It's been so long. Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sailor Moon or Maid Sama!
Shuffle, shuffle. Bang! "OW!"
"Shut up, idiot!" "You shut up!" "I'm gonna make both of you shut up if you don't shut up!"
"….." "Taiki's scaring me, Yaten." "Shh! We're almost there!"
*door clicks open*
"Ah! Who turned the lights on!" "That was me, idiot." "Oh yeah, sorry"
"Aha! I found the closet!" "…." "We're already there, Toki. We just need to open it"
"Oh." "Got it!"
"Oh. My. God."
"It's so beautiful." "There's so many." "But which one is Kaichou's?!"
"Take any! Hopefully, we'll take the right one!" "Wait. Based on her body, I'm pretty sure, this one is hers"
"…" "Wow." "Whatever, come on, we gotta take it and leave!" "And all we have to do now is sneak it into a bag!"
Giggle, giggle.
"Soon, the afternoon sessions will begin! The costume race is currently open for any new entrants….."
The loudspeaker's voice, although loud was not able to penetrate the school's walls, leaving the inside beyond quiet and for the most part dark –the school did all they could to save money. They weren't poor, but they weren't exactly Mugen Gakuen. No one was in the halls, including teachers who had gone to oversee or watch the festival, yet there was a sound of a locker opening, creaking, begging for oil. There was a sharp slam as it was closed, though if it was done with harshness or mere excitement was unknown. In the night of the hallway, a gleam could be seen, the sun's meager rays being reflected by two circles and a crescent shaped mouth, along with a chilling laugh that seemed to echo in the hall.
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'Yes!' Umino's heart raced along with his legs as he sped up towards the tent in which the last game of the festival was being prepared, clutching a neatly folded square against his chest. When at last the stokes of the tent were visible to his downcast eyes, he was panting heavily, sweat beading out on his forehead, due to his inactiveness. Although he wasn't fat, one could consider him stocky, a strange way to call him since he rarely worked out or even moved. Well, then again, he had many experiences pushing his way through other fans in conventions and the like.
Being careful to hold only the edges of the package as he mopped up his forehead with a handkerchief he had pulled out from the back pocket of his uniform shorts, he slowly sneaked into the tent, ducking underneath a table that was next to a cart that had a sign draped along the side of it: Costume Race. Trembling with barely suppressed joy and anxiety, he fished out yet another handkerchief, this time, laying it neatly on the grass. Slowly he held the square package out in front of him, snapping his wrist a few times to free it from its bind, and laid it ever so carefully on top of the kerchief. Umino allowed himself to stare in wonder at his Super Sailor Moon cosplay outfit. It showed absolutely no signs of wear; the skirt was perfectly pleated, the little shoulder petals were sparkling and still folded down from its tight packaging, and the little heart broaches on the stiff red ribbon and lining glittered. How long had he waited for a chance like this?
Since the beginning of his infatuation with Sailor Moon around the age of five, he had gotten every piece of merchandise with the little moon symbol on it. Around the age of eleven, he had gotten introduced to the world of cosplay and had gone to a few conventions himself dressed as Tuxedo Kamen each time. At age twelve, he had met the reincarnation of Sailor Moon, Tsukino Usagi, as well as her lovely friend, Osaka Naru, At age twelve, he had been mesmerized by everything about Tsukino Usagi. At age thirteen, he had finally garnered enough courage to ask out the beautiful sailor-suited senshi of love in her civilian form. And gotten rejected. Well, he had become friends with her in the long run, as well as developed a passion for her friend which he had overlooked so many times before. Yes, he did love Naru-chan, she was like his sun in the darkest of days; around her, all he wanted to do was to make her smile that beautiful smile of her.
