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lexiewritesTitle: Pretty Soldiers
Author: Lexie
Genre: Humor, Gen
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sm_monthly Theme: Prompt 4 – Cosplay
Characters: Setsuna, Hotaru
Words: 1444
Spoilers: All seasons.
Summary: Haruka had faced some ugly things in her life – Mistress 9, Galaxia, Usagi and Minako in full flight – but nothing had prepared her for the sight of over a hundred girls – and a fair portion of boys – dressed up as their senshi of choice.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. I'm just a humble fan and make no profit from this fan based venture.
“Explain it to me again slowly,” Setsuna said, with a sinking feeling. Two beguiling faces stared up at her.
“There’s a contest, Setsuna-mama, a senshi costume contest at the mall on Saturday morning!” Hotaru held out the slightly crumpled flier.
“We really want to enter, Puu!” Chibiusa pleaded.
Setsuna blinked. “You want to dress up as what is fundamentally yourselves?” she said slowly.
“No – I’m going as Mars and Hotaru is going as Sailor Moon,” Chibiusa corrected.
“We need help making the costumes, Setsuna-mama,” Hotaru said. “Please?”
“Please?”
Two pairs of puppy-eyes stared up at her. It wasn’t as if she had anything else pressing to do… and how hard could it be to put together two sailor dresses?
“Oh, alright,” Setsuna sighed, standing up.
“Thank you, Setsuna-mama!” Hotaru flung her arms around Setsuna’s waist. Chibiusa produced a piece of pink bunny-print stationary.
“We need material, shoes, spray paint, wigs, ribbons, hair pins...” Chibiusa recited.
“Go and get your coats; I’ll get my purse,” Setsuna sighed.
---
“Damnit.” Setsuna hissed as the sewing machine chewed through another panel of the slippery fabric. Her hair was tied off her face, a cup of cold tea at her elbow. All over the room were swatches of red and blue fabric (thank all the planets that Hotaru hadn’t insisted on an Eternal Sailor Moon costumes; the only thing that was keeping her going was the fact she didn’t had to construct wings); various half-cut patterns were laid out over the floor.
On the dresser, the current fruits of her labor were laid out carefully – two sets of bows, two pairs of opera gloves adorned appropriately and a pair of odango shields that Michiru had helped Hotaru construct out of some sort of clay.
Now, it was just up to Setsuna to finish the actual fukus.
“Having fun?” Haruka hovered in the doorway. Setsuna glared at her for a moment before refocusing on the now-useless piece of fabric.
“Never again,” Setsuna swore. “I don’t care how much they beg.”
“You say that now,” Haruka said with a grin. “Just letting you know the shoes have been spray painted; they’re in the laundry. Probably be dry in the morning.”
“Thank you,” Setsuna sighed. “There is no way these are going to be finished. The material is too fragile for my machine.”
“Hand-sew it then.” Another dirty look was shot Haruka’s way. “What? You want to tell Hotaru that you didn’t finish her costume? After she worked so hard on her brooch and wig?”
Setsuna sighed. “You’re right.” She pulled away from the machine and picked up some of the other material.
“I’ll bring you up some more tea.”
---
“Wow.” Hotaru looked in the mirror as Michiru fixed the odango shields in her wig. Her eyes were shining.
“Wow is right,” Haruka stared at the girl. Somehow, Setsuna had managed to piece together two disturbingly accurate senshi fukus in six hours. Of course, Chibiusa’s hem had been reinforced with masking tape and Hotaru’s butt-bow had a few loose threads that Michiru quickly tidied up.
“This is so cool!” Chibiusa was bouncing around, her candy-pink hair fluttering underneath the jet black wig. “We are so going to win the contest, Hotaru!”
“Where is Setsuna-mama?” Hotaru turned around.
“Hotaru! Hold still while I fix your wig in place,” Michiru sighed as Hotaru’s blonde-pigtailed wig slipped over her eyes.
“Setsuna was up late finishing the costumes; she’s sleeping now,” Haruka said, stifling a yawn herself. “Michiru and I are taking you and Chibiusa to the contest.”
“Can you take a photograph before we leave so I can give it to Setsuna-mama?” Hotaru asked as Michiru finished fixing her wig.
“I’ll get the camera,” Haruka said.
“Where’s my Moon Stick?”
“The paint’s still a bit wet, Hotaru, don’t get it on your costume,” Michiru warned.
