V's BDay fic!
So, ages and ages ago, V requested a Minako/Kunzite story with the prompt "scalping tickets." Now, this does not involve any of the kids, because I was blanking on that, but, I have finally written that story.
Happy birthday, V. Hope you like!!
Kadir frowned as he looked at his wife. “Do you realize how very wrong this is, Minako? We are a part of the future government of the world, and you are a lawyer.”
Looking up from the computer, the blonde leader of the Senshi frowned. “How exactly is this wrong? It’s supply-side economics, for a good cause, and much better than letting the tickets go to waste.”
He frowned, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “No matter how you dress it up, it is still scalping.”
Minako stood and moved to her husband, who simply raised an eyebrow in response. “It is not the day of the event; the ticket price is not set as they were given for free and include backstage paces; and the bad agreed that since we could not make it, we could auction the tickets to benefit Bread Basket. And let‘s remember, you‘re the one who surprised us with a family trip to Disney World without checking to make sure we were free. ” She smiled up at him, knowing she had defeated him.
He looked down at her, his arms not moving, though she noticed the slight twitch in his lip that suggested he was trying not to smile back at her. “It still doesn’t seem right to me.”
“Oh, and why exactly is that?” She rose an eyebrow of her own, though she knew that it was not quite the same effect as his expression.
“Because, dear, no one should waste their money to listen to their music, much less to have to sit through a concert and then meet them afterwards.” His words were spoken simply, with no tone of disgust, though the words themselves conveyed it, and Minako could not help but laugh.
“Darling, those rumors were completely false, and any crush I might have felt at sixteen towards Yaten probably had to do with the way her hair reminded me of someone quite different.”
He caught her by the waste and pulled her to him, “Perhaps.” Leaning down, he captured her lips with her own, murmuring, “Doesn’t mean I have to like them.”