But, Usagi, or rather Sailor Moon, was still on a completely different level, a level so high that it was impossible for anyone else to even see it. No matter how much he adored his girlfriend, Usagi would always be in his heart, the relationship being like that of an idol and her fan, though in this case, the two were friends. And how he would kill to see her, the embodiment of the 2D magical girl, actually wearing her uniform! He was sure that if she ever were to do it and it was captured on camera and put online, there would suddenly be a lot of love for Tsukino Usagi. Finally, that chance was here –He knew that Usagi wouldn't miss the chance to be in this contest, since it was a contest that she would actually be able to do. She had such a sweet heart, like Sailor Moon!, to be friends with the cool Prez-, and the cosplay uniform he had bought the second after he had met the blonde ditz would for the first time be allowed to breathe and shine on a body truly worthy of it!
Risking a glance outside the table, he saw that all the teachers and coordinators had left, probably to check everything was as it was supposed to be on the playing ground before actually putting in the costumes. Letting out a sigh of relief, he quickly grabbed one of the garbage bags that contained a costume for the race, and unceremoniously dumped it onto the ground. A black and white clump fell out, but he paid no heed to it, so focused on gently putting in the 35k yen (~$300) uniform without wrinkling it. Hearing mutters that became louder and louder, he quickly processed that the teachers were coming back, and he hurriedly folded the treasured costume and placed it into the bag, not bothering to tie it, surmising the teachers would without looking inside. With each mutter that turned louder and louder, his actions became more and more rushed. Fervently, he looked for a place to hide the costume he had just thrown out. Spotting a chair, he abruptly shoved the bunched up cloth underneath it, kicking some dirt onto the top of it. As the tent flap rustled and the teacher stepped in, all signs of the glasses wearing boy were gone. Humming happily, Sakurada Haruna, who had eagerly signed up to be one of the festival coordinators, walked to the cart with a bounce in her step. Noticing the untied bag, she quickly tied it back up, unfazed. She walked back out, pushing the cart ahead of her, going to set the contest up. If anyone was watching, they would have noticed that the second she emerged from the tent, a second shadow appeared, running in the opposite direction. But no one was, and therefore Umino was uncaught.
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Michiru looked at the hated sign, sighing heavily with irritation. She had almost forgotten about the costume race; the morning sessions had excited her way too much, not to mention that one kiss. Just the mere thought of it made her blood boil. No matter how cliché it was, she had made a vow to give the gift of her first kiss to the one.Of course, she had been seven when she had made it, and filled with childish notions, but she had kept to it, as she did to everything. Now that she thought about it though, it made her scoff. A first kiss was merely a kiss that happened to be your first, nothing special, because what more was a kiss other than the touching of two lips? Books and movies over exaggerated it. But it still gave her a reason to avoid and dislike the blonde, which her mind accepted gratefully. Feeling her energy rise again, she turned around to go to her team, where the girls waited for her, only to be blocked by a tall body.
"Ah, Prez. Are you going to enter too?" Haruka said, her trademark smirk on her face, making it tempting for Michiru to punch her. Rolling her eyes, she pushed against the blonde using her shoulder; she really was not in the mood to deal with this alien after the previous incident.
"Eh? You're not going to talk to me? Well, I guess I better enter you in the race for you, then." Haruka shrugged, feigning apathy, and walked up to the sign up list. She reached out her hand to grab the pen only to be grabbed herself by the arm with slender fingers toned by hours of playing the violin.
"What do you think you're doing?" Haruka grinned and looked at the pretty face of the Prez, which currently looked quite scary with her eyes raging like the sea. The success of making the Prez talk to her had made the small amount of fear she would have felt otherwise disappear.
"Entering us; Let's cosplay!" beamed Haruka, and she quickly signed their names in a hasty scrawl, before the smaller girl could bite her hand off. A miniscule vein popped in Michiru's forehead before she left the blonde behind again, thanking Kami-sama that she had swallowed some painkillers during the lunch break.
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"Usagi-chan, you should sign up for the costume race now," Ami said, warily keeping a distance between her and the couple in front of her. She didn't want to get caught up in another one of her friend's long winded explanations to her boyfriend.
