sm_monthly September Theme 16: Kitty Hotaru and Tired Setsuna
Based on the picture: Kitty Hotaru and Tired Setsuna
Halloween
"Happy Halloween!" Hotaru cheered while jumping up and down on Setsuna's nice, warm bed.
Setsuna groggily and unwillingly reentered the world of the living and wondered for the hundredths time that year why Michiru felt the need to teach the young girl cultures and holidays from foreign lands. Last Christmas Hotaru decided to dress up as an elf and make toys for all the children of Tokyo (Setsuna was glad that the project got abandoned early on, but she wasn't sure she could ever stand seeing stripped socks or wrapping paper again for sometime). The summer after that, Hotaru had spent buying cow figurines and touting their sacredness. Haruka's ears were probably still ringing from the time the other brought home stake for dinner, because the shriek had been bad enough to deafen the dead and anyone in proximity to where the slab of meat was introduced. This evening, Hotaru had obviously decided to wake Setsuna in the middle of a very pleasant dream, while wearing her kitty pajamas that Setsuna had bought her for her birthday. The PJs obviously became an inpromptu costume and Setsuna wished that knowing the disasters of the future would include small, unforeseen consequences like these. The cuteness of the PJs when Setsuna chose them were quickly losing out to the annoyance of its wearer. The little imp was cheerfully screeching about Halloween with eeriely clear english and Setsuna started to contemplate hair-cutting.
Yes, she thought with more conviction as the bouncy, hyper child trampled over Setsuna's prone body: Michiru needed a haircut. Maybe a shave. It was definitely soon to become a new fad, wasn't it? And wouldn't it be nice for Michiru's far-seeing friend, with fabulous fashion senses, decided to help Michiru get ahead of the fashion curve? Letting the other spark the much needed desire for well-shaped, and very bald, female heads was certainly a privilege that not everyone had the opportunity to accomplish.
It was destiny, really!
Setsuna savored the imagined look of horror on Michiru's face upon waking to unexpected hair-loss. It almost, -almost-, made this current moment bareable. Then, when she could hold on to the pleasant imagery in her head no longer, Setsuna mulled over, very briefly, the idea of tossing a little cat-girl from her bed and rolling into a ball afterwards. But, young children were strangely impervious to hints like that. They were either made of rubber or broken record players, currently Setsuna had trouble distinguishing between which was which and what was what.
"Trick or treate! Trick or treate! Trick or treate!" Hotaru chanted, again and again. As if repetition could rouse her reluctant companion.
"Trick," Setsuna announced from behind her weary arm, while the other hand blindly made a grab for the bouncing cat-girl that fell upon her with an "Umph!" and a giggle. Setsuna groaned when the little devil rolled out of reach and continued to torment her, sharp elbows and knees bumping and digging themselves against sensitive areas, like her liver and her chest!
"No trick," Hotaru protested, "I want candy!" she declared vehemently. "Treate! Treate! Treate!"
"Well, I want the trick," Setsuna retorted. "The one where a little kitty mysteriously disappears and poofs into her own bed!"
"Not fair!" Hotaru answered quarrulously. Setsuna could hear the pout the girl was obvious shooting at her, the one Haruka always caved to. The damn woman was spoiling their child! Setsuna thought to herself then, if I don't open my eyes, pouting has no effect on me! Some people - Haruka - just didn't know these very obvious tricks of the trade. She grabbed onto that belief firmly and trudged on determinedly.
After all, feeding Hotaru candy at this hour was like feeding a rabid dog blood and expecting it to go on with its life as a vegetarian. The owner who did that deserved to be eaten! The foolish, after all, deserved no mercy!
Half an hour later, Setsuna wearily escorted a cheery Hotaru to her room. The bag of sweets were clutched to the little girl's breast like a stuffed pillow and the little cat-girl grinned from ear-to-ear at her guardian. If the tail was real, Setsuna thought it would probably be twitching right now in triumph.
