Shopping Trip
Pairing: Haruka Tenou and Michiru Kaiou
Summary: Short drabble- where Michiru drags Haruka out because of a sales on art supplies.
AN: Alternative title would be 'guilt trip' XD this is very short, compared to the rest of the stories in the previous chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon!
Enjoy!
She tells you to stop.
You find it ironic- stop, stop, stop- when all she does, is go, go, go. The staccato of your footfalls are making her sigh in exasperation. Angrily, Michiru turns to you as you pause beside a display.
"Will you stop doing that?"
"What?"
"Will you stop stopping?"
"That is oxymoronic, Michiru."
She rolls her eyes. "I rephrase. Will you stop pausing every few seconds to stare at something? We have a mission!"
"That is overly-dramatic," you grumble as she stalks forward.
Damned art sales. You were dragged out of the house, against your will, by a psyched mad woman (with green hair and who goes by the name of a talented violinist and painter), just to get to the sales. You stroll along, shuffling your feet as you glance at the displays around you. It gets on her nerves, and you're almost satisfied with the result.
(A part of you still feels that that isn't enough, and the only way to placate your laziness would be to get Setsuna to turn back the gears of time and return you to that very morning, allowing you time to rush away before Michiru got to you.)
As you walk, you realise that Michiru has stopped in her tracks. Her head bowed, her fists by her sides and her slightly quavering shoulders are telltale signs of her being upset. You groan internally and place a hand on her shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
Her next words are barely coherent. "Go home, Haruka."
"Wait- what- why?"
She lets loose a shaky laugh. "It doesn't matter- I realise- It's selfish of me to ask you to come along-"
"Wait, Michi-" you pull her into your arms, but she pushes you away.
"It's okay. I shouldn't have been so self-centered… Haruka, please be honest with me."
"What? Michiru, you're not-"
"Do you hate this? Do you hate having to come along for art sales? Do you- do you tire of my concerts? Of my stupid gallery paintings?" She lowers her voice, face still hidden.
"No! Michiru- you know I'd never hate it! I love- I mean- it's very special! It's you, Michiru! You shouldn't doubt me- I enjoy being near you and your art- it makes me understand myself!" You hurriedly say, tumbling over your words.
She shakes her head, and chuckles bitterly. "Go home, Haruka. I'll-I'll be fine."
You frown and pull her closer. "Michiru, I'm not going home. I'll stay and be good. I'll stop dragging my feet and acting so immaturely-"
"Oh?" She straightens her posture and turns to face you. "Really?"
You've been tricked, you realise, as she wags a finger in front of your face, reminding you to stick to your promise. Michiru giggles and skips away, leaving you grumbling as you realise you've fallen for her acting again.
You sigh- but this is Michiru- so you'd just have to endure it for the day.
AN: Sly, sly Michiru~
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