"What? It's already that time now?" Usagi quickly looked up to her friend, getting up as she did, still clutching Mamoru's arm. Ami opened her mouth to respond, when suddenly a familiar voice cut her off.
"Usagi-san, are you planning on entering the race?" Already knowing who she was going to see, Ami turned her head around with a smile to see Michiru who looked more than a bit irritated, though anyone who didn't know her wouldn't have noticed...and a grinning blonde.
"H-Haruka-san! Why are you here?" Usagi asked, happily surprised, while Ami struggled to figure out what was going on between her friend and the number one guy in the school. Haruka merely shook her head in response, silently smirking, and gestured with a slight bow of her head to Michiru.
"Are you planning on entering?"
"Y-yeah…." Usagi trailed off, her eyes questioning. Mamoru also looked at the strange woman he had met before expectantly, letting his eyes wander to the good looking boy next to her. Like Michiru-san beside him, he could not read the blond boy's expression past the huge grin on his face. Yet again, he felt the same familiarity that the aqua haired girl had emitted, and the same alluringness, which quite frankly scared him.
"I mean, we have to have somebody from our team play, right? I can't just stand by and watch as you exhaust yourself, which is why I'm gonna play for us!" Usagi's words sounded strangely similar to another blonde's words to Michiru but yet it was completely different. Hearing the innocence in her friend's voice, she wanted to protect the warm light of the girl even more. So she had to break it to her gently.
"Usagi-san," her voice was soft to cushion her abrupt words, "You have to change in front of everybody."
"What?!" Simultaneously, Usagi and Mamoru stood up, their eyes wide, Mamoru more so. Ami hid a giggle, they really did match.
Her voice now back to normal, Michiru spoke, interrupting the start of Usagi's obvious objection, "I hope you understand, I will not allow you to take part in it…Let me do it."
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After reassuring her friends that there would be a tent in which she would change, Michiru walked to the starting point with Haruka who suddenly asked with an unreadable expression, "Why do you think that the rest of the girls can't make it….but you can?"
"Because I can, "Michiru responded, not in an arrogant manner, but rather as if she was stating a simple fact of life, which in a sense to her, was, since she had learned from that moment when she realized that her dad had left their family, that she really could trust no one but herself.
Haruka didn't respond, instead placing her hands into the pockets of the uniform male sweats, because how could she reply to that which Michiru wholeheartedly believed was the truth?
All the entrants lined up at the starting line warily, as the majority of the male spectators whistled and hooted. It was no secret that although there being restrictions regarding the costumes, most of the teachers simply overlooked it, resulting in sometimes catastrophic but hilarious moments. They could care less really about a costume contest, though if things started to get inappropriate, they were obligated to kill it. The girls were also pumped up, cheering on their president with homemade pompoms. In the front of them though, Usagi watched the line up with almost comical worry, clutching onto Mamoru's arm tightly and biting her lip. Ami turned her head with an amused roll of her eyes; although she too had been worried, it had been mollified with some easy calculations about the probability of Michiru being embarrassed. Usagi suddenly cupped her hands around her mouth, one of her arms still linked possessively in her boyfriend's and yelled impulsively, "Michiru-chan! You better win, since you're not letting me run!"
Michiru, from the line, looked up and immediately found her blonde and blue-haired friends. Smiling back slightly, she then turned back to the depressing view in front of her. A good fifty meters ahead of the reluctant entrants, lay four clothing racks that held numerous garbage bags on them, filled with costumes that were sure to be horrendous. Grimacing for just a moment, she discreetly turned her head to see if Haruka was also feeling the same dreadful anticipation that held Michiru. Haruka, who was right next to her, of course, caught the aqua haired girl's eyes, grinning back. The blonde wiggled her eyebrows in a playfully seductive manner, causing Michiru to snap her head back to the front, a mask put once again onto her face to avoid giving the blonde the satisfaction of knowing the obviously miniscule effect she had on her.