Haruka returned with the camera in one hand. Both girls dropped into the familiar poses of Sailor Mars and Sailor Moon as Haruka began snapped photos, Michiru smiling from the sidelines. As the two girls burst into giggles, tugging at their wigs and double checking each other’s costumes.
“We’re ready!” Chibiusa was practically bouncing. “We’re going to kick everyone else’s… butt!” she finished quickly, as Michiru and Haruka gave her a Look.
---
Haruka had faced some ugly things in her life – Mistress 9, Galaxia, Usagi and Minako in full flight – but nothing had prepared her for the sight of over a hundred girls – and a fair portion of boys – dressed up as their senshi of choice. It felt like she was inside a kaleidoscope; everywhere she looked, there were brightly coloured renditions of the senshi fukus, Technicolor wigs and so very much glitter.
Michiru was trying her hardest not to laugh – especially when two girls far younger than Hotaru and Chibiusa – skipped past them, holding hands, in frilly Neptune and Uranus costumes.
“Come on Haruka-papa! We need to register!” Hotaru grabbed Haruka’s hand and dragged her into the crowd. Chibiusa hung back, a rather Mars-like scowl on her face as a curvy teenage girl in a sequin and latex Chibimoon costume sauntered past. Michiru reached out, resting her hand on Chibiusa’s shoulder.
“My hair is not that colour!” Chibiusa hissed, hands on her hips. Michiru hid her smile as the girls disappeared into the crowd. Of course, the Barbie-pink wig would upset Chibiusa, who was very proud of her cotton-candy coloured hair.
It took a long time to register both Hotaru and Chibiusa for the contest, and then wait for the girls to take their time. As they waited, they watched arguments break out between contestants, one pair of Eternal-wings fall apart and the end of a wooden Silence Glaive take out the judges table.
“Come on, Hotaru, it’s our turn!” Chibiusa grabbed Hotaru’s hand as the judge called out the next round.
“Will this ever be over?” Haruka moaned. Damn Setsuna, sleeping, away from the retina-burning array of costumes.
Michiru elbowed Haruka in the ribs. “It’ll be over soon, I promise.”
---
Setsuna sat at the kitchen table, flipping through a magazine and sipping a cup of tea. It had been very quiet when she’d finally gotten out of bed – amidst a whirlwind of fabric off cuts and other random sewing supplies.
After she’d cleaned up the mess of sewing supplies, and indulged in a late breakfast, Setsuna had gotten the housework done whilst she waited for the others to get back – they were now far later than she had ever expected.
As she finished her cup of tea, Setsuna heard the sounds of a car pulling into the driveway, and the happy cries of Hotaru and Chibiusa as car doors slammed.
“Setsuna-mama, Setsuna-mama!” Hotaru came tearing in and Setsuna was pleased to see that the Sailor Moon costume had held up; though the wig looked as if it has survived a cyclone, and the white gloves were covered in grime. “We won!” She flung her arms around Setsuna’s waist. “Best Moon and Mars under fifteen category!”
Chibiusa skipped in, her Mars fuku looking rather incongruous now the wig had been discarded and Chibiusa had redone her odangos. With her, Chibiusa carried a bunch of brightly coloured flowers.
“Thank you so much, Puu!” Chibiusa held out the flowers. “Hotaru and I picked them out with our prize money.”
“Prize money?” Setsuna took the flowers. “Thank you both. You didn’t have to do this.”
“But we wanted to, Setsuna-mama,” Hotaru beamed up at her.
“Where’s Haruka and Michiru?” Setsuna placed the flowers on the table.
“Still in the car. Michiru-mama wanted ‘a word’ with Haruka-papa,” Hotaru said, tugging at her wig.
“You two go and get changed,” Setsuna said. “I’ll go and protect Haruka from Michiru’s wrath.”
Outside, Setsuna could see Haruka and Michiru in the car, except… Michiru was laughing behind her hand. Setsuna walked over to the car, to see Haruka bashing her head against the steering wheel.
“Have fun?” Setsuna asked, as she came up to the Haruka’s side of the car. Haruka paused for a second to shoot Setsuna a deadly glare, causing Michiru to burst out laughing.
“It’s been a very long day,” Michiru said, picking up her hand bag and getting out of the car.
Haruka let out a groan and rested her heard against the steering wheel. For the first time in her life, she didn’t want to see another mini-skirt for a very long time.
