Sailor Moon: Street Corners (Haruka)
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lexiewritesTitle: Street Corners
Author: Lexie
Feedback: If you feel so moved.
Characters: Haruka
Theme: AU – Pig
Word Count: 985
Rating: PG - course language
Genre: Angst, Drama
Summary: “We’ve all got our tricks to stay out of trouble."
Notes: The cops vs hookers line was too good to resist. I've been enjoying writing Haruka fics lately.
Disclaimer: Naoko Takeuchi owns the characters and scenarios of Sailor Moon. I am a humble fan and thus make no profit from this venture.
Haruka stood outside the bar, tossing pop-corn into her mouth as she waited. Her father had ducked into the diner to pick something up, told her to wait outside. That was forty minutes ago, and the street lights had been on awhile.
“Can I bum a smoke?” Haruka turned around to find the source of the husky voice.
A girl leaned against the railing, hair falling into her eyes, her legs encased in black pantyhose and cheap-looking black stilettos. Her dress was a black Lycra number covered by a black faux-fur pea-coat.
Haruka knew her type. She’d grown up with her father in the force, with stories from the street. She knew all the dealers, the lingo, the people you just did not make eye contact with.
“Sorry, I don’t smoke,” Haruka said, digging around in her coat pockets. “Gum?”
The girl smiled. “Thanks.”
Silence.
“You waiting for someone?” Haruka asked, ill at ease.
“My friend’s inside,” the girl said, digging through her handbag. “You?”
“My father. You know, you shouldn’t be hanging out here,” Haruka said. “There are kids – and cops – inside.”
The girl started to laugh; a bitter sound. “Oh, I know. That’s why I’m outside.”
Haruka was confused. “Huh?”
The girl straightened, pulling a slightly crumpled cigarette from her purse. “You think I’m outside because it’s such a pretty night? I go inside, they get a good look at me, and I’m fucked as my friend.”
“Well, in your line of business, I’d say you’re always pretty fucked,” Haruka shot back.
“Well, the pretty boy has a smart mouth,” the girl smirked, taking a drag on the cigarette. Then she raised her eyebrow. “But you’re a girl, aren’t you.” She shook her head. “Okay, so if you’re so high and mighty, why are you hanging out on the street with the likes of me?”
“My father needed to see someone for work, asked me to stay outside,” Haruka shrugged. “Probably would have stayed home if I’d known he’d be taking this long.”
“Patience is a virtue,” the girl dropped her cigarette, stubbing it out with her foot.
“So, what’s your name?” Haruka asked.
The girl looked up. “Call me Michelle. Yours?”
“Haruka. So, I don’t get what you’re doing out here, waiting for your friend.”
“There’s this one cop who comes to see us every god-damned Thursday. Has a wife and kids. Makes us wear pigtails, call him Daddy. Pervert – probably has daughters, too. If your father is a cop, you’d probably know this asshole – tattoo on his left arm that he got overseas. Likes to tell us that story, pretend he’s an army hero or some shit,” Michelle looked down. “We play along with him, he doesn’t bring us in. Sweet deal, huh?”
Haruka looked at her, really seeing the skinny, tired girl in front of her. “No, not really. So, your friend’s in there doing what?”
“Drumming up some business. He mentions the part of the city that isn’t too friendly to entrepreneurial girls like us, we mention where we can be found on a Thursday night. He caught Serena out one night, knows what she looks like. One of us always comes along in case he decides to pull a fast one on her. She’s too damn trusting.”
“With hair like that, you’re kind of hard to miss,” Haruka observed at the aquamarine waves framing Michelle’s face.
She pulled a mass of blonde out of her purse, twisting her own hair up underneath the cheap looking wig. And it made her look like a whole different person; blonde hair that framed her face, made her look cheap; interchangeable. Like a Michelle.
“We’ve all got our tricks to stay out of trouble,” she said, as the diner door was flung open, and a small blonde girl came out, wearing a pink miniskirt and silver halter top. Michelle stepped over to her, helping the girl put her hair up in two buns, before pinning two long pigtails of fake blonde hair to the bottom of each bun. The effect was a powerful one that radiated innocence, especially as Serena tied little ribbons around each bun.
“See you around, Haruka,” Michelle smiled, shouldering her bag, her arm looped with Serena's.
“Bye.” Haruka watched the two girls walk off, heads close together, and caught herself wondering what they’d end up doing tonight before blanching at the obvious answer.
“Hey, kiddo.” Her father came out, holding a milkshake in one hand. “Sorry that I took so long. Got you this.”
“Thanks. Sorted everything out?”
“Yeah. But it’ll just be you, your mother and the girls are Grandma’s on Thursday. This case is getting ugly as hell,” Juri Tenoh ran his hand through his hair. “There’s some bad stuff happening at the moment.”
“Wow. A evening alone with Grandma,” Haruka deadpanned. “However could you miss it.”
They walked back to the car in silence, Haruka mulling over her strange evening as she sipped her milkshake.
“Hey Dad?”
“Yes, kiddo?”
“You think I could get a tattoo? Something cool, like a moon or something?”
“Haruka, one of the dumbest things I ever did was to get my tattoo. Your mother and grandmother do nothing but complain about it from day one.” Juri unlocked the car and rubbed the place on his arm where the ornate dragon was inked. “You want a tattoo, I can let you get your ears pierced or something. You wanted some part for that motorcycle you’re putting together? I’ll give you some money towards that instead.”
“You got that tattoo when you were stationed overseas, didn’t you?” Haruka watched her father as he started the car.
“Yeah. Something stupid when I’d had too much to drink. But you’re not ever going to drink, so that’s okay,” Juri grinned at his daughter. “It’s a pretty dumb story.”
