*shock* I Wrote!
Complete except for a description tweak or two (I've just decided that Haruka has spiky hair) and a title. I totally cannot come up with a title for this. *sigh*
Title: Title
Author: Raya
Theme: Outers / CosPlay
Genre: Drama / General
Version: PGSM
Rating: G
Word Count: ~980
Disclaimer: Haruka Ten’oh and Luna were both created by Takeuchi Naoko for her series Bishoujo Senshi SailorMoon. Bandai also owns some rights for Luna. I’m too brain dead to think of a fancier disclaimer today.
Canon, spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrections are appreciated. So is constructive criticism and general comments. Please let me know if you see something that you like or that should be corrected. Thanks! - Raya
Title
Even after almost three months in Tokyo, Haruka still was not quite used to the odd sight. It didn’t seem so jarring in Harajuku where the streets were crowded with them, but a ten year old girl with purple hair dressed in shiny miniskirts, leather boots, cat’s ears and a cat tail in Minato was enough to catch her eye and make her shake her head in disbelief.
Most people were politely ignoring the cosplayer as she raced down the sidewalk, though Haruka was sure that there was a lot of discrete staring going on. A group of foreigners in standing on the bridge, however, were a bit more direct. Haruka frowned as she saw them surround the girl, blocking her path as they pulled out their cameras and babbled at her.
The white haired teenager glanced around and saw that no one seemed inclined to help the child. Her frown deepened as she pulled a few coins from her pocket, tossed them on the table next to her empty cup, and rose. Quickly but discretely, she approached the group.
“Please! Let me go!” the child was saying urgently as she tried to politely push her way out of the crowd.
“Just one shot,” a young woman a little older than Haruka said in German as she jiggled her camera up and down. “Please?”
“What show is your costume from?” a young man asked as he snapped a couple of quick pictures with his cell phone.
“Pose! Pose!” another young man said as he tried to urge her back towards the wall of the bridge. “Anything. What’s the characteristic pose for your character?”
“I’ve got to go!” the girl replied as she turned this way and that, seeking escape. “Please! I have to find her! Before…”
“OI!” Haruka called, loudly. Startled, several of the foreigners glanced over at her. “Let the girl go,” she added in crisp German. “You’re scaring her.”
“We just want a few pictures,” one of the men said defensively over his shoulder. “Hey, we’re not scaring you, right?” he continued as he looked back towards the girl.
“Let her go,” Haruka repeated as she clasped the nearest man on the shoulder. When he glared at her, she stared back with cold, blue eyes. “You want to cause an incident?” He tried to shrug free of her grip, but she clamped down tighter with her fingers.
“Hey, hey, it’s nothing like that,” one of the other men replied, his eyes widening in surprise. “We just wanted a couple of pictures!”
“Well, you’re acting like deranged kameko,” Haruka bit back as she shoved the man she was holding back and to the side. “The cops will be here soon, and they’ll arrest you for harassment.”
“You okay?” she asked, switching to Japanese as she pushed her way to the center of the group to stand by the girl. The child looked up at her startled and hopeful. “They do not want to hurt you,” she said reassuringly. “They just want to take your picture.”
A scoffing look flashed across the child’s face as she tossed her head. “They won’t hurt me,” she bragged. In a flash, her expression became worried and urgent again. “But they won’t let me go! I have to find Usagi-chan!”
“We’re not harassing her!” one of the young women replied indignantly in German. “Look, if she doesn’t want her picture taken, all she has to do is say so! But why is she running around in a costume if she doesn’t want her picture taken?”
Haruka did not bother to glance at her. “Usagi-chan is a friend of yours?”
The girl’s face lit up. “Yes! Do you know her? Have you seen her?” It fell again as Haruka shook her head negatively. “Well, have you seen another girl dressed in lace and a blue skirt and pearls? With long blonde hair?” Her shoulders slumped as Haruka shook her head, and then straightened again as a look of determination settled on her face.
She glared directly at the two women and three men blocking her path. “Out… of… my…. way,” she said slowly and distinctly, still speaking in Japanese. “No pictures!” The five young adults shifted nervously in front of her, and then slowly stepped back. Nodding sharply, the girl strode forward. Her new, confident attitude made Haruka smile in amusement. As soon as she was free of the group, the child began to race down the sidewalk again.
“We didn’t mean to bother her…” one of the young women said apologetically.
Haruka turned to her, her face once again a cool mask. “You have to ask permission before you try to photograph anyone,” she informed the group coolly. “If you want to take pictures of cosplayers, go up to Harajuku station. You’ll find lots up there. Just say ‘Shashin?’ or ‘Shashin onegaishimasu?’. If they agree, you can take their picture.”
“Shah-sheen, shah-sheen…” one of the young men started to mumble. Several of the men glared angrily at her, but her cold, confident stare convinced them to shake off the incident and her rude behavior.
“Ah! If we don’t hurry, we’ll miss our Tokyo Tower tour!” one of the young women who had backed away from the child exclaimed as she looked at her watch.
“Oh no. We’re not missing that,” another woman stated as she grabbed the arm of the man nearest her. “Not after all we had to go through to get those tickets. Come on!” Within seconds, Haruka found herself standing alone on the bridge.
Slipping her hands into the pockets of her Mugen Gakuen uniform, she turned and looked out over the wall. She hoped the child found the girl that she was looking for. But, as a cool breeze gusted against her face she felt a sense of foreboding fill her. Something was going to happen. Something bad.
