A/N: Yay, I'm back to my updating schedule. So you can expect to see another chapter in the next 4 days. Until then, please read and review! Thanks!
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Puff . . . Puff . . .
"I can't believe I let the teacher keep me back this late!" the little blonde girl cursed as she ran.
"Are you going to come tonight?"
The moon princess ran, shutting her eyes at the familiar voice and of the question that had been asked earlier that morning.
"Yup, promise!"
"It's already five minutes late! Will she be angry?" Serena whispered as she threaded between people on the street and dodging carts and umbrellas.
"Okay, just don't yell too much. I'd hate for your voice to disappear."
The blonde shook her head as the dome shaped stadium came into her view.
"Come backstage after my performance is finished and then we'll go out to eat."
Serena smiled and pumped her legs faster, finally reaching the entrance and handing the ticket man the paper and rushing on inside. She was met with tons of people all jumping and shouting. The moon princess didn't know if she could get to the front without being trampled on, but she had to try.
"Excuse me, excuse me . . ." Serena weakly replied, but it was overtaken by the drums and electric bass. She was thankful that she hadn't missed Michiru's and Haruka's performance, she hoped. Since words did not move the people, she decided to just use force and nudged her way up to the front but was nudged back almost sending the blonde to the floor. Serena managed to cling to someone and looked up to apologize only to see her.
"Eh, hehe . . ." Serena laughed nervously.
"Eh, hehe . . . Is right. I was wondering what happened to you," the woman stated. The moon princess sighed,
"Sorry, Setsuna-san. Did Haruka and Michiru performed yet?"
"They have at the opening and Haruka is waiting for you. I was sent to the entrance to wait for you and bring you to her," the older woman replied. Serena scrunched her face in sadness.
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"Here's the moon princess you requested, Haruka-san," Setsuna stated as she opened the dressing room door. The sandy blonde looked up from her place at the mirror,
"You're late, koneko."
"Sorry, Haruka!" Serena apologized with a pleading look.
"Come," the sandy blonde stated, extending an arm out forward and Serena grasped onto it. Haruka merely gasped at the coldness that tinged the younger woman's hands, "Your hands, they're cold."
"I was trying to hurry here and I didn't think it was cold at this time of night . . ." Serena confessed. The older woman rubbed her own hands over the moon princess' to warm them up,
"From now on, you're wearing gloves, okay?"
"But I'll look weird. It's not even winter," the blonde pouted. Haruka made an irritated noise,
"No buts, I'd hate for your hands to be chapped with cold."
"Fine . . ." Serena gave in.
"Good," the older woman blew on the cold hands and smiled up at the owner,
"Now . . . where should I treat you?"
"Pasta! I'm craving pasta!" Serena beamed.
"We'll go to the buffet. Michiru, night," the older woman called as they passed the violinist's dressing room. The door to the said room opened and the sea senshi stepped out,
"Good night, Haruka."
Serena stood to the side with eyes wide and her jaw on the floor.
"Wh-What are you . . . Why are you sharing a kiss on a cheek!"
"Oh, Serena . . ." Haruka stated. Serena started tearing up and then ran ahead. The sandy blonde sighed and Michiru just laughed,
"I guess she doesn't know the way French people greet."
"Maybe I should teach her the French way . . ." the older woman grinned thinking of other things beside just a cheek kiss.
"Oh! Haruka!" the sea senshi cried, playfully punching her ex-partner. Haruka laughed and nodded in goodbye before she ran to catch up with the flustered kitty-bunny.