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Oh man... please forgive me for this one.
Usagi and Mamoru
Signs of Affection
100 Drabbles
Thirty - Business Card
Words - 432
“Wait- You want to make what?” Sailor Mercury exclaimed.
“Hang on a sec... Stop right there! My name is Sailor Moon and in the name of the moon I will punish you!” Dropping out of her pose, Sailor Moon turned her back on the youma (which looked like some sort of deranged dish washer) to reply to her blue-haired ally, “Business cards, Sailor Moon business cards. Isn’t that a cool idea?”
In reply Mercury tackled the blond heroine out of the way of a flying fork attack. Getting to her feet she asked, “Why on Earth would we need business cards?” as she activated her goggles and mini-computer.
Narrowly dodging a disturbing looking scrub brush the monster had chucked at her, Sailor Moon answered, “To let people know about our... uh... services. It could read: Sailor Moon and the Sailor Senshi, defeating evil on a daily basis. Youma got you down? Give us a call!”
Sailor Mercury stared at her friend for a moment in a rare state of stupefaction brought on by the obviously thought out and rehearsed lines. Shaking her head a little to snap herself out of it, the girl mentally berated herself for loosing focus. Whipping a gloved hand around she pointed at a large, red button on the youma’s chest. “That off-switch is her weak spot, Sailor Moon. Aim there!”
Nodding, Sailor Moon snatched off her tiara and assumed her ‘Moon Tiara Action’ pose but just before releasing the energy disk she stopped and straightened up to face Mercury. “But wait- what number would we put on the cards? Neither of us has our own phone!”
In that moment of distraction the monster pulled a dirty plate from her inner racks and, in a mockery of Sailor Moon’s unfinished attack, flung it at her. “Sailor Moon!” Mercury cried. The blond screamed as the razor-edged plate bore down on her. In the nick of time a red rose knocked the plate off of it’s trajectory. Then the originator of the rose swept the dumbfounded heroine off of her feet and out of the way of a barrage of rusty knives.
“Do you think,” Tuxedo Kamen asked in tones of utter aggravation, “That you could continue this discussion at another time?”
“Yes, Tuxedo Kamen-Sama,” Sailor Moon answered in what she hoped her tones of adequate chastisement before mouthing over his shoulder to Sailor Mercury, “Should we make them pink or purple?”
Tuxedo Kamen vaguely considered dropping the girl and leaving her to her fate.
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Alternate title: Worst Drabble Ever!
I wanted to do something more with SM and TK rather than just Usagi and Mamoru. But, as you can see, it just came out goofy, pointless and stupid. Ugh.