"How the mighty has fallen," Haruka commented, stepping from the shadows after Setsuna closed the door to the grinning, girlish face of her adopted daughter. "I thought you weren't going to cave, Setsuna. That's why Michiru sent her out of our room. I'm rather disappointed at your lack of conviction," the blonde said with a hint of mocking cheer in her voice. The other's blue eyes sparkled with amusement as Haruka casually shot a glance at the firmly closed door. "That was some trick alright."
"You lost a bet, didn't you?" Setsuna asked pointedly instead, unwilling to admit her own defeat at the hands of a seven year old. Haruka's face, for a very, very fleeting moment, turned sour at Setsuna's words, and that was the only satsifaction Setsuna got out of it. Then the nonchalant look returned and if Setsuna had been anyone else, she might have believed Haruka when the other shrugged.
"Well," Setsuna told Haruka with her arms crossed and her tone imperious, "I want you to know that Michiru's about to start a very famous and daring fashion trend," the dark-haired woman declared. Her face was very serious, though Haruka raised a perplexed brow at the sudden change of topic, not to mention the unusual gleam in Setsuna's eyes. It was times like these, Haruka thought, that she was reminded just how arcane Setsuna could be. Sometimes the Guardian of Time and Space made absolutely no sense to her - or anyone, for that matter.
Feeling gleefully childish now herself, and rather daringly clever, Setsuna allowed herself a small smile, not wanting to give herself away completely. It was such a disarming smile that Haruka took an involuntary step backwards, unsettled by the look on her housemate's face. "Yes," Setsuna nodded to herself more than the blonde, a bit of her glee seeping into her voice. "A great and daring fashion trend! Oh so very trendy!"
Haruka tried to very nonchalantly rub her temples, though she needn't have worried considering how preoccupied Setsuna was at the moment. The blonde very wisely realized that her abode may very soon turn into a war zone. After all, she was no Guardian of Time and Space, but she had faced the Messiah of Darkness and she knew foreshadowing of doom when she saw it. Doom and her were well acquainted, after all. Sometimes, though, Haruka wished it didn't make itself so at home around her just because she happened to be a Sailor Senshi.
Really, and once upon a time, Haruka had naively thought that the only dangerous things in the world were monsters. She also had once thought that a harem of women was a great idea too. How wrong, she was quickly learning, she had been on both accounts.
Halloween
"Happy Halloween!" Hotaru cheered while jumping up and down on Setsuna's nice, warm bed.
Setsuna groggily and unwillingly reentered the world of the living and wondered for the hundredths time that year why Michiru felt the need to teach the young girl cultures and holidays from foreign lands. Last Christmas Hotaru decided to dress up as an elf and make toys for all the children of Tokyo (Setsuna was glad that the project got abandoned early on, but she wasn't sure she could ever stand seeing stripped socks or wrapping paper again for sometime). The summer after that, Hotaru had spent buying cow figurines and touting their sacredness. Haruka's ears were probably still ringing from the time the other brought home stake for dinner, because the shriek had been bad enough to deafen the dead and anyone in proximity to where the slab of meat was introduced. This evening, Hotaru had obviously decided to wake Setsuna in the middle of a very pleasant dream, while wearing her kitty pajamas that Setsuna had bought her for her birthday. The PJs obviously became an inpromptu costume and Setsuna wished that knowing the disasters of the future would include small, unforeseen consequences like these. The cuteness of the PJs when Setsuna chose them were quickly losing out to the annoyance of its wearer. The little imp was cheerfully screeching about Halloween with eeriely clear english and Setsuna started to contemplate hair-cutting.
Yes, she thought with more conviction as the bouncy, hyper child trampled over Setsuna's prone body: Michiru needed a haircut. Maybe a shave. It was definitely soon to become a new fad, wasn't it? And wouldn't it be nice for Michiru's far-seeing friend, with fabulous fashion senses, decided to help Michiru get ahead of the fashion curve? Letting the other spark the much needed desire for well-shaped, and very bald, female heads was certainly a privilege that not everyone had the opportunity to accomplish.
It was destiny, really!
Setsuna savored the imagined look of horror on Michiru's face upon waking to unexpected hair-loss. It almost, -almost-, made this current moment bareable. Then, when she could hold on to the pleasant imagery in her head no longer, Setsuna mulled over, very briefly, the idea of tossing a little cat-girl from her bed and rolling into a ball afterwards. But, young children were strangely impervious to hints like that. They were either made of rubber or broken record players, currently Setsuna had trouble distinguishing between which was which and what was what.