The other students in the race also shared the sentiments of Michiru, though it was to a more intense extent.
"Why is it Haruka?...When we wanted him to enter the other races….."
"Now, I'll explain this race. Each contestant will run and grab a random garbage bag, which will hold the costume that they will have to dress in, in the changing room another 50 meters ahead."
The changing room was merely a large tent boarded with black fabric and blocks of wood to block out all sunlight so as to ensure privacy to the runners.
"You cannot change your costume once you grab it, so please be wise in your decision. You will only be able to see it once you are in the changing room, and after dressing in the costume, you must run a lap back to the starting line. The prize once again is the chance to be President for one day."
All the entrants got ready to run, their reluctance for the most part replaced with nervous excitement and adrenaline, after being reminded of the huge prize at stake. Michiru, though, remained in place, her mask having fallen off to reveal a shocked expression, though she quickly composed her face once again. She had never heard of this prize. How could they have decided the prize without consulting her? Especially since it was about her position! Ugh, well no matter. She would win, preventing the disasters that were sure to come if the prize were to fall into other hands. And she would once again have a nice talk with the council members that were in charge of the sports festival. She also readied herself, clearing her mind of all thought but running fast enough so she could choose a costume that would be put on in a small amount of time, and the race started with a sharp whistle.
Michiru, without any surprise, was at the head of the runners, although they were giving it their all. Reaching the area with the bags, she felt her nose twitch slightly with irritation when she saw the blonde already there, unmistakably waiting for her.
"Pass." Michiru spoke the word in English, so as to get her point across more clearly. Walking calmly past Haruka, who had been interrupted before she could open her mouth to speak most likely a sexual innuendo, Michiru felt some bags, calmly ignoring the blonde, deciding on one that happened to be right behind Haruka. It felt light, which meant it would be faster and easier to put on. She quickly grabbed it and ran to the tent, so she wouldn't have to deal with guys while she was changing, even if there was no light to make anything visible.
Haruka ran her hand through her tousled locks, a grin apparent on her face. Michiru knew her so well, yet Haruka had been able to get the aqua haired girl to do exactly what she wanted. Noticing the other male students catching up to the racks, the blonde also grabbed a bag, following Michiru's footsteps.
Inside the tent, Michiru cursed silently in her mind. It actually was dark, to the point where she couldn't even see her costume. Relying on her instinct alone, she put on her costume moderately fast, but slower than usual due to her blindness. It felt suspiciously short, her legs feeling bare, however, and Michiru couldn't help but have a bad feeling about it.
"So, Prez. What's your cost-?"
One of the flaps opened, revealing a grinning and obviously anticipating blonde, and also allowing several rays of sunlight to hit Michiru. Haruka's voice abruptly stopped, and Michiru looked at her costume for a split second before Haruka dropped the flap, turning the tent black again.
Haruka remained speechless, and though it was dark, Michiru could feel the hungry teal eyes of the blonde on her, making her feel flustered.
"What. Is. This?" Michiru's voice was quiet, though it conveyed all of her rage and disbelief perfectly to Haruka, who had gotten over the shock and had started laughing.
"Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon," suddenly, a warm breath tickled the nape of her neck which was currently sporting a choker, and Michiru fought the urge to jump at the sudden proximity of the blonde, "Are you going to punish me in the name of the moon?"
Michiru was suddenly twirled around with two warm hands gently but firmly placing themselves on her shoulder, and despite the total darkness, Michiru knew that Haruka's face was right in front of hers, her eyes looking at her with lust. Getting over her initial immobility, Michiru with a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head pushed the blonde away with two fingers. After a moment of pondering right at the flap of the tent, Michiru decided to look at other costumes –she had noticed other boys coming in and changing without noticing Haruka and Michiru-, since she could easily make up the time later. Slyly looking out, she drew her head back in, holding the edge of her forehead with two fingers, and shaking her head in amusement.
