loose it. In fact, it was worth celebrating. Yes, for the first time in years, Usagi was to be social. Even if she went to it alone, she would go out tonight. Even glancing at her full appointment book till 8 made her feel not crappy. A part of Usagi wanted Minako to be in the last few hours but oh well. Korina was okay in her own right.
Korina was okay, that day, and it happened as if to prove Usagi's doubts wrong. To Usagi's control freakish mind, she should have stayed in her appointed hour and not switch with Blackthorn but either way, she got the money. Where Minako stood still Usagi had no clue. There was no time to wait for her call however throughout the day. The hours past that were a whirlwind ended again with Usagi sitting in her rolling chair in an unqueenly frump. Her mood had depleted slightly, to it's usually Christmas related depressed state, but it wasn't at its bleakest. For once, she did not hate the world. It was a nice break.
Oh yes, Minako still had yet to return, and usagi still had yet to get lunch. It was a decision of self and state. Ultimately, her stomach won. As the only employee really, it was no matter to grab the keys, lock the doors, and leave. Alas, when there was someone walking towards you at the same pace as you were leaving, it wasn't that easy either. That was what happened when the hungry Usagi met the franticly late Minako. Where had that Youma gone that ran into Usagi? All she saw was stars for a while. A blurry Minako leaned over her and offered her a hand up.
In the snow, both women looked out of place in the snow, with Usagi in a suit, and Minako a hoodie and thick, form fitting pj pants. In formal, they would have fit properly. Minako hadn't gotten any taller, Usagi noticed. "Venus, I have to ask you to wait for your time slot." Minako blushed and her eyes wandered with minor panic. "Why, was I to late?" Her eyes were turned down wards, and the air was partially tense around them in the light snowy winds. Usagi shook her head and was about to say something, but her stomach beat her to it.
Immediately, Minako's eyes were relieved and they cautiously met Usagi's, approval almost being begged from the glance alone. "Come with me to get lunch. We'll come back afterwards." It was mutually decided on no fast food, no cheap sit in restaurant. They had jobs and deserved a good meal every once in a while. Neither female asked why this was deserved.
The snow was beginning to fall as they walked back to the store and usagi fumbled for the keys. Minako visibly flinched when Usagi accidentally used some of her silver to pick it up from the snow. Through the Sirius (?) clouds, a three-fourths moon was evident. Time would be near. Usagi blinked at Minako's flinch. "What, Minako?" The blond shook her head, hair falling in front of her face, its gold contrasting with the white snow. Her forehead was illuminating the inches around it. It was lost when the light of the building automatically started.
Tokyo tower was chiming rather late by the time the awkward schedule of the day was over. Both were yawning from sheer activity, and gazed at the white outside dumbly. "I really don't want to walk home in this." Usagi fetched her purse from behind the counter. She began the security sequence, giving Minako just enough time to get out the sliding doors. "You aren't. I live two blocks down, and until the storm is slower, you aren't leaving." Blindly catching Usagi's elbow, both girls struggled their way back to the owner of the elbow's apartment. By the time they were shaking off inside the building, it was no good. They were soaked with the blast of heat from the foyer melting the snow.
It was noticed that under Minako's pale shirt and sweatshirt, she was wearing an appropriately orange bra. Smiling in an almost happy Usagi style, she led Minako up the few flights of stairs, to a good level, and dug for keys. Had it not have been for years of difference between them now, it would have been appropriate for a run and dive under blankets moment.
Instead, Minako waited patiently in the living room till Usagi brought out a change of pajamas, and a direction to the bathroom. Leading the way, subconscious took over and Usagi placed all that Minako would need on the counter. Looking closer, after she had left, Minako was impressed to see that even the scent preferences were correct versus Usagi's own. The radio in the shower was still set to the same station it had been back in the mansion.
Why was she letting Minako back into her life again? Usagi sat in her living room, watching the news, while she contemplated this all in sweats and tank top. Was it worth it to here the radio being fooled with familiarly? Was it worth it to lend Minako back her bathroom items she left at Usagi's awhile back? Usagi recalled her schedule book from earlier that day. Minako was not needed for a few weeks till Christmas. She would have to tell her that later.
Minako padded through the hall, to the living room. Usagi noticed her immediately, and Minako dropped her eyes to examine the carpeting. There was seat that was near enough to her majesty to seem polite, but also far away enough to have space. Blue eyes avoided blue eyes to watch the news.
Usagi tapped a bit of her moon-magnified energy to call the phone to her, to order the only place that would deliver in crappy weather, the local Chinese place. Memories work wonders even in ordering Chinese. Minako took the money and paid, all done in near perfect silence. The news ended, and a seasonal claymation movie came on immediately afterward. Still nothing was said.
The claymation movie ended, and Tokyo tower still managed to ring out ten through the weather. "There are blankets and an extra pillow in the closet. A few might be yours still, and you can use wherever you need to sleep. Tomorrow if you come in early, I'll call up Rubius to cancel his till later and you won't need to come in till the 24th then for shoots." Minako nodded to the carpeting, and heard the bedroom door shut.
Closet hunting was based on habit, and despite the location being different from before, she seemed to be able to find her way around the apartment. After tossing the empty Chinese boxes, and putting the leftovers in the sparsely filled fridge, got comfortable on the floor. She knew the carpets were clean enough to sleep on, and to get comfortable on. It would be good to not come into work for a little while, despite that Christmas present might be a little harder to come by again this year. That was the final thought that Minako drifted off to.
Usagi could not sleep. Her forehead was glowing to damn brightly. On midnight, the witching hour, as a writer once said, she felt the moon and Venus link. It was not a true link, but more like cat like powers rubbing up against one another to become familiar once more. Great, so now the senshi would be awake in time for the big something to happen, but none would know where each other were.
Maybe Usagi had to do a little job bending, as she heard Venus' thoughts of how money would be tighter again. Yes, Venus would be given contact numbers of the senshi look alikes, for shooting purposes. In theory, it did not sound like a bad insomniac based dream, but something that made sense.
In order to not forget, Usagi grabbed a piece a paper, and by the light of her moon, wrote down the names. Maybe tuxedo mask would be involved in this, as well. Usagi had had enough ideas so far tonight, and now she could rest easier. That was a good theory, at least, as she continued to toss and turn till hours before her alarm went off.
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