"Trick or treate! Trick or treate! Trick or treate!" Hotaru chanted, again and again. As if repetition could rouse her reluctant companion.
"Trick," Setsuna announced from behind her weary arm, while the other hand blindly made a grab for the bouncing cat-girl that fell upon her with an "Umph!" and a giggle. Setsuna groaned when the little devil rolled out of reach and continued to torment her, sharp elbows and knees bumping and digging themselves against sensitive areas, like her liver and her chest!
"No trick," Hotaru protested, "I want candy!" she declared vehemently. "Treate! Treate! Treate!"
"Well, I want the trick," Setsuna retorted. "The one where a little kitty mysteriously disappears and poofs into her own bed!"
"Not fair!" Hotaru answered quarrulously. Setsuna could hear the pout the girl was obvious shooting at her, the one Haruka always caved to. The damn woman was spoiling their child! Setsuna thought to herself then, if I don't open my eyes, pouting has no effect on me! Some people - Haruka - just didn't know these very obvious tricks of the trade. She grabbed onto that belief firmly and trudged on determinedly.
After all, feeding Hotaru candy at this hour was like feeding a rabid dog blood and expecting it to go on with its life as a vegetarian. The owner who did that deserved to be eaten! The foolish, after all, deserved no mercy!
Half an hour later, Setsuna wearily escorted a cheery Hotaru to her room. The bag of sweets were clutched to the little girl's breast like a stuffed pillow and the little cat-girl grinned from ear-to-ear at her guardian. If the tail was real, Setsuna thought it would probably be twitching right now in triumph.
"How the mighty has fallen," Haruka commented, stepping from the shadows after Setsuna closed the door to the grinning, girlish face of her adopted daughter. "I thought you weren't going to cave, Setsuna. That's why Michiru sent her out of our room. I'm rather disappointed at your lack of conviction," the blonde said with a hint of mocking cheer in her voice. The other's blue eyes sparkled with amusement as Haruka casually shot a glance at the firmly closed door. "That was some trick alright."
"You lost a bet, didn't you?" Setsuna asked pointedly instead, unwilling to admit her own defeat at the hands of a seven year old. Haruka's face, for a very, very fleeting moment, turned sour at Setsuna's words, and that was the only satsifaction Setsuna got out of it. Then the nonchalant look returned and if Setsuna had been anyone else, she might have believed Haruka when the other shrugged.
"Well," Setsuna told Haruka with her arms crossed and her tone imperious, "I want you to know that Michiru's about to start a very famous and daring fashion trend," the dark-haired woman declared. Her face was very serious, though Haruka raised a perplexed brow at the sudden change of topic, not to mention the unusual gleam in Setsuna's eyes. It was times like these, Haruka thought, that she was reminded just how arcane Setsuna could be. Sometimes the Guardian of Time and Space made absolutely no sense to her - or anyone, for that matter.
Feeling gleefully childish now herself, and rather daringly clever, Setsuna allowed herself a small smile, not wanting to give herself away completely. It was such a disarming smile that Haruka took an involuntary step backwards, unsettled by the look on her housemate's face. "Yes," Setsuna nodded to herself more than the blonde, a bit of her glee seeping into her voice. "A great and daring fashion trend! Oh so very trendy!"
Haruka tried to very nonchalantly rub her temples, though she needn't have worried considering how preoccupied Setsuna was at the moment. The blonde very wisely realized that her abode may very soon turn into a war zone. After all, she was no Guardian of Time and Space, but she had faced the Messiah of Darkness and she knew foreshadowing of doom when she saw it. Doom and her were well acquainted, after all. Sometimes, though, Haruka wished it didn't make itself so at home around her just because she happened to be a Sailor Senshi.
Really, and once upon a time, Haruka had naively thought that the only dangerous things in the world were monsters. She also had once thought that a harem of women was a great idea too. How wrong, she was quickly learning, she had been on both accounts.