There was one boy, dressed in a huge suit of armor with a single long piece of hair attached to the helmet. He was lagging behind and rightly so. Then there was another one, with skintight red spandex covering his body along with a matching helmet. Of course, he was one of the more chubby ones. And yet another had been dressed in what seemed like…a leatherman costume. Oh the horrors. The roaring laughter of the crowd didn't go unnoticed by Michiru, and though she wondered just how much money all the costumes had cost, she decided to forego her pride. After all, her position was at stake here.
Stepping out, with her face set firmly, she began to run as fast as she could, pushing everything back in her mind except her need to win. Suddenly the schoolyard turned silent before going into an uproar, hearts popping into every pair of eyes, especially a trio of boys. Even the entrants paused to look behind them to see what had stirred the other students so much, only to stop in place, gaping. The testosterone levels in the yard were stoked so high that it seemed that all the males in the courtyard had foregone their common sense to cheer bravely, an action that would only incense their president who would no doubt pay them back tenfold for their brazenness. The fact that there was a big distance between them was also a big factor, since they could cheer to their heart's content without being in danger.
Michiru continued to run at lightning speeds, ignoring the eyes of the students. She was confident in her body and she was used to having numerous eyes on her due to her clubs and activities in middle school. On that note, she would still need to have a stern talking to the other organizers of this festival.
It didn't help that there were lots of flashes from guys taking pictures with their phones. She would also have to do something about those later.
She had, when she was younger, watched Sailor Moon –Okay, like two episodes, but that counted. She hadn't and still didn't like watching TV-, like all other girls, but rather than being fascinated and entertained by the heroine, she had felt annoyed with the girl's childish ideals even at the age of six. Michiru felt that irritation come back to her now, but she suddenly felt a breeze of wind. Turning around, because of her curiosity, along with the rest of the crowd, they saw, emerging from the tent flaps, the final contestant.
A rose suddenly landed in the middle of bleachers, narrowly missing several students, and directing all attention back towards the caped figure which had been the source. The cape opened with a flourish, revealing a tall and lean frame in a black formal tuxedo whose face was hidden and yet enhanced with the addition of a white mask framing their eyes. A little blonde hair was visible under the top hat, and that was the final indicator of the blonde, though in everyone's mind, there had been no doubt as to who it was. Rose petals seemed to dance past, and Michiru could have sworn that she heard a jaunty little melody at the grand entrance of none other than Haruka. She looked quite regal and powerful, and with a wink towards the audience, Haruka leapt into a sprint, quickly passing the other entrants who had been stuck after seeing their President in a short skirt and tight costume that showcased her perfect figure.
She passed Michiru but slowed down, so the girl could catch up to her, which she did after a moment of shocked silence.
"Seems we were meant to be." Michiru looked at the blonde running next to her with an arched eyebrow, ready to refute that claim, when it hit her. Oh, she was Tuxedo Kamen. A character that she had never liked in the anime, though Haruka cut quite a noble figure in it.
"It seems we are," she replied offhandedly, deciding to go along with the blonde.
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"Uwah!" Usagi let out a squeal, bouncing up and down in pure excitement, and by extension, her boyfriend's arm, "It's Sailor Moon!"
She leaned beyond the railing, as if she wanted to go down there herself and throw herself at her best friend who had dressed as her childhood and even current idol. "Michiru-chan looks so pretty!"
Mamoru sighed well-naturedly as his arm was dragged here and there. Knowing from experience that it was better to stand somewhat firmly with his feet in place rather than try to detangle his arm, he did just that, getting a glimpse of the enigmatical girl he had met earlier. A blush came onto his face immediately, and his eyes couldn't help but get glued to her, devouring the sight. Somewhere in his reverie, he heard a cough, and he quickly snapped his face away from the dangerous sight to another dangerous if not more, glare of the blue haired genius who was his girlfriend's friend. Clearing his throat, feeling somewhat embarrassed, he gave a stiff nod to her, before turning his face back and staring straight ahead this time.
