A/N: Just an idea I came up with when I was unconsciously was staring at my ripped jeans. *Cheshire smirk*

"Grr . . . RAWR!"

"Koneko-chan?" Haruka wondered as she heard the scream of her young lover. She rushed upstairs, praying silently that it wasn't an alien attack. The sandy blonde burst open doors until she found the moon princess on the floor in the spare bedroom with a pair of scissors in one hand and a ripped up jeans in the other.

"Oh, welcome home, Haruka," Serena replied cheerfully and began to continue the murder of the long jeans. Haruka snatched the sharp scissors away,

"What are you planning to do with this?" Haruka asked as she raised up the item in her hands.

"Making new jeans for the summer. I already made mine. This one is for you."

"Wait . . . mines?" the older woman peered at the jeans that were gripped in her lover's hand. They were her jeans!

"Yup. They're the new pair that you bought two weeks ago," the golden blonde beamed. Haruka groaned,

"Serena . . ."

"What?" Serena wondered innocently.

"I haven't worn those yet. You can't cut them up!" Haruka stated.

"Why not? If they haven't been filled yet, then that's even better. Don't worry, I'm almost done. Now give me back the scissors. I can't wait until you've tried them! They'll look so sexy on you that everyone will turn their heads to look!" Serena squealed.

"I don't want others to look. I only want you to see my legs, koneko-chan . . ." Haruka smirked. The blonde burned in embarassment,

"W-Well . . . then . . . if you'd like, you can wear them inside the house . . . I-I don't mind . . ."

"Here, finish what you started. I want to see the finished product."

"A . . . ah . . . okay," Serena grasped the scissors and continued with her home project. After many grunts and wrestling with the material, she was finally done. She held up the now very mutilated jeans. Haruka could ony gasp at how short they were. This could barely register as pants.

"Am I supposed to show this much skin?" Haruka stated as she held the made jeans between her two forefinger and thumbs.

"Yup! Cute, aren't they?"

"Er . . ."

"Try them on! Go!" Serena beamed, pushing the older woman into the bathroom down the hall. Haruka was now regretting on having let Serena take ahold of the scissors again as the bathroom door closed behind her. She sighed as she looked at the deadly piece of clothing and shrugged her green slacks off before proceeding to wear the scrawny thing. The sandy blonde had to force herself not to squirm under the pure adoration and scrutiny her young blonde lover was giving her.

"Could you stop staring, Serena? It's embarassing," Haruka replied in a hush whisper.

"Why are you talking like that? It's only the two of us here," Serena grumbled with two hands on her hips.

"I know . . . But your staring is making me nervous," the sandy blonde confessed, now pulling a towel from inside the bathroom and covering her bottom half with it.

"Don't be nervous, lots of women are wearing things like that nowadays," Serena laughed.

"I know! I'm just used to seeing other girls wear them, not me. I'm more comfortable wearing longer pants."

"Well, get used to them," Serena stuck out her tongue.

"How can I get used to them, if I only have one pair of shorts?"

"I'll just have to make more for you!" Serena smiled happily.

"Uh . . . I'll be okay with this one. Thanks, Koneko-chan," Haruka stated nervously.

"No problem!" Serena went back into the guest's room to make some more "shorts".