Mu #18: Necrology/Necrologist (Life Story by Kitsune Moonstar)
Title: Life Story
Author: kitsunemoonstar
Pairing: Kunzite x Aino Minako
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Theme: #18: Necrology/Necrologist
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or its characters.
Rating: For Everyone
Life Story
This was really not what Minako had in mind when she had signed up for the journalism internship. She had been hoping for the glamorous life of an entertainment reporter. What she'd gotten was the thankless task of writing the obituaries when people didn't provide them or helping grieving families write the obituaries, which mostly meant that Mina wrote them herself.
It wasn't exactly what she had anticipated when she'd signed up for it. Still, it was interesting work for the most part. She'd been rather surprised at how fascinating other people's life stories could be. Of course, it did help that she had found a great resource to aid her in her quest for the details of people's lives. During her first few weeks as a necrologist when Mina had been desperate to find information on people who had no relatives, Minako had resorted to going to the closest public library. And the reference librarian there had saved her life.
Kitahoshi Ishida was not what Minako had expected when she had gone to the reference desk. She'd expected a little old lady; she'd gotten a serious young man in his late twenties who made wire rimmed glasses sexy. And he'd been able to help her, nor did he look at her strangely when she told him what she was looking for like just about every else had. Thanks to Kitahoshi, Minako was managing her internship without too much trouble. She was finding that she really did enjoy putting people's stories down on paper.
With a soft sigh, she turned her attention back to the screen in front of her. Now was not the time to get distracted. She needed to get this obituary done before the afternoon deadline. Thinking about Kitahoshi was not going to help her get her work done. Especially since the temptation to go chat with him instead of working was so great. And it wouldn't take much. All she'd have to do was leave the carrel she'd snagged by one of the big picture windows and walk over to the reference desk. It was so very tempting, and far more interesting than trying to sum up Mrs. Kanagawa's life in two hundred words which was all her son would pay for.
Just when she'd decided to screw her assignment in favor of talking with Kitahoshi and maybe getting some caffeine, the man in question chose to drop by the desk she'd staked out to work at. He set a sheaf of newspapers down, glancing at her computer.
"Here are the articles you were asking for. I'm off in twenty minutes. If you're done with your assignment by then, maybe we could get coffee?" His slate gray eyes warm for once and a small smile kissed his lips. "That little place around the corner is nice."
"I'd love to."
She watched him go back to the reference desk with a bright smile then Minako sighed and set to work. She was going to have this written up and submitted with time to spare. She might write about dead people, but that wasn't going to keep her from living her own life.
Author: kitsunemoonstar
Pairing: Kunzite x Aino Minako
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Theme: #18: Necrology/Necrologist
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or its characters.
Rating: For Everyone
Life Story
This was really not what Minako had in mind when she had signed up for the journalism internship. She had been hoping for the glamorous life of an entertainment reporter. What she'd gotten was the thankless task of writing the obituaries when people didn't provide them or helping grieving families write the obituaries, which mostly meant that Mina wrote them herself.
It wasn't exactly what she had anticipated when she'd signed up for it. Still, it was interesting work for the most part. She'd been rather surprised at how fascinating other people's life stories could be. Of course, it did help that she had found a great resource to aid her in her quest for the details of people's lives. During her first few weeks as a necrologist when Mina had been desperate to find information on people who had no relatives, Minako had resorted to going to the closest public library. And the reference librarian there had saved her life.
Kitahoshi Ishida was not what Minako had expected when she had gone to the reference desk. She'd expected a little old lady; she'd gotten a serious young man in his late twenties who made wire rimmed glasses sexy. And he'd been able to help her, nor did he look at her strangely when she told him what she was looking for like just about every else had. Thanks to Kitahoshi, Minako was managing her internship without too much trouble. She was finding that she really did enjoy putting people's stories down on paper.
With a soft sigh, she turned her attention back to the screen in front of her. Now was not the time to get distracted. She needed to get this obituary done before the afternoon deadline. Thinking about Kitahoshi was not going to help her get her work done. Especially since the temptation to go chat with him instead of working was so great. And it wouldn't take much. All she'd have to do was leave the carrel she'd snagged by one of the big picture windows and walk over to the reference desk. It was so very tempting, and far more interesting than trying to sum up Mrs. Kanagawa's life in two hundred words which was all her son would pay for.
Just when she'd decided to screw her assignment in favor of talking with Kitahoshi and maybe getting some caffeine, the man in question chose to drop by the desk she'd staked out to work at. He set a sheaf of newspapers down, glancing at her computer.
"Here are the articles you were asking for. I'm off in twenty minutes. If you're done with your assignment by then, maybe we could get coffee?" His slate gray eyes warm for once and a small smile kissed his lips. "That little place around the corner is nice."
"I'd love to."
She watched him go back to the reference desk with a bright smile then Minako sighed and set to work. She was going to have this written up and submitted with time to spare. She might write about dead people, but that wasn't going to keep her from living her own life.