Author: Lexie
Genre: Humor, Gen
sm_monthly Theme: Prompt 4 – CosplayCharacters: Setsuna, Hotaru
Words: 1444
Spoilers: All seasons.
Summary: Haruka had faced some ugly things in her life – Mistress 9, Galaxia, Usagi and Minako in full flight – but nothing had prepared her for the sight of over a hundred girls – and a fair portion of boys – dressed up as their senshi of choice.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. I'm just a humble fan and make no profit from this fan based venture.
“Explain it to me again slowly,” Setsuna said, with a sinking feeling. Two beguiling faces stared up at her.
“There’s a contest, Setsuna-mama, a senshi costume contest at the mall on Saturday morning!” Hotaru held out the slightly crumpled flier.
“We really want to enter, Puu!” Chibiusa pleaded.
Setsuna blinked. “You want to dress up as what is fundamentally yourselves?” she said slowly.
“No – I’m going as Mars and Hotaru is going as Sailor Moon,” Chibiusa corrected.
“We need help making the costumes, Setsuna-mama,” Hotaru said. “Please?”
“Please?”
Two pairs of puppy-eyes stared up at her. It wasn’t as if she had anything else pressing to do… and how hard could it be to put together two sailor dresses?
“Oh, alright,” Setsuna sighed, standing up.
“Thank you, Setsuna-mama!” Hotaru flung her arms around Setsuna’s waist. Chibiusa produced a piece of pink bunny-print stationary.
“We need material, shoes, spray paint, wigs, ribbons, hair pins...” Chibiusa recited.
“Go and get your coats; I’ll get my purse,” Setsuna sighed.
---
“Damnit.” Setsuna hissed as the sewing machine chewed through another panel of the slippery fabric. Her hair was tied off her face, a cup of cold tea at her elbow. All over the room were swatches of red and blue fabric (thank all the planets that Hotaru hadn’t insisted on an Eternal Sailor Moon costumes; the only thing that was keeping her going was the fact she didn’t had to construct wings); various half-cut patterns were laid out over the floor.
On the dresser, the current fruits of her labor were laid out carefully – two sets of bows, two pairs of opera gloves adorned appropriately and a pair of odango shields that Michiru had helped Hotaru construct out of some sort of clay.
Now, it was just up to Setsuna to finish the actual fukus.
“Having fun?” Haruka hovered in the doorway. Setsuna glared at her for a moment before refocusing on the now-useless piece of fabric.
“Never again,” Setsuna swore. “I don’t care how much they beg.”
“You say that now,” Haruka said with a grin. “Just letting you know the shoes have been spray painted; they’re in the laundry. Probably be dry in the morning.”
“Thank you,” Setsuna sighed. “There is no way these are going to be finished. The material is too fragile for my machine.”
“Hand-sew it then.” Another dirty look was shot Haruka’s way. “What? You want to tell Hotaru that you didn’t finish her costume? After she worked so hard on her brooch and wig?”
Setsuna sighed. “You’re right.” She pulled away from the machine and picked up some of the other material.
“I’ll bring you up some more tea.”
---
“Wow.” Hotaru looked in the mirror as Michiru fixed the odango shields in her wig. Her eyes were shining.
“Wow is right,” Haruka stared at the girl. Somehow, Setsuna had managed to piece together two disturbingly accurate senshi fukus in six hours. Of course, Chibiusa’s hem had been reinforced with masking tape and Hotaru’s butt-bow had a few loose threads that Michiru quickly tidied up.
“This is so cool!” Chibiusa was bouncing around, her candy-pink hair fluttering underneath the jet black wig. “We are so going to win the contest, Hotaru!”
“Where is Setsuna-mama?” Hotaru turned around.
“Hotaru! Hold still while I fix your wig in place,” Michiru sighed as Hotaru’s blonde-pigtailed wig slipped over her eyes.
“Setsuna was up late finishing the costumes; she’s sleeping now,” Haruka said, stifling a yawn herself. “Michiru and I are taking you and Chibiusa to the contest.”
“Can you take a photograph before we leave so I can give it to Setsuna-mama?” Hotaru asked as Michiru finished fixing her wig.
“I’ll get the camera,” Haruka said.
“Where’s my Moon Stick?”
“The paint’s still a bit wet, Hotaru, don’t get it on your costume,” Michiru warned.
