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The Time We Have (Makoto/Setsuna)
Comm: International Day of Femslash 7/19/08
Prompt: Makoto x Setsuna; talks of the future.
Length: 497
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Title: The Time We Have
Author: rhap-chan
Pairing/Characters: Makoto/Setsuna
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Makoto found her on the third day, her sailor skirt torn but her demeanor sweetly determined. She had a bruise on her face. Setsuna wondered what she had done to come here. It wasn't an easy thing to do.
The first time Makoto kissed her, Setsuna ran away. It was as simple as that. Her garnet eyes darkened and she fled into the sanctuary of time. Time had never failed her. Time was. She knew what had been, what would be.
The present-- now that was a little messy.
Makoto found her on the third day, her sailor skirt torn but her demeanor sweetly determined. She had a bruise on her face. Setsuna wondered what she had done to come here. It wasn't an easy thing to do.
"I'll make you dinner," Makoto said. "I will be the best housewife there ever was. It is my dream."
"I am a woman," Setsuna pointed out. Makoto smiled. She reached into a pocket and withdrew a small sewing kit. She sat down on the ground beside Setsuna and began to repair her skirt.
"I don't mind that you're a woman," she said, threading the needle and beginning to work it through the cloth professionally. Inwardly, Setsuna rolled her eyes. A life goal to be the best housewife ever-- was this the modern age? Why didn't she want to be a doctor or a teacher or an airline pilot.
She felt weird standing while Makoto was sitting, so she squatted down awkwardly beside the younger girl, resting her staff on the ground before her. Makoto squinted for a moment and pulled a stitch to do it over.
"You're supposed to have a real husband," Setsuna said. "In the Silver Millennium. You've seen it. We all have."
She felt stupid pointing it out, honestly. There had been absolutely no reason for Makoto to kiss her, just as there was no reason for Usagi or Mamoru to date around. There had been no reason for Setsuna to like that kiss either (and she had), but Setsuna was used to sacrifice. She would sacrifice a lot of kisses for her princesses and her queens. It was her job.
"That's then. This is now," Makoto said reasonably, knotting off her repair job. It was only barely noticeable. Setsuna was actually a little envious of her skill. Her life goal might be unusual, but at least she was good at what she did.
"That's not a justification," Setsuna said helplessly.
"I like you. You like me," Makoto said. "Isn't that enough?"
"It's not that simple," Setsuna said, exasperated. Makoto turned to look at her, and her smile was sweet and gentle. Setsuna felt pinned under her gaze.
"There is the future to think of..." she tried one last time. Makoto leaned over and rested her hand on top of Setsuna's.
"The future is ours," she said. "The future is ours."
She kissed Setsuna and this time Setsuna didn't run away. It didn't make any sense, it really didn't. But she loved the dinners Makoto made her and the way she sighed in the bed at night. And they didn't talk about the future.
But the thing about the future was, it was always changing.
Prompt: Makoto x Setsuna; talks of the future.
Length: 497
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Title: The Time We Have
Author: rhap-chan
Pairing/Characters: Makoto/Setsuna
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Makoto found her on the third day, her sailor skirt torn but her demeanor sweetly determined. She had a bruise on her face. Setsuna wondered what she had done to come here. It wasn't an easy thing to do.
The first time Makoto kissed her, Setsuna ran away. It was as simple as that. Her garnet eyes darkened and she fled into the sanctuary of time. Time had never failed her. Time was. She knew what had been, what would be.
The present-- now that was a little messy.
Makoto found her on the third day, her sailor skirt torn but her demeanor sweetly determined. She had a bruise on her face. Setsuna wondered what she had done to come here. It wasn't an easy thing to do.
"I'll make you dinner," Makoto said. "I will be the best housewife there ever was. It is my dream."
"I am a woman," Setsuna pointed out. Makoto smiled. She reached into a pocket and withdrew a small sewing kit. She sat down on the ground beside Setsuna and began to repair her skirt.
"I don't mind that you're a woman," she said, threading the needle and beginning to work it through the cloth professionally. Inwardly, Setsuna rolled her eyes. A life goal to be the best housewife ever-- was this the modern age? Why didn't she want to be a doctor or a teacher or an airline pilot.
She felt weird standing while Makoto was sitting, so she squatted down awkwardly beside the younger girl, resting her staff on the ground before her. Makoto squinted for a moment and pulled a stitch to do it over.
"You're supposed to have a real husband," Setsuna said. "In the Silver Millennium. You've seen it. We all have."
She felt stupid pointing it out, honestly. There had been absolutely no reason for Makoto to kiss her, just as there was no reason for Usagi or Mamoru to date around. There had been no reason for Setsuna to like that kiss either (and she had), but Setsuna was used to sacrifice. She would sacrifice a lot of kisses for her princesses and her queens. It was her job.
"That's then. This is now," Makoto said reasonably, knotting off her repair job. It was only barely noticeable. Setsuna was actually a little envious of her skill. Her life goal might be unusual, but at least she was good at what she did.
"That's not a justification," Setsuna said helplessly.
"I like you. You like me," Makoto said. "Isn't that enough?"
"It's not that simple," Setsuna said, exasperated. Makoto turned to look at her, and her smile was sweet and gentle. Setsuna felt pinned under her gaze.
"There is the future to think of..." she tried one last time. Makoto leaned over and rested her hand on top of Setsuna's.
"The future is ours," she said. "The future is ours."
She kissed Setsuna and this time Setsuna didn't run away. It didn't make any sense, it really didn't. But she loved the dinners Makoto made her and the way she sighed in the bed at night. And they didn't talk about the future.
But the thing about the future was, it was always changing.