Usagi, who had been ignorant of what had been going on, suddenly let out a body-wracking gasp and turned silent and still afterwards. Mamoru snapped his attention towards her, worrying that in the excitement, his Usako had gotten a conniption and had all her body functions shut down. Well, that was unlikely, but who could tell with her? –And in that case, he would be prepared. After all he was a medical doctor in trai-
"TUXEDO KAMEN-SAMA!" Usagi's loud exclamation quickly broke his rambling, and turning his head to the events below him, saw the male icon, just to have a rose thrown right above his head. Thanking Kami-sama it hadn't been meant for him –Wait! How the hell did that guy have a rose? There were definitely no rose bushes anywhere in the courtyard, and the costume in the garbage bag wouldn't have been so detailed, right?-, he let out a breath, and saw the blue haired girl's silent stare at him. Feeling awkward, he shrugged his shoulders with a sheepish smile, and turned back to the front in hopes she would follow suit. She did so, and the only things heard between them were the boisterous squeals coming from Usagi.
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At last, the entrants who had been struck dumb and immobile began to run again, blood still streaming freely from their noses. Without any surprise, the matching couple were the first to reach the finish line, however as they both lightly stopped, they saw one of the student judges quickly scrawl something down. Arching her eyebrow and tapping her foot , Michiru saw the same boy hold up a piece of paper that read "SCAVENGER HUNT" in bold Kanji. She threw daggers with her eyes at Haruka, as if blaming her for this additional contest. After all, there was no doubt in her mind that this was a ploy to keep her in the costume.
Haruka, seeing her discomfort and ire, smirked in response and offered the girl her arm in a gesture that looked chivalric, but only increased Michiru's irritation. Unable to keep her emotions off her face, she pushed past the propped arm and ran to the judges' table where she greeted them with the iciest glare she could muster at the moment. They all shivered involuntarily when she came and literally froze with open mouths at her sheer coldness and at the same time burning fury. Unable and unwilling to meet her eyes, one of the judges bravely offered the box of missions, one of his arms supporting the other trembling one, his head looking straight down at the table. Michiru abruptly pulled out a torn piece of paper – The judges had just come up with the idea of dong a hunt, and so had hastily ripped up paper into uneven pieces and scribbled down the missions- Turning her back to the judges she was feeling less than cordial to, she unfolded the piece of paper to read the messily scribed words of the item or person she was supposed to bring. Honestly, if she was going to get a classic "Person you like" mission, she was going to quit, no matter having to give up her position for a day. After all, the position really did have little power for just one day, and the winner could deal with everything she had to.
"Person you hate with a burning passion"
it read. She paused for a moment before laughing with delight. Oh, this was perfect. Suddenly feeling the sensation of a warm hand slipping into the small of her back, Michiru masked her irritation at the intimate touch. Easily slipping out of the blonde's grip and instead grabbing onto her arm. Michiru looked at Haruka with a coy smile and wink, "Let's go."
Haruka couldn't hide her surprise at Michiru's initiation of skinship and looked at her with slightly widened eyes before laughing.
"Well I guess you've made the choice for both of us."
Momentarily furrowing her eyebrows in curiosity at who Haruka was supposed to bring, Michiru
went with Haruka in the direction of the judge's table.
The couple arrived at the table; Michiru handed her scrap of paper and promptly dropped Haruka's arm, her goal now accomplished. Michiru suddenly became aware of the irony of her situation. Of course, Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen would end up as each other's partners.
They were guided to stand in front of the whistling students in the stands.
Michiru was already the winner for being the fastest but they would have to wait until the rest of the contestants arrived with their assignments. If any of the boys thought they could belittle her authority after seeing her in a revealing costume, they would be in for a more than mildly unpleasant surprise.