“Yeah, it really is.” Haruka spent the rest of the trip in silence, staring out her window.
Author: Lexie
Feedback: If you feel so moved.
Characters: Haruka
Theme: AU – Pig
Word Count: 985
Rating: PG - course language
Genre: Angst, Drama
Summary: “We’ve all got our tricks to stay out of trouble."
Notes: The cops vs hookers line was too good to resist. I've been enjoying writing Haruka fics lately.
Disclaimer: Naoko Takeuchi owns the characters and scenarios of Sailor Moon. I am a humble fan and thus make no profit from this venture.
Haruka stood outside the bar, tossing pop-corn into her mouth as she waited. Her father had ducked into the diner to pick something up, told her to wait outside. That was forty minutes ago, and the street lights had been on awhile.
“Can I bum a smoke?” Haruka turned around to find the source of the husky voice.
A girl leaned against the railing, hair falling into her eyes, her legs encased in black pantyhose and cheap-looking black stilettos. Her dress was a black Lycra number covered by a black faux-fur pea-coat.
Haruka knew her type. She’d grown up with her father in the force, with stories from the street. She knew all the dealers, the lingo, the people you just did not make eye contact with.
“Sorry, I don’t smoke,” Haruka said, digging around in her coat pockets. “Gum?”
The girl smiled. “Thanks.”
Silence.
“You waiting for someone?” Haruka asked, ill at ease.
“My friend’s inside,” the girl said, digging through her handbag. “You?”
“My father. You know, you shouldn’t be hanging out here,” Haruka said. “There are kids – and cops – inside.”
The girl started to laugh; a bitter sound. “Oh, I know. That’s why I’m outside.”
Haruka was confused. “Huh?”
The girl straightened, pulling a slightly crumpled cigarette from her purse. “You think I’m outside because it’s such a pretty night? I go inside, they get a good look at me, and I’m fucked as my friend.”
“Well, in your line of business, I’d say you’re always pretty fucked,” Haruka shot back.
“Well, the pretty boy has a smart mouth,” the girl smirked, taking a drag on the cigarette. Then she raised her eyebrow. “But you’re a girl, aren’t you.” She shook her head. “Okay, so if you’re so high and mighty, why are you hanging out on the street with the likes of me?”
“My father needed to see someone for work, asked me to stay outside,” Haruka shrugged. “Probably would have stayed home if I’d known he’d be taking this long.”
“Patience is a virtue,” the girl dropped her cigarette, stubbing it out with her foot.
“So, what’s your name?” Haruka asked.
The girl looked up. “Call me Michelle. Yours?”
“Haruka. So, I don’t get what you’re doing out here, waiting for your friend.”
“There’s this one cop who comes to see us every god-damned Thursday. Has a wife and kids. Makes us wear pigtails, call him Daddy. Pervert – probably has daughters, too. If your father is a cop, you’d probably know this asshole – tattoo on his left arm that he got overseas. Likes to tell us that story, pretend he’s an army hero or some shit,” Michelle looked down. “We play along with him, he doesn’t bring us in. Sweet deal, huh?”
Haruka looked at her, really seeing the skinny, tired girl in front of her. “No, not really. So, your friend’s in there doing what?”
“Drumming up some business. He mentions the part of the city that isn’t too friendly to entrepreneurial girls like us, we mention where we can be found on a Thursday night. He caught Serena out one night, knows what she looks like. One of us always comes along in case he decides to pull a fast one on her. She’s too damn trusting.”
“With hair like that, you’re kind of hard to miss,” Haruka observed at the aquamarine waves framing Michelle’s face.
She pulled a mass of blonde out of her purse, twisting her own hair up underneath the cheap looking wig. And it made her look like a whole different person; blonde hair that framed her face, made her look cheap; interchangeable. Like a Michelle.
“We’ve all got our tricks to stay out of trouble,” she said, as the diner door was flung open, and a small blonde girl came out, wearing a pink miniskirt and silver halter top. Michelle stepped over to her, helping the girl put her hair up in two buns, before pinning two long pigtails of fake blonde hair to the bottom of each bun. The effect was a powerful one that radiated innocence, especially as Serena tied little ribbons around each bun.
“See you around, Haruka,” Michelle smiled, shouldering her bag, her arm looped with Serena's.
“Bye.” Haruka watched the two girls walk off, heads close together, and caught herself wondering what they’d end up doing tonight before blanching at the obvious answer.
“Hey, kiddo.” Her father came out, holding a milkshake in one hand. “Sorry that I took so long. Got you this.”
“Thanks. Sorted everything out?”
“Yeah. But it’ll just be you, your mother and the girls are Grandma’s on Thursday. This case is getting ugly as hell,” Juri Tenoh ran his hand through his hair. “There’s some bad stuff happening at the moment.”
“Wow. A evening alone with Grandma,” Haruka deadpanned. “However could you miss it.”
They walked back to the car in silence, Haruka mulling over her strange evening as she sipped her milkshake.
“Hey Dad?”
“Yes, kiddo?”
“You think I could get a tattoo? Something cool, like a moon or something?”
“Haruka, one of the dumbest things I ever did was to get my tattoo. Your mother and grandmother do nothing but complain about it from day one.” Juri unlocked the car and rubbed the place on his arm where the ornate dragon was inked. “You want a tattoo, I can let you get your ears pierced or something. You wanted some part for that motorcycle you’re putting together? I’ll give you some money towards that instead.”
“You got that tattoo when you were stationed overseas, didn’t you?” Haruka watched her father as he started the car.
“Yeah. Something stupid when I’d had too much to drink. But you’re not ever going to drink, so that’s okay,” Juri grinned at his daughter. “It’s a pretty dumb story.”
“Yeah, it really is.” Haruka spent the rest of the trip in silence, staring out her window.
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