Haruka and Mamoru's Night on the Town
"Ahhhh!" Haruka Tenou sighed contentedly as she strolled into the apartment she shared with Michiru, Setsuna, and Hotaru. She had just come back from a very successful F-1 race, and was wearing an appropriately relaxed outfit: a dark blue collared shirt over her lean-muscled (but tightly bound) torso, blue jeans worn to the point of looking fashionable, and holding her light tan jacket slung over her shoulder with a hooked finger. "The conquering hero returns!" she announced as she walked in. "And her beautiful girlfriend is…"
Michiru stood before her, arms folded and foot tapping, with anything but a positive expression. "…apparently not happy to see her," Haruka finished, her cheery expression falling from her face. "You're late," the exquisitely lovely artist sniffed, wearing a positively regal look of fury that made Haruka wonder if she was about to be sent to a dungeon somewhere. "Uh, actually, you left early," Haruka corrected her, looking somewhat puzzled. "I was wondering where you and Setsuna went."
"Oh really?" Michiru countered icily. "I'm surprised you remembered we were there, considering…"
"Hi Haruka!!" Setsuna suddenly popped around the corner leading to the hallway. "Congratulations on your… oh." Just then she noticed Michiru glaring at her over her shoulder. Haruka shot her dark-skinned friend a frantic look that said Save yourself! The Guardian of Time retreated back around the corner. She knew what that expression meant.
After a brief, awkward pause, Haruka ventured, "So… what're you mad abou-"
"I'm MAD about your hanging all over that slut of a race queen!!" Michiru snarled. "Whoa, hey, take it easy," Haruka said, hands in front of her for defense. "You know we have to do promo shots and stuff…"
"Well she certainly was enjoying herself," Michiru snipped, glaring straight at her. Ooh, this is not good, Haruka thought. This is definitely not the playful, fun kind of mad-at-me. This is the very bad mad-at-me. "Look, don't you think you're being a little unreasonable here?..."
"You don't even remember, do you?" Michiru went on, getting very icy again. "You had your arm around her… and she was hanging on your fingers… you were playing with her hair, for Cosmos's sake! She had green hair too… damn you and your thing for green-haired girls…"
"Really?" came a voice from around the corner.
"SETSUNA!!!!" Michiru shrieked. "ARE YOU LISTENING BACK THERE?!"
"Whoops, sorry," came the voice again. "I'll just go now…"
Michiru and Haruka stood uncomfortably as they listened to the hurried footsteps go off down the hall. "So…" Haruka started again, "you're mad because I fingered her hair a little…"
"It's not just that!" Michiru snapped, exasperated and furious all at once. She stared at the blank Haruka for a minute. "First, you were playing with her hair…"
"Like I was trying to say, not a big deal…" Haruka countered.
"Then you were whispering something in her ear…"
"I just told her she did a great job," Haruka continued uncomfortably.
"AND THEN YOU KISSED HER, YOU PHILANDERING, FLIRTATIOUS FLOOZY!!"
Haruka stared at her in disbelief. Then she thought for a minute. Then the dawning of horrified recollection came upon her. Oh crap.
She attempted to explain lamely even as her face flushed. "Well, ah, darling… it was the heat of the moment, you know? The glory of victory? Eh heh…"
"I cannot believe you," Michiru answered, her voice a deadly whisper. "So help me, I am going to…"
"Momma Setsuna! What're you doing in the hallway?" came Hotaru's voice from around the corner.
"GOD DAMMIT SETSUNA!!!" shrieked Michiru again.
Haruka heard a muffled curse, and then hurried footsteps, as Setsuna's voice drifted around the corner again. "Uh, come along, Hotaru, let's practice your violin."
"But Momma Michiru helps me with that!" Hotaru replied.
"Uh, Momma Michiru's having a… discussion right now," Setsuna's voice came hurriedly.
"No she's not!" Hotaru piped. "She's in there screaming like a…" The door mercifully closed.
Michiru very slowly turned back around to face Haruka. There was a vein throbbing in her forehead that looked like it would lash out at the hapless racing champion at any minute. "Out," she hissed through clenched teeth.
"But, Michiru, I…"
"OUT!" Michiru shrilled, advancing on Haruka with death dancing in her eyes.
Haruka was halfway down the street before she knew how she got there.
After going back to retrieve her car (thank goodness she hadn't set her keys down before Michiru threw her out), she was soon driving down the streets of the Minato-ku ward with the top down. Nothing like a night drive, at least, she thought. I bet Shiba-Koen Park is lovely this time of the evening…