Ignoring the heat of the glaze of the blonde next to her, she tried to locate the other contestants' locations with her eyes when one boy in costume suddenly caught her eye. He was unfolding his assignment when he yelled out in frustration and furiously threw the paper onto the ground. Stomping on it, he whipped away while declaring that he was done with "this stupid game."
He was lucky. That was exactly what she wanted to do, but she wasn't in this alone. She had to do this for the girls, no matter her personal hatred of this game.
"Eh? Are you looking at that guy over there?" Haruka whispered placing her head next to Michiru's, standing behind her.
Hmph, she might as well have some fun, "I didn't know the Tenoh Haruka could get jealous."
"I'm not jealous. I just can't let you look at anyone else besides me."
"Haruka-san, that's called jealousy."*
Haruka smirked at Michiru's use of her first name. Now they just had to get over the honorific barrier.
Noticing Haruka's smirk, Michiru gently raised her gloved hand to where Haruka's face was, just above her shoulder, and softly laid it upon the smooth cheek of the blonde. Feeling rather than hearing the other girl take in a breath, Michiru pushed her away into the direction of where the other entrants stood -People with their partners had lined up next to the first two sometime during their banter-.
"Ow! Prez!-" the rest of the pouting blonde's words was interrupted as the loud voice of the main judge suddenly broke the air.
"Now, the time to result the assignments and the winner has come!"
The main student judge stood up, a microphone in one hand, the assignments in the other. Completely conspicuously, he kicked the leg of the boy sitting next to him who let out a yelp. The glare of all the judges upon the sole boy, he docilely trotted to where the teachers were. Though none of the spectating students or the entrants could hear what he was saying, it could be clearly seen that in the middle of talking, he had fainted. With a clamor, all the supervising teachers rushed to him, carrying him to the nurse's office. Unbeknownst to the teachers, the boy gave a sneaky thumbs up to the remaining judges.
"Okay, now the assignments will be read out!"
Michiru let out a soft ah in understanding. No doubt some of the other assignments had been perverted, and they wouldn't have been able to be read aloud with the teachers around. She was thankful that she had gotten a pretty mild assignment but resolved to see the council member she had put in charge of the festival.
"A person you hate with a burning passion"
The student judge paused as the watching students let out a low "ohhhhh" in excitement. For the sake of everyone in the contest, no names would be connected to the different assignments, though that didn't stop the students from gossiping. Michiru tuned out the rest; she would really rather not hear the other suggestive assignments. Yet curiousity consumed her mind as to what Haruka's was. And then she heard the last one.
"A person that you want to serve you."
A twitch went almost unnoticed in Michiru's face. Oh.
Hearing a sudden snort of laughter, she turned to the obvious source, Haruka. With only a raised eyebrow to show her anger, her fake confusion turned real. Haruka showed no sign of amusement, standing straight, eyes facing forward.
Letting herself indulge for the moment, and not wanting Haruka to get away with laughing, Michiru poked Haruka's cheek, resulting in another snort from the blonde. Rolling her eyes, Michiru turned away, only to realize that the winner had already been announced while she had been poking her. Well, she didn't have to worry about anyone jeopardizing the girls.
She practically flew to the inside of the school, ecstatic that this was the end of the sports festival and that she could finally take her ridiculous costume off to the disappointment of the students. To the disappointment of mainly the girls, Haruka had also disappeared to somewhere
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'Eyargh!'
If anybody hadn't had their eyes fixated on the beautiful sight of Kaioh Michiru in cosplay, they would have noticed one of their classmates fall to his knees, tears flowing uncontrollably under his thick glasses. Umino clutched his hair in angst; Why? Why?! WHY was the Kaichou wearing Usagi's costume? How could she think she was worthy of wearing it? He had a separate costume for her!
