Title: Fiasco
Author/Artist: sailorraspberry
Medium: Fanfic
Theme: Optional
Genre: General, Humor
Version: Manga
Rating: PG-13

Minako stepped out onto the back porch, drink in hand and eyes waxed with the look of party fever.

She looked at the reflection in her glass and watched as Ami danced with Zoisite on a tabletop. She was laughing and pink-faced, head adorned with a plastic tiara to let everyone know that she was the birthday girl.

She smiled, glad to see her friend enjoying herself, and looked around the yard. They had a pretty spacious yard, complete with toy sets and a sand box. And not one blade of grass was out of place.

"Our backyard looks like a Warfield."

Minako raised an eyebrow at Kunzite. "It isn't that bad."

He chuckled and pinched her cheek.

He was wasted.

Minako set aside her drink and waltzed down the steps, basking in the moonlight. He followed her, eyes shadowed by neighboring trees.

Something inside the house toppled over with a crash. Nobody noticed. Jadeite and Nephrite were arm in arm, swaying to some imaginary music in their heads.

She felt Kunzite toying with a piece of her hair, and just as she was reaching back to touch him, something caught her eye.

"Hey," she whispered and touched his forearm. "Did you see that?"

He pulled her back against him and nuzzled her neck. "I only see you."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the delighted heat that flooded her skin. "Seriously, Kunz." She nodded her head towards the fence. "Didn't you see someone-."

"No," he turned her around and clamped a hand at the nape of her neck. "Only you." He kissed her jaw, the tip of her nose. "Always you."

If her radar wasn't at attention, and his breath wasn't singed with the smell of alcohol, she might have thought his behavior was cute. "Stop it. I'm trying to be serious."

"Me too."

There was a thump, and just as Kunzite bent to steal a kiss, Minako whirled around. Her eyes narrowed. "Someone's here." He lifted a finger, hoping to catch her attention, but she was stomping over towards the shed.

He followed her.

"What are you doing?"

She flung open the doors and peered into the darkness. Kunzite was at her heels. "Why are you ignoring me?

"Kunzite," she snapped, whirling around. "You are such a child sometimes."

"Am not."

"Are to."

"Am not."

"Are-."

He pushed her into the shed and kissed her, hard, against the mouth. The doors swung shut behind them. Minako's eyes grew wide, because he was suddenly everywhere, lips and teeth and hands, and she wasn't sure what to do.

So she kissed him back.

He backed her into a corner, between a wall of tools and two hanging Schwinn bicycles from the 90s.

She knew this behavior was the liquor talking. She knew it was inappropriate.

There was someone she was looking for...

Why couldn't she remember?

She twined her arms around his neck, and when he hefted her up, he grunted with male satisfaction. He knew she had given in.

They were at it again, pressed together and hearts wild and minds hazy.

One of her heels was falling off, and as she lifted herself up, legs wrapped around his waist, something went off in the back of her mind.

Kunzite caught her bottom lip between his teeth, and everything went blank.

The shed doors were ripped open, flash bulbs went off, a hammer fell and was dangerously close to hitting the top of her head.

Minako felt Kunzite stiffen, but when she looked over at the door, nobody was there.

Minako woke up the next morning to the sound of someone shaking her furiously. A headache was pounding in her temples.

"Hey!" It was Serenity. "Wake up. You're not going to believe this."

She squinted against the sunlight that poured in from the open curtains. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Endy woke me up to show me this." She shoved a magazine in her face.

It took a moment for the cover to sharpen into view, and when it did, her eyes snapped wide open. "'Guardian Venus gets it on with Guard Kunzite'. What the hell?"

Serenity was smiling. "You should have seen Endymion. He found it quite entertaining."

Minako was already climbing out of bed. "Where's Kunzite?"

"He's passed out on the couch. Why?"

She bounced around as she attempted to shove her foot into a shoe. "How long will it take to get rid of every one of those magazines?"

One silver brow furrowed. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Kunzite threatened that if he-."

Serenity held up a hand. "Say no more. Just give me a minute, and Endymion will have it taken care of."

"Thank you."

Serenity disappeared down the hallway, and as she made her way to follow, she glanced back.

The magazine was sitting on the bed.

She darted back, grabbed it and stuffed it underneath the mattress.