Haruka returned with the camera in one hand. Both girls dropped into the familiar poses of Sailor Mars and Sailor Moon as Haruka began snapped photos, Michiru smiling from the sidelines. As the two girls burst into giggles, tugging at their wigs and double checking each other’s costumes.
“We’re ready!” Chibiusa was practically bouncing. “We’re going to kick everyone else’s… butt!” she finished quickly, as Michiru and Haruka gave her a Look.
---
Haruka had faced some ugly things in her life – Mistress 9, Galaxia, Usagi and Minako in full flight – but nothing had prepared her for the sight of over a hundred girls – and a fair portion of boys – dressed up as their senshi of choice. It felt like she was inside a kaleidoscope; everywhere she looked, there were brightly coloured renditions of the senshi fukus, Technicolor wigs and so very much glitter.
Michiru was trying her hardest not to laugh – especially when two girls far younger than Hotaru and Chibiusa – skipped past them, holding hands, in frilly Neptune and Uranus costumes.
“Come on Haruka-papa! We need to register!” Hotaru grabbed Haruka’s hand and dragged her into the crowd. Chibiusa hung back, a rather Mars-like scowl on her face as a curvy teenage girl in a sequin and latex Chibimoon costume sauntered past. Michiru reached out, resting her hand on Chibiusa’s shoulder.
“My hair is not that colour!” Chibiusa hissed, hands on her hips. Michiru hid her smile as the girls disappeared into the crowd. Of course, the Barbie-pink wig would upset Chibiusa, who was very proud of her cotton-candy coloured hair.
It took a long time to register both Hotaru and Chibiusa for the contest, and then wait for the girls to take their time. As they waited, they watched arguments break out between contestants, one pair of Eternal-wings fall apart and the end of a wooden Silence Glaive take out the judges table.
“Come on, Hotaru, it’s our turn!” Chibiusa grabbed Hotaru’s hand as the judge called out the next round.
“Will this ever be over?” Haruka moaned. Damn Setsuna, sleeping, away from the retina-burning array of costumes.
Michiru elbowed Haruka in the ribs. “It’ll be over soon, I promise.”
---
Setsuna sat at the kitchen table, flipping through a magazine and sipping a cup of tea. It had been very quiet when she’d finally gotten out of bed – amidst a whirlwind of fabric off cuts and other random sewing supplies.
After she’d cleaned up the mess of sewing supplies, and indulged in a late breakfast, Setsuna had gotten the housework done whilst she waited for the others to get back – they were now far later than she had ever expected.
As she finished her cup of tea, Setsuna heard the sounds of a car pulling into the driveway, and the happy cries of Hotaru and Chibiusa as car doors slammed.
“Setsuna-mama, Setsuna-mama!” Hotaru came tearing in and Setsuna was pleased to see that the Sailor Moon costume had held up; though the wig looked as if it has survived a cyclone, and the white gloves were covered in grime. “We won!” She flung her arms around Setsuna’s waist. “Best Moon and Mars under fifteen category!”
Chibiusa skipped in, her Mars fuku looking rather incongruous now the wig had been discarded and Chibiusa had redone her odangos. With her, Chibiusa carried a bunch of brightly coloured flowers.
“Thank you so much, Puu!” Chibiusa held out the flowers. “Hotaru and I picked them out with our prize money.”
“Prize money?” Setsuna took the flowers. “Thank you both. You didn’t have to do this.”
“But we wanted to, Setsuna-mama,” Hotaru beamed up at her.
“Where’s Haruka and Michiru?” Setsuna placed the flowers on the table.
“Still in the car. Michiru-mama wanted ‘a word’ with Haruka-papa,” Hotaru said, tugging at her wig.
“You two go and get changed,” Setsuna said. “I’ll go and protect Haruka from Michiru’s wrath.”
Outside, Setsuna could see Haruka and Michiru in the car, except… Michiru was laughing behind her hand. Setsuna walked over to the car, to see Haruka bashing her head against the steering wheel.
“Have fun?” Setsuna asked, as she came up to the Haruka’s side of the car. Haruka paused for a second to shoot Setsuna a deadly glare, causing Michiru to burst out laughing.
“It’s been a very long day,” Michiru said, picking up her hand bag and getting out of the car.
Haruka let out a groan and rested her heard against the steering wheel. For the first time in her life, she didn’t want to see another mini-skirt for a very long time.
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