In the midst of his soul screaming in torment, he found himself standing with a blurry vision, taking numerous pictures of the aqua haired girl with a camera that was never far from him. He could tell this story to future generations of Sailor Moon lovers, how close he had become to making a legend appear.
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Reika sat with her back slumped against the locked door; she had stopped yelling for help after the first hour. Frustration took over her mind again and her fist pounded the ground. After losing the account book, she felt so sorry to the Kaichou that she had volunteered, no, insisted that she be put in charge of the sports festival. She had been inspired by her upperclassman, Kaioh Michiru, to join the otherwise all male Student Council but she had made such a stupid mistake of losing the account book. She had written the list of magazines in compensation but Reika saw this as her chance to redeem herself to the Kaichou. This morning, she had been finishing last minute preparations when all of a sudden, a swarm of boys picked her up and locked her into the room. She couldn't imagine what they were doing in the festival and angry tears coursed down her cheeks. Her one chance at impressing the Kaichou after her monumental mistake was over!
The door behind her opened and she fell backwards with a cry of surprise when she found herself looking into the cerulean eyes of the Kaichou herself. A mixture of emotions turmoiled within her but she clenched her teeth and went on her knees in a position of the utmost deference and atonement.
"Kaichou! I take all responsibility for whatever may have happened. I'm ashamed you had to see this side of me"
Michiru looked in surprise and concern at the kneeling girl in front of her. She had just been about to go to her workplace when a locked door caught her attention. So this was why the sports festival had been perverted. Which meant someone had purposely locked the poor girl in here.
Michiru felt a rage begin to build in her but she toned it down in order to not scare the girl even more. She helped Reika stand up but her head remained downwards.
"You're not to blame, Reika-san. Besides, you look wonderful when you're trying. Girls always get better that way,"* Michiru gently said with a warm smile. Realizing that she would have to hurry up in order to not be late to her job, Michiru gave one last smile before making her way out.
Reika looked at the shrinking figure walking away from her with sparkling eyes. Rejuvenated and determined once again, Reika swore to herself that she would one day be just like her role model.
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"Eh?"
Coming to Maid Latte right after school, Michiru was greeted with an unwelcome surprise in her locker. Her pristine maid uniform was soiled, nasty and noticeable grass stains mixing with the color of dirt everywhere.
Kami-sama, what she had done to deserve this horrible day?
Huffing in extreme annoyance, she grabbed the hanger, careful to not let the adulterated dress touch her and walked to her manager carefully.
"Makoto-san."
Her manager turned towards her with sparkling eyes to greet one of her favorite employees –Well, she liked all of her fellow maids, which was why they had gotten the job. But Michiru was extra special-
"Oh." Makoto's face frowned as she saw the sight of the ruined uniform, but quickly her expression turned determined. "It's okay Michiru-chan!" she raised her fist now, "Yoshu! I'll get this clean super fast!"
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As she stepped out of the employees' room wearing the newly immaculate uniform –Makoto had kept true to her word and cleaned it in less than five minutes. How she did it, Michiru didn't know- Michiru was thankful that her vivacious manager hadn't asked for an explanation because she wouldn't have been able to give her one. It would remain a mystery.
Or not.
In front of her, on his knees groveling, was Motoki. Behind him stood the apologetic and equally guilty looking brothers that completed their idiot trio.
"Yare yare."
A/N:
*Michiru says this to Usagi in episode 101.
I thought it'd be nice to show a person who views Michiru as her role model. I try to limit OC's and instead use characters from Sailor Moon/Maid Sama. Reika will make at least one more appearance!
I'm really sorry it took me this long. I've actually had the first 5000 words done for the whole summer. I just couldn't figure out how to end it. But this is the end of the sports festival! I'll be honest with you guys. I have no idea when I'll update next. I have another violin competition coming up.
Anyway, I love reviews (hint, hint)! (One last thing: I've also started writing a long OMAKE for this story)