Morning Routine, Sailor Scouts bathe and stuff Options

[Mysty]

This little gem was found in Archiveofourown.org, which seems to be a new fanfiction site (or at least a very slowly progressing one). Feel free to check it out yourself if you’re getting bored with what ff.net has to offer

Meiou Setsuna carefully packed rice into the last of the four bento boxes, enjoying the last few minutes of morning quiet.

Once Haruka and Michiru got up, she’d have to put on the tolerance face. And she had no idea how much longer she could go without killing them.

One of the main disadvantages of being the senshi of time was the constant awareness of exactly how fleeting each moment was. For instance there were just five seconds of peaceful silence left.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

BOOM

The muffled sounds of three alarm clocks going off upstairs filtered down immediately followed by a crash of one of those clocks being knocked to the floor.

Haruka: Damned clock, I thought I threw this thing out the window.

Every morning it was the same routine. Two sets of running feet echoed down the upstairs hallway, followed by a slamming door and muffled sounds of annoyance as water was turned on.

Setsuna thought they knew better than to leave her in charge of turning the hot water on every morning, but eh.

Setsuna sighed and sat down at the kitchen table, sipping at her morning mug of tea. She looked up as a five foot eight queen sized comforter shuffled into the kitchen.

Holy shit sentient bedding!

"Good morning Haruka" Setsuna said mildly.

"'s cold" the blanket muttered as it shuffled further into the kitchen and over to the coffee maker.

Silly blanket, you’ll get a stain on yourself!

"There's tea on the stove"

"Need coffee"

Setsuna shook her head and sipped her tea as she watched the blanket-wrapped Haruka fixed her morning coffee.

Haruka is being controlled by the sentient blanket?

When they had all moved in together, Setsuna had attempted to fix coffee so it would be ready when the rest of the household woke up. That had lasted two days before both Haruka had strictly prohibited her from touching the coffee maker ever again.

There are two Harukas now?

Ageless senshi of time and she still couldn't make a decent pot of coffee.

She didn’t understand you needed to pour the beans IN the coffee maker.

Hotaru was grumbling under her breath as she made her way into the kitchen and over to the pantry. She was still muttering as she poured a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table.

"No milk?" Haruka asked as she pushed the comforter back off her head as she sat down at the table.

"I don't like milk" Hotaru said a bit sullenly. "Makes the cereal soggy"

Hotaru doesn’t like milk, period. Haruka would’ve known that.

Breakfast conversation continued in a similar halting manner for the next few minutes until the coffee was finished brewing. With her hands wrapped around her first cup, Haruka perked up a bit, and with her help Setsuna was able to draw Hotaru out into a bit more conversation.

"Good morning everyone" Michiru said brightly as she came into the kitchen still toweling off her hair.

Damned Michiru, not knowing that morning is for angsting and being taken over by sentient blankets.

Hotaru looked up from her cereal and immediately shoved her chair back and dashed up the stairs.

"Maa…" Michiru said with a smile "The shower isn't going away" She poured herself a cup of tea and put bread in the toaster.

Yeah but Michiru probably used all the cherry blossom-scented body wash again, so she has to go fill the bottle with vinegar before Haruka goes.

"You should let her get the bathroom first sometimes you know" Haruka said with a raised eyebrow.

"Perhaps"

Or perhaps she likes to see you all suffer.

Setsuna sipped the last of her tea to cover her laugh. It was a regular discussion and like all aspects of the morning routine it never changed. There was something comforting about the regularity of it all, especially with everything going on in the rest of their lives.

Like… what?

Or right, this is supposed to be a Sailor Moon fic.

Even as things get more hectic once breakfast was over; with everyone trying to finish the last preparations before heading off to school and work there was an air of normality that lent a smile to Setsuna's face.

Yeah but the debt collectors are going to charge her ten percent interest every ten days and pretty soon she’ll have to sell her body.

Yes, they were all soldiers. They would never be able to totally escape that aspect of their lives. But in these few minutes of morning routine, even she could pretend they were nothing more than another crazy family trying to start their day.

Except those times when they work through the night. Which is pretty much always.

God this was boring.

This post has been edited by Mysty: Nov 10 2010, 01:02 PM

[Screaming_Soulcatcher]

Seriously? THATS the fic? Just the sailor scouts getting ready for school?

To be honest, this actually pisses me off more than most lemons. Sure lemons are horrible, soul crushing childhood nukes but this is just lazy and boring. If you weren't mocking this I would have been put to sleep by it. (or maybe i just got lemon immunity)

Oh and thanks for the new site to check more fan fiction. I need to do another soon and I feel ff.net has ran out of good stuff to mock

[Mysty]

Yeah, Archive of Our Own is a piece of work. Don't believe me? Just look at the intro text on the front page.

[shiroamasa]

Good grief. Also, 250 Posts!!!

This post has been edited by shiroamasa: Nov 11 2010, 11:23 AM

[Joker]

I want my three minutes back. Seriously, I came into this topic expecting to be disappointed, and STILL find myself disappointed at the lack of something to be disappointed in. I don't even know wtf i'm saying anymore, what have you done to me

[Mysty]

I've mindfucked you, Joker. I found a fic so devoid of anything happening at all that I broke you.