Title: Title
Author: Raya
Theme: Outers / CosPlay
Genre: Drama / General
Version: PGSM
Rating: G
Word Count: ~980
Disclaimer: Haruka Ten’oh and Luna were both created by Takeuchi Naoko for her series Bishoujo Senshi SailorMoon. Bandai also owns some rights for Luna. I’m too brain dead to think of a fancier disclaimer today.
Canon, spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrections are appreciated. So is constructive criticism and general comments. Please let me know if you see something that you like or that should be corrected. Thanks! - Raya
Title
Even after almost three months in Tokyo, Haruka still was not quite used to the odd sight. It didn’t seem so jarring in Harajuku where the streets were crowded with them, but a ten year old girl with purple hair dressed in shiny miniskirts, leather boots, cat’s ears and a cat tail in Minato was enough to catch her eye and make her shake her head in disbelief.
Most people were politely ignoring the cosplayer as she raced down the sidewalk, though Haruka was sure that there was a lot of discrete staring going on. A group of foreigners in standing on the bridge, however, were a bit more direct. Haruka frowned as she saw them surround the girl, blocking her path as they pulled out their cameras and babbled at her.
The white haired teenager glanced around and saw that no one seemed inclined to help the child. Her frown deepened as she pulled a few coins from her pocket, tossed them on the table next to her empty cup, and rose. Quickly but discretely, she approached the group.
“Please! Let me go!” the child was saying urgently as she tried to politely push her way out of the crowd.
“Just one shot,” a young woman a little older than Haruka said in German as she jiggled her camera up and down. “Please?”
“What show is your costume from?” a young man asked as he snapped a couple of quick pictures with his cell phone.
“Pose! Pose!” another young man said as he tried to urge her back towards the wall of the bridge. “Anything. What’s the characteristic pose for your character?”
“I’ve got to go!” the girl replied as she turned this way and that, seeking escape. “Please! I have to find her! Before…”
“OI!” Haruka called, loudly. Startled, several of the foreigners glanced over at her. “Let the girl go,” she added in crisp German. “You’re scaring her.”
“We just want a few pictures,” one of the men said defensively over his shoulder. “Hey, we’re not scaring you, right?” he continued as he looked back towards the girl.
“Let her go,” Haruka repeated as she clasped the nearest man on the shoulder. When he glared at her, she stared back with cold, blue eyes. “You want to cause an incident?” He tried to shrug free of her grip, but she clamped down tighter with her fingers.
“Hey, hey, it’s nothing like that,” one of the other men replied, his eyes widening in surprise. “We just wanted a couple of pictures!”
“Well, you’re acting like deranged kameko,” Haruka bit back as she shoved the man she was holding back and to the side. “The cops will be here soon, and they’ll arrest you for harassment.”
“You okay?” she asked, switching to Japanese as she pushed her way to the center of the group to stand by the girl. The child looked up at her startled and hopeful. “They do not want to hurt you,” she said reassuringly. “They just want to take your picture.”
A scoffing look flashed across the child’s face as she tossed her head. “They won’t hurt me,” she bragged. In a flash, her expression became worried and urgent again. “But they won’t let me go! I have to find Usagi-chan!”
“We’re not harassing her!” one of the young women replied indignantly in German. “Look, if she doesn’t want her picture taken, all she has to do is say so! But why is she running around in a costume if she doesn’t want her picture taken?”
Haruka did not bother to glance at her. “Usagi-chan is a friend of yours?”
The girl’s face lit up. “Yes! Do you know her? Have you seen her?” It fell again as Haruka shook her head negatively. “Well, have you seen another girl dressed in lace and a blue skirt and pearls? With long blonde hair?” Her shoulders slumped as Haruka shook her head, and then straightened again as a look of determination settled on her face.
She glared directly at the two women and three men blocking her path. “Out… of… my…. way,” she said slowly and distinctly, still speaking in Japanese. “No pictures!” The five young adults shifted nervously in front of her, and then slowly stepped back. Nodding sharply, the girl strode forward. Her new, confident attitude made Haruka smile in amusement. As soon as she was free of the group, the child began to race down the sidewalk again.
“We didn’t mean to bother her…” one of the young women said apologetically.
Haruka turned to her, her face once again a cool mask. “You have to ask permission before you try to photograph anyone,” she informed the group coolly. “If you want to take pictures of cosplayers, go up to Harajuku station. You’ll find lots up there. Just say ‘Shashin?’ or ‘Shashin onegaishimasu?’. If they agree, you can take their picture.”
“Shah-sheen, shah-sheen…” one of the young men started to mumble. Several of the men glared angrily at her, but her cold, confident stare convinced them to shake off the incident and her rude behavior.
“Ah! If we don’t hurry, we’ll miss our Tokyo Tower tour!” one of the young women who had backed away from the child exclaimed as she looked at her watch.
“Oh no. We’re not missing that,” another woman stated as she grabbed the arm of the man nearest her. “Not after all we had to go through to get those tickets. Come on!” Within seconds, Haruka found herself standing alone on the bridge.
Slipping her hands into the pockets of her Mugen Gakuen uniform, she turned and looked out over the wall. She hoped the child found the girl that she was looking for. But, as a cool breeze gusted against her face she felt a sense of foreboding fill her. Something was